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Thaw my heart

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

I heard somewhere that @hakkisen and @schumi-honey were discussing this plot in DM 💕💕

The FIA Prize Giving Gala of 1996 was well underway, when the first couple of drivers started to become tipsy and had shed their tuxedo jackets and bowties. Most of the press had left the ballroom and the drivers could talk to each other more freely without the journalists lurking around.

Michael was sipping from his glass of champagne as his eyes trailed over the guests in attendance of the afterparty. He didn't really care about the gala this year because he had been so far off of the world title this season. And he didn't like the winner of this season, Damon Hill. The Brit was always playing mind games with Michael and the press conferences were always awkward. If Damon got an oppertunity to criticize him, he would. The worst thing about it was that the British press were always on his side.

He rolled with his eyes thinking about it and straigthened his tuxedo jacket that had the Ferrari emblem embroidered on it with black thread.

Well, on to better things...

He walked around the ballroom in circles to look for Mika Häkkinen. He had caught a glimpse of the man at the start of this evening and his handsome appearance hadn't left his mind. Gosh, he had been looking forward to see the pretty Finn in a tux again with his wavy blonde hair.

Mika was so different compared to Damon. He was very kind and fun to talk to. He always beamed at Michael with a sugary sweet smile and a cheeky twinkle. He was the epitome of a friendly and honest no-nonsense type of guy. Oh how he wished it was him he was competing against for the world title.

During his third round around the ballroom he finally spotted the man who was on his mind day and night.

The Finn was dressed in black dress slacks and a white dress shirt. A few of the top buttons were left open and the man had grown his signature blonde hair out. The golden - almost shoulder length - locks curled so wonderfully around his ears. He was smiling at the man who he seemed to be in a deep conversation with.

Michael bit his lip. He had to admit to himself that he found that the adorable handsome boy from the first half of the nineties had grown more rugged and sexy in the second half of the nineties. It was such a shame that the Finn's pretty smile was directed at... Damon Hill. What a waste! That smile should be his!

Michael felt the butterflies swarm in his stomach, feeling absolutely elated to see his crush. He decided to approach the Finn from behind and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on what Damon Hill was telling his Mika.

"He is prone to dangerous driving. The FIA should implement stricter rules, just because of him." Damon wasn't smiling at his Finnish interlocutor anymore. He had chosen the calm and composed young man as the outlet for his frustrations.

Mika shrugged. "It's just his style. I don't judge whether it's a good approach or a bad one. Ayrton was like that too. Very passionate."

Michael frowned and quickly hid behind a cart of champagne glasses. Who were they talking about? Damon was quite firm in his choice of words. Mika seemed more neutral and diplomatic.

"Passionate? Is that what you call it?! His 'driving style' resulted in two world titles for him at the expense of others."

"Well Damon, I believe that's a bit...-"

"Well, you haven't been on the receiving end so often!" Damon interrupted him.

Mika threw him a contemptous look. "What do you know about that?! I raced him in Macau 1990 and he brake checked me on purpose! I lost the damn tournament because of it!"

Michael gulped. They were talking about him! He was a bit shocked by the way Mika so blatantly brought up the crash like it was all his fault. He had told him back then that they were both at fault. They had sorted it out like men and lived on.

"Did he get penalised for that?"

"No."

"Did you agree with that decision?"

"No, but what could I do?" Mika held up his hands. "I was for a hundred percent certain that it was completely his mistake, but I told him otherwise to make him feel good at my own expense. If it was someone else they would probably have punched him, but I'm not that kind of guy."

Michael was fuming. He had heard enough. Mika had thrown him in front of the bus to support Damon's claim. He couldn't believe Mika had lied to him that day in Macau! He always thought the Finn was a completely honest and kind guy.

He felt tears pricking in his eyes, threathening to roll down his face. His cheeks were flushed in anger. He thightened his hold around the stem of his champagne glass and walked up to Mika.

He harsely grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt, tearing off a few buttons in the process and threw the remains of his champagne in the Finn's surprised face.

"It's extremely ugly to talk bad about someone behind his back! I never expected it from someone like you!"

He let go off Mika's crumpled dress shirt, threw him a furious look and stormed off into the direction of the exit.

"Michael, wait!"

Michael didn't wait. He beelined to the exit, pushed people aside who were blocking his way. Tears were running down his cheeks. He felt so betrayed! He had never said a bad thing about Mika, and this is what he gets in return!

He ran towards his trailer for the last time this race season. He had expected to arrive there much later this night. But his evening was completely ruined by the guy he had a massive crush on. By the guy he thought he could trust.

He yanked the door open and shut it with a loud bang. "That fucking bastard!" Michael agressively threw his tuxedo jacket in the corner of his bedroom and ripped off his bowtie. "What a complete asshole with his stupid crooked smile!"

He sat down on his bedside, covered his face with his hands and started to sob heart-wrenchingly. It's so unfair that he is in love with someone he completely misjudged.

Mika stared around the ballroom with flushed cheeks. All eyes were directed at him. His clothes were disheveled and stained by champagne. Some buttons of his dress shirt were hanging by a thread.

Damon stared at him with a quirked eyebrow. "You let him do that to you?"

Mika now turned angry eyes at Damon. "Are you happy now? You provoked me to say these things!" And yes, I let him do that to me, because he is angry with me and rightly so."

He bowed his head in shame and forced the tears blurring his vision away. "I shouldn't have said these things. It wasn't even meant to be said 'behind his back'."

Just like Michael had done minutes ago, Mika ran off towards the exit of the ballroom. Perkele! He needed to make things right! He needed to apologize to his crush!

He entered the paddock with his pass and ran towards the Ferrari motorhomes, looking for Michael's trailer.

In the meantime it had started to drizzle outside. The small drops of rain mingled with the tears that were streaming down Mika's face. He felt so stupid. How could he be so stupid to the handsome German man that he had planned on talking to tonight if that stupid Damon Hill hadn't claimed him for that stupid conversation of his?

When he arrived in front of Michael's trailer, he quietly - almost calmy - knocked on Michael's door, very much in contrast to how panicked he felt. But he couldn't just start banging on his door like a lunatic. It would probably infuriate the German even more.

"Michael, can we please talk!"

It stayed silent on the other end of the door.

"Michael, I didn't mean it! I would never talk you down because of the way you drive! Michael, I am not like them! It's behind us!"

The knocking increased, but Michael pretended he didn't hear it. Let him suffer, the bastard! Let him cry! I'm crying too. It's not always about him!

"Michael! I'm not leaving here! I want to apologize!"

Michael saw through the window of his trailer that the rain had become heavier. He smirked. Good! He stood up to close the curtains of the window before Mika would appear behind it.

"Mika! I'm telling you once: go away! I am not opening the door for you!"

"Michael! I am so sorry!"

Michael could hear the Finn's voice was shaking because of his sobs. He shrugged and started to change into his pajamas. Yeah whatever, Mika. If you ruin my evening I will ruin yours. He wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his pajama shirt.

Mika sat on the doostep of Michael's trailer for what felt like hours. He had no idea what time it was because, according to etiquette one should not wear a watch with Black Tie.

Speaking of his tuxedo, he had left his jacket at the gala and his clothing was starting to get really soaked.

He rubbed his hands over the drenched flimsy textile of his shirt, trying to stay warm that way and curled up in front of Michael's doorstep. A gust of wind bristled the wet blonde locks of his hair and made him shiver.

The pure want to just simply curl up into a ball and sob was growing stronger by the minute.

Was it a wise decision to stay here until Michael would open the door? Absolutely not! Would he end up getting a cold? Probably. Did he really mind? No.

Mika huddled a little closer to the front door of Michael's trailer, as the rain poured down on him. It was the end of the season. There were no races left. If he would get a fever... so be it. His relationship with Michael was way more important than his health. Which was a totally reckless thing to think. He had almost died a year ago. He shouldn't be neglecting his health.

Mika wrapped his arms around himself and shook violently. Don't think about it! Think about ways to apologize to Michael!

He sobbed, burning tears streaming down his cheeks. The sensation was a stark contrast to the temperature of his skin, heating patches of his face while other parts of his face remained cold. It was a strangely pleasant feeling.

He cried about his own stupidity, not about the situation he was in. He could leave at any moment, but he chose to stay. He hoped suffering on behalf of Michael was a way back to the German's pure heart.

What would Keke think of this? What would Ron think of this? What would his own mother think of this?!

They would lock him up and throw a way the key! Reckless dumb boy! Tyhmä poika! He was risking hypothermia for his favourite rival!

“God, no!” Michael cried, shooting up from his bed. Sweat dripping from his body, he immediately jumped, lifting his hand to wipe his forehead. He exhaled heavily, his breathing ragged and fast-paced. Goddamnit! Another nightmare about Mika dying in his arms in Adelaide! Michael threw his blankets off in frustration. Why - of all people - did he have to dream about Mika after their fight yesterday! The Finn shouldn't be occupying his mind right now!

He stared at his alarm clock. It was 3:30 a.m. He had only slept for four hours. What a terrible night! He stared through the window and noticed the hard wind blowing the heavy rain against the glass.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Michael rubbed his temples vigorously. He thought about yesterday evening and shook his head while tears streamed down his face. Was his anger really worth it? What if he had scared Mika away for good with his behaviour? Was the way he reacted justified?

Michael started pacing through his living room, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Well Mika did say some truly mean things yesterday, didn't he? Or was he overreacting? Michael didn't know anymore. He had to admit to himself that he would probably be less hurt if someone else had said these things about him. And why was that?

Michael took a shuddering breath and took another stroll around his furniture while in deep thoughts. He knew exactly why.

Everytime that "stroll around the furniture" led him close to his front door, he vaguely heard a crying sound every time the wind pauzed during an interval.

Michael went pale all of a sudden. No, he didn't?! Did he? Please tell me he didn't!

He quicly walked to his front door and slowly pulled the handle down, afraid of what he would find on his doorstep.

The door opened...

Wrapping his arms around himself, Michael let out a broken whine, horrified by what he felt was the result of his actions.

Mika was lying on his doorstep with chattering teeth, clutching his drenched flimsy clothes with pale tingling hands.

The Finn barely seemed to notice he was being found by the object of his remorse.

"Mika, what the hell! Are you crazy?!"

Michael stared at the curled up heap of human desperation and felt his heart break in a gazillion little pieces.

Mika hadn't deserved his overreaction last night. Look at him! Poor thing!

Michael kneeled down next to the shaking Finn and brushed a hand through his wet hair. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly. "Why aren't you in your bed inside your own trailer."

"M-m-michael, I-I am sorry!"

The Finn's face became even wetter when more tears started cascading down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Michael hooked his arm under his rival's armpit and gently guided him up on his wobbly legs. "This is not good! You're shivering like a little kitten. Let's get you inside."

He led the unsteady Finn inside his warm trailer and sat him down on his couch, not minding the dark wet spot Mika's clothes created on the fabric.

Mika stared at him like a sad little puppy with dripping wet hair.

Michael trailed his eyes over Mika and blushed deeply when he noticed that the Finn's clothes were so wet he could see his skin and the lines and contours of his body through his almost transparant dress shirt.

He swallowed. "Firstly..." Michael licked his suddenly dry lips. "...you need to get out of those clothes."

Mika's face turned equally red despite his low skin temperature. He nodded slowly, almost obeyingly, and began to work on his shirt.

Michael watched sheepishly as the Finn's numb and tingling fingers failed to open the buttons.

"I-I can help you with that if-if you don't mind."

Michael's breath was tickling Mika's ear as his nimble fingers took over the task from Mika's frozen digits. With skilled precision he opened the buttons one by one.

Mika's cheeks turned an even deeper red when he felt an interesting sensation in his body as Michael's fingers brushed over each patch of skin he unveiled.

Michael too felt a funny feeling tickle his stomach when he worked on stripping his handsome rival.

Michael act normal! Act like you're a medical expert not a love struck nurse!

With a blush on his face he let the white textile slip off Mika's broad shoulders. He felt so warm all of a sudden, that it wouldn't even be a strange idea to press the frozen Finn tightly to his body.

He took a step back and draped Mika's shirt over the backrest of a chair. He turned back around to face the Finn and couldn't help but blush some more. Mika was quite a sight to behold without a shirt on. He surely didn't look like someone who had been fighting for his life a year ago.

Mika stared back at him with an equally flustered face. He was still shaking from head to toe. He rubbed awkwardly over the wet fabric of his slacks. They were cold and uncomfortable, but he didn't really dare to take them off in front of Michael.

The German gave himself a little reprimand. What are you standing there doing nothing? Go to him! Give him a blanket! Dry his tears!

Michael walked to his closet to fetch a large, heavy blanket. He quickly returned to his living room and draped the blanket over Mika's bare shoulders. He sat down next to him and started rubbing the Finn's arms through the thick material of the blanket.

"Sshhh, don't cry," he whispered softly, as one of his hands caressed Mika's damp cheek. "I shouldn't have reacted that way. I can't stay angry with you when you do this to yourself!" He looked into his rival's red-rimmed eyes. "No, but honestly, what were you thinking?!"

Mika's almost blue lips trembled. "I didn't want you to have a bad sleep. I wanted to apologize immediately. You were very justifyingly angry with me!" he sniffled.

Michael planted a hand in the Finn's wet blonde hair and pressed their cheeks together. "I overreacted. You should never do such a thing ever again! What if you'd gotten hypothermia and you'd have to be rushed to hospital?! It feels like you're only just out of there!"

"Well... then..." Mika's lip trembled, he bowed his head and sobbed. "I don't know... I would have to deal with that I guess."

Michael shook his head. "Are you crazy? You shouldn't do such things!" He grabbed the Finn by his arms and squeezed him into a tight hug. "I don't want you to go to the hospital!"

Mika reveled in the sudden and very welcome body warmth and blushed deeply when Michael let a hand slip under the blanket and started caressing the goosebump-covered skin on his side.

Michael's face turned as red as a tomato, running his hands over Mika's soft smooth skin. He stared into the saphire blue eyes of the Finn. "Do you really think Macau 1990 was all my fault?"

Mika averted his eyes from Michael's intense stare. His skin tingled from where Michael was touching him. "Michael, please. It's such a long time ago."

"Mika, I need to know!"

The Finn bit his lip. "I was not lying to Damon. Of course back then I thought it was all your fault. Let's say I shed a few tears that day."

Michael pulled him tighter into their hug and blushed. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way back then."

His own skin radiated warmth due to the fact that he was holding his half-naked crush in his arms. "Do you already feel warmer? Maybe you should sleep a bit. I put the heater up and I can fetch some warm clothes for you."

Michael got up to search for spare pajamas in the same closet he had retrieved the warm blanket from.

He handed Mika the blue flannel pajamas and looked his fill when Mika dropped the blanket to the floor. The Finn was still shaking from the cold, his lean muscles pale and covered with goosebumps. The fact that there was not an ounce of fat on his body didn't help either with warming up.

Michael turned around when Mika took off his dress pants to give him some privacy, but hearing the belt buckle hit the wooden floor of his trailer made Michael feel all kinds of things.

He turned around to see Mika in the warm, fluffy pajamas and smiled. Gosh didn't he look cuddly? "Please, make yourself at home. Lie down in front of the heater for all I care. Sleep and take better care of yourself. We will talk tomorrow!"

#part 2 of michael inviting mika in his bed to cuddle for extra warmth??#mika häkkinen #michael schumacher #makkinen #mika hakkinen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1fanfic

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