Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Franco Colapinto [Stop Teasing Him]

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Snorting, I come back to the surface of the pool and glare at Franco, who just threw me into the water. He grins and hops in after me. Smiling, I sit on the edge and wait for him to surface again—sometimes he can be so childish.

Laughing, Franco emerges from the water and swims over to where I am. He wraps his arms around my calves, and his chin rests on my knee. Looking up at me, his lashes dotted with water droplets, he makes it hard for me to stay mad at him. I smile and brush my fingers through his wet hair. Franco closes his eyes, leaning his head against my touch, savoring the moment. When I withdraw my hand, his eyes open and he looks at me with a pout. I can't help but laugh at his face and gently touch his cheek with my fingertips.

"I thought you wanted to swim?" I ask, remembering that his plan was to do some laps and get a bit of training in.

"My alternatives are better right now," Franco grins, and his eyes linger on my chest.

I gasp, then can't hold back my laughter. "Idiot." I shove him away, but Franco is quick to pull me back into the water. His arms wrap around my waist as he hugs me tightly.

"But I'm your idiot," he says, delivering the most cliché line ever, but it's still the truth. Him being my idiot is one of the many reasons I love him. I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly lean in.

"I love you," I mutter, and he responds with a "Love you too" before our lips meet in a soft kiss. There's space between us at first, but the kiss deepens, and soon my skin heats up under his touch. Step by step, Franco leads me backward until we reach the edge of the pool. We don't break the kiss—not once. My fingers tangle in his hair, and his hands are firmly wrapped around my waist. Neither of us has any intention of letting go.

Suddenly, there's a splash of water, startling us, and we both burst into laughter. Tommy, my Labrador, swims in our direction, his tail wagging with happiness.

"Looks like he's jealous," Franco says, ruffling the dog's fur. "Well, that's what happens when you try to eat his owner." I laugh as it looks like Tommy is trying to drown Franco by climbing onto him.

A soft laugh escapes Franco's lips as he carefully pushes Tommy away. "Come on, let's play for a bit, then she can sunbathe or something." He talks to the dog, who barks in agreement. With a soft smile, I leave the water and sit down on one of the deck chairs. Feeling Franco's eyes on me, I roll mine. In the end, he's just the hormonal teenage boy in love.

Every so often, I glance at my two favorite people playing on the grass while the sun warms my body. I close my eyes, listening to the sounds around me, and begin to relax. Well, until I hear a rather accusing-sounding bark.

"Come and get it." Franco's laughter rings out, and I open my eyes to see him holding a stick in front of Tommy. Each time Tommy tries to grab it, Franco pulls it away, only to offer it again the next second.

I shake my head, smiling. "Hey, Colapinto!" I yell, making Franco look at me. "Stop teasing him; at some point, he'll get his revenge."

Franco just laughs, but the next second, Tommy grabs the stick. The contact makes Franco stumble, and before he can react, he falls back onto the grass while Tommy trots off to the shade, stick in mouth.

I laugh and look at Franco's dejected face. Standing up, I walk over to him, offering my hand as a gesture of kindness, but he has other plans. With a quick tug, he pulls me onto his bare chest.

"Seriously?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I like having you close to me," Franco mutters, his voice muffled by his non-existent beard, but his eyes hold a loving gaze.

"Well, then you're lucky I love being with you," I whisper, lowering my head to continue where we left off.

Franco doesn't need an invitation; his hands wander down my back, fingers slipping under my bikini. The fact that we're still outside seems to have completely slipped our minds.

But once again, we don't get much time for kissing. Tommy bolts over to us and jumps between Franco and me, knocking me off him and onto my back. Now we're both stuck here, with the panting dog between us, and we can do nothing but laugh.

"He doesn't like when we kiss," I giggle, and Franco ruffles the dog's fur.

"I'm not stealing your owner, don't worry." Tommy seems to have calmed down, as he lowers his head and decides it's time for a nap.

"Let's go inside," I propose softly, and Franco grins at me. He stands up and offers me his hand.

"Come on."

I take his hand and let him pull me into the house, leading me to the bedroom. We close the door behind us, protecting ourselves from any more dog interruptions.

"Finally, we're alone," Franco says, smiling, before lowering his head to give me a heated kiss. At last, we can fulfill the desires of our bodies.