Formula 1 One-Shots (I)

Arthur Leclerc-Lovers

"Do you want to talk about it?" asks Arthur as I calm down completely, intertwining our fingers.

"I can't even remember the dream." I say with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Do you want a hot chocolate?" he asks after a moment of silence, making me smile. Whenever I stayed with Arthur as a child, Pascale made us hot chocolate and we still like to carry out this tradition.

Together we sneak down into the kitchen, put some milk on the stove and put cocoa and chocolate ready. I sit on the counter and watch Arthur stir the milk.

"Arthur?" I address in the older ones at some point.
"Mhm?"he says but doesn't turn to me.

"I like you." I say and tell him something that has been on my heart for a long time. Now Arthur turns his head to me and starts laughing quietly.

"I hope so, after all, I'll make you cocoa in the middle of the night." He grins, but obviously didn't understand what I wanted to tell him.

"No, I really like you. More than good for a best friend." I mean and I hope he has now understood what I want to say to him. There is also the fear that he is not feeling the same and that I am ruining our friendship.

Surprised, Arthur turns to me and looks at me with big eyes.
"Really?" he asks, and I can't really interpret his reaction, so I row back.

"I... it's okay if you don't feel that way. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." Ashamed, I sink my gaze, but lift it again when Arthur stands between my legs and looks lovingly in my eyes.

"I'm glad you finally told me that. I like you for a really long time and I was just too scared to say something to you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.'

Now I look at him with big eyes and can't believe what he just said. Arthur laughs quietly at my surprise and nuzzles his nose against mine. Then he raises his hands, puts them on my cheeks and pulls me up for a gentle kiss.

With a quiet sigh I respond to this tenderness and can feel goosebumps spread over my body. My fingers get lost in Arthur's hair and so I draw him even closer to me.

His tongue gently swipes over my lips, which I open a little bit and let him deepen the kiss. From Arthur's throat comes a little groan as I wrap my legs around his body and pull him even closer to me.

Just as I want to let my fingers wander deeper, an unpleasant smell penetrates my nose.

"The milk!" I say, terrified, as soon as I have separated from Arthur. He's trying to save something, but our midnight snack is on burned.

"Should I make it again?" he asks, as he lets water run into the pot. I put myself behind him and put my arms around his body. I lay my head between his shoulder blades and shake it lightly.

"Okay. " Is Arthur's simple answer. The next moment he surprisingly lifts me up on his arms and I have trouble suppressing a frightened scream, because I don't want to wake anyone up.

A broad grin has formed on Arthur's lips and shortly afterwards he throws me on his bed and follows me there.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks as he leans over me. I giggled at him and muttered, "You can kiss me whenever you want."

Our lips meet again and, as in the kitchen, I feel addicted to this kind of touch. My fingers wander over Arthur's chest, causing his throat to let out little sounds again

Our sweet kiss quickly becomes more heated and tastes like more than just the initial tenderness. Arthur's hands wander under my shirt and carefully swipe higher and don't stop until they reach my chest.

First, he lets his fingertips slide over the fabric of my bra, then his fingers sneak underneath, and he lets them carefully wander over my already aroused nipples.

A slight whimper comes over my lips and I also let my hand wander over his body. First down on his body and then back up under his T-shirt. Arthur trembles a little under my touches, sits up a little, pulls his top over his head and bends over me again.

"May I?" he asks, lifting the fabric of my top a little. A nod is enough and I'm lying upper body-free under the older one, because I took off my bra right away.

Arthur gives me a gentle kiss on my lips, then he lets her wander down my cheek and on my neck. Under my ear, he gently sucks on the delicate skin and carefully nibbles on it.

The goosebumps that spread on my body makes me tremble a little, Arthur throws me a secure look before he lets his mouth wander deeper. He stops again, this time on my collarbone and gives me another hickey.

Next, he kisses a trace to my breast and lets his lips carefully wander over my aroused nipples. Quietly, I whisk and reach into Arthur's hair with my one hand, while the other is slightly closing around the fabric of the duvet.

Arthur repeats this procedure again on my other breast before reaching for my waistband and looking at me insecurely.

"We don't have to go on." His voice sounds deeper than usual and, in the light, I can see his widened pupils. I don't quite trust my voice, so my next words are pretty quiet.

"But I would like to, so if you want to?" Arthur looks me in the eye and then nods, even if it spreads a little reddish color on his cheeks.

"I'll be gentle." He promises me and gently strokes over my cheek.

Again, Arthur bends over me, leads our lips together and lets his hand wander to my pants. Carefully he opens the bow on my jogging pants and pulls them down my legs. At the same moment he also got rid of his pants and is over me again at the same moment.

His erection presses slightly against my thigh and even though I'm a little nervous, I feel completely safe with Arthur.

Again, Arthur lets his hand wander down on my body, this time deeper than before. First, he strokes the inside of my thighs before pushing his hand under the last piece of fabric and touching me.

He moistens his fingers a little and then carefully swipes them over my clit. My eyes close and I lean my head a little in the neck as my hand closes around the duvet again.

For a moment Arthur pleasured me in this way, but then he lets his fingers slide a little deeper and introduces one into me first. When he realizes that I am not bothered by it, he takes a second one and starts to widen me a little bit.

In addition to this stimulation, he lets his thumb swipe over my clit again, because of this silence sound tumble over my lips. When Arthur hits my G-spot with his fingers, it's all about me and I come with a whispered "Arthur" on my lips.

Gently he helps me through the orgasm, then he reaches into the night cupboard and pulls out a condom. He strips over his erection, removes the last piece of fabric from my body and then bends over me.

"Everything good with you?" he asks lovingly and gives me a little kiss.
"Everything is perfect." I confirm and pull it up for another kiss.

Arthur lets his hand wander between our bodies and brings himself to my entrance. Carefully he pushes himself into me and wait a moment so that I can get used to the feeling. I put my hand on his belly but take it away as soon as the uneasy feeling is gone.

Slowly Arthur starts to grind into me and picks up an even rhythm. He also maintains this pace for quite a while, while soft moaning's glide over his lips again and again.

While one arm is supported next to my head, he lets his other hand wander to my breast and begins to massage it gently. His thrusts become a little more irregular, but still give me enough pleasure to bring me closer to my second orgasm.

Arthur's rhythm gets sloppy and a little faster and I can feel my muscles constantly pulling around him. Then I come to my second high and rip Arthur with me over the cliff.

Quietly wheezing, he buries his head in my neck try to calm down for a moment, then withdraws from me and disposes of the condom. Carefully, he swipes one of his shirts over my head and then pulls me into his arms.

Tired, I cuddle closer to him, put one of my legs around his hip and sigh quietly before falling asleep and not seeing the sun slowly coming out again behind the houses of the city.