#jensiel

"Do you have a preference?" Jenson asks, picking up the mic with a sort of ease that makes Daniel wonder if his comfort comes from experience or three margaritas.

Daniel shrugs, shaking his head. "I mean... I like girls, but guys and everything in between are awesome," he blinks.

Jenson grins and nods. "I meant song preference, but this is good information to have," he beams, patting Daniel on the back as he flicks through the songs in the karaoke machine.

Hate that song, already did that one, can't read Thai, that's not even music...

Ah!

"Here we go!" Jenson bounces back up with the look in his eye that means Daniel could soon find himself on need of a fire extinguisher.

A beat starts over the loud speakers that Daniel does not recognise, and Gian and Jarno are already dancing (how on earth did they already choreograph a full waltz), and Kimi is videoing, and heck if that's not Prof in the back? Daniel had too much to drink, he decides, and he'll be going home now because Jenson is singing- belting- German.

Yes, this is a proper trip.

And Daniel's never seen a man more enthused than Jenson Button staring at him with wide, alcohol- addled eyes and gaze that could be aptly described as intent as he chants over and over, "Ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt!"

Right, well, Daniel's never been one to go halfway.

"Wir steigern das Bruttosozialprodukt!"

Those are the words that were supposed to come out, at least. Instead, it sounds exactly like what it is: a British man and an Aussie screaming at the top of their lungs in a language they do not speak to a crowd of excessively supportive gays and Felipe.

Daniel can't say he doesn't appreciate the enthusiasm Jenson is giving it; it's the same expression Jenson wore earlier when the Adele song was on. The passion is... there.

Ja-ja-ja, jetzt wird wieder in die Hände gespuckt!

Y'know what? Life is too short not to scream in bad German on a stage and watch Nico Rosberg almost shed a tear (of joy, no doubt).

A minute later they're retreating off the stage as a slow melody begins to play and Gian and Jarno take the stage to do something that doesn't quite qualify as obscene, and Daniel is wiping a beat of sweat off his forehead because he was such a great backup dancer.

"I can't honestly say that didn't turn me on a bit," Jenson grins, his light hair flashing in the dim lighting. He pulls off his jacket and discards it to the floor, which would be unfortunate if it wasn't a really ugly sweater that Fernando originally owned and should have gotten rid of as a favour to the queer community (it sure was comfortable though).

Daniel pauses (to take in the scene, naturlich) and chuckles, shrugging. "Fully agreed, Button Jenson. I could kiss you right now," and he's only half joking.

Jenson hums, and doesn't think any further before nearly tearing Daniel's ear off with all the coordination of a baby giraffe as he yanks him forward to press a sloppy kiss where Daniel's mouth seems to be. This would be a lot easier under the influence of a few less margaritas, but Jenson also wouldn't be doing this in the first place under the influence of a few less margaritas.

Well.

He might be.

Daniel lets out a small laugh as he caves into Jenson's kiss and pats the shorter man on the back, running his other hand through his hair. "I did kind of always want to try that," he murmurs with a little giggle that makes Jenson laugh too.

"Hey, same!" Jenson exclaims. He holds up a hand, which Daniel promptly high fives because they have progressed to best friends in the world in these past six minutes.

Daniel spots the little aromantic pride bracelet on Jenson's wrist and his heart does a little flip as he considers the fact that he has truly found a kindred spirit for life. He ruffles Jenson's hair with a wide grin and then shakes the Brit's hand. "Cheers!"

Jenson winks.