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Of all the people the bottle had to land on, it had to have been Kimi. Hell, it didn't even look like he had been playing, sitting in the circle half zoned-out and looking like he was going to walk out after the game. Fernando couldn't blame him - he practically begged for him to come to his stupid 'party'. For what, anyways?
Kimi was really only personable to about five people, and Fernando might have been the sixth, but he didn’t really know yet. The way the Finn was glaring at him most likely meant he went down a notch on the friendship scale.
"Seven Minutes in Heaven? What are you, 16?" Kimi jeered, half-covered by a jacket.
"I didn't pick the game, smarty."
"But you still play it."
Fernando didn't answer that one.
"What? Scared?" Kimi teased, ever the wordsmith. Fernando's face heated and he was thankful for the relative darkness of the closet.
"No." He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and he could practically feel the Finn's eyes burning a hole into his head. "Are you?"
Kimi made his usual 'mwoah' sound, avoiding the question and fidgeting as much as he could without getting caught by a coat hanger or some other item hanging up in the closet.
"You're going to mess up my closet."
"Then clean it up, it's your party."
Oh, if Fernando didn't kiss that man within the next six minutes, he might just go crazy. He made sure he was flat against the wall before sliding down onto the floor to take a seat. "This will take a while," He stated.
Kimi watched him sit down and shifted closer. He was standing directly in front of Fernando before putting his hand against the plaster to lower himself down onto his knees.
"Are you not going to move?" He asked, like it was just any other day.
"Move for what?" Fernando stupidly said, before-
Oh.
Fernando gladly shifted his legs to the side so Kimi could come closer. He could smell whatever liquor he had been drinking on his breath.
Before he lost his nerve, he hooked his fingers on the collar of Kimi's shirt and pulled him in for a quick kiss, a soft noise coming out from the back of his own throat when he pulled apart.
"Not bad, hm?" Fernando teased.
Kimi rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Don't let it get to your head." He put a hand on Fernando's face, momentarily stroking his cheekbone with his thumb before licking his lips and kissing him again. Fernando was melting in his mouth like sugar, and Kimi wondered how long he had liked him for. 2001? Last week?
The Spaniard broke apart just quick enough that he could take a breath before nipping at Kimi's lower lip and resting his hand in a space where his shirt had ridden up. He bit back, and to his surprise, Fernando let out a small squeak of surprise.
"Taste of your own medicine?"
"Shut up."
He did that quite well, connecting their lips together again as Fernando hooked his thumb into Kimi's waistband, his hand resting on his ass. Cheeky. He was quite enjoying it before checking his watch.
"Two minutes," Kimi said flatly. Fernando just yanked him back in, and they were all but licking the inside of each other's mouths before they heard their friend's voices get closer to the door.
Fernando quickly pushed Kimi off of him - "Rude," - as they both tried to look like they has just been standing inside a closet for the past seven minutes.
The door opened, making Kimi squint.
"Okay, okay, come out now."