#hope everyone prayed for the chole tn. it mustve been rough.

[hourcat]

PLEASE I BEG PLEASE WRUTE JEALOUS PIERRE IF YOU HAVE TIME!

hehe. perhaps a little something. <3

it's not like charles chose to be part of the interview panel he's sitting in right now. if anything, he'd rather not even be here at all: the couch is never all comfortable, and keeping track of the mic is annoying, and somehow it's even more frustrating to get stupid questions about his future at ferrari when he's seated on the interview stage than when he's standing in the tv pen.

besides. if he were going to choose a group of drivers to be interviewed with, the one person he'd select first is noticeably absent. it'd been delightful back in monaco, with pierre sitting knee-to-knee with him and laughing with lewis like they're all old friends. he'd give anything to have that chance again, if only to be able to have a looser, more relaxed start to the race weekend. it's been a few weeks since their last double-header, and if there's one person who knows how to clear his head from all the pre-race noise, it's pierre.

pierre, who'd been banished to the tv pen instead of him. pierre, who he hasn't gotten to spend a whole lot of time with since monaco. it's not like they're not talking for a reason--at least, not one that charles knows about. they're picking up mid-season, sure, and they'd mutually agreed before the season even started that canada could not get the better of their private life again, but they didn't go out together once during the break between spain and montreal. pierre hasn't cornered him in the motorhome block to kiss him silly in weeks. and yes, charles understands he's busy--charles is busy, too. but he'd be more understanding if he hadn't gotten an eyeful of pierre hooking a too-comfortable arm around yuki during last week's parade.

he knows he's being ridiculous. they're friends. charles likes yuki, who's actually just sitting down on the other end of the couch now. but seeing them together never fails to trigger something ugly and green in his chest. for so long, pierre has only touched charles that way. and then yuki comes along, and pierre gets close to him, and suddenly...charles needs to share? spoiled as it might be, he hates the thought more than anything. he just wants pierre to get close again.

and then, like the devil on his shoulder has sprung to life, esteban sits down to his left and greets him in soft french, and charles knows exactly how to get what he wants. so he shifts on the ugly couch, adjusts the brim of his hat, and gives his old acquaintance a big smile. "estie," he greets in return, reaching a hand out to give him a quick fistbump.

like clockwork, the media team's cameras start shuttering. charles swallows down an even bigger smile. incoming.

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charles is almost embarrassed at how quickly the plan works. he says goodbye to the guys on the couch with him and wanders off to where his team is waiting behind the scenes, and manages to walk by himself for five whole minutes before he hears familiar footsteps gaining on him rapidly from behind. josh, the new social media admin, gives charles a look when he glances over, and then falls back.

he's just in time. "hey, calamar," pierre's voice is low in his ear as he sidles up to match his pace. their shoulders bump, clearly too hard to be accidental. "how was your media day?"

charles pointedly keeps his eyes forward. "it was fine," he answers, trying to swallow the knowing grin that comes with pierre's, ah, tendencies. "the usual, you know."

pierre makes a strangled noise somewhere in the back of his throat. "the usual?" he sounds disbelieving. he sounds...a little angry. charles shivers. they walk together for another few steps of silence before pierre speaks again, that same strain in his voice. "come here, charles, i want to show you something--" he grabs the crook of charles' elbow, just this side of rough, and leads him to the first gap in the team motorhome lineup. charles shivers again.

"what is this about, pierrot?" but he knows he can't hide it, can't hide that he's getting exactly what he'd been after in the first place, and pierre can tell. the look on his face shifts from almost genuinely upset to something noticeably hungrier.

"don't play dumb with me," pierre answers lowly. "i saw you up there with--with esteban." oh, he sounds horribly jealous. "and alex."

like alex had done anything to be part of this flare-up. he wants to laugh. "i was just chatting with them," charles murmurs, lifting his hands in innocence, but pierre growls something indecipherable under his breath and drags them around another corner, pressing charles' back to the warm metal of the motorhome. (it's alpine's, funnily enough. charles wonders if pierre's press officer knows where he is right now.)

"you looked awfully cozy," pierre bites back. he steps closer, pushing more into charles' space, and god it's been too long since they've been so close. "i didn't think you two were that close."

"mmm, it has been a while," charles concedes. "we were just catching up, mon petit, do not be so jealous." he reaches up to pat pierre's cheek gently, rubbing his thumb along the sharp line of his best friend's beard as he loses the battle with hiding his own amusement. "you know there is only one alpine driver for me." a rumbly noise spills from the frenchman's drawn-tight mouth. "come on, pierrot."

pierre presses even closer. charles watches him open his mouth to speak, then clench it shut so that he can see the way his muscles tic from effort. instead, he dips forward and presses a chaste, scruffy kiss to his cheek. "i hate it when he's so close to you." the words are soft, like some kind of confession. charles, for a moment, feels bad.

and then he remembers how yuki had giggled under pierre's touch, how easily he'd gone with being manhandled, and the guilt speeds away. "i hate seeing you close to your old teammate, too, you know," he mumbles. if it weren't as breezy out, charles would tug at his windbreaker until his neck was freed from the fabric so that pierre could bite him there--mark him just under the collar, safe from prying eyes, visible only to himself.

instead, he tilts back so pierre can rub his beard against him more.

"and you say i'm jealous." his voice is smug against charles' blush-warmed cheek. "you know it's not like that with yuki, bebe, you know." yes, he does. it doesn't make it any more fun to watch.

"you have not touched me like this in weeks," charles answers, one hand sliding up pierre's back to thread loosely in his wind-tousled hair. "what am i supposed to do?"

pierre kisses his cheek again, this time allowing his teeth to scrape gently. the next one is open-mouthed and wet, so hot against him that charles would drop to his knees right now if it weren't for pierre keeping him upright against the building. "i don't know," he muses into charles' skin. "maybe you could fucking ask." and here it is: exactly what charles had been after just a half-hour ago. pierre's knee is slotted between his thighs, hand gripping so tight through his clothes that he knows he'll have bruises later tonight--primed to drag charles back to their hotel room and eat him out until he cries.

"but mon amour," the monegasque murmurs, grinning when pierre finally moves back enough to properly go in for the kill, "where's the fun in that?"