#valewyu

[milflewis]

exactly one (1) person has asked for my valtteri/lewis/guanyu thoughts so here you go @hungerpunch <3 it is mainly just the brainrot of what i wrote in fran n kyle’s dms but i hope you like it !!

so like. valewis. they’re a thing. because of course they are. they’re valtteri bottas and lewis hamilton. guanyu sees lewis when he’s over sometimes. slipping into valtteri’s motorhome. chatting with some of the mechanics as he waits for val to finish up. roscoe hanging around, napping on valtteri’s feet during briefings, lewis nowhere in sight. watches val’s eyes follow the man around the paddock. not that he can blame him. guanyu has a hard time not looking at lewis too.

he becomes friends with valtteri who is kind and patient and so fucking funny and doesn’t care when guanyu has a thousand questions and is on a mission to make guanyu a coffee drinker bc he cannot take another year of having a teammate who doesn’t appreciate good brew.

and guanyu isn’t, like, in love in love with him, not really. it’s a crush !! it’s cool. it’s fine. val is just soft and smells really good and hilarious and has the bluest eyes and his alfa romeo shirt sometimes stretches across his shoulders in a way that distracts guanyu for a few seconds everytime he sees it. it’s cool. it’s fine. he’s doing fine.

and with lewis. well. lewis has always been lewis hasn’t he. he’s been in guanyu’s wet dreams longer than pretty much anyone else but cmon, look at him. and he’s so fast and brilliant and loud, louder than anyone else. and he’s done so much that means guanyu’s road in this sport is a little easier and even when it’s not, lewis is there, smiling, in his corner. and knowing lewis? knowing lewis the person? the one that makes valtteri laugh and blush and stutter and remembers guanyu’s mom’s birthday (he had it put into his calender bc “my memory is so shit man, i swear,” he says, laughing, hand tugging at his ear. that, guanyu realises months later, was probably when he should’ve known he was fucked) and messes with mick in way that guanyu knows mick appreciates, doesn’t look at him like he’s expecting someone else, and chats to animals like they’re ppl?? that lewis is even better than what guanyu imagined but like. it’s cool. it’s just a crush !!

and even if it wasn’t. even if guanyu actually liked one of them it doesn’t matter bc they’d never notice him even if they didn’t have each other.

but.

sometimes.

sometimes guanyu wakes up to like 50 messages from lewis all about fashion and design and colours and patterns and he knows other younger drivers, drivers that have been here longer, don’t get this from lewis.

(he remembers a few years ago when lewis first stepped out into the paddock wearing smth bright and colourful and not very macho and the whispers that follow him normally grew deafening and it was all he could think about for weeks. the colour. the style. the defiant set to lewis’s jaw as he smiled, purple draped across his shoulders, hair curly, hands in pockets. lewis’s clothes are so loud that it can be easy, guanyu knows, to remember how vulnerable they make him look. what it costs him to wear them)

and he gives that to guanyu, and doesn’t ever ask for anything in return. sometimes when lewis turns up at the track and he’s wearing smth cool and different and guanyu grins at him. says smth along the lines of oh i like the shape here. the shoulders. the bit of lace. and hopes to god he doesn’t sound as infatuated like he feels. hopes he doesn’t sound like pierre. lewis just. lights up. like he was waiting for guanyu to say smth. like he cared what guanyu thought. like he put these clothes on in the morning, piece by piece covering tattoos and skin and bone, valtteri lying shirtless on the bed, drinking his coffee, and thought of guanyu.

sometimes there’s a quiet moment in the garage and guanyu is tucked away in a corner, doodling, designing his next helmet, making a pinterest board based solely around an interesting fashion trend that he wants to explore, texting the old prema lads scattered across the globe. and valtteri sits down beside him with a book, or a coffee, or his ipad. looking over his own plans for the house he’s building, the one with only one bedroom to avoid having guests over, and they don’t talk. not really. sometimes guanyu asks him smth about clothes and val with his years spent around lewis can normally give him a pretty good opinion or val asks him smth about the design of the house he’s building. and it’s small and quiet and calm and valtteri doesn’t exactly enjoy a lot of ppl. they tire him out, guanyu knows. but. but surely it must mean smth that val comes to him when he’s done with other ppl. surely that means guanyu is more than most.

sometimes. sometimes.

and then !!

val invites him over. to the house with only one bedroom.

the house that val is building for lewis with his little home gym and wide big windows and insulation and perfect state of the art heating. the house that val is building for himself with its sauna and lake nearby and snow all around. the house that val is building for them both with it’s one bed and no neighbours.

and guanyu doesn’t really know what’s going on. doesn’t know where he’ll stay if there’s only one room and val said, he SAID, guanyu heard him, that he doesn’t want guests there. so is guanyu not a guest? but then what is he?

but he says yes bc he can’t not when val is grinning at him, cup in one hand, blushing slightly in that way that he does when he’s nervous but trying not to be.

he texts lewis, like, a week before he’s supposed to be there, asking what hotels are good to stay in nearby. lewis tells him to not be ridiculous. that there’s lots of room with them. and don’t worry about it. we got you. and well. lewis has never lied to him before so.

what if guanyu comes over n lewis shows him his clothes. let’s him try some on.

standing behind him as guanyu looks at himself in the mirror. lewis adjusting the jacket on his shoulders. val is watching them from a chair by the window.

“suits you,” lewis says. eyes crinkling, heat from his smile lingering there. guanyu swallows. “what do u think vb?” lewis grins, voice low and quiet. “go on.” lewis pokes at him. “give him a twirl.”

and guanyu does. the blocky leather of the coat heavy, shifting over his mesh shirt, over lewis’s shirt. his long silk skirt fanning out, air cool against his right thigh where a slit cuts through the material. val smiles at him, smth soft and careful tucked into the corners of his mouth, eyes dipping low and dragging up his body slowly. “yeah,” he says. “looks really good.”

guanyu is supposed to be leaving in a few hours. (he doesn’t have a return flight booked) (he was hoping —)

lewis reaches out a hand, rubbing his thumb along the leather, fingers pressing into guanyu’s palm. “you should keep it,” he says. smile growing smaller, smth that looks suspiciously like nerves tensing along the line of his jaw. he breathes in, shoulders settling. oh, guanyu thinks. oh. he remembers val’s blush when he asked guanyu over in the first place.

do you know, guanyu doesn’t say. how alike you two can be? is this what happens when you spend so much time with a person? when you know them inside out? i want to know you, he doesn’t say. lewis’s eyes flicker down to guanyu’s mouth, staying there for a heartbeat. two. three. five. his hand warm and soft and big around his. guanyu wants to feel them around his waist. lewis looks him in the eye, defiant and bold and beautiful. valtteri is still in his chair. waiting. watching. guanyu chews at his cheek.

“are you,” he asks, not bothering to hide his smile. “trying to buy my affection? bc i think i’m worth at least two valentinos. and definitely,” he says. “more than three diors.” running a hand down his chest, brushing his nipples, mesh catching off the light. lewis grins, rolling his eyes.

valtteri laughs as lewis tugs him closer. so close he can count the freckles along his nose, dotted on the thin skin under his eye, lightly bruised by sleep. “he’s already got you all figured out,” valtteri laughs again, relief curling the edges of the sound. he’s slouching in the chair, tension gone. guanyu is momentarily distracted by the way his legs are spread wide, thighs stretching his sweats. his barefeet are flat on the floor, dusted with fine blond hair. “i’m an open book,” lewis says, hand coming up to hold guanyu’s jaw, fingers splayed along his neck, thumb on his cheek. valtteri laughs again and guanyu feels a little split open at the sound. at the way lewis is looking at him. warm and soft and heavy. “are you going to kiss me or,” he says and lewis rolls his eyes again. “patience my dear padawan,” he half whispers, pretending to frown. bc lewis is nothing if not dorky and kisses him, long and deep and slow. as valtteri sighs long sufferingly behind him.

“always with the star trek,” val says. and guanyu presses up against lewis to distract him from protesting that its star wars, val !! not star trek. cmon you know this !! leaning further into him, all muscle and heat and dense, hand on his stomach. lewis’s sweater is so very soft. lewis grumbles in the back of his throat but melts into him, tilting guanyu’s head back, licking into his mouth until guanyu unfolds before him.

valtteri’s hands are hot against his skin, sneaking up under his shirt, plastering himself against guanyu’s back, caging him in. he presses hot wet open mouthed kisses along guanyu’s neck, humming quietly. lewis pulls away as guanyu’s shirt scrunches under val’s movements.

“oi,” he says. blinking, a little dazed. guanyu feels all shivery at the thought of making lewis hamilton lose his focus. “that shit is expensive. be careful.” guanyu can practically hear valtteri roll his eyes behind him.

“well then. guess we’ll just have to take it off.” guanyu grins. “what a shame.” turning until he’s leaning back against lewis, who spreads his legs a little, planting his feet, hands curling around his waist. valtteri’s fingers are light and ghosting as they push the coat off of guanyu’s shoulders, draping it over the chair nearby. pulling the shirt over guanyu’s head, running a hand through his hair. grinning as guanyu shiver when his fingers get tangled for a moment.

“beautiful,” he says, hands on guanyu’s ribs, and guanyu pulls him in by the laces of his sweatpants, kissing him. valtteri tastes of mint and coffee. lewis’s fingers drawing small circles on his stomach, nose tucked behind his ear. valtteri’s thigh slipping in between his legs. guanyu just holds on and lets them hold him in return

[princemick-archive]

valewyu <3

baby, listen, you're the only person who could make me like a trouple ship you know this. I fuck w that blurb you send but thats it tho. I fuckin love valyu tho.

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