Saying that you have a crush on Pierre Gasly would be mild comparing it to the actual situation.
You could just survive your existence just by looking at him, let's be honest, he's a piece of art. That's why this weekend have been so hard for you.
It all started on Tuesday when Red Bull and Alpha Tauri started with their pre-race weekend activities between both teams.
They made the drivers wear lederhosen and when Pierre got shirtless in front of you is when everything started to go downhill.
He caught you staring at him while he was getting his shirt on and when you looked up he gave you a smirk.
Since that instance Pierre started getting shirtless every ocasion he had whenever you were around.
The first few times you thought it was just a coincidence, I mean, he's not George Russell tipe of 'I hate wearing t-shirts' but seeing him shirtless wasn't nothing new.
While the weekend keep going on, you noticed that he keep glancing at you whenever he took his shirt off and you knew that the man wasn't up for nothing good.
By the time the race was coming closer you couldn't stand it anymore and you decided to do something about it and confront him.
You caught him walking down one of the corridors, grabbed him by his wirst and pushed him inside of a room losing the door with the both of you inside.
"Quit whatever you are doing"
"I'm not doing anything" he said smiling, that bastard.
"Then why are you getting shirtless whenever I'm near?"
"Coincidences happen"
"Ten times?"
"I guess" he said shrugging his soulders
"Yeah and pigs fly"
"If you put them inside of an airplane"
"Pierre, shut up, why you keep getting shirtless?"
"I think we both know why" he said smirking while he pushed you against the door.
Now it was your time to act dumb.
"I have no idea"
"Are you sure?" he said putting his hand on your neck.
You could not think of a answer having him so close to you and he keep talking.
"I have seen how you look at me whenever I take my shirt off" ha said putting the other hand on your waist getting closer to you.
"You look really cute when I catch you all the time and it turns me on" he whispered on your ear.
He stopped teasing you and gave you a kiss. You grabbed his neck to kiss him more deeply and suddenly you heard a knock on the door.
"Pierre? Are you there? You need to go to the grid, the drivers parade is going to start"
"I guess we will have to continue with this another time" he said kissing you softly.
He opened the door and left you there thinking of what just happened. If the whole weekend seemed long, the race was going to look like a century.
I'm not going to write a smut part of this, I have no talent for that, so I hope you don't hate me because of it.
English isn't my first language so there may be grammar mistakes.
You can make all the requests you want and I hope I can write them all.
