Moonlit Reflections
Pairing: Jules Bianchi/Charles Pic
Rating: black flag.
Summary: Skinny dipping after Monaco 2013.
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"Well, that was shit." Someone says behind him, and Charles looks round quickly, guesses at who it is easily and sighs, turns back round to stare out at the sea, watching the lights of the city above them.
"At least you managed more of the race than I did."
"There is that, I mean, my car didn't set on fire." Jules points out, sits down next to him on the edge of the pool, deserted when there's parties to go to, wins to celebrate. That's why Charles had decided to be here in the first place, sitting with his feet dangling in the warm water, occasionally kicking them because its fun, being childish once in a while. It's quiet, a nice place to sit and think. Jules takes his shoes off, dips his feet in too and giggles, splashes them and listens to the little waves slap off the side of the pool
"There is that." Charles admits, looks down at his feet in the darkness. They look almost ghostly, under the moonlight. "Why did you have to retire?"
"Front brake disc went. Bit less spectacular than setting on fire."
"I was just glad you were okay after Max hit Pastor." Charles admits, glances over at Jules and admires him in the moonlight.
"Me too." Jules admits. "That was pretty scary."
"Today in general was, I think." Charles concludes, leans back on his hands and stares up at the sky, misses Jules turning from staring at the city to stare at him, smiling at what he sees. He nudges Charles' foot with his own, and then tugs at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
"Come on." He grins, scrabbles to his feet and pulls his shorts down too, boxers fluttering to the tiles after and then he bombs in, splashing water all over Charles. He shakes his head once he surfaces, laughing. Charles scowls, laughs as Jules swims back over to him, lazy breaststroke until he reaches the side of the pool, clings on either side of Charles' legs and rests his chin on Charles' knees.
"My shorts are wet now."
"Are they?" Jules raises an eyebrow, moves a hand from the edge of the pool to rest on Charles' thigh, entirely too close to where Charles wants it to be, to where his shorts are becoming wet through no fault of the pool water. "I wonder why that is."
"Jules!" Charles protests, as damp fingers make their way underneath his t-shirt, trailing across his stomach.
"Stop protesting." Jules murmurs, uses the strength of his upper body to push himself upwards, catch Charles' mouth in a brief kiss. "Come on. The water's lovely." He pushes off the side, floats on his back towards the centre of the pool.
He looks even more beautiful in the moonlight, pale skin turned even paler, limbs spread wide, entirely on display, and he knows it. Charles laughs, hands already pulling his t-shirt up over his head, wriggles out of his shorts and boxers and slides in, swims over to Jules, slowly so to not to disturb the peace, odd when you consider how busy Monaco is, but the pool is quiet, blissfully so, and Charles likes this, how naughty it feels, entirely nude, aware that they're not really supposed to be here, that they could be walked in on at any moment. He nudges Jules' ankle with his hand, tugging it gently as Jules flails with the movement, arms splashing water into his face. He splutters when he returns to treading water, splashes Charles too and grins cheekily, and starts a water fight that has them splashing around in the shallows, laughing as they mess around.
They stop some five minutes later, giggling, pressed together and this is more than nice, Charles decides, because he likes showering with Jules, and this is better, because it's wet bodies clinging to each other, floating weightlessly and even if he can't really get a proper foothold to move their bodies together, it's still better because he's not likely to nearly knock himself out by whacking his head on the wall. (And that had been a mood killer, no doubts about it.)
This though, this is the opposite. This is incredibly arousing, and though he's been half-hard ever since Jules stripped off, he feels his cock harden fully, rubbing against Jules' hip as they clutch each other. Jules nudges them over to the side, pins Charles against the side of the pool, presses their bodies together and kisses him.
The quiet of the pool must sink in, because its the first time that they've not just gone straight to the fucking, rough and desperate and almost vicious. Charles tangles his fingers in Jules' hair, but doesn't pull like he usually does, merely uses his grip to move their mouths to the perfect angle, and they just kiss, mouths moving against each other, one hand moving over the other's body, sliding down slick, wet skin, Jules encouraging Charles' legs to settle around his waist. They break apart then, Charles shifting his grip from Jules' hair to the edge of the pool, leaning back and gasping for breath, staring up at the sky, though he can barely see any stars because of the lights from the surrounding city. Jules ducks his head, licks the taste of chlorine from his collarbones, biting down gently as Charles shudders, moans, tightens his legs around Jules' waist to pull him closer, rubbing his cock against Jules' stomach, feeling Jules' against his arse.
And then they fall back into old habits, Jules nudging Charles back a bit so he can grasp their cocks in one hand, jerking them together, enjoying the water making them feel weightless because it means he doesn't need to concern much of his brain with keeping them both upright and pressed together, can focus entirely on Charles as the younger man shudders, hips moving into Jules' hand, moaning quietly, lips parted, fingers scrabbling at the tiles. But it's slow, Jules' fingers playing over the particularly sensitive spots on Charles cock, leaving both of their cocks to tug at Charles' balls, teeth tugging on a pink nipple. He looks particularly pretty under the moonlight, skin glowing, every drop of water on his torso highlighted. He looks even prettier when he lifts his head to stare at Jules, eyes half-open, before he cries out, gasping Jules' name, his cock twitching in Jules' hand as he comes. He shudders as Jules jerks him through his orgasm, eyes sliding closed, and it takes him some effort to pull himself forwards, pull Jules close so he can press his face to Jules' shoulder, breath cool against the damp skin.
Jules pushes him back against the side of the pool, swallows the gasp Charles makes at having his back rammed against the edge with a kiss and ruts up against his softening cock and the little overwhelmed whimpers Charles makes are more than enough to topple him over the edge.
"My back." Charles whines, when they've separated, flopping back into the water to wash the sheen of sweat from their bodies, both of them shivering with the difference between their overheated skin and the cool water.
"Sorry." Jules grins, watching Charles close his eyes, floating on his back. He dives under the water silently, pulling him under and emerging laughing as Charles splutters. Revenge for earlier, he claims as Charles tries to dunk him again in return. "We should probably go before someone finds us." He sighs, some time later, floating as Charles does slow laps around him, occasionally trailing a hand across his skin.
"I like it here though." Charles says, but follows Jules as he swims over to their crumpled clothes, pulling himself out of the pool. He admires Jules' body now he can see it properly, as Jules shakes himself to get off as much of the water as he can.
"Yes, but we aren't supposed to be here." Jules points out. Charles laughs, begins to get dressed again, grimaces as he has to pull his clothes on over his damp body, the fabric clinging to him.
"No. But I know where I'm supposed to be. And I suppose nobody would now if you were also there."
"And where would that be?" Jules asks, head popping out from the neck of his t-shirt.
"My hotel room?"
"I like your thinking." Jules smirks, and leads the way out of the pool and back to Charles' hotel.
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Rating: black flag.
Summary: Skinny dipping after Monaco 2013.
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"Well, that was shit." Someone says behind him, and Charles looks round quickly, guesses at who it is easily and sighs, turns back round to stare out at the sea, watching the lights of the city above them.
"At least you managed more of the race than I did."
"There is that, I mean, my car didn't set on fire." Jules points out, sits down next to him on the edge of the pool, deserted when there's parties to go to, wins to celebrate. That's why Charles had decided to be here in the first place, sitting with his feet dangling in the warm water, occasionally kicking them because its fun, being childish once in a while. It's quiet, a nice place to sit and think. Jules takes his shoes off, dips his feet in too and giggles, splashes them and listens to the little waves slap off the side of the pool
"There is that." Charles admits, looks down at his feet in the darkness. They look almost ghostly, under the moonlight. "Why did you have to retire?"
"Front brake disc went. Bit less spectacular than setting on fire."
"I was just glad you were okay after Max hit Pastor." Charles admits, glances over at Jules and admires him in the moonlight.
"Me too." Jules admits. "That was pretty scary."
"Today in general was, I think." Charles concludes, leans back on his hands and stares up at the sky, misses Jules turning from staring at the city to stare at him, smiling at what he sees. He nudges Charles' foot with his own, and then tugs at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
"Come on." He grins, scrabbles to his feet and pulls his shorts down too, boxers fluttering to the tiles after and then he bombs in, splashing water all over Charles. He shakes his head once he surfaces, laughing. Charles scowls, laughs as Jules swims back over to him, lazy breaststroke until he reaches the side of the pool, clings on either side of Charles' legs and rests his chin on Charles' knees.
"My shorts are wet now."
"Are they?" Jules raises an eyebrow, moves a hand from the edge of the pool to rest on Charles' thigh, entirely too close to where Charles wants it to be, to where his shorts are becoming wet through no fault of the pool water. "I wonder why that is."
"Jules!" Charles protests, as damp fingers make their way underneath his t-shirt, trailing across his stomach.
"Stop protesting." Jules murmurs, uses the strength of his upper body to push himself upwards, catch Charles' mouth in a brief kiss. "Come on. The water's lovely." He pushes off the side, floats on his back towards the centre of the pool.
He looks even more beautiful in the moonlight, pale skin turned even paler, limbs spread wide, entirely on display, and he knows it. Charles laughs, hands already pulling his t-shirt up over his head, wriggles out of his shorts and boxers and slides in, swims over to Jules, slowly so to not to disturb the peace, odd when you consider how busy Monaco is, but the pool is quiet, blissfully so, and Charles likes this, how naughty it feels, entirely nude, aware that they're not really supposed to be here, that they could be walked in on at any moment. He nudges Jules' ankle with his hand, tugging it gently as Jules flails with the movement, arms splashing water into his face. He splutters when he returns to treading water, splashes Charles too and grins cheekily, and starts a water fight that has them splashing around in the shallows, laughing as they mess around.
They stop some five minutes later, giggling, pressed together and this is more than nice, Charles decides, because he likes showering with Jules, and this is better, because it's wet bodies clinging to each other, floating weightlessly and even if he can't really get a proper foothold to move their bodies together, it's still better because he's not likely to nearly knock himself out by whacking his head on the wall. (And that had been a mood killer, no doubts about it.)
This though, this is the opposite. This is incredibly arousing, and though he's been half-hard ever since Jules stripped off, he feels his cock harden fully, rubbing against Jules' hip as they clutch each other. Jules nudges them over to the side, pins Charles against the side of the pool, presses their bodies together and kisses him.
The quiet of the pool must sink in, because its the first time that they've not just gone straight to the fucking, rough and desperate and almost vicious. Charles tangles his fingers in Jules' hair, but doesn't pull like he usually does, merely uses his grip to move their mouths to the perfect angle, and they just kiss, mouths moving against each other, one hand moving over the other's body, sliding down slick, wet skin, Jules encouraging Charles' legs to settle around his waist. They break apart then, Charles shifting his grip from Jules' hair to the edge of the pool, leaning back and gasping for breath, staring up at the sky, though he can barely see any stars because of the lights from the surrounding city. Jules ducks his head, licks the taste of chlorine from his collarbones, biting down gently as Charles shudders, moans, tightens his legs around Jules' waist to pull him closer, rubbing his cock against Jules' stomach, feeling Jules' against his arse.
And then they fall back into old habits, Jules nudging Charles back a bit so he can grasp their cocks in one hand, jerking them together, enjoying the water making them feel weightless because it means he doesn't need to concern much of his brain with keeping them both upright and pressed together, can focus entirely on Charles as the younger man shudders, hips moving into Jules' hand, moaning quietly, lips parted, fingers scrabbling at the tiles. But it's slow, Jules' fingers playing over the particularly sensitive spots on Charles cock, leaving both of their cocks to tug at Charles' balls, teeth tugging on a pink nipple. He looks particularly pretty under the moonlight, skin glowing, every drop of water on his torso highlighted. He looks even prettier when he lifts his head to stare at Jules, eyes half-open, before he cries out, gasping Jules' name, his cock twitching in Jules' hand as he comes. He shudders as Jules jerks him through his orgasm, eyes sliding closed, and it takes him some effort to pull himself forwards, pull Jules close so he can press his face to Jules' shoulder, breath cool against the damp skin.
Jules pushes him back against the side of the pool, swallows the gasp Charles makes at having his back rammed against the edge with a kiss and ruts up against his softening cock and the little overwhelmed whimpers Charles makes are more than enough to topple him over the edge.
"My back." Charles whines, when they've separated, flopping back into the water to wash the sheen of sweat from their bodies, both of them shivering with the difference between their overheated skin and the cool water.
"Sorry." Jules grins, watching Charles close his eyes, floating on his back. He dives under the water silently, pulling him under and emerging laughing as Charles splutters. Revenge for earlier, he claims as Charles tries to dunk him again in return. "We should probably go before someone finds us." He sighs, some time later, floating as Charles does slow laps around him, occasionally trailing a hand across his skin.
"I like it here though." Charles says, but follows Jules as he swims over to their crumpled clothes, pulling himself out of the pool. He admires Jules' body now he can see it properly, as Jules shakes himself to get off as much of the water as he can.
"Yes, but we aren't supposed to be here." Jules points out. Charles laughs, begins to get dressed again, grimaces as he has to pull his clothes on over his damp body, the fabric clinging to him.
"No. But I know where I'm supposed to be. And I suppose nobody would now if you were also there."
"And where would that be?" Jules asks, head popping out from the neck of his t-shirt.
"My hotel room?"
"I like your thinking." Jules smirks, and leads the way out of the pool and back to Charles' hotel.
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