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Launt ficlet time!

Full version of the extract I uploaded a few days ago!

Hope you like it

The sun hung high over the Silverstone Circuit, casting a relentless glare over the bustling paddock. Reporters swarmed like bees around Niki Lauda, who stood, as always, in his immaculate Ferrari racing suit, patiently answering questions. Among the throng was James Hunt, known as much for his off-track antics as his on-track prowess.

With a wicked grin, James maneuvered through the crowd until he was right next to Niki. The Austrian glanced at him briefly but continued his measured response about race strategy. Without warning, James grabbed Niki by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The world seemed to freeze. Cameras flashed furiously, reporters gasped, and Niki's eyes widened in shock and confusion. As they broke apart, the paddock erupted into chaos.

Niki shoved James away, his face a mix of shock and fury. “What the hell, James?” he spat out, his voice trembling with anger.

James leaned in closer again, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that was still loud enough for the microphones to catch. “Just wanted to see if those rumors about our little rat were true.”

The reporters, sensing blood in the water, pounced. Questions flew at Niki from all directions, each more invasive than the last. “What was that kiss about?” “Are you and James together?” “Do the teams approve of this kind of relationship?”

James, still grinning, raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just having a bit of fun, lads,” he said, backing away. “Looks like I got my answer.” With that James turned and left the scene, the smirk never leaving his face.

The reporters didn’t relent. “Niki, care to comment? Is there something you’d like to share about your sexuality?”

Niki’s patience snapped. “No comment,” he barked, forcing his way through the crowd. His mind was a whirlwind of anger and humiliation. He knew he couldn’t let this slide.

He found James leaning against a wall near the paddock, still chuckling to himself. Niki’s approach was swift and purposeful. “What the hell was that, James?” he demanded.

James’ smile faded slightly, but he remained defiant. “Oh, come on, Niki it was just a joke. You never seem to have any fun. I thought I’d help you out.”

Niki’s fists clenched. “Fun?” His voice was a dangerous growl. "You call this fun? You think it’s funny to humiliate me? To expose my private life in front of the world?”

James’ eyes glinted with a challenge. “So, it’s true then? You like guys, don’t you? Is that why you never want to go out and pick up ladies with me?” He said with a mocking laugh.

The insinuation cut deep. Niki stepped closer, their faces inches apart. “You don’t know anything about me,” he growled.

James pressed on, his voice low and mocking “Admit it, Niki. You enjoyed it. Why else would you be so angry?” He looked down at Niki as realisation struck him “is that why Marlene broke up with you?” He asked with a chuckle

Niki’s control finally shattered. “Halt dein verdammtes Maul, du Arschloch! You think you know everything, don’t you?” His breath came in ragged gasps “You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to use my past against me for your amusement.” he shouted with tears prickling at his eyes.

James’ grin faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. “I didn’t think it would bother you this much. I didn’t mean to—”

Niki cut him off, shoving him against the wall. “You never think, do you, James? You never think beyond your own amusement. You just act, and damn the consequences.”

For a moment, they stood there, breathless and glaring at each other. Then, something shifted in James’s expression. He stepped closer, brows drawn together in a frown “I didn’t think it bother you that much. I just wanted to have a little fun and get a laugh out of it.”

“Well, congratulations. You succeeded,” Niki said bitterly, his jaw clenching as he stared at the Brit. “If you can’t win you just go and ruin your opponent’s career with something else, huh?”

James’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry, Niki. Really. This wasn’t my intention! Why would I want to ruin-”

“Just shut up. You don’t understand. You have no idea what you’ve done.” Niki interrupted, his voice breaking.

The Brit took a step closer, confusion evident in his eyes. “Why is it such a big deal to you, Niki? What am I missing?”

“Just leave me alone, James.” Niki muttered as he turned to leave, but James grabbed his arm, desperation in his grip. “Please, Niki. Tell me what I’m missing. What’s going on?”

Niki stopped, his shoulders tense. He turned back to James, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to live like this? To hide who I am because I’m afraid of what people will think, of what it will do to my career? it’s not just a joke. It’s my life. It’s who I am. And you had no right to expose that.”

James blinked, confused. “Hide who you are? Niki, I didn’t know—” He cut himself off, realization dawning. “I didn’t know you were really… I thought it was just some stupid joke. I mean, if I had known it was really true I—”

“If you had known you what?” Niki asked, his voice tight. “You wouldn’t have done it?”

“No!“ James said without hesitation

Niki’s anger seemed to deflate, replaced by a sudden deep and aching sadness. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if you knew” he muttered, more to himself than to James.

James buried a hand in his hair with frustration “Niki, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, yes, I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it would upset you like this. I wanted to kiss you so badly but now I’ve only made things worse. I’m sorry, Niki. I just—”

Niki cut him off again. “Wouldn’t you? Or would you?” Hoping that he heard right and that James wanted to kiss him so badly. “Would you kiss me again?”

James stared at him, taken aback. “What? Niki, I—”

“Do it again” Niki blurted out, his voice trembling. “If you really mean what you say then do it again.”

James opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out, instead he just stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he stepped closer, gently cupping Niki’s face.

Niki closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. “But this time, mean it. Not for the cameras, not for a joke. Just… for me. Please.” he whispered before worrying his lip between his teeth.

James took a deep breath. Hesitating for a moment before gently dragging his thumb over Niki’s lower lip - a fleeting touch to stop him from chewing on it.

Slowly he leaned in and kissed Niki again, slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken promises, this time not for the cameras or the reporters, but for Niki.

It wasn’t a joke this time. It was real.

When they broke apart, Niki’s eyes were once more filled with tears “Thank you” he whispered, his voice breaking.

James pulled him into a tight embrace, his own eyes glistening. “I’m sorry, Niki. I truly am. I’ll never make light of this again.”

Niki nodded “you better not. Arschloch.” He muttered, burying his face in James’ shoulder. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace. And perhaps, just perhaps, a glimmer of hope for what lay ahead.

Lots of work to do this week but I’ll post the Simi ficlet later today, I promise!!

Another little Launt snippet.

I actually don’t know if I’ll ever come around and finish writing a whole fanfic about them.

Anyway, here’s a little fluff snippet

Niki’s breath hitched. He had always respected James’s reckless charm, his relentless spirit. But now, standing so close, he realized there was something more profound between them. “James, I…”

Before he could finish, James closed the remaining distance, capturing Niki’s lips in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Niki’s initial surprise melted away, his hands finding their way to James’s back, pulling him closer.

When they finally broke apart, both men were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. “This is crazy,” Niki murmured, a smile tugging at his lips.

James grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “The best things usually are.”

After fighting with my Notes app and Tumblr I finally got it. The spicy (nsfw) confessional Launt ficlet I promised!! Although it’s not really a ficlet anymore. I got a bit carried away.

Anyway…! I hope you enjoy and just some warnings:

Minors do not interact!!

There’s no explicit consent (in this doc they are both horny for each other so I count that as consent)

And if there are any spelling, grammar or formatting mistakes please do let me know!

Hope you enjoy!

It was a sweltering night in Monza, and the post-race celebrations had carried on longer than usual. James and Niki had found themselves in a bar not far from the circuit, downing shots and beers as if tomorrow didn’t exist.

By the time they staggered out into the moonlit streets, they were laughing loudly, the alcohol making them forget everything that existed around them. They wandered aimlessly, their laughter echoing off the silent buildings, until they came across a small, dimly lit church.

“Look at this place,” James said, pushing the heavy, surprisingly unlocked, wooden door open. “An open invitation” He flashed a wide grin towards Niki “Never been in a church while drunk before.”

Niki chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the empty nave. “You’re a terrible influence, James.”

He shook his head but followed James inside. The dim light from the stained glass windows cast colorful patterns on the stone floor, giving the place an ethereal quality. They wandered around, whispering jokes and daring each other to do silly things.

James spotted the confessional booth and a devilish idea sparked in his mind.

“Hey! Hey, Niki, Niki! let’s have some fun! You get in one side, and I’ll be the priest. Time to atone for your sins!” James grinned, his voice slurred as he staggered into the confessional.

Niki laughed, a rare, genuine sound. “Atone for what sins, exactly?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can think of something,” James replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Niki, too inebriated to resist the absurdity, followed suit and entered the other side, closing the door behind him. He slumped down onto the wooden bench, the small window between them allowing their voices to carry clearly.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” James intoned, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “It’s been… well, never mind how long it’s been since my last confession. Let’s hear yours, Lauda.”

Niki leaned back against the wooden wall, his laughter dying down. “Fine, fine. I’ll play along.” He cleared his throat. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

James stifled a laugh. “Tell me your sins”

At first, Niki did play along, joking about minor indiscretions and taking a swig of his booze every now and then. But as the alcohol loosened his tongue, the mood shifted.

“You know,” Niki began, his voice quieter now, “there’s someone I like… someone I shouldn’t”

“Are you going to tell me about your wet dreams now?” James asked with a loud laugh as he shifted on the wooden bench to lean against the parting frame, making himself more comfortable to continue sipping on his booze.

Niki joined in on the laugh “I thought I was supposed to confess my sins, so will you let me finish?” He asked without thinking, his mind completely cloudy from the alcohol

James, intrigued and slightly more sober, pressed his face against the window that was separating the two “so you do have wet dreams?? Niki, no feelings at all, Lauda?” He chuckled and settle down into a proper sitting position again.

“Tell me more about the lucky girl” he urged, his voice a mixture of amusement and genuine interest.

Niki hesitated, took another sip of alcohol, then continued “It’s someone close to me. I think about them a lot. About us, together. It’s… intense.”

James felt a jolt of surprise, his amusement fading into something more intense. “Them?” he repeated, with a strange feeling rising in his chest. Hope?

There was only silence coming from the other side and if James wasn’t sure he didn’t hear the door open and close, he would’ve thought Niki had left.

On the other side Niki sat staring at his hands, moving only after a few seconds to finish his bottle and continue talking. He couldn’t stop himself now even if he wanted.

“Him. I think about him a lot.”

“A man?” James felt a flush rising to his cheeks, his curiosity piqued. “What do you fantasize about, Niki?”

The confessional’s darkened interior seemed to close in on them as Niki’s voice grew more detailed, describing his desires with a candor that made James flush. He felt the growing heat in his own body and started to fidget with the loose label of his bottle, trying to distract his mind from the images Niki was painting.

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the effect Niki’s words were having on him.

“I imagine touching him, tasting him, feeling his body against mine,” Niki said, his voice deepening with desire. James squirmed, trying to remain composed but failing miserably. His breath quickened, and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch himself, his arousal overwhelming.

“Fucking hell” he let out with a deep sigh, almost groan, as he wrapped his fingers around his aching length. Too lost in the feeling James didn’t register how loud he actually let out that sigh and that Niki fell silent.

It took him three whole strokes before he noticed the silence. Thinking Niki was just in thought or hesitant to continue, he spoke up “don’t get shy now, tell me more.” James tried to sound as composed as possible but he had to bite the back of his free hand so he wouldn’t let out an obscene moan.

Niki chuckled slightly, already suspecting that James was getting off to his confession and maybe slightly enjoying the thought of it.

He continued to share more fantasies, this time far more detailed “Its gotten so bad that I have to leave press meeting early because thoughts of him fill my mind. Of me wanting him to just shut up and finally take me, fill me up.” His tone growing more intimate, until he was certain of what James was doing on the other side.

“I want him to take me in my garage. The motorhome. Everywhere. I imagine leaning over the workbench with him behind me, me with my back pressed against the cold wall, legs wrapped around his hips as he comes deep inside of me.” Niki continued before going silent again to listen to James ragged breaths.

“Are you enjoying this, James?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and something darker.

James froze but then whispered a small “Yes” followed by a whine he wasn’t able to suppress.

There was a long pause. Then, without warning, Niki exited his side of the confessional and re-entered on James’s side. James was too stunned to react, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

Niki looked down at him with hooded eyes “look at you, cramped in a confessional booth with your cock out and hard, getting off to your best friends fantasies about getting fucked by a man”

He leaned down, pulled James hand back and replaced it with his own. “Tell me, James, do you imagine yourself in my place?” Niki whispered, his lips only inches away from James ear “no… you imagined yourself as the man I was talking about. Weren’t you?” He asked with a slight chuckle as he let his thumb slide over James leaking slit.

James leaned back, surrendering to the moment as Niki took control. “Niki. Please” He pleaded, the sacred silence of the church was filled with their hushed voices and James moans.

Niki pushed James thighs apart and slowly lowered his body until he sat on his knees between them.

“Do you want to know who the man in my fantasies is?” He asked, not daring to break eye contact as he lazily stroked James length.

When James nodded hastily, the hand between his teeth preventing him from letting out any sound, including words, Niki grinned.

“It’s you” he whispered before licking a broad strip over James entire length without hesitation “it has always been just you” Niki continued but hastily went back to sucking and licking at James dick.

James let out a chocked moan “fuck. Tell me that’s really true” he said, panting, as his hand moved into Niki’s hair to tug him closer.

“I would never lie in a house of god” Niki placed a kiss on the tip of James dick before wrapping his lips around it and swallowing him as deep as he could.

As Niki worked, James’s fingers tangled in his hair, his mind a whirl of emotions. The reality of what was happening crashed over him, but there was no room for regret or hesitation. In that moment, all that mattered was Niki and the way he made him feel.

Minutes later, as they both sat in the afterglow, the reality of what they had done settled in. After zipping his pants back up James looked at Niki, who was still kneeling, his eyes full of a mixture of satisfaction and uncertainty.

“Are you alright?” Niki asked, his voice soft.

James nodded, reaching out to cup Niki’s cheek. “Better than alright,” he murmured before leaning down to place a soft kiss on Niki’s lips. “Guess we both had some sins to confess”

Niki laughed, a genuine, carefree laugh that felt like a release as he leaned into the touch “Yeah, I guess we did.”

James laughed softly, pulling Niki up to have him sit on his lap and kissing him once more with a content sigh “I dreamt a lot of this.”

“Of me sucking you off in a confessional?” Niki snorted, about to add something, but James cut him off. “Hey! You know exactly what I mean so just shut up and come here.”

Before Niki could respond, James closed the gap between them again, this time capturing Niki’s lips in a firm, demanding kiss. Niki melted into it, his hands finding their way to James’s neck, gently tugging at the hair there as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, and James rested his forehead against Niki’s. “See? Sometimes it’s better to just shut up and let things happen.”

Niki laughed softly, his fingers tracing patterns on James’s back. “You always know how to get the last word, don’t you?”

James shrugged, pulling Niki closer. “Not always. Just when it counts.”

Niki let out a light chuckle, leaning his head against James’s shoulder. They sat there in the confessional booth, the world outside forgotten, lost in the unexpected intimacy of their shared confession.

Fanfic writers will be like:

“Working on my WIPs! Out soon!”

Meanwhile, this what it looks like:

It’s me. I’m the silly fanfic writer.

I might start to post my little launt notes if the fandom is still alive.

First time actually actively using tumblr so idk how this really works.

I think I’ve read almost every Launt ff on ao3 and I need more so I might as well add to the collection