Formula 1 RPS: Giancarlo Fisichella/Jarno Trulli ~ Five Sexual Kinks: Voyeurism
Title: The Challenge
Author: Steel River
Theme: Voyeurism
Rating: R/NC-17
Author's Notes: snowballing
Jarno walks into the Renault motorhome and nobody bats an eyelid. He walks past engineers deep in conversation and Flavio Briatore having his almost ritualistic daily argument with Pat Symmonds. He is just about to push open a door when he hears it. A quiet sound that he can almost convince himself was a figment of his imagination. Until he hears it again and then he changes direction slightly.
The Italian pushes down the handle on another door and pushes, surprised when he finds it is not locked. He peaked around the corner before being dragged into the room by a seemingly invisible force. The door clicked shut behind him and without thinking he turned the lock. The heat from the room soon engulfed him and transported him away from the bustle of the race track.
Jarno turned his head and that is when he saw the figure in the shower. Renault had at some point since his departure had lights added and now it was something that would put even the decadence of Red Bull Racing's shower to shame. Soft light outlined the newly acquired muscle definition, an image made more explicit by the smooth, hairless chest.
Fingers slid through dark hair and removed the last vestiges of shampoo. The Italian's body reacted to the sight before him and he wished he had chosen not to wear jeans today. As bubbles soon began to foam on the body of the man in the shower he knew exactly what was coming next.
Giancarlo's hand slid down his wet body with ease and he was oblivious to the presence of another in the room. Jarno's mouth went dry as long fingers closed around the semi-hard shaft. He was glued to the spot as his lover moved his hand in a familiar motion.
The Italian almost unbidden ran his hand over the crotch of his jeans with an action that mimicked the Roman's. He wondered if he dared undo the fastenings on his jeans but before he could complete the thought his hands were on the zip sliding it down. The relief he felt was only momentary for at that moment the older man emitted a quiet moan of pleasure barely audible over the sound of water hitting ceramic tiles.
The muscles in Giancarlo's body tensed and the Italian knew he really should leave before he got caught. Instead the Toyota driver's hand disappears inside his underwear. He closes his eyes as contact is made between his hand and aching arousal and his response is not silent. His thinks it is one of the sweetest sensations he has ever experienced.
All of a sudden he feels skin start to burn under an imagined caress. He opens his eyes and is unsurprised to see dark eyes staring right back at him. Jarno concluded months ago that there was nothing sexier than watching Giancarlo come but the man looking back at him with a sated look in his eyes made him yet again rethink his decision.
The water was shut off and then the Roman began to walk towards him. His wet body glistened and the younger man removed his hand from inside his underwear hastily. The Italian felt like he was being stalked by a powerful predator and it was only going to be a matter of time before he was devoured.
Jarno's gaze was drawn to the lips of the man opposite and the tongue that was moistening them. Then his lover was before him but instead of receiving the expected kiss damp hands pushed at his jeans.
All of a sudden Giancarlo dropped to his knees. The wetness encasing his aroused flesh challenged the Italian's ability to remain quiet. He almost gave in to the urge to moan loudly when he looked down and saw the expression on the face of the man below him. Slippery fingers pressed against his skin as they searched for just the right spot…
The intensity of his orgasm had turned Jarno's legs to jelly and he desperately tried to keep his balance. He was crushed to a firm body and any complaints he may have made regarding his clothes getting wet disappeared when he finally received the kiss he craved. The evidence of his release was pushed into his mouth and he swallowed it without objection. Giancarlo's tongue flicked against his own and he allowed himself to get lost in the sensations of the kiss.
"I thought you told me you didn't like this sort of thing," Giancarlo murmured.
"This I can handle, it's just anything else I object to."
The Roman's teeth grazed his earlobe. "I'll look forward to you reciprocating then."
Jarno could only manage a garbled sound as he tried to wrap his brain around that idea. It was going to be a very long season, he just hoped he could win a damn race soon or the Roman would be getting his way far too often. As their mouths joined in another kiss the Italian had to admit that it would certainly have advantages. Not that he would tell Giancarlo that. At least not just yet.
Author: Steel River
Theme: Voyeurism
Rating: R/NC-17
Author's Notes: snowballing
Jarno walks into the Renault motorhome and nobody bats an eyelid. He walks past engineers deep in conversation and Flavio Briatore having his almost ritualistic daily argument with Pat Symmonds. He is just about to push open a door when he hears it. A quiet sound that he can almost convince himself was a figment of his imagination. Until he hears it again and then he changes direction slightly.
The Italian pushes down the handle on another door and pushes, surprised when he finds it is not locked. He peaked around the corner before being dragged into the room by a seemingly invisible force. The door clicked shut behind him and without thinking he turned the lock. The heat from the room soon engulfed him and transported him away from the bustle of the race track.
Jarno turned his head and that is when he saw the figure in the shower. Renault had at some point since his departure had lights added and now it was something that would put even the decadence of Red Bull Racing's shower to shame. Soft light outlined the newly acquired muscle definition, an image made more explicit by the smooth, hairless chest.
Fingers slid through dark hair and removed the last vestiges of shampoo. The Italian's body reacted to the sight before him and he wished he had chosen not to wear jeans today. As bubbles soon began to foam on the body of the man in the shower he knew exactly what was coming next.
Giancarlo's hand slid down his wet body with ease and he was oblivious to the presence of another in the room. Jarno's mouth went dry as long fingers closed around the semi-hard shaft. He was glued to the spot as his lover moved his hand in a familiar motion.
The Italian almost unbidden ran his hand over the crotch of his jeans with an action that mimicked the Roman's. He wondered if he dared undo the fastenings on his jeans but before he could complete the thought his hands were on the zip sliding it down. The relief he felt was only momentary for at that moment the older man emitted a quiet moan of pleasure barely audible over the sound of water hitting ceramic tiles.
The muscles in Giancarlo's body tensed and the Italian knew he really should leave before he got caught. Instead the Toyota driver's hand disappears inside his underwear. He closes his eyes as contact is made between his hand and aching arousal and his response is not silent. His thinks it is one of the sweetest sensations he has ever experienced.
All of a sudden he feels skin start to burn under an imagined caress. He opens his eyes and is unsurprised to see dark eyes staring right back at him. Jarno concluded months ago that there was nothing sexier than watching Giancarlo come but the man looking back at him with a sated look in his eyes made him yet again rethink his decision.
The water was shut off and then the Roman began to walk towards him. His wet body glistened and the younger man removed his hand from inside his underwear hastily. The Italian felt like he was being stalked by a powerful predator and it was only going to be a matter of time before he was devoured.
Jarno's gaze was drawn to the lips of the man opposite and the tongue that was moistening them. Then his lover was before him but instead of receiving the expected kiss damp hands pushed at his jeans.
All of a sudden Giancarlo dropped to his knees. The wetness encasing his aroused flesh challenged the Italian's ability to remain quiet. He almost gave in to the urge to moan loudly when he looked down and saw the expression on the face of the man below him. Slippery fingers pressed against his skin as they searched for just the right spot…
The intensity of his orgasm had turned Jarno's legs to jelly and he desperately tried to keep his balance. He was crushed to a firm body and any complaints he may have made regarding his clothes getting wet disappeared when he finally received the kiss he craved. The evidence of his release was pushed into his mouth and he swallowed it without objection. Giancarlo's tongue flicked against his own and he allowed himself to get lost in the sensations of the kiss.
"I thought you told me you didn't like this sort of thing," Giancarlo murmured.
"This I can handle, it's just anything else I object to."
The Roman's teeth grazed his earlobe. "I'll look forward to you reciprocating then."
Jarno could only manage a garbled sound as he tried to wrap his brain around that idea. It was going to be a very long season, he just hoped he could win a damn race soon or the Roman would be getting his way far too often. As their mouths joined in another kiss the Italian had to admit that it would certainly have advantages. Not that he would tell Giancarlo that. At least not just yet.