#jennyverse

Now that didn’t sound so bad, they all were familiar with the camera filming race debrief videos and other “content”, but if the devil works hard the PR department seems to be working a little bit harder. The whole concept was questionable. Who would want to watch a bunch of engineers drive people around the track in a road car and talk? That didn’t make sense to him at all.

“Oh, an email!?” Jenson rested his hands on Shov’s shoulders as he quickly scanned the text. “That sounds fun, we should do it,” he leaned in and left a quick kiss on Shov’s cheek.

There are policies about working off the clock and Shov shouldn’t have opened his email at home, even though he just wanted to re-read it to make sure it still didn’t make sense to him. But he did open it and had to suffer the consequences of his actions.

“We?” Shov looked up at Jenson, who he leaned against the table, folding his arms at the chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t think you are invited,” Jenson’s displeased pout made him smile, but he tried to fight it and failed.

“I think I should be,” Jenson grumbled, but let the theatrics go, when Shov put a hand on his thigh, “Imagine you, me, Silverstone,” he smiled, blinking at Shov slowly, and put his hand on top of Shov’s.

“Sounds terribly romantic,” Shov agreed, flipping his hand and pressing their palms together, squeezing Jenson’s hand tightly, “but I think Bono and—,” Shov bit his tongue at the right moment, and cleared his throat, fixing his glasses.  "I think Marcus and George should do it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Jenson tilted his head and pursed his lips thinking, “okay then, you, me and Monaco?” he bit his bottom lip thinking, and from the expression on his face Shov knew that Jenson was going to say this about every grand prix on the calendar.

“It’s just a pitch, Jenson,” Shov sighed, closing his laptop and standing up, “and you do realize that in this case I would be driving, right?” he tried to let Jenson’s hand go, but Jenson only tightened the grip. His enthusiasm was unexpected at best and suspicious at worst.

“Yes, I do,” Jenson’s lips stretched in a smile. Suspicious. “I could engineer you,” he leaned in, kissing Shov on the cheek again.

“Wouldn’t that be great,” Shov chuckled, but Jenson quickly caught the sarcastic undertone and kicked Shov in the shin with his foot. “Sorry, I don’t even know why they would ask me to participate in that thing,” he pulled Jenson closer, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “And you’d make a terrible engineer.”

“Why are you so mean to me?” Jenson frowned, but didn’t try to move away. “I could be an engineer,” he shifted in Shov’s arms, getting even closer, resting his hands on Shov’s back.

“Don’t make me email Williams and ask if they keep an archive of those engineering tests they used to give to their drivers,” Shov smiled and before Jenson could protest he leaned in and kissed him.

“Keep this attitude up and I will make you sleep in the guest bedroom,” Jenson frowned, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at Shov like he was shooting lasers out of his eyes.

“It’s good that we have a guest bedroom,” Shov placed another quick kiss on Jenson’s lips as his arms stoked Jenson’s back slowly. “I don’t think my back would survive the couch,” he smiled, watching Jenson’s displeased face.

“Guest bedroom it is then,” Jenson huffed. He tried so hard to look angry, flaring his nostrils and pursing his lips, but of course he couldn’t. “And I’m taking Jenny with me.”

“She will whine all night long and will try to scratch the door,” Shov ran his hand up Jenson’s back and rested it on the back of his neck. “She loves me more than you.”

“Then you both are sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight,” Jenson wrestled his way out of Shov’s arms and stomped away, heading to the kitchen.

Shov waited a minute and then followed him to the kitchen, where he found Jenson sitting on the floor and quietly telling something to their dog, probably trying to convince her to love him more. Unfortunately as soon as she sensed Shov’s presence, Jenny the Dog ditched Jenson and ran towards Shov.

“I will think about it,” Shov said, watching Jenson get up from the floor and scratching Jenny’s back, as she wagged her tail, happy to receive attention. Jenson stood with his arms crossed, sullenly looking at Shov, but after a moment he walked up to him, resting his head on Shov’s shoulder, waiting to be hugged.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, as Shov wrapped his arms around him and tilted his head, placing a kiss on Jenson’s temple. “I don’t even know if I can appear on Mercedes’ socials.”

“I’ll ask,” Shov murmured into Jenson’s hair. “And Monaco sounds great, actually.”

“Are you choosing Monaco because it’s the shortest circuit?” Jenson asked, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.