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huh, thank you. it’s an actual photo though, i don’t put nearly as much effort into cover art as you, miss:)

Colour: Deep Blue

I’m only £35 off the target now, and I have a bunch of stuff up on eBay that I’m selling so hopefully it’s enough for me and my friend to go! :) But thanks so much for your support! This is for all you guys who told me to fuck the haters [fist bumps]

thank you lovely! tomorrow’s my day off so i’ll keep celebrating haha

[KEKE VOICE] [SMOKES CIGAR] I LOVE YOUR FAT ASS

KEKE ROSBERG.

Hope this is okay, love!Nico slaps his hand down on his desk, gritting his teeth. He taps on the keyboard of his computer but nothing happens. He immediately picks up the phone at the side and punches in the number for tech support. “Hello, this is technical support, I’m Lewis Hamilton, how can I help?” The voice is a new one; one that Nico hasn’t heard before, he’s used to the smooth, curved vowels of Kevin’s Nordic accent. This one is more silky, more flowing over the English language, more familiar. Nico bites back his anger, tapping his fingers on the desk. “Hello, this is Nico Rosberg. My computer isn’t working.”Theres a hum, the tapping of keys “Well, there doesnt seem to be anything on my end…is it plugged in?”Nico raises an eyebrow. “I would know if my computer was unplugged-” He begins, glancing under the desk. One of the plugs is lying on the floor. “Oh, it is unplugged.”He can hear the laugh in Lewis’s voice. “So you’re sorted then?” Nico hums as he bends down to plug the computer back in. The screen powers on. “Yes, I suppose.” He huffs, feeling the blush dance over his cheeks.“Glad I could be of assistance.” The voice says, almost like honey against Nico’s ears. However, a few days after the incident, Nico’s computer suddenly powers itself off. He immediately punches in the number, the silky voice fills his ear. “Hello, technical support. How can I help?”“Its Nico Rosberg again. My computer doesn’t work.” He sniffs. The laugh echoes through his ear. “Again, Mr Rosberg? Is it plugged in this time?” Lewis’s voice is soft, Nico feels the blush on his cheeks. “No, it’s plugged in this time.” Nico says, pushing a hand through his blonde hair. “It’s just a blue screen.”“Okay,” Lewis sighs, Nico hears the tapping of keys once more. “Okay, I’m looking now, it looks like a system issue. I’m just going to hack..well, look into your computer now.”“You’re hacking my computer?” Nico raises an eyebrow. “Relax, Mr Rosberg, I’ll make sure to leave your naked photos alone.” Lewis says, Nico can hear the smirk in his voice. The clicking of his keyboard continues. Lewis hums a little tune under his breath as he works, Nico catches himself smiling. His screen powers itself back on. “Did it work?” Lewis asks. “Yes, thank you very much, Lewis.” Nico replies, putting the phone down before Lewis can reply.  Nico finds himself unable to get Lewis’s voice out of his mind, he wonders what he looks like’ if his hair is dark or blonde, what colour his eyes are.Over the next few weeks, Nico’s computer seems to function properly. Nico frowns at it, looking down at his phone. He wants to hear Lewis’s voice again, but there’s nothing wrong with his computer. He picks up his phone anyway and dials the familiar number. “Hello, technical support, Lewis speaking, how can I help?”“Hello Lewis-” Nico begins.He hears the smile in Lewis’s voice. “Mr Rosberg, is your computer not switching itself on today?”“No, it’s just I have a problem, the keyboard isn’t working, could you come and take a look?”Lewis laughs. “I can’t come and have a look myself but I’ll send one of my colleagues up, okay?”The man Lewis sends up is friendly and funny, blonde hair and full of wit. He plugs in Nico’s keyboard and leaves with a smile on his face. Nico can’t help but feel the twist of disappointment in his chest. Over the next few weeks, Nico calls up the technical support office with a number of problems with his computer. “My computer is so slow, it’s taken three minutes to load Word.”“Do you know how to get rid of the bar on my Excel document?”“I accidentally deleted my presentation and it’s due in two hours.”Every time, Lewis talks him through the process in great detail, his voice like honey against Nico’s ear. Nico smiles as he goes through the process, Lewis’s voice in his ear. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine the face that matches the voice. As it turns out, he doesn’t have long to wait, as his computer shows the blue screen of death. He picks up the phone, Lewis answers after the first ring. “Can I help?”“My computer has a blue screen-”Lewis laughs. “Okay, okay, Mr Rosberg, I will come and see what the problem is.” Lewis arrives a few minutes later; he’s nothing like Nico imagined. He’s dark skinned, chocolate brown eyes glance at him from behind thick rimmed glasses. He’s wearing a beige cardigan and ripped jeans, Doc Martins on his feet. Nico looks at him with wide eyes. “I’m Lewis, I’m here to fix your computer.” He says, he’s holding a laptop under his arm. “I guess by your open mouth, I’m not what you were expecting.”“No, no, you’re not.”Lewis smirks, Nico catches the glimpse of a gap in between his two front teeth. He settles himself in Nico’s leather chair and begins typing furiously, he reaches down and begins tugging at a few wires. Nico takes a moment to glance at the man’s arse in his skinny jeans. Lewis pops his head back up.“So why haven’t I seen you before?”“I’m a bit of a recluse.” Lewis smirks. “I don’t get out much.”“Yeah, I’m the same.” Nico says. “I think you just need a system reboot.” He says, almost bored as he pulls his laptop closer and begins typing into it. He pauses for a moment, pushing his glasses back up onto his face. Nico leans on his desk, watching the man at work. He can’t keep his eyes off him. Lewis works quickly; Nico glances at his hands gliding over the keyboard. He works for a few minutes, before he cracks his knuckles, smiling. “All done.” He smiles, his eyes lock with Nico’s. “Thank you, Lewis.” Nico says, smiling at the other man. He watches the man go with a heavy heart, his eyes on his arse as he walks away. It’s not until he sits on the chair that he notices the bright pink post it note stuck on his desk. Maybe you should stop been a recluse and go on a date with meI could teach you how to codeLewis Hamilton078457373278Nico shakes his head, smiling.

Nico taps his fingers against the table impatiently, he glances at his Blackberry, his green eyes narrowed on the small screen. Kevin is late, he’s not usually late. Nico sighs once more, smoothing over the lapels of his new business suit. He’d ordered it a few months ago, custom made from Hugo Boss. Nico looks down at his Rolex, Kevin is over an hour late and Nico’s phone hasn’t rung once. Nico leans back in his chair and glances at the people in the Mercedes restaurant, there’s several in dinner jackets and cocktail dresses. The waiter who served him his glass of whiskey is dashing between tables, collecting dirty dishes and taking new orders. He keeps bustling through the kitchen doors, laden with plates of delicious smelling food. He drops a fork on the floor and bends down to pick it up, Nico cocks his head slightly, looking at the curves of the young man’s arse as he swipes the fork from the floor. His eyes stay locked on the man’s arse as he shuffles back past Nico’s table.“Excuse me,” Nico says gently, his smile sweet. “Can I have another whiskey?”The man bites his lip and nods. Nico notices his eyes, the same shade as whiskey, his freckles dancing across his face. Within a moment, the waiter is back with a glass of whiskey in his hands, smile on his face. Nico accepts the glass, his pale fingers linger on golden ones. The waiter blushes at Nico’s grin. Kevin doesn’t show up. Nico slams down his empty glass, throwing down a fifty dollar bill on the table. He presses his coat over his arm and begins to walk out, angrily typing out a message on his Blackberry to Kevin. He doesn’t see the young waiter running in the opposite direction. They collide, Nico glances up into wide brown eyes, parted lips showing off a beautiful small gap in between two front teeth. He glances down at his new suit, there’s smears of spaghetti sauce down it. He explodes, his teeth gritted, his Blackberry is also covered with spaghetti sauce. “What are you doing you idiot?” He yells, his face reddening with anger. “I’m sorry, Sir-” The waiter stutters, his cheeks redden, his lip caught between his teeth. “Do you know how much this suit cost? It’s worth than your salary,” Nico hisses. “I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll get my manager-”“No, need. You couldn’t replace this, it’s custom made, it’s the first time I’ve worn it and you’ve already ruined it. I’m never coming here again, not with such incompetent staff.” Nico sniffs, walking away, the waiter’s apologies ring in his eyes.Nico regrets his rudeness the next morning when he wakes up. Kevin finally calls him in the morning, arranging for a dinner that evening. He goes to the restaurant earlier than usual, in one of his older Hugo Boss suits. He spots the waiter talking to a blonde woman, leaning over the counter. Nico lets his eyes rove over that arse again before he clears his throat. The man’s back stiffens. Brown eyes met green. “Can I help you, Sir-”“Nico Rosberg. I came to apologise for last night, I was extremely rude and it was uncalled for. I just was upset about my business partner not turning up, I took it out on you.”The man bit his lip. “It’s okay, I’m used to it. I just hope your suit is okay.”Nico waves a hand as though to dismiss him. “It’s okay, my dry cleaner is sorting it out. Anyway, I have to go.″ He looks down at his phone. Checo is calling him. “My boss.” He says, rolling his eyes. The man watches him leave, before he turns to the blonde woman, wide eyed. Kevin is on time for once. Nico notices the familiar waiter dancing between the tables, laden with plates of food. Kevin follows his gaze. “Enjoying the furniture?” Kevin smirks, taking a sip of his drink. “Shut up, Magnussen.” Nico replies. “Look, it’s okay if you do, I mean, he’s very nice to look at. I wonder if I could get his number.” He smirks.Nico grits his teeth. “He wouldn’t go out with you.”“Why not?” Kevin smiles leaning closer to Nico, his fingers brush Nico’s wrist. “Because I have more money than you.” Nico smirks, downing the rest of his drink.Lewis ends up clearing their table. Nico smiles at him, pressing a hundred dollars into the waiter’s hand. “Thank you for a wonderful service…?”“Lewis.” The waiter - Lewis - says. Nico smiles, shrugging on his peacoat. “Goodnight Lewis.”Kevin smiles at him as they leave.”You want to fuck that waiter.”“So what if I do?”Kevin smirks, pulling out a cigarette. He lights it, taking a drag. “I don’t think you want to just fuck him.”Nico doesn’t answer. Nico meets Checo for lunch at the same place a few days later. His green eyes follow Lewis bustling around. “Are you even listening to me, Rosberg?” Checo snaps, clicking his fingers. “I asked you for the figures.”“Sorry, Checo, here they are.” Nico slides the data forward. “I reckon we should see growth in about six months.”Checo follows his gaze, smirking. “I wondered why you were so anxious to come here, everyone knows Force India has better food.”Nico smirks, sipping his wine. “But does the Force India have such good company?” His eyes linger on Lewis. Brown eyes glance back at him, lips caught between teeth. Nico begins having all his meetings at the Mercedes. Lewis is usually there, bustling around. Nico watches him in between talking at his business partners, he always tips Lewis with a hundred dollar bill. “I can’t accept this.” Lewis says as Nico is pulling on his coat. “I don’t understand why you’re giving me all this money, I’m not your prostitute.”Nico raises an eyebrow. “I am aware of that, I am paying for my service.”“I can’t accept this, it’s too much money.” Lewis says, worrying his lip. “You can, you deserve it.”“It’s okay, Mr Rosberg.” Lewis presses the money back into Nico’s hand, Nico notices how warm Lewis’s fingers are. Nico continues dining at the Mercedes, he doesn’t give Lewis big money tips, he knows the waiter is too proud to take them. He smiles at Lewis, he requests drinks. He tries to ignore the curve of his arse in his tight pants, the blush that dances across his cheeks. He continues to dine with Kevin, Checo and his other business friends. Lewis keeps his wine glass topped up. Nico soon finds himself dreaming about brown eyes, about chocolate skin, about bitten lips. He tries to forget about it, he takes women out to dinner, to the Mercedes, he ignores Lewis’s eyes on him as he gently brushes their wrists, laughs at them.  Lewis isn’t in the next three days Nico dines there.Nico has his head down in his Blackberry, he bumps into someone, splashing his coffee down his new shirt. He raises his green eyes, ready to shout when he stares into brown eyes. Lewis looks different when he’s not in his waiter uniform. Nico catches himself smiling at the ripped jeans and the large silver chain. “Knocking coffee over me this time?” He smirks.Lewis’s cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”“You weren’t in work.” Nico changes the subject. Lewis’s brown eyes meet green. “Yeah, I’m on holiday. Am I allowed?”Nico chuckles. “Of course, but the other waiters aren’t as fast as you at getting my whiskey and I missed you.”Lewis cocks his head. “Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re joking.”“You should take me seriously.”“You’re wearing your coffee.”“Thanks to you.”“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” Lewis says, smirking.“I have a better idea, you could join me for dinner tonight.”“Not at Mercedes though.” Lewis raises an eyebrow. “We’ll go to Force India.”