Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Paul Aron [Accidental Picture]

A/N I havent written smut in over a year, so please be kind to me

WORDS: 3978

WARNINGS: NSFW (nudes, oral (f receiving), fingering, no protection, semi-public space I guess)
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I don't even know how I ended up being friends with Paul and Dino, but I kind of just slipped between them and couldn't get away again. Not that I want to complain, they are probably the best friends I ever had, even though they manage to go overboard sometimes when it comes to protecting me. I don't know how many times I had to pull them away from a reporter who tried to ask me sexist questions or how quickly they managed to get rid of boys in the club when I didn't want to be approached.

Of course, they still let me make my own decisions, especially with boys, but they tend to be careful, linger around to make sure they are close when something happens that I don't want to. Last night wasn't an exception with us going out to party. We decided to dress up a bit, maybe even going overboard, but from time to time we like to show off. I remember that we danced a lot, maybe a bit too close for friends, but we usually just laugh about it, when anyone asks us if we are a couple or something. Even though I can't lie, the boys are hot, I never imagined coming close to them.

If I remember correctly Paul took some pictures last night and since I need some pictures for my monthly Instagram dump, I asked him to send them over. It doesn't take him long and I start to look through them. A few of them a rather blurry, but he managed to get some good ones of the three of us. Some were illuminated by the light in the club, others a bit darker, but all light enough to see something. Well, except for the last one.

The last one is pretty dark, and I don't think too much about it, in the end, we were outside when it was dark already. I simply turn the brightness of my phone as high as possible to take a closer look at the picture, only to nearly drop my phone when I see what is really on it.

"Oh my..."

There is the silhouette of Paul, only parts of his body are visible, others are covered by the shadows. His hair is messily on his head, which is tipped backwards, showing off his broad neck. I want to stop there, but I let my eyes wander lower, let them linger on his abs which look so defined by the lighting, before they slip upwards a bit. Biting down on my lips to suppress a low moan I spot his erect nipples, just showing lightly in the dim light.

I should definitely stop now, not doing anything more, but I am weak and just let my gaze wander lower. Down the abs again, how didn't I notice before how muscular Paul is? I hesitate for a second, before letting my eyes dip below where the waistband of his boxershorts should be.

Licking my lips I can't take my eyes off the picture. There is the faint outline of Paul's cock and how he is fisting it tightly in his hand. This picture screams pure sex and I should be ashamed looking at one of my friends like this, but instead, I just feel the heat pool between my legs.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself and lock my phone, staring at the ceiling. How I am supposed to look into Paul's eyes again after seeing this picture of him? There is no way I can talk with him without flushing in a deep red tone which would be way too obvious. I should delete the picture, I decide and unlock my phone, but I can't bring myself to press the little bin button.

Instead, I open Paul and my chat again and begin to type out a message. Delete it again and write a new one, repeating that process a couple of times, before settling for one.

Could you please look over these pictures again?

Instead regret floods through my veins when I hit send, but I can't figure out what else to write him and since Paul already read the message it is too late to delete it again. There is nothing on his side before he starts typing, stopping again and then he types again, before several messages come through.