#sebmick

[xostarrynightt]

F1 x The Unsent Project

[aaltilis]

George: Remember when I said that Mick and I are going to have calm night, just young boys doing team bonding?

Lewis: Yeah..

George: Well, can you help us now?

George: We're in jail.

Lewis: What?

George: And please don't tell Toto.

George: Oh and Mick also said please don't tell Seb.

[rosyjuly]

mick: yes, of course i discussed driving in WEC with sebastian

seb: mick encouraged me to drive in WEC

[somewhere in switzerland, late in the evening while being drunk on homemade pear schnapps, these two having a lightbulb moment]

[milflewis]

Q: At the driver parade you drove around with Sebastian, how did that happen?

MS: I didn’t want to drive around by myself […] so we borrowed a car for a second.

race of champions 2023 / unknown tumblr textpost / race of champions 2023 / transcript of mick’s interview at the silverstone gp 2022 / tweet from abu dhabi gp 2022 / headless john the baptist hitchhiking by c t salazar / transcript of seb after the miami gp 2022 / brazilian gp 2022 / road music by richard silken / race of champions 2019

[effervescentdragon]

smick + mick never wins a WDC

"I won't get it."

Sebastian opens his eyes to the dark. There is a light in the room, coming from the light outside. Seb likes to keep a porch light (it makes everything feel like it should be, homely and comfortable and as it is supposed to be, like he always thought home should be, like he read in the books when he was small and hiding under the covers and he didn't want to go through his car books again, in the stories there was always a porch light on waiting for whoever came home last) and its light spills into their bedroom.

He keeps his breathing steady. If Mick wants him to hear this, he'll make it known. He'll grab Seb's hand, or nudge him, or wake him up in some other way.

The room stays silent for a moment, and then Mick says it again.

"I won't - I won't get it."

I know, Seb wants to say. I've always known, ever since we drove together that year, my last and your first. I've known ever since you were a child and I was watching you in karts with Michael next to me, proud as he ever was of you. I knew it back then because he was proud of you like a father is supposed to be proud of a son - without any expectations of what that son will do, or was able to do. And Michael knew too, that you weren't like us. That you were gentle, and kind, and that you would never be a champion.

He breathes evenly, makes sure to let out a mumble as he thinks I've always known you'll never get it. You're too good a person, Mick, you're not a bastard, you don't have the instinct to smash and crash and burn for it. You don't want to hurt anyone, you don't dare push the limits because you know what pushing the limits means. You know what it gets you, you know the consequences, and you could never bear bringing someone else the desolation that going over the limits has brought you. And that is your greatest strength as a person and your worst weakness as a racer. And you, you're a driver only second, or third, or maybe even fourth. You're a son, and a brother, and a lover all before you're a racer, and that means you will not be a champion.

Mick sighs, and Seb waits. If Mick wakes him up, he'll reassure him. He will lie, and he will lie well, because he's learned to lie at the feet of the best and he will make Mick believe the lie, because the truth serves nobody at this point. He has been lying to Mick their whole lives, about so many things, because Mick needed to be protected and saved from all the pain that Seb could spare him, so lying to Mick comes as second nature to Sebastian now. Sebastian will lie, and he will lie magnificently, and he will kiss Mick softly and hold him gently and cook him breakfast in the morning, and life will go on as it always does.

Mick sighs again. This time it's a different sound. This time, it echoes with acceptance. It makes Seb angry, and sad, and if he dared admit it to himself, just a tiny bit disappointed.

Sebastian feels Mick move closer, so he affects only waking up now. He opens his eyes to half mast and mumbles "Love? What," but before he needs to take the charade further, Mick shushes him.

"It's okay," he whispers, fitting his arms around Seb in a maneouvre they've done a thousand times. "Sleep."

Sebastian relaxes in Mick's arms. "Love you," he mumbles, because he has to, but mostly because he wants to.

"Love you too," Mick says, and buries his face into the junction of Sebastian's neck and shoulder.

Sebastian falls asleep thinking of Mick.

He dreams of Michael.

[blorbocedes]

why... why would they title it like a student/teacher omegaverse fic 😭😭😭

[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Days 4/5/6: come inflation, facial, coming in public

seb/mick with a bonus dash of foot/pantyhose/pregnancy kink, 1118 words

***

Seb is so fucking weird about trains.

Mick secretly hates them. Finds them claustrophobic and slow. An impatient itch has wormed its way under his skin since they sat down in their car. Having Seb sitting across from him only makes it worse.

“Why are you wearing that?” he asks her once the novelty of watching the countryside fly by out the window finally wears off. It hasn’t taken long; Mick has been half-distracted by the peek of skin between the top two buttons of Seb's cream-colored blouse.

There’s nothing inherently obscene about the outfit as a whole—the pastoral scene depicted on Seb’s wool cardigan is almost childishly innocent, and the flowy skirt adorning her lower half extends several centimeters past her knees.

Seb shrugs. She leans back against the seat, the blouse drawing tighter over the swell of her breasts. “Paying homage to our shared cultural heritage, of course. You don’t like the design?” She reaches down to examine the milkmaid sewn over the pocket on her lefthand side.

“That’s not what I mean,” Mick replies, his mouth suddenly going very dry.

The blouse is almost see-through whenever she pulls it close against herself. It’s not overtly noticeable unless you know what to look for, but Seb has been picking and pulling at the fabric since the second they got on the train, as though trying to find exactly the right angle to reveal the dark shadow of her nipples. Seb almost always goes braless.

“No?” Seb replies, still playing innocent. “You’re right, it is a bit stuffy in here.” She reaches down, undoing the next two buttons on her blouse, letting the front hang open until all Mick can see is the slight curve of her small, flat tits every time she moves.

“Seb,” Mick pleads in a quiet tone.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s been half-hard since the station, maybe even longer. Seb had kept a warm hand on the curve of his inner thigh on the car ride over, and Mick had done a good job of keeping himself under control then, with the driver right there in the front seat, but now he didn’t have that buffer anymore. It didn’t matter that they were on a public train and that theoretically, anyone could walk in on them. He can’t take it anymore.

Mick reaches down to palm at the swell of his erection through his jeans, whimpering at the pressure—too much, not enough.

Seb tsks. But she doesn’t tell him to stop. “Pull your cock out,” she says instead.

Mick almost swallows his tongue. “Right here?”

“No one can see you. Just me. And do you really want to show up in front of a bunch of cameras with a stiffy in your jeans? Come on, Mick, I’ll take care of you.”

Mick’s hands shake as he unhooks the button on his waistband. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief as his dick is freed from the restrictive confines of his jeans, but that relief is quickly outweighed by the nearly painful throb of his dick as even more blood rushes downward between his legs. He only gets like this with Seb, so hard it actually hurts.

“Pull your jeans down a little,” Seb says next. “I want to see your balls, too.”

Mick immediately obeys. He keeps the pubic hair above his cock trimmed short, knows Seb likes the way it looks, but he shaves his balls completely smooth, because he knows she likes that, too, the way they feel smooth and velvety against her tongue, inside her mouth. They’re already drawn up tight against his body, and it takes a bit of finagling to get his jeans down far enough to give Seb a full and unobstructed view of his package.

Seb gives a little hum of satisfaction once Mick’s cock and balls are fully in view, but it cuts short once he wraps a hand around his cock. “No,” she says, and that’s all it takes for him to let go. She doesn’t say anything else as she bends down to unlace one of her brown leather boots, and Mick just watches, silent and wide-eyed, waiting.

Seb has nude-colored pantyhose on underneath her skirt. She gives her toes a wiggle once she kicks off her boot, stretching the digits against the sheer fabric covering her feet for a second before extending her leg across the space between her seat and Mick’s. The car is small enough that she doesn’t have to fully straighten her knee to reach the apex of Mick’s thighs with the sole of her foot.

“My pussy’s so wet for you,” she tells him as she drags her toes up the length of his cock, pressing firmly with her foot and grinding his cock against his belly when she reaches the head. “Your cock’s so pretty; I love it. Love your little pink balls, how wet you get for me.”

Mick lets out an abortive whine as his cock spurts out what feels like an entire pint of precum, the slick liquid dripping down his shaft, soaking into the fabric of Seb’s pantyhose, easing the friction against his dick with every stroke. He can barely remember how to breathe.

“Wish I could ride you like this, let you fuck my ass and come inside,” Seb continues. “Want you to fill me up. You always come so hard, I bet if I plugged myself up after I’d look pregnant.”

Mick’s vision starts to blur.

“You want that?” Seb taunts as her foot strokes him even faster. “Want the journos taking photos of me big and round with just your come?”

That’s what does it, the thought of Seb’s taut stomach swollen because of him tipping Mick over the edge before he even realizes it’s happening. His whole body feels painfully tight, like the come is being dragged out of every part of him, and maybe it is—he’s shooting for what feels like entire minutes, in hot splashes against Seb’s foot, Mick’s black hoodie, his own face.

Mick shudders through it with Seb continuing to milk him from the base of his cock to the head with the flex of her foot, draining every last bit of come until it finally slows to a pathetic dribble that slides back down his shaft and soaks into his pubes. He tips his head back against the seat when it’s over and draws in a long, rattling breath.

“Still got an hour left before we get to the station,” Seb says casually as she flicks some of the come dripping off her toes back onto Mick’s already ruined hoodie. “Think you can get it up again?”

[usersewis]

2022/2023

[river-ocean]

riccussell aaaaand sebmick

riccussell: doesn't make sense/compels me. i just feel like buttoned-up george and laid-back daniel (and also of course THEE trans george fic of all time...you know...the one that changed my life 💖)

sebmick: makes sense/doesn't compel me. i can understand it!!! i can!!! maybe it is my desire to put seb with lewis or mark or nico but...

[alwysblue]

idk how but “ive always had great support from seb” is mick’s version of princess diana dropping “well there was always three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded” 😭

[aaltilis]

Charles: Seb, before you say no-

Sebastian: No.

Mick: But you haven't heard it yet.

Sebastian: I'm sticking with no.

[rosyjuly]

mick to la gazzetta about his switch to wec

[milflewis]

they’re lesbians your honour

[effervescentdragon]

SCREAMING CRYING ETC GO TEAM GERMANY

[ferrarihamilton]

dragons!!

WHEN I WRITE THIS ONE IT'S ALL OVER FOR YOU BITCHES. seb+mick, in a universe where instead of driving cars, they ride dragons.

The first dragon Mick rides is his dad’s.

He’s too young to remember it, but he’s seen enough photos of the moment to recreate the sensation in his head: his dad, firm and solid behind him; his baby cheeks bundled against the wind, small, gummy hands on the leather reins; He’d spent some time with Victoria afterwards too, when he was older, and he knows that she would have been gentle, careful.

He doesn’t remember the exact nuance of the moment, but he remembers enough that he knows he was meant to ride. That he’s wanted little else since.

The second dragon Mick rides is Sebastian’s.

+++++

After the announcement, Mick goes over to Switzerland. He lets himself through Sebastian’s gate quietly, but instead of winding up the long path to the house, he veers right, into the hangar.

Mercury raises her head when she hears him approach.

“Hello sweetheart,” he says to her, gently stroking her nose. She pushes into his touch for a moment, before settling back down into sleep. A little further down, he can see Chrysos and Lux curled around one another, and if he listens carefully, he can hear the faint rumbling of the others playing outside.

Mick didn't know this until he was older, but Sebastian's hangar is somewhat of a novelty in F1, so much that Architectural Digest did a profile on it a few years ago. Its vast structure feels more like a concert hall than anything else, with an opening out to the fields of the rest of the property. Inside, there's stone ledges and soft grass and hay, meticulously kept.

Not all the teams let you keep your dragon, and even when they do, some drivers choose not to. The drivers that do put them in huge enclosures, pay people millions of dollars to look after them.

Sebastian, who names and keeps all his dragons, takes care of them like his own. Mick's father had done the same, and Mick hadn't known any other way.

“She likes you,” Seb says, from behind him.

Mick doesn’t look up, continues stroking Mercury's nose, the fine, shimmery scales, softer than you think they’d be. Mick’s always had a soft spot for her: the second dragon he rode, steadied by Sebastian, then younger than Mick is now. Sebastian’s first dragon that he could call well and truly his, when he was at Toro Rosso. Mick might have been too young to remember that first time, but he was ten the second time.

He remembers it.

Why didn’t you tell me, he wants to ask. I understand telling the world like this, but me?

“I’ve made lunch," Seb says, half-turning towards the house. "Join me?"

As if it was ever a question. Mick follows him.

+++++

Of course, Mick doesn’t know at the time that Abu Dhabi will be the last race for him too.

He doesn’t even get to keep Aquilae afterwards. The goodbye hurts, but not as much as the knowledge that there will be another rider on her next season, another bond to override the one they had.

[sebsrainbowbicycle]

If I can't hold you like a lover I won't hold you at all  - F1 RPF - Seb/Mick - 2127 words

This started out as a fluffy smick thing and then I felt mean and made the vibes absolutely rancid. 

Fair warning, Seb is not a good guy in this and I kind of love that!