i LOVE patrick warburton but the concept of lemony as a faceless narrator… always just a little obscured… by like a well placed pole or something… it’s just fire.
Chapter 3, Title: EAT ME, DRINK ME
Series: Gabico, title pending
Author: Aleczandra (@bubreherro)
Fandom: Formula 1 rpf
Characters: Gabriel Bortoleto, Nico Hülkenberg
Relationship: Nico Hülkenberg/Gabriel Bortoleto
Rating: NC-17, lemon, lime and limonade - you know the drill
Genre: PwP (sex is the plot, with some exploration of the mind)
Words: haven’t put it in a word processor. not short?
Setting: Austria GP 2025
Status: unbeta-ed. Here for now, until it moves to ao3 (i need to review part 1 and 2 first)
Disclaimer: I've all the demons of hell in my head. My only salvation is to vent them on paper. - Marquis de Sade (Quills, 2000)
Music: From my Gabico playlist (Dark and Primal), EAT ME, DRINK ME by Marilyn Manson
Summary: It's Austria GP 2025 and Gabriel Bortoleto just got his first points in Formula 1, returns to the motorhome to celebrate with his team, and is faced with one naked Nico Hülkenberg. Well, not naked, but damn if he didn't panic and think it before he saw the towel.
Note: I chose this title for the Alice in Wonderland reference, although, at this point, I don’t know who Alice is and who the White Rabbit is. The board has changed: they are both the chaser and the one being chased. But they are most definitely both falling down the rabbit hole.
When his door unlatches again after his agent and his physio have left, Nico looks up in surprise, not expecting anyone. Finding Gabi there, he simply smiles before going back to his packing.
"Obviously, now you know what clothes are, old man." Nico grins: Gabi has emphasized ‘now’. “Couldn’t you spare a minute to put a shirt on? Some pants?"
Nico chuckles. "Thought I’d remind everyone who the good-looking one of this team is."
He can almost hear Gabi roll his eyes.
"You could have some shame."
Nico lifts his eyebrows at him, finally turning away from his backpack. "Tell me you didn’t like it."
Gabi pulls a face, crossing his arms over his chest as he rests back against the closed door. "As if."
Nico chuckles and walks toward him.
"I seem to remember a rookie rubbing himself in my discarded clothes and begging me to do things to him." He points to the spot where he stood, that time in Barcelona. "I was right there."
Gabriel refuses to look at him, but Nico can see his ears starting to redden. Adorable.
"I lost a bet."
Nico grins before coming closer and leaning into his space. "That's a far way to go for a lost bet." A whisper.
When Gabi doesn’t react, he runs his lips and stubble against the hot skin of Gabi’s neck, then licks the skin and blows on it. Finally, Gabi shudders. "Come on, I did it for your first points. Tell me you enjoyed it at least."
Gabi exhales. "It's the first time I see you naked, and you do it in front of the whole hospitality." The pretty eyebrows knit together. "Enjoy it? I panicked. I couldn’t even look at you, much less touch you."
Nico stops and frowns down, pulling back to look at him. "First time? I’ve been naked in front of you before." Nico thinks, mentally checking off on imaginary fingers. "The fitting room at F1.75, at least one ice bath in Barcelona…" he's pretty sure there is another one. "The early photoshoots when we had to use the same changing room because of a leak in the second one!"
Gabi groans and rubs at his eyes. "That-" he breathes. "Two of those times were early on, and Barcelona…" he sighed, "I made sure not to look."
It finally dawns on him: early on, Gabi hadn’t caught feelings for Nico. Not yet at least. And Barcelona… By then, Gabi clearly felt different, going by how the weekend had ended.
Nico smiles, understanding: maybe his actions had been a little shameless indeed. He pulls back. "Let me fix that."
He turns around and reaches for a clean towel in the shower, then walking deeper into the driver’s room, throws it on the bench. He slides off his civilian shirt and throws it to one side, toes off his shoes, and pulls his socks off. But before he gets to the underwear, he wraps the towel around his waist out of consideration for Gabi, and slides his briefs from under it, before tossing them aside. Once he’s done, he turns around.
Gabriel is both aggravated and blushing furiously.
"Here," he opens his arms wide. "Let’s do that again."
Slowly, Gabi steps closer, his gaze fixed on Nico’s chest. Once he stops, he reaches and trails fingertips from his collarbone down to his chest. Nico can’t help but notice how Gabi’s ears are now beet red.
"Your hair.. it’s so light, so.. not much."
Nico smiles. "Yeah, I could never grow much there."
Gabi’s smile is almost imperceptible. His fingers feather over a nipple, running calloused finger pads over it until it responds to his touch. "Do you… like nipple play?"
He smiles wider. "Not particularly. I mean, it’s fine. But I prefer sucking on my partner’s nipples." That makes Gabi flush up completely.
Gabi does that thing where he bites down on his lower lip as his fingers close-in on Nico’s navel on their way down. He teases the hairs that lead from there, eyes focused. "Not much hairs here either." He smiles. "But enough."
Nico grins. "I’m glad I pass your assessment."
Gabriel finally looks up. His eyes are dark pits already. "Shut up, old man." He removes his cap and throws it with Nico’s clothes, then does the same with his shirt and his jeans. The rest, he keeps. "Old enough to be my grandfather…"
He wraps himself around Nico, pressing their chests together, and tucks his face into the crook of Nico’s neck, inhaling deeply. "I like the cologne you wear."
Nico smiles as he wraps his arms around the narrow frame. Not tightly though, letting Gabi do as he pleases: it is his points they are celebrating after all. "Scent of grandpa. Just for you."
Gabi giggles at that. He rubs himself against him. Chest to chest. Nico can feel the hairs of his chest scratch lightly at the smooth skin, can feel the press of nipples against nipples, stomach against stomach. Soon enough, Nico has a twenty years old rubbing himself against him, from thighs to chest, bulges growing against one another through fabric. That towel is probably coming undone.
"Gabi…"
"Nico…" He’s holding onto him, tightly, lips running wild on his neck.
"Sauber towels are soft but not that soft…"
Gabi stops, seemingly realizing at once. "Take it off." His voice is strained, but he’s still aware enough.
Gabi peels back just enough to slide off his underwear and when Nico is fully naked, he wraps himself around him again, his arms around his torso and burying his face in his neck.
"We can move to the bench… or the desk. Which ever you—"
"Shut up old man."
Nico feels Gabi’s mouth on his shoulder - no teeth, thankfully, as that would be harder to explain - mouthing and licking. The rest of his body is tightly pressed against Nico’s, seeking friction and contact. Trapped between them, their erections rub close to one another. Nico can feel Gabi’s twitch against his own, and soon enough, the youngster starts thrusting against him, wet head rubbing into the fair pubic hair, the breathing in his ear accelerating.
Nico isn’t entirely sure what to do, so he simply holds him, caressing from the nape of his neck to his lower back in what he wants an encouraging touch. Before long, Gabi is rutting against him, fingers digging into the skin of his back, and mouth leaving trails of thick saliva on his skin as hips thrust against his lower stomach, until finally the thrusts turn erratic. Soon enough, his breathing catches, he groans, and comes, thick white liquid oozing into the dark blond hairs.
Nico holds Gabriel against him as the younger man catches his breath, his cheek pressed on Nico’s shoulder and his head turned away from him, the soft curls tickling his jaw.
"You’re okay there?"
Gabi nods against his shoulder and sighs softly.
"That was… unusual."
Gabriel breathes in slowly, then turns to press his face into the crook of Nico’s neck.
"You turn me on."
Nico chuckles and kisses the curve of an earshell, tightening his arms around him. "Yeah well, that, I noticed."
Gabi play punches him in the abs before finally pulling back to look up at him. "You’re still hard."
Nico lifts both eyebrows at him, then grins. "Wanna do something about it?"
Gabriel rolls his eyes. "Probably clean you off before that crusts up?”
Nico shrugs as he peels himself off to look for the discarded towel and clean Gabriel’s cum off. "Done." He pulls Gabriel closer, holding him by the waist with both hands as he grins down at him. "Now?"
Gabriel enlaces his neck, his smile playful, the post-coital haze not yet fully dissipated. "Sit on the bench?"
Nico purses his lips before letting go of him, and walks backward until his calves hit the bench, then sits on it, looking up at Gabi.
"You’re leaking." Gabi.
Nico keeps his eyes on Gabi’s, feeling the beads oozing out but refusing to look away.
"I know."
Gabi kneels on top of him, one knee on either side. Immediately, Nico’s hands reach for him, hands running up the lean thighs covered in fine, dark hair, around the swell of buttocks, and down again, appreciative.
"Where’s your lube?"
Nico grins, pulling him closer by the hips. "You seem pretty confident that I have some."
Gabi runs a hand through Nico’s hair and Nico leans into it, not breaking eye contact. "You care too much to not carry any, especially after New York."
Nico frowns at that, his fingers stretching along the soft curves of cheeks and between them. "Were you okay?"
Gabriel rolls his eyes, holding Nico’s face with both hands. "I’m young, old man, not fragile." Then soothing his words with a smile, he runs a thumb down the side of Nico’s face and across his bottom lip. "I won’t repeat myself a third time: where’s the lube?"
Nico slowly smiles. "Black pouch on the desk. It’s pretty much the only thing neither Aleks nor Raul won’t go through."
Gabi stretches to reach it, fingers going through it blindly. "Scared they find out you’re fucking on the job?"
Nico chuckles as he watches Gabi’s chest come into plain view. He trails his gaze from the delicate neck to the dark disks and licks his lips. He likes how dark they are.
"Not that anyone will believe I bagged the team’s prodigy." He reaches for one and twists it between thumb and index, then soothes it under a finger pad as he looks back up at Gabi.
Gabi mouths a playful ‘ow’, before smiling, the lines by the corners of his mouth in full shine. "Wasn’t that the point of your little display?"
Nico simply smiles before leaning in, and closing his mouth on the bruised nipple, presses the flat of his tongue against it before licking it all the way to the tip. He repeats it until he feels it harden and Gabi moaning above him. Gabi arches into Nico’s mouth, his free hand at the back of Nico’s neck for balance.
"Found it!" Then a pause as he finds something else. "Condoms?" He pulls on Nico’s hair, peeling him away from his chest to look down at him. "You’ve barebacked me the first two times and now you think of a condom?"
Nico pulls against his hold, wanting to return to the dusky disk. "No harm in being careful. Plus, it’s cleaner for the aftermath."
Gabriel shrugs as he rips two packages off and leaves them on the bench. "Whatever you want, old man."
He squeezes some lube onto his fingers somewhere behind Nico’s head and sets to prepare himself as Nico continues to kiss across his chest. His fingers join Gabi’s as his mouth travels downward as much as their positioning allows. When he adds his digit to Gabi’s two, he leans back against the backrest to take in his expression as he twists his finger and aims for his prostate.
His smile widens as he watches the sensations wash over Gabi. He wraps his fingers around Gabriel’s cock, stroking it as it swells into his hand.
"Your first F1 points…" he whispers. "I’m so proud of you, Gabriela."
Gabriel whimpers at that, looking down at him through heavy lidded eyes as he props himself on the backrest with his free hand. His tongue pokes out to lick lips, then he bites down on the bottom one.
Just barely enough to silence his moans.
Nico reaches for the package with his free hand and rips it open between his teeth, maintaining eye contact. Another silenced moan. He rolls its content over himself. "Take your fingers out."
Gabi complies around a groan and immediately enlaces Nico’s shoulders, pressing his face back into his neck. Nico slides hands under Gabi to lift him, then lowers him onto himself. He feels how he fills him up as the boy silences his moans into the skin where neck and shoulder meet. Before long, Gabi’s rocking his hips, meeting Nico’s thrusts, his breath coming in soft ragged gasps.
"Nico…" so soft Nico almost misses it. "Feels so good…"
He presses his lips into the soft, damp curls. "You feel so good, kid," he whispers back, emphasizing the 'you'.
And while he feels himself edging closer, it rapidly becomes not enough. It takes some manoeuvring, but soon enough Gabriel is on his knees on the bench, bracing himself on the backrest, as Nico stands behind him, holding onto narrow hips as he thrusts into him; the new position giving Nico an interrupted view of Gabriel’s back.
The torso is lean, long, strong, with muscle moving under tanned skin. Sun-kissed. It leads to a small waist, and then to the slight curve of hips, the span of which fits nicely into both his hands. He’d smile, if only his mouth wasn’t currently split by the pain of rapidly reaching full pleasure.
The boy is gorgeous.
Gabriel falls off the backrest, his arms giving up. His hips remain up, held by feverish need and Nico’s hands, but his face is pressed into the dark grey material of the seat in pure bliss. His back is curled to allow him to both fit in the narrow space and meet Nico’s thrusts with moves of his own. He reaches up toward his mouth, fingers curled land he bites down on knuckles to silence his moans, eyes reduced to narrow slit.
It’s beautiful. Boyish, strong, but with a faint touch of the feminine. He’s close, he knows it, and so is Gabriel. He watches as his sweat drips into the tanned skin and droplets roll down glistening skin and meet some of Gabriel’s own.
He tightens fingers on narrow hips.
He licks his lips.
He stops too suddenly, earning a whimper from below him. He has to brace himself on the backrest as he falls forward. Below him, Gabriel’s long eyebrows knit in confusion, wondering why Nico stopped.
"I did it because of Fernando."
Gabriel isn’t sure he understands anything, the blood in his ears rushing in tandem with his heart and thumping so hard it nearly drowns the world around him.
"I saw him congratulating you even before you got out of the car, and it.. did something to me. I still had the rush of adrenaline from the race…." A pause. "I saw you were parked just a few cars in front of me when I got to parc fermé and decided to come congratulate you. And then Fernando was there and.." he looks down at Gabriel, who finally opens his eyes, seemingly focusing on his words. "Couldn’t even bring myself to let go of you once you finally saw me…" he sighs. "I didn’t want you to pay attention to him."
"He’s my manager," Nico’s words finally making sense.
"I've never said I was bright."
Gabriel sighs before mustering the strength to push himself up and press himself against Nico. Immediately, Nico enlaces him with one arm, and burrows his lips into dark hair.
"And so you show up naked in hospitality?", soft, strained, still panting heavily. He turns around just enough so Nico’s lips are on his cheek.
"I wanted you to pay attention to me." The faintest brush of lips on cheek.
"I think it’s pretty obvious who I’m paying attention to, old man."
Nico gives a faint chuckle. "Fernando is older."
Gabriel laughs brightly, though his breath is shallow. "And not nearly half as hot." Gabriel chuckles, and rubs his cheek against Nico’s stubble. "Have you sincerely not noticed I have a thing for blondes with blue eyes and milky skin?"
Nico grins, tightening his arm around Gabriel. "So you’re only in for my looks?”
Gabriel grins, twisting himself to look at Nico from the corner of his eyes, a mischievous glint in the dark orbs. "Yes, obviously. Because going by your sexual exploits, I won’t be coming any time soon."
Nico chuckles and kisses his cheek fondly. "Message understood loud and clear."
He keeps him there, cheek pressed to cheek and torso plastered to back, as he resumes his thrusts and reaches around to stroke Gabriel. It doesn’t take long, the new position bringing him to the perfect angle. He runs his lips across the bones of Gabriel’s shoulders, soothing the bruises his seat has been giving him.
They come soon after, Nico first, then Gabriel onto the discarded towel. Gabriel falls forward, his forehead on his arm across the backrest, panting as he catches his breath, back moving beautifully, and Nico finally slides out of him, tugging off the filled condom.
"Fuck." Gabi.
Yes. Fuck indeed.
He discards the condom in the bin and collapses on the bench next to Gabi, his chest still heaving. He runs a hand through his damp hair. Next to him, Gabi sits back on his heels and lazily moves to rest his forehead on Nico’s shoulder, his skin covered in perspiration.
"I’m going to need another shower."
Nico chuckles. "Same."
He reaches for the now flaccid member between the warm thighs and gives it a few thugs.
Gabi looks down, but doesn’t move beyond that. "I know I’m young, but I won’t be coming a third time, old man. Not for a while."
Nico smiles. "I know. I just like holding it." Lower. "It’s pretty cute."
Gabi is shaken by a laugh, then says something in Portuguese under his breath. Nico hums his question. "You’re crazy," he translates.
Nico’s grin grows wide, then he gets up, gives a peck to the side of his head and a small tap to his buttock. "Make sure you close the door when you leave."
He grabs a fresh towel and disappears into the shower. "See you in Silverstone."
Behind him, Gabi clears his throat, but doesn’t answer him.
