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Sebastian walks into his local newsagent trying to look confident. He entirely fails.
He smiles at the shopkeeper, but it's not the smile of one at ease with himself, it's one of someone who is anxious and is trying to hide it. The shopkeeper isn't fooled, but he knows Sebastian and is used to his behaviour.
Once a month Sebastian would come to this particular newsagents and buy a copy of Playboy. The shopkeeper really doesn't care what Sebastian is buying, so long as he pays for the magazine, who cares? But Sebastian always comes back to the checkout with his face red and tries to pay quickly so that he could leave the shop with whatever dignity he has left. Which is usually none.
When Sebastian gets home, he rushes upstairs with his magazine and closes the bedroom door.
Finally alone.
Sebastian lies back on his bed, holding the magazine in his hands. On the front cover is Kimi Raikkonen, the current playmate.
God, this man was sexy. Sebastian had been following him since his first shoots at Playboy and now he was finally Playmate of the month. "The Iceman Cometh."
Kimi was known for his icy stare, his almost disinterested expression and of course his body. God, he was stunning. Sebastian had fallen in love from his very first shoot, and now Kimi had made the cover. He was known in the magazine as the "Iceman" because his eyes were a beautiful stormy grey and he tended to look cool and unattached, but that just added to his mystery.
The cover in question had the man gazing into the camera, his face covered in "ice" and his gaze piercing. It's beautiful. Sebastian feels his heart stop just looking at the cover, and he hasn't even opened the spread yet.
Biting his lip he flicks through the pages until he gets to the centrefold, holding it up with a soft gasp.
Kimi looks out from the photograph naked, a small smirk on his lips as he lies against the plush velvet cushions, one hand under his head and the other resting on his stomach. His cock is standing erect.
Sebastian's brain stops working, he licks his lips, his eyes trailing over Kimi's body. Fuck, this man looked way too good.
He looks at Kimi's eyes, at his smirk. God, he could imagine Kimi looking at him like that, his large hands pressing him down onto the bed, a playful smile on his lips as he kisses him slow and deep.
Sebastian whimpers, his hand moving under his sweatpants and into his boxers, he palms his own cock as he lets the fantasy the image gives him play out in his head.
Kimi trails his kisses down to his jaw and neck, distracting him as his fingers start to open Sebastian up, getting him ready to take his cock. Sebastian moans and whimpers, pushing down on his fingers and wanting more friction. But Kimi doesn't allow him, telling him he's being a brat and to just relax.
The scenario makes him palm his cock harder, imagining Kimi slowly sinking into his body and praising him for how tight he is.
It's embarrassing how fast he cums just by imagining Kimi fucking into him so hard and fast that he has to hold onto the Finn's broad shoulders to stay where he is.
He cums moaning Kimi's name, and he feels a sense of shame come over him at seeing the sticky mess on his hand.
There was an embarrassing lack of control when it came to Kimi Raikkonen.
Sebastian makes his way into uni the next day with a large coffee cup and feeling drained. He had a big presentation due by the end of the week and he was shattered. His dreams being full of Kimi didn't help him either.
As he walks into campus, he is shoved aside by a few students who almost make him spill his coffee. When he goes to yell at them, he frowns as he sees most of the students moving to the front of the campus entrance.
"What's going on?" Sebastian asks Jenson as his friend runs up to him.
"I don't know how this happened but we have a fucking Playboy bunny on campus!" Jenson answers, already moving off into the mob of students all gathering near the main campus statue.
"A what?" Sebastian takes off after Jenson, looking confused as he pushes his way through the students. A Playboy bunny? On campus?
As he finally makes it to the front, he stops dead.
No. Way.
Because there was Kimi Raikkonen standing by the stature next to an older man who resembled him, looking very sheepish at all the attention the Playboy bunny was getting.
Thankfully Kimi was dressed and not in the standard Playboy bunny attire, but he was looking fucking edible in a tight fitting grey shirt, dark blue jeans and a leather jacket. Next to him was a beautiful looking motorcycle.
Sebastian short circuits, again.
Jenson manages to push his way to the front of the crowd. "Damn, Rami said his brother would show up, I didn't think it would happen though."
"Kimi's brother goes to this uni?" Sebastian asks, eyebrow raised as campus security comes over and tries to disperse the crowd.
"Yeah, you'd know that if you actually socialised rather than wanked off to those Playboy magazines in your room." Jenson replies, earning him a hard elbow in the ribs from Sebastian.
"Shut up!"Sebastian looks as Kimi gives his brother an apologetic look and moves to get back on the bike, but Rami grabs his sleeve to stop him, murmuring something that Sebastian cannot hear.
"Okay everyone, break it up! Go to your classes!"The campus security guard claps his hands and with a grumble the crowd starts to break up.
Sebastian is about to follow after Jenson, when he looks over and sees Kimi looking his way. He freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as those stormy eyes meet his, before Kimi gives a small smile in his direction.
Sebastian feels like a deer in the headlights at Kimi's smile. He's pretty sure his answering smile is just an awkward grimace and he knows his braces are on show. But if anything Kimi looks even more curious and heads over to him.
Oh. Fuck.
Kimi stops in front of Sebastian, smiling softly. "Are you okay or are you about to have a stroke?"
The words are said in a teasing tone but Sebastian can feel the flush on his cheeks. "Ah, uh, well-"
Genius Seb. Very genius.
Kimi chuckles, holding out his hand. "I don't think I need to introduce myself, what's your name?"
"Seb." Sebastian supplies, trying not to faint at the feeling of his small hand in Kimi's larger one. This was not happening.
"Seb, you're the mechanics major right? The one who got a scholarship?" Kimi asks, head tilted.
"Uh yes, but um how did you know?" Sebastian looks startled, how on earth did Kimi know this?
"Rami." Kimi gestures to his older brother who gives a little wave. "I was having trouble with my bike and he told me to come to campus and talk to you."
God, Sebastian was going to faint. He just KNEW it.
"Uh, okay, but you could go to a garage, why me?" Okay good, a sensible response has finally come out of his mouth.
Kimi shrugs. "I could go to a garage but the publicity would be insane."
"So you decided to walk onto campus? How is that any better?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.
"I trusted my brother's judgement, he is never wrong when he recommends someone." Kimi answers, looking at Sebastian. "So, do you think you could take a look at her?"
Sebastian's mind has gone blank. "At what?"
Kimi rolls his eyes. "My bike, can you look at my bike for me?"
"Oh, uh yes? What's wrong with it?" Sebastian tilts his head, looking at the bike.
"Something is up with the engine, she keeps cutting out." Kimi replies, moving over to the bike.
Sebastian follows, almost like he is in a dream. "Well, we could take her down to our garage or I could see her in my own later? My place might be better, if you could travel low key."
What. Was. He. Suggesting?!
Kimi tilts his head with a hum. "You might be right, if you can give me your address maybe I could come over to yours after classes tonight?"
Sebastian blinks, his jaw falling open as Kimi looks at him expectantly. "To-tonight? My place?"
Kimi nods, looking concerned. "Unless tonight is a bad time?"
"Uh, no. No! It's uh. It's fine, let me write down my address." Sebastian takes his notebook from his bag and scribbles down his address, his hands only lightly shaking as he tears the page out and hands it to Kimi.
The other man takes the page and reads the address, "is 7pm okay for you?"
"Sure!" Sebastian nods quickly, wondering if he was in a dream and he hasn't yet woken up. Then again his dreams about Kimi were never this tame.
Kimi gives him a crooked smile and Sebastian nearly faints. "See you tonight?"
"Yes…" Sebastian licks his lips, his breath stopping when Kimi claps a hand on his shoulder and turns back to talk to his brother.
What. The. Fuck.
Sebastian cannot focus in his lecture, his mind is on Kimi.
How the fuck was Kimi coming over to his house tonight?
Why had he agreed?
Yes he could help Kimi, but also the man was a freaking Playboy bunny and Sebastian's biggest crush.
He remembers the first time he had ever seen one of Kimi's Playboy shoots. The man had been leaning against the wall, bunny ears on his head as he gazed into the camera, his long hair falling over his face in waves. He had bared all and Sebastian had never forgotten it.
It was Kimi's stern expression that had gotten to him. Most Playboy bunnies tended to act shy and coy, but not Kimi. He had broken the mould of Playboy bunnies from his very first shoot. Kimi challenged the reader to look at him, he made the reader take notice and claimed his sexuality for his own. Sebastian loved that about him.
He had privately cried when Kimi had cut his long locks though.
After that, Sebastian had been obsessed.
And now the man of his dreams was coming to his place. Fuck.
Sebastian somehow makes it through the day, he has no idea how though.
When he gets home, he spring cleans his apartment frantically, hiding all his issues of Playboy just in case Kimi found any.
He had no idea why he was cleaning his bedroom when the man was only coming round to his garage, but he felt like he needed to be careful.
Kimi arrives at precisely 7pm, on the motorcycle of course. Sebastian tries not to stare too hard at how good Kimi looks as the man pushes the bike into the garage. "Hey Seb, thank you again for this!"
"It's okay! Uh, thanks for bringing the bike!" Sebastian looks over the bike curiously, trying so hard not to stare at Kimi.
"Thanks for agreeing to take a look." Kimi replies, flashing a beautiful crooked smile. "Hopefully she isn't too much trouble to fix!"
Sebastian forgets German, never mind English at his smile. It takes him a second to regain his composure. "Right, lets take a look at her!"
The few hours are spent fixing the bike. Surprisingly Kimi sits next to him as Sebastian works, handing him tools and looking keenly interested in what he was doing. It turns out that Kimi wasn't only a pretty face.
It almost felt domestic, strangely enough. Kimi was not who Sebastian thought he would be. He was quiet and gentle with a keen interest in Sebastian whenever he talked. Sebastian had imagined a stern cold exterior, a man always in charge. But Kimi was warm, like the first bite into perfect tiayaki. It was beautiful to discover and didn't damper Sebastian's crush on the older man at all, which was a problem.
Sebastian finally has the bike fixed at around 11pm. He sits back tiredly and wipes at his face, leaving a smug of oil on his cheek. "If you start her up, she should sound better now."
Kimi nods, but he seems distracted. "You've got something on your-" He reaches out almost without thinking and brushes his thumb over his cheek.
Sebastian prides himself on not fainting.
Kimi pulls back, rubbing the oil between his fingers as he waits for Sebastian to reboot.
"Um, thanks." Sebastian grabs a cloth and rubs at his burning cheek, swallowing hard. "Why don't you check her out?"
Kimi nods, standing up and moving to start the bike, listening to her engine. "She sounds good, but the real test will be driving her."
"It's pretty late and I'm sure my neighbours will not like you driving the bike round the neighbourhood. Maybe you could crash here and we can test her tomorrow?" Sebastian has no idea where these words are coming from, but damn, the hours spent with Kimi fixing the bike had shown him that he was a regular man beneath the Playboy persona.
Kimi hums softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I could crash here maybe? No one knows I'm here and if I check into a hotel…"
"Uh yeah, yes you can. I have a spare room." Sebastian answers, not sure how he was handling this as well as he was.
"Good! If that's okay with you?" Kimi checks. "I've already taken a lot of your time."
"It's fine, anyway it's safer to stay with me! I don't want you hounded by reporters!" Sebastian shakes his head, standing up and wiping his hands on his jeans. "Let me show you to the guest room."
Kimi moves to follow him, as Sebastian heads upstairs and shows him the bathroom and the guest room.
"I'm just down the hall, I could give you some spare clothes if you wish?" Sebastian tilts his head, trying not to think of Kimi in his clothing.
"It's fine, really." Kimi shakes his head, giving another soft smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
Sebastian brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed in a daze, barely noticing he goes to sleep in his oil stained clothing.
His dreams are haunted by rabbits.
The next morning, Sebastian showers and gets changed before leaving the bathroom for Kimi. He hadn't slept well that was for sure.
He's making breakfast when Kimi appears, clean and showered but wearing yesterday's clothes of course. He smiles at Sebastian, but the smile appears playful and teasing. He's holding a suspicious amount of magazines in his hands.
Oh no.
Kimi smirks and holds up the stack of Playboy. "Not an original hiding place underneath the guest bed. Would have been safer in your own room."
Sebastian wants the ground to swallow him up. Immediately. Or to be struck by lightning.
Kimi laughs. He actually fucking laughs and puts the magazines down on the kitchen table. "I didn't open them for obvious reasons."
Yeah, a car would be welcome to drive through his window right now.
When Sebastian doesn't say anything, Kimi's teasing dies off and the next thing he knows is Kimi's comforting touch on his shoulder. "Sorry, I was out of line, but you've got to admit it's pretty funny no?"
"I- how are you so calm about it?"Sebastian turns to look at Kimi, the insecurity and shyness in his face.
"I'm calm because you had me in your house all night and you treated me like a human being. I wasn't worried you were going to try to force yourself on me." He shrugs. "Most people who meet me think I'd immediately want to fuck them, but you treated me like I was a regular person and that was so refreshing to me. I'm not worried after finding this." He nods to the magazines as he places them on the kitchen table.
"This is so fucking embarrassing." Sebastian hides his red cheeks with his hands.
"It is pretty funny actually." Kimi grins, moving to gently remove Sebastian's hands from his face.
Sebastian just looks like a kicked puppy, looking at Kimi sadly. "I'm a freak for having all of that…"
Kimi snorts, squeezing his hands in his gently. "I'm also a freak for getting my cock out for thousands of people to look at. Maybe my freak matches yours?" He gives a heart stopping small smile. "It's okay, I promise."
Sebastian looks at Kimi's earnest face. "You're not just saying this and will run for your bike in a minute?"
"No, I'm telling the truth, I never talk bullshit." Kimi shrugs, pulling his hands from his. "Now come on, I'm hungry and want to see my bike."
Sebastian cannot keep up with Kimi, he just watches as the man sits at the breakfast table as casually as hell.
In a daze Sebastian continues to make breakfast.
His life didn't make sense anymore.
The soft roar of the engine fills the garage as Kimi drives his bike back into the garage. He opens his visor and turns to look at Sebastian. "She sounds good!"
"Amazing! No engine cutting?" Sebastian asks, smiling as Kimi gets off the bike. Damn, this man looked way too handsome for his own good.
"No! She was smooth the entire way." Kimi removes his helmet, placing it on the handlebars of his bike. "You've done an amazing job."
"It's nice to get some hands on experience." Sebastian says as he cleans away his tools.
"How much do I owe you?" Kimi asks as he takes out his wallet.
"Ah, no. I don't need paying!" Sebastian shakes his head, smiling.
"You can't not have anything!" Kimi insists, pulling out a wad of money.
"Seriously, no, it's fine! I'm just glad you trusted me with the bike."
Kimi huffs quietly. "You cannot have no payment, if I cannot pay you then how about I take you on a date?"
Sebastian freezes, looking over at Kimi. "Excuse me?"
"How about I take you on a date to say thank you?" Kimi tilts his head.
Sebastian blinks once, twice and then swallows hard. "A date, with you?"
"I know a place, the owners know me and it's not known to the press. We could have a meal, what do you say?"
It's a tempting offer, but Sebastian isn't sure if he should accept. Besides, Playboy bunnies weren't allowed to date. They were meant to be seen as free and single to meet with the fantasies of the customers.
"Seb?" Kimi's voice is hesitant when Sebastian doesn't answer immediately.
"We can't." Sebastian is proud of how firm his voice is. "It's against the rules."
"Since when have I cared about rules?" Kimi asks, moving closer to him. He had a point, his shoots were always different to the rest of the bunnies.
"Since dating me could ruin your career." Sebastian shakes his head, meeting Kimi's eyes firmly. He's so fucking proud of himself for not shaking.
Kimi moves closer, his large hands on Sebastian's hips. "You need to live a little, we can do this, I promise you. Please, just let me have some normalcy in my life?"
"You think I could give you that? Normalcy? How?" Sebastian challenges, his voice strong.
"By making me remember what it was to be loved for being me." Kimi answers, the words hushed in the garage. "You could have tried to flirt with me and get me into your bed. You didn't, that means something to me. It means you respect that I'm a human being, not some unattainable fantasy for others."
The words leave Sebastian speechless. "You think all that of me, after only knowing me for a few hours?"
"I have a good read on people." Kimi answers, his eyes soft and honest in the morning light streaming into the windows of the garage. "I can trust you."
Sebastian swallows hard. "I- I don't know.."
"Live a little." Kimi answers, his grip firm on his hips. "Let yourself have something for once."
He wants Kimi, more than he's ever wanted anything in his life.
Then Kimi's lips crash onto his and he stops thinking entirely.
Kimi's lips are warm on his, soft and inviting. It's nothing like how he had imagined kissing Kimi to feel like. He returns the kiss, clumsy and unsure and cursing his braces and hoping he doesn't catch Kimi's lips with them. But Kimi is so gentle it makes Sebastian's toes curl in pleasure. The man knew how to kiss.
Kimi pulls away first, his smile gentle. "Was that your first kiss?"
Sebastian nods numbly, still feeling Kimi's lips on his. He resists touching his own lips to feel them.
"What do you say?" Kimi asks, his voice a quiet whisper.
Sebastian has two choices, say no and never experience what could be, or say yes and risk everything.
There's only one answer he can give.
"Yes."
Kimi's smile is so bright Sebastian isn't sure how he is still standing. "I'll pick you up after uni? I can take you to my friend's restaurant and we can decide where to go from there?"
Sebastian's head swims. "Yes, yes I think I'd like that."
"Perfect." Kimi leans in for another soft heart-stopping kiss, then he picks up his helmet from besides the bike and puts it on his head. "I'll see you later tonight."
Kimi leaves the garage in a roar of smoke and the scent of oil, leaving Sebastian star struck in his wake.
A date with a Playboy bunny, how had his life become this?
He finds himself smiling as he packs his bag and heads to uni, no matter what happened on his date that night, Sebastian knows he is not going to let Kimi go.
The real Kimi beat all of his fantasies, he was going to keep him for as long as he could.
The sun shines and breaks through the clouds, it feels like happiness, pure and simple.