Drive me Wild, Rival(BL)

Nico

The kiss that started on the couch completely consumed me.

for days, I had been starving for the taste of him, surviving on nothing but bitter regret and the terrifying thought that i might have lost him forever.

Now, with Alaric in my arms, every single fear I had harbored melted away.

I kissed him like i meant it letting his lips pressed against mine, his hands pulling me closer until I was pratically lying on top of him against the soft leather cushions.

I couldn’t get enough. With him kissing me back, i kissed him harder, my tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste the rich red wine we had just shared.

I felt his chest heaving against mine, his fingers burying themselves deep into my hair.

The friction of our bodies pressing together was driving me crazy. The heavy clothes we had worn for dinner were suddenly suffocating.

I needed to feel his bare skin. I needed to wash away the stress of the Miami race, the tension of the paddock, and the awful memory of our fight.

​Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from his, leaving us both panting for air.

Alaric looked up at me, his hazel eyes dark with desire, his lips swollen and red from my kisses.

​"We are going to ruin this couch," I whispered, my voice rough and breathless.

​Alaric let out a low, needy chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. "Then take me somewhere else, Nico."

​I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch.

We stumbled together down the quiet hallway of the penthouse, our lips connecting again and again in messy, desperate kisses as we made our way toward the master bathroom.

I wanted to take him while kissing him under the shower.

​The bathroom was massive, lined with dark, sleek stone tiles and a huge walk-in shower enclosed by thick glass doors.

I reached over and twisted the shower handle, turning the water all the way to hot.

Within seconds, a thick, warm curtain of steam began to fill the room, fogging up the large mirrors over the sink.

​Turning back to Alaric, I stepped into his personal space.

Without saying a word, I reached out and grabbed the hem of his beige sweater, pulling it up and over his head. He helped me toss it to the floor, instantly returning the favor by unbuttoning my shirt with frantic, eager fingers.

​As the last of our clothes hit the floor, I let my eyes wander over him. He was breathtaking. Even with the harsh lighting of the bathroom, he looked perfect to me.

I stepped closer, closing the distance until our bare chests were brushing against each other.

​I leaned in, brushing my lips softly against his ear, feeling him shiver under my touch. "You know what I’ve been thinking about all week?" I whispered, my voice dropping low and heavy with absolute truth.

"I’ve missed having you trapped in the shower with me. I missed pressing you up against these wet walls, kissing you until you can’t breathe, and showing you exactly how much I love you."

​A sharp gasp escaped Alaric’s lips at my words. He looked up at me, a wild, hungry spark igniting in his hazel eyes. "Then stop talking and get in," he challenged softly.

​I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the shower just as the water reached the perfect, steaming temperature. The warm water cascaded down from the oversized showerhead, soaking us instantly.

The heat felt incredible against my skin, washing away the cold, lonely chill that had lived in my bones for the past ten days.

​I backed Alaric gently under the main stream of the water, watching as it flattened his blonde hair against his forehead and ran down the beautiful, defined lines of his chest and stomach.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to let the water wash over his face.

​I reached for the bottle of shampoo on the built-in shelf. Squeezing a generous amount into my palms, I rubbed my hands together until it lathered, then stepped forward.

​"Let me," I said softly.

​Alaric opened his eyes, a soft smile touching his lips as he nodded.

I brought my hands up to his head, burying my fingers deep into his wet hair. I massaged the shampoo into his scalp, working the rich, thick lather through his strands.

I took my time, using the pads of my fingers to trace small, soothing circles at the base of his neck. It was such a simple, domestic act, but it felt incredibly intimate.

After the intense, public pressure of Formula 1 and the painful week we had just survived, simply washing the hair of the man I loved felt like a massive privilege. ’’How does this feel? How are you feeling?’’

​Alaric let out a soft sigh, leaning his weight forward against me, resting his forehead on my wet shoulder. "That feels really good," he murmured over the sound of the rushing water.

​"I could do this every day," I replied softly, pressing a kiss to his wet temple.

​But the peaceful moment didn’t last long.

As I leaned back to rinse the soap from my hands, Alaric suddenly reached past me. Before I even realized what he was doing, he grabbed the bottle of body wash.

With a quick, mischievous smirk, he squeezed a massive glob of the cold soap right onto the center of my chest.

​I gasped at the sudden cold, looking down in shock. "Hey! What was that for?!"

​Alaric burst into a loud, ringing laugh. "Consider it payback for ignoring my existence in the paddock!" he teased, raising the bottle as if he was going to squirt more on me.

​"Oh, you are going to regret that, Princess," I warned, a wide grin breaking across my face.

​I lunged forward to grab the bottle from his hand.

Alaric let out a loud shout of laughter, twisting away from me. We slipped against the wet floor, our hands grabbing at each other’s slick, soapy skin.

I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me to keep us both from falling. He pushed a soapy hand against my face, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

​I grabbed his wrists, pinning his arms between our chests. The sound of our shared laughter echoed loudly against the stone tiles, bouncing off the glass doors.

It was loud, joyful, and completely unrestrained. Something I had missed doing with him.

In that brief, beautiful moment, every last trace of our argument washed down the drain with the soap.

We weren’t rival drivers fighting for a championship, and we weren’t a secret hiding from the media. We were just Nico and Alaric, two fools wildly in love with each other, acting like idiots in a shower.

​Slowly, as the warm water rained down on us, washing away the suds from our skin, the laughter began to die down.

​I looked down into his eyes. The playful amusement in his gaze shifted, melting rapidly into something much more emotional.

He looked at me with such raw, unprotected affection that it made my heart ache all over again.

​I didn’t want to play anymore. I just wanted him.

​I released his wrists and wrapped my arms firmly around his lower back.

Without breaking eye contact, I stepped forward, walking him backwards until his bare back hit the cold, wet tiles of the shower wall.

The sudden impact made him let out a soft, breathy sound, and his hands immediately went up to grip my shoulders for balance.

​"Nico..." he breathed out, his chest rising and falling heavily against mine.

​"I love you," I stated firmly, staring at his lips. "I love you so much, Alaric. Don’t you ever doubt that again."

​"I know," he whispered back, his fingers digging into my wet skin. "I love you too and I don’t want us to fight anymore.’’

I kissed the side of his mouth and leaned in even closer. ’’I am dying to take you right here, right now.’’

’’Then stop talking and take me.’’

​That was all the permission I needed.

I crashed my lips down onto his. This kiss was completely different from the one on the couch.

It was a possessive kiss.

I pressed my entire body weight against him, trapping him perfectly between the cold tiles and my own burning skin.

​He opened his mouth for me willingly, letting me take total control.

My tongue swept inside, tasting the hot, slick warmth of his mouth. The water continued to pour over us, matting our hair and blinding us, but I didn’t care.

I wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him even closer and bit down gently on his lower lip, pulling on it until he let out a loud, helpless moan that was swallowed by the roar of the shower.

​My hands roamed frantically over his wet, slippery body. I traced the hard lines of his abs, the curve of his waist, and the broad muscles of his back.

Every place I touched, his skin burned like fire beneath my fingertips.

He wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, pulling himself up onto his toes to get even closer to me, his hips rocking unconsciously against mine.

We were both fully aroused, pressing tight against each other, the slippery soap and hot water making every single movement feel electric.

He broke the kiss just long enough to throw his head back, giving me full access to his neck.

I took it immediately, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jawline before sucking a dark, heavy mark into the sensitive skin of his collarbone.

​Alaric let out a beautiful, broken gasp, his hands tangling tightly in my wet hair, anchoring me to him. "Please, Nico," he panted, his voice completely wrecked by desire. "Please, I need you. Right now."

I pulled away from his neck, faced him for a moment and then slid down grabbing his hardened cock and then took his length into my mouth.