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"Lewis?" Nico's expression was surprised as he spoke his rival's name.
Well, more like ex-rival.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Lewis whispered desperately, grabbing Nico's shoulders as if he was trying to lure him back into reality. "What is this? You—You're leaving? For good?"
His eyes softened for a split second — a second that told Lewis everything he needed to know — before they hardened again.
"Lewis..." He said his name again, except this time it wasn't full-spoken. A mere breath. His hands moved by themselves, gripping Lewis' wrists painfully tight, as if he was holding on to the last shred of dignity he had left.
He knew it would soon vanish, anyway.
He stilled entirely, the feeling of Nico's fingers on him being burnt into his memory forever. Because, it might be the last time he gets to have him this close; to look at him this way.
"Nico..." His name fell from his lips in a sinful way, his eyes closing.
Nico could never stand how beautiful Lewis was, so soon enough he shut his eyes as well, letting his forehead drop against the other's.
"Why are you leaving?" Lewis asked in a voice so gentle it nearly ripped Nico's heart in two. He let out a trembling breath before answering.
"Because it's become torture, Lew... I can't take it anymore."
His eyes opened and fixed on his lips as he kept whispering. "I love fighting you on track, Lew, but only if it doesn't affect us... But it did, and I can't keep doing this..."
One of Lewis' hands moved to Nico's neck, feeling his racing pulse under his palm. His eyes opened as well, and when he spotted Lewis' looking right at his lips before snapping up to meet his gaze, he just broke.
His eyes shut again and his hand moved to his cheek, and before he fully knew what he was doing, their lips locked in a kiss so gentle yet so deep, stealing both their breaths away.
Lewis kissed back instantly, his hands moving down to grip his waist.
Everything they've been craving since they were teenagers had finally come to the surface, the only thing they've been needing this whole time was given to both of them.
When they pulled back, they were still close enough that they were almost breathing into each other's mouths.
Nico's thumb traced Lewis' slightly parted lips as he spoke quietly.
"I might be retiring, but I'll always love you."