#thunderfrosties

James isn't around when it happens but the next thing he knows, Niki Lauda is in the McLaren garages, sitting on an upturned bucket with an icepack on his foot.

“What'd you do?” James asks, wiping engine oil from his nose and Niki scowls up at him.

“Sprained my ankle.”

“Doing what?”

“Tripped.” Niki admits and James can see the hint of a blush in his cheeks.

“Shouldn't you be resting?” James says, just as there's a crash from behind them as a mechanic drops something, “A garage isn't the most peaceful of places.”

Niki rolls his eyes “And how am I meant to get back to the hotel asshole? I cannot walk, and you cannot drive there.” He throws up his hands in desperation, “Go figure!”

James shrugs. “Get someone to carry you then.”

“Oh yes? I suppose you would be perfect for the task?” Niki argues, folding his arms.

A grin spreads across James' face. “All right then. I'll carry you.”

Niki looks both shocked and horrified. “I wasn't being serious.”

“No, come on then. You're obviously in pain,” James motions to Niki's swollen foot, “And you need to rest somewhere quiet.”

Niki thinks it through, scratching the back of his head. “Do not bridal carry me.” He says finally and James gets down on one knee instead.

“Piggyback ride?”

Niki begrudgingly clambers his way onto James' back, wrapping his arms and his legs around James' body. “Drop me and I will kill you.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” James turns to the mechanics and salutes them. “See you soon!”

They get funny looks as James crosses the paddock, holding onto Niki's legs for stability. He walks at a steady pace so he doesn't dislodge Niki too much, and it's strangely comforting to feel Niki so close to him.

“My room number is 267.” Niki says, voice loud against James' ear. “I expect you to take me to my own room.”

“Why, scared of mine?” James asks, hitching Niki upwards again.

“I do not trust you Hunt.”

“You've never trusted me.” James pouts and Niki says something under his breath in German that sounds like a curse.

-

When they finally get to the hotel, James' arms are killing him and Niki is refusing to admit his foot has gotten worse.

“Niki, it's turning blue.” James says as they walk into reception.

“I'm fine.” Niki insists.

James sighs and turns to the receptionist. “Room 267 please.”

She fetches the key for them and is about to give it to James when she realises he has no use of his hands.

“Where should I put it?” She asks, blushing.

James thinks for a moment. “Put it in my mouth.”

Niki snorts. “That's what she said.”

The receptionist giggles, leaning across the counter to place the key in James' mouth. He winks at her and thanks god that there's no one else in the lift that will take them to Niki's hotel room.

James has to let go of Niki's right leg to open the door, spitting the key into his hand and kicking the door open with his foot.

“Charming.” Niki comments. “I hope you wash that key before you give it back.”

“Don't panic Captain Mainwaring.” James says sarcastically, dropping the key onto the table

“What does that mean?” Niki asks and James shakes his head.

“I'll tell you later,” He says, faltering as he walks towards the bed, causing Niki to grip onto him tightly.

“Don't you dare drop me!”

“Don't worry, I'm only dropping you onto your bed.” James reassures him, carefully setting him down onto the bed and then collapsing next to him.

Niki gives a wince when he tries to move his foot before propping himself up on his elbows to look at James. “Don't complain, you are the one that volunteered to carry me.”

“Piss off.” James says weakly, stretching his arms. “And lose some weight before you next sprain your ankle.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Niki asks, eyes flashing dangerously

“Well, lets put it this way Niki, I'm not calling you thin.” James says, rubbing his eyes. “Hows your foot?”

“It hurts.” Niki admits, “And it's gone a strange colour.”

“Do you need me to kiss it better?” James asks and Niki looks at him

“You don't miss an opportunity, do you?”

“Is that a yes?” James pushes hair out of his eyes before stretching upwards to kiss Niki's mouth with a sigh.

Niki shuts his eyes and lets James kiss the pain away, pulling him closer until James is on top of him, making sure he is not touching Niki's foot.

“Better?” James mumbles, unzipping Niki's overalls.

“Your kisses have a magical touch.” Niki comments dryly.

“Do you know what else of mine has a magical touch?” James asks, sliding his hands up Niki's shirt.

“No idea.”

“My cock.” James says, and Niki gives a mock sigh

“I suppose I better let you heal me then.”

Ahahahaha somehow I knew this would be the answer. ;D