#sebchal drabble

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charles sits at the island across from seb, who’s chopping up seasonal vegetables for their pasta dinner. he can’t stop watching seb’s hands as he carefully maneuvers the knife.

“are you sure i cannot help with anything?” charles asks, gaze still fixed on seb’s hands.

“i’m sure,” seb replies as he continues chopping up some zucchini.

“i can season?” charles offers. “or stir the sauce?”

seb smiles down at the cutting board as he finishes chopping the last of the vegetable.

“please?” charles asks. “you’re allowing me to stay here, i would like to help.”

“charles, i offered for you to come stay with me,” seb responds with a small laugh.

“yes,” charles replies matter of fact.

“yes, and you don’t need to do anything to pay me back,” seb explains. “i want you here, charles.”

charles blinks at seb and furrows his brow. “and i want to be here and help you.”

seb chuckles and looks like he’s about to respond when charles quickly adds, “i miss spending time with you, like this.”

as soon as he says it, charles can tell he’s blushing. he and seb have been texting regularly now for months and have connected at airports in passing, but seb inviting charles to stay at his house in switzerland felt bigger, it felt like more. and charles wants more.

“i just, i mean…” charles trails off, hoping he’s not gone too deep a shade of red, a corsa rosa like his ferrari street wear.

“i know what you mean,” seb replies with a smirk. “me telling you how to cook over video chat is not the same.”

charles gasps. “hey! that was only a couple of times and that recipe was very challenging!”

seb laughs as he turns around to scrape the chopped zucchini into the pot.

charles has missed hearing that whole hearted laugh in person. he can’t see seb’s face, but he’s sure seb’s eyes are wrinkling at the corners like he adores so much.

it’s quiet for a moment as seb places the eggplant on the cutting board and cuts the ends off.

“you think you can handle stirring?” seb teases.

charles rolls his eyes as he gets up off his stool and heads over to the oven to show seb just how good he can stir the damn pasta sauce.

there’s a comfortable silence as they cook, seb sliding in beside charles to add vegetables to the pot every few minutes. charles swears seb gets closer to him each time, but it could just be wishful thinking.

as they start seasoning the sauce, charles is just happy to have seb so close to him, their shoulders brushing. the sauce smells amazing, but seb’s citrusy musky cologne smells even more divine and charles’ head feels like it’s swimming with how badly he wants to just wrap his arms around seb and breathe him in properly.

“okay, try it,” seb says with a nod toward charles, encouraging him.

charles nods and slowly lifts the spoon up to his lips. it’s delicious and hearty, the perfect balance of herby and spicy like charles loves. it tastes like comfort and home.

“c’est magnifique, amazing,” charles replies. “you want to try?” he asks seb as he holds out the spoon.

seb just nods and licks his lips before leaving in to kiss charles, cradling his face with both hands.

charles freezes in shock, but it’s not long until he feels his whole body relax and melt at seb’s kiss. seb is right here and seb is kissing him. like really kissing him.

when seb starts to pull back charles makes a small whine at the back of his throat and he leans back in to kiss seb back properly, dropping the spoon back into the pot.

charles isn’t sure how long they stand there, trading soft kisses in front of their well-cooked pasta sauce until seb pulls back. when charles opens his eyes, seb is staring at him like he’s a first place trophy.

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charles tears into the small gift’s wrapping paper and his eyes widen at the small box.

“seb…” charles trails off and looks up at seb, who’s still in the middle of unwrapping his own gift.

seb looks up to meet charles’ confused stare and gives him a reassuring smile.

“go on,” seb encourages him with a nod toward the box.

charles swallows down all of the questions he’s dying to ask like is this what i think it is? and are you really proposing to me on christmas eve? and instead he slowly lifts the top off of the tiny gift that now feels so huge in his hands.

charles gasps when he sees what’s inside and he looks back up at seb, who’s smiling back at him and with eyes full of hope.

“it brings good luck,” seb explains, tugging at his earlobe. “and now that i’m not racing anymore, i wanted to pass it on to someone i want to always have good luck on track.”

charles is still speechless as he pulls out the saint christopher coin, the same one that seb always wore in his shoes while he raced, the same one seb’s grandmother had gifted to him.

“are you sure?” charles asks quietly as he traces over the coin delicately with his finger.

oh a writing AND emotions challenge haha i love it, thank you! i very very briefly considered putting all of these into one fic bUT also very very quickly decided against that. 3 sebtirement drabbles coming right up! sebson and martian below the cut.

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// sebchal //

“i’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” charles says as he watches seb reach for the bottle of tequila, again.

“why not?” seb asks with an exaggerated pout.

“how many shots have you had tonight?” charles retorts.

seb just shrugs and takes a swig right from the bottle, so charles reaches out and tries to pull it back.

“that’s why!” charles says as seb giggles.

charles can’t help but laugh with him at how happy and carefree seb is right now, even though for him it still feels a bit more bitter than sweet.

“you’re staring,” seb muses as he leans closer into charles on the couch.

“i am,” charles agrees. “it is hard not to.”

seb blushes, and charles isn’t quite sure if it’s the alcohol or his compliment, but it makes him smile wider regardless.

charles only stops staring because seb leans in to kiss the smile right off his face.

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charles stretches further into the warm patch of sun on the couch that’s streaming through the windows and the skylight in the den.

“mm, come back,” seb whines quietly next to him as he reaches over and makes grabby hands at charles’ hoodie.

charles giggles, more than happy to be manhandled as seb tugs him to roll over on his side.

“m’not leaving,” charles murmurs, the words feeling heavy in his mouth.

they’re facing each other now, nearly nose to nose, and charles has the sudden urge to nuzzle against seb, so he does.

“will we stay like this all day?” charles asks, his voice hopeful as he leans further against seb.

“well, i was hoping we could…” seb trails off as he lifts his arm above his head and charles’ gaze trails up seb’s toned shoulder and bicep, to his delicate wrist and perfect fingers where he holds something.

“qu’est-ce que c’est?” charles asks softly as he absentmindedly starts to trail his fingers up seb’s raised arm to his hand.

“es ist mistel,” seb replies with a smirk and charles give him a quizzical look.

“mistletoe?” charles asks, matching seb’s smirk when the other man nods.

“sebastian vettel, are you trying to seduce me?” charles teases.

“did you have other plans?” seb teases back.

“fuck going out,” charles murmurs and as he leans in to give seb a slow and syrupy kiss he can still taste the brownies they baked this morning that put them in this fantastic mood.

// singapore gp 2022 //

charles is scrolling through his phone on his bed when seb flops down on top of him with an exaggerated huff, damp curls splaying over charles bare chest.

charles huffs out a laugh and wraps an arm around seb’s shoulders. “feel better?”

“mm, much,” seb mumbles against charles’ chest. “could be even better though.”

“oh really?” charles asks. “and what would make this better for you?”

seb raises his head and waggles his eyebrows at charles suggestively.

charles rolls his eyes but he can feel himself starting to blush. seb is so charming without even trying and it’s so frustrating sometimes, particularly if charles is on the receiving end of that flirtatious smirk seb’s giving him now.

“you just got out of the shower,” charles reasons, but as soon as he says it he wonders why he’s trying to argue with seb about having sex. especially when seb ‘a hand is starting to trail down charles’ side to the waist band of his briefs.

“yes,” seb replies, voice deadpan even as he starts to press slow, open mouthed kisses up charles’ neck.

charles presses his fingers into the muscles of seb’s back and jolts slightly when seb nips at charles’ ear.

“are you not tired?” charles asks, but his voice definitely has less of a questioning lilt to it than he originally planned to.

“not yet,” seb mumbles against charles’ jaw as he starts to move his hips slowly. “not yet,” seb whispers again.

charles furrows his brow and lifts a hand up to the back of seb’s head to scratch through his damp hair.

“seb, ah-“ charles stutters as seb grinds their hips together, slow and lazy and oh so perfect. like time has slowed down just for them. just for this moment. for this last night together in singapore.

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charles sticks his tongue out and tilts his head back, trying to catch the big, fluffy snowflakes drifting down from the dark sky like an optical illusion.

“any luck?” charles hears from behind him and he shakes his head dramatically from side to side, tongue still out.

seb laughs as he wraps his arms around charles’ waist from behind and noses at the hairs poking out from under charles’ toque.

“my grandmother used to tell me that if i caught too many on my tongue it would freeze it,” seb muses.

it’s charles’ turn to laugh now as he turns around in seb’s arms, pressing his palms to seb’s chest.

seb’s cheeks are rosy from the cold and the big snowflakes keep getting caught in his eyelashes, it takes charles’ breath away when he first sees him.

“and did you believe her?” charles asks quietly.

seb smiles as he shakes his head no before asking, “why, does your tongue feel cold?”

charles presses even closer against seb, trying to chase the warmth of seb’s chest through his ski jacket.

// hungarian gp 2022 //

charles lets out a deep breath and stretches his legs out under the duvet as he slowly wakes up. the arm around his waist tightens a bit and he smiles until it slowly turns into a grin.

they’re so close charles can feel seb’s chest slowly moving in and out against his, a steady give and take that charles thinks he could honestly fall back asleep to. he wonders if he could time their breathing to be in sync. he’s just about to hold his breath a little to try when he feels warm lips press to his neck, applying the gentlest of pressure.

“good morning,” he murmurs, even though the light of day has just faded. charles subconsciously angles his neck to give seb better access.

“mm guten morgen,” seb rumbles, playing along. his voice is deep and gravely from sleep. charles shivers as he feels the vibrations rumble through his chest.

the first thought that runs through charles’ mind is how much he wants seb to keep kissing him. the second thought he has makes him turn around in seb’s arms and place a hand over seb’s stubbly cheek.

// austrian gp 2022 //

when seb opens his hotel room door the first thing charles notices as seb lets him in is that soft smile seb gives him doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“what, no champagne?” seb questions.

charles opens his mouth but nothing comes oht, as seb’s question interrupts the sentence he’s been going over and over in his head since he got on the elevator to come up to seb’s floor.

i’m so sorry your race didn’t go well but i think you’re brilliant and before you say anything i want to celebrate us tonight.

seb’s wit is quicker than his today. it usually seems to be.

“umm, i’m sorry?”

seb nods at the very non-conspicuous four pack of beers that charles holds in his hand.

“no champagne, you’re holding beers,” seb explains further.

charles looks down at the beers in his hand. he can still taste the champagne on his tongue. he wonders if when he kisses seb later that seb will too.

“i… yes,” charles responds lamely. “i know you like beer.” charles feels stupid as soon as he says it.