Work Text:
"하루의 끝 침대 위로 쓰러져
잠들기는 좀 아쉬워
감았던 눈을 살포시 다시 뜸 시작돼"
"As I fall onto my bed at the end of the day
Sleep feels like such a waste
I gently open my eyes that were tightly shut"
Midnight Fiction - Illit
(I just wanted an excuse to use my fave illit song in a fanfic 🥹)
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Liam really wanted to just lay down, sleep and forget everything, but he couldn't, at least he shut his eyes closed and let his mind wander off.
Yeah, he's a driver in Racing Bulls, a Formula 1 team, not bad but not that good either; especially when you've been dropped by one of the best teams and your teammate has been promoted to it.
It may have saved his career, but in a really humiliating way. Seriously? Record the shirt change and put it on Netflix?
When he came back to reality he could feel eyes staring down at him, how long had he been there?
-”Liam?” The Brit asked, kneeling down to be at the same height as the man laying down.
-”Fuck, Arvid you scared the shit out of me.” He said after finally opening his eyes, just to turn around and close them again.
-”I'm sorry, it's just that… that's my bed mate.” He smiled and sounded almost like he was teasing him, then he shook the mattress lightly. “Liam…” He whispered.
Fuck, he had forgotten they shared rooms in this hotel. Fucking team.
-”I'm sorry dude, I'll- I'll get up.”
Before he could even lift his head up, Arvid sat next to him, crossing his legs and propping his palms on his knees.
-”What-?”
-”What's bothering you?”
-”What? Nothing’s-”
-”And before you come up with some bullshit: it's eight pm, you haven't had alcohol and you haven't done anything tiring today. There's no way you just wanted to immediately go to sleep so fast that you got on the wrong bed.”
He wasn't going to answer of course, what would he even say? ‘Yeah, it's just that the overwhelming thoughts that tell me that everyone that was with me left, I feel like the second, no, last option anyone chooses. Oh, and I'm scared to bond with you because maybe you'll leave as soon as you get the chance to.’
Fuck no. He just kept quiet, not even turning his head, just looking at the wall.
-”You can't just not answer me, that's not really how conversations go.” He poked one finger on his back. “Liam…, Liaaaammm…”
Maybe if he pretends that he has suddenly fallen into a deep coma he would be left alone.
Until the Brit grabbed his shoulder and turned him ninety degrees, making him lay back flat on the mattress.
-”Good boy,” he said teasingly. “Now that you-”
It was dark, but not dark enough to not let Arvid see how wide the Kiwi’s pupils had gone, how they looked directly into his but quickly looked another way, and how his cheeks had gone a bit pinker than before.
A wide grin spread through his face, did that really turn him on? He didn't react like this when the admin said it, just when he did.
Huh.
Wait a damn minute.
-”Do you like me?” Arvid asked.
-”Right now? Not really-”
He was cut off by the surprise of the younger man getting on him, knees on each side of his legs and on his hands.
And he kissed him.
Fuck he was getting kissed.
But he didn't pull away, he stayed still for a few seconds because of the initial shock, and then started kissing back.
It was messy? Maybe. But he couldn't even care less, he was getting kissed by the man who he had been scared to even talk to a few seconds ago.
-”I fucking knew it. You’re in love with me.” Arvid whispered in a triumphant tone. “I thought I was going crazy for a second.”
Liam still had a dumb face on. Since when did he want to be kissed like that by no one other than his teammate? For how long has he known?
He’s aware that he’s been gazing at him for a second longer than normal mates should, but he thought that no one noticed.
-”Please tell me I wasn't.” The Brit continued, smiling a bit. “It's not new right? Like you didn't just fall in love thanks to the kiss, you already were.”
-”...How did you know?” Liam asked, his voice filled with shyness.
-”You stared, like a lot, I thought you were turning into Carlos or something.”
-”Oh shut up, what a way to spoil the mood.”
They laughed before they kissed again, just for a second though because Arvid suddenly pulled out of it with a cheeky smile.
-”And the ‘Good boy’ kink that you have for me.”
Liam rolled his eyes. That was such a lie, he didn't have any ‘kinks’, that would be so embarrassing.
And in the case he had one, which he doesn't, he would never admit it out loud.
As the Briton continued kissing down his jaw and neck and started removing his team shirt, the older man couldn't do anything but moan at the sensation.
-”Fuck, Arvid-”
He started kissing all the way down, from the thick neck he had as an F1 driver to the muscle filled torso the sport demanded and finally reaching the pelvic area, occasionally replacing the soft kisses for bites, leaving marks that were driving Liam mad.
He traced his fingers along the inside of the waistband of his shorts.
-”Teaser.”
-”Needy.”
As he started lowering them, Liam lifted his hips to make sure he got rid of the shorts completely, leaving him only in his underwear where a tent was obvious.
-”Need some help with that?” Arvid laughed.
-”Take a wild guess, you idi-”
He was cut short by a hand palming his clothed erection. Oh he really likes to tease, doesn't he?
-”Cut the insults towards me, will you? Can you do that for me Liam?” He said as he slowly removed his underwear, making sure to let the fabric rub against his hard cock. “Will you be a good boy and do that?”
Oh he knows exactly what he's doing, he's abusing the control his words have over him.
-”Arvi- fuck…”
The Kiwi could be complaining, but he wasn't; whether because he really liked it, or because his mouth could only breathe Arvid’s name as he wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
-”Ahh… Arvi-... Arv-”
He started swirling his tongue around it, immediately making Liam's head tilt back into the pillow.
-”Wait- stopstopstop-”
-”What, so soon and you already want to cum?” The Brit said after pulling back with a wet ‘pop’ sound. “I’d let you come in my mouth if that's what you want.”
Liam looked mesmerized at the man whose hands were tightly grabbing his thighs and whose eyes were looking directly at his, expecting a reply.
-”I- I just don't want to… you know, like this…”
-”Then, what do you want, love?”
Love.
-”Can you- I want you to fuck me.” He said, looking at the wall cause he couldn't bring himself to look in the Brit's face.
Arvid just smiled with an expression that was part amusement, part lust and part loving.
-”Are you really sure about it?” He said while kissing the v line of his abdomen, moving further up.
-”Don't make ah… don't make me say it twice.”
Liam's face naturally had a pink tint on it, but right now it wasn't only his cheeks; it was a way more pinkish hue, spreading through his neck to the rest of his face and body.
-”Can you pass me the lube? It should be in one of the nightstand’s drawers.”
-”How the fuck did you know that?”
-”I mean, it's an expensive hotel, I expect it.”
-”Ah.”
He rummaged until he found the unopened bottle, grabbed it and lightly threw it on Arvid’s side, who opened it and started coating one of his fingers.
Liam closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt the digit slowly entering his hole.
-”Ah… Arvi-”
-”Does it hurt a lot? I'm so sorry darling…”
There it was again, he was calling him names that made him feel like a teenage girl, even more when he started slowly moving and then introduced a new digit.
-”Can you handle it ?”
-”Yeah…?”
The Brit kissed him again, rewarding him.
-”Youre such a good boy, you take it so good, for me.”
Was it too embarrassing to come right there? I mean, they've definitely already crossed whatever lines there could be.
-”Can you… fuck me alredy?”
Arvid's eyes visibly darkened and he took his fingers out, he figured he was open enough, and started removing his own pants and underwear. Why hadn't he removed them yet?
-”Fuck baby, do you really want it?” He says as he lines his cock, teasing the entrance.
-”Yeah- don't make me beg you- ngh...”
He was interrupted mid phrase, it was probably going to be all insults against Arvd anyways.
Well, he's getting Arvid, in a way.
-”Fuuuck…” Liam moaned. “Ahh…”
He wasn't sure if he meant to moan or call the other man’s name, the only thing that he knew for sure is that it burned. He just had to get used to it.
-”Shh… breathe darling, breathe.”
After a while he started moving, slowly creating a slow rhythm that he could get used to. Though it didn't last long because once Liam adjusted, he started thrusting faster and harder.
Liam gripped harder at the bedsheets before ultimately deciding to hug his neck, kissing him once again.
-”Arvi may I…?”
-”May you what?”
-”...Please?”
-”Are you asking me for permission to come?”
Before he could answer, Arvid lifted his torso a bit, just to be able to wrap his hand around the Kiwi's neglected, leaking cock.
-”God! Yeaspleaseletmeletme-”
-”Go ahead.”
As he started stroking up and down, Liam came spurting ropes of hot liquid on the younger man's hand and his own stomach. That was all Arvid needed to reach his own climax, coming inside him and riding his own orgasm.
Finally he pulled out and let himself fall on Liam's chest and just stayed there for a while, face on the space between the Kiwi's shoulder and head.
-”You're heavy, move…” Liam mumbled into the air, just hoping that he had heard it. “Arvi...”
He didn't really really want him to shift, but their sticky bodies were kind of uncomfortable right now.
Arvid pushed himself up a few inches and marveled at the sight below: the messy short hair, red cheeks and closed eyes of his exhausted lover, who was slowly falling asleep.
-”Sorry…” he said softly, still looking at his bite-marked torso. “We have to shower dear”
-”No shit Sherlock, was my cum filled body a clue for that deduction?” Liam said, joking as always, even now.
The Brit leaned down to kiss him one last time before stepping out of the bed and carrying the blonde like a small bear, hugging his shoulders.
-”I can walk you know? The bathroom is a few steps away.” Although he is ‘complaining’ he wasn't moving, he might not want to admit it but being carried felt really nice.
-”Yeah sure, but I want to take care of you… And it seems that you want to be taken care of.” This made the New Zealander dig his head on Arvid's shoulder blade in embarrassment.
After they showered, washing each other's hair and kissing a bit more, they laid on one of the beds together, watching Liam's phone.
-”You smell very good...” Arvid said as he sniffed his head.
-”It's your soap idiot,” The older man responded, without taking his eyes off the phone but the tone of his voice told you that he was smirking. “I smell like you.”
-”...you smell like me.”
-”The way you said it sounds weird.” Now he did shift, turning his head slightly to look at the smiling man behind.
-”I love you.” The brunette whispered.
-”I don't, you're weird.”
-”That's fine, I can love myself too.” He giggled, kissing him over and over until they fell asleep.
Arvid woke up at around 9:30 the next day, but the other man was nowhere to be seen.
He picked up his phone to call him, but he saw a few messages sent a few minutes ago.
Liam Lawson
Love you too
I cringed myself out writing that
But I do
Expecting more hugs and kisses when I come back from my run
Please?