#nornelli

It’s not the first time this season he’s in a locked club bathroom stall with his fellow driver, and, though Lando will never admit this, it hopefully won’t be the last.

Kimi runs his tongue along his teeth, staring straight at Lando with his big brown eyes. He looks a bit crazed, a bit too wide-eyed. Cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open as he bites down on his own tongue, hard, keeping it stuck between his canines. 

“Kimi.” Lando says, an attempt to ground himself, and Kimi as well, before they both go insane in a sticky, smelly bathroom. 

It doesn’t have the intended effect. Kimi’s mouth falls further open, teeth glinting slightly red.

It makes Lando’s head spin. Makes him want to do something absolutely batshit.

Kimi beats him to it. “Can I–” And then cuts himself off. It doesn’t matter. Lando’s already nodded his head yes.

Even when he knows what’s coming, Lando still startles slightly as he feels Kimi’s canines pierce the thin skin on the side of his neck. With almost inhumane amounts of effort he pulls his attention away from it, instead focussing on the hand tugging lightly at his hair in an attempt to maintain his sanity.

Kimi comes away panting, blood dripping off his teeth and spilling from his lips onto the floor, undoubtedly adding to the sticky nastiness of whatever else has been spilt there.

Lando’s starting to feel woozy, and unfortunately, that has the effect of making him think he’s really funny. 

“Am I gonna become a vampire, too, now?” Like he’s not made that joke three times before. It was genuine question, at first, but now, it’s just a bit that gets funnier every time.

Kimi rolls his eyes, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and sighs a long-suffering sigh. “No, you know that’s not how that works. You need sugar, come on.” 

Of course, Lando follows without complaint, sipping the juice box Kimi conjured up out of his hoodie while they make their way across the street and back to the hotel. 

Just like all the weeks before, they go to Lando’s hotel room. Just like all the weeks before, Lando finds it very hard to say no to Kimi. Not when he’s all glittery-eyed and energetic. Not when Lando knows that’s because of him.

He doesn’t mind the lack of sleep, even with race day tomorrow.

- .-- .. .-.. .. --. .... -

Kimi wins the race. Of course he does. Lando wasn’t doubting it for a moment, not even when he was in first place himself for that short moment during the pitstops. Painfully, he’d dropped not just to second, but to third. 

In the press conference, Kimi leans towards Lando in his customary way. He all but tosses the microphone away, and whispers, “It’s because of you, you know.” 

“The win?”