High Gear Rivalry

Chapter 10: The Tease of Desire

Oscar's POV

Monza is electric as always, the roar of the engines echoing through the iconic circuit. The Italian fans are in full swing, and the atmosphere is charged with anticipation. But amid the excitement, I'm fixated on the subtle game I've been playing with Lando.

We're in the paddock, and I spot Lando taking a moment to himself near the team's motorhome. He's trying to stay focused, but I can see the tension in his posture. This is the perfect opportunity.

I approach him casually, my movements deliberate as I slide in close. His back is to me, and I let my hand rest gently on his lower back, the touch barely more than a whisper against his skin.

Lando's POV

Monza is a whirlwind of energy, but my thoughts keep circling back to Oscar. The way he's been teasing me has me on edge, and it's hard to focus on anything else. I'm trying to stay composed, but every brush of his touch sends my mind racing.

I'm leaning against the side of the motorhome, trying to get a moment of peace. Then I feel his hand on my back. It's a light, almost insistent touch, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I tense up, trying to maintain my focus on the task at hand.

When I turn to see Oscar, he's standing there with a smirk that tells me he knows exactly what he's doing. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can't help but feel a mix of frustration and desire.

Oscar's POV

I can see the effect my touch is having on Lando. His body tenses, his breath hitches—it's exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I lean in slightly, my voice low and teasing.

"You seem a bit distracted," I say, letting my hand slide up his back, just enough to make him squirm. "Need some help focusing?"

Lando tries to mask his reaction, but the way he's gripping the edge of the motorhome gives him away. I can see the internal battle he's fighting, and it only makes me want to push him further.

He looks at me with a mixture of defiance and desire. "This isn't the place for your games, Oscar."

I chuckle softly, my fingers tracing a light path along his back. "Oh, but it's so much fun," I say, my tone dripping with amusement. "Besides, it's not like you're not enjoying it."

Lando's POV

Oscar's touch is maddening. Each light graze of his fingers sends waves of unwanted pleasure through me. I'm trying to keep my cool, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

"You're impossible," I say, my voice strained as I try to push him away. "Why do you always have to do this?"

Oscar's smirk only grows. "Because I like watching you struggle," he replies, his fingers moving up to my shoulders. "It's entertaining."

He's close enough that I can feel his breath on my neck, and it's driving me crazy. I'm caught between wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue. The mixed emotions are overwhelming.

Oscar's POV

I relish in the way Lando's body reacts to my touch. It's clear that he's both frustrated and aroused, and it's a heady mix that makes the game all the more enjoyable.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "I think you like this more than you're letting on," I whisper, my voice low and teasing. "You're just too stubborn to admit it."

Lando's reaction is immediate. He shivers, his body pressing closer to mine despite his attempts to pull away. The way he's responding is intoxicating, and I can't resist pushing him just a bit further.

I let my fingers trail down his arms, applying just enough pressure to keep him on edge. "Admit it," I say softly, "you're enjoying every second."

Lando's POV

Oscar's teasing is relentless. I'm caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to give in to the sensations he's creating. It's a battle I'm losing, and I know it.

"Stop," I manage to say, but my voice is barely a whisper. I'm desperate for him to either continue or stop entirely, but the uncertainty is driving me mad.

Oscar chuckles softly, his fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "I don't think you really want me to stop," he says, his voice filled with a knowing edge. "You're just too proud to admit it."

As I struggle to maintain my composure, I can't deny that he's right. The way he's touching me, the way he's making me feel—it's impossible to ignore.

Oscar's POV

I finally pull back, letting my hand drop away from Lando's body. His breath is ragged, and the tension between us is almost unbearable. I look at him with a mix of satisfaction and promise.

"This isn't over," I say softly, my voice filled with a hint of menace. "There's more where that came from."

I leave him standing there, still reeling from our encounter, and head back to the main area. The game is far from over, and I'm eager to see where it will lead next.