*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—chapter eleven: i could lie, say i like it like that

NICO WISHES LEWIS MOVED TO MONACO. That way, he would be closer to him and Poe. He hates that Lewis lives all the way in England. The Brit always joked it was a sign from the universe, that no matter what, Nico and Poe would always be together. Nico never liked that joke, because that meant that Lewis was excluded. But he knew exactly what Lewis had been implying when he said that.

And that's how Nico and Poe find themselves in this current situation: locked away in the confines of Nico's bedroom of the Rosberg's flat in Monaco. It used to be just sneaking gentle kisses here and there whenever no one was looking, then it eventually escalated into what happened in Greece with the love bites and hands roaming bodies, and now this.

They had just gotten back from a party that Vivian had invited them to. Stumbling through the apartment, Nico is holding onto Poe, trying to keep him from bumping into the walls. A series of giggles keep leaving his lips whenever the blond spins him around so his shoulders don't brush against the smooth surface of the paint covering the walls. He's not drunk. Neither of them are. And thank God, Keke isn't home right now. Nico's certain he'd be in trouble for having his boyfriend over unannounced. Sina knew, but she didn't mind. Honestly, she always thought they were cute together, so years ago, when Nico came home one day and told her about his crush on the brunet and how they kissed for the first time, she was happy that her son was happy.

"You're terrible at this, you know," Nico says quietly, opening the door to his bedroom as he leads Poe inside. He closes the door behind him and locks it as Poe stands idly just a few feet away from the door, hands behind his back as he watches him.

"At what, mon amour?" Poe questions, and Nico backs away from the door to turn around and face him.

"Remaining silent," Nico answers, gently shoving his shoulder. "If my dad was home, I'd think he'd kill us both if he found out you were here without permission."

"But, he's not, and your mum doesn't care that I'm here," Poe interrupts him, shrugging it off like it's nothing.

"Yeah, well, my mother isn't my father, so..." the blond trails off, glancing up to properly meet his gaze. Poe's green eyes are staring right back into his blue. Nico's eyes trail down to Poe's jawline and chin, noticing the light bit of stubble there. He knows the Monégasque had been trying to grow his facial hair for a bit now, and so far, this is what he's got. Nico wonders what it would be like to have that rough texture scraping against the softness and smoothness of his skin.

When he looks back up to meet Poe's eyes, he can see that there's a mix of lust, want, hunger, and greed. It's all the same thing. And it's an all-too-familiar look. Nico's no stranger to it.

But before Nico even has a chance to start anything, Poe's already making the first move. He wraps an arm around Nico's waist, pulling the blond closer to him as he leans down and kisses him.

A breathy laugh leaves Nico's lips as he lets him kiss him. He leans his head back, exposing his neck to him, and Poe places kisses there and along his jaw, before returning to his neck and sucking at the skin there.

There's something that feels so electrifying about it. Each time Poe kisses him, it's like a shockwave ripples through his body, making goosebumps form along his skin, and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. It's addictive, this rush, nothing like the adrenaline that courses through his veins when he's out on the track. This is different in so many ways. Nico's not sure he could even list all of the differences if he tried.

Nico pulls back slightly and a pout forms on Poe's face. "Sorry," the blond says through a chuckle. "I just think we should move to the bed. It's more comfortable, no?"

"Yeah, that'd be better, mon chéri."

"Use pet names with me one more time and I'll faint."

"You'd be fainting in my arms, though," Poe says with a grin.

Nico rolls his eyes and shoves him again. "Fuck you."

"Yeah?" Poe's grin morphs into a smirk. "I don't think it would be a good idea to do that in your house while your mum's home."

"Poe!" Nico places his hands over Poe's mouth and forces him back against the wall. "Shut up. You know I don't mean it like that."

Poe pries his hands away from his mouth. "I'm kidding."

"Uh-huh, sure," Nico sighs and crosses his arms.

Poe winks at him before moving away from the wall and heading over to the bed. He sits cross-legged and looks up at Nico expectantly as he pats his lap.

"Really?" Nico groans, but heads over there anyway. He gets on his bed and climbs into Poe's lap, straddling him.

Poe kisses all over him again—along his collarbones, his neck, his jaw, his lips. Nico moans into the kiss as he puts his arms around Poe's shoulders and leans forward, resting their foreheads together. Poe slides his hand beneath the hem of the blond's shirt. As soon his fingers come in contact with his skin, Nico gasps. His fingers are cold against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. Nico shifts slightly as a shiver runs down his spine.

"Don't squirm," Poe says, grabbing him by his waist to keep him still. His fingers dig into his hipbones and Nico stops moving immediately. He'll probably have bruises from that later, but that isn't a concern right now.

This time Nico kisses Poe, and he grabs his bottom lip between his teeth, gently. He doesn't want to bite it and end up drawing blood, which he knows for a fact Poe wouldn't care.

He lets go and pulls away for a moment, looking at Poe in the eyes again. And once again, he's staring right back. A smile creeps up on the brunet's face as he brushes a few strands of hair out of Nico's face.

"If I could spend forever with you, I would," he whispers, his breath tickling Nico's face. He cups his boyfriend's face in his hands and caresses his cheeks with his thumbs.

"We can," Nico replies softly, resting his head in Poe's shoulder as he reaches up to mess with his hair. "We still have plenty of time—"

"No, we can't and we don't, actually." Poe reaches up to grab his hand and pull it away. The strands of hair Nico had been wrapping around his finger unravel. "I'm going away for uni starting next week."

"What?" Nico leans back and stares at him, a hurt expression on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I would've told you sooner, but I didn't want to ruin your mood." He admits, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. "I didn't want you knowing in case it caused you to do badly in your karting races. I didn't want it to be a worry for you. I want to see you and Lewis succeed, I want to see you two move up and into the Formula series, become some of the greatest drivers of all time. I want that for you, you want that, and I didn't want to ruin your chances of getting there if I said anything."

"Poe..." Nico's voice wavers as he grips onto Poe's shirt tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."

"I know." Poe whispers, resting his forehead against Nico's. "I'm sorry."

author's note
staring at random pictures
on pinterest is giving me
motivation to write

10.10.24