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Summary: The Four times James Hunt makes a fool of himself because of Niki Lauda and the One time Niki Lauda makes a fool of himself – well not really because Niki could never look like a fool but let's just assume he did— for James Hunt.
Not Uncomfortable At All
I: A Press Conference
James Hunt was screwed. And not in a good way.
Let's just say it wasn't the best of days for James Hunt. Yes, much better. I shall stick to that.
Well, quite frankly, he had been hungover from last night's party and possibly still a little high when McLaren insisted that he had a Press Conference at 7 in the morning on a Sunday. He would make up an excuse not to go but all he could think of was "I need to go to church" and obviously that would never work because he is the James "The Immortal Fuck" Hunt and James "The Shunt" Hunt, he wouldn't go to church. He tries to convince them he would but he couldn't even convince himself. So here he is, dragging his sorry ass onto the elevated table next to none other than Niki Lauda who of course looks absolutely perfect since he goes to bed early and sleeps early. That bloody rat. James wished he could both punch him and kiss him but the press didn't need to know that. The press definitely didn't need to know how frustrated Niki Lauda made him.
"Mr. Lauda, how is the racing going?" an American reporter asked and Lauda was all cool charm and wit that could never work on James. He both loathed and loved him for it. Curse his insufferable intelligence and his cute rat teeth. Niki gave him a look as if having heard what he said before answering. "The racing is going well, I am getting used to being in a car again and I have high expectations that I will be world champion again this year" James couldn't help but scoff at his confidence and the press seemed to notice this. "Mr. Hunt, how about you?" a French girl asked. By impulse, James gave the blonde a short wink before answering. He noticed Niki eye rolling from the corner of his eye. "I'm doing rather well, thank you. Niki is just too uptight, so early in the morning, as he usually is. Right, Niki?" the press laughed as the Austrian's cheeks puffed out in discontent.
"Mr. Hunt, what is your relationship with Mr. Lauda?" a reporter asked, James couldn't recall who since he began to panic. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was thinking about how cute Niki had looked with his cheeks puffed out when he was asked the question but he ended up replying rather defensively. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, looking for the reporter who had asked the question. "Are you honestly just rivals? Are you friends? What is it, really?" more reporters joined in to gang up on him as he began to sweat. Niki seemed to have noticed because he reached out to him. "Alright, there, Hunt?" he asked, trying to sound unconcerned but failing miserably. He still managed to appear calm and cool, curse him for his iron resolve. When James wouldn't respond, Niki stepped in like a true gentleman and took it all in stride. "Our relationship beyond the tracks is strictly platonic" he said, devoid of any emotion and James couldn't help a sigh from escaping his lips.
Although, I truly wish it weren't.
The cameras seemed to stop and everything froze as every reporter in the room turned to stare at him. Even Niki was blinking at him in shock.
Oh shit, he had said that out loud, didn't he?
The room broke out in a florry of questions as he attempted to leave the room.
"Mr. Hunt, does this imply that you wish to have a relationship with Mr. Lauda that extends beyond friendship?"
"Does Mr. Lauda know about this, or is this the first time you have confessed?"
"Mr. Hunt, are you in a confidential relationship with Niki Lauda?"
That damned rat really makes his life hell. Why did he have to fall in love with an annoying Austrian Formula 1 racer with the face of a rat?
He internally groaned as he made his way to his room, the surprised look on Niki Lauda's face imprinted in his mind as he attempted to get more sleep.