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Gabriel was fucked up.
He didn't know what drew him to Nico.
Perhaps his good looks combined with his kind personality and the fact that he had welcomed the Brazilian so gently into formula 1. Nico was much older than him, sure, but the depths of his mind (which he tried so desperately to ignore when they met) for some reason thought that only made the German hotter. Fucking sue Gabriel for wanting to be a homewrecker.
And yes, there was the fact that Nico was most likely straight. Still, Gabriel sometimes caught those blue eyes roaming his body and his small neck as Nico would put it, but he thought it was his own desperate mind seeing things differently and that there was no actual spark between them.
However, Brazilians are known to not give up easily. And Gabriel was definitely not one to give up.
Their constant bickering and playful fights were just a way to get into Nico's nerves. Perhaps because Gabriel hoped that someday Nico would have enough of being called an old man and would shut him up for good and put Gabri in his place. He was after all, a hopeless dreamer. Nico would never see him that way, would he?
That's why he was so surprised when after a team meeting Nico had approached him and started talking to him normally, but with his hand fucking wrapped around Gabriel's nape. The Brazilian stuttered, could only give half answers to whatever Nico was talking about the next race.
The older man must have noticed, “are you alright, Gabi?”
“Do you have a thing for my neck, old man?”
He could see Nico's expression freezing. Maybe he joked too far.
Nico responded with a small chuckle after a couple of seconds and gripped harder on the back of the brazilians neck and Gabriel knew it was okay.
Gabriel continued, voice a bit shakier this time, not managing to feign the usual bite to his words “you keep touching and talking about my neck, do you have a thing for it or something?”
Nico fucking grinned darkly and Gabriel hated how much he enjoyed that look.
Sadly, as if the universe conspired against him, they were interrupted by the PR staff demanding them to go do something that Gabriel had already forgotten about.
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Nico knew it was wrong.
He, a man almost 40, crushing on an inexperienced rookie that was nearly half his age.
It had been extremely difficult for him to come to terms with said crush. At first he was in denial. What man who thought he had overcome his “curiosity” wouldn't be?
But there was something about Gabriel. Sure, Nico has seen some attractive men in the past, but he never engaged in anything nor had one be so fucking teasing.
Gabriel had a way of making him feel hot under his collar. The way he looked at Nico, uncertain but with fire behind those dark eyes. The way he would sometimes bite his lip absent-mindedly when they were talking which always caused Nico to gaze at those soft lips that seemed to taste so good.
However, after a few weeks together Nico realised that the Brazilian would be much more of a handful than he was anticipating.
Gabriel was not only hot but consistently play-flirting with him. It had been driving Nico insane bit by bit. He played along but never crossed a line. Nico wasn't certain yet if it was just a Brazilian thing to be this devilish.
However, their last conversation just made Nico certain that Gabriel had something for him, even if it was only curiosity.
The moment he talked about the neck thing Nico had the clear visual of Gabi splayed beneath him, his small neck being squeezed by Nico's stronger hands. And when Gabriel had asked if he had a thing for his neck, Nico realized right then and there that yes, he fucking does.
If Gabriel kept playing with fire, he was going to get burned.
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Gabriel couldn't stop thinking about that conversation. It was all he remembered when he looked at Nico.
So the next time they met as they went to their next race, the Brazilian couldn't help feeling nervous.
Deep down he knew it was stupid because obviously it had been just their usual joking around. Nico didn't actually have a thing for his neck, did he? He wouldn't press even harder if Gabi asked, would he?
Nico wasn't stupid. He was older thus much more experienced and somehow already knew Gabriel despite not knowing him for that long. He could see from miles that the rookie was anxious because of him. And Gabriel hated that. It was as if Nico had the upper hand.
The worst (best) thing of the trip was that he got seated right next to Nico on the plane. There was no escape.
Gabriel was sitting by the window because he had excitedly picked first before the old man could even react. He regretted that decision almost instantly because Nico sat by his side with a grin on his face and the Brazilian never felt so cornered, not even when a caramelo dog tried to attack him as a kid back in Osasco.
It was a half an hour into the flight when Gabriel started to “accidentally” brush his leg more consistently with Nico's. However, he gasped and froze when the older man suddenly gripped his thigh with force.
Sure, Gabriel was trying to get a reaction out of him, but he wasn't expecting the strength in his touch. With his free hand Nico slowly inched it closer to the younger's neck and Gabriel was already breathing heavily.
“What the fuck you're doing old man?”
His words were barely a whisper.
Nico grinned wider, “I could ask you the same thing, baby”.
Gabriel shivered at the nickname. He had never been called that. Nico wrapped his hand around his neck, thumb caressing his adam's apple and squeezed.
Nico was going to be the death of him.
Gabriel moaned lowly, slightly blocked by the pressure in his throat as his eyes fluttered closed.
When he opened back his eyes he was met with the darkest gaze he's ever seen Nico give him.
This was wrong. They were in a fucking plane and Gabriel had the hardest boner of his life.
Before Nico could do any more damage, Gabriel rushed past him through the seats (thank god for premium seats with more space) and locked himself in the bathroom.
He took care of his problem and refused to leave the stall until they landed which luckily wasn't that long after.
After that “incident”, Gabriel refused to look at Nico until they arrived at their hotel. How could he after what he did back in the plane. At the reception he exchanged a brief curious look with Nico who was also paying attention to his room number just like the younger tried more sneakily so. Gabriel then went straight to his room, locked himself in and tried desperately not to think about Nico and yes about the goddamn race.
It was after qualifying that everything went downhill. They had finished their PR stuff for the day and were heading back together to the hotel in the backseat of their team taxi.
Gabriel was spacing out about his results when Nico grabbed him by the nape and leaned into his ear and whispered “my room. Tonight.”
The younger man widened his eyes and had to take a moment to process what he heard then nodded the best he could with a hand on his neck. Nico grinned that flashy devilish grin of him then backed away, looking outside as if nothing happened.
That night they had their first kiss.
Gabriel arrived anxiously at his room around 11PM and Nico, who seemed unphased, gladly let him in. He had noticed the younger man's nervousness and was very gentle with him, saying they didn't have to do anything he didn't feel comfortable with. However, with a sudden surge of courage because Gabi was no coward, he surged forward and met Nico's lips with fire and hunger that even surprised himself.
Nico took the hint and had no mercy for Gabriel's lips. Nor for his clothes when he pushed him to the mattress.
That's when Gabriel found out that Nico was gentle but not too gentle. Just the way Gabriel came to realise he liked it himself.
They touched each other as Nico held Gabi’s fragile neck and Nico's hungry gaze in itself would had been enough for Gabriel to reach his high for the first time. Nico finished practically at the same time, painting the brunet skin in an erotic way.
Gabriel knew then as he tried to regain his breath and Nico whispered sweet nothing to him, that he was fucked. Nico already had him completely wrapped around his finger.
The worst was that deep down he knew this would be a one time thing.
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It was supposed to be a one time thing.
Nico swore to himself that it would, that he could manage to keep his thing for Gabi at bay. However, after that night in the hotel when he decided he had enough of the brazilian teasing, Nico couldn't get the image of Gabriel's face out of his mind.
He needed to hear Gabriel making those sounds again. Nico had discovered that the younger man was so fucking sensitive, as if he had never been touched before. And it was delightful to say the least.
So it might have become a thing for both drivers to hook up between work schedule. Nico wasn't proud of it but Gabriel was beyond his control.