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“What are you doing here?” asked Vale as he entered the hospital room to visit his brother. Luca had undergone an operation on his shoulder and was staying in a few days to recover.Alex Marquez blushed. “Er—well Luca is my friend, so I wanted to stop him getting bored.” He looked defiantly at the tall Italian, although because he was tall too, he was staring him straight in the eyes.“I didn’t know about this.” Vale’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, and Alex thought, a bit of jealousy.“I’m allowed to have friends,” said Luca. “Even if you don’t like their brothers.”The siblings glared at each other, then the older one relented. “Of course. Don’t leave on my account, Alex.”“I wasn’t going to.” He smiled sweetly and Vale stared at him, then coughed and turned to his brother.“So how do you feel?”Luca launched into a description of the operation and how long it would take before he could ride a bike again. He was disappointed that he’d have to wait so long and although it was unlike him to complain, he felt safe in the company of two other riders who understood how it felt to be injured and at a loose end.Alex sat listening, watching the two brothers and wondering how they could be so different. Luca looked like a model, an angel, not even real—he had a clear and direct gaze which could get right to the truth. Vale was much more rough and ready, with wilder hair and a more bubbly energy, never focusing on one thing for too long.The unlikely trio had a nice conversation for about half an hour, despite the awkward situation. They talked about what their plans were for the winter season, their training, their friends, carefully avoiding saying anything about arguments, rivalries or conspiracies.But at last Vale stood up, unable to stand being confined in such a clean, sterile, quiet place for any longer.“I’ll come back and see you tomorrow,” he said, giving his brother a gentle hug so as not to hurt him.“Think I’ll go too,” said Alex. He went to give Luca a hug too but Vale glared at him. “What’s the matter with you?” Alex asked the Italian. “He’s my friend.”Vale seemed to be having some trouble controlling himself- he was chewing his lip and frowning, and he didn’t know where to put his hands, so he folded his arms. His brother stared at him in confusion.“See you tomorrow,” he said to Luca, and shuffled out of the door.“I’ll see you soon, too.” Alex smiled at his friend, who was still looking puzzled.The young Catalan hurried down the hospital corridor, eager to get home. He soon caught up with Vale and slowed down.The Italian grabbed his arm. “Do you think he realised?”Alex grinned. “What, that I’m sleeping with the enemy? Someone old enough to be my granddad?”“Shhh! Be quiet, or the news will go round the hospital and get back to him.”Alex just kept smiling.Then Vale’s brain caught up with the conversation. “Hey! What do you mean, old enough to be your granddad? I’m not that old.”“You only just realised what I said? Oh well, at your age we shouldn’t expect fast thinking.”Vale glared at him. “Someone is in for a spanking when we get home.”“Hopefully! I’ll follow you in my car shall I? Age before beauty.” The Italian rolled his eyes. “You are skating on very thin ice, young man.”They hurried towards their cars, giggling and pushing each other on the way.
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“Look at me, I can do a handstand,” said Johann as he showed off in front of all the dancing girls at the Folies Bergère. He balanced perfectly, with no wobbling or shaking.“Very good!” said Fabio, clapping enthusiastically as the audience of dancers clapped faintly.“What can you do?” asked Johann.“Oh I can do this!” The younger Frenchman did a cartwheel, then looked to see if the female onlookers were impressed. They made various ooh and ahh noises.“I can do this though,” said Johann. He did another handstand, but this time walked on his hands as well.In return, Fabio did a one handed cartwheel, accompanied by a few ooh noises from the girls.To continue the competition, the dark haired rider walked on his hands and kicked his legs as he walked, waving his feet around in all directions.“I can beat that!” shouted Fabio, then he did a no handed cartwheel, keeping his arms well out of the way as he flipped over in the air.Johann knew his final trick was the only thing that would ensure he won this battle. He climbed up onto the stage, checked his surroundings were safe, then did a backflip off it, landing neatly on bent legs, then straightened up.There was a burst of clapping, but when he looked round, it was only the other rider clapping. The chorus girls weren’t there anymore.“Where did they go?” he asked, gesturing to the space where they’d been standing.Fabio shrugged. “Who cares? Can you show me how to do that backflip? I always wondered how you did it.” He gazed admiringly at the senior rider.“Of course!” said Johann, puffing out his chest. He’d been so happy when another Frenchman joined MotoGP, he was glad the feeling seemed to be mutual.So they spent the rest of the evening teaching each other gymnastics, uninterested in the dancing girls.
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Johann Zarco closed down his computer and set off for home. He enjoyed his job as an accountant as he could have everything exactly as he liked it with nothing out of place. As he reversed his car out of his named parking space, he congratulated himself on leaving the office on the dot of five o’clock for the twenty seventh evening in a row. He was trying to break his own record of leaving work thirty days at the correct time. A sudden bang made him jump and jam the brakes on. He peered out of the window to see a broken bicycle lying behind his car. Leaping out of the door in horror, he was shocked to see the bicycle and rider in a heap on the ground.“Oh no!” he shouted, and ran to help the young man who was lying there groaning, clutching his arm. “Are you okay, is your arm broken?”Luckily the cyclist was wearing a helmet, his head was protected and he seemed conscious and aware. Johann noticed he had a handsome, symmetrical face with dark eyes. He looked frightened though and the accountant felt a wave of protectiveness rise up.“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll take you to hospital.”“But I can’t,” said the young man, and pointed to a bag on the floor, which was open and spilling out some parcels. “I was delivering them, I was taking a short cut through your car park because they’re urgent.”“It won’t take a minute to get you to hospital.” He helped the lad to his feet and into his car, then put the twisted bike into the boot of his car.They were indeed drawing up at A & E within a few minutes and Johann helped the courier to the desk, explaining the situation. He actually felt happy at this change in his routine, and powerful due to helping the young man.He explained to the receptionist, saying, “this is Mr—?”“Fabio Quartararo,” said the cyclist.“I knocked him off his bike so I wanted you to check him over, please.”The receptionist took notes and pointed to where they were to sit down.“I’ll get in trouble,” mumbled Fabio sadly. “I had to deliver those parcels as soon as possible.”Johann had an idea. “I’ll deliver them for you! Then I’ll come back to take you home.” He felt like superman, saving someone instead of calculating figures all the time.“But—but—I can’t ask you to—”“I knocked you over so it’s the least I can do.” He was surprised at himself being so dynamic.He looked in the bag to find six parcels and drove off to the nearest address, wondering if he was actually going insane. It was five thirty, by now he was supposed to be at home cooking dinner. He always ate chicken chasseur on Wednesdays. Why had he moved so out of his usual routine? Guilt, he decided. Knocking a handsome young man off his bike was a situation where he had to break his routine.It was easier to deliver the parcels than he’d feared. He only got told off twice and as he dropped off the last one, he sighed with relief and turned back towards the hospital. He walked to A & E, but there was no sign of Fabio. Of course. He’d probably called a friend and gone home. Johann slumped in disappointment.“Hey!” called a voice, and the blond strolled over to him. He had a sling on his arm and a plaster on his forehead. “Did you get them delivered? Thanks so much, I can’t believe how kind you are!” He smiled, his face lighting up, and Johann couldn’t help smiling back.“Oh it’s nothing! I ran you over, so it’s the least I could do.” They stood smiling shyly at each other.“So we’re even now are we?” asked Fabio. “You knocked me over, then you made up for it by delivering my parcels?”“Yes.” For some reason, the accountant felt this was like an ending, and a wave of disappointment washed over him.The younger man suddenly punched him on the arm.“What are you doing?”“Now I have to make up for punching you.” Fabio smiled very sweetly. “What if I take you out for dinner?” He looked so cute that Johann’s heart fluttered.“Er—well—yes—er—yes—” he stammered.But Fabio was already heading for his car. “Come on,” he directed. “We’ll go to the beach.”Johann followed meekly but his heart was skipping.
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The first test that the Moto 3 riders had in 2020 was at Losail in February, and Jaume Masia was very excited. He bounced into the garage, eager to get started in the Leopard team. Catching sight of himself in a mirror, he laughed at his own happy face. His last team hadn’t been difficult but it was nice to have a change with a new bike, new team members and new colours.He noticed his new teammate sitting on the floor a few yards away with his head in his hands and paused, feeling worried. It was Dennis Foggia, rider number 7, who had left the VR46 Sky Racing team that year. But he didn’t look happy at all, so Jaume tiptoed over to him and crouched down.“Alright, Dennis?” he asked perkily, but gasped when the young Italian looked up with reddened eyes. “Wh—what’s wrong?”“I’m not sad, I’m happy,” whispered the Italian.Jaume sat down next to him. “Why are you crying then?”“I—I didn’t like it in VR46. I had to do what they said all the time or they bullied me.”“Bullied you?” Jaume felt anger rising up inside. “What did you have to do?”“I had to like all the same things as them, dislike the same things, look the same, act the same. I felt like a robot. Or a clone.”“What happened if you were different?”“They punished me. They chained me to a post out on the circuit overnight once, I was scared. I saw a fox walking past me, what if it had been a wolf?”“That sounds horrible!”“And we had to work hard every day, twelve hours a day, which I don’t mind, but we had to achieve a certain lap time every day, seven days a week and it went down every day. Sometimes I was too tired to do it, so were some of the others, but we were punished if we didn’t. And we weren’t allowed to be close friends, we were allocated a training partner and it always seemed to be the person I got on worst with. We had to do everything with them, we weren’t allowed to find friends naturally, and it wasn’t fun.”Jaume was horrified—his previous team hadn’t been like that at all—it had been hard work but fun and supportive, he’d enjoyed it. He was only leaving because he wanted a better bike. But poor Dennis had been traumatised. “Well that won’t happen in THIS team,” Jaume said abruptly. He helped his new teammate up off the floor and gave him a hug. “We’ll work together and beat VR46.” He was only a few months older than Dennis, but decided on the spur of the moment that he’d be the leader of the team and make the ex-academy rider happy.
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Poor Enea stumbled back to his motorhome after his appointment in the medical centre. It was hard to walk, no wonder he’d been declared unfit for the UK race. It was so frustrating! And even worse than that, his idol Luca Marini was the one who had knocked him out of the Austrian race! Luca was everything Enea wanted to be—tall, blond, handsome. The young Italian sighed and hobbled onwards.Running footsteps caught him up and he turned awkwardly to see Luca arriving next to him.“I’m so sorry Enea,” he stammered. “I just heard you'd been declared unfit for this race too! I’m so clumsy!”The shorter rider gazed at the taller one. Luca was almost glowing with healthy, handsome blondness, like Thor descending from Asgard.“It’s okay,” mumbled Enea sadly, stumbling onwards. “You better get back to your team.”“No! Where is your motorhome, I’ll help you.” Luca put his arm round his countryman’s waist, but it made Enea’s progress worse as there was such a big height difference between the two riders.They hobbled along until they got to the right trailer—Enea looked at the steep steps up to the door and sighed. But before he knew it, he’d been swept up in Luca’s arms and carried up the stairs at top speed. Of course Luca could stride up steps with no problem, he was surely superhuman.They reached the front door and Luca gently tipped Enea onto his feet, making sure he didn’t fall, and the younger rider opened the door. “Th-thank you,” he stuttered. “Good luck in the race, I’ll be cheering for you.”Luca beamed at him, Enea felt like the sun was shining directly in his face and he smiled happily back.
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After the British race, Jorge Lorenzo strode through the paddock towards his motorhome, feeling triumphant. Yes, he’d only scored 2 points this race, but he felt he was on his way back. As his body healed more and more, he could take on the other riders and climb to the top again.As he approached his front door, he noticed a slumped figure sitting on the ground nearby, in orange and navy clothes. A KTM team member. Was he drunk? He tiptoed up, not wanting to scare him.The person looked up and it was a tearstained Johann Zarco.“What is wrong?” asked Jorge, crouching down next to him. “Are you upset because you took out Oliveira? These things happen. Remember I took out all those guys at Barcelona?”“It’s not just zat.” The Frenchman sighed. “It’s everything. I can’t do anything right. I decided to leave because I can’t make ze bike work. I don’t know what’s going to ‘appen to me next year.” He gave another big sigh.“Come along,” said Jorge, helping him up. “Come and have a drink, it’s much cooler in my motorhome. It’s far too hot out here, no? This is not normal for England.”They went into Jorge’s Repsol trailer and he poured a glass of water and a glass of beer for each of them.“I sought you’d understand because you are—or you were—struggling too,” said Johann. “You are looking around at Ducati and trying to make ze ‘Onda work properly.”Jorge bristled, then relented. “You’re taking the opposite route to me. We will see which one is best.”They stared at each other for a moment.“It helps if you name your feelings,” said the Majorcan, remembering his past therapy sessions.“Okay—er—disappointed, frustrated, angry…”“Then you decide what to do about them.”“Er…disappointed. I must find something I can do well and finish, to cheer myself up. Frustrated? Ze same I guess? Angry. Find some way to release ze anger safely.”Jorge thought what a charming French accent he had. “Now decide what actions you will take. Not right now. Sometime soon, yes?”Johann stared admiringly at the five times champion. “Zat will help me, sanks. You know about people’s feelings. What about you? Did you enjoy your race?”“Yes. It was great, I scored two points, I’m back in the hunt to win the championship.” Then Jorge realised how silly that sounded. “As long as everyone else gets minus points for the rest of the year…”He looked at Johann’s confused face until the Frenchman realised it was sarcasm, and they both started giggling.
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“That man!” shouted Miguel, stamping through the paddock, forcing Dani to almost run to keep up with him.“What man?”“The Frenchman! He decides to leave KTM, then takes me out of the race! Is he trying to stop me getting his bike next year?”“No, no!” Dani puffed. “You were just unlucky, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Look at Lorenzo and Dovi taking each other out last year, that was bad luck too!”“It was not the same. I think it was deliberate this time.”“Slow down, will you?”Miguel slackened his pace a little to allow Dani to keep up, but continued complaining about Zarco. They reached his motorhome, and he stopped so suddenly that the test rider bumped into him, so he turned.“So are you glad you came to this race?” asked the Portuguese, with a half-smile. “Now I’m in such a bad mood?”“Well, you know, I didn’t have anything better to do, I thought why not come along?” Dani smiled back.Miguel let them into his motorhome and flung himself down on the sofa. Dani stood at the door watching him. “You look far too hot,” he said.“Oh do I?” The younger rider winked at him and spread his arms and legs out, his leather suit creaking. “Maybe you should help me out of my hot clothes?” He winked even more cheekily.“Certainly,” said Dani, and pounced across the room on top of him. They had a wrestling match with the KTM suit and undergarments, trying to prise Miguel out of them. When they finally succeeded, he was lying there only wearing his underpants and Dani was sitting next to him, admiring his tanned muscly chest, arms, legs…everything…Miguel waggled his eyebrows. “Now who’s looking hot?” He slid his gaze up and down the Spaniard’s body—he still looked gorgeous even though he was wearing anonymous, long, grey shorts and a cream, short sleeved shirt, as he wasn’t here in an official capacity. But Miguel saw and knew that under his clothes, he had such a compact, cute figure, perfectly proportioned, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on him.“Should I do the same, take all my clothes off? I’m not sure…” Dani pranced around the room, unbuttoning his shirt and nearly taking it off, then putting it on again. He eventually undid it all, shrugged it off and let it slip down his shoulders til it fell on the floor. Then he started undoing his shorts and looked as if he’d take them off, then turned his attention to his sandals and flicked them off, one hitting the wall, the other sliding into the kitchen. Then he turned back to his shorts, sliding them slowly down, then up, then down again, grinning wickedly and suppressing giggles.“Stop teasing me!” groaned the Portuguese rider, his underpants tenting as he lay on the sofa, eyes fixed on the undressing figure.At last he was satisfied, because Dani jumped on top of him, they were both only wearing boxers now. “I’m glad I came to this race now,” he breathed, wriggling around, his hard cock pressing against Miguel’s. “I think—”“I hope you’ll be more glad in a little while,” interrupted the younger rider, grinning, then they kissed passionately, Dani pressing him down into the sofa cushions.
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Dovi was propped up in bed in Coventry hospital, fuming to himself. Yet another stroke of bad luck—how many times had other riders taken him out of the race? He didn’t blame Quartararo, he’d been told that the Frenchman was just avoiding Rins going sideways, but why was luck always against him? He flipped through the channels on the TV, although he’d been told not to watch it for too long due to his concussion. There was nothing of interest, just stupid shows.A knock on the door made him look round, and a blond head poked round it.“Can I come in?” Fabio’s eyes were wide, uncertain what his reception would be.“Okay,” said Dovi, shrugging.“I’m so sorry you were so hurt,” said the Frenchman at once, sitting in the chair next to the bed. “I was trying to avoid Rins, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time—”“I know, okay. I know what happened, it’s alright, I don’t blame you. It’s just…” He sighed. “I’m just feeling sorry for myself—yet again I get caught up in someone else’s accident.”Fabio smiled sadly. “It is the luck of racing isn’t it. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. We both got the bad luck today.”Dovi tried to smile back but it was difficult because he was so disappointed.“How long are you in here for?”“Oh just a few hours, I hope. You?”“The same. But I thought…shall we play a game?” The younger rider produced a pack of Snap cards from his pocket and held them out.The Italian laughed in delight because they were bike themed. He took them from Fabio’s hand, and examined each classic bike card in turn.Fabio pulled the bed tray round and Dovi put the pack on it. He was well practised at playing Snap with Sara of course, and divided the cards between them.They each put a card down in turn, getting faster and faster, until Fabio exclaimed, ‘Snap!’ when he saw two Triumph Bonnevilles, and gathered the pile towards him. Dovi tutted theatrically, but quickly got lucky when he noticed matching Harley Davidsons and shouted, ‘Snap!’ a bit louder.“Snap!” shouted Fabio, seeing two Kawasakis.“Snap!” yelled Dovi, doubly excited because he’d spotted two red Ducati Monsters.“SNAP!” bellowed Fabio, matching two Suzuki Katanas.The pile of cards moved from one rider to the other and they got more and more competitive, excited, and noisy as the game continued, as neither could beat the other.Then the door opened and someone strode in.“Gentlemen,” said a stern voice. Brown eyes and blue eyes met the gaze of an irate matron. “I’m happy to see you’re enjoying yourself but please keep the noise down. Some patients are trying to sleep.”“Sorry,” they chorused, trying not to giggle.“Good.” She looked at Fabio. “And could you please go back to your room for tests at seven o’clock.” It wasn’t a question but an order.“Yes, Matron,” said the blond rider meekly.After she left, they burst into suppressed giggles, not daring to make too much noise. Then they started playing again and instead of shouting, hissed ‘Snap!’ theatrically, until they were laughing so much, they were clutching their stomachs in pain as they tried to be as quiet as possible.After a while, Dovi became tired and sat back, saying, “I’d better have a rest now, my eyes are losing focus.” He hated not winning but he did need to look after himself.“Of course,” said Fabio, sitting back too.“Thanks for cheering me up though.” The older rider smiled broadly at the younger, and patted his forearm.“You’re welcome.” Fabio patted Dovi’s hand in return. “We both had bad luck this race, but the next one will be better.”
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“Maverick!” shouted a voice as the number 12 rider walked towards his motorhome after all the qualifying and press conferences had finished. He turned to see a familiar blond figure bounding towards him with a package in his hand.“Hello?” said the Yamaha rider, remembering that before qualifying he’d stopped Luca from riding out with no knee sliders. So much had happened since then, the episode had faded in his mind.“Thanks for helping me earlier,” said the Moto2 rider, smiling shyly. “I’d have broken my knees or worse if you hadn’t.”“You’re welcome,” said Maverick. “It’s easy to forget something. But your crew should have noticed, really.”“Oh well. I guess they will next time. I mean—there won’t be a next time.”The dark haired rider noticed the other was fiddling with the parcel in his hands, so he stared at it.“Oh! This is a thank you gift. It’s for your dog, she looks so sweet on Instagram.” Luca held the present out, it was only wrapped in a paper bag.Maverick grinned broadly and took it. Peering into the bag, he saw some dog toys—one was a yellow, bone shaped chew, one a multi coloured rope tug-of-war toy and the other an orange, ridged chewy doughnut.“They’re great!” He picked up the toys and pressed them—the doughnut squeaked so loudly it made him and Luca jump.The two riders giggled and Maverick re-wrapped the toys in the bag and put them in his jacket pocket.“Thanks! She’ll love those!” He beamed up at the tall Italian, who smiled back.“No,” he said. “Thank YOU.”
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Jorge was surprised one day when he heard someone pounding on the front door of his house in Lugano. Who could it be? Most people had to get past the mechanical front gates of his estate, unless they had the pass code.So, it must be someone he knew, but they sounded angry. He cautiously went to the door and peered through the spyhole. It was Tony! What on earth was he so annoyed about? He opened the door curiously and couldn’t help himself admiring his long time friend, who was now 25, and no longer the lanky youth of six years ago. He was now a handsome young man with well-defined muscles, he’d filled out perfectly and Jorge privately thought he just got better looking every year.Anyway. The Majorcan turned his thoughts away from this—he’d had so many years of practice thinking of Tony as just a friend, no more that it was his default setting. Then he took a closer look at the Italian and saw his eyes were red rimmed…he’d seen Tony crying enough times to know the signs.“Come in,” he said quickly, drawing the visitor inside. “What’s upset you?” They were too close friends to worry about any macho pretence that they had no emotions.Tony strode into the lounge and Jorge scurried after him, very concerned now as he was pacing this way and that, looking flustered and uneasy, and not sure what to do with his hands.Jorge watched, trying to keep calm and wait for him to say what was wrong. He hoped it wasn’t a problem with his team, or his bike, or another injury…“I can’t do this anymore,” announced the Italian suddenly. “I can’t be friends with you.”Jorge’s heart sank and he felt like the air was draining out of him, like a deflating airbag. Not again. Why do all my friendships end like this? I must have done something wrong. Again. Why can’t I ever hold onto a friend? He sighed.“Oh. Well I’d like to—to keep in touch with you. Maybe we can just meet less often? Every few months instead of—of—er—every week? Just so I—I can—maybe see how your career’s going?”
Or has Tony guessed that my feelings go deeper, however hard I’ve struggled to hide them? He’s a handsome young guy and I’m nearly 40—of course he wants to cut ties with me and have young friends.
He suddenly realised Tony was staring at him as if he’d grown three heads. “What?”“No, I don’t mean that! I mean I want to see more of you, not less!” The Italian was hopping from one foot to the other. “I want to be more than friends!”Jorge stared at him, trying to process what he’d just heard. His heart began beating faster and his eyes widened as the younger rider continued:“Nelli and Fenny and even—even John and Jaume and all the others—have been telling me for months to tell you how I feel!”The Majorcan knew who Nelli, Fenny, John and Jaume were, they’d all moved together through Moto 3, Moto 2 and were now in MotoGP with Tony, but who were the others? Did they suspect how he felt about Tony? His thoughts were flying here and there trying to make sense of this.“Wh—what others?” he stammered. “Other people shouldn’t be telling you what to do.”“Oh Jorge! That’s not the point!” Tony was half-smiling, half frowning in that exasperated, fond way he did when Jorge focused on something irrelevant. “Weren’t you listening? I want to be your boyfriend and I want to know how you feel.”The retired rider felt a smile spreading across his face and a blush spreading all over him. “I’ve been wanting that too... but I’ve been thinking you don’t want an old has-been like me. You need friends and lovers your own age…so I didn’t tell you how I felt.” This sounded so easy in words but it hadn’t been. Almost as soon as Jorge had met Tony, he’d fallen for the youth with the wide, easy grin, the gangly grace of a Labrador puppy, the passion for racing which just needed to be harnessed and directed in the correct way. Jorge had been the one to find the right way to get Tony focused and working hard on his racing, instead of being distracted by unimportant concerns. And what rewards they’d reaped together. Tony had become Moto 3 champion aged 20, then Moto 2 champion aged 23, now he was in MotoGP fighting with all the riders who had moved up with him through the stages. All Jorge had to do was pretend he just wanted to be friends with him—not stare too long at him when he got out of the pool dripping wet. Not visit him too often. Not get too protective of him when he faced criticism. As long as he’d been allowed to be part of Tony’s life, that had been enough. But this new development was a shock, however pleasant.He suddenly realised he’d been staring admiringly with his mouth open, at his companion while he’d been saying something. “What?”“I said, you’re not an old has-been!” Tony was almost shouting but grinning at the same time. “I always thought I was too young for you, too immature and silly while you were more sophisticated.”Jorge couldn’t imagine why Tony had thought he was sophisticated, but before he could speak, the young Italian was hugging him.He couldn’t believe that at last he had his arms full of the man he’d wanted for so many years. “Are you sure? I’m far too old, you should be with someone younger who can go through the same life stages as you.”“Stop saying that…I don’t want younger lovers, I’ve always wanted you,” Tony whispered in his ear.Jorge felt a sudden wave of mixed emotions hit him—shock, happiness, relief, love—it was like he was being filled with warmth and it was thawing his well frozen heart. After so long bottling up all his feelings, he knew for sure at last they were reciprocated. He sagged into Tony’s arms, after all these years.
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Jorge Lorenzo called a press conference for the Thursday before the Valencia race, which was of course the final one of the season.When all riders, team members, friends and family were assembled, he began to speak. “You may wonder why I’ve called this press conference today, no?” he said. “I have some very good reasons. As you may have guessed, I'm planning to retire and Valencia will be my last race.”Loud murmurs and gasps of shock filled the room.“However that is not the only reason,” he continued. “In 2012 somebody asked me a question about whether Dani Pedrosa and I were friends. And I said that we became more and more friends over the years, and perhaps in the future we will get married.”He paused for dramatic effect and the audience shuffled in anticipation. Then Carmelo said, “we have another guest, please welcome him.” He looked across to where the slight figure of Dani crept through the door, looking nervous.Everyone turned to stare at him as he went to sit next to Jorge, who grabbed his hand, interlaced their fingers and lifted their clasped hands onto the table so everyone could see.There was a stunned silence until Jorge said: “The day has come. We did indeed become more friendly over the years and of course Dani retired last year. So we decided that after I’ve had such a bad year, I would retire this year also, and we are now going to get married. And hopefully live happily ever after.” He giggled nervously.The audience gasped.“Well this is it,” he continued. “This is my news, what do you think?”There was another pause. Then both riders and Carmelo were almost blinded by the flashes of what felt like a million cameras and phones taking pictures all at once.“Has anyone got any questions for Jorge or Dani?” asked the journalist in charge of the press conference.“Me!” shouted everyone and a forest of hands shot up.
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It was a hot, sunny, bright day, but when Maverick looked at his new bike in the driveway, it wasn't gleaming and glistening in the sunlight as he wanted, so he decided it needed a good wash. He collected the sponges, buckets and all the special equipment he needed to clean his beautiful new toy, and set it on the centre stand.As he stood there cleaning away, he was lost in a world of his own, but suddenly a voice made him jump.“Hey, nice bike!” it said.Maverick looked round to see a handsome, young, blond man wearing a blue boiler suit.“I'm your new neighbour,” he said. “I just moved in two days ago. I couldn't help seeing your bike and it looks awesome.”The dark haired biker grinned. Anyone who liked his new bike was a good person in his opinion.The two men discussed how fast the bike went and all the specifications for a while, and Maverick thought how good looking his new neighbour was. Especially in his tight boiler suit.“By the way, I'm Fabio.” said the neighbour after a while. “I forgot to introduce myself.”“I'm Maverick.” And they laughed about being typical men talking about bikes and not personal things like names.“I’ll let you get on with it, anyway,” said Fabio, walking away.Maverick got on with his cleaning, thinking how nice it was to have an interesting new neighbour. Before Fabio moved in next door, there was a family of really loud annoying children screaming all the time, so he was glad to see the back of them. However cute they could be sometimes.He spent ages on his bike, polishing everything to the highest standard. He was surprised however, when he looked up and saw Fabio walking past again. This time his boiler suit was tied around his waist showing his tanned bare muscly chest.Where's he going? Maverick wondered. He couldn't help watching and was hypnotised by the beautiful sight of the half dressed man stalking past.Fabio knew what he was doing. He intended to catch Maverick’s eye as he walked past to take some bottles to the bottle bank. He was so happy to meet such a hot new neighbour in such a boring neighbourhood, so he walked slowly past in his sexiest way, dropped off the bottles and walked back again. This time he smiled at Maverick, who dropped the sponge he was holding into a bucket of water, which splashed up, soaking the man’s t-shirt so it clung to his well-defined chest.Maverick smiled helplessly back, and Fabio was so relieved. It showed that his handsome, dark haired neighbour was definitely into him, and not just interested in talking about bikes.Now dripping wet, Maverick tried to continue cleaning his bike as he loved it so much, but he was getting so hot in the sun, and his wet t-shirt was steaming, that he decided to take it off so he’d just be wearing his shorts, which were dry-ish.He spent ages cleaning the underside of the bike, bending and stretching in all different positions. When he finally stood up, he was surprised but happy to see Fabio walking past again. This time he was wearing a tight T shirt and shorts.“Hello again,” said Maverick. He couldn't help letting his glance wander over the blond’s hot, muscly body.“Hello. You’re still cleaning away.” He smirked.“Yes it's a hard job, but somebody's got to do it.” They stood there smiling at each other for a while, not sure what to say.“So hot, isn’t it. I think I’ll join you,” said Fabio.Lots of thoughts rushed through Maverick’s mind at once—join me cleaning my bike? Join me in my garden? Join me in the dirty thoughts I’m having about you?But Fabio was slowly peeling up his t-shirt to reveal his tanned, muscly chest again. Maverick couldn’t help watching, the sponge in his hand drizzling water where he was squeezing it so tightly, and his cock hardening in his shorts.Fabio was delighted at the reaction. His hot neighbour’s eyes were almost popping out of his head, and his mouth sagging open a bit. And what was that bulge in his shorts? Surely not his wallet.“Oh—you just mean wearing shorts like me—I thought—er—” Maverick had lost the power of coherent speech and was babbling like an idiot.The blond laughed and the sound went straight to Maverick’s cock, which twitched insistently.“Come inside,” he blurted. “I mean—er—into the garden, you could help me wash the—er—thing—the—”“Your bike?” Fabio asked innocently, happy at the effect he was having on the handsome man. He opened the garden gate and strode in like a model. Maverick just stared at him like an idiot, with his mouth open.“You’ve been working so hard cleaning your bike, do you need a rest?” Fabio stood a few inches from his flustered neighbour. He ran his finger down Maverick’s chest, tracing the muscles. “Maybe you need a shower to get rid of all the dirt?”“Oh! Y—yes—er—yes!” Maverick breathed, gazing into his eyes helplessly.“Come,” Fabio breathed, giving him the best ‘I want you’ look he could.“Er—pardon?”“Come inside and show me where your shower is. I need lots of help finding it and we must get all the dirt off each other.”Maverick needed no further incentive, but grabbed Fabio’s hand and they ran into his house, leaving the bike and cleaning equipment dripping water everywhere._|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_Feel free to imagine or even write what happens in the shower now...
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“I'm so glad you're back,” said Vale, hovering at the door of the room at the back of the garage, while Jorge took his boots off. “We all missed you.” “Okay,” said Jorge. “I guess I missed you as well.”Vale stayed in the doorway, not leaving the room but not coming in. “I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened.” he blurted.“What exactly was that, then?”“Oh you know…2015.”“You mean the way you cheated on me with Marc?” It didn't really hurt anymore but Jorge wasn’t going to let Vale gloss over it and get away with not admitting it.The Italian sighed deeply. “Yes…that.”“And then on top of that you accused him and me of cheating on you.” Jorge stared right into Vale’s eyes. “That wasn't fair. You knew it was a lie but you said it anyway.”“Yes.” He looked down at the floor. “I'm sorry about that. I was just jealous.”“Jealous of what? There was nothing happening between me and him. Well, at least not then.”“What do you mean, not then?”“Well sometimes if you imagine things, they come true. Obviously after all the shit that happened in 2015, Marc and I were kind of thrown together. Everyone expected us to be doing something, so we did.”Vale gasped, his jaw dropping. “So there was cheating!”“No. There wasn't. By that time, you'd gone back to Uccio. You pushed me and Marc away and turned to him, so it was just one night for us because we were both upset, hurt, angry. But after that Marc fell in love with Dani, you had Uccio. I had no one. I went to Ducati completely heartbroken.”“I thought you and Dovi..?”“For a while…but look how wrong that went." He snorted. "I didn't realise he was spreading rumours about me behind my back, so that didn't last.” Green eyes met blue for a long time.“But you’re back now! Back at home where you belong and we can work together and put the past behind us.”“Can we?”“Yes!” Vale stepped forward eagerly, smiling. “Marc was just a distraction, you were always the one. Remember I said we were like an old couple, before all the shit happened in 2015? Marc needs a calm person like Dani, not me—”“So you’re still talking about Marc even though you’re saying I was always the one?” Jorge raised an eyebrow.“No! Damn him!” He hurried over and sat at the Majorcan’s feet, helping him unfasten his boots while looking up into his eyes, smiling. “All that matters is that you’re back at Yamaha and everything fits together again. Nothing has gone right without you here.”Jorge couldn’t help smiling back at him.
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Maverick flung himself down on the sofa after the nice chat with Fabio at the virtual race. He hadn’t wanted to talk to any of the other riders, just his teammate. They weren’t teammates yet of course, but Fabio was who he thought of as his teammate now, not Valentino. He stretched luxuriously on the long cushions. It wouldn’t be long now, so he smiled and dreamed of what was to come.The click of the door latch made him look up, and there he was, Fabio, hurrying into the room. How convenient that he lived so close by, in the same apartment building. The Frenchman sat on the sofa next to Maverick’s head, looking down at him with a grin. “Bonsoir, mon amour,” said Fabio.Maverick stretched his neck to look up at him.“What are you doing?” Fabio changed position, so his teammate’s head lay on his lap and he stroked his dark hair.“That was a fun race wasn’t it?” said Maverick, smiling up at him.“Yes, but we will have more fun tonight.” The blond winked and bent down to kiss him, almost folding in half. It was so awkward, they ended up giggling and moving so they were entwined on the sofa, snogging.A cough sounded from the screen. “Er… guys? Need to tell us something?” It was Joan Mir, peering out at them.The lovers almost jumped out of their skin, stopped kissing and sat up.“Shit,” whispered Maverick, “I didn’t switch it off.”All their virtual race opponents were watching them—Joan, Tito, the Marquez brothers, Pirro, Vale, Rins, Pecco—with various expressions of surprise and amusement.The couple tiptoed nervously towards the screen.“It’s alright,” said Joan, trying not to smile.“We suspected this anyway,” piped up Rins.“Just remember to switch this off before you give us a sex show,” said Vale, causing everyone to burst out in giggles.Maverick and Fabio were blushing.“Okay boss,” said the Spaniard, and clicked the button.They exchanged glances.“Well, they all know about us now,” said Maverick, shrugging and looking up sweetly at his lover.“Who cares,” replied Fabio, pushing him back to the sofa.
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“You see,” said Marc. “All the KTM riders are complimenting you, the team knows what you’ve done for them and everyone is happy with you.” He had a call waiting but ignored it.Dani fiddled with his new phone case, it had a KTM logo but the inside had a photo of Marc. “I guess so.” “You should be proud,” said Marc. “And know that you've done the right thing leaving Honda and going to KTM. You know I supported you all that time and I didn't believe any of the shite Puig and everyone at Honda was coming out with.”“Oh thanks.” Dani was blushing. He was such a modest man, he couldn't believe that anyone would rate him highly. Even though deep down he knew he was a champion, he'd been put down so much by Puig that his confidence had been almost shattered. But both KTM company and riders had done a good job of boosting him up again and even though Marc, the current champion, was injured, he was still interested in talking to Dani.“So what are we gonna do now?” Marc continued. “You're retired and I'm injured, we should think of something to do.”“Like what?” Dani giggled.“I dunno, go out a lot? People won't be suspicious if they see us together, will they? They know we're friends.”“Friends?”“Well you know…more than friends.” Marc beamed. “I'm glad that we can finally be together, it was getting too awkward at Honda, wasn't it? With everyone spying on us in the garages and being suspicious of us huddling in corners. Now no one is spying.” He turned to face Dani as they lay in bed together. “Now we can huddle all we like.”So they did. They cuddled up under the duvet and went back went to sleep. It was much better being together physically than just calling on the phone.
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Fabio's breath gets caught in his throat when he sees him, his MX bike leaning against the tire wall, and he is sitting on that wall, one leg dangling off and the foot of the other leg resting where his gorgeous ass is when he is riding it. His leathers are open, wide open and Fabio can't help but stare, eyes drinking in that beautiful tanned skin that almost begging him to touch and kiss.Fabio shakes his head and walks up to him, climbing on next to Tony, and they look at each other."You know,"Fabio starts," you're lucky no one is here and it's just us.""What do you mean?""What do you mean? Really? Sitting like that, leathers open all the way? It could be seen as an invitation, someone trying to take advantage of you, and I would have to fight for your honor.""Oh, but you would, of course.""Of course, can't have anyone stealing you away from me.""Wanna make your mark then?"Tony squirms out of his leathers to push them down to his hips, leaning back, and Fabio moves his eyes admiringly over his muscles."Here?""You said we are alone, the closest someone might get is that ridge there, and there is no way someone could recognize us or even maybe see we are two guys making out and getting each other off."Fabio jumps off the tire wall and grabs Tony's leathers, pulling him towards him having him yelp, but before he can protest, Fabio kisses him deep and hard, legs wrap around Fabio's waist and Fabio's hands slip inside his leathers, cupping his ass cheeks, pulling his flush against him and rolling his own hips forward having both men moan. Tony leans back, leaning on his hands and Fabio pulls him forward a bit more, having their cocks aligned and both start moving, watching how their cocks rub together, both leaking now. Tony reaches out with one hand and curls his fingers around both cocks, stroking them slowly up and down. Breathing hard, both feel their climax coming and when it does, it leaves them breathless, trying their best to keep upright and clean up after.
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The moment Fabio closes the door of his hotel room behind him, he closes his eyes and leans back against him. Letting out a scream of frustration he's been holding back since he crossed the finish line and realized he didn't make it but Pecco did, about two hours ago, he walks into the room, throwing his key card away and going straight through to the bedroom. Getting through to the bathroom, he opens the faucet to let the water flow into the large bubble bath. It even makes him chuckle, if his friends knew a bubble bath always calms his nerves...."Hey."Fabio jumps and turns around, hand on his heart when he sees Tony standing, and he laughs."I love you to death, Tony but don't do that." "Sorry," he says," I'm sorry, about what happened.""Yeah, me too."Fabio watches him, seeing Tony walk up closer and Fabio smiles, opening up his arms and wrapping the young Italian up in them, cupping his face and kissing him deeply, both moan. Fabio's fingers slip underneath Tony's shirt and his fingertips slide down his spine, and a soft whimper leaves the youngers lips. It's different tho. Fabio leans back and breaks the kiss, repeating the motion and hearing another whimper and seeing Tony's face crunch up."Did you hurt yourself?" he asks, and Tony hears the worry in his voice."It's nothing....""What happened?""I crashed, but I'm fine, really.""Are you sure?"Tony wants to answer, his glance falls on the bubble bath, and he jumps forward to turn off the faucet."Yes," he says, turning towards Fabio," are we going to keep standing here or are we going to get naked, so I can comfort you?" Fabio sees a twinkle in Tony's eyes, and they start to undress, getting in the water and Fabio pulls Tony in his lap. Lips find each other like magnets, and they kiss soft and lazy for a while, soapy hands wander and feel, touch, pinch and trace skin and occasionally wash the other with the many bubbles. When the water turns cold, they get out and dry off, Tony wrapping the towel low around his waist and leaning in to look into the mirror. Fabio watches him, the way he is bending forward slightly, that beautiful body, the muscles, the ass, and he feels his cock twitch. Stepping up behind him, he pushes up against Tony, the other's breath hitching, and he looks over his shoulder at Fabio, a smirk around his lips. Fabio places his hands on the sink, rocking his hips against Tony, who pushes them back and circles them, having Fabio moan low in his throat."You want to fuck me, champ?" he says huskily, rocking his hips back while gyrating them.Fabio can only moan, eyes falling closed and just focussing on that ass that is wriggling against his rock-hard cock now. "Go on, take me, rip that blanket off me, work me open and fuck me senseless.""Damn, Tony..." Fabio grabs the towel and pushes it off, dropping it to the floor, hand on Tony's back between his shoulder blades and pushing him down on the counter while his hand moves between his ass cheeks."I don't have....""Don't care, ...""Tony...""Come on, petit renard, you know I love it rough, you know I can take it.""There are people everywhere."Tony's hand takes the one on his back and places it against his mouth, keeping his own hand there too, daring Fabio with his eyes, the Frenchman pushes inside, Tony closes his eyes and releases a loud moan, muffled by both their hands. Fabio takes his time, pushing in a second and moving them around, abusing Tony's prostate and having him push back before he pushes in a third. Pulling Tony up against him, Fabio's eyes move over that gorgeous tanned skin, strong muscles and the tip of his cock, angry red, peeking up between the edge of the sink and his lower abdomen. Licking his lips, he pulls back his fingers having Tony whimper, grabbing his leg, Fabio directs Tony to rest his knee on the counter, giving himself more room, and he positions himself, taking his cock in hand and aligning it up against Tony's opening."You ready for me, Tigrellino?" Fabio whispers in his ear, licking the shell with his tongue."Born fucking ready for you, baby."Fabio smiles, locking in on brown in the mirror while he sinks into Tony, hearing a broken moan fall from his lips. The Italian wants to close his eyes, but Fabio bites his shoulder."No, keep watching."Tony opens his eyes and watches Fabio while he starts thrusting up into him, slow at first, but faster and harder with every thrust up. "You take me so good, you feel so good around me, wrapped around me, so tight, so fucking good."Tony moans, watching Fabio's hand that sinks lower and wraps around his cock, jerking him off, thumb flicking over the tip and underneath the foreskin. Fabio sinks through his knees a little and stops moving."Come on, fuck yourself on my cock."Tony licks his lips, letting himself move down, impaling himself on Fabio's deliciously hard and thick cock, and he moves up again, feeling those long fingers move down on his own. Sinking down again, feeling Fabio swivel his hips and abuse his prostate, both moaning, suddenly Fabio pushes him down again, grabbing Tony's hips and setting a brutal pace, fucking Tony rough. The Italian curling his fingers around the sink and groaning with every snap of Fabio's hips, feeling his climax coming, his hand moves inside and wraps around Tony's cock again, jerking a couple of times and feeling Tony's body jerk and his muscles clamp like a vice around him when he cums. Fabio moans, pushing inside Tony a couple of times more before he cums too, collapsing on top of the Italian. Breathing hard, both try to come back to earth, chuckling and Fabio pulls out, hearing a hiss from Tony when he pulls the other up and in his arms. They kiss slow and lazy before Fabio leads him to the bed and lays him down, lying down next to him."I should go back..." Tony starts, eyes already drooping."Shhh, close your eyes, get some sleep.""But...""No buts, rest, baby."Tony hums, closing his eyes and letting himself be wrapped up by Fabio before he drifts off to sleep.
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It was around noon, TV on in the background while Dovi is packing his stuff into a suitcase to get ready for the flight back, while gathering his stuff in the bathroom and walking back into his bedroom, his eyes catch the tv, and he sees yesterday's race. Stopping for a moment to watch, to see Pecco crash and the result. Fabio Quartararo crowned world champion, he smiles, he's always liked him and since he arrived in practically the same team and met him, he can say he is the nicest and most modest guy he has ever met. Watching how he stops and gets congratulated by fellow drivers, hugged by Tom, his father, being ushered onto a red carpet, a short movie about his career and the devil himself that jumps out of the ground. The last bit makes him smile, he remembers he hasn't spoken to the Frenchman since, he's watched him during the party the team gave in the hotel, but he was surrounded by so many friends, team members, family, so he decided to do it the day after. Dumping his things in the suitcase, he steps outside and finds Fabio's hotel room, knocking on the door, but there is no answer, knocking again, and again getting no reply. He is there, he knows he is, he heard him, singing loudly and probably drinking, he'll have a hangover by now and Dovi chuckles. Maybe he should just let him sleep it off.Turning on his heels, he wants to leave when the door opens, and he looks up, seeing a disheveled Fabio standing, small eyes and blinking against the light in the hallway."Hey, Dovi!""Hey," he says and steps up closer," is this a good time?" "Sure, come on, please!"Fabio steps aside and lets Dovi in, the Italian looking around, seeing confetti and balloons everywhere and the championships shirt. Turning around to face the newly crowned world champion, his voice gets caught in his throat. Fabio is just dressed in boxers and god he's beautiful, hair a mess, slight blush on his cheeks and eyes looking sleepy."Uhm.... I just...""You weren't on my party last night." Fabio pouts.Dovi stops talking, the other's appearance combined with the pout almost his undoing, and he clears his throat."Actually I was, I just....you were so busy, I thought..... I would just...congratulate you today. Congrats Fabio, you were outstanding this season and a worthy champion.""Thanks," it sounds small," it means the world coming from someone like you.""Someone like me?""Yeah, I've always looked up to you, a lot, next to Vale, you were one of the riders I watched growing up.""I've never been a world champion.""That doesn't matter, although you were close a couple of times.""Yeah," he muses, face turning away and seeing his golden helmet," that is really beautiful." Dovi steps up to it and moves his fingers over it, not seeing the Frenchman walking up closer until he is almost touching him."Yeah," Fabio chuckles," I'm still wondering if I should wear it in Portimão.""You should." Dovi says and looks at him."Really?""Yes, you worked so hard for this, you've earned it, you should wear it for the last two races.""Then I will." he smiles.There falls a silence between the two, both not capable to look away, like they are trapped by the others eyes until Dovi breaks it."And uhm...the #1? Have you thought about that?""No, I'm not doing that," he says resolute," there's only one rider that deserves to ride with that number.""Vale?""Yeah."Dovi swallows, looking away and at the helmet again, feeling a little jealous his teammate is held in such high regards."Hey I meant what I said, you're also a hero, you were mine." Fabio smiles and leans into him, making Dovi look at him again, a soft smile around his lips too, eyes catching Fabio's that flicker down to his lips before they look up at him again. "So uhm....it was nice seeing you on the podium, with your team, and your family.""It was nice.""Hm, your dad and mum and uhm, that girl, sister?" Dovi tries and Fabio chuckles."If I would say girlfriend, would you be jealous?" Fabio says, glint in his eyes, teeth biting his lower lip and Dovi's eyes go there."What if I would say yes?" Dovi whispers."I would say; you have no reason to be because, she is my sister, and...." Fabio stops talking, tongue peeking out to lick his lips."And what?" Dovi asks, unknowingly leaning closer to the younger."Wrong anatomy too."The sentence hangs in the air for some seconds before it clicks with the Italian."You're gay?""Very.""Good."Dovi turns his body towards the other, coming closer, crowding Fabio against the back of the couch, leaning in closer. Fabio's hands fists the back of the couch while Dovi keeps leaning in, lips hovering over skin, nose nudging his cheek and breath ghosting over hot skin. Fabio's breath hitches in his throat while Dovi's fingers grab his hips and holds it steady, eyes roaming over tanned, strong, beautiful muscles."You're so fucking beautiful, Fabio.""Hm?" Fabio can hardly understand what he is saying, and Dovi chuckles.The Italian looks up and watches brown eyes have changed to black, looking at him with lust and desire."Fuck..." "Please...." "Please what?" Fabio is just about to answer when he feels a light touch on his cock, a finger tracing it, having him moan and jerk them forward."You want me?""Yes..."Dovi looks at him, his other hand moving around his waist and without wasting time, slipping into his boxers and between his ass cheeks, rubbing his hole."Oh god..." Fabio whimpers and closes his eyes, pushing back on the digit."You want me to fuck you, Champion Du Monde."The words in French make Fabio shudder and when Dovi puts a little pressure on his hole and his hand cups his rock-hard cock, he almost feels himself coming, and he wriggles in his grasp, hands clutching his shoulders and nails digging in the skin.Dovi leans back a little and looks at the Frenchman, head thrown back and mouth open, eyes closed tightly and blush on his cheeks."You want to cum?""No..." Fabio says, voice sounding strained."You want to." he whispers huskily, and his hand massages his cock, feeling hips thrust into the hand, head falling forward and shaking his head violently.NoDovi smirks, pulling his hand away from between his ass cheeks and taking Fabio's, leading it between them and guiding it to rest over the Italian's cock, Fabio moaning when he feels the other is just as hard. Fingers start to feel, massage, and Dovi moans."Damn that feels só good, Fabio." Dovi moans, his own hips now rocking up, seeking friction."You want to cum on that? With that buried deep inside your beautiful ass?""Yes.""Hm, I'd want that, very much, I want to feel your tight ass around my cock, want to see it sliding into you slow and só deep."Fabio releases a strangled moan, feeling Dovi push his hand away and step back, opening his eyes in confusion, wondering what is happening, but Dovi just opens his jeans and pushes it down before he picks up Fabio's legs and the Frenchman wraps them around his waist. Resting his hands on the back of the couch for leverage, Dovi starts thrusting up against Fabio, cocks rubbing against each other deliciously. Fabio wraps his arms around the Italian and just watched him, watches his face, watching it morph in pleasure, shiver running through Fabio when he realizes he is the reason for giving him that pleasure. When Dovi swivels his hips, both moan and Dovi starts thrusting up against him faster, Fabio doing his best to arch up into him."God, I'm so close," Dovi moans," I just can't get...."The Italian grunts, movements halting and both breath out deep, Fabio smiles, pushing Dovi back and slipping from the couch, sitting on his knees, the older looks down at him, looks at how he curls his fingers around his boxers and pulls it down. Eyes look up at him through thick eyelashes and a smirk around those lips, Dovi watches breathless while those lips open, and he leans forward, wrapping those plush lips around his cock, sucking hard and fingers ghosting over his balls. Dovi shudders, head falling back and wavering, hands shooting out to grip the back of the couch to keep himself up while he cums down Fabio's throat, hard, the other swallowing everything he has to give greedily. Humming with the taste and sinking down on him, tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside."Fabio..." Dovi stammers.Hands slip into his hair and try to push him back, but it's like Fabio sucked all strength out of him, but Fabio leans back, letting him fall out of his mouth. Fabio looks up at him, at what he caused, the Italian breathing ragged, eyes still closet and mouth open, pulling his boxers up and then his jeans, Fabio gets up too and tucks him away before he waits for the other to come back down to earth and when he does, a smile forms around his lips."Damn, that was perfect."Fabio smiles, watching Dovi's eyes open and look at him, and before Fabio can do something, the other grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a forceful kiss. A kiss that steals Fabio's breath, it's hot and passionate, hard and demanding and Dovi's tongue licks his way into Fabio's mouth. The younger can only comply, moaning when their tongues meet, wrap around each other and Fabio pushes closer against the other. Dovi's hands move around his waist and rest on his ass cheeks, pulling the younger flush against him and one rock up against him, is enough for Fabio to cum. Body shaking and jerking, moans being swallowed by the other, and Dovi keeps rocking against him until he is slack in his hands. Breaking the kiss and watching him, lips red and swollen from the kiss, Fabio breathes out. Just when he wants to say something, his phone rings, and he clears his throat, walking to his phone on unsteady legs and into the bedroom. When he comes back some time later, Dovi is gone, and he sighs, seeing a note lying on the couch, and he walks towards it to pick it up.'Enjoy the feeling Champ, you deserve it, when you are done partying, look me up, I owe you a fuck'Fabio smiles, stomach tingling with the anticipation, before he jumps into the shower and gets ready for his flight back to Nice.
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Tony waited in the hallway for Fabio to get ready for their dinner date. He was wearing a smart white shirt and navy chinos, with stylish black shoes. He’d wondered whether to put on a tie, but that would be too formal for this evening. Fabio wasn’t a formal type of guy. So Tony stood around looking at himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair and blowing kisses at himself, then laughing.He heard a door shut and Fabio strode towards him. He was wearing a fluorescent yellow and pink t-shirt with baggy, abstract patterned leisure trousers, and lime green trainers. Tony stared at him, not sure what to say.“Ready then?” asked Fabio, holding his hand out.“Erm…you’re not wearing that, are you?” Tony had booked a table at a classy restaurant on the balcony overlooking the sea and he knew they had a dress code.“Yes. It's what I normally wear. You know that, so what's the problem?”“It’s just that—well—it's a bit too casual. We're going to Passeggiata and they like guests to dress in smart casual wear. Not t-shirts and tracksuits.”“Oh? So are you saying I should wear something similar to you? I don't think I’ve got anything like that, just a lot of sporty stuff.” Fabio chewed his lip.“You better show me.”So Fabio took Tony by the hand into his room to look through his wardrobe. Of course all of his tops were fluorescent t-shirts or bomber jackets, he genuinely didn't have any smart long sleeve shirts. And his trousers were all loose activewear. The only smart outfit he owned was a black suit that he wore to MotoGP galas or similar events, but it was far too formal for a date.Tony didn’t know what to do. He didn't want to force Fabio into wearing something he didn't like, but he knew the restaurant staff would ask them to leave if either of them weren’t wearing the correct clothes.“This is me, Tony. It’s what I wear, take it or leave it.” Fabio smiled to take the sting out of his words.“Come on then, we’ll go anyway.”When they got to the restaurant there was a small queue and they had to wait on the very thick, red carpet looking round at the framed, signed photos of famous people hung all over the mahogany walls. The grey-haired head waiter stood at a small counter admitting guests after he’d taken their names and details. It didn’t take long to get to the front of the queue.“Tony Arbolino and Fabio Quartararo,” said Tony. As he’d booked the table, he was in charge tonight.The head waiter smiled at him, but looked Fabio up and down disapprovingly. “Signor, we do have a dress code. If you'd like to put on a jacket and formal trousers, we’d be happy to escort you to your table.”“But I haven’t got a jacket and formal trousers.” Fabio stood his ground.Tony looked from him to the head waiter. He had a choice. Either to make poor Fabio wear something he felt uncomfortable wearing, or to miss out on a delicious meal at a stylish restaurant overlooking the water. Tony took a split-second decision, as he was used to doing while racing. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “Please cancel the booking. We’ll come back another night.” The head waiter sneered, but Fabio smiled.“Come on.” Tony took him by the hand and they walked proudly out of the restaurant lobby.“But we won't get a nice meal now,” said Fabio. Although he was still smiling.“We can have just as nice a meal on the quay, watching the ships or something.”“What changed your mind?”“I think being with you is more important than eating at some fancy restaurant. We’re going to have a takeaway date.”“What does that mean?” Fabio chuckled.“We're going to get a takeaway pizza, go to the beach and sit overlooking the sea. The pizza will taste better than some fancy meal surrounded by snooty people.” He took Fabio’s hand and the Frenchman beamed.
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As Marc walked down the pit lane on race day, he was aware that people were staring at him, giggling and whispering behind their hands. This wasn't unusual but it seemed to be more prevalent than before—almost as bad as 2015 with the nonsense that happened with Rossi. But he never let things like that bother him. He walked into his garage where everything was normal and he forgot about all the whispering and giggling.So he went through the race and was really pleased to end up third on the podium next to Jorge Martin who was first. He was very surprised when he was handed the trophy because it sounded like he was announced as Marc Martin, and everyone was laughing. Even the mayor of the town who was handing out the trophy couldn’t repress a smirk.Marc looked at Jorge Martin standing next to him on the top step, and they exchanged bewildered glances. Fabio, on the second step, was giggling as well.Marc was baffled now—all this laughing and whispering didn't usually continue on to the podium. Normally people were more respectful during the presentations. He accepted his trophy, and watched as Fabio was given the second one and Jorge Martin the first one.He clinked champagne bottles with his fellow podium winners and still couldn't understand why the crowd of mechanics and crew were half clapping and half laughing. Even the spectators were doing the same. It was all extremely weird.After the podium they went off into the press conference. Sensing Jorge Martin was confused as well, Marc walked with him and said, “why is everyone laughing? They were laughing when you got your trophy too.”“I don't know,” replied Jorge. “I was walking down the pit lane and they were all giggling.”“Did they call me Marc Martin on the podium? Or did I hear wrong?”“Yeah, I think they did. It’s not that funny.”When they went into the press conference there was still a lot of giggling, but the questions were very sensible, then at the end there was some light-hearted ones. The first was aimed at Marc. “So, Marc, how does it feel to be married now?” asked a female journalist.“What? Married?”She pointed to a snapshot of the leader board. “This was showing for the whole race.”Marc peered at it to see it said Jorge Martin 1st, Fabio Quartararo 2nd, Marc Martin 3rd.“So it looks like you two got married without telling us.” Many people in the room giggled.Marc raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would they confuse our surnames like that?”“Probably because you’re MMAR and Jorge is JMAR. Someone read it wrong. Or the leader-board malfunctioned.”“It also says Luca Martin and Alex Martin, lower down,” Jorge pointed out. “They’re LMAR and AMAR. We’re in a four-sided marriage.”“I'm not marrying my own brother!” said Marc indignantly.This time everyone burst out laughing, including Marc and Jorge.***Marc only stayed at the after-race party for a short while to celebrate his podium as he was very tired. Races took a lot out of him these days. He had a couple of drinks, then went back to his motorhome while his brother and Jose stayed at the party.He happily got into bed, enjoying being alone in his motorhome without anyone else around. Peace and quiet was just the way he liked it after being surrounded by people nearly 24/7.He lay under the duvet thinking what a great day it had been, with achieving a podium and not getting any injuries, then he heard a tapping at the window.Easing himself out of bed, he went to see who it was, and outside stood Jorge Martin, wearing a peaked cap pulled low over his face. Jorge smiled when he saw him.“Let me in then,” said the younger rider anxiously, hopping from one foot to the other.He climbed up and Marc helped him squeeze through the window. It was such an effort that Marc fell backwards onto the floor with Jorge on top of him, breathing beer fumes in his face.“Aren't you staying at the party to celebrate?” asked Marc, not moving. Instead he arranged Jorge more comfortably.“No I’ve done that. I'd rather be here with you.” Jorge smiled drunkenly.“We’ll get caught one day, though.” Marc pulled them up to sitting position. “It was close enough today when they thought we’d got married.”They burst into giggles, then shuffled together into Marc’s cosy bed.
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Dani stood by the pit wall at Imola watching the cars zoom by. This was like a new beginning for him, starting out as a racing car driver, not a bike rider. He watched the cars zip past and became hypnotised, falling into a kind of trance. He imagined how his career could pan out. He’d never won the Moto GP title but maybe he’d win car titles, that would be so exciting. His small stature wouldn't count against him in a car, in cars every driver was equal.He was just dreaming about this when he felt a hand on his shoulder.“Ciao, mi pequeño,” said a familiar voice in a mixture of Italian and Spanish.Dani turned to see the tall figure of Valentino towering over him. “Oh, I didn't know you would be here,” he stuttered.“Surprise!” said the Italian. “It is so nice to see you!” He pulled Dani towards him and before the little Spaniard could do anything he found himself wrapped up in a big hug and lifted off the ground.He felt a hot flush spread over his body. He'd been standing there minding his own business but suddenly he was the centre attention with everyone nearby saying, “look Dani Pedrosa and Valentino Rossi, they’re best friends aren't they.”Dani knew his face was as red as a beetroot but of course Vale didn't notice all the attention.“So how is it going, my dear friend?” he asked. “I missed you so much at the MotoGP races.” He put Dani down and linked arms with him. “Come and have a drink with me?”“Have you done your race then?” How had he not known not Valentino was there? He must have been in a dreamworld. He looked up into the blue eyes and the old feelings started coming back. Especially after he’d been suddenly pressed up against Vale’s lean, muscly body. He remembered all those special moments they’d shared when he’d first started out in MotoGP and Vale had been like his mentor and guide…and more. Secret kisses behind the trailers. Secret nights in Vale’s motorhome…But gradually they’d grown out of that, focused on their own careers and moved on as they’d become rivals on track. But thank god they’d never seriously fallen out. Not like Jorge and Vale, and Marc and Vale of course, the worst argument.Vale must have seen something in Dani’s eyes because he backed off a little. “I don't want to bother you. If you’re busy.”“You're not bothering me,” stammered Dani. “You never bother me.”“Good.” Vale smiled the charming smile that Dani had always loved.They somehow found their way to the Imola café. It was chock full of people.“Do you want to sit here and have a drink?” asked Vale. “Or go somewhere more private?” There were crowds of people staring at the two famous MotoGP riders. Most were crew but there were a lot of fans and Dani knew that any minute now there was going to be a queue of people rushing to get the riders’ autographs. “Let's go somewhere private,” he said.Vale twitched his eyebrows at him. “I mean—I didn't mean—well, you know—somewhere there's not so many fans,” Dani stuttered.“Don't worry, I'm only teasing.” And the pair sneaked out of the café.Of course it was impossible to find somewhere private around the Imola racetrack and they ended up going back to Vale’s motorhome.“This is an upgrade,” said Dani, looking at the outside of the vehicle. “It’s not like the ones we used to have when we were young.” He bit his tongue. The old motorhomes they had were the scenes of the secret passionate nights he and Vale had spent when they were in their twenties. He blushed.But Vale didn't seem to notice and they hurried up the steps, away from prying eyes.Inside the trailer it was like paradise, with luxury, soft furnishings, the latest technology, adjustable windows and a proper kitchen.“Shall I show you round, sir?” Vale had a twinkle in his eye. “So here we have the lounge.” He waved his arm at all the fixtures and fittings. “Do you think you'll be buying this vehicle? I can get you a good price.” He grinned.“I might thank you, estate agent,” said Dani, playing along. “I have a very large family though, I will need lots of bedrooms.”“Have you?” Vale chuckled. “I don't remember you having a large family.”“Yes, I have 26 children.” Dani giggled. He didn't know why he felt so happy: maybe it was just seeing a lovely familiar face at an unfamiliar track event.“26? Really? But then again, I have 46 children.” They burst out laughing and flopped down on the sofa together.“I’ve really missed you.” Vale suddenly took Dani’s hand. “You're the nicest rider in MotoGP and the whole paddock has missed you.”“Well, I was there testing sometimes. I was around.”“It wasn't same.” Vale gazed into Dani’s eyes, and as always, the little Spaniard was lost in the crystal blue depths.He drew back abruptly. This was going much too far, further than he’d anticipated.Vale understandingly moved back too. “I'm sorry. I'm just so pleased to see you and we had such a nice hug. I miss our days and nights together. I'm sorry to be so forward but it's the truth. I miss you.”Dani felt tears in his eyes and didn't know what to do. However, his brain decided to switch off just at that moment and his body took the decision for him. So he leaned forward and kissed Vale very tentatively on the lips. The Italian gasped, then leant forward and kissed him back. And they reclined onto the sofa cushions together.
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Although Marc was smiling outwardly, inside he was fuming while sitting in the press conference. How dare this young rookie tell him what to do? He was an eight-time champion, okay he made mistakes, but who didn’t?“And for sure he didn’t measure the move in a good way,” continued Jorge, “because he thought there was space and for sure there wasn’t. I hope he can learn from this one and improve for the future.”“What do you say to that, Marc?” asked a particularly annoying journalist.“It’s true that it was the first lap, that I was too optimistic, and I apologise to Martin and to the Pramac team. But sometimes races are like this and today it was me that made the mistake.” He tried not to glare at the rookie but he couldn’t see his own face so he wasn’t sure if he’d managed to smile or not.After what seemed like a long session of everyone questioning him and Jorge, the journalists moved onto other topics. But Marc was still fuming. He was trying his best wasn’t he? With his beaten up, tired body after the last eighteen months of pain.Then at last he was allowed to get up and go to his motorhome. He was pretty stiff and achy after the exertion of the race, so he was relieved when he was able to stand up. He grabbed his phone and ambled off, looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet out of the public eye.Thank god Alex wasn’t in the trailer, so he could be alone. He peeled off his official Repsol shirt and trousers and put his Repsol robe on ready to have a shower. But before he could do so, there was a loud knock at the door. What did people want from him now?Cursing to himself, he went to the door to find a red-faced Jorge Martin standing there.“What do you want?” Had the rookie come for yet another apology?“You took my phone!” The younger rider brandished a phone in Marc’s face. “This one is yours!”“Oh.” Marc retreated, looking round for the other phone. Now where was it?“Don’t tell me you’ve lost it!” shouted Jorge. “First you ruin my race, then you lose my phone! I'm fed up with you!”Marc was tired, sweaty and disappointed and he did not need this. “I'm sorry about the damn race and I'm sorry I've lost your damn phone! We all make mistakes!” He felt vulnerable standing there wearing his robe while Jorge was looming in the doorway in his Pramac outfit.“The trouble with riders like you is, you think you own the place and we all have to bow down to you!”Marc frowned. He hadn’t thought Jorge Martin was so aggressive, he was usually mild mannered off track. But he wasn’t standing for this attitude.“I'm an eight-time champion in case you’ve forgotten!” he snapped. “Rookies should be more respectful.”“You weren’t respectful when you were a rookie!”“Yes I was!”“What would Rossi say about that?”Marc felt like he’d been slapped, and gathered himself to reply, but before he could, a voice shouted, “there he is! Jorge! Jorge!” Marc looked over Jorge’s shoulder and the rookie also turned.They saw a gang of journalists scurrying towards them waving microphones, and Marc thought quickly. However annoying Jorge was, he couldn’t abandon him to the pack of wolves, so he grabbed the young rider’s shirt and pulled him inside the motorhome, slamming the door.They fell backwards with a crunch, Jorge fell on top of Marc and the champion wailed in pain.“What’s the matter?”“What do you think?” gasped Marc between gritted teeth. “My shoulder.”“Oh god I'm sorry, Marc! I forgot.” Jorge carefully rolled off him and sat up. “Come on, let me help you.” He gently pulled the champion to a sitting position.Marc hated appearing vulnerable in front of rivals but he had no choice so he rested against the sofa. “So what’s all that about?” he asked, to change the subject. He waved towards the sound of baying journalists outside, then winced as he wished he hadn’t.Jorge’s expression went cold. “Okay, my—well, my now ex boyfriend cheated on me with someone and now the two of them just announced their engagement on Instagram. I guess the media wants to know my reaction.”Boyfriend. Marc had heard rumours. “God, that’s harsh. Well, you can stay in here til they've gone but I need a shower. Can you help me up?”“Sure.” The younger rider did so.“So make yourself at home, I'm sure you can find your way around.” He really wasn’t up to discussing relationships right now. Anyway, what did he know about them? He’d never had a serious one, the only one anywhere near serious had ended months ago.The rookie didn’t answer, just stared into the distance, obviously deep in thought.Marc slumped when he got into the bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to have guests around this evening, he just wanted peace and quiet, but he could hardly throw Jorge out into the vultures clamouring for his story. He ambled into the shower and tried to turn it on. It was always stiff and that wasn’t what he needed with the new pain in his shoulder. He pulled the lever and the force of wrenching it pushed him off balance and he slipped on the tiles, hitting the wall with a crash. Damn. The shower water was gushing hard over him, he didn’t want to drown. His whole shoulder was on fire with pain: how typical that he’d landed on it, the very part that had been hurting beforehand.So he was glad when Jorge came charging into the bathroom, obviously having heard the crash. “What happened—oh shit!”The Pramac rider stepped into the shower fully clothed and turned it off, then pulled Marc out of the cubicle. “Did you hit your head?”The champion felt hot with embarrassment, wishing Alex was here instead of a rival rider. “No—I don’t think so. Fucking hell, I feel like an old man.”“Well you are nearly thirty.” Jorge smiled into his face.“Cheeky.” Marc suddenly thought how good the younger rider looked with his wet clothes clinging to him, which was an unexpected thought.“Can you walk?”“Yes, I'm not an invalid.”“Come on then.” He put Marc’s robe around him in a kind of protective way. “I'm sorry, I didn’t realise you were struggling so badly.”They stared into each other’s eyes.“Of course,” said Marc, “the journos saw me dragging you in the front door, they’re probably making up stories already.”“About us?” Jorge’s eyes widened.“I mean—if you’re on the rebound…” Marc felt like his heart would burst, it was hammering so hard. He looked the younger rider up and down as water dripped from his clothes all over the tiles.The rookie smiled. “And you do owe me for the crash.”Marc’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of it like that. “I'm not sure how far I can go with this—er—problem.” He nodded towards his shoulder.Jorge's gaze followed Marc's, so he pushed the fabric away to reveal the battered shoulder. He stroked it and felt Marc tremble."Does that hurt?" "No, it feels...nice."Jorge smiled, his fingers making circles on the bruised skin and Marc inhaled sharply. Jorge looked at him but suddenly shivered."Maybe…we should get you out of those wet clothes," Marc suggested. "I don't want you to catch a cold, or something.""Or something..." Jorge smirked. Stepping back, he took the hem of his drenched shirt and pulled it over his head.Even though he’d suggested it, Marc hadn’t expected Jorge to oblige, so he grabbed the basin to steady himself and let his gaze move lower, over tanned skin and muscles. Jorge saw this and smiled wider. Leaning forward, he crowded Marc against the basin and put his lips close to his ear. "You wouldn't mind being my rebound?" he whispered."God, no..." Jorge's lips moved lower, ghosting over the champion’s painful shoulder, his fingers stroked his side, dancing over the wet skin. As he pressed butterfly kisses against the injury, Marc twined his fingers in Jorge's short hair. The moment Jorge's lips made contact with his own, Marc gasped, returning the kiss that soon turned heated and passionate. Fingers cupped his ass cheek, squeezing and on instinct, Marc moved his hips forward, making contact with Jorge's and moaning when the younger rider pulled him closer.Breaking the kiss, they gazed at each other, Jorge looked a bit apprehensive but Marc was determined, as he pulled the rookie into another deep kiss. "You have anything?" Jorge murmured against his lips."Bedroom, take me to the bedroom," Marc breathed.Grabbing Marc's thighs, Jorge lifted him up, Marc gasping and wrapping his legs tightly around his waist. While they were moving to the bedroom, Marc felt awed by the younger rider's strength and he leaned in to kiss his neck. After being laid down on the bed, Marc wriggled out of his robe while Jorge moved over him, looking down at his tanned and muscled chest and his obviously hard cock. Marc smiled at him when he looked up again.Jorge sat back watching the naked eight-time champion, and bit his lip. How often was this going to happen to him in his life? Then he moved back and off the bed. As the two riders gazed at each other, Marc leaned on his good elbow, watching how Jorge's fingers undid his trousers and pushed them down his legs. Kicking off his shoes and socks, next to go was his boxers, revealing a cock that was just as hard and leaking as his own.Crawling onto the bed again and pushing Marc back down, he leaned in to kiss him. "What do you want?""You.""How? You want to fuck me or you want to be fucked?""Don't care, just...anything," Marc moaned.Jorge smiled and wrapped his hand around Marc's cock, slowly pumping, and revelling in the moans and whimpers he lured from those beautiful lips. He kissed Marc’s neck, then moved lower, littering kisses over his chest and making his way to a nipple when Marc suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him up."No time for foreplay, lover boy, I need you." He nodded to his bedside table and Jorge opened it, grabbing lube and a condom with one hand while the other made its way between Marc's legs to put a finger inside him.Marc pulled up his knees and planted his feet on the mattress, raising his hips and widening his legs to accommodate those fingers. As Jorge pushed one in, both riders moaned."More," Marc demanded.Jorge nodded, pushing in a second and scissored them a couple of times before he pushed in a third, barely having time to open him up properly before Marc suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled them out."Fuck me," he demanded and wrapped his legs around Jorge's waist, pulling the younger man closer.Jorge was a bit taken aback and hesitated. "I’ll hurt you...""I live for pain, come on...fuck me senseless...don't hold back...make me scream, give those journos outside something to write about."Jorge smiled, raised his upper body and with his hand, placed his tip against Marc's opening, slipping it inside just a little. "You ready?"Marc nodded and put his hands against the headboard. "Fuck me hard."Jorge put his hands next to Marc’s head and took a deep breath before he pushed inside and suddenly thrust into him, making them both moan. He waited for just a moment before he started pulling out and slamming back inside. The shouts of the journalists outside faded and the couple got caught up in their ragged breathing, moans and creaking of the bed under the force Jorge was using, and their nostrils filled with the smell of sex. "Fuck, yeah!" Marc screamed."You really don't care who hears do you?" Jorge laughed breathlessly."No." Marc laughed too.Jorge kept fucking him hard, every so often pausing to lean in and kiss him, swallowing his moans and whimpers, pushing him up the bed with every thrust. He grabbed the inside of Marc’s knee, and pushed it up and out to give himself more room to drive deeper into Marc, feeling him tremble."Are you close?" "So fucking close," Marc breathed.Jorge doubled his efforts, moving to sit on his knees, still pushing Marc’s leg out with one hand while he pumped his leaking cock fast and kept thrusting inside Marc. Marc felt a brief moment of awe at his lover’s multi-tasking talents: he was so young but so good at this. He gazed into the beautiful green-blue eyes but then was overwhelmed as his body jerked uncontrollably and cum spurted all over him and Jorge. He cried out as his muscles clamped round Jorge’s cock, sucking him in.The younger rider closed his eyes, feeling his own orgasm washing over him like a tsunami, his body shuddered as he came deep inside Marc. They slowly separated, panting."That was amazing," Marc said after a few minutes.As both lay on their backs, Jorge chuckled and looked over at Marc, who was smiling like a satisfied cat. The rookie rolled on his side, supporting his head on his hand. He bit his lip. "So, about that rebound..."Marc chuckled and raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue."I'm new at this but, um, how long does that usually take?""As long as you need." Marc leaned over to kiss him, and they were both smiling.
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Three weeks after his first adventure on four wheels and his reunion with Valentino, Dani stands in the paddock again. This time he is visiting the Portugal GP, Portimão, it's a beautiful circuit and Dani loves coming there. Even if it's just to see the amazing people standing behind Miguel like one, supporting him. The amazing footage of hundreds of bikers following him over the Portuguese track makes the MotoGP Legend smile while he looks back at the monitor in the box, but the smile freezes on his face when he sees another MotoGP Legend.Valentino Rossi.The Italian is riding a scooter up to the VR46 box, parking behind it and getting off, waving to the camera and winking and Dani's heart flutters, mind going back three and a half weeks, to Imola where they were both racing in the Lamborghini Super Trofeo Europe. Their encounter in Vale's trailer, how they kissed, fell back into the sofa cushions, Vale maneuvering, so he was on his back with Dani on top, legs either side of him and hands next to his head while their tongues danced around each other. His hands underneath Vale's sponsor shirt and his cupping Dani's ass cheeks, pulling him closer, both growing hard fast. Then someone suddenly slammed on the door, calling out Vale's name, and they had just enough time to pull apart before the door opened.It revealed Vale's teammate, who stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the two MotoGP Legends. Turned out, there was a problem with Vale's car, and he had to come, so he bid Dani goodbuy, and they haven't seen each other since. If they hadn't been so rudely interrupted, that night could have been amazing. And now they are both here, in Portugal, what if....Just the thought about finishing what they started that evening, makes Dani's blood rush down, straight to his cock, and it stirs in his boxer in interest. Dani curses under his breath and quickly walks over to a chair to sit down, crossing his legs to hide his arousal. He grabs his phone and takes a picture of Miguel's bike, scrolling through his contacts and finding Vale's, sending the picture and saying:'Guess where I am?'It doesn't take long for Vale to answer him.'You're joking....''Nope, so uhm.....care to finish what we started three weeks ago?'Normally Dani isn't that forward but just the thought of that night and the feelings he had, he suddenly feels the desperate need to feel the Italian, in every sense of the word.'Defo, god yes, Dani....'The words have Dani bite his lip to keep a moan inside, knowing they can't meet in the hotel, both will be followed by media, especially Vale. Thinking hard, his phone beeps again, and he looks at it.'I know a hotel, on the outskirts of town, beautiful view of the sea, not that you will be seeing it cause when I get my hands on you, I will devour you and make you scream my name.'Damn.Dani swallows hard, mouth going dry, and they agree on a time later that evening.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhen Dani is finally free for the day, it's already halfway the evening, and he hurries to his car, types in the address and to his relief, he sees it's just 30 min away. Starting the car, he makes his way there and with only 5 min left, he can already see the ocean, and he smiles. When he turns up on the driveway, he sees Vale's car is already there, and he stops next to it, killing the engine and getting out, he is relieved the house is surrounded by trees and bushes, and you can't see it from the road.Walking up the steps, his heart starts hammering in his chest, hands sweaty and almost shaking, barely not able to open the door."Vale?" "I'm here!"The voice comes from the living room, Dani walking towards it, and he rounds the corner just when Vale steps inside from the patio. Dani's heart stops beating when he sees him, white buttoned down already open, revealing a sliver of skin, dark jeans and bare feet, and he looks absolutely stunning.The Italian walks up to Dani and holds up his wine."Want some?""No, I didn't come here for wine, Vale." Dani says, voice already low.That same feeling he had this afternoon, washes over him again and his eyes turn dark, his hand reaches out, grabbing Vale's shirt and pulling him towards him. The Italian is taken aback by the action, and he stumbles, the wine glass almost falling out of his hand. Faces so close, they can feel the other's breath, and Dani leans in."You promised to make me scream your name." he whispers."Hm, impatient?""Very, just thinking about what could have been three weeks ago, the words you send me earlier today, made me so hard so fast, I want you, I need you, Vale, baby…"The Italian smiles and allows Dani to kiss him, it's deep and passionate, tongues finding each other and Dani's hands slip in unruly curls, turning his head and deepening the kiss. Dani moves a hand lower, and it slowly finds its way to Vale's cock, stroking it through the fabric. Vale moans when Dani's fingers wrap around it, and he breaks the kiss, slowly pulling away."Why don't we take a step back...""Don't you want me?""I do, you know that, but it's been a long time since I had you to myself for a whole night, we have time, and I am going to use that time to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body."Vale's eyes look into Dani's, crystal blue's looking right into his soul, feeling arms circle his waist and pull him close, hands that move lower and grab his hips before he is lifted off the ground. Wrapping his arms around Vale's neck, Dani keeps looking at him. The Italian smiles at him while he makes his way through the house, and they end up in the bedroom. Dani is being put down and pushed back, making him sit on the edge of the bed, while Vale sinks through his knees and places himself between Dani's legs. "I am going to make you scream but first, I am going to worship you, kiss every inch of you, feel every inch of you, I am going to make you squirm, moan, whimper and beg.....and then finally I will make you scream."Dani nods, being hypnotized by his words, feeling nimble fingers open the buttons of his shirt one by one, slipping his hands underneath the material and pushing it off his shoulders, revealing what's underneath, Vale's eyes appreciatively taking in the sight."You are so beautiful, baby..." he whispers.Dani's breath hitches with the soft whispered words, watching how Vale leans in and kisses the skin, lips that feel hot to the touch, littering soft butterfly kisses down his collarbone, the one he has broken so many times, it's still sensitive and Dani shivers when a tongue traces it. Moving lower, his tongue traces a circle around a nipple before it slowly drags over the bud, sucking it inside and teeth carefully bite, making Dani moan low in his throat.The sound going straight to Vale's cock that is already painfully hard and practically begging to be touched, but he keeps himself in line, he wants to do what he said, he wants to take his time tonight, it's been too long and god knows when they will get another chance again to be together, he wants to make the most of this.His large hands move up over Dani's legs, slowly, taking their time, rubbing up and down before he pops the button. Lowering the zipper slowly, Dani breaths in relief when his cock is allowed a little more space. Vale smiles against his skin, hands slipping inside his jeans and to the back, cupping his ass cheeks and squeezing. Dani's hips buck up involuntarily and he groans. "Lie back." Vale says.Dani does so, lying on his back and taking a deep breath when Vale pulls his jeans down his legs, keeping his boxer on. The fabric being tested because his cock is standing up strong, wet patch already visible, and Vale licks his lips. Leaning down and licking the wet patch, Dani moans, hands fisting the sheets and hips bucking up."Vale please....""Please what?""Please just...anything..."Vale looks up, blue eyes taking in the scene before him, Dani already squirming on the bed, breathing ragged and muscled chest heaving up and down. Fingers peel off his boxer, the Spaniard groaning when the band of his boxer scrapes over the sensitive tip of his cock before it springs free, slapping Dani's belly before it stands back up, tip an angry red and Vale just can't wait anymore.Leaning down, he wraps his lips around the tip, tongue dragging through the slit and sucking, Dani screams and his hands slip in Vale's hair, trying his best not to fuck his mouth, he loosens his grip, waiting for what is going to happen. Vale slowly sinks down on him, taking the shaft in to the hilt, curling his tongue around it and dragging it over the vein on the underside before it slips through the slit again, and he sucks hard."Fuck..." Dani had forgotten how amazingly good the Italian is at giving blow jobs, spreading his legs wider, Vale, supports Dani's leg by grabbing his inner thigh and pushing it out, his other hand grabs his other inner thigh and pushes that out too before he pulls back. Eyes a shade darker, Vale eyes Dani's hole, licking his lips and leaning in again, tongue licking around the ring. Dani shivers, pushing down on the tongue, and Vale chuckles, licking his hole and pushing his tongue inside as far as he can. When the throbbing of his own cock becomes unbearable, Vale leans back, Dani's legs falling back to the bed, and he takes off his shirt, hands moving to his jeans to pop the button and push it down his slender hips, soon followed by his boxer."Move up, come on." Vale taps Dani's leg and the Spaniard move up on the bed, followed by Vale, and he covers the smaller one, lying half on top of him, one hand moving between Dani's legs and leaning his head in. While kissing deeply and passionately, fingers push inside Dani's body, the smaller moaning into Vale's mouth. Swallowing his moans, Vale pushes inside deeper, scissoring his fingers and easily finding his prostate, having Dani buck his hips up."I'm ready, I'm ready.....just fuck me already." Vale hums, sitting between Dani's legs and the younger places his feet on the mattress, lifting his hips while Vale places his tip against Dani's hole and slips it inside."So good..." the Italian moans, head falling back in his neck.Pushing the rest inside, both groan, Dani feeling the burn of being impaled on his thick cock, Vale feeling the grip of muscles pulling him inside. Leaning over him, Vale grabs the headboard, head falling between his arms and eyes lock in on dark brown, almost black ones. He slowly starts to thrust, taking his time, building the rhythm, feeling Dani arching his hips with every inwards thrust to feel him slip inside deeper. Tip brushing his prostate, Dani opens his mouth in a perfect 'o' Vale smiling and still thrusting inside, pulling out and pushing in, over and over."Are you close, Dani?"The Spaniard nods, making Vale still his movements, and Dani groans."Vale please...""Shhh...."The Italian leans in, hands moving from the headboard to take Dani's, lacing their fingers together and their lips lock in a deep kiss, hot and heavy while Dani tries to make Vale to move again. Having mercy on him, Vale sits on his knees, hips pulling back until he is almost out, feeling Dani's muscles clamp down on him to keep him inside having Vale chuckle before he suddenly slams back inside so hard, Dani screams and is pushed up slightly. Dani hooks his ankles underneath Vale's ass, pulling him against him with every slam inside, feeling him slip inside even deeper every time he is impaled on that glorious cock. Vale keeps fucking him hard, thrust after thrust, deep moans fill the room together with the heavy smell of sex, headboard slamming the wall and bed creaking underneath the force.Dani moans loud, still needing to feel the Italian deeper inside, he squirms his hands free and moves them to his ass cheeks, grabbing them, nails digging in the skin to get him to go inside deeper, hips arching off the bed. When Vale wraps long fingers around his cock, Dani whimpers, pressing his eyes closed, and he feels Vale's breath close to his ear."Scream for me." Vale sinks his teeth in Dani's shoulder while he slams inside again, hard, deep and powerful, and it is enough to make Dani scream his name so loud, he wouldn't be surprised the whole of Portugal would have heard him, hearing Vale curse above him before feeling his seed filling him up to the hilt.For a moment, everything turns white and Dani is afraid he is going to pass out from pure ecstasy, experiencing the most powerful and explosive orgasm he has ever remembered having. Feeling fingers lovingly caress his sides, he shivers and opens his eyes, he is surprised to see a sliver of light shining through the curtains."Is it morning?" he asks sleepily."Yeah it is, you passed out on me, you would have had me really worried if it wasn't for the heartbeat I could still feel, going so fast I was afraid you would get a heart attack.""Well, it was a very powerful orgasm, can't even remember the last time it took my breath away like that." Dani smiles.Vale smiles back, leaning in and kissing him slowly."As much as I would love to stay here in bed with you all day, we need to get up and to the track.""Right." Dani sighs regretfully."But, I rented this place until Monday, see you here again tonight for round two?""Can't wait."
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Jack could see who it was sitting on the slope near the bushes in the interior of the circuit, even in the half-light of dusk. The shape of his body, the outline of his hair—his luscious hair, which would invite anyone to sin—and the hunched, despondent air told the Australian it was his teammate. His current teammate.With a sigh, he sauntered over him and sat down with a bump. Immediately, Pecco shuffled up next to him, so their bare arms touched, the fabric of their Ducati t-shirt sleeves riding up as if it knew the two riders wanted to be close.“G’day, mate,” he said in his strongest Australian accent, knowing that it made his mate laugh.But today it just produced a half-hearted huff as a reply.“So you’re leaving me.” It was a statement, said in a defeated, sad manner.“No. I'm leaving the team. Not you.”“It is the same thing. The team won’t be the same without you.” He slumped against Jack, who put his arm round him and let his fingers twirl in the thick, dark, curly hair.“It’ll probably be better without me doing everything wrong.”“No! It will be worse.” Pecco tilted his head to look straight at Jack, his dark eyes like translucent pools.“We can still see each other.”“It won’t be the same. Teammates together are normal. If people see two riders from different teams together, they will ask questions.”Jack was lost looking into those eyes. “I don’t care. We can hide from them. Keep it secret.”“Maybe. But you’ll be having team meetings with that South African.” Pecco wrinkled up his nose.“Jealous?” Jack smiled, still stroking the dark hair.Pecco glared.“But you’ll have the lovely Enea to keep you company. I think it’ll be him, anyway.”“I don’t want the lovely Enea. He’s annoying. I want you.”Jack gasped. That was the most obvious he’d ever been, the clearest he’d ever stated what he wanted. “Pecco, I—” “Use my real name.”“Okay, Francesco.”“Say it in Australian.”Jack would never understand why his accent amused his teammate so much. “Francesco? Fran-cesco. Fran-ces-co.” With each repetition, the Italian’s eyes grew wider.He suddenly drew Jack to him, inviting him onto his lap, and Jack couldn’t refuse. He straddled Francesco, who leaned in to kiss him.They kissed for a while, Jack’s fingers still tangling in the thick, dark hair, his sturdy body pressed against the more supple one of his lover.Inevitably, a voice shouted, “who’s that? Come out of there!” And torchlight glanced over the couple.Sighing, they wriggled apart, smoothing down their clothes and hair.“Let me.” The Italian stood up and ambled towards the circuit security guards. “Oh, Mr Bagnaia, please excuse us,” said the taller one.“That’s alright, I just wanted some time alone.” He continued speaking to them, explaining that he liked sitting on the grass, he hadn’t realised how dark it had become, and he hadn’t meant to scare them.Jack watched from the undergrowth. As his lover walked away, he threw a passionate glance over his shoulder at Jack, who wondered how such a beautiful man ever decided to want such an ordinary bloke as himself, with average hair, average looks, average everything.He sighed. This was how it was going to be from now on. Nothing more than snatched moments with Francesco, soon to be his ex-teammate.
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Diggia ran back to his motorhome to change, he only had a few minutes to get ready. This was his first proper MotoGP press conference and he felt so important and grown up.He burst in through the door and gasped when he saw someone in the kitchen area.“What are you doing?” he shouted.In a split second Diggia realised it was Enea, stirring something in a saucepan. Enea jumped at the sudden shout, and turned, catching the saucepan handle. As if in slow motion, the pan flew up, tipped over and emptied its contents on the floor. The mixture smelled delicious, but the meal was now ruined.More importantly, it had landed on Diggia’s shoes, which were sitting at the edge of the kitchen area. There was a big splat of tomato sauce, mince and vegetables.Both riders stared in horror at the mess. It looked like someone had been murdered as the red sauce had splashed everywhere, but mostly on the poor shoes.“What are you doing in here?” asked Diggia. “I thought we were meeting up after the press conference.” He undid the zip of his suit, anxious to get changed in time.“I—I—thought I’d make something for our dinner as a surprise,” faltered Enea. “Now it’s all ruined…”And so were Diggia’s shoes. He took a deep breath, trying not to be angry. “It was a lovely idea, but I only have a few minutes, and my shoes seem to be eating the dinner instead of us.”The teammates stared at each other.“I'm so sorry, take mine.” Enea started pulling off his own shoes, which had completely avoided the mess and still looked brand new.“Thanks, but help me get my suit off and get changed.” Enea threw his shoes on the sofa and both riders ran to Diggia’s bedroom and undressed him, then he put on his team t-shirt and chinos while Enea hurried off to clean up the spilt food.“I've got to go, I'll see you later. We can get takeout for dinner instead.” Diggia blew a kiss to his teammate as he put the clean shoes on and ran out of the door.The shoes didn’t fit correctly, but he didn’t care. He was now a proper MotoGP rider, going to press conferences with the big boys. He felt like he was walking on air.
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Even though Fabio hadn’t won the Austrian race, the aftermath of all that second-place excitement and adrenaline inevitably left him feeling a bit low and drained. His crew members were scurrying around clearing up, packing things away, talking about the next race. He felt excluded, surplus to requirements.Fabio didn’t need to do much clearing up in his motorhome, so he sat there for a little while watching TV, but there was nothing good on. He’d enjoyed his chat with Jack after the race, and he felt sure his buddy would be at a loose end too. So he put his shoes on and went out of the front door to look for Jack. The optimistic Australian was always a laugh and knew how to cheer anyone up.He knocked on Jack’s motorhome door, but there was no answer. Disappointed, he tried the handle, and it gave. Jack had forgotten to lock it. Fabio smiled—maybe he could surprise him or play a joke. So after a glance round to make sure no one was spying on him, he slipped through the door.The lounge was empty. Surely even the easy-going Jack wouldn’t go out and leave his home unguarded? Anyone could get in—fans, rivals, saboteurs…The sound of giggling reached Fabio’s ears, it was coming from further inside the motorhome. He hesitated, not wanting to interrupt his friend’s social life, especially as he heard the splashing sound of the shower. Jack wouldn’t be laughing in the shower alone, would he.“Not like that, you galah!”Fabio recognised Jack’s voice, then another male voice said, “you love it, caro mio,” and they both burst out giggling again.That was definitely an Italian man, but Fabio wasn’t sure which one out of so many. He tiptoed towards the shower, hoping to hear more and find out who it was. Just as he reached the bathroom door, however, it flew open and a wet, naked Jack rushed out. He was laughing, but stopped when he smacked into the Frenchman.“What are you doing here, mate?” he asked, his eyes wide.“I—er—was bored—so I came to see…Don’t let me interrupt—er—” Fabio didn’t know where to look. Especially as Jack’s companion appeared at the door. He wasn’t surprised to see it was Francesco Bagnaia, his dark, curly hair slicked down and water running down his naked body.Fabio stared at the ceiling, but his feet wouldn’t move to walk away, even though he was surrounded by his two naked friends.“You can always join us,” said Jack. “A shower is always good to get rid of the sweat and dirt after the race.” He tried to look innocent when Fabio glanced at him.“I’ve already had a shower,” the Frenchman blurted.“It was not as much fun on your own,” said Francesco, with a wink.“Erm—I—well—I—”“Just getting a drink.” Jack pushed past him, his naked body rubbing up against Fabio as the corridor was so narrow.So Fabio was now alone with the wet, tanned Italian, who eyed him up and down slowly, making him blush.“Are you coming?” asked Jack, bustling back past them both with bottles in his hands. “I’ll only ask once.”Why not. Fabio allowed himself to be led into the bathroom, undressed by the two Ducati riders, with a lot of giggling and tickling, and taken into the spacious shower.Well it wasn’t that spacious, because he soon had Jack pressed against his back and Francesco against his front. The Australian’s hard length was nudging at his buttocks while the Italian had his hand around his own and Fabio’s cocks. The water ran down over the three of them, droplets bouncing off tanned muscles and skin, and steam rose off their hot, naked bodies.“So Fabio,” whispered Jack in his ear. “What you up for?”“We were doing everything,” murmured Francesco in his other ear. “How about a hand job? Dai, bello.”“We could do three at once,” said Jack excitedly.“We need big hands.” The Italian chuckled.Fabio began to feel light-headed. Even he hadn’t done that before. “I always like a new experience.”“Or maybe a better way. Jack, come here.” Francesco pulled him closer and kissed him passionately, while he stroked Fabio at the same time.Jack enthusiastically grabbed his teammate’s cock, making him jump, and laugh against Jack’s lips.Fabio had no intention of being left out, so took hold of Jack. The Ducati rider was so pleased that he tore his mouth away from Francesco’s and clumsily kissed Fabio, their tongues and teeth clashing.They were all stroking each other and taking turns to kiss as the hot water poured down their tanned, naked bodies. Fabio thought Jack was more forceful, thrusting his tongue deeply whereas Francesco was more romantic, exploring his mouth carefully. His mind, however, was spinning with having to concentrate on stroking Jack while having the same done to himself. It was like a test: keep control but let go at the same time. The shower glass went steamy as the cubicle heated up, and the trio’s groans echoed round the bathroom.At last they were all satisfied, out of breath and grinning at each other. They spent the next few minutes washing cum off their bare skin, smiling like idiots, giving each other spiky hairstyles with the soap.Fabio felt especially smug—what a great idea it had been to visit Jack at this particular time. He hugged both the Ducati riders at once, and again naked muscles rubbed together.“You want to start again?” asked Francesco with a wink, and they all laughed.“It’s a great way to celebrate being top three!” exclaimed Jack.“We should do this every time we’re on the podium together, yes?”Fabio nodded, with a grin. Even more incentive to win every race.
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Riding into his box after the race, one Fabio would really rather forget and move on from, he hands over his bike and doesn't even sit down in his chair while he takes off his gloves and helmet, giving them to Tom. Shoulders slumped over, he sighs and walks straight to his motorhome leaving Tom behind. His best friend watches him go, knowing he must be very disapointed but also knowing he needs some time alone. In his motorhome, Fabio locks the door, he really doesn't want to see anyone right now, hearing the rain picking up again and falling face forward on the bed, leathers still on but hanging on his hips, groaning when the burn marks make contact with the sheet. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath, he has no idea how the standing are, but he also doesn't want to know, it doesn't matter anyway, it's over. His body jerks when he suddenly feels the bed dip next to him, turning instantly and looking into brown eyes."Get changed, we'll head back to the hotel." Tom says.Fabio nods and lets himself be helped up by Tom before he changes into his jeans and shirt, grabbing his hoodie he follows him out of the motorhome. To get to the parkinglot, they have to pass the podium just when the anthem sounds and Fabio looks up. Smile tugging his lips when he sees Miguel standing on the top step, his look a bit envious but also lustfull. He is, tho, genuinly happy for the Portuguese, always having had a soft spot for him. While walking past the podium Fabio just can't look away, his eyes drink in his slightly red face, raven dark hair that is glistening in the sun, and he licks his lips. Then Miguel's eyes flicker down and catch his, smile coming on the Portuguese lips and tongue peeking out to lick his own lips. Suddenly Fabio stumbles and almost collides with Tom who looks at him questioning."Stop staring, people are looking at you two." he whispers."Sorry."Fabio blushes and can't help but cast a last glance up towards the podium, Miguel now spraying champagne, his dark eyes still looking back before Tom grabs Fabio's shirt and pulls him along.Back in the hotel, Fabio has some dinner with Tom and Diego before they go their separate ways and Fabio discards his clothes to take a shower. Moving underneath the hot stream, he hisses when the water makes contact with his burn mark, being careful when he soaps himself up and rinses himself again. He's drying off when there is a knock on the hotel room door, wrapping a towel around his waist he walks into the room and opens the door."Miguel, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to celibrate with the team?""Yeah, already did, I was just" Miguel stops when Fabio shivers."It's a bit cold with the door open, come in, so I can close it.""OK." Fabio moves aside and Miguel walks past him inside the room, turning around and watching Fabio closes it."When you looked at me on the podium, I thought I saw you looking a bit...sad. I was just wondering if you're OK?"Miguel can't help but let his eyes moving over the Frenchman's body and biting his lip."See something you like?" Fabio asks, making Miguel look at him."Everyone knows you have a beautiful body."Fabio widens his eyes and sees the shock on Miguels face."Shit, did I say that aloud?" he says, laughing nervously.Fabio smiles and comes closer, Miguel wants to step back but Fabio takes his hand."You're not so bad yourself either, Miguel." he whispers.Miguel blushes and looks away, their hands still holding, fingers playing with each other, Miguel reaches out a finger of his other hand and circles the burn on Fabio's chest, making the Frenchman whimper, a sound that goes straight to Miguels cock."You ever been kissed by a guy?" Miguel asks, brown eyes flicker up to Fabio's."Actually I have." he smiles."Yeah? How did it feel?" Miguel inquires."How about I show you?" Without waiting for an answer, Fabio leans in and kisses him, it's soft en sweet and over much too soon for Miguel's liking."I need a bit more to form a good judgement." he says shyly.Fabio laughs and steps up against him, his free hand tangling in dark hair and sealing their lips in a deep passionate kiss, lips open and tongues meet in a sensual dance. Miguel moaning into Fabio's mouth, the Yamaha rider pushing Miguel up against the sofa, the KTM rider feeling how Fabio grabs a leg and lifts it up, rocking his hips forward."Oh shit..." Miguel's breaths. "You want to find out how it's like to be fucked by a guy?""Yes, please yes just....." Miguel stops talking and bites his lip."Just what?" Fabio asks and his thumb slowly pulls his lip from between the KTM riders teeth."Will it hurt?" Miguel asks and his eyes convey a little worry."Yes, I can't deny that but I'll be as gentle as I can, make this good for you."Miguel nods and lets himself be guided to the bedroom, Fabio kisses him again and steps back before he removes his towel, cock already standing up and Miguels eyes go there, licking his lips. Watching how Fabio's fingers curl around it, and he tugs it a few times before he moves up again. "You are slightly overdressed." Fabio says.His hands slip underneath his shirt and Miguel raises his arms to let him take it off, the Frenchman's hands sliding over tanned skin, strong muscles and Miguel moans. Fabio smiles and his hands move lower, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing it down his hips and even though he is still in boxers, Fabio can see Miguel is aroused too, very aroused. Pressing the heel of his hand against Miguel's cock, the Portuguese moans and throws his head back, inviting Fa bio to lean in and kiss and nip his neck while he feels him rock forward into his hand. "That feels fantastic." Fabio hums and removes his hand, earning him a frustrated cry from Miguel, slipping his hands underneath his boxers he grabs his ass cheeks ad pulls him flush against him, rocking his hips forward."You want that inside you, baby?" Fa bio whispers."Yes." "Get on the bed then." he says, pushing the boxers down and Miguel steps out, walking to the bed and lying down. Fabio hums and lets his eyes roam over his gorgeous body, cock standing up and already leaking some cum. Getting on the bed he slides between Miguel's legs, pushing them out en leaning forward, both men moaning when their cocks rub together, Miguel's hands grabbing Fabio's ass cheeks and pulling him against him while rocking up again, Fabio feeling the other's cock twitch, and he opens his mouth to warn him but it's already too late."Fuck." Miguel sighs.Fabio laughs and sits back, watching how Miguel covers his face with his hands."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Fabio I just couldn't contain myself, your cock just felt so good against mine and I just..."Miguel's hands fly away from his face when he feels lips wrap around his cock, sucking and a devilish tongue swirling around the tip before he licks his cum up."Don't worry, we have time."Fa bio grabs a pillow and maneuvers it underneath Miguel, nodding towards the bedside table."There's lube in there."Miguel opens it and hands Fabio the lube, the Frenchman instructing Miguel to pull up his knees while he lubes his fingers and squirts an amount between his ass cheeks having Miguel shiver."If you want me to stop, tell me and I will, ok?"Miguel nods, watching how Fabio leans in and sucks his cock again while he feels his finger at his hole, moaning and whimpering while Fabio is doing the most amazing and wonderful things to him with his lips and tongue, he feels a finger slipping inside. Falling back on the bed, he lifts his hips and rocks them down on his finger."More, please."Fabio hums, sending shivers thru Miguel's body, and he pushes in a second finger, scissoring them and moving them and when he brushes his prostate, Miguel howls at the ceiling."Sshhh." Fabio warns him.Miguel nods and pushes his lips into a thin line, hips still rocking down on his fingers, and he feels a third finger being pushes inside."Oh my fucking god.....""Are you ready?""Yes, please just fuck me." Fabio pulls back his fingers and moves upwards, hands on either side of Miguel's face, taking his cock in hand and aligning it against his opening, slipping the tip inside, watching Miguel for any signs of discomfort but all he sees is desire, longing, need. Placing one hand next to his face, the other grabs the headboard, and he leans in to seal their lips in a passionate kiss while he slams inside the Portuguese. Miguel's body rocks upwards, scream being swallowed by Fabio, and he stills."You ok?""Yes, again."Fabio pulls out almost all the way before he slams in again and pauses."Again."Fabio repeats the movement but doesn't stop now, he keeps slamming inside Miguel hard and slow, so deep and brushing his prostate with every slam inside him, fucking him hard and the KTM rider loves it. When Fabio swivels his hips on an inwards thrust, Miguel's eyes close in pleasure, mouth dropping open in a perfect '0' and Fabio leans in to kiss him deep. Hand dropping from the headboard and moving over his side, hip and leg, hooking in his kneecap and hitching it higher up on his hip while pushing it outside, being able to slam inside even deeper. Miguel's hands move to his shoulders, finger digging in the skin while Fabio starts a brutal pace, fucking him rough now and moans and whimpers and smell of sex heavy in the air. Feeling his own climax coming fast, the Frenchman slows his pace and looks at Miguel."Are you close?" he asks."So close, please, I need to cum so badly."Fa bio sits up, arms hooking underneath his knees and almost folding him in half while he fucks him fast, Miguel pushing himself up on his elbows, watching Fa bio's muscles tighten with every inwards thrust, his own cock so hard it almost hurts, head an angry red."Touch yourself." Fabio says.Miguel's hand instantly moves to his cock, and he tugs it frantically, feeling his balls tighten and watching his cum shoot out, landing on his stomach, releasing a cry of pleasure. He can feel Fabio pulling back, but he clenches his hole around him."No, cum inside me."Fabio nods, fucking him a couple of times before he empties himself inside the Portuguese, groaning and closing his eyes, feeling Miguel's muscles clench around him, milking him dry of every drop he has.Collapsing on top of him, Miguel wraps his arms around the Frenchman who murmurs something."What was that?" "Hurt...you....?""No," Miguel smiles,"you didn't, you were perfect."
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Fabio is already back in his motor home when he sees Alex is missing from the row on the left, and he frowns, doing a quick search he stumbles on what happened pretty quickly."Oh no...." Fabio murmurs.Even tho he feels pretty shit after what happened and that he probably threw away the title, he knows Alex must feel even worse, taking out Jack, the home hero, the fan favorite like that. It was good to see Alex stayed with him and even looked him up in the box. Fabio grabs his phone and sends him a message.
Where are you?
It takes awhile before Alex answers, and for a moment Fabio gets worried, but then his phone beeps with the answer.
Hotel room
Are you alone?
When Alex answers with yes, Fabio grabs his things and quickly sends a message to Tom saying where he is going, Tom being one of the few that knows about his on and off hook up's with Alex, and he messages him back to tell him he's sorry about what happened.Soon after, Fabio arrives in the hotel, and he makes his way up to the Honda floor, he doesn't have to sneak around because everyone is still at the track, so he knocks on Alex' door and waits. When it opens, he sees sad green eyes look at him and his heart breaks, Alex opens the door and steps back to let him in. Fabio turns around and waits until Alex has closed the door before he pulls the older into his arms. Alex lets himself be enveloped by Fabio, which is a bit awkward because Alex is quite a bit taller, and they move to the couch where he pulls the Honda rider on his lap."I'm so sorry about what happened, are you ok?""I'm fine, I'm more sorry for Jack tho, he said it was ok, and he's glad we're both ok.""Jack is a good guy." Fabio smiles."He is," Alex agrees and looks at Fabio," what about you?""I don't know, I guess...... I killed my own changes at the title.""It's only like, 14 points, you can overcome that.""It's not just about me, it's about the bike that just isn't fast enough, it's about not only fighting Pecco but also seven other Ducati's, you saw Zarco in the previous race, you saw what Bez did this race. I want to fight, but I can't fight all of that alone, Alex.""I'm sorry, babe." "Yeah me too.""So," Alex says and smiles," the race is still like, 14 laps, right?""Right.""Meaning we are all alone."Alex' smile turns devilish and Fabio laughs, knowing where this is going, and he leans in while Alex does the same, and their lips meet in a sweet kiss. Fabio's hands move around his waist and slip underneath Alex' shirt, slowly moving up and the older shivers. Moving back a little, Alex moves his kisses from his lips to his neck, Fabio leaning his head back to give him more room, and he moans softly when Alex sucks his pulse point, hips rocking up automatically and Alex chuckles."Bedroom?" "Yes." Before Alex ca move, Fabio stands up with him in his arms, Alex wraps his legs around Fabio and holds on tight. Even tho Fabio is the smaller one, he's much stronger and in the bedroom, Fabio places Alex on the ground. They undress each other slowly, clothes falling on the ground in a heap before they move between the sheets, Alex ending up half on top of Fabio where the kissing continues. Hands move over skin and breath mingles, the two exchanging kisses, soft and sweet and occasionally a giggle escapes. "Can I fuck you?" Alex asks and blushes."You don't have to ask, Alex, if you want to fuck me, then work me open and fuck me.""Sorry, I am still sort of new to this.""I know." Fabio smiles and reaches out to cup Alex' face, he looks so much younger than himself even tho Alex is two years his senior, the two only seeking each other out when both fancy a distraction. Fabio pulls the other down and kisses him before he moves to the middle of the bed and opens his legs for Alex."Come on, baby, work me open and fuck me." he says, ending with a wink.Alex' eyes light up, and he gets some lube out of a drawer and squirts something on his hands, pushing Fabio's legs out more with one hand and moving the other between his legs, slipping through his ass cheeks, Fabio moans and closes his eyes, hips pushing back and Alex smiles. Circling his hole with his finger, his thumb moves to Fabio's perineum, and he puts some pressure on it. Fabio moans load and pushes his hips down, needing more. Alex, however, has other plans and shifts his weight a little, making it easier for himself to work Fabio open with his fingers while he leans forward and licks a stripe over the underside of Fabio's cock, curling his tongue around the head and slipping it inside his mouth before he sucks hard.Fabio's hand slips in Alex' hair, tugging and rocking up before pushing his hips down again on this long fingers that work him open slowly."So fucking good already, Alex." Alex practically glows, still in awe at the reactions he can coax out of the younger rider, eyes moving admiringly over a tanned, sweaty body, lingering on the burn mark before they move lower, abdomen muscles tightening and relaxing before tightening again. Suddenly Fabio moves, eyes going open and lifting himself up on his elbows and Alex stops while his eyes look at him."Fuck me, Alex, now, I need to feel your cock deep inside me."Alex smiles, sitting on his legs and shuffling between Fabio's, hands grabbing his hips and moving him over his lap, Fabio falls back on the bed again, feeling how Alex aligns himself against his opening, and he slips the tip inside. Fabio breathes out a deep breath and licks his lips before he looks at Alex."Slow, fuck me slow, I want to feel every glorious inch of your amazing cock."Alex sits up, legs slightly wide now, and slowly moves his cock inside Fabio, the younger's eyes rolling in the back of his head of pleasure before they close. "Fuck yes."Alex pulls out almost all the way before he pushes in again slow, swiveling his hips, making Fabio fist the sheet in his hands, lip getting caught in his teeth."No," Alex says, hand reaching out to free the abused lip," we are alone, I want to hear you.""Yeah?" "Oh yeah, I want to hear you moan and whimper, I want to hear all the beautiful sounds you're making while I fuck you."Alex moves his hand to Fabio's hip again and continues his slow fucking of Fabio, in, swivel, out. In, swivel, out. He keeps it up for so long, Fabio grows impatient and starts to move with him. Soft moans and groans, whines and whimpers escape the Yamaha rider and Alex revels in them, upping the tempo a little, Fabio's breathing becomes heavy, moving his hips in the same rhythm as Alex thrusting. "Faster, please, Alex......" Hearing Fabio beg like that, for him, for his cock makes it swell ever more and his hands tighten their grip on Fabio's hips, thrusting faster and deeper inside, Fabio's moans turning into deep groans and his breathing turns to panting. Releasing his hips and moving his hands to either side of his face, Alex starts thrusting in earnest now. Short jerks of his hips drive his cock deep inside Fabio, who is pushed up the bed with every thrust."Are you close?""Yes...""You want to cum?""Fuck yes.""Tell me how much.""So fucking much, Alex, please......you're killing me.... I need to cum on your cock. Make me cum, make me scream."Alex grabs Fabio's hands and starts slamming inside now, slow turning into hard, and Fabio wails at the ceiling, eyes shut tightly and back arching before his body jerks. Alex knows this is the sign and his eyes move lower, watching how spurts of cum shoots out of his cock with every inwards thrust, landing on Fabio's stomach. Licking his lips, Alex keeps watching, fucking beautiful, watching Fabio cum is such a sight to behold and Alex feels honored the Frenchman allows him to see him like that. In his unguarded moment, Fabio suddenly turns them around and Alex finds himself on his back with Fabio on top, his cock sliding in deeper, and he starts riding Alex hard and fast. The older is the one moaning loud now, feeling Fabio leaning back and fingers fondle his balls, having Alex howling at the ceiling before his balls tighten, and he shoots his load deep inside Fabio, making the Yamaha rider's body rock into another orgasm. Falling forward, exhausted and spend, Fabio feels two arms lovingly embrace him and pulling him in tight. Neither care about the sticky mess they will be when they wake up, nothing matters right now, just them.
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Pol sighed. He and Marc had only been going out for a quiet drink to celebrate a good race, but of course Marc had become involved in a competition again, he always did. He had to win everything.They were challenged by a group of drinkers who teased that they couldn't build a house out of some playing cards. Of course this immediately made both of them want to prove they could, so they each built their own houses of cards. Then the others joined in and the one with the flimsiest house was knocked out of the competition.The next task was setting up a stack of glasses and then pouring alcohol into the top one so it spilled down into all the glasses. Then another of the group was eliminated from the competition. They all went through many rounds, Pol was knocked out during the catching peanuts in your mouth round. Marc had improved greatly at that since making the infamous walnut video with his brother.Then the final pair ended up as Marc of course, versus a blond guy.Seeing an opportunity to sell more drinks, the bar management joined in and the final challenge was dancing on the bar and stripping.Thinking that Marc and the other guy wouldn't want to do this, Pol laughed, but he had a shock when Marc jumped onto the bar, shouting, “That doesn't scare me!”Of course it didn’t. Pol rolled his eyes. Nothing scared Marc. The blond guy followed Marc. “Bring it on!” he shouted. They were both a bit tipsy. None of the riders drunk a lot because it affected their riding, but Marc was drunk enough to lose his inhibitions. Not that he had many inhibitions to start with.They were mostly dancing but Marc kept undoing more and more buttons on his shirt, making the crowd whistle and howl. Pol hadn’t realised before how muscly his teammate was, and how good looking. He shook his head and wondered if he’d drunk more than he thought.Marc and the blond guy danced up and down the bar, egging each other on. Marc eventually removed his shirt, whirled it round his head and threw it into the crowd, which caused an almost deafening chorus of howling, whistling and catcalling.Not to be outdone, the blond guy did the same, and the roof almost blew off the bar with the noise.Catching Marc’s cheeky glance, Pol got up, and pushed through the crowd towards him.The barmaid put a glass of some kind of beer into Marc's outstretched hand. Was he going to drink it? No…he just poured it over his head. The liquid soaked his hair and ran down his bare, tanned chest to the accompaniment of cheers and comments about what the guys in the bar would like to do to him.Pol felt a surge of anger. He wasn’t much older than his teammate but he’d been feeling protective of him since his horrific accident recently.Taking a break from prancing around on the bar, Marc unsteadily took his shoes and socks off, and threw them into the baying mob. The blond guy was copying him, and was equally popular with the customers.“I'm going to fuck the dark-haired one over that table,” said a nearby man to his friend, and they laughed nastily.A wave of rage rose within Pol. He shoved forward to stand at the front of the crowd. No one would be violating his teammate tonight.“The contest is even!” shouted the bar manager. “What final task could they do to win it?”“Crowd surf!” shouted someone.Marc held his arms out and turned his back on the revellers. “Are you going to catch me?” he asked.“Yesssss!” they howled.Bracing himself, Pol watched as his teammate flung himself back onto the outstretched arms. The blond guy was staring jealously at the handsome half-naked rider. He’s my friend, not yours, Pol thought crossly.For a while, Marc floated serenely on the hands, but then he started sinking down. Pol elbowed his way towards him.There was a scuffle and Marc was submerged in a horde of groping and grasping hands.“Get off!” he shouted, fighting them.Pol forced his way through the pack and hauled Marc towards him, protecting him with his body. It was new and quite enjoyable to have a half-naked, sweaty and soaking wet Marc in his arms.The blond guy was also struggling with a gang of potential lovers.“Oi!” shouted the bar manager, and his staff started breaking up the fights.“Calm down! Back off!” they yelled. “Or we’ll call the police!”“Come on.” Pol dragged Marc away. “Let’s get out of here.”“My clothes…”“Never mind that, you can wear some of mine.” Pol hustled his teammate out of the bar and they ran hand in hand towards the hotel.“I think I won that competition,” said Marc smugly. “You said I’d be a good stripper.” He winked.“I said I will pay a lot for you.” Pol waggled his eyebrows.“You saved me from being torn apart just now. I owe you a strip.” He giggled. They were outside the hotel now.Pol hesitated but couldn’t resist. “I guess you do. My room or yours?”“I thought you’d never ask…”“Really?” Pol ushered him through the front door.“I had to get your attention somehow didn’t I?” Marc smiled sweetly.“You succeeded.” They hurried off into Pol’s bedroom.
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“It’s very cool,” said Pedro, eyeing his teammate’s golden Moto2 champion’s race suit as they walked from the podium. “Maybe I’ll get one like that someday.”Augusto basked in his admiration. “It makes me feel like a superhero.” He struck a heroic pose. “Faster than a speeding bullet, me.”“Hopefully you’ll be like that in MotoGP then.”“Maybe I should take the suit with me.” The older rider laughed. Nothing could upset him today, he was Moto2 champion, and no one could take that away now. Not even Jake Dixon.“Oh…I was hoping to inherit it…” Pedro giggled.“You can’t have my suit, it wouldn’t fit you.”“How do you know?” The younger man stood up to his full height and flexed his muscles. “I'm still growing. You could leave it to me when you go to MotoGP.”“No you're not having it. It’s mine.” But Augusto laughed and patted his teammate on the shoulder. He was permanently happy now. “See you later at the gala.”The pair separated to go and get ready. Pedro had a plan. He quickly had a shower and got changed, then sneaked back to Augusto’s room. He knew his teammate liked to have long showers and spend ages washing his hair and generally pampering himself.So he snuck round the GP room trailer and found an open window. Being a small, supple young guy he managed to crawl through it and landed in the hallway.Now where would the golden suit be? It wouldn't be in a crumpled heap on the floor, that’s for sure. He went to listen at the bathroom and heard his teammate singing in the shower. What a terrible voice. He went to the bedroom and forced the door, he had learned to do that some years ago.Pedro tiptoed in and there was the suit, leaning against the wall as if it was a rider standing up. He gasped. It was so beautiful. What if he tried it on? Surely Augusto would have an extra-long shower today after winning the title so he’d never know.He quickly stripped his t-shirt and trousers off and wriggled into the gold suit. As he was smaller than his teammate, he was able to zip it up quite easily and stood in front of the mirror. He said out loud, “I'm the Moto2 champion,” and did various macho poses.“What the hell do you think you're doing?” shouted a voice.Pedro nearly jumped out of the suit. He turned to see his teammate standing with a towel round his waist, hair dripping and water running off him.“I’m—I’m—” Pedro stuttered, clutching at a nearby chair to stop himself toppling over. He didn’t know where to look so he studied the floor.“You're trying to steal my golden suit, that's what you're doing,” said Augusto, but he was smiling.“Does it look good on me?” asked the younger rider, posturing vainly.“Unfortunately it does, you little brat. Now will you go away, I have to get changed for the gala.”Suddenly they heard loud voices outside.“Who’s that?” hissed Pedro.“My crew. They’ll be furious if they see you wearing that.” He pushed his young teammate into the wardrobe. “Take it off in there.”“Augusto, where are you?” shouted a voice. “Getting changed, hold on a minute!” He quickly dried himself and put on his gala outfit, ignoring the shuffling noises and swearing coming from the wardrobe.The door opened. “Hurry up, man, we’ll be late.”“Wait outside!” Augusto shoved his crewmate out into the hall. He didn’t want them to find Pedro in his room.Eventually he went out, shutting the door behind him, after a worried glance at the wardrobe.“You took your time!” The crew members were standing in the hall, dressed in suits, and they whistled and catcalled as they saw their smartly-dressed rider.“Don’t suppose you know where Pedro is?” asked one of them. “No one can find him anywhere.”Augusto put on his most innocent face. “Nope. Haven’t seen him since—since the podium.”“Also, are you bringing your golden suit to the gala? We thought we could put it on display and—”“No! No. Don’t bother. It’s—erm—it’s all sweaty and er—Just no.”“Why not? We arranged a special stand for it in the—”“I said, no! I mean…it’s not important.” He avoided their eyes as they stared at him in confusion.“Come on, let’s go.” He hustled them out of the trailer, hoping Pedro had sorted himself out.In the wardrobe, however, the rookie had become tangled up. The cramped wardrobe full of clothes made it almost impossible to move, let alone take off a tight-fitting leather suit. So he barged out of the doors and fell onto Augusto’s bed. The zip was well and truly jammed and wouldn’t budge. He needed help, but who from?Suddenly he spied his phone lying on the floor in his trouser pocket, and wriggled over to it. He texted Augusto: can’t get out of your suit, help!He got a very quick answer: coming, stay thereA few minutes later, the older rider came bounding into the room. He looked so handsome in his black evening suit and shirt with his hair styled neatly for once, a great contrast to his usual state of either leathers or t-shirt and shorts. “I had to make some stupid excuse to leave, they think I'm insane.” He pushed Pedro flat on the bed and started working on the jammed zip.Pedro felt a giggle rising up, he couldn’t suppress it and began shaking with laughter. Here he was lying on a bed, being undressed by a good-looking man.“Keep still, you little shit,” Augusto ordered but was also laughing.At last they managed to unzip the suit and Pedro rolled out of it, wearing only his underpants.“Now I’ll have to run back to the gala. Don’t let anyone see you leaving my room, they’ll gossip.” He straightened his clothes and prepared to go. “And don’t take the golden suit with you. I'll see you at the gala? You’ve still got time to go back to your room and change.”Pedro gazed at him. “I hate galas, I'm not going.” He sulkily put his casual clothes back on. He looked scruffy anyway, compared to the suave Augusto and no doubt all the other gala guests.“Why’s that?”“I don't really like people. I prefer bikes…you must understand that. Can’t I just stay here? Then no one will see me leaving and you won’t have to worry.”“Just what are you planning? What are you going to do with my suit? Or are you going to destroy my room?”“No, no, I swear I won't.”“So you're not coming to the KTM party either?”“Oh yes, okay, I can do that. I don't mind KTM parties where I know everyone. It's just—I don't like those massive events with millions of people.”Augusto stared at him, surprised by this nervous side to his teammate. He was so young though—seven years younger than himself, after all.“Can I stay here, then?” “So you mean til the team party?”Pedro nodded.“So I’ll fetch you from here to take you to the party?” Why was this sounding like a date? Picking up his date on the way to a party.“That would be great. I'll stay here and watch TV or something.”“Just—just don’t mess up my gold suit. Or I’ll kill you!” He smiled though.Pedro smiled back, and settled down on the bed with the remote control.The Moto2 champion stepped out of the room to go to the gala, quite liking the idea of having someone waiting for him when he got back.But when he did return, Pedro was curled up asleep in bed, looking extremely cute and peaceful. Augusto wondered what he should do now. At the beginning of the year, he and Pedro had started out arguing over the bike number 37, but Augusto had won the battle. He hadn’t let a cheeky rookie have it all his own way. But over the season they’d become more like friends, or something, he wasn’t sure what.He tiptoed round changing out of his formal gala suit and into something more comfortable. He kept getting the feeling he was being watched, but when he looked over, Pedro’s eyes were always tightly shut.At last Augusto was ready and stood looking at his unexpected guest. Should he wake him or not?But Pedro’s eyes opened and he stared at his teammate. He was now wearing jeans and a white shirt, which made him look just as handsome as the black evening suit had. It was kind of annoying how Augusto looked good in anything.“Coming to the party with me, then?”The younger rider smiled nervously. “You want me to go to the party with you? But I’m a mess.” He looked down at his crumpled clothes and ran a hand through his tousled hair.“No you aren’t. You’re Rookie of the Year. But we can go to your room so you can clean up if you want?”Pedro sat up and swung out of the bed. “Can I come back here after the party?”They stared at each other for a moment.“Yes, if you want to.” Augusto held out his hand and they went out of the room. Together.
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It was late and Fabio was sitting alone in his motorhome after the gala. He just felt empty and flat, like a balloon which had all the air let out of it. He'd been so hoping to win today and take the title for the second year running, but even though he’d tried his best he'd fallen short and Pecco had won.He heard the noise of shouting and laughing outside and looked out of the window to see the eight Ducati riders walking by—Pecco, Jack, Johan, Jorge, Luca, Bez, Diggia and Enea—laughing and joking, but there was someone else with them. It was his actual teammate Franco.Fabio's heart sank. Of course, as Franco was a VR46 rider, he was obviously going to be more loyal to the group of Ducatis than his Yamaha teammate Fabio. In fact, Franco hadn’t really helped him at any time during the year, even though it was because he had a hopeless bike, so it wasn't really his fault. But Fabio would have loved to have some friendly support like Pecco had.He sat on the sofa not knowing what to do. He was too wound up to sleep and then he heard the Binder brothers shouting to each other outside. So Darryn was another of his team mates out there having fun. Cal had gone off with his friends and Tom was no doubt entwined with Mathilde, so Fabio was alone. He switched on the TV and flipped through the channels aimlessly.There was a knock on the door and he wondered who it could be. Just in case it was someone he didn’t like, he peeked out of the window to see Miguel Oliveira holding a large box.Intrigued, Fabio opened the door. “Hey,” he said to the unexpected guest. “Everything OK?”“Yes. I just wanted to see how you are because you looked so upset after the race and then you didn’t look happy in the gala, so I came round to see if you're okay,” blurted Miguel, blushing a little. It wasn’t like him to be flustered, he was usually cool, calm and collected.How kind, Fabio thought. “Come in,” he said, ushering him through the door. “I can't sleep and obviously you can't either. Come and have a beer or something.” He’d drunk loads already at the gala but so what.Miguel strode in, carrying the box in front of him as if it was something very precious. “I brought this for you,” he said and pushed it at Fabio, who took it in surprise. “Open it.”Fabio did so. “Oh wow,” he said. “It's a helmet…what have you written on it?” He peered at the visor, which read: For Quarta, the real champ. And Miguel had signed it.“Because you are the real champ,” he said. “You had no support for the whole year. Pecco had all those Ducatis supporting and defending him but you had no one and you had to do it all yourself. And it was on inferior machinery.” He stared at Fabio.The Frenchman thought he had never heard Miguel say as much as this, usually he was quite concise. “It's so kind of you, it’s really cheered me up. I'll get one of my helmets for you.” He stepped away.“Oh, just whenever, anytime.”“I’ll get beers for us.” Fabio went towards the kitchen, feeling warm and fuzzy at the arrival of a visitor with a gift. He’d been so lost with nobody to talk to, and now someone had come to keep him company.He took the beers out of the fridge and went back to see that Miguel was watching TV. He sat down next to him and they skimmed through the channels looking for funny shows. Unfortunately there were lots of sport channels raving about Pecco winning the title, so Miguel tactfully flipped past those. But as Fabio continued drinking, he got more and more angry.“I'm such an idiot!” he blurted after a while, waving his beer bottle. “I had a massive lead over Pecco but I just threw it away. What a jerk.” He thumped the sofa, making Miguel jump.“No you didn't, these things happen,” said the KTM rider soothingly. “Pecco had seven teammates defending him and you had none. Well, three, but they were worse than useless. In that last race I was trying to catch you to defend you from behind, but I couldn't get there in time, I was too far back.”“Well, that's really nice.” Fabio clinked his bottle with Miguel’s. “I heard that you and a few other guys wanted me to win, it’s good to know I had some support.”“I was the main supporter.” Miguel sat up proudly. “I can do the same next year if you like—protect you in the race.”Fabio gasped. “No! I don’t need babysitting, I—”“No, no! I didn’t mean babysitting, I just meant—”They stared at each other in confusion, then Fabio leapt up and stomped away. “I don’t need anyone to help me! Why do people think I'm a baby who needs help!” “I don’t think that! No one does!”“I don’t need you or anyone else! I can win easily on my own!”“Yeah…you really showed that this year didn’t you…”Fabio glared at him. Then started laughing, more and more until tears were brimming in his eyes.Miguel uneasily joined in laughing and then realised Fabio’s chuckles had actually turned to sobs. He strode over to the Frenchman. “Come along, you can win next year,” he said, patting him on the shoulder. Fabio fell against him and so Miguel was forced to hug him, or he’d have fallen over, wouldn’t he.Fabio stood there crying on his shoulder until he led him back to the sofa and sat them both down, saying, “there, there, it’s alright.”After a short while, Fabio’s tears died down. “Sorry, I’ve made your shirt wet,” he mumbled. Miguel wiped the younger man’s eyes with his sleeve. “That’s okay, I’ll live.”“I'm such a mess.”“Fabio. Listen. You just went through a big day, after months of tension. It’s normal to be emotional.”Fabio gave a small smile. “When did you get so wise?”“It’s because I'm Portuguese. We are all very wise.”Fabio giggled.“But we should stick together against these Italians and Spanish. Those of us who are French, Portuguese, Australian…”“You mean make an alliance? Against the Ducatis? We’ll leave Jack out then. He’s one of the enemy.”They laughed and Fabio cuddled up to Miguel.“Where’s all your friends, anyway? Tom? Your teammates?”Fabio related the stories of where they all were.“That’s no good. Where’s their loyalty?”“Dunno. I guess they thought I was tired.” He shrugged. “They think I'm in bed asleep.”Miguel patted his arm.“Thanks for coming, anyway, I—” Fabio interrupted himself by leaning forward and kissing Miguel on the lips.The Portuguese rider flinched and moved back a bit.“Sorry. I'm—I can’t do anything right this year, I'm so stupid.” Fabio moved back, blushing and looking down.“No! No, I was just surprised, that’s all.” This time Miguel leaned forward and kissed Fabio. They fell back onto the sofa and wriggled around, pressing tightly together, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.Fabio relaxed into the fleecy surface with the solid weight of Miguel on top of him. He felt secure, he could just let go and forget about the awful day…the awful year. All the painful emotions flew away, leaving just physical sensations—the warmth of their bodies, the heat of their mouths, their hard muscles rubbing together.He tangled his fingers in the thick, black hair and felt his own hair being stroked too. All his crew and friends had hugged him but this was like an upgraded hug—better and hotter and just…more. Perhaps Miguel could be my teammate next year and they could get rid of Franco. Perhaps Miguel could stay here in my motorhome with me. Perhaps he could just stay kissing me forever.They paused for breath, then Fabio gazed up with crossed eyes at Miguel and said, “I think I'm drunk.” “Oh. Are you?” The older man was suddenly worried and moved back a bit.“What are you doing?”“You’re four years younger than me, I don’t want to take advantage.”“I'm fine, honestly.” Fabio pulled him down again, and whispered against his lips, “I'm the Real Champ, you said so. I can handle anything.”***The next thing they knew, they were waking up on the sofa later, cramped and sweaty. But warm and cosy at the same time.“Oh, ow,” groaned Miguel, carefully sliding onto the floor as he didn’t want to knee Fabio anywhere painful.“What time is it?” Fabio peered over at the TV clock. “Only 0400?”“I hope my crew haven’t been knocking at my door. I’d better go.” He stood up awkwardly and smoothed down his hair.“Do you have to?” The French rider smiled sweetly up at him, his hair all messed up too. “You could—we could—go to my bed? And just sleep I mean. We’re pretty tired.”“Yes, I—I’d like that.”So they went off into Fabio’s bedroom and got into the cosy double bed. Fabio lay there, eyes tightly shut, he looked so pale and vulnerable that Miguel’s heart fluttered and he stroked Fabio’s hair until he fell asleep and snored. “Sleep well, Champ.” Miguel smiled and stayed awake a bit longer, then drifted off as the paddock quietened down in the early Monday morning.
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The party at the Gala is still going when Fabio decided to go back to the hotel, trying to find Tom but being unable to, he makes his way back to his hotel room.Back in his hotel room, Fabio can see the building where the party is still going, and he turns away, even tho he made peace with the fact he isn't the world champion anymore, it still hurt to see Pecco putting that plate on the trophy, right next to his and even tho he loves a good party, staying would have only reminded him of what he lost.Taking off his jacket and trowing it away, he hears a knock on the door, smile creeping up his lips before he calls out it's open. Hearing the door open and close, he turns around, but the words die on his lips when he sees someone else than he anticipated."Enea, what are you doing here?""I just..." The young Italian nervously shifts his feet," when Pecco slid his plaque in place, I noticed you looked away, you seemed hurt.""Yeah, I was." Fabio says, moving closer."I'm sorry, I wish I could have helped you more, I could have won in Malaysia, Johann could have passed him some races before, but we weren't allowed, neither of the Ducati riders were."Fabio smiles wryly and looks away before he looks at Enea again, the Italian closer than he was, and his eyes look at him intently."It's not fair, is it?""Yeah, well, life isn't fair sometimes." Fabio shrugs."I just want you to know that you are more than a champion, Pecco will ever be in my eyes.""Really?""Yeah, Pecco needed me and Johann and some of the others to form a buffer from anyone, he was handed over points and thus was able to win it, at least you can say you won the title on your own, with no help, from anyone that's worth a lot more.""Thank you, it means a lot coming from a Ducati rider and for what it's worth, I'm glad it's you.""Yeah?" "Yes, I've always admired you for what you achieved this season, you were brilliant, and I really hope you can be in the fight next season and even be better than Pecco.""How amazing would it be if it was just you and me next season." Enea smiles wickedly."Very," Fabio laughs,"you want something to drink?""Oh, yeah, sure." Enea says.Fabio nods and walks off to get some beers from the fridge, walking back inside he sees Enea has walked to the window, jacket discarded, and his mirror image shows Fabio he untied his bow tie and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. Hands in his pockets, and he suddenly looks so young, even tho he is a year older than Fabio himself. "The party will be going on for hours, I'm sure." Enea says."Wish we could somehow drown the music, tho."Enea smiles and turns to take the beer and walks over to the stereo."Let's have our own party, then." Turning it up to 10 Fabio laughs but turns it down a bit only to have his hand slapped away before it is turned to 10 again. Enea quickly takes Fabio's hand to lead him away, and they sit down on the couch. There's no use in talking because they wouldn't even hear the other in the noise anyway, so they just listen to the music and now and then sing along to the lyrics while drinking their beer.After some time and several beers, both are feeling the alcohol and Fabio has half slumped down on the couch, eyes drooping, and Enea looks at him. Feeling bold, he reaches out his hand and cups Fabio's face making the Frenchman look at the Italian, a soft smile on his lips and before Fabio can do something, the other leans in and kisses him, it's forceful and hard and to his surprise, Fabio loves it. Letting himself be pushed back into the couch, Enea covers his body with his own. Fabio spreads his legs, Enea falling between them and not wasting any time he pushes his hips against the others. Fabio shivers when he feels Enea is already hard, really hard, and he moans, feeling Enea's hand slipping underneath his shirt and caressing his skin, fingertips leaving a trail of fire on his skin, and he's s hot suddenly. Breaking the kiss for a second, Enea helps him to take it off and throwing it next to the couch, dark eyes taking in the tanned skin and hard muscles. Before he has the chance to really admire, hands grab his long curly hair and Enea is being pulled down again into a deep kiss. Both moan into it, and Enea rocks forward, having Fabio's breath hitch. The Italian's hand slides down over soft skin, finding its way to Fabio's pants, making quick work of the closure and squirming his hand inside. Fabio moans and moves up a little to help him, and a shaky breath escapes the French rider when fingers grip his shaft and squeeze a little."Oh fuck..." Fabio's head falls back onto the couch, eyes closing while concentrating on those fingers while soft lips kiss his skin. Enea moves back, earning a whine from Fabio, and he smiles, opening his eyes he smiles too when he sees the Italian has lost his shirt and is working on his pants."You have something?" Enea asks while getting out of his pants."You're going to fuck me here?" Fabio asks, raising an eyebrow."Damn right, I am."Tearing open Fabio's pants, he flings it across the room, while Fabio reaches for the stand and grabs lube to hand it over. Enea is sitting between his legs now, opening the lube while Fabio takes off his boxers, lying back down and spreading his legs, but Enea shakes his head."Turn around, against the back of the couch, hands over the edge and spread your legs." Enea slides off the couch and watches how Fabio gets into position, hollowing his back, so his ass is sticking out."Hm, like that, such a beautiful sight." Enea leans in and kisses Fabio's ass cheek while a hand moves between them and first tugs his cock a couple of times before it moves back, and his finger circles his hole.Fabio sighs and rests his forehead on his arm, closing his eyes, and just waits for what's to come. He moans deep in his throat when he feels Enea pushing a finger inside slowly, pushing back against it, he swivels his hips and groans. Enea smiles, understanding the hint, and he pushes in a second finger, scissoring them and adjusting himself to have a better grip, moaning when he feels Fabio's muscles clench around his digits."Hm, found my mark." he mumbles.He leans in and softly bites the flesh of Fabio's ass cheek, abusing his prostate over and over until Fabio can't hold it anymore and his movements become erratic."Ok," Enea says and moves back," turn around."Fabio slowly turns around, watching how Enea grabs his legs and pulls him towards him just enough to let his ass hover over the ground, Fabio grabs the back of the couch with his hands to prevent him from falling off. Watching Enea sit up straight and shuffle forward between his legs, his hand takes his cock and tugs it. Fabio's eyes go there, and he moans, his hole clenching with anticipation of what's to come, breathing speeding up and teeth worry his lower lip."You want this inside you?" Enea asks."Yes, so bad."Enea aligns his cock against Fabio's opening and slips the tip inside, both moaning, and he slowly sinks in all the way, pausing when he is in all the way."Move." Fabio hisses."Impatient are we?""Just fuck me, hard.""You have to ride tomorrow..." "And I want to feel for every damn lap you fucked me."Enea smirks, grabbing Fabio's hips and pulling out almost completely before he slams inside the Frenchman, tearing a moan from his lips, Enea pulls out again only to slam inside again, watching how Fabio's eyes roll onto the back of his head with pleasure. Placing his feet on the ground, Fabio rocks upwards while Enea keeps fucking him hard and deep on the couch. Sliding his hands over Fabio's chest, they pinch his nipples luring a moan from him, they move further up and over his arms, grabbing the back of the couch to be able to place even more force behind his thrusting. "Fuck yes, like that, so good!"Enea smiles, feeling a hand slip in his hair, winding his curls around the fingers and pulling him in a deep kiss, muffling Fabio's loud groans and whimpers in his mouth. Kissing sloppy because of the thrusting, Enea suddenly circles Fabio's waist with his arms and moves them to the ground. Fabio's legs move around Enea's waist, locking his ankles on his back while the Italian keeps fucking him, grabbing his hand and placing them above his head. "Are you close?" Enea asks."Yes, so close Enea...."Enea releases Fabio's hands and sits up, hands grabbing Fabio's hips and pulling him in every time he rocks into him, Fabio's breath hitching and hands scrambling for purchase on the wooden floor. "Touch yourself, Fabio," Enea says hoarse," take your cock and make yourself cum." Fabio's hand instantly moves to his cock, curling his fingers around it and jerking himself off, and it doesn't take long before his body starts showing signs of an impending orgasm. "That's it, handsome, come on."Fabio moans and whimpers, stroking the foreskin of his cock, and it is enough to push him over the edge, screaming out and muscles clamping down around Enea's cock and sucking him in, pulling him over too."Fuck." Enea stops moving and falls forward, catching himself on his hands, Fabio looks at him, unruly curls hanging in front of his face, and he smiles. Pushing his hairs out of the way, Fabio pulls him into a soft kiss, both smiling into it."That was amazing." Fabio says.Enea looks at him, an orgasmic glow in his eyes, and he laughs, playfully biting his lip before he moves away and stands up, eyes raking over the most beautiful body he has ever seen. Turning around, he makes his way to the bathroom while Fabio follows him with his eyes, eyes that take in every movement of those legs, that tight ass and the muscles in his back. Pushing himself up on his elbows when he comes back, he can't help but look at Enea's cock that fucked him so good, and he licks his lips before Enea sits down and cleans him up."When are you leaving?" he asks."Tomorrow afternoon.""Same," Enea says, dropping the cloth and reaching out his hand," how about, we move to the bedroom.""For sleep?" Fabio asks while he is pulled up."For starters." Enea says and winks at him.
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Until now the weather where Tony and Fabio were training had been as expected—hot, sunny, dry—but one morning Fabio woke up to the sound of rain drumming on his window. He looked out and it was pouring, which was not unusual for France but unheard of for California.He switched on the news and the local station was in hysterics: there were cars crashing everywhere, local people panicking because they didn’t know what to do in the rain. He smiled to himself, thinking that at least he could spend a day indoors in the gym. He could do cycling, skipping, weight training or whatever.So he quickly got ready, had breakfast, then went into the gym. As he was skipping, all he could see outside the large sliding windows was the rain falling in the garden, the drops bouncing off the swimming pool, the grass, the planters of flowers, so he switched on the TV that was fixed to a high shelf in the gym. He scrolled through the channels and was pleased when he came to a motorsport channel, so he watched a show about new developments in engine design.Then he got fed up with skipping and climbed onto the static bicycle. After he’d been cycling for a little while the show changed to special documentary about Valentino Rossi. Fabio was delighted because Vale had always been so helpful and kind to him.He turned up the volume and the presenter said:“Here we have Valentino Rossi holding a celebration party for his student Francesco Bagnaia, who won the MotoGP title a few months ago.”The camera panned round to show Vale at his ranch with his usual students, his brother, his crew and friends. Then Fabio noticed that his ex, Maverick Viñales, was there too. As the former team mate of Vale, he must have become his friend. This made Fabio grind his teeth.Everyone was happy and popping champagne, talking loudly and cheering. Some even lifted Pecco up on their shoulders, he was crowd surfing, waving his arms and shouting.Fabio felt a surge of frustration and anger remembering the disappointment of last year. And the exhilaration of 2021, when he’d been on top of the world as champion. What a contrast. He punched the handlebars of the bike.Just then Tony came in. “Oh there you are, bro,” he said. “What's that on the TV?”“It's Valentino Rossi celebrating Bagnaia winning the championship. He's invited me to his ranch loads of times but obviously didn't want to this time.”“Oh dear,” said Tony soothingly. “Well there’s always next year. You could win then.”“That's not the point!” Fabio began cycling furiously. “Does he think I'm so easily hurt that I would refuse his invitation?”“I don't know,” said Tony. “You seem pretty hurt. I know how upset you were after the final race. Remember I came to hug you?”“Of course I was! I lost, despite having that big lead over Pecco.”“Maybe it's good that you didn't go, because you're obviously still upset.”“You're not helping, Tony.”The rain outside was still hammering down.“What do you want me to do, Fabio? Tell Valentino Rossi to invite you? What do you care anyway? It's not like you're friends with that lot.”Fabio stared at him. “Oh, thanks for the support!”“You should know by now I’ve always got your back. What more do you want from me?Fabio slowed his peddling. “Someone got out of bed the wrong side this morning, didn't he?”“No I'm fine, I'm just fed up with you—”“Fed up with me what? Or just fed up with me?”“I'm not fed up with you. I'm just fed up with you beating yourself up about the championship. This shit happens. We know Pecco had one hundred Ducatis helping him. You should forget about him and focus on real supporters and friends like me who love you.” He stopped, a bit out of breath. Had he said too much?“Don’t stop there, say it all!”The rain was hammering now and Tony had to raise his voice to be heard.“I just don't know why you’re so worried about Rossi and his friends when you’ve got all your own friends supporting you. Tom, Mathilde, your team. You’ve got me, I'm your number one fan, but you're going on about Rossi. He hasn't been here in California all these weeks supporting with you and trying to help you, has he? But I have.”Now Fabio was smiling at him. “My number one fan eh? Did you know I'm your number one fan? I want you to win the Moto2 title this year, I’ll win the MotoGP title and we could be champions together. We can celebrate at the gala together in November.”Now Tony’s heart was pounding and he stared at Fabio. “So we're both number one fans of each other then?”“Yes. Thank you.” He ambled over to Tony and hugged him tightly. He was filled with gratitude at having a number one fan and slumped a little against his friend. “Why are you shaking?”“I'm not. I'm fine.” But Tony was lying, he was affected by this hug. He took a deep breath of Fabio’s scent and wished he could be satisfied with just being his friend. He decided one hug wouldn’t hurt though, so he hugged the Frenchman back.But Fabio felt something he couldn’t determine, and stepped back, setting his friend at a distance. He looked deeply into his eyes. “You want to tell me something?”Tony hung his head. “No—er—I'm fine. It’s nothing.”“What’s wrong, bro? You’re not yourself. Sorry I was angry. Fuck Rossi and his friends, I don’t care about them.” Fabio didn’t realise that every bro he said was like a knife in Tony’s heart, reminding him they were just friends. “You and all my real, true supporters are the most important ones to me. Especially you.”Tony looked up to see Fabio smiling right at him, and he seemed to be blushing.“I'm so happy you’re here. You’re the only one who is with me for everything, all the time, whatever happens.” The Frenchman took a step forward and something clicked in his mind. “You know I'm here for you always don’t you? Even though I talk about myself all the time, I'll always be here for you.”“You don’t always talk about yourself! You’re one of the most selfless people I know!” Tony defended Fabio against himself.“No, you are. Whenever I'm complaining about some stupid thing, you always support me, even if your problem is worse.” He stepped up to Tony and took his hands. “We’re best bros aren’t we?”“Fabio!” Tony snatched his hands away and tore at his own hair. “I don’t want to be your bro! Sorry if it’s too much but I don’t think of you as a bro!”“Oh.” Fabio’s face fell and he stepped back. “I thought—then why—what’s happening?” He suddenly imagined his life without Tony in it and it was like his stomach had fallen out. “Don’t leave me, I can’t—what would I do—”“I don’t want to leave you. I mean, I just want—to be more. Sorry, I know that’s not what you want, I—”“But it is!” Fabio shouted. “I do want more!” He just realised this in a flash. “If you want more, I want more. I want what you want.”Tony beamed. They stepped forwards at the same time and flung their arms round each other.Fabio smiled back at him. “So we are more than bros now?” He giggled and stroked Tony’s cheek.“If—if that’s okay, I mean, I—I don’t know what to say.”Fabio took the initiative and kissed him gently on the lips. “Like that?”This was too much for the frustrated Tony however, he tangled his fingers in Fabio’s hair and pressed their mouths together in a firm kiss. This soon became more passionate as Fabio parted his lips and let Tony’s tongue inside and they kissed deeply with tongues tangling. Their mouths were just so interesting, with so much to explore after all these years, it was like they were both intoxicated.They weren’t sure how long they stood there but they suddenly realised the sun had come out and the rainclouds were receding into the distance.“I hate to say this, but I have a bit of bad news,” said Fabio sadly.“What?” Tony’s brain went all over the place imagining the worst. “Is it your health?”“No, no, nothing like that. Let’s sit down, I'm a bit light headed.” Fabio let him to a bench.Tony felt the same, he was weak at the knees.“It’s just I've got to go to Sepang for the MotoGP test in a couple of days. You know.”Tony’s heart sank. He’d forgotten about that.“I'll be back before you know it, don’t worry. You won’t notice I'm gone.” Fabio grabbed his hands.“I will notice.” He sighed. “I'll have to…er…train by myself or…watch a lot of movies, or…” He shrugged.“Watch a lot of porn.” Fabio chuckled. “Or is that going too far?” He bit his lip.“No…I'll save the porn til you get back.” Tony kissed him on the lips again.“We’ll have a tearful goodbye as I leave the airport—”“—and a happy hello when you come back.” Tony gazed at him and fluttered his eyelashes.“Or maybe I just won’t go at all.” Fabio looked him up and down.“You can’t miss an important test. But I'll be waiting for you when you get back.” He winked.
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It's about an hour after the race in Argentina and Fabio is already leaving the hotel, having excused himself with the team, telling them he was chilled to the bone and really needed a long hot shower. Before they could question him, he was gone, texting Tom to cover for him if needed. He knows team debriefs after a race are important, but Fabio really has something more important to do, and Tom knows.Dressed in jeans and a dark hoodie, trying to be as invisible as he can, he gets on the first plane out he can get to have a multiple hour flight to his destination, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. He knows they agreed to put their romance on the background during the season, but he can't help himself, he needs to know.Arriving where he wants to be, he takes a deep breath, looking at the house, a place where they have spent so much time together, laughed, cried, shared their dreams and hopes, made love, said their first 'I love you'.His hand slips into his pocket, taking out the key he got from him, twirling it in his fingers and stepping forward, looking around, he doesn't see anyone else being here, good.Opening the door, he carefully steps inside, not hearing anything he steps into the hallway, eyes falling on his travel bag, leathers still hanging over the stair cays, helmet next to it. It brings a smile to his face until he hears a loud swear coming from the kitchen, worry taking the overhand now, he hurries inside, watching how Miguel is bending over, hand on his back and Fabio rushes to his side."What are you doing? Let me help you."Miguel jumps up in shock, face contorted in pain with the sudden movement in his back and dark eyes wide."I..." Fabio pauses and looks at his feet,"I know what we agreed on but... I couldn't help it, I needed to know, I was so worried about you, Miguel."Fabio looks up again, puppy eyes looking up at the Portuguese, who smiles softly."I'm glad you're here."Miguel moves in and Fabio smiles, moving in too and wrapping the other up in his arms, being careful not to squeeze too hard.Leaning back, Miguel cups Fabio's face in his hand, the Yamaha rider leaning into it and closing his eyes."When I saw what happened, what he did, how you lied there in so much pain, it was so difficult to focus on my own race.""I know, but I'm fine, or, mostly fine.""Can I do anything?""Well, a massage would be nice." Miguel smiles."Ok." Fabio smiles too.He takes Miguel's hand and leads him to the bedroom, grabbing some oil from the bathroom, lavender, he walks back into the room, only to see Miguel taking off his sweats, and he gasps when he sees the huge bruising on his upper leg."Babe..." he whispers."It looks worse than it is really, it's more my back that is killing me.""There is nothing broken or shifted, is there?""No, just bruised.""Good."Fabio motions for Miguel to lie on the bed and the Portuguese complies, lying on his front, arms under his chin, and he closes his eyes. Feeling the bed dip, Fabio shuffles on the bed, a leg either side of the other, while he squirts some oil on his hands and rubs them together. Trying his best to give a good massage and not hurting Miguel, Fabio takes his time to cover every piece of skin. Hearing Miguel release the most beautiful sounds even gets him a little excited, and he shifts, this is about Miguel needs, not his.Moving back a little, his hands slide over the Portuguese perfect ass cheeks, rubbing them and moving lower, his legs and feet, moving away, Fabio taps his thigh."Come on, roll over."Miguel looks over his shoulder and looks at Fabio while he rolls on his back, the other's eyes involuntarily moving lower and to Miguel's shaft that is very, very hard, standing at attention, and he bites his lip before he looks up again."He, this is your fault." he laughs."Well, allow me, then."Leaning in, eyes still locked on Miguel's just to be sure, he licks his lips before parting them and licking the tip, hearing a soft moan above him. Moving between his legs, Miguel opens them up further, pulling them up and placing his feet on the mattress. Fabio knows what this means, and he smirks, leaning in more and wrapping his lips around the tip before he moves down on it, slowly, until he has his cock fully inside. Tip softly nudging the back of his throat, Miguel always wondering how in the world he can without gagging, but God is he thankful.Moving slowly up again, tongue tracing the vain on the underside, swirling the head and dragging over the foreskin, Miguel pushes his hips off the bed, chasing Fabio's tight wet heat. Hearing a chuckle that sends shockwaves through his cock has him moan again.Fabio looks up through his eyelashes, watching a tanned chest move up and down rapidly, and he continues to blow Miguel, up, down, up again, tongue swirling he tip and dragging over the tip, teasing the foreskin until Miguel has had enough, and his hand pushes his away..Fabio looks up at him, and he beckons him with his finger, the Frenchman smiles and moves over him, one hand finding its way between Miguel's legs and seeking out his hole, circling it, taking the lube Miguel hands him and squirting a large amount between Miguel's ass cheeks having him groan with the cold liquid. Fabio is quick to spread it, circling his hole again and pushing a finger inside. Swooping down and capturing his lips in a deep passionate kiss, he swallows Miguel's moans, the kiss is hard and forcefully, like Miguel likes it and Fabio forces his lips apart while he pushes in a second finger and scissors them, abusing his prostrate every time.Miguel slips a hand in Fabio's blonde hair and grabs it, pulling him in closer, tongues fighting for dominance and both feel their lips are swollen and red. Breaking the kiss to breath, both are panting, Fabio pushing in a third finger and moving them around, Miguel arches his back."Fabio, babe....please...."Fabio hums and doubles his efforts to abuse his prostate."Please what?""I can't...... I need.....""What do you need, baby?""Need you.....need your cock so bad....""How? How do you need my cock?""Brutal, hard......fuck me hard, feel your cock for days."Fabio presses a last kiss to his lips before he sits up, placing a pillow under Miguel's hips, and pulls his fingers back."On one condition.""Anything.""I'm serious."Miguel looks at his lover with a raised eyebrow."If I hurt you, if your back is hurting too much, tell me, and I'll stop.""Fabio...""Promise me.""Ok, I promise.""Good, now get ready, I'm going to make you scream my name, baby."Miguel smirks, hands placed against the headboard, feeling how Fabio's hands push his legs out and up and his tip against his opening, slipping it inside. Pausing, he places his hands on either side of Miguel's body, shifting his weight and in one brutal push, he slams inside Miguel, both moaning loud."Fuck so good." Miguel moans.Fabio sets a relentless pace, pushing Miguel up on the bed with every inwards thrust, hearing the bed slam against the wall and thanking the Lord he has no neighbors. Fabio keeps the pace high, hearing the most beautiful sounds coming from Miguel beneath him, watching how his hand sneaks down to curl around his cock, furiously jerking himself off in time with Fabio's thrusting."So close." he moans.Fabio doubles his efforts, the smell of sex heavy in the air and with one last brutal push, he feels Miguel tighten around him, hot white cum shooting out his cock landing on his chest, it's such a beautiful sight it makes Fabio cum too. Moaning loud, he leans down, pressing soft kisses to skin he can reach.Miguel hums, hands moving over skin and Fabio's chest, feeling the muscles twitch."Hm, so good.""Yeah, it's been too long." Miguel whispers."Way too long, why did we even agree to stop with this during the season, we must have been mad.""Hmm." Miguel agrees.Fabio rolls off of him and on his side, curling himself around the other, feeling Miguel's fingers weave through his hairs."I'm glad you're here." he says, pressing a kiss to his temple.When he gets no reply, he looks at the other, seeing his eyes closed and hearing his breathing has evened out, smiling to himself while he closes his eyes too.
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"Iker Lecuona to replace Marc Marquez in Repsol Honda for the Jerez weekend"Fabio looks at the headline, smile forming on his lips, while his finger traces the image of the young Spaniard beneath the article. It's been too long, much too long since he last saw him, spend some time with him, and he hopes he can this weekend.When the door flies open, he quickly locks his phone and turns towards it, seeing Tom standing there with an eyebrow raised."What?" he asks."Are you ok?""Fine," Fabio says and quickly gets up,"come on, let's get back to the hotel.********************************************************************During dinner in the hotel, Fabio can't help but let his eyes wander, knowing Honda is in their hotel too, but there is no sign of him."Here." Tom says and leans forward, pushing a note towards Fabio.Fabio picks it up and sees a name and number on it, looking up at Tom."How did you get this?""Ran into him earlier today, he seemed disappointed you weren't there so, he gave me that, said he would be waiting for you.""Really?""Yeah, just...." Tom begins and leans over,"what happened?""I....you know what, it's complicated, I'll explain later, I need to talk to him first."Fabio stands up, and walks outside, pulling his hoodie around him, moving in the shadows and ducking into the hotel, taking the stairs two at a time and when he's on the right floor, he quickly searches for the right room and knocks on the door, impatiently waiting for it to open, and it does, his voice is lost. Being face to face with the man he had the most amazing night of his life with is looking back just as surprised, even tho he gave Tom the card with his hotel name and room number."I...." Fabio starts, but he yelps when Iker grabs his hoodie and pulls him inside, closing the door and pushing the French rider up against it, mouths are pressed together and forced apart while tongues fight for dominance. Both moan into the other's mouth and Iker moves his hands underneath Fabio's hoodie, but the Yamaha rider stops him."Wait..."Foreheads resting against each other, both need a moment to calm down, Iker cups Fabio's face and the older leans into the touch."I missed you." Iker whispers."Yeah, missed you too," Fabio answers,"Tom gave me your card, I have to say I was a bit surprised.""Yeah?""After what happened that night.... I thought you were mad.....""No, I wasn't mad, just confused.""Why?""Because..... I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.""That was the plan...""Yes I know, you helped me figure out I was actually gay but, I also realized, I enjoyed it because it was you, Fabio, I've always liked you, a lot, I didn't ask you because I knew you were gay, and we were good friends. I asked you because......because I wanted you.""Why didn't you tell me?""I was afraid you would turn me down, I'm sorry for misleading you but, it was the only way to get that close to you."Iker blushes and looks away, knowing he lied to his friend to get into his pants."I'm sorry..." he whispers.He turns away, but Fabio takes his arm and pulls him back."I really wish you would have told me."Fabio leans in and seals their lips again, the kiss is again passionate and hard, Iker moving a hand lower and breaking the kiss to lift Fabio up, the Frenchman wrapping his legs around a narrow waist and arms around his shoulder."Take me to bed." he whispers huskily in Iker's ear.Iker shivers and moves to the bedroom, feeling Fabio start littering kisses on the skin he can reach. Once in the bedroom, he puts him down and starts stripping him until he is naked. Iker steps back and lets his eyes roam over Fabio's body, seeing a slight blush creep over him, and Iker smiles."Still as beautiful as I remember."Fabio smiles, and now it's his turn to undress Iker, taking his time and once both are naked, Fabio moves a fingertip over Ikers muscled chest."As are you."They move to the bed and lie down, lips kissing and hand wandering, taking their time to discover each other again, although both still know what the other likes and where and how to touch to lure beautiful noises from the other."Bottom or top?" Fabio breaths."Seeing last time you fucked me, I think I should be the one to fuck you this time." Iker says.Fabio smiles too and lies on his back, watching how Iker takes the lube from the nightstand and settles between his legs. Taking his time to opening Fabio up, enjoying the moans and whimpers from the Spaniard while he works him open slowly with his long fingers, eventually Fabio has had enough, cock already leaking from a red tip.Iker moves closer, shifting on his knees and spreading Fabio's legs wider, the Frenchman arching his back, giving Iker a better position. The younger places his hands on Fabio's inner thigh and lifts his legs, sitting up on his knees himself, he aligns his hard cock against Fabio's opening and slowly slips the tip inside. Fabio groans and closes his eyes, huffing impatient when Iker pauses."Don't tease, babe, just fuck me.""How?""Hard, and fast, make me feel it.""You have to be quiet."The Frenchman nods and grabs the bars of the headboard and braces for impact, feeling Iker's fingers dig in his thighs before he slams inside."Fuck!" Fabio moans.Iker chuckles and sets a brutal pace, slamming inside him and pulling out almost completely before he slams inside again, Fabio being pushed up on the bed with every inwards thrust."Yes, so good......"Iker keeps fucking into him hard and fast, abusing his prostate every time he slams inside deep, Fabio arches his back further and Iker slips his arms around him, bracing himself as he lifts the Frenchman up with one arm having him whimper when he feels Iker's cock slip inside impossibly deep."So strong." he murmurs while he wraps his arms around the younger.Locking their eyes, Fabio leans down and seals their lips in a deep passionate kiss while Iker thrusts upwards into him, swallowing Fabio's moans. The pace has slowed down, but Fabio doesn't complain, he loves it, he loves feeling the other's beautiful hard, thick cock sliding inside him slowly. Moving on the rhythm, Fabio closes his eyes, focuses solely on the feeling of being filled up.
Lying his head back, Fabio's mouth opens in a perfect silent 'O'. Iker takes this time to admire him, the long slender neck, the muscles that contract with every rock upwards of his hips and he leans back to watch his cock slide inside the Frenchman, being enveloped by his heat, feeling the muscles there clamp around him faster every time.He knows Fabio is close, and he lies him back down again, the Frenchman opening his eyes, and they wander over Iker's beautiful body, covered with a sheen of sweat. His hand moves to his own throbbing, leaking cock, but Iker swats it away, wrapping his long slender fingers around it. He starts jerking Fabio off in the same rhythm of his inwards thrusts. Pushing the foreskin away and caressing his most sensitive spot."God, Iker....so close...."Iker smiles and jerks him a little faster, upping the tempo of his thrusting too, and it only takes a couple of rocks before Fabio's body jerks uncontrollably, eyes shut tightly, and broken moans roll off his lips. Feeling the muscles of his hole twitch around him over and over pull the younger over too.Both ride out their orgasms and Iker falls down next to Fabio, breathing hard but grabbing a cloth and cleaning Fabio up. After he drops it next to the bed, and he lies on his side, head supported by his hand while he looks at him."That was amazing, I forgot how good it was, with you."Fabio smiles and leans in to kiss him, both smiling into it.
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Arriving at the hotel Dani is staying, Enea steps into the elevator, greeting himself in the floor to ceiling mirror and going over himself, dark slacks, white shirt that hugs his chest perfectly and black protective cloth that holds his helmet in it.Once he had the courage to ask Dani for a helmet swap, and he accepted, Enea has been nervous, he's always been his reference, people looking at him strange when he says that, as an Italian everybody expects your hero is Valentino Rossi, not a Spaniard. But it was more his build, small and light, much like Enea also always has been. They've had it planned for Sunday evening after the race but seeing Enea couldn't continue due to his still painful shoulder, they rescheduled it for Saturday evening instead.Stepping out the elevator, he looks around, murmuring the room numbers as he passes them and when he reaches the right one he stops, nerves getting the best of him again, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm himself down before he knocks."It's open!"Enea nods and opens the door, looking around but not seeing anyone, he turns and closes the door before he walks into the room. When he sees Dani appearing from the bedroom, he stops dead in his tracks."Sorry," he quickly says,"I was back later than I thought."He hastily buttons down his shirt, hairs still damp and on bare feet, obviously he just came out from under the shower, Enea shivers, thinking about Dani under the shower and the older frowns."Are you ok?" he asks."Yes, yes I'm fine, it's ok really, I think I'm a bit early." he excuses himself."I'll get my helmet, just hang on a moment."Dani disappears into the hallway and Enea looks at him, eyes wandering lower and lingers on that ass that is perfectly hugged even in joggers."Here you go." Dani says.Enea's head snaps back up again, but he knows he's caught, Dani's lips curling up into a grin, but he lets it go."So, I was surprised you wanted a helmet swap with me." he says."Really?" Enea asks."Yeah, seeing you're Italian, but then again, I don't think you're part of the academy are you?""No," Enea says, and they exchange helmets, Enea looking at Dani's like it's the holy grail," he asked me but, I didn't feel the need to be there, as I was already competing in the championship. I met Fausto and everyone on his team. I always got along well with them and enjoyed training on my own. Anyway, it wasn't a problem for me, the credit for what I achieved was mine and the people who believed in me from the beginning, as Fausto did.""Good for you," Dani says," come sit, you want a drink?""Water is fine.""I have beer if you want?""Oh no, me and beer don't mix very well, I get all.....flustered.""It's just us." Dani says and nudges him in the side, luring a laugh from him."No, water please.""Ok." Dani says.Walking into the kitchen, Enea follows him before he knows it and leans against the doorway."I'm sorry you can't continue due to your shoulder." he says and turns around to hand Enea the drink."Yeah, me too, I've missed so much already, not really an ideal start with a new team.""I'm sure you'll be fine, better safe than sorry, right?""Right."Dani turns around to get a beer for himself and Enea his eyes wander down again. What he doesn't realize is that Dani can see him in the mirror of the microwave door, and he smiles."You see something you like?" Dani says."What?"Enea looks up confused and Dani nods towards the microwave and Enea's face falls."Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean....""It's ok, I like being checked out by handsome guys."Enea closes his mouth, wondering if he heard it right, while Dani walks up to him."Do you mean it?" the younger says."What?""That I'm handsome?" he says and blushes.Dani laughs, stepping closer to the Italian, and he cups Enea's cheek, the other leaning into the touch and his thumb rubs the corner of his lip. On instinct, Enea reacts, tongue moving to the digit and lips part to lick it before he feels daring and sucks it inside. Teeth scrape the skin and cheeks hollowed, Enea curls his tongue around his thumb, it's such an erotic sight, and it goes straight to Dani's cock that stirs in interest."Fuck." Dani whispers under his breath.Before Enea knows what is happening, Dani has put his beer away and has pushed him up against the wall and is kissing him passionately, fingers digging in curls and keeping the younger close, turning his face and deepening the kiss, lips part and tongues meet, both sigh with longing.Feeling daring again, Enea puts his drink away as well and moves his arms around Dani's waist, hands not wasting time and slipping underneath the waistband of his joggers, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer against him, moaning into the older's mouth when he feels how hard he is. Dani starts rubbing his hips against the other, forcing his legs apart and slotting in between.Because both have the same height, their cocks are aligned perfectly to rub against each other deliciously. Losing himself in the feeling, Enea's hands move to Dani's shirt, opening the buttons one by one and pushing the fabric aside, fingers tracing muscles and feeling them twitch underneath his touch.When the need to breath becomes unbearable, they break the kiss, Enea dropping to his knees and grabbing fistfuls of fabric of Dani's joggers in his hands before jerking it down, being met with boxers that are tenting and with a wet spot. Leaning in, he noses the tip hearing a guttural moan above him, looking up through his lashes, he sees Dani is leaning against the wall with his upper arms, and he's looking down at him, the mocca of his eyes turned black with want. Enea smirks and pulls down his boxers, eyes looking at a rock hard and leaking cock in front of him.Licking his lips, he leans in and lets his tongue lick off the pre-cum, Dani automatically rocking his hips forward. Not wasting more time, Enea takes him in, tongue tracing the underside and feeling the weight of Dani's cock on it before he wraps his lips around it, sucking it in."Oh God, Enea...."Hearing Dani moan his name with so much desire and longing makes him smile around Dani's length, feeling fingers in his curls, grabbing them, Dani starts to fuck his mouth. Slow and careful, making sure not to go too deep, but Enea cups his ass cheeks in his hands and pushes him in his mouth further, relaxing his throat and tip brushing the back of his throat.Enea keeps a steady rhythm, reveling in the moans and whimpers he lures from Dani's lips, it's not leaving him unaffected and his opens his own slacks and pushes a hand inside, curling his fingers around his now painfully hard cock, and he starts tugging in the same rhythm as his sucks. When Dani starts to show signs of his orgasm, Enea suddenly stops and leans back against the wall, releasing his own cock too.Dani whines above him, fingers trying to push him towards his cock again, but Enea resists and stands up slowly, kissing his way up a shuddering body, nudging his cheek."Why....why'd you stop, I was so close...""I know, I don't want you to cum in my mouth tho, want you cum inside me."Dani frowns, his brain stopped working the moment Enea wrapped his lips around him, but when he finally realizes what the other says, he moans with the thought."Right," Dani breaths,"you've done this before?""I have yes.""Good, means I can ravish you, and I will.""Sounds good.""I won't hold back, I'll fuck you hard.""Just how I like it."Dani laughs and steps out of his joggers and boxers, just like Enea, and they abandon them on the floor to walk to the bedroom where Dani takes off his buttoned down and Enea takes off his shirt, lying down on the bed on his back and legs spread."Get on then." he says, smirk on his lips.Dani just stands there, eyes taking in the beautiful young man on display on the bed for him, lost for words."Or I can do it myself."Enea already reaches a hand down, but Dani quickly gets on the bed and swats it away."Don't you dare." he says.Shuffling between his legs, he reaches over and grabs the lube, thumb rubbing Enea's hole before squirting an amount of lube on it, the cold making Enea shiver. Dani smiles and pushes a finger inside, hearing a sigh from Enea, looking up he sees a smile on his lips and his eyes are locked on Dani's own. Pushing in a second finger, Enea bites his lip, shifting his hips and rocking down on the digits."More..." he almost demands.Dani obliges and pushes in a third finger, Enea closing his eyes and pushing his head back in the pillow, back arching and Dani lets his eyes roam over a gorgeous body.Leaning over him, he kisses his neck and works his way up to his earlobe, pulling it with his teeth."I am going to ruin you.""Fuck yes..."Dani pulls back his fingers and presses his cock against Enea's opening, slipping the tip inside and looking at him."You have to be quite, there are people around."Enea nods and spreads his legs as far as he can while Dani places his hands next to Enea's head and while they look at each other, Dani slams inside. Both moaning and Dani pauses for a moment to collect himself and prevent him from coming on the spot but Enea has other ideas."Come on, move."Wrapping his legs around Dani's waist, he locks his ankles behind Dani's ass and pushes him inside him while he arches his back, feeling Dani's cock slipping inside deeper. Dani groans and pulls out before he slams in again, hearing Enea whimper and watching how his teeth worry his lip. Surging down and capturing them in a bruising kiss, Dani starts to set a brutal pace, fucking Enea hard and deep, pushing him up the bed with every inwards push. The Italian arching his back every time Dani pushes in, feeling him sliding inside deep and brushing his prostate every time."So good.... Fuck, Enea, you feel so good.""And you feel amazing inside me, filling me up like the champion you are."Dani groans, fucking Enea into the mattress and chasing his orgasm, hand reaching down and curling his fingers around his hard cock."Oh yes...."Enea closes his eyes, breaking contact with Dani and pushing his head back in the pillow, Dani leans in and kisses and nips his skin, jerking Enea off in the same rhythm as his fucking into him. The room is filled with moans, the smell of sex and when Enea shudders, Dani nudges his cheek."Look at me." he whispers.Enea opens his eyes and looks at Dani, the Spaniard slowing his thrusts and jerking and changing his rhythm to short powerful fucks, slowly pushing each other to climax and when it comes, both can't look away from the other. Slowly reaching their peak, both shudder and moan brokenly. Silence falls into the room, but it's a good one and both Dani and Enea smile, Dani being pulled down into a long sweet kiss.Dani slowly pulls out and lies down next to Enea, their hands find each other and their fingers lace for a moment, Dani bringing it to his lips, and he presses a kiss to Enea's hand, making the younger look sideways at him."I'm going to get a cloth, don't move."Enea nods and watches Dani go, eyes admiringly moving over his naked form from behind and licking his lips when he comes back and sees his cock is still semi hard."Really?" Dani laughs while he cleans Enea up and sees his cock reacting to his touch."What? You're fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell, I could do you all night if you'd let me."Dani blushes and looks at him while cleaning him up."I'm not 20 anymore.""Yeah, but you're more or less a professional motorcycle rider, you still train, I'm sure you have the stamina to go all night.""Maybe we'd have to try it out?" Dani asks while lying down again, Enea wrapping himself around the older man."Hm, defo." he smiles.
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Fabio can't believe what he sees when there is an inlay on the screen that says Miguel crashed, again. He sighs, shaking his head, this is getting ridiculous now, Miguel has been through so much already, missed several races after he was wiped out, finally fighting his way back, and again things go wrong.Later that day, when Fabio is back in the hotel, he sees Wilco, Miguel's team manager, and he jogs up to him."Hey, Wilco," he says.The older man looks at him and gives him a warm smile, they used to work closely together at Petronas, the team that gave him a shot at MotoGP, with the Dutch team manager being adamant to have Fabio in his team, the Frenchman even being his #1 on the list, and Fabio will always be thankfully to him."Hey, Fabio! How are you? Great seeing you in the top 10 again, where you belong.""Thank you, Wilco, how's Miguel?""Oh, he's a bit battered and bruised, but okay.""Is it okay if I go see him?""Yes, of course, I know how close you are, and I'm sure he'd be happy to see you. Fourth floor, room 411.""Thanks."Fabio jogs towards the elevator, and when he finds himself on the right floor, he looks for the right number and knocks, and when the door opens, Miguel's eyes light up when he sees his friend."Hey, Fabio! Come in!"Miguel steps aside to let the younger in and closes the door, Fabio turning towards Miguel and crossing his arms."Are you ok?""Yeah, fine." Miguel smiles and looks away, eyes are cast down, and he wants to walk past Miguel, but Fabio takes his hand."Hey, look at me," Fabio says and waits until Miguel does," it's ok to feel a bit down, you know, a bit lost, you've been through so much lately."Miguel heaves a deep, shaky breath, a soft smile on his lips, and he bites his lip while Fabio steps up to him and wraps his arms around the older rider."I just don't know anymore, Fabio, I'm just...."Fabio suddenly feels the other rider shake in his arms, knowing he's crying, and he pulls him a bit closer, one hand cupping the back of his head, and Miguel pushes his face into the crook of Fabio's neck."It's ok, I'm here for you." Fabio murmurs, nudging Miguel's cheek with his nose, and when he's hugging Miguel a bit tighter, the older whimpers, and Fabio leans back to look at him."Sorry, I just hurt everywhere.""How about a bath, then?""I don't even think I'll be able to get in alone.""I'll help you."Miguel raises his eyebrow while he looks at Fabio."What?""I'll help you," he says again, "or are you a prude?""I'm not a prude, I'm just....""I promise I won't look, unless you want me to." Fabio says, smirk around his lips, and Miguel laughs.Fabio leads Miguel to the bathroom and steps back to open the faucet and add some foam while Miguel takes off his shirt and when Fabio turns around, his eyes move over his tanned muscles, but the things that catch his eye are the bruises, and his eyes darken, watching how Miguel removes his joggers, and there is another large bruise on his thigh. Without really thinking about it, Fabio reaches out his hand, and his fingertip ghosts over it, making Miguel jump."Sorry, I just...""It's ok, I have so many...""I'm really sorry, you've been having a very trying season so far.""So have you.""At least I'm still unhurt.""I'm glad about that."Fabio hums and turns to the bath again to turn off the faucet, and when he turns again, Miguel's hands stop him."Can you just... uhm....""Sure." Fabio chuckles.He closes his eyes while Miguel steps into the bath, feeling how he grabs Fabio's arm and hearing him groan, Fabio can't deny that knowing Miguel is naked and só close, turns him on a little, but he quickly pushes that away, Miguel's comfort is his priority now."Ok, you can look now." Miguel says.Fabio opens his eyes and sees Miguel sitting against the edge, pulling up a stool, Fabio sits down and grabs a sponge, dipping it in the water, and he starts moving it over his back, making sure not to hurt Miguel.The older moans and closes his eyes, his head leaning back a little, and Fabio smiles, happy he can help his friend and relieve the pain a little. Shuffling around a little, Fabio dips the sponge in the water again and starts to move it over his shoulders and upper chest, Miguel pushing his chest forward a little and groans again, his lips curling up in a smile."This is really nice, Fabio.""Happy to help."Fabio keeps repeating the movement, and when the foam begins to dissipate a bit, the Frenchman can't help but crane his neck a little to look, biting his lip when he sees Miguel is hard."See something you like?" Miguel says.Fabio looks at him, eyes locked on each other, and the Yamaha rider smirks."I can help you with that, too." he says daringly.Miguel bites his lip, and Fabio's eyes go there before they flicker up again, and Miguel suddenly leans in to kiss him. Fabio is a bit overwhelmed but quickly recovers, kissing him back and turning his face to deepen it. Fabio's free hand moves to the back of Miguel's head and cups it to keep it close when he needs to break the kiss to breathe.Dipping the sponge into the water, it moves further down, and he rubs it carefully over Miguel's cock, making the Portuguese moan and rocking his hips upwards, and he closes his eyes."No, keep looking at me."Miguel opens his eyes while Fabio keeps moving the sponge over his cock, the rough surface of the sponge combined with the water gives it a unique sensation, and Miguel can quickly feel his climax coming."So close."Miguel rocks his hips upwards while Fabio keeps rubbing him with the sponge, moving it a bit faster now, his eyes locked on Miguel's and seeing the pleasure there, hearing his breathing, his own cock painfully hard now.Suddenly, Miguel's body begins to jerk, muscles contracting and hips thrusting upwards now, his face contorted in pleasure, and Fabio moans, pushing the sponge away and curling his fingers around Miguel's cock, quick jerks of his hand pull Miguel over the edge, and the older moans loudly, resting his head back against the edge of the bath.Fabio releases Miguel's cock, fingertips leisurely ghosting over Miguel's chest, feeling the muscles twitch while he leans in and presses soft kisses against his skin. Miguel laughs breathlessly, rolling his head towards Fabio, and he looks over the edge, seeing Fabio's joggers is tenting."I can help you with that," he repeats Fabio's words, and the Frenchman laughs softly, "why don't you get in, so I can return the favor?"Fabio bites his lip but stands up, pulling off his shirt and dropping it on the floor before he slips his fingers underneath his joggers and pushes them down with his boxers, standing there naked, and Miguel's eyes move over his body. Tanned, muscled chest, V-line that moves down to end with a hard cock that is standing up, leaking pre-cum."Fuck, you're beautiful."Fabio smiles, feeling a light blush creeping over him while he steps in the bath, Miguel reaches out his hands to help him sit between his legs, his hands resting on Fabio's inner thighs. Leaning back against him, Fabio turns his head."I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asks."No, I'm fine." Miguel murmurs.Lips softly kiss Fabio's shoulder, the Frenchman releasing a long breath, and he closes his eyes while he feels Miguel move one hand closer to his cock, fingertip brushing it, and he feels it twitch upwards, reacting to the touch. Fabio moans and grabs Miguel's legs with his hands, fingertips digging in the skin, when Miguel curls his fingers around the shaft and moves his hand over it slowly, thumb flicking the tip and Fabio shudders."You like that?" Miguel whispers in his ear."Yeah..."Miguel repeats the movement and smiles when he gets the same reaction, moving his other hand between Fabio's legs too and cupping his ball loosely."Oh fuck..."Fabio rocks his hips upwards, feeling Miguel's fingers move back and forth over his cock, flicking the tip and back again, while he feels the hand around his ball move further between his legs. Fabio pushes himself up a little, using Miguel's legs as leverage, so he can slide his fingers between his legs more, and Fabio's arms shake when Miguel's finger moves over his perineum. He rests his legs over Miguel's, releasing the pressure on his arms, and Miguel spreads his own legs, making Fabio's legs spread further too, and his finger keeps rubbing his perineum while he is still jerking Fabio off.Miguel shifts a little, jostling Fabio a little, and he wants to protest, but when he feels a hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks, the tip brushing the back of his balls, the words die on his lips. Fabio moves back over Miguel's hard cock, and forward into the fingers that jerk him off."Damn, this feels really fucking amazing," he breathes.Miguel smiles, one hand around Fabio's cock, and the other is used to caress and stroke Fabio's chest."Are you close?" Miguel murmurs."So close...."Miguel starts jerking him a bit faster, making Fabio move back and forth faster too, the water is now sloshing over the edge of the bath, but neither care, both are too focused on each other. Fabio suddenly stills, broken moans falling over his lips, before his body jerks violently, being pushed over the edge. His ass cheeks are clamping together while he keeps moving back and forth, and he pulls Miguel over too. Leaning over, Fabio tries to get his breathing under control again, and once he has, he slips off Miguel's lap. Sitting next to him, he looks at the other, and they both laugh."Wow, that was.....""Mind blowing." Miguel's says."Yeah, to say the least," Fabio says, taking Miguel's hand under the water, "I can't even remember having had an orgasm that intense."Miguel smiles, lifting Fabio's and his joined hands, and he presses a kiss against the back of Fabio's hand."How long have we been friends now?" the Portuguese asks."Couple of years.""And I never even thought about this.""Me neither, although I did always think you were beautiful."Miguel smiles, a blush creeping up his cheeks, and he looks away."Hey, I mean it, you're really fucking gorgeous.""Not as gorgeous as you."Now it's Fabio's turn to blush, and Miguel laughs, shivering suddenly now that the water has cooled down."We need to get out.""Yeah."Miguel stands up, wavering a little, feeling the bruises, and Fabio gets up to steady him."Thanks."Fabio helps him out before he gets out himself too, both having to walk carefully because of the water that made the tiles slippery, Miguel nudges their clothes with his feet, they're soaked. Miguel opens the door to the dryer and puts their clothes in it before he gets up again."I don't have any clothes now, I can't go back naked.""Well, you would give some very lucky ladies the day of their lives." Miguel chuckles."Yeah, thanks, but no, thanks.""And my clothes won't fit you either, they'll be too small.""I know.""Guess you're stuck here then for a couple of hours.""Hm, what to do..."Miguel smirks and walks up to him, their bodies almost touching and feeling each other's breath on their faces."I can think of something." Miguel whispers.Before Fabio can say something, the Portuguese leans in and seals their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Fabio moans into his mouth, arms circling the other's waist to pull him against him, both moaning now when their cocks brush. Fabio walks Miguel back and pushes him against the sink, Miguel places his hands on the edge and pulls himself up, so he can wrap his legs around Fabio's waist, and he pulls him in again. Miguel moves his arms around Fabio's neck, and his fingers slip into his hair, pulling him in again, and the kiss continues. Fabio's fingers curl around their cocks, rock hard again, and Miguel tugs Fabio's lip, leaning back and looking at him while he rocks up."Why didn't we do this sooner?" he says."I never even looked at a guy twice, never even thought about a guy sexually before." Fabio breathes."Me neither," Miguel says, placing his hands behind him and leaning back in favor of rocking his hips upwards, "but fuck, Fabio...."Fabio hums, eyes moving lower and resting on their cocks, aligned and both leaking pre-cum, his thumb flicks the tip, smearing it, and Miguel whimpers. Fabio uses one hand to push Miguel's legs further apart, and he moves his hand between the others legs, finger stroking Miguel's perineum and making him jerk. Fabio looks up at him, his face showing just pleasure, and the fact he is responsible for that fills him with pride."Come on, handsome..." Fabio murmurs.He moves his hand a little faster, but both their cocks is too much for one hand, and as if on cue, Miguel wraps a hand around their cocks too, and both of them start jerking."Fuck, that's so hot." Fabio whispers."Close."It doesn't take very long before both cum, bodies are jerking and breathing ragged, and Fabio moves his eyes over Miguel's chest, where their seed is mixed."I think you need a shower again," he laughs.Miguel groans, grabbing a cloth and cleaning himself up before he hops off the sink."I'm tired," he says, and he kisses Fabio. "Let's get into bed."Miguel takes Fabio's hand and pulls him along, crawling into bed and against Fabio's side, arm moving over his chest, and cheek resting on his shoulder while Fabio has an arm around Miguel's shoulder, and he pulls him closer.
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Fabio smiles when he sees the news that Iker will be replacing Joan in Assen, teeth biting his lip when he takes his phone out and looks for his number, typing out a quick message.-I'm at the W Hotel-Good for youFabio chuckles when he sees the message.- Fancy a rendezvous?-With you? AlwaysFabio smiles and send him his room number, Iker telling him it will take another hour before he's there.But when an hour has passed and Iker still isn't there he frowns, looking out the window the sky is getting dark with clouds, there was a storm coming and Iker better hurry up. Fifteen minutes later, the rain is clattering against the windows, the wind has picked up too and when there is a knock on the door, Fabio hurries to the door to open it, revealing a soaked Iker Lecuona."Oh....""Yeah, it was difficult to get a cab, everyone was in a rush but I thought I had time.""You walked here?" Fabio says disbelieving."It was hot! I thought I had time but I obviously didn't.""Come in."Fabio steps away to let him inside and he takes his hand, leading him inside."Let's get you out of these wet clothes, wouldn't want you to get sick."Fabio slowly undresses the Spaniard and drops every piece of clothing on the floor before he leans in and kisses him. Iker's hand coming up and cupping the back of Fabio's head to keep him close when he turns his face to deepen the kiss."You're slightly overdressed." Iker murmurs against his lips."Feel free to change that."Iker smiles, hands moving to the hem of Fabio's shirt and pushing it up and off of him, to drop it next to his own clothes, fingers tracing a line over a muscled chest and Fabio shivers underneath the touch. Popping the button on his jeans, Iker slides his hands inside his jeans, cupping his ass cheeks and pulling him flush against him, smirk on his lips when he feels the Frenchman is already half hard. Pushing his jeans down his legs, Fabio steps out of them before he finds himself backed up against the wall.Leaning down and sealing their lips in a passionate kiss, Fabio's arms wind around Iker's neck while he feels the Spaniard rocks his hips against his, hand moving lower and hooking the back of his knee to hoist it up and around his hip before he repeats that with the other, lifting Fabio off the ground. Walking him to the bedroom, he feels Fabio's lips kissing his neck and shoulder, suddenly feeling the mattress in his back, Iker sits up on his knees, eyes moving over the most beautiful body he has ever seen.Hooking his fingers in the band of his boxers, Iker pushes it down, eyes looking at Fabio, the Frenchman lifts his hips so Iker can take it off, cock now hard and tip an angry red. Pulling the boxers off, he throws them away before he leans in, closing his eyes and nosing Fabio's erection having the Frenchman moan and Iker hums."You smell so good."Without warning, Iker takes him in, sinking down on him the whole way and feeling the tip brush the back of his neck. Fingers slip in his hair, tugging but not to hard, arching his hips off the bed and Iker places his hands on his hips, pushing them down and forcing them on the bed while he keeps moving up and down over his shaft. Tongue curling around his cock, Fabio groans, body squirming with delight and fingers moving from Iker's hair to the bed sheet, bunching it in his hands and when Iker flicks his tongue over the tip, he feels his climax closing in dangerously fast."No.....please......"Iker, however, pays no attention to the Frenchman and keeps working on his cock, fingers moving between Fabio's legs and circling his perineum and it is enough to make him cum."Fuuucckkkkk."Fabio's eyes roll into the back of his head with pleasure, body jerking and squirming on the bed but now, trying to push Iker away, it's too much, he's too sensitive.Eventually, Iker releases him with a plop, kissing his way up a shuddering body and ending with a sweet, soft but long kiss on Fabio's lips.Iker lies ext to him on his side, head supported by his hand and he smiles, the fact he is the reason Fabio is such a mess right now filling him with pride. Fabio needs a good 15 minutes to be able to form a coherent sentence again and he licks his lips."That was....wow...""I'll take that as a compliment." Iker chuckles."Oh it is... I forgot how good you are at blow jobs."Iker smiles, seeing Fabio has trouble keeping his eyes open and he leans in to kiss his cheek."Get some sleep.""What about you?""I'm fine, I'll just take a cold shower or something.""Can't let you leave with that." Fabio says and nods at Ikers now half hard cock."It's OK, really and besides, I have an appointment with the team, I need to be updated on everything.""But your clothes are still wet."Iker frowns, he has a point there."You know, you could borrow something of mine, we are about the same build and height.""Yeah?""Sure."Fabio pushes himself up and points towards the closet."Just pick something, I would walk with you but, you know, my legs are still a bit like jello after that mind shattering blow job."Iker blushes and walks to the closet to grab a jeans and white shirt, surprised Fabio even has one and he puts them on, looking at himself in the mirror."You look hot." Fabio smiles.Iker laughs and looks at him."Thanks, I'll see you later.""Hey, Iker," Fabio says and Iker pauses in his steps,"just uhm, be careful OK?""Yeah, sure." Iker says."I mean it, that Honda you are about to ride, it already put three riders in hospital with broken bones, one of them an eight time world champion, I don't want you to become the fourth so please, be careful."Iker hesitates before he walks up to Fabio, the Frenchman sitting up now and Iker sits down at the edge of the bed, hand cupping Fabio's cheek and the other leans into the touch."I'll be careful, I promise."He says, leaning in and kissing the Yamaha rider slow and sweet before he leaves.***********************************************************During the race on Sunday, Iker sees Fabio has crashed out together with Zarco but he doesn't know what happened because he is too busy keeping the Honda in line and fighting with the surrounding guys. 12 laps before the end, however, his Honda breaks down and he has to ride it into pit lane, being quite angry at the bike because he was doing really well. He's so busy with talking to his crew chief about what happened, he forgets Fabio fell but when he does, he picks up his phone and leaves for his motor home to change but before he does he and Fabio a message.-Hope you're OK after your crash?While waiting for answer, Iker changes into the jeans and shirt he burrowed from Fabio and he smiles when the shirt still smells like the Frenchman a little. When Iker comes back, he sees Fabio hasn't answered him yet and he frowns, this isn't like him, he's always quick to answer and he searches for Tom's number.-Hey, is Fabio OK? I texted him but he's not answering.What he is not prepared for is the picture Tom sends him and the message he damaged his toe further and probably needs surgery and he twisted his elbow that is being held in place by a sling.-Where is he?-In his hotel room, if you want some time with him, you need to hurry, our plane to France leaves in 4 hours, he has surgery tomorrow morning.Iker quickly grabs his things and hurries to the hotel, making his way to the right floor and tapping Fabio's door, the Frenchman opening it and Iker hurries inside and out of sight. Fabio closes the door and, just in case, locks it, before he turns to the Spaniard."I should have asked you to be careful instead of the other way around, what happened?""I lost the front, took Johann with me, he stayed with me tho and helped me up.""That's good,"Iker says and walks up closer, noticing the small cuts in his face,"does it hurt? Your elbow?""A little, it will be better soon though.""Is there anything I can do?""You could kiss me.""What?" Iker asks surprised."Just kiss me, we are wasting time and I don't have a lot.""I know but.... I also know what will happen after that kiss and I... I don't want to hurt you.""I'm wearing a medical boot and I don't need my arm for you to fuck me."Iker's mouth goes dry with the prospect and Fabio steps up to him to kiss him."Are you sure?""Yes, and I want my jeans and shirt back so, you'll be practically naked anyway so, please stop talking and get on with it, baby.""The sling stays on tho, I'm not taking any risks with you."Iker leans in, kissing Fabio's lips deeply and his good arm winds around his waist, guiding him to the couch, Iker breaks the kiss to take off his jeans and shirt, lastly pushing down his boxers and he looks at Fabio. Smiling, Iker pops the button of his jeans and pushes it down his hips before he leans in and kisses him again. Arms winding around Fabio's waist and pushing his boxers down and when Fabio pulls up his shirt with his good hand, Iker stops him."Let me." Iker says.The Spaniard takes the shirt and pushes it up, Fabio taking out one arm first and then Iker pulls it over his head, being extra careful when he slides it over Fabio's hurt arm and he drops it on the ground.Iker sits down on the couch and pulls the Yamaha rider on top of him, both groaning when their cocks brush. Iker shifts and one hand pulls Fabio down into a kiss while the other moves between the Frenchmans legs, fingers circling his hole and back up again, fondling his balls having Fabio moans into his mouth.Iker pulls back his hands and smells his fingers, humming and he looks at Fabio while he sucks his fingers inside, coating them with his saliva before he moves them between Fabio's legs again.The next moments are used by Iker to work the other open, pushing one finger inside, then two and eventually three, Fabio rocking back and forth on them and when Iker pulls them back, Fabio whimpers."Come here." Iker whispers.Cupping Fabio's ass cheeks, he pulls him in closer, Fabio sitting up and feeling Iker's tip is placed against his opening, letting it slip inside and Fabio sinks down on him on one smooth move."Oh god..." Iker moans.Resting his head back against the back rest of the couch, Iker closes his eyes, mouth open when Fabio starts to rock back and forth, swiveling his hips and taking him in deeper. Fingers dig into Fabio's hips as he starts rocking faster, Iker thrusting up into him and both groan. Fabio grabs the back of the couch with his good hand to place more force behind his rocking, feeling Iker's cock twitch inside him. Leaning against Iker, Fabio's cock is trapped between their body's, being rubbed in all the right ways and he whimpers.Knowing they are in a hotel, Fabio kisses Iker's lips to muffle the moans and whimpers slipping from their lips. Fabio cumming between them, soiling both their chests. Muscles clamping around Iker's cock and sucking him in deeper, making the Spaniard cum too.Arms wind around Fabio's frame and he pulls him closer, moving his hands up and down Fabio's back making him shiver."I need to get cleaned up," Fabio says,"my flight...""I know."Iker stands up with Fabio in his arms and helps him clean himself up before he helps him get dressed too."Your clothes are dry too." Fabio says and nods towards a bundle of folded clothes."Thanks." Iker smiles.After he got dressed, Iker walks up to Fabio and kisses him."Good luck tomorrow." he says."Thank you."
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The next change Iker and Fabio get to spend some time together is after the Superbike race in Imola, since it's two weeks for the next race and MotoGP still has summer break. But since both the riders houses are a no go, and Italy is more or less Ducati land, they decide to meet in the middle.SardiniaSince Fabio doesn't have any experience with booking something, Iker takes that upon himself, knowing Fabio doesn't really have any demands, if there's a bed and a bathroom and loads of privacy, he's fine.Iker found the perfect place, a luxurious villa tucked away in the west, with only trees surrounding it and a small path to a private beach. He sends Fabio the address and leaves for his flight.Since it's closer to Andorra and the flight is an hour shorter, Fabio arrives there first, having checked in and making his way to the villa. Parking his rental inside the gate, he looks up at the house. It's painted white and has blue shutters that are closed. Walking inside he finds himself on a platform, right in front of him there is an arch to the living room with dark mahogany parquet and cabinets and closets from the same wood. The furniture is white and there is a large white high-pile carpet in front of the TV and a smaller one in front of the fireplace and Fabio's eyes light up.He can definitely work with that.Inspecting the rest of the house, he discovers a very large bedroom with a just as large bathroom that has the bathtub in the middle on a raised platform and he looks out the large window, only thing he sees there is ocean.When he hears the door and Iker's voice, he smiles, running down the stairs and stopping when he sees Iker, backpack with him and he smiles."Hey, I thought you would already be here, what do you think?" the Spaniard says while dropping his things on the floor."I love it, it's perfect." Fabio says."Good, I rented it for a couple of days, I hope that's OK.""Yeah sure, already thought of a couple of things we can do."Iker laughs, wrapping his arms around the Frenchman when he comes within reach and pulling him close. Lips meet in a soft and sweet kiss. Breaking it, Iker closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Fabio's releasing a deep breath."You OK?" Fabio asks."Yeah, just.... I don't know, tough weekend.""How about a bath then? To relax those muscles?""Sounds perfect.""If you take the bags to the bedroom, I'll run the bath.""Sounds perfect."Both walk up the stairs and into the bedroom, Fabio walking through to the bathroom and he opens the faucet, picking the lavender scented oil and dropping some drops into it. Stepping back he watches the foam forming while he discards his shirt and drops it next to him followed by his jeans and when he feels two arms sliding around him from behind, he jumps, releasing a breathy laugh when he realizes Iker is completely naked."Hm, just me, that smells amazing.""Lavender oil,"he says."You're too good for me, babe."Fabio smiles, covering Iker's hands with his and turning his face, leaning in for a kiss. Suddenly Iker breaks the kiss and leans forward, closing the faucet and Fabio laughs."Oops, got distracted."Iker smiles and after Fabio has taken off his boxers too, they step in the bath, Fabio sitting down and pulling Iker between his legs but making sure there is some distance between them. Hands reach out and start massaging his shoulders, thumbs rubbing the place between the shoulder blades and Iker moans, head falling back."That feels like heaven." he groans.Fabio smiles and feels how Iker's hands come to rest on his lower legs, he keeps massaging Iker's shoulders before he moves lower, working on his back having Iker arch it."How's your toe?" he suddenly asks."Good, still sensitive with some movements but it's fine.""Will it be fully healed for the second part of the season?""I don't know but it will be good enough."Iker hums, little moans coming from his lips while Fabio keeps massaging him and eventually, his arms slip around Iker's waist and he pulls him back against him. Iker leans back, feeling Fabio's chest against his back and he rests his hands on Fabio's, lacing their fingers. The Spaniard turns his head to the side, looking out the window and seeing the ocean, feeling the slight breeze coming in and he closes his eyes and shivers."Cold?" Fabio asks, pressing a kiss against his sleep."A bit.""Hm, you know, I saw this fireplace, with a very soft rug in front of it...."Iker smiles and sits up, both getting out of the bath and drying each other off before they walk into the living room. Because the shutters are still closed, it's a bit dim on the room and while Fabio tries to get the hearth going, Iker walks back into the bedroom to grab something and he manages to find some candles, placing them around the room and lighting them. Once done, Fabio has managed to get the hearth going and he turns to Iker, sinking to his knees."Come here."Iker smiles and walks up to him, taking his hands and sinking through his knees too, chests almost touching and both lean in to let their lips meet in a kiss. It's slow and sweet but son turns heated and passionate. Fabio pushing Iker on his back and lying down next to him, hand moving over his muscles and slowly moving lower, reaching the base of his cock, already hard and Iker arches his hips upwards.Fabio smiles against his lips and Iker blushes."It's been awhile." he whispers.Fabio nods, eyes looking at something to his right and he sees Iker is holding up lube, taking it from him, Fabio moves between the others legs and starts on working him open. Iker placing his feet on the rug and grabbing it with his hands while Fabio is pushing first one, then two and eventually three fingers inside him."So good...."Fabio looks up at him, strong muscles and long slender neck, cheeks that are slightly flushed and he pulls his fingers back, moving away and lying next to him."Want you to ride me."Iker shudders and rolls on top of Fabio, pushing himself up with his hands on Fabio's chest before he sits up a little, feeling how Fabio places the tip of his cock against his opening and it slips inside, Iker groaning with the feeling and sinking down on him until he has Fabio's cock inside him all the way.Pausing for a moment, Iker leans his head back and Fabio just watches him, light of the fire and the candles casting a beautiful glow over his body and he looks like an angel. When Iker begins to move, both moan, Fabio's fingers digging in the skin of the Spaniards hips, closing his eyes and rocking up into him slowly. Iker moves his hands from Fabio's chest to his knees and he leans back, head falling forward and eyes moving over Fabio's muscles, watching them relax and tense beautifully. He rocks back and forth a little more, swiveling his hips having both the guys moan, Fabio's hands gripping Iker's hips tighter and rocking up harder too."Tócame."Being fluent at Spanish, Fabio's hand instantly moves to Iker's cock, fingers curling around it and Iker moans, rocking back, impaling himself on Fabio's cock, and forward, pushing his own cock into Fabio's fingers, feeling his thumb flick the tip and he shudders, muscles already clamping down on Fabio's cock having the Frenchman moan."Muy cerca..." Fabio whispers.Iker speeds up a little, eyes locking in on dark brown and biting his lip, feeling his climax wash over him but keeping contact with Fabio's eyes, watching them roll into the back of his head when he cums too.Iker leans down, placing his hands next to Fabio's back and sealing their lips in a deep kiss, swallowing their moans. Riding out their orgasms, Iker breaks the kiss while Fabio's hands move up and down his back slowly. Rolling off of him, Iker moans when Fabio slips out of him, breathing heavy and hands find each other, fingers lacing together.
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It's around noon when Jaume finds himself roaming the streets of Istanbul, he thought it would be a good idea to there alone, thinking there would be enough to do and there probably is but going there alone was a mistake. Taking a deep breath he finds himself in the harbor of the large metropolis and his eyes scan the luxury boats there when he suddenly frowns. Squinting his eyes he wonders if they are deceiving him but when he takes a couple of steps closer, he smiles, recognizing the young handsome guy.Deniz finally stumbles out from below deck, squinting his eyes against the sun and groaning, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down in the lounge area of the boot. Spotting his sunglasses, he grabs them to put them on before he drinks his water bottle half empty."Someone's thirsty." he hears and he knows that voice, taking off his sunglasses for a better look at the shadow looking down at him he smiles when he recognizes him."Jaume!"The Spaniard laughs and watches how Deniz gets up, just a little too fast and he wavers, Jaume being quick to jump towards him and steady him."Thanks," Deniz says,"guess I shouldn't make any sudden movements.""What did you do?" Jaume says and carefully sits him back down and he sits down next to him."Partied, last night, morning, I don't really remember how late we came back but the sun was already getting up.""You didn't party after your first win in Germany?""Of course we did just not all night and part of the morning.""You deserved it, I was so happy for you.""God me too, everyone was teasing me about it, saying everyone who Toprak has under his wings has won a race except for little Deniz.""You're not that little anymore." Jaume laughs."No, I'm even taller than Can!" Deniz says proudly."So, where are your friends?""In town, they wanted to do some shopping and then have dinner tonight.""And they left you here alone?""They tried to wake me up, but, being a Moto3 rider, training and diet and everything, I'm not used to partying and drinking all night and part of the morning so.... I told them to go without me and I'd meet them at the restaurant tonight.""I'm sure you would have left some broken hearts in your wake last night.""What?" Deniz asks, looking at him puzzled."Well, look at you," Jaume makes a gesture towards the young rider,"hair a mess, shirt open till your belly button, I'm sure a lot of girls and maybe even older women would have fallen at your feet.""Right."Deniz snorts and rests his head back against the couch, Jaume's eyes follow the curve of his neck, adams apple moving down and back up whole he swallows. Eyes moving lower and over that beautiful tanned skin, cursing the one button that is fastened and that is depriving him of more skin being exposed. What he wouldn't give to just reach out and touch, touch that skin that is almost calling out to him. When they hear some ruckus they both look up, a group of four waling their way and Deniz sits up, waving to them, saying to Jaume those are his friends."Hey you got some company!" one of them says,"from a fellow rider! You're Jaume Masia aren't you?"The man steps on the boat and introduces himself as Mustafa with a firm handshake."Yeah, hi." Jaume says, standing now too."That's Murat and you probably know Can. What brings you to our beautiful Istanbul?""Wanted to see something from the world I guess.""Don't you travel all around the world?" Murat says."Yeah but not to Turkey.""Fair enough.""I thought we would meet at the restaurant?" Deniz says surprised."Yeah, about that,"Can says,"I felt a little guilty for leaving you behind so, we came back!""Lucky me." Deniz laughs."Uhm, maybe I should just go..."Jaume feels all eyes on him while he steps back but Deniz sits up and looks at him."No, don't be silly, you can stay if you want, right guys?""Sure, yeah.""Feel free."Jaume smiles, sitting back down again and looking at Can and Deniz, he can't believe they are actually twins, they look so different, not long ago, Can was twice the height Deniz had but now, Deniz could maybe even be taller, he's certainly more handsome and attractive.The rest of the afternoon is spent talking and laughing and just hanging around a bit until the night falls and everyone is getting ready to go to the restaurant."Are you coming?" Can asks his twin."No, I uhm...Jaume is alone and well, it would be cruel to leave him to his fate." Deniz says and looks at Jaume."He can join us." one of the friends suggests."Oh no, I've only been here a day and my body isn't used to the spicy food here, I'd better keep away from it.""Oh right, that's too bad.""You just go, I'll stay with him.""OK, suit yourself, we'll bring something back for you.""Thanks guys."Both riders watch the friends walk away and once the have rounded the corner, Deniz looks at Jaume, head tilted a little."Did you mean it?" he asks."Mean what?""What you said, about, you know, girls falling at my feet.""Of course I did.""Would you?""Me?" Jaume asks, releasing a breathy laugh."Yeah, would you," Deniz starts and moves around until he is sitting right next to Jaume, leaning back, spreading his arms on the backrest of the couch,"fall at my feet."The younger rider looks up at him with eyes that could make him do whatever he wants and the Turkish rider knows that."In a heartbeat, you're fucking gorgeous, Deniz.""You're not so bad yourself either." he smirks.Jaume smiles, feeling his cheeks heat up and when Deniz roams his eyes over his body, he shifts."Am I making you uncomfortable?""You're making me hard."Taking back by the comment, Jaume laughs, moving in closer and straddling him, hand reaching out and taking Deniz' hand, slowly moving it lower and to cover his cock, rocking up into the hand and Jaume moans."Shit..." Deniz whispers, eyes wide and looking at their joined hands, covering Jaume's hard cock."Am I making you uncomfortable?" Jaume says now."You're making me hard." Deniz says, looking up and smirking.Jaume leans in, sealing their lips in a deep kiss, Deniz moaning into the olders mouth and free hand finding home on Jaume's hip, fingers digging into the skin while, Jaume's free hand roams Deniz' chest, feeling the muscles underneath the skin twitching, reacting to his touch and he pops the only button that holds the shirt together.Pushing the shirt aside, Jaume leans back and looks at the exposed skin, right there, in front of him, calling out to him again, begging to be touched, kissed."Fucking perfection." the Spaniard whispers.Leaning in and dragging his tongue over a nipple, Deniz groans, closing his eyes and hand slipping in long blonde hair, head falling back and back arching when Jaume tugs it with his teeth and when the younger feels a hand slide lower he clears his throat."Maybe we should move this below deck..."Jaume leans back, looking at Deniz, pupils blown already and cheeks flushed. Pushing himself up, he takes Deniz hand and leads him below deck. Letting Deniz leading the way to his bedroom and closing the door and locking it, just in case."Where were we." Jaume says.Stepping closer, Jaume moves his hands over Deniz' skin, moving up and over his shoulder to push the shirt away and it rustles to the floor before he gives the younger a push. Deniz falls on the bed, leaning up on his elbows while Jaume crawls over him, keeping their eyes locked while he leans in to kiss and tug his nipples again. Deniz moans, fingers slipping in his hairs again and head pushed into the pillow.When Jaume suddenly breaks the contact, Deniz opens his eyes, just to see Jaume sitting up and taking off his shirt, he's not as tanned or muscled as Deniz himself is but he's still beautiful. Reaching out and touching him, Jaume shivers and he leans over Deniz to seal their lips in a deep kiss. Rocking his hips over Deniz', the younger moans while he rocks up, creating delicious friction.Jaume moves his arms underneath Deniz and turns their positions, hand moving lower and brushing his cock through his slacks."This needs to go." Jaume says.Deniz smiles, sitting up and opening the zipper, momentarily moving away a little to take it off, only being in his boxers now he raises an eyebrow. Jaume chuckles and moves his hands down to pop the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down too. Deniz takes over by taking the band in his hands and pulling it down his legs to drop it on the floor. Eyes moving up over his legs, they pause at his cock, making his boxers tent and the Turkish rider bites his lip."You ever been with a man before?" Jaume asks."No." Deniz says softly."Hey," Jaume says and sits up, cupping Deniz' cheek and making him look at him,"nothing happens that you don't want, OK?""OK.""And besides, you probably don't have lube anyway so..."Jaume stops taking when Deniz leans over him and opens the drawer of his bedside table, taking something out and Jaume sees a small bottle of lube. Looking at Deniz he raises his eyebrow."What? It's easier when you jerk off, the feeling is nicer when it's you know, slippery.""True.""So, what happens now?""Well, I know what I want.""What?""I want to fuck you senseless."Deniz eyes widen with the words and Jaume laughs."It's more about what you want, really, you're the one that's still, you know, more or less a virgin.""You're not then?""No, I've been with men.""More than one?""Yeah, I've known I'm gay for some years now, long enough to know what to do and how to ease someone new into it, are you up for it?""Yes.""Are you sure?""Yes," Deniz says and crawls into Jaume's lap," I want you to fuck me, be my first."The Turkish rider starts kissing the others skin while he rocks back and forth in his lap, cocks rubbing together and while they had gone soft during their talk, they fill up quickly again."Lie on your back." Jaume says.Deniz does what he says and he watches as Jaume pulls down his boxers and takes it off him, dropping it to the floor. Grabbing a pillow, he gestures for Deniz to lift his hips so he can slide it underneath them. Lying on his stomach himself, Jaume slides his hands underneath Deniz' ass cheeks and lifts him up a little more, Deniz' legs falling open automatically. Cock lying on his stomach, Jaume looks up at him while he leans down, dragging his tongue over Deniz' hole making the younger moan loud. Hands fist the sheet and bunch it together while Jaume keeps lapping at his hole and suddenly pushes his tongue inside."Oh sikişmek.." Deniz moans.Jaume smiles, keeping his tongue working on his hole while he pulls one hand back and grabs the lube, opening it and dripping some on his hole after he has moved away a little. Using his finger to smear it around his hole, he looks up at Deniz, looking at him while he pushes a finger inside making Deniz whimper."You OK?""Hm, yesss...."Jaume pushes it in further and moves it around, making a come hither movement that has Deniz howl at the ceiling."Lanet olsun..."Jaume has no idea what he is saying but he keeps on working the younger and he slowly pushes in a second finger. Deniz is moving back on the digit, hips pushing down on them and swiveling, humming with delight."You like this?""God yes...don't stop, please...""I won't, I won't stop until I have my cock buried deep inside you and have you moaning and whimpering and screaming my name."Deniz whines, feeling how a third finger is being pushed inside, head rolling from right to left and hips moving irregular now, Jaume keeps working on him for a couple of more moments until he pulls his fingers back, earning him a whine from Deniz."Don't worry," Jaume says, sitting up and removing his boxers, Deniz looking up and seeing a long thick cock standing up, ready for action and he licks his lips,"you want that inside you, çocuk?"Deniz looks at Jaume and tilts his head at the Turkish endearment and the Spaniard smiles."Maybe I fantasized about this, about having you."Deniz smiles and lies back while Jaume leans over him."Pull your legs up."Deniz does what he says and Jaume moves a hand lower, taking his cock on hand and placing the tip against Deniz' opening, slipping the tip inside."You ready?""Fuck yes."Jaume places his hand next to Deniz head and slowly pushes in, watching Deniz' face for any discomfort but he seems to be OK and he pushes in all the way before he pauses."No, move, please."Jaume starts to move, slow at first, pulling out and pushing back in, out and back in again, swiveling his hips and hearing a guttural moan escaping Deniz' lips. Head pushed back into the pillow and eyes closed, Jaume lets his eyes roam over the beautiful body that is writhing beneath him, because of him."Çok güzelsin."Hearing Jaume talking in his native tongue is so hot, Deniz arches his hips upwards and meets his thrusting. Jaume slides a hand down Deniz'chest, moving to his side and hip and over his leg, hooking it in the back of his knee and hoisting it over his hip. Thrusting into him deeper, Deniz' breathing hitches, hands fisting the sheet and pulling it up, in the meantime pushing himself down and onto Jaume's cock.The room is filling with the smell of sex, creaking of the bed and moans and whimpers from the both of them. Leaning in and kissing Deniz, the younger slips his fingers in blonde hair and he leans up a little to deepen the kiss."Hm, close..." Deniz whispers.Jaume starts to thrust faster and harder, fucking Deniz for real now, knowing he can take it."Yes....""Are you going to scream my name?" Jaume asks, nipping the skin of Deniz shoulder."I......want to....""But?""People around,..""Right."Jaume keeps fucking into Deniz hard and fast, feeling his body shudder and jerk, sealing their lips in a deep kiss to swallow his cries of pleasure while he cums violently. Muscles clamping Jaume's cock like a vice and sucking him in deeper, it is enough to make him cum too. Both shudder and still before Jaume reaches out slowly, looking at Deniz, the younger having closed his eyes and lying pliant beneath him.Jaume smiles, pulling out of him and Deniz whimpers while Jaume falls down next to him. After having come down from their high, Jaume stumbles out of bed and into the bathroom to grab a cloth and he slowly and carefully cleans Deniz up. The younger shivering with the touch, still being sensitive and he drops it on the floor before he moves in next to Deniz again. The younger turning on his side and curling around Jaume, the Spaniard wraps an arm around the younger and pulls him closer, pressing a kiss against his head."Uyku.""I find you talking Turkish very hot." Deniz says.Jaume chuckles and feels Deniz smiling against his skin too.
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Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
Jaume feels the beat of the music going through his body the moment he steps into the club, beams of all colours are moving through the club and it's a blur of people on the dancefloor."Come, let's get a drink first!" his friend says to him and Jaume nods.Walking to the bar, he's glad the only source of light are those beams so people don't recognize him, he loves interacting with fans but this is the summer break and he just needs to think about something else then riding his bike.While waiting for their drinks, Jaume lets him eyes move over the dancefloor, wondering if
he should join them. Then, from the corner of his eyes he sees a figure dancing, tilting his head a little and there is something about the way he moves that pulls Jaume in but he can't quite figure out what. When the person turns around tho, he knows.
Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
Coming in, coming in, so, so hot
Loving it, loving it, non, non stop
Another round, round
We double down, down
Bittersweet, bittersweet, one more shot
Let me see, let me see what you got
I want it right now
Yeah
Deniz. Right there, dancing, moving to the beat, swaying that beautiful body from left to right, hair wet ands ticking to his forehead. He's obviously been here for some time already and Jaume shifts on his barstool while his eyes are glued to the Turkish rider.Flashes of that night they shared together on the boat in Istanbul coming back to, now several about two weeks ago. He wonders if the young rider thinks of it sometimes, even if it's just a little.Jaume does, more then he would like to admit, he's had his nights with men, not much but he never thought back to it. The night he shared with Deniz was different, he can't seem to forget it.
Baby, I want you
So won't you come rock my body?
Body, body
Won't you come rock my body?
Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
He would love to just go up to Deniz and dance with him, the closer the better, almost touching, looking into those beautiful eyes. Feel his hand on him, everywhere, pulling him close, holding him, maybe moving around him, dance against him from behind, They're almost the same height, it would be a perfect fit, his hips against Deniz’ ass, maybe even vwiveling them a bit, just to see his reaction.
It's in the air, just breathe it in
Another rush, it's kicking in
Under the lights, I feel you near
I want you close, I want you here
It's in the air, it's in the air
Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
Suddenly Deniz looks at him and Jaume is frozen on his barstool, feeling his heartbeat pick up and cheeks heat, like he was caught with his hand in the cookiejar. Deniz smiles, a smile that turns in a smirk and the Turkish rider makes a come-hither movement with his finger.Slowly, Jaume slips from the barstool, feeling his friend take his arm and without taking his eyes from Deniz, he says he needs to do something. Moving through the crowd, the two loose eye contact and on feeling, Jaume walks into the direction he thinks Deniz is.When he begins to realise he might have been going into the wrong direction, someone moves up on him from behind, feeling the heat coming off of Deniz.“Fancy seeing you here.” he whispers.Jaume shivers, feeling Deniz push up against his back, hands in his sides and hips rubbing up against his hips.
Baby, I need you 'til the morning
I hear my body calling
So keep the party rocking all night
Baby, oh, we can skip the talking
You know there's only one thing tonight
So won't you come rock my body?
Jaume moves with him, head turning and looking over his schoulder, seeing Deniz looking back and leaning in.“You have any idea how many nights I've been thinking about that night when I would be in my bed, falling asleep with your face in my mind?”Jaume bites his lip, feeling one hand moving up and underneath his shirt, fingers carressing his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.“Let's get out of here.” Deniz says.
Won't you come rock my body?
Won't you come rock my body?
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15 minutes later finds them in some villa at the beach, Jaume hearing the sea outside but before he has the chance to say something Deniz is on him. Lips cover his in a demanding kiss while his hands slip underneath Jaume's shirt and buches it up to pull it off of him. While kissing passionatly, Deniz pushes Jaume backwards and against the wall. Hands moving lower and popping the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper and pushing it down his hips."Someone is in a hurry." Jaume murmurs against Deniz' lips.The younger leans back and looks at him shyly, suddenly aware of his behavior and Jaume laughs."It's ok, I like it." Jaume laughs.Cupping Deniz cheek, he pulls him in another deep kiss while it's now his turn to undress the Turkish rider, pulling off his shirt and pushing his shorts from his hips to let it bunch around his feet. Turning their positions, Jaume pushes Deniz against the wall and taps his hip. Deniz lifts his leg and Jaume grabs it, hoisting it around his hip, pushing him against the wall with his hip, Deniz lifts his other legs to wrap around Jaume's waist and he locks his ankles on his back, arching his back and rubbing his hips against Jaume's, making both moan."Take me to bed." Deniz whispers.Jaume nods, needing to look where he is going and he feels Deniz wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing the skin he can reach. In the bedroom, he puts the younger down and they get out of their shoes and boxers to fall between the sheets. Jaume covers Deniz' body, taking his hands and pinning them above his head, kissing his neck."How many nights?" Jaume asks."What?" Deniz asks confused, head already filled with pleasure and blood having gone down to his cock."How many nights did you think of that night on the boat.""Every damn night..."Deniz whines when Jaume bites down on his skin, not hard enough to break but hard enough to leave a mark."Really?""Yeah, sometimes, I would get so hard so fast, I just couldn't help myself but jerk off, I would cum so fast tho....just thinking about having you with me...""Well, I'm here...."Jaume leans back and looks at him, dark eyes looking back at him and Jaume smiles, pulling up his knees and leaning up a little, eyes moving lower and watching that beautiful tanned body beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly with his ragged breathing and he looks up again."Çok mukemmel." he murmurs."Fuck I love it when you speak Turkish."Jaume laughs and leans in for another kiss, it's sweet and soft and long but eventually, Deniz becomes impatient, hips rocking up and swiveling for friction."You want to be fucked again?""Or?""I don't know, you could fuck me, I could ride you.""You would let me?"Jaume looks at Deniz, his voice sounding questioning and he tilts his head."Of course I would, Bebetom.""I've never...""I can work myself open if you like."Deniz nods, not knowing if he could do that and he leans over to the bedside table, taking the lube out and handing it to Jaume. The Spaniard sits up, straddling Deniz' chest and squirting some on his hand before he moves it around him and between his ass cheeks. One hand grabs the headboard to steady himself while he starts working himself open, pushing in one finger and moving it around before pushin gin a second, sciccoring them and finding his prostate.Jaume moans and throws his head in his neck, Deniz' hands finding home on his hips and digging into the skin, scene above him and the noises Jaume is making, hardening his own cock even more. When Jaume is done, he releases the headboard and looks down at the Turkish rider, hair falling over his face and he grabs Deniz' cock, placing it against his opening and slipping the tip inside."Oh god..." Deniz moans.Jaume breaths out slow, sinking down on him slowly, taking his time, his eyes watching Deniz and his reaction to being gripped by him. Eyes closing and mouth opening, head pushed back into the pillow and Jaume smiles when he is fully inside him. Placing his hands on his chest, Jaume shifts a little, feeling Deniz slipping inside more.The Turkish rider groans and digs his nails into Jaume's hips, the Spaniard starting to rock back and forth, swiveling and moving up and down. It doesn't take long before Deniz starts to thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock deep inside Jaume. Leaning back and placing his hips on Deniz' knees, Jaume throws his head bac and starts to push himself back and forth while Deniz uses his hands to move him along too. Moan and whimpers filling the room and smell of sex heavy while both get lost in the feeling.Jaume loving the way Deniz' cock feels inside him, feeling every ridge and vein and Deniz loving the feeling of his cock being surrounded by wet heat, being sucked inside so deep it seems impossible.Suddenly, Deniz sits up, spreading his legs and Jaume falling back on the bed, Deniz grabbing Jaume's hips tighter and pulling him towards him to fuck him hard and deep having Jaume howl at the ceiling, bunching the sheet in his hands and mouth and eyes wide open. Arching his hips off the bed, Deniz slips inside even more, making both whimper."Oh fuck yes....Deniz...."The younger rider pounds into him, feeling his orgasm coming and biting his lip, chasing it, it's so close and just when he can feel it taking over, Jaume comes violently, body jerking and convulsing on the bed, muscles gripping him like a vice and Deniz moans, feeling his orgasm taking over, shooting electrical pulses through his body and filling Jaume up.Falling back on the bed, both spent and exhausted, they groan when Deniz slips out of him, breathing hard, both need a couple of minutes to get their bearings back.Jaume recovers first, crawling up on the bed and falling next to the Turkish rider."Fuck, that was amazing.""Hm..." Deniz says and licks his lips."You are giving a whole new meaning to the words 'Turkish Delight'." Jaume breathes.Deniz laughs, turning his head and looking at Jaume who laughs too.
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It's already late in the afternoon when Deniz returns to his hotel room, he closes the door and leans against it for a bit, being a bit high on his win and drunk from the champagne and when he looks into the room he frowns. It's dim because the curtains are closed but he can't remember he did that, maybe housekeeping?Deniz shrugs and walks into the living room, wanting to open the curtains and his hands reach out to them."Leave them closed." he suddenly hears a low voice saying.Deniz jumps and whirls around, hand on his heart that is beating fast."Fucking hell, Jaume....."The Spaniard stands up from the couch he was sitting on and looks at Deniz, he can only see his silhouette but his eyes are burning, feral look in them and Deniz laughs nervously."I'm uh....sorry about your race..""Was my own stupid mistake." Jaume whispers.The Leopard rider slowly walks up to the Turkish rider who instinctively takes a step back. Jaume notices and smirks, eyes still looking feral, like a predator eyeing up his prey. Suddenly, Jaume is on him, grabbing his shirt and pushing him up against the window behind him, lips seeking his and kissing him roughly, pushing a leg between Deniz' legs and rubbing his cock. Deniz moans into his mouth, feeling how Jaume rips open his sponsor shirt and arms circle his waist. Not wasting much time, hands slip inside his pants on the back, cupping his ass cheeks and squeezing them, pulling him flush against him."Shit...." Deniz breathes out.The Turkish rider is being lifted up and he wraps his arms around Jaume's shoulder, hips rocking up and friction so good. Walking him to the bedroom, Jaume crawls on the bed, laying Deniz down and covering him with his body before he leans back. Dark eyes move over dark skin, chest heaving with his fast breathing and Jaume moves his fingers over the skin. Reaching the band of it, he looks up, Deniz nodding and Jaume pops the button before pulling the zipper down. Curling his fingers around the band, he pushes it down his legs, dropping it on the floor before he starts with the Turkish boxers and he drops that on the floor too.Suddenly Deniz comes up and grabs Jaume's shirt."You're very overdressed." he says.Jaume smiles, letting Deniz pull his shirt off of him and working on his jeans, pushing it down his hips and dropping it on the floor and it is soon followed by his boxers. Jaume pushes the Turkish rider on his back again, leaning over him and grabbing the lube from the bedside table, using it to open up the other for him. Jaume doesn't use a lot of finesse and it's obvious what he wants, what he needs but Deniz lets him. Looking up at the ceiling, he bites his lip to muffle his cries and whimpers, knowing they are in a hotel and people are around.Then, Jaume pulls his fingers out of him and covers him, one hand next to his head and the other grabs his leg and pushes it up and out, moving his hips so the tip of his cock is pushing against Deniz' opening. Seeking his eyes, Deniz' breath is stolen when Jaume surges down and seals their lips in a heated kiss while he thrust his cock inside Deniz in one push and he immediately sets a brutal pace, fucking into Deniz hard and rough.The Turkish rider whimpers into his mouth, feeling pain and he bites down on Jaume's lip, breaking the skin and tasting blood but Jaume continues to fuck him hard. Bed creaking under the force and it bumps against the wall with every inwards thrust. Deniz grabs Jaume's face, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper and hips arching off the bed, feeling Jaume's cock slip in deeper. Brushing his prostate over and over, Deniz moves his hands from Jaume's face to the bars of the bed, grabbing them and pushing his head back into the pillow. Jaume kisses Deniz' skin, sinking his teeth in it and dragging his tongue over the abused skin.Deniz shudders, curling his leg around Jaume's waist, the Spaniard sitting back and grabbing Deniz' hips, pulling him over his cock, smell of sex heavy and moans and whimpers filling the room."Hmm yakın..." Deniz murmurs."Kendine dokun..."Jaume has barely said the words or Deniz' hand moves down to his cock, curling his fingers around it and jerking himself off with short quick jerks while Jaume keeps fucking him. He can feel the Turkish riders body shudder when he finds his climax, soiling his own chest with his seed, muscles clamping around Jaume's cock and pulling him over too.Jaume slows down, Deniz releases a low whine in his throat while Jaume starts to push in slow and pulling out almost all the way before pushing his cock in again. Deniz moans, hands grabbing for Jaume, he's too sensitive, it's too much and Jaume smiles. Slowly pulling out, he lies down on his back next to Deniz, his hand seeking out the youngers and he laces their fingers."Are you ok?""Hm...."Deniz licks his lips and rolls his head to the side, looking at Jaume."I'm sorry if I hurt you.""It's ok, I liked it."Deniz smiles, suddenly frowning and he rolls on his side, hand reaching out and thumbs moving over Jaume's lower lip, collecting a bit of blood."Looks like I hurt you too a little." he says and shows Jaume the blood."I deserved that." Jaume chuckles.
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"Fancy seeing you here."Dani smiles when he hears the low voice, turning his head into the sound and he sees Valentino walking up to him."Hey you." Dani says.Turning his body towards him, he leans on the brick wall."Hey you back, what a surprise meeting you here.""No it's not, it's my teams home race, you knew I would be here."Vale hums, looking at his feet and looking up through his eyelashes."Yeah, you got me.""So," Dani says and turns towards the track again," you're here to support Luca and Bezz?""I am, yes," Vale says and walks up to him to take the spot next to Dani,"among other things.""Other things?" Dani asks, placing his sunglasses on the tip of his nose, looking over the rim at Vale."You know what I mean, cara."Vale looks at him with soft eyes, Dani seeing the promises in them and he bites his lip. Pushing his sunglasses up he turns towards the track again."Alright, I'll text you where and when."Dani stands up, bumping Vale's hips with his and walks away, knowing the Italian is watching him and smiling to himself.*************************************************************************It's at the beginning of the evening when Vale gets a text where to go and what time to be there, he smiles, it's different then it used to be, meeting during race weekends was easy. They don't see each other as often now, obviously, but Vale is OK with that, it was never meant to be more than just some relief. When Vale arrives at the hotel, he pulls his hoodie a bit tighter around himself so no one recognizes him and he takes the stairs two at a time. Dani has taken the penthouse suite, and for a moment, Vale thinks he did that on purpose, knowing Vale would have to take the stairs to prevent people recognizing him when he takes the elevator.Being out of breath when he arrives there, he takes a moment to get his breath back before he knocks on the door."It's open!"Vale pushes open the door, stepping inside and closing it, looking around he doesn't see Dani but he does see the long curtains are softly blowing inside and he smiles. Walking up to the balcony he looks around the corner, seeing Dani leaning over the rail, black slacks, white buttoned down that's obviously open because the wind is blowing it away from him and bare feet."Come here." Dani says.Turning towards him, Dani reaches out his hand to him and Vale smiles, stepping onto the balcony and taking it, looking around him and realizing they are much too high for anything to recognize him. Walking up close to him, Vale pushes Dani back against the rail, Spaniard looking up at him and he leans down to kiss him. Hands move to his back and cup Dani's ass through his pants while Dani's arms move around Vale's shoulders.The kiss is slow and gentle, lips nipping and tongues slowly moving around each other, the days that everything needed to be hard, rough and demanding behind them.The kiss seems to last forever but when the need to breathe becomes unbearable, they both break it. Dani pushes Vale back a little and takes his hand, silently leading him to the bedroom where he turns to him, crawling on the bad backwards to even out the height difference and so he can reach better, he sits up to kiss Vale again before he bunches the Italians shirt and pulls it over his head. Dropping it on the floor, his lips kiss a path to a nipple, dragging his tongue over it and tugging it, luring a moan from those lips and Dani smiles, giving the other one the same treatment.Vale is growing impatient, slipping his hands over Dani's shoulder and tugging his buttoned down and when Dani sits up, it slips from his shoulders and he drops it on the ground. Vale moves his eyes over tanned skin, muscles that twitch under his long fingers and he smiles, he's always found Dani beautiful, even despite the many scars that he has.Cupping the back of Dani's head, the Spaniard is pulled into another kiss while hands wander down and pop the button of Vale's jeans to push them off his hips and to the ground, hand brushing Vale's cock that is already half hard and the Italian moans softly. Dani smiles against his lips before he feels ale doing the same to him, breaking the kiss and leaning back, he takes off his jeans and lies back on the bed, beckoning Vale with his finger. The Italian first pushes his boxers down his legs and crawls on the bed, covering Dani's body with his longer one, hands next to his head and leaning in for another kiss.Both moan when their cocks brush, just a thin layer of fabric between them and Vale rocks his hips down and drags them over Dani's. The Spaniard wraps his legs around narrow hips and arches his hips upwards while Vale pushes his down."So good..." Dani groans.Vale keeps on rocking against Dani while his hand moves inside Dani's boxers, curling his long fingers around his shaft and slowly jerking him off. Dani moans loud, pulling Vale close against him, his face buried in his neck and eyes tightly closed while he cants his hips upwards. Vale suddenly releases Dani and sits back, earning him a whine while he quickly pushes Dani's boxers up and off his legs to throw it somewhere in the room. Manhandling Dani up and around, the Spaniard ends up on Vale's lap, Italian lying his cock between Dani's legs and rocking forward having Dani moan when the tip brushes his balls from behind."Fuck..."Dani grabs the headboard with his hands to keep himself steady while Vale places his hands behind him and rocks up while Dani starts to push down."Oh....fuck this is so good..."Dani's hand moves lower and he grabs his cock, jerking himself off and it doesn't take long before the Spaniard jerks and cums. Moaning when he feels Vale is still brushing the back of his balls with his cock, he swivels his hips and it's enough to sent the Italian over too.Spend, he falls back on the bed, Dani staying in a sitting position and trying to regain his breathing, eyes cast down and the fall on Vale's cock, cum everywhere and he suddenly gets an idea. Moving back and leaning down, he feels Vale's hands on his hips and a voice that starts to ask a question but the words turn into a long low moan when he feels Dani's lips wrap around him. Sucking and licking, swallowing his cum and humming around him, having Vale shudder and jerk, cock twitching and it doesn't take long before he cums down Dani's throat, the Spaniard swallowing everything and dragging his tongue through the slit to get every last drop of it."Damn Dani..." Vale says hoarse.Dani chuckles and moves away, turning around and sitting cross legged, just watching Vale, Italian lying spend and disheveled and Dani smiles widely, proud of what he did to the other.
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"You were taunting me with this picture were you?"Jaume looks up from his magazine and is confronted with the picture of him in blue trunks and feeding a baby animal."Taunting you?" Jaume asks."Yes, at first I didn't even see the baby animal, only when someone mentioned it, saying how cute it is.""I have no idea what you mean." Jaume says but the smirk around his lips says otherwise."Yes you do," Deniz says, taking the magazine and tossing it aside so he can crawl on Jaume's lap,"you know very well.""Did it work?""Would I be here if it didn't?"Without waiting for an answer, Deniz leans in and seals their lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Jaume moans into the Turkish riders mouth, hands grabbing the others hips and squeezing while Deniz rocks up and down his lap. He smiles when he feels the other's cock grow rapidly and he leans back, hand moving between them and brushing Jaume's cock."Can I suck you?" Deniz asks and Jaume looks at him."Why would you ask me that?""Because.... I've never done that before and I'm not sure how to do that and I don't want you to.....laugh at me." the last part is just a whisper, Deniz looking away and a slight blush on his cheeks.Jaume sighs and smiles, cupping Deniz' cheek and making the younger look at him."I know and don't worry, I would never laugh at you.""No?""Of course not, it's easy tho, just do what feels.....good for you.""But I want it to feel good for you." Deniz says."And it will, just the thought of having that tongue and lips working on me, having you between my legs, such a hot thought."Deniz smiles shyly, slipping off of Jaume's lap and looking up while he curls his fingers around his shorts, slowly pulling them down while Jaume lifts his hips. Licking his lips, Deniz looks at the hard, leaking cock in front of him, still hesitant, he looks at Jaume, who nods at him reassuringly.Leaning in, Deniz tentatively sticks out his tongue to lick the pre-cum, scrunching up his face at the sour taste and Jaume chuckles."Yeah, I know the taste isn't very nice, is it?""No." Deniz smiles.Leaning in again, he wraps his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around the crown having Jaume moan, fingers grabbing the armrests on the chair. He feels Deniz sinking down on him, taking him in as best as he can and as far as he can. Jaume is thankfully he doesn't try to take him in further than he can, the younger using his fingers to curl around the base while he keeps working him with his tongue, following the vein on the underside upwards until he reaches the tip again, tongue dragging through the slit. Jaume closes his eyes, one hand reaching down and slipping in Deniz' long hairs, slowly steering him but making sure to leave the lead with him."Fuck yes, you're doing so good, baby..."Deniz hums with the words, making Jaume shudder with the vibrations it causes around his cock and he arches his hips upwards and feeling himself slide in deeper. When he feels his climax coming, his fingers tighten in Deniz' hairs, ready to pull him off when he cums. Deniz moves his mouth up and down a couple of times more, sucking hard and when fingers curl around his ball, Jaume tries to pull Deniz off but the younger resists and suddenly he has a mouth full of cum. Sitting back, Deniz looks at Jaume, panicked and the Spaniard laughs, gesturing for him to go, now, hurry and Deniz runs to the bathroom, spitting it out and rinsing his mouth with water when he feels arms circle his waist."That was amazingly good for a first time." Jaume murmurs."Yeah?" Deniz asks, looking at Jaume in the mirror."Defo."Jaume leans in and kisses Deniz neck, hands moving lower and feeling a very hard cock through his jeans."How about I help you out with this? You sure deserved it."Deniz just moans, feeling fingers popping the button of his jeans and pushing it down his hips, letting it fall to the ground before he feels a hand dip below the elastic band of his boxers and curling around his cock. His free hand pushes Deniz' boxers down far enough to free his cock and Jaume looks into the mirror at his fingers curled around it. Looking up, he sees Deniz' cheeks are heated, eyes looking everywhere but at himself and Jaume frowns."Are you OK?""Yeah just.....""If you're not comfortable with this we can go somewhere else..""No, it's OK, it's just....""What?"Deniz shrugs, eyes looking at Jaume's in the mirror, the Turkish riders hairs framing his face like a beautiful painting and accentuating his plush full lips."You have no idea how fucking sexy you are do you?"Deniz laughs, shaking his head."I'm not...""Yes you are," Jaume says and releases his cock to move his hands up," can I?"Deniz hesitates but nods, letting go of the sink so Jaume can take off his shirt, leaving both riders naked, Jaume moves his hands over Deniz' muscles, feeling them twitch under the tips and he smiles."You're fucking perfect, Deniz." Jaume whispers in his ear.Deniz smiles shyly, turning his head and looking down but Jaume shakes his head."No, look at yourself," he says, nudging the others cheek,"look at you."Deniz faces the mirror, looking at himself."Your beautiful eyes, your full, plush lips, strong muscles," Deniz eyes follow the path Jaume's fingers take," your hips, and the most delectable part, your cock."Deniz chuckles, watching how Jaume's fingers curl around it and how they move up and down it. Deniz bites his lower lip, Jaume's eyes going there and moaning, feeling how Jaume rocks his hips forward against his ass, feeling his hard cock pressed against his lower back. Jaume moans, his other hand moving back and between Deniz' ass cheeks, fingers rubbing his hole and he pushes back."You want me to fuck you, baby?""Yes.""Only if you watch yourself, watch how your face shows the pleasure I bring you.""Hm, OK."Jaume reaches over and grabs the oil standing there, taking one of Deniz' legs and lying it on the sink sideways. Creating more room for himself, he starts working Deniz open, making sure the younger is watching himself, smiling when he sees Deniz' is getting bolder, licking his lips and turning his face to look at himself from all sides. Once Deniz is ready, Jaume places the tip of his cock against his opening and he slips it inside before he pauses."Look yourself in the eyes and keep looking while I fuck you."Deniz nods, locking in on his own eyes, hardly recognizing them with the black he sees there, feeling how Jaume pushes inside him completely before he pauses. Deniz breathes out slowly, feeling how Jaume starts to thrust up into him hard, moaning loud, he keeps watching himself. Feeling how Jaume curls his fingers around his cock and his other hand moves over his chest, nails dragging over the skin while he keeps fucking Deniz hard."You're so gorgeous, so fucking hot, Deniz...."Jaume pushes the other down a little, making Deniz reach out and press his hand against the mirror when Jaume's eyes falls on a small round mirror that is attached to the wall. He knows what it's for and it has two sides, smiling to himself he looks at Deniz who is still watching himself. While he keeps fucking into him, Jaume grabs the smaller mirror and turns it, slowing down a little so he can aim it in just the right way while he leans back a little. Deniz notices the change and he frowns, looking into the mirror at Jaume, breath hitching in his throat when his eyes fall on the smaller mirror, magnifying side up and watching how Jaume's cock slides into him before he stops."Come on, fuck yourself on me, push back and watch how you take me."Deniz moves back, impaling himself on Jaume's cock, moving forward again and back again, the sight of Jaume's cock sliding in and out of him so hot he feels his orgasm coming. Jaume grabs Deniz' hips, helping him along and it doesn't take long before both find release, moaning loud and breathing hard.Jaume collapses on top of Deniz, the younger almost being crushed against the sink and he stirs."Sorry." Jaume says and moves away.Deniz leans back while Jaume leans on the sink next to him, reaching out and pushing his hair behind his ear."You see how beautiful you are now?"Deniz smiles and nods, looking at Jaume and leaning in for a soft sweet kiss."Let's get cleaned up."Both find their way underneath the shower, cleaning each other up and after, toweling each other dry before getting dressed again.
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Jaume is already in Parc ferme when Deniz rides in and he looks back, taking a double look when he sees he has the Norwegian flag with him and he frowns, wondering if his mum is Norwegian, he never knew that. Turning back to his own team, they talk and laugh, Jaume being pulled back to the bike to make a picture with the #2 plate and in the corner of his eyes he sees Deniz taking off his helmet. Long hair looking wild and sticking to his beautiful face and he looks fucking hot.Jaume tries to focus on his own team and the conversation but it's difficult with Deniz so close. The young Spaniard having all sorts of feeling swirling in his stomach and he feels sick, but in a good way. The whole ceremony passes him by like a mist, like he isn't really into it like he is usually, being very aware of Deniz' presence.During the press conference after, he can feel Deniz' eyes on him and he tries his best not to blush and when Deniz is talking he is afraid of looking at the Turkish rider, worried someone might see how he is looking at him, or so he feels it.He tries his best to stay neutral, to do like he always does, play it cool and to his relief, no one seems to notice anything.When he finds himself in his hotel room later, there is a knock on the door and he walks up to it to open it, Deniz is standing at the other side, bleached jeans, white shirt, long hair framing that beautiful face and smile around his lips, no, a smirk."Hay handsome, can I come in?""Yeah, yeah sure."Jaume steps back and lets the Turkish rider in before closing the door and turning around to him, watching how he walks around the room, ass being perfectly hugged by that jeans, muscles in his back showing through the material of his shirt. Turning and leaning back at the back of the couch, his hands move behind him."What?"Jaume asks."You cost me the win today.""I..... I had to try." Jaume says."I know, and I don't blame you, I would have done the same probably." Deniz shrugs.Jaume smiles, eyes moving over the younger rider and Deniz notices, pushing himself away from the couch."See something you like?" he asks."You know I do."Jaume looks up at him but when Deniz takes the hem of his shirt, pulls it up and over his head to drop on the floor, his eyes take in the beauty before him. Deniz stalks closer, hands moving to his jeans and popping the button, pulling the zipper lower slowly all the way before he crowds Jaume against the wall. Hands next to the Spaniards head, he looks up at Deniz, breathing fast and feeling himself respond to the other, hands reaching out and touching a very tanned and muscles chest, fingertips ghosting over the skin and feeling Deniz shudder. Leaning in and kissing Jaume's neck softly, he works his way up to his ear."I saw you." Deniz suddenly whispers huskily."What?""In parc ferme, you couldn't keep your eyes off of me, could you? You were trying so hard to focus on your team but your eyes kept straying to me."Leaning down and kissing Jaume's neck again, the older moans low in his throat when he feels teeth scraping the skin."And during the press conference, that beautiful blush on your cheeks when you were talking, knowing I was looking at you, you barely looked at me tho, why?""Because," Jaume says, head falling back when Deniz sucks on his pulse point,"I was afraid....someone would notice....""Hm..."Deniz looks up, locking eyes with Jaume, seeing they have turned black with desire and Jaume is stricken with his beauty once again. Reaching up, cupping Deniz' cheek, the Turkish rider leans into the touch and Jaume pulls him into a soft, sweet kiss. Turning their positions, Deniz is pushed up against the wall, Jaume's hand sliding lower and Deniz lifts his leg to wrap it around Jaume's waist, it's quickly followed by the other and Jaume carries him to the bedroom. Crawling onto the bed, he slowly lies Deniz down, hands moving to his jeans and pushing them down his hips, Deniz arching them so he can get it off, quickly followed by his boxers and Jaume leans back.Eyes admiringly taking in the most gorgeous creature he has ever laid his eyes on, strong muscles, sexy V-line and beautiful thick cock, drinking in every inch of that golden skin until Deniz starts to squirm a little and Jaume looks up, seeing a blush on his cheeks."Am I making you shy?""Maybe a little."Jaume smiles, leaning over the Turkish rider to kiss him slow and deep, stealing his breath and he feels hands move underneath his shirt."You're overdressed."Pulling at the shirt, Jaume allows him to take it of, throwing it into the room before his hands move to his jeans, popping the button and pushing the zipper down. Jaume moves away for a moment to take it off and his boxers follows quickly. Lying over him again, both groan when their hard cocks brush, Jaume reaching out and taking the lube from the night stand.The next moments are used to work Deniz open, Jaume taking more time than usual, more finesse and he works slow, reveling in the soft moans and whimpers he is luring from Deniz' lips. Moving up a little, he watches Deniz' body squirm and writhe beneath him and the sight is so erotic he almost cums. Pulling back his fingers, he pushes Deniz' legs apart, moving between them and aligning his cock against Deniz' opening, slipping the tip inside."Yes...."Deniz wraps his legs around Jaume's waist, locking his ankles on his back and pulling him inside deeper. Jaume moans, leaning down and kissing Deniz' lips, soft, slow, deep, rocking his hips into Deniz' just as slow and sweet but also deep. Deniz arches his hips off the bed, feeling Jaume slipping in deeper and moaning into Jaume's mouth.Leaning back, Jaume keeps rocking into Deniz while his eyes move over his body again, resting on that cock, thick, tip an angry red and leaking, pulling up his knees, Jaume leans back on them, grabbing Deniz' hips and thrusting inside, watching how he takes his cock in all the way."Fuck, you take my cock so good, so good."Deniz hums, fingers bunching the sheet and looking at Jaume, seeing how the Spaniard watches how he takes him inside, leaning on his elbows, Deniz looks too, teeth biting his lip when he sees Jaume's cock disappear into him and whimpering when he abuses his prostate."So fucking hot." Deniz moans.Jaume looks up, eyes locking in with Deniz' eyes and his breath is stolen, there's a slight blush on his face, lips swollen from his kisses and hair falling over his face."Çok güzel..."Suddenly Jaume surges forward, pushing Deniz' back into the mattress and kissing him, fucking into him with short powerful jerks of his hips, feeling the other stiffen before he jerks, eyes closing and head pushing back into the pillow and once again, Jaume is mesmerized by his beauty in his orgasm, pulling him over too.Both ride out their orgasms, breathing hard and Jaume leans in to nudge Deniz' cheek."I want...." Jaume starts but pauses, not knowing how to say it."You want what?" Deniz breaths."You, I want you, I need you, Deniz."The Turkish rider looks at Jaume and frowns, not understanding what he is saying."I mean..... I want to be more than just, you know, someone you fuck.""You do?""I do, I want everything.""Everything?""Yeah, I want to..... I want to be the one you talk to about your hopes, your dreams, your fears, let me make your dreams come true."Deniz doesn't know what to say, he's never thought about this becoming more, about sharing his life with Jaume but the more he thinks about it the more he likes the idea and he smiles."Yeah," he says, framing Jaume's face,"yeah that sounds great."Jaume laughs, relieved he feels the same and he leans in to kiss Deniz, shifting and both groaning when he slips out, wrapping each other up in their arms.
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It's in between races and Deniz has taken Jaume back to Antalya, where he has a home and a very extensive gym, both having been down there quite some time, Deniz probably having done some more work and Jaume some more looking, and drooling. Damn, he can't believe such a hot guy like Deniz didn't caught his attention earlier but now he has, he can't seem to get enough of him. Deniz, obviously, hasn't noticed Jaume watching him, being too busy with training.Jaume has been having a very hard cock for some time now but he knows training your body is very serious and you need to be in shape at all time so he wills it away, pushing the palm of his hand against it, soft moan escaping him and looks at Deniz but he is still going strong.Jaume sits down on the shoulder press machine, trying to work on his shoulders, placing his back against the backrest and hands grab the handlebars, pulling them in and in front of his face before he moves them back again. It's hard, closing his eyes to focus more and get out another one, he is started when he feels two hands coming to rest on his knees, opening his eyes and seeing Deniz sitting on his haunches between his legs, smirk on his face."What are you doing?" Jaume asks."Come on, Jaume, I've seen you watching me, undressing me with your eyes the whole time we've been here.""Can you blame me tho, you're fucking hot looking like that."Deniz blushes, still not used to being called that and he bites his lip, tilting his head, hands moving up and slippipng inside from the underside, Jaume relaxing and shuddering when Deniz' fingers brush his cock."Fuck...." Jaume uses the handlebars to rock his hips upwards and he whines when Deniz pulls his fingers back.Moving them to the hem of his boxers, Jaume lifts his hips upwards so Deniz can take it off, not wanting to waist time, he pulls his boxers off too, being met with a very hard cock, tip already an angry red and leaking pre-cum. Deniz licks his lips and leans in, licking a stripe up the underside of it, eyes watching Jaume looking at him, knowing this isn't going to last very long.Deniz looks up, Jaume having rested his head back against the backrest, hands gripping the handlebars now, arching his hips upwards when Deniz sinks down on him. Moans and whimpers leaving his lips, not leaving Deniz uneffected either and he sucks hard before he curls his tongue around Jaume's shaft, moving up and dragging through the slit, sucking the tip and feeling Jaume's cock twitch before he comes down his throat. This time the younger swallows everything and sucks him dry, feeling Jaume shudder above him.Leaning back on his haunches he watches the Spaniard, cheeks red and eyes closed, breathing ragged and sagged back, Deniz smiles, happy with what he caused and he stands up. Pulling his shorts and boxers down his legs and grabbing them, throwing them to Jaume who is startled and he opens his eyes."I'm going to take a shower."Deniz jerks his cock a couple of times before he turns around and walks off, Jaume watching him go, and when the door closes, he jumps up, hurrying after him and when he comes to the shower stalls he freezes.Deniz is standing under the stream, head hanging and one hand against the tiles and the other is jerking his cock. Jaume steps into the stall after having taken off his shirt and he drops to his knees, pulling Deniz' ass cheeks apart and licking his hole, dragging his tongue over it having Deniz' knees buckle.Ok, this is new but it feels fucking amazing.Moaning loudly, he pushes his ass back, spreading his legs and feeling how Jaume's tongue is pushing a way inside him, slow but so deep it seems impossible."Aman tanrım lütfen."Jaume moans with the words, only recognizing the word lüften 'please' and he pulls back."Please what?""Just...something, anything."Jaume smiles, pushing a finger inside, water and his tongue having made him loose already and it slips in without any resitance, pushing in a second, he moves them around untill Deniz screams and Jaume moans. Pushing in a third, Deniz suddenly jerks, body shuddering with release and he falls against the tiles. Jaume gets up, turning the other around and watching a bright blush on his face, hair sticking everywhere and Jaume leans in to kiss him deeply. Grabbing a leg, Jaume hoists it over his hip and he aligns his cock against Deniz' opening, pushing inside slowly untill he fills him. Deniz wheezes, hands grabbing Jaume's shoulders, eyes wide open and looking at Jaume.The Spaniard slowly starts to thrust inside him, Deniz still being sensitive from his orgasm, is whimpering, head falling back against the tiles and eyes closed. Jaume lets his eyes wander over the most beautiful body he has ever seen, muscles contracting with every rock inside him, cock lying against his stomach, half hard and Jaume reaches out, curling his fingers around it and jerking him off in time with the strusting.Deniz moans, eyes opening and watching Jaume's fingers around him, teeth biting his lip and feeling himself harden fast, Jaume flicks his thumb over the tip and Deniz shudders, cumming again, muscles clenching around Jaume's cock and pulling him over too.Riding out their orgasms, both step from underneath the shower, toweling each other dry and falling between the sheets, meeting in the middle and curled up together, they quickly fall asleep.****************************************************************************Jaume is the first to wake up, eyes falling on Deniz, sleeping in his arms and he just watches him for a moment, pushing some hair behind his ear so he can watch his beautiful face, finger stroking his cheek and Deniz stirs, slowly opening his eyes and Jaume smiles."Hey.""Hey back." Deniz says, sleep thick in his voice and he licks his lips."Your beautiful when you sleep, you know that?"Deniz chuckles, closing his eyes again for a brief moment and looking up at Jaume."No, but thanks."Deniz rolls on his back and stretches, groaning when his muscles pop and Jaume's eyes fall on the tag around his necklace, resting on his chest. Reaching out, Jaume reads what it says, his name, date of birth and place of birth, finger moving over it slowly."I like this." Jaume says."You can have it, if you want.""Yeah?""Sure."Deniz sits up, taking the necklace off by moving it over his head and he straddles Jaume, putting it over his head and the metal rests on Jaume's naked skin, the Spaniard smiling."Thanks.""It looks even better on you than it did on me. Need to pee." Deniz says.Pushing himself up and stepping off the bed, Jaume watches him walk away, biting his lip trying to keep the moan inside of the sight he has, he falls back on the bed. When Deniz returns, he crawls on the bed, caging Jaume in with his legs and hands taking the Spaniard's, placing them above him. The Turkish rider smiles before he leans down and kisses him, slow, sweet and long before he looks at him, question on his lips but hesitant to ask."What?""I was just wondering.....can I work you open?""Sure," Jaume smiles, reaching over and handing Deniz the lube,"just take your time."Deniz nods, taking the lube and shifting so he removes the sheet and Jaume turns around, lying on his stomach and pulling up his knees."It's easier for you like this." Jaume says.Deniz nods, squirting some lube on his fingers and circling Jaume's hole, feeling the other respond and while he circles the ring, he applies some pressure on it until his finger slips inside."Shit...""Come on, don't pause." Jaume breathes.Deniz pushes the finger in deeper, moving it around and carefully placing a second against it, Jaume shifting his weight and Deniz' breathing almost stops when it slips inside too."Move them around a bit, palm out and curl them...."Deniz does what he says and the moment he feels a little bump, Jaume moans loud."Yes, right there...."Jaume whimpers, pushing back on the fingers and moaning, head pressed into the pillow while Deniz keeps abusing his prostate."Another.....finger....inside....."Deniz does what he says, having three fingers inside him now and marveling at the feeling, his free hand moves around his waist and tugs Jaume's cock but the other grabs it and stops him."Don't...." Jaume wheezes.Moving forward, Deniz fingers slip out of him and he grabs the headboard, looking over his shoulder at his lover."Come on, baby....."Smirk around his lips, Deniz sits up and crawls towards him, taking his cock and lining it up against his opening, slipping the tip inside and moaning, feeling of being inside Jaume already so so good. Placing his hands next to Jaume's on the headboard, he pushes his way inside all the way, pausing when he is and kissing Jaume's shoulder."Ready to be ruined?" Deniz whispers hotly in his ear."Fuck yes...."Deniz starts to thrust up into him, rocking his hips upwards and abusing Jaume's prostate, he starts slow but he quickly ups the tempo, short powerful thrusts up into him, one hand moving to Jaume's side, moving up and inwards, stroking skin and feeling Jaume's muscles tense and relax, fingers brushing his nipple and making Jaume shudder. Resting his head back on Deniz shoulder, Jaume closes his eyes when he feels lips kiss the skin just underneath his ear. Turkish rider keeps rocking into him fast and deep, Jaume starts pushing back, impaling himself on his cock, Deniz feeling Jaume's muscles clamping around him when he cums, soiling the headboard with his seed. Deniz rocks up into him a couple of times more before he is pulled over too, filling Jaume up and Deniz leans back, taking Jaume with him.They sit like that for a moment before Deniz carefully lies Jaume on his back, moaning when he slips out and he makes his way to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth to clean Jaume up and try his best to clean the headboard too. When he is done, he drops it on the floor and lies down next to Jaume. As if the Spaniard feels his presence, he turns around and rests his head on Deniz' chest, arm moving over his waist and leg between the Turkish riders legs. Deniz smiles, feeling all warm inside and wrapping his arm around Jaume to pull him closer and he looks at Jaume."Are you asleep?" Deniz whispers.He gets no answer and he sighs, fingers weaving through Jaume's hairs."Seni seviyorum." Deniz whispers, only brave enough to say the words now he knows Jaume is asleep and won't hear them, he just needed to say it, to get it out.Unbeknownst to Deniz, however, Jaume eyes shoot open, Spaniard a little shocked to hear those words, only knowing what those words mean very well but he is too taken off guard to respond to them so he decides to leave it like this, also knowing he said them thinking Jaume would be asleep and he wouldn't hear them.Jaume smiles, closing his eyes again and this time, he does fall asleep.
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Once Jaume finally makes it back to his hotel room, he is a bit light-headed by the champagne, his team insisted on it now that he has taken the lead in the championship. Placing the large bottle on the table and dropping his keys, he wobbles on his feet, and when his hands steady him, he jumps, whirling around and losing his balance, stumbling back while he looks into two dark brown eyes."Deniz." he says."Hey, future champ." he smiles."No," Jaume laughs, "not yet, there are still some races left, and Sasaki is still really strong.""With the way you have been racing the last couple of races, no one can beat you.""Not even you? You're also still in the running."Deniz swallows and looks away, shrugging."No, I'm not, on paper maybe, but... I'm still too impatient when someone overtakes me."Jaume smiles, his hand reaching out and cupping the Turkish rider's cheek, Deniz leans into it while Jaume closes the distance and kisses him. It's soft and sweet, and Deniz closes his eyes, feeling how Jaume's other arm moves around him and the Spaniard pulls him close. Jaume sweeps his tongue over Deniz' lips, and he opens up, letting Jaume's tongue slip inside, and they both sigh longingly when they meet.Jaume turns his face and deepens the kiss, his hand on Deniz' cheek moving to cup the back of his head and keeping him close while the kiss turns heated, and it takes Deniz' breath away. When the need to breathe becomes unbearable, Deniz pulls back, but Jaume just moves his kisses to his cheek, neck, and fingers opening up the buttons of the Turk's button-down.Deniz' fingers slip inside Jaume's hairs, just to steady him while Jaume keeps kissing his skin, sinking lower and sucking a nipple inside, dragging his tongue over it, and moving to the other, giving it the same treatment before he moves up again to seal their lips in another deep kiss.Breaking it, he steps back and looks at Deniz, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, lips parted and chest heaving with his ragged breathing. He is a sight to behold.Jaume smiles and places his hands either side of Deniz' head, leaning in and licking his ear."Ben de seni seviyorum."That makes Deniz open his eyes with a shock, and he looks at Jaume."You were supposed to be asleep." he says, poking Jaume's side, and the Spaniard laughs."Sorry, I just... I was surprised to hear them, I should have said something.""Why didn't you?""I was shocked to hear them, and you thought I was sleeping.""Yeah, that's why I said it.""So you wouldn't have otherwise?""I don't know, I don't think so, but I did mean it.""Good, because I mean it too.""I wish we didn't have to hide." Deniz sighs."I know, me too, but it's better this way, it would be so complicated with both of us being riders. But I'm glad you're moving up to Moto2 also next year."Both smile, and Jaume steps back, taking Deniz' hand, and he leads him to the bedroom. It's already a bit dusk in the room, and Jaume turns to Deniz, slipping his hands underneath his shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders. Hands moving over his tanned skin and muscled chest, and he starts working on his jeans. Pushing it down his hips and smiling when he sees Deniz is already very hard, his finger brushes his cock, and it responds to him by moving towards the touch. Jaume chuckles and looks up at Deniz, the Turk blushing, and Jaume takes pity on him by slipping his hand inside his boxers and curling it around his cock, having Deniz moan and rock his hips forward."What do you want, Güzel?" Jaume whispers.Deniz licks his lips, trying to form a sentence, but he can't even form a whole word. His whole body is focused on that hand, those fingers that are curled around his cock, and he groans, his hand reaching out and grabbing Jaume's arms, fingernails digging into the skin.He can already feel his orgasm coming, and his hips start to jerk back and forth faster, Jaume knows where this is going and where he would usually stop, but he doesn't now, Deniz has been through enough today, and he flicks the tip with his thumb, feeling Deniz cum on his fingers and the Turk sagging forward. Jaume wraps his arm around his waist, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings in his ear until Deniz stops shaking."Hm, sorry..." Deniz says, voice sounding tired."Why would you say that?" Jaume asks."Because, what about you?"Jaume smiles, pressing a kiss against Deniz' temple."I'm ok, come on."Jaume leads the Turk to the bed, undressing him further, and he lies him down, boxers being dropped on the floor and Jaume grabs some tissues to clean Deniz up. When he is done, Jaume undresses and slips in next to him, Deniz automatically reaching out for him and curling around him.Jaume wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him close, while he covers Deniz' hand on his chest with his own."Get some sleep, Aşkım."Deniz is still awake enough to hear that, and he smiles, settling against the Spaniard before he feels sleep take him.****************************************************************************Deniz is the first to wake up, room dark now, the only light is the light of the moon shining through the long curtains. Deniz stays as he is, his cheek resting on Jaume's chest, which is rising and falling slowly with his steady breathing."Penny for your thoughts?"Deniz almost has a heart attack, not having realized Jaume was awake."Don't do that, jeez." Deniz says."Sorry," Jaume laughs, "what's going on in that pretty head of yours?""Nothing to be worried about.""I know, but since we are, well, together, I don't want any secrets, even if it's nothing.""I was just thinking about how busy and hectic the paddock is, but when I'm here, when it's just us, that seems like miles away.""I know," Jaume says, fingers absentmindedly weaving through Deniz' hair, making the younger smile," you're my escape, my peace of mind."Deniz smiles, leaning up and moving over Jaume, covering his body with his own, and he straddles him, leaning in and kissing him slow and deep. Deniz moves his hips back and drags them over Jaume's hearing the other moan into his mouth. Deniz keeps doing it for some time, and it doesn't take long before he feels him harden underneath him."Work me open?" the Turk asks.Jaume smiles against his lips and reaches for the stand. Taking the lube and turning their positions, Deniz spreads his legs, giving Jaume more room while he starts to work him open. Taking his time, he is slowly pushing in one finger, then two and eventually three, making a come-hither movement with them and making Deniz see stars.When Jaume is satisfied, he rolls on his back and pulls Deniz on top of him, the Turk placing his hands on Jaume's chest and leaning up on his knees while Jaume places the tip of his cock against his opening. Deniz slowly sinks down, taking in the tip, before he slowly moves over him and takes him in completely. Pausing for a moment to adjust to the feeling, Jaume rests his hands on Deniz' hips, thumbs rubbing circles there, and eventually, Deniz begins to move, rocking his hips back and forth, both moaning."Çok iyi."Deniz lays his head back in his neck, closing his eyes and lips parting, tongue darting out to wet them, and his hands move from Jaume's chest to the Spaniard's knees while he keeps rocking back and forth, feeling Jaume slip inside him deeper with every rock of his hips.Jaume's fingers dig into the skin of Deniz' hips, moving him along and lazily rocking his own hips upward. The only sounds in the room are their breathing and the soft noises of pleasure, knowing they have to be quiet. Deniz' body is being dimly illuminated by the moonlight, but it is enough to show the Turk's beauty, the tanned skin, the muscled chest.Deniz leans forward, hands flat on Jaume's chest, eyes opening and searching for Jaume's eyes, but it's too dark, so Deniz places his hands above Jaume's face. The Spaniard cups Deniz' ass cheeks and starts pulling him forward a little faster, Deniz' head hangs, and Jaume can feel the tips of Deniz' hair brushing his face.Jaume leans up a little, searching for lips and when he brushes the corner of Deniz' mouth, the Turk seals his lips over his, kissing urgently and passionately while he keeps rocking faster, Deniz frames Jaume's face and moans loudly into the kiss before he stills and then begins to shudder."Fuck...."When he cums, it takes his breath away, goosebumps all over his skin while he empties himself on Jaume's stomach, cock twitching and muscles clamping around Jaume's cock, pulling him over too. Feeling himself being filled, Jaume moves his hand over the curve of his ass and moves up his back, pulling the Turk closer against him, and Deniz groans, pressing his face into the crook of Jaume's neck while he comes back down to earth.Deniz turns his face, Jaume doing the same, and they meet in the middle, kissing slowly and softly again, both smiling into it."Harikasın aşkım." Deniz murmurs against his lips."Sen de öyle misin aşkım."Deniz smiles, rolling off of Jaume and groaning when he slips out."Did you learn Turkish by yourself?""Yeah, I don't really have any Turkish friends, so.""Just for me?""Yeah.""Why?""Well, you're the only Turkish rider in the championship, and I just thought it might be nice to talk Turkish to someone. It wasn't easy, though; Turkish is very difficult, especially how to pronounce it, but, you know," Jaume says and pushes a stray strand of hair out of Deniz' face, "I'd do anything for you.""No one ever said something like that to me." Deniz whispers."It's true."Deniz swallows the lump in his throat and curls himself around Jaume, recoiling when his arm moves through the cum on his stomach and Jaume laughs."Yeah, I'll get a cloth to clean that up." Deniz says.Getting out of bed, he walks to the bedroom, passing the stream of light shining into the room and Jaume again gets a glimpse of that gorgeous body, wondering whatever he did to deserve that, to deserve touching that, kissing that, and calling it his.While Deniz is cleaning him up, he feels Jaume's eyes on him, and he looks up at him."What?""I'm just wondering what I did to be able to call the most gorgeous man in the world mine."Deniz chuckles, dropping the cloth and slipping underneath the sheet, curling around his lover, who wraps him in his arms protectively."I could say the same," Deniz says, sighing. "You remember when you asked me what I was thinking earlier?""Yeah.""Apart from what I said, when I'm with you, I feel secure, loved and safe.""You'll always be that with me, Aşkım.""I know." Deniz smiles, pressing a kiss against Jaume's skin before they both drift away.
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It's already getting dark when Jaume finds his way through the labyrinth of bungalows that are littered around the circuit of Mandalika, having found out what bungalow Deniz is in, and when he finds it, he slips inside quietly. Finding the Turk lying on the sofa and only being able to see his arm, he carefully sneaks up to him and only announces his presence when he's close, resting his arms on the back of the sofa and looking over it."Are you sure you're not a contender for the title?""Hey, güzul." Deniz smiles and sits up when he sees him.Jaume smiles and leans in for a short kiss."It's just Friday.""I know, but being the only one in the 1.39s and breaking the lap record, damn Deniz."The Turk blushes and watches how Jaume moves around the sofa and takes one of his legs to place himself between them, resting the leg on his lap while sitting down."You were brilliant today.""I need to be brilliant tomorrow and Sunday.""You will.""Are you ok? After your crashes?" Deniz asks, and Jaume can hear the worry in his voice."I'm fine, the track was more slippery than I thought.""Yeah, there were a lot of crashes at the beginning." Deniz says.The Turk removes his leg behind Jaume and shifts, resting himself against Jaume's side. The Spaniard wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer, his fingers caressing the skin of the Turk's right upper arm softly, making Deniz shiver."Cold?""No," he says, yawning."Tired." Jaume states."Yeah, I could just fall asleep like this easily, you're very comfy.""Then fall asleep, it's ok." Jaume murmurs, pressing a kiss against Deniz's temple.It doesn't take long for Deniz to fall asleep on Jaume's shoulder, the Spaniard fishing his phone out, and while absentmindedly weaving his fingers through Deniz' hairs, he uses the other to scroll through social media. When Deniz stirs, the Spaniard looks at his lover and smiles, still sleeping. His eyes move over his face, the peaceful expression on it, his kissable lips and the smooth skin of his neck, but then Jaume frowns, discovering a light straight line that looks suspiciously much like a scar.Not remembering when and how that happened, he opens Google, searching 'Deniz Öncü neck wound' and what he finds makes him go back in time, to 2021 and then he remembers.The Spanish GP, both being on a KTM but different teams, last lap, last corner, Deniz losing the bike and wiping him out together with Darryn Binder, and the picture he sees, in close up, makes him shudder. The movement wakes up Deniz."What? What's happened?" The Turk is obviously confused, and he looks at Jaume."This."Jaume holds up his phone, and Deniz sees the picture he posted on Instagram in 2021."Oh, yeah, I was very lucky.""I had forgotten that happened.""I wiped you out." Deniz whispers."Yeah, and I was really mad at you until you came to apologize.""It was my fault; it was the least I could do.""What caused that, though?""Binders brake disk, I felt something cut across my neck, but I was so full of adrenaline I only noticed back in the box when someone said I had blood in my neck. The car crash I had earlier in the year was more frightening because we could see that truck swerving into our lane and then the impact of the crash....."Jaume sees Deniz' eyes glass over, and he waits patiently for Deniz to continue."Everything went dark then, and when I opened my eyes, I was in the grass, people hovering around me, and the first thing I said was, 'Where's my brother? Where's Can, is he ok?'""He was hurt, wasn't he?""Yeah, cuts to his arm, but otherwise, he was fine.""2021 started difficult and ended that way too, didn't it?""Yeah," Deniz says, burying his face in the crook of Jaume's neck, "I'd rather not think about that, though."Jaume hums. Even though the ban was justified, Deniz was only 18 then, and Jaume can still remember the look of horror on Deniz' face when the Turk returned to his box and the replays were showing about what he had caused on track."No one got seriously hurt," the older says."I know.""Hey, look at me, askim."Deniz looks up, and Jaume smiles softly at him."You were only 18, and you didn't mean for it to happen. You've come a long way since then, and I'm very proud of you for that."Deniz blushes and smiles while he looks away, but Jaume ducks down and captures Deniz' lips in a deep and long kiss, igniting something in the both of them, and Jaume slowly maneuvers Deniz on his back, settling between his legs and dragging his hips over the younger ones, making both moan.Both are wearing joggers, and apparently Deniz decided to go commando. The friction is amazing. Deniz moves his hands around Jaume's waist, and his hands slip into his joggers and boxers, squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him against him while arching his own back.Jaume's broken moans make Deniz look at him, leaning up and kissing the Spaniard's skin, and Jaume shivers. Knowing the teams and other riders are everywhere around them, Deniz leans up and seals their lips in a deep kiss when he finds release, body jerking and cries being swallowed by Jaume, who suddenly feels one of Deniz' hands move forward and his fingers curl around Jaume's cock, tugging and massaging, thumb flicking the tip, and Jaume moans into Deniz' mouth, body jerking above him.Deniz wraps his arms around Jaume, and the Spaniard lets himself be pulled down on top of him, closing his eyes for a moment and feeling how Deniz's hands slip underneath his shirt to caress skin. Jaume smiles, pressing a kiss against Deniz's skin. He slowly rolls off of him, back against the back of the couch, and Deniz turns on his side too, and for a moment the two just look at each other, legs tangled and hands finding each other to lace together when Jaume frowns."What?" Deniz asks."Just, has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyelashes?""What?" Deniz asks, and he can't suppress a laugh."I'm serious," Jaume says and reaches out, cupping Deniz' cheek and thumb stroking the skin just beneath his eye. "They're not exceptionally long or something, but quite short and thick, which makes your eyes stand out even more." Jaume smiles."Well, thanks, I guess."Jaume smiles too and pulls Deniz towards him, meeting him halfway, and their lips find each other in a soft, sweet kiss."Can you stay?" Deniz asks."I don't know...""Lütfen aşkım?"Jaume smiles and nods, yes, he will stay and Deniz hugs him close before he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and lays it over them, both settling underneath it and Deniz feels how Jaume wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer, smiling content, Deniz closes his eyes, feeling loved and safe, and he slowly drifts off to sleep.
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After a long day of testing and getting his first taste of Moto2, Deniz is glad he's back in his hotel room. Because his back was killing him, the team sent him to Clinica Mobile for a massage before they let him leave and now all he really wants is a hot shower, a hot meal and a soft bed.Dropping his clothes on the way, he turns on the faucet, and a soft moan leaves his lips when he steps underneath the hot stream. Placing his hands against the tiles and hanging his head, he lets the water cascade over his back and shifting his lower back, he hears a 'pop' and he groans. Fingers go there and rub the spot, remembering to take the medicine he got from the doctor when he gets out, he wraps a robe around himself and calls room service.Barely having hung up, there's a knock on the door, and he frowns, walking up to it and opening it, he's surprised to see his teammate."Cele.""Hey, Deniz," the Italian says, eyes moving down and up the Turkish rider," is this a bad time?""No, no, just, come in, please, it's cold with the door open.""Oh yes! Sorry."Cele quickly steps inside, and while Deniz closes the door, the Italian turns around and looks at him, waiting until Deniz looks at him too."Are you OK?" Cele asks, surprising Deniz a bit, but he smiles."It could be better, to be honest.""Do you really have a fracture in your back?""Hm, small one.""Still, riding a race with that, and a test today on an even bigger bike, I'm impressed."Deniz feels himself blush while he wobbles to the couch, and Cele automatically reaches out to steady him and help him get there."Thanks."Just when Cele wants to sit down too, there's a knock on the door, and Deniz groans."That will be room service, will you let them in, please?""Yes sure."Cele quickly walks to the door and opens it, he takes the cart inside, closing the door and riding it to Deniz, who is sitting cross-legged, Cele's eyes falling on the split in the robe, showing an awful lot of naked skin."Cele?""What?""You want some too?""Oh no, I already ate; you want me to leave you?""No, I like the company, and besides, we'll be teammates for the next two years, so we might as well get to know each other.""OK."Cele sits down, not really knowing what to say while he watches Deniz eat, his robe falling open and getting a glimpse of that tanned skin on his chest."You're checking me out again.""Sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll go.""No, don't be silly," Deniz laughs. " I'm flattered."Cele blushes when Deniz winks at him and continues dinner, Cele licks his lips and hesitates, then he blurts out what he is dying to know."Is it true? About you and Jaume?"Deniz' arm freezes halfway to his mouth, and Cele already curses himself, watching how Deniz puts down the spoon and looks at his dessert."What did you hear?""Well, that you... I overheard someone saying they saw you together, or actually, two figures and that he thought it were you and Jaume."Deniz nods, licking his lips as well, and puts away the yoghurt to face Cele."Yeah, yeah he was right, we.....were, I guess, together.""Were?""I..... I thought Jaume was the sweetest and caring person I ever met, and we had an amazing time together, but I saw first hand what he did in Qatar to one of the sweetest riders in the paddock and I couldn't believe it at first, but he just kept on being so aggressive. That wasn't the Jaume I knew, the Jaume I fell in love with. Can't believe I fell for everything he said.""Hey," Cele says and reaches over, hand resting on Deniz' arm," we all make mistakes.""Yeah I know, I just....he came over, you know, the day after, wanted to celebrate his title with me and I hesitated to tell him but seeing we were together I was like, OK no secrets, so I told him what I thought of what he did, and he didn't take it very well." Deniz' voice whispering the last words, eyes cast down."Wait, he didn't hurt you did he?" Cele says, fierce tone of his voice making Deniz smile."No," he says, looking at Cele," no, not in a physical way anyway.""In what way?"Deniz sighs, shrugging his shoulders and getting up, making Cele's hand disconnect from his arm and the Turk wraps his arms around himself."He uhm.....reminded me of what happened in 2021, in Austin, when I caused that huge pile up.""He didn't!" Cele says, jumping up."Yeah, saying I almost killed him back then, and I got a race ban so if he could forgive me that, I would be able to forgive him this seeing there was a title at stake, and I wasn't involved.""You were 18 back then, and it was only your second full year, I remember you looking as white as a sheet when you realized what you had done.""I was, I never meant for that to happen.""Of course you didn't and Jaume was out of line with that, I'm sorry, Deniz.""It's OK.""You want me to kick his ass? Push him off in the first race?""No," Deniz chuckles," better not stoop to that level.""Right."The two look at each other, Cele feeling like he is drowning in those beautiful brown eyes, and before he knows it he leans in, catching himself just in time, but Deniz closes the distance. Lips find each other in a kiss that begins slow and tentative, but quickly turns eager and Cele moans when he feels Deniz' tongue moving over his lips.Opening up, Deniz lifts his hand to cup the back of Cele's head, keeping him in place while the Turk turns his face to deepen the kiss. Deniz is pleasantly surprised when Cele suddenly pushes him back against the wall, moaning into the Italians mouth when he feels a hand slip underneath his robe and when his fingers brush Deniz' nipple, the Turk moans and breaks the kiss. Resting his head back against the wall, Deniz closes his eyes for a moment, feeling how Cele pulls the string of his robe and pushing it aside, exposing the Turk to him.Cele leans back, eyes taking in the beautiful sexy man in front of him, and he looks at him, dark hooded eyes looking back."Are you sure you want this?" the Turk asks."Yes, very sure," Cele says, moving in and using a hand to cup Deniz' cock," and so are you, I feel."Deniz blushes, licking his lips, and he nods, shrugging out off the robe and taking Cele's hand to lead him to the bedroom where he turns around to him, grabbing his shirt and pushing it up and over his head to drop it, soon moving to his jeans, popping the button and pulling the zip down, slowly pushing it down his hips while he looks at Cele."Have you been with a man before?" Deniz asks.Cele nods and Deniz smiles, turning the Italian around in a quick move, he pushes him on the bed, following him, crawling over him on his hands and knees."Good."Deniz leans in to kiss him again, feeling hands move around his waist, and they slip in his boxers, cupping his ass cheeks and pulling him down, Deniz smiles against his lips, loving his eagerness, and he gives in, pushing his hips against Cele's and both moan when their hard cocks rub together."Fuck, you feel so good, Deniz.""I can make you feel even better."Cele shivers with the idea, and he hums, rocking his hips upwards, trying to push Deniz' boxers down his hips, but he needs a bit of help. Deniz momentarily pushes himself up to take it off and Cele does the same. Both staring at the others cock for a moment before Deniz cups Cele's cheek and kisses him again, pushing him on his back."Top or bottom?" Deniz breathes."Bottom, I need to feel that inside me."Deniz smiles, reaching over and grabbing the lube from the bedside table, moving between Cele's legs, and he starts to work him open. Pushing in one finger and moving it around, watching Cele's hips arch off the bed already and shifting, pushing in a second, he makes quick work of finding his prostate and rubbing it with the tips of his fingers, hearing a string of Italian fall from Cele's lips. The Italian's cock is hard and amazingly, reacts to what the Turk is doing, Deniz watching how it is twitching and moving on his own, and before he knows it, Deniz leans in and sinks down on him.Cele's hands grip his long hair, not to keep him there but to try and pull him off, he's much too close, and he really doesn't want to cum like this.Deniz sucks one time hard and releases him, eyes moving up to look at Cele, who's eyes almost pop out of his head, mouth open and breathing hard. Deniz sits up and grabs Cele's hips to pull them over his, placing his cock against Cele's opening and slipping the tip inside."Fuck yes..." Cele moans.The Italian wraps his long legs around Deniz' hips and pushes them into Deniz ass, pulling him against him and forcing Deniz' cock inside him in one smooth move. Deniz moans, eyes moving down over Cele's body, how it is covered in a light sheen of sweat and how it is squirming beneath him. The Turk wonders how many times Cele actually did this, he's really tight, tighter then Jaume was for sure, his muscles sucking him inside and contracting around him deliciously. Spreading his own legs, Deniz starts to rock inside him, tip of his cock brushing Cele's prostate with every inwards thrust."Your cock feels so good inside me, Deniz...filling me up so good...."Deniz keeps rocking into him, hearing the bed creak with the movement, and it's already giving him so much more pleasure than he's ever felt before.Leaning down and wrapping his arms around Cele's back, he pulls the other up, Cele leaning on his hands, pushing down on Deniz cock when the Turk rocks up into him. Deniz's fingertips dig into Cele's hips when he starts to really fuck into him hard and deep, the Italian moaning loud and his head falls back. Deniz moves his eyes over Cele's body, eyes coming to rest on his cock, tip red and leaking pre-cum on his stomach, and Deniz bites his lip."Are you close?" Deniz asks."So fucking close." Cele breathes.Deniz moves his arms around Cele's waist and pulls him up and against him, Cele wrapping is arms around Deniz' shoulders and looking down at him while Deniz rocks up into him with short, powerful jerks of his hips. One hand wandering down his side and hip to move inwards and curls around his cock."You want to cum?""Yes, please make me cum, Deniz."The Turk smiles, tugging his cock and wrapping his lips around one of Cele's nipples, dragging his tongue over it and feeling the Italian jerk and shudder in his arms. Movements erratic and uncontrollable in his arms, Deniz can feel how his cock is being gripped like a vice, muscles contracting around him and pulling him over too. Room being filled with moans and whimpers while both ride out their orgasms.Falling on the bed exhausted, both need a couple of minutes to regain their breath but eventually, Deniz turns his head to look at Cele."That was.....wow.""Hm, it really was."Cele turns his face and looks at Deniz, a smile around his lips, and he turns on his side towards Deniz."So...." the Italian starts, fingers reaching out to draw imaginary patterns on Deniz chest," how 'wow' was it?"Biting his lip, he looks up at Deniz through his eyelashes and Deniz laughs, wrapping an arm around Cele's shoulder and pulling him closer."Top of the list.""Yeah?""Hm, defo."Cele smiles, feeling proud of the fact Deniz enjoyed it so much, just like he did.
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Look at him, riding round showing off. I'm as good as him, he’s no better than the rest of us, thought Diggia as he watched Pecco at mid-morning on the test track, the sun glinting off the red, factory Ducati fairing. He thought proudly of the end of the 2023 season where he’d been harrying the world champion, trying his best to overtake and win another race. Then he snubbed me in the podium room, and now he gives me bad advice at the test! I need to take him down a peg or two.Pecco had advised him to ride a certain way on his new VR46 bike—but it turned out to be wrong, and Diggia felt much better riding how he used to on his old Gresini. So on his first lap, he searched for the no. 1 Ducati and followed it, hovering behind, partly to gain information and tips, but partly to annoy him.Unfortunately Pecco made a small mistake—missed a gear or hit a bump or something—and Diggia ran right into the back of him, making the Ducati buck and shudder and the champion had a hard time controlling it. He went off into the gravel and only just managed to steer his bike back onto the track.Diggia’s own bike was sent off sideways too but not as badly, so he managed to recover and zoom past Pecco before he re-joined. That made him feel rather smug.But when he stopped to try a practice start, he found the red Ducati next to him, and Pecco gesturing at him. Diggia noticed there was some damage on the champion’s bike—stone and dust marks, scratches—it wasn’t as pristine as it had started the day.On the other side stood the KTM of Jack Miller, who was also looking at him.You’re a devoted friend of Pecco, you take his side on everything, thought Diggia when he saw the Australian. But I'm not a minion like you. So just as the other riders leaned across to speak to him, he revved his VR46 and made a blistering start, leaving the other two staring after him.Chuckling to himself, he rode round thinking about his team’s instructions for testing, getting used to his new bike, seeing how fast it would go and so on. He was in a dream, but suddenly realised he had company. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed a big red bike looming behind him and he realised who that was immediately.Oh right, you want a race, do you? He set off, weaving around to make it difficult for Pecco to overtake. Of course the champion’s bike easily kept up with him, it came right up to his back wheel, then pulled alongside. Diggia was sure Pecco was about to rocket past and probably show him the middle finger, but he wasn’t afraid of upsetting the hierarchy at Ducati. So he moved closer to the red machine and the two bikes grated against each other, sparking a little. A message flashed up on his dashboard to warn him but he ignored it and shimmied his VR46 a bit, which made Pecco draw back a little. Then he rode off, waving backwards as if to a friend.***When he arrived at his pit box, his crew members stared at him with various expressions of surprise, annoyance, and amusement. He swung off his bike and strolled jauntily into the back of the garage. Now it was the lunchtime break of the test day, si he wondered what he’d have to eat as he headed in the direction of his mobile home. But he was accosted by his crew chief, David Muñoz, just as he stepped out of the back door.“What were you doing on track with Bagnaia?” he demanded. “This is a test, not a race.”“He always gives me the wrong advice, he’s trying to undermine me. I just wanted to show that I know I can control my bike as well as him, if not better.”“Well, you were on the very edge of showing that, it looked crazy to the rest of us. And remember he’s the champion and you’re in VR46 now. It’s really not the time to rock the boat.”Diggia was not going to give in, however, so he just smiled sweetly at David, and they went their separate ways.***After lunch, he set out again, intending to be sensible and get on with his testing work. But unfortunately he was waved out into the pit lane by a careless crew member who didn’t notice Pecco riding out at the same time. The VR46 and factory Ducati bikes came within inches of each other and the riders had to do some clever manoeuvres to avoid a crash.It wasn’t my fault, it was the mechanic’s, Diggia thought rebelliously. So he didn’t raise his hand in apology but just rode onto the track, ignoring everyone else. He did a few laps, then to his annoyance came up behind a group of three stationery riders, they seemed to be having some kind of debate, waving their arms at each other. They were Bez, Luca Marini and Pecco—the champion and his acolytes, who were no doubt congratulating him on being their idol. Diggia slowed, tutting to himself.Then as he reached them, Pecco suddenly pulled out right in front of him, and Diggia had to brake, his bike lurched around, he swerved to avoid the red Ducati but too late. The left side of his fairing hit the right side of the other, metal screeched against metal and each bike went in a different direction.Diggia’s VR46 juddered and squirmed until he finally brought it to a stop in a shower of gravel. He had a quick look around the framework, but there was no major damage except decreasing the time he had left over for the test. Swearing to himself, he cruised back to his garage.“That maniac!” he exclaimed as he handed over his bike to David, who would assess its condition. “Pulling out in front of me like that!”“Never mind, apart from that, you did well today,” soothed the Spaniard. “Hopefully you can avoid him tomorrow.”Diggia strode towards his motorhome, head held high. I shall do what I want, I am not compromising my test to fit in with any champion.***“Hey! What were you playing at today?” shouted a voice, and he turned to see Pecco marching towards him.“Me? What were you doing? You pulled right out in front of me!”“You should have slowed down!”“Why? You shouldn’t have been standing still at the side!”“And not only that, you got in my way at least three other times today! This is a test, not a race! You need to learn that!”“I need to learn? You’re the ‘champion’”—he made air quotes—“It’s you who should know not to get in the way of other riders!”They glared at each other, eye to eye, as they were around the same height.Pecco smoothed down his curly hair, which was a little out of control. “You need to learn some manners during tests, you can’t throw your weight around. You’re not in Moto2 anymore.”“I haven’t been in Moto2 for some years now, in case you didn’t know!”“Seems like you’re still a brat who needs to learn how MotoGP riders behave.”“And how’s that? Pulling out in front of others? Not able to take a bit of fighting on the track? Expecting everyone to get out of your way?”They were both furious now, red in the face, neither giving way an inch.“I do not expect everyone to get out of my way.” Pecco’s voice had gone cold. “I fight my own battles, I—”“No, you don’t. You expect the rest of us Ducati riders to let you past and bow down to you and treat you like the king of the whole team! King Pecco and his team of servants!”Pecco seemed about to retort, but then shrugged. “What is the point of arguing with someone who won’t listen to reason? You need to grow up, and stop being such a child.” He turned away, shaking his head impatiently, which made his hair quiver like leaves in a summer breeze.***How dare he say that and walk away? He’s only one year older than me. Diggia felt a rush of fury and stepped forward, grabbing at his shoulder. His fingers however, slipped off the smooth leather of the Ducati suit and went upwards, getting caught in Pecco’s hair. So he pulled the curls, bringing him to a violent stop. Diggia wondered for a second if he’d gone too far as Pecco turned slowly round, still being held by the hair. But instead of the angry glare he expected, he received a confused look from wide eyes.“Get off—m—my hair.” Because he’d turned round, Diggia’s hand was more cradling his head, the fingers caught in the dark locks. More of a caress.It was luxurious, strong, curly hair. Full of vitality. Diggia had always liked hair, the longer and thicker the better. He pulled at it to see what happened, and Pecco swayed a little on his feet. “You like that?” He tangled his fingers in the curls. “What about this?” Diggia yanked his head back sharply. Brutally.Pecco pressed his lips together but couldn’t prevent a moan escaping them. He looked embarrassed, his eyes went sideways, but when he felt another pull on his hair, he couldn’t help groaning again.“So this is what I have to do to get the better of you?” But Diggia couldn’t be too vindictive with his hand full of the finest hair he’d ever felt: he was unable to let go of it. He stepped up to Pecco and pushed him against the side of the nearest trailer, like an experiment to see what happened. He liked experiments, he had never been one for following a set path. “You are very bad. You got in my way on track.”“You got in my way.” The curled lip showed he wasn’t giving in, but his body fidgeted as if it had its own intentions.His body. Yes. Diggia took hold of his hip, again to see what happened, then a hand slid up to grab his own hair, which was shorter but enough to get hold of. He hadn’t realised he liked his hair being pulled but he did. The two riders gazed at each other. “Are we to stand here like this forever?” he demanded, tugging Pecco’s dark curls in his fingers.The older rider’s eyes lit up with some kind of fire, and he pulled Diggia’s head towards his, their mouths met but it wasn’t exactly a kiss, more of a bite, and they snapped at each other like dogs playing; fingers clawing at hair; shiny, hard racing suits scraping against each other.Diggia was pushing him against the grooved side of the trailer, he shoved his knee between his legs to hold him still, and his hand never left the dark mop, dragging it back at a painful angle. As their bodies pressed together, Diggia was hard at once, he hoped that Pecco was too but it was difficult to tell due to the rigid leather suit. Their tongues fought for dominance, lips and teeth clashing, but Diggia’s strength was winning as his companion sagged under the sheer force of the kiss. He felt he needed to hold Pecco up so he put his other hand on the small of his back, jamming their race-sweaty bodies together against the hard metal.***“Seen Bagnaia?” called someone nearby, and the canoodling riders jumped, and paused. But instead of leaping apart, they crowded closer, arms round each other.“No?” said another voice. “Why?”“He’s due at that publicity event with Dorna in a minute.”“Don’t let them take me.” Pecco’s whisper sounded desperate in Diggia’s ear.“Don’t you want to see your fans and followers?”“No, I—I don’t like all that public stuff. I like to be private.”Oh. So Francesco Bagnaia isn’t an attention whore like I thought. “Right.” He pulled Pecco between the motorhomes, looking frantically round for an escape route. The gaps under the trailers were far too narrow, they couldn’t crawl under there. Then he got an idea. “Come on.” He tried the door of the nearest vehicle cab and luckily it was open. He climbed in, Pecco got in behind him and they hid behind the cab seats like stowaways, giggling.***“So you didn’t like me hassling you on track today?” enquired Diggia.“No, you were disrespectful.”“And who are you to deserve so much respect from me? You’re only one year older than me.”Now Pecco’s eyes were lit with a different kind of fire. “I am double world champion, you’re just—”“Just what? Near enough a rookie? Not a champion? Beneath your notice?”“No—I—I meant you’re free. You can try your best and people admire you. I have to be the face of MotoGP, be perfect all the time, never show any weakness.” He chewed his lip. “It’s exhausting. I just want to ride my bike.”“Well, I can understand that.”“You’re so lucky, being a—a—”“No-hoper?”“An apprentice rider. No one cares if you make a mistake.”“So that’s why you got angry. You thought I was exposing your weaknesses.”“I—I guess.”“So what about all this then?” Diggia waved his finger between himself and Pecco, as they huddled in their cab hideaway. “Another thing to keep secret?”“Yes. No one knows about this, it’s just another stick they would beat me with. The champion who is unmanly and acts like a girl.”“You’re not unmanly!” Now the younger rider was bristling in defence of his former rival. “Don’t they know how tough we all have to be to even start Moto3, let alone become champion of MotoGP!”“Yes, but it gets tiring to put on a front all the time. I just want to be me.”“Well you can be you. Just stop trying to be perfect. Look at me, I do what I want.”Pecco smiled. “You do. I'll be more like you.”“You’re not as big headed as I thought. You’re actually quite nice.”“Why, thank you.” They both giggled.“We will be friends now, and you will know that any time I attack you on track isn’t personal anymore, it’s just teasing.”“Or foreplay, eh?”“Pecco Bagnaia, you are very forward.”“Maybe I am, but could you call me Francesco? I like that better.”“Certainly.”“I have to go to the publicity event in fifteen minutes.”“Okay.”People shouting and laughing outside made them move closer, and cuddle up behind the cab seats. An oasis of calm in their frenetic life.
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It's several hours after the race when there is a knock at the door of his hotel room and Dani gets up, already knowing who it is, and he smiles when he opens the door. Fabio is standing right there, shirt hanging open and revealing the medal, chest glistening with champagne, coming from the bottle he is holding the neck of in his hand, smile on his face, and he looks absolutely beautiful."I believe," Dani starts, pointing to the medal," that is mine."Fabio smiles too and walks in, around Dani and stops in the middle of the room before he turns around to the Spaniard."Come and get it then." he smirks, placing his hands behind his back.Dani frowns, closing the door and seeing the smirk too and the twinkle in his eyes, stepping up close and reaching out but just before he touches the medal, Fabio's hand shoots out, grabbing Dani's wrist."This was very hard fought, Dani, we worked hard for it, really hard, and I see this as a reward for that," the Frenchman says and licks his lips,"I'm going to need something in return."Dani's lips feel dry all of a sudden, wondering what he wants, but the look in the youngers eyes give him an idea."What...." Dani licks his dry lips,"what do you want then?""A kiss."Dani's eyebrows shoot up but then, Fabio turns his head, finger of his other hand tapping his cheek."Right here.""Oh..." Dani says, trying to not make it sound too disappointed, and he nods,"yeah, sure."Fabio heard it tho, and he smiles, looking from the corner of his eye, seeing Dani leaning in closer, taking a step in his direction, feeling his breath on his skin. Suddenly Fabio turns his head and Dani's lips are on his, Dani makes a surprised noise in his throat and wants to step back, but Fabio's hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place and deepening the kiss.When he does let the older go, he steps back, eyes wide while he looks at Fabio, smirk back on his face before he takes the medal and hangs it around Dani's neck, placing the champagne on the table and saluting Dani.The Spaniard watches how Fabio walks away, past him, and before he knows what he is doing, Dani grabs Fabio's wrist, the Frenchman stopping in his steps and looking at Dani."What?""If you think I'm just going to let you leave after you kissing me like that, you are very much mistaken."Dani knows he is taking a risk here, or is he? If Fabio didn't want him, he wouldn't have kissed him like that, or tricked him into it. He's still unsure, tho, turning towards Fabio and locking in on brown eyes. Pushing him back until he is against the wall, Dani pushes himself against him."Are you up for it?""For what?""You know what..." Dani says.Fabio bites his lip and smiles, liking the weight of the older against his body."You have no idea, I've been wanting you for a long time, Dani."Dani smiles, standing on his tiptoes and closing the distance between them, the kiss is slow and soft but quickly turns deeper and passionate. Hands wander and slip underneath and inside clothes, caressing skin and when the need to breathe becomes unbearable, they break it. Fabio then suddenly sinks down and grabs Dani's legs, throwing him over his shoulder."Fabio! What are you doing?""Getting my reward." he smiles.Dani laughs and once in the bedroom, is put down on his feet again right before Fabio pushes him back on the bed, falling to his knees, his hands move to Dani's shorts and he pops the button."Not one for wasting time, are you?" Dani smiles, leaning on his elbows."Hell no."Fabio pulls down Dani's shorts and throws it somewhere in the room, eyes landing on his boxers, corners of his mouth curling up when he sees Dani is already hard."Well, what do you know...."Dani blushes but smiles too, watching how Fabio's hands move over his legs, up and under his shorts, creeping up his legs slowly, thighs, and suddenly they find hot throbbing skin."Fuck..." Dani moans, head falling back, and he has to make an effort not to cum on the spot, he never realized how much he actually wanted the Frenchman to touch him like this, how much he craved him until now."God, you feel so good, I want to see it."Dani vaguely feels how Fabio pulls his boxers down his legs, feeling his cock spring up, the tip of it slapping against his belly before it moves back. Fabio is mesmerized by it, it's longer and thicker then he thought for such a small man."It's fucking perfect." he whispers in awe.Dani groans, trying his best to look at Fabio, seeing the admiration in his eyes and how he bites his lip."You're going to do something, or should I do it myself."Fabio looks up at that, smirk back now and his fingers curl around the base, having Dani moan again, hands fisting the sheets and eyes closed. He would love to watch what Fabio is doing, but he just can't find the strength, instead focussing on his fingers that tighten and loosen around his base, his breath that is ghosting over his shaft and then a tongue, fuck, and Dani arches his hips off the bed. He can feel Fabio smirk at his reaction to the light touch and how his hips are being pinned to the bed.Fabio's tongue licks up a stripe on the underside of Dani's cock, tracing the vein there and ending up at the tip, dragging it through the slit and licking up the pre-cum there, humming with the taste and luring a deep moan from Dani's lips. Curling his lips around the tip, he slowly sinks down on him, sucking hard and feeling fingers gripping his short hairs, trying to find grip there. Hips desperately try to rock up into that heat, that amazing, wonderful wet heat that is surrounding him and that tongue that is pushing him to climax ridiculously fast.Fabio can feel the tremors in Dani's body, feel him jerk and moan and groan broken, feel Dani's cock twitch before he cums down his throat. The Frenchman swallows everything, sucking him dry and humming around him, pushing Dani into his orgasm deeper, grip on his hair becoming painfully now, but he doesn't release Dani's cock, only when the Spaniard is moving away, sensitivity becoming too much for him, Fabio lets it out of his mouth with a plop.Breathing heavy and trying to come back down from heaven, he feels Fabio pulling him up by his hands and taking off his shirt before he is being pushed back on the bed. Still finding himself in the throes of his orgasm, he suddenly feels a very naked body covering him, a moan above him and Dani's body shudders when their cocks start rubbing together, Fabio rocking his hips over Dani's."You up for round two or do you need some time to recover?" Fabio murmurs.Dani's eyes are still not focussing how they should, and he just hums."Can't.hear.you." Fabio says, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips."Please....please, Fabio....""Please what?" Fabio says, leaning in and licking the shell of his ear, Dani groans and moves his hands to cup Fabio's ass cheeks, spreading his legs and pulling them up, placing his feet in the mattress and arching his hips up."You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want to tell me? My little warrior...""Bedside table."Fabio reaches out and opens it, seeing the lube, and he takes it, sitting up, earning him a disapproving whine from Dani, the Spaniard missing the contact and feeling very cold, Fabio smiles and moves his eyes over him."You're fucking gorgeous, Dani.""Hm, so are you, now start working me open, I need to feel your cock inside me."Fabio starts working Dani open, first one finger, then two, then three and moving them around, using more finesse and time than Dani has patience for, and he starts to wriggle."Now, Fabio, enough with the foreplay, I'm ready for you..."Fabio throws away the lube and moves his hands underneath Dani's ass, pulling his legs over his own hips and Dani yelps, leaning on his elbows, craning his neck while he watches how Fabio takes his cock in hand, and guides it to his opening. Placing the tip against it, he teases by only slipping the tip inside before he stops."Fabioooooo.............." Dani whines.Fabio laughs, spreading his legs and lowering his hips a little, one hand moving to Dani's back and supporting it."Sit up."Dani huffs, done with the waiting, but he nonetheless sits up with Fabio's help, still only breached by the tip of his cock, Dani moves one arm around Fabio's neck and the other rests on Fabio's chest."Your heart is racing...." the older softly says."Yeah, that's what you do to me, baby...."Dani smiles, just before Fabio thrusts up and impales Dani on his cock."Oh my god......" Dani all but screams and both freeze."Not so loud." Fabio chuckles."Shit, sorry but fucking hell...."Dani's arms wind around Fabio's neck, foreheads resting against each other while Fabio's hands cup Dani's ass cheeks, and he slowly starts to push the older up, stopping when he is almost out before he pulls him down again. They quickly find a good rhythm, Dani sinking down and Fabio rocking up, meeting each other half way. Breathing becomes shallow and moans and whimpers fill the room, the smell of sex heavy in the air.Fabio's hand move away, moving up and down Dani's sides almost lovingly, tenderly and Dani slips his fingers in Fabio's hairs, locking eyes with him. Both smile before Dani leans in and kisses him, it's soft and sweet, slow and gentle while both start to thrust up and sink down faster, moans are swallowed and Fabio can feel Dani's hole flexing around his cock."So close...... I'm so....."Dani breaks the kiss, forehead resting against Fabio's again, and he closes his eyes, chasing his second orgasm in 5 minutes and feeling it creeping up on him when Fabio suddenly curls his fingers around his cock and tugs. White spurts of cum shoot out of his cock, landing on Fabio's chest, and the Frenchman watches in fascination at the scene. It's not the first time he sees this, obviously, but realizing he's doing this to Dani Pedrosa, a MotoGP Legend, is making him so proud.It doesn't take long before Fabio is pulled over too, body jerking and rocking up into Dani's, feeling his muscles gripping him like a vice, Dani's body shuddering in his arms. Moving his arms around his smaller body and holding him close until he is still."You ok?" Fabio asks after some minutes, Dani's head has fallen on his shoulder, and he's been quiet for a while."Fucking perfect, that was amazing," Dani says, leaning back and looking at Fabio,"you are amazing."They kiss lazily for some time until sleep takes over the older and Fabio lies him down."Get some sleep."Fabio moves away, but Dani grabs his hand."Stay.""I'd love to, but I can't, you know that."Dani releases his hand and pouts, making Fabio laugh."Don't look at me like that.""I......""What?" Fabio asks and sits on the edge of the bed."I really enjoyed this.""So did I."Fabio leans in and kisses Dani's lips before he starts dressing and makes his way out, being watched by dark hooded eyes that quickly close as the Spaniard is being pulled into sleep.
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Maverick was not a fan of his new KTM race suit. Orange was not his colour, so he stared crossly into the distance.Enea was standing nearby pulling on his gloves. “What’s the matter with you?” he asked. “Your face looks like a wet fish.”“I am not a fish. I was just thinking that I don’t like this suit as much as my old Aprilia one.” He sighed. “There’s too much orange on here.”“Yes, your old one had more red didn’t it…And my Ducati suit was completely red.” Enea sighed too.“We need new clothes, new colours, new textures, don’t we?” said Maverick, peering down at his sleeve. “I get tired of wearing leather.”“We need softer things for a change. Hey! Why don’t we go shopping?” Enea grinned.“But when?”“We can find time. Sneak off when they’re not looking.” The two KTM riders exchanged happy glances and giggled.***But it was a long time before they could go on their shopping trip. All the preseason tests were in the Far East, and then they had to go to the Austrian headquarters to sit through a few boring presentations about KTM’s future, and financial strategy and some less boring ones about bike development. But when those had finished, Maverick and Enea found themselves leaving the boardroom together.“What about the shopping trip now?” whispered Enea in Maverick’s ear. The older rider grinned, and the pair of them sidled away from the building to their motorhomes to get changed.“We should go to the expensive, high class shops with security, then we won’t get mobbed,” said Maverick when they met up again. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans, Enea the same in beige, with no logos or anything else corporate, and also both wore baseball caps matching their outfits. Nice and anonymous.Enea nodded, and they made their way out of the circuit to the nearest shopping centre, trying to keep a low profile in the crowd.They chose a tall, silver and glass building with the black and white AlphaTauri logo illuminated on the side. The front doors swished open like in Star Trek, and the two riders ambled in, making surprised faces at each other, feeling like they were stepping into space.After riding upwards on a chrome escalator, they reached the menswear department.“I want to wear red,” said Maverick, looking round for red clothes, but before he could touch them a blonde sales assistant hurried up.“Herr Viñales!” she said. “What a wonderful surprise to see you here.”“Please call me Maverick.”“Enea,” said his teammate.“How can we help you today?”Three other sales assistants hurried up to the riders—one with red hair, one with very dark hair and one with dyed pink hair—all looking adoringly at them.“We’re fed up with our race suits,” said Maverick, “and we want something different. And I want to wear red or at least a shade of red, please.”“And I don’t want to wear red,” added Enea. “I want to break away from red.”“After how they treated you.” Maverick patted his arm supportively.Enea gave a small smile.“Certainly, sirs.” Leaving Enea to their colleagues, the blonde and the red haired assistants escorted Maverick to look at a nearby display of red and white clothing. The blonde stayed with him, pointing out different items, while the other went off around the shop to collect red items.“Do you have any preferences for the shade of red?” she asked. “Crimson? Or scarlet? Perhaps cherry red or cerise? Ruby or rose? Maybe candy, berry or brick? Or strawberry, watermelon?”“Erm,” he said, overwhelmed by the number of colours. “Which one do you think would suit me? I have no idea.”“Well…” She walked round him assessing his looks. “You have deep, cool colouring so I think a bold shade of red.”The redhead returned, her arms full of red clothes, and they sat Maverick on a chair, then held different pieces up to his face, saying, “oh yes” and “not that one” as they did so.Maverick enjoyed just sitting there being fussed over, feeling the soft fabric against his face and body, instead of the harsh leather of his suit.***Meanwhile Enea was looking round at the clothes, accompanied by the brunette and the pink haired assistant. “I don't want anything bold or bright,” he said. “Something more subdued.” He pointed to a dark grey jumper.The brown-haired assistant hurried to fetch it and held it to his face.“No,” said the other one. “I think that's too dark. What about this one?” She put a lighter grey one under his chin.For the next few minutes, the two ladies whirled round holding up grey items to Enea’s face, saying, “so this is pewter, and this one’s graphite. How about smoke or flint? Gun metal, perhaps charcoal or maybe slate.” Until his head was virtually spinning with the information.Finally they decided on a paler, warm grey which did indeed make his dark eyes and hair stand out and didn't compete with them.“This is dove grey,” said the pink haired one, and both assistants stood back gasping in admiration.“You’re so handsome,” said the brunette, and both women blushed.***Maverick’s two assistants had decided on a cherry red, because they said the bold, true red was just too much and looked harsh.“So what clothes would sir like to wear?” asked the red-haired lady, and all three of them giggled.“Something softer than leather, I wear too much leather.”They brought some fuzzy jumpers and puffy gilets towards him.He started taking his grey shirt off, and they giggled even more.“Sir, you can use the changing rooms if you want?”“Oh it's alright, I'm always taking my clothes off at work.” Which made the women almost swoon, especially when they saw his muscly chest.***Enea was in the same situation with his assistants were asking him what sort of clothes he wanted. So he pointed to a puffy jacket with a curvy pattern on it.“You should wear grey underneath as well,” said the brunette.“As long as it’s soft.”She fetched a slightly darker grey, more of a flint colour, which made a nice contrast with the dove grey jacket.By now he was also sitting on a chair and also didn't mind taking his shirt off in front of the assistants.There was so much giggling and admiring going on all over the shop, that the manager came out of his office to see what was happening.“Ladies!” he boomed. “What are you doing to our esteemed guests?”The two riders hurriedly put their clothes back on to look dignified, but they were also chuckling.“We are honoured to have two such talented sportsmen in our humble department,” said the manager grandly. “We should take some photos of you to mark the occasion.”Maverick and Enea stood up and posed near what looked like a huge radiator with fluorescent lights along it.“So you got your red things,” said Enea with a wink.“Yes I like them.” The Spaniard posed, with the hood of his gilet fluffing round his neck. The textured cherry red polo neck jumper also looked a bit fluffy. “And you got away from red?”“I sure did, grey is like the furthest colour from red.” Enea stood in a casual way, hands in his pockets, both riders admiring themselves in the huge mirror opposite.***They did a lot of different poses including glaring threateningly, smiling cutely, standing like bodybuilders with arms flexed, dancing, even a romantic pose looking starstruck at each other They were getting more and more silly as time passed and the assistants giggled more.“You look like you're getting married,” tittered the blonde.“Yes, Maverick’s my trophy husband,” said Enea.Everyone in the room was almost out of breath with laughing now.“Excuse me,” said Maverick. “I think you are my trophy husband, you’re younger than me.” He tried to frown at his teammate but couldn’t suppress a smile.“Or you’re my sugar daddy?” Enea fluttered his eyelashes at him.Still chuckling, the four assistants exclaimed:“Aww how sweet.”“You both look gorgeous.”“Can we come to the wedding?”“Enjoy your new clothes!”The manager arrived again. “Herr Viñales and Herr Bastianini, please allow me to give you these clothes as gifts, complementary presents as we are great fans of yours.” He bowed, then clicked his fingers at the assistants, who ran around fetching bags to put the clothes in, plus a number of other gifts. Maverick and Enea stood gazing at the whirl of activity around them.“Mack,” said Enea suddenly. “We’ve got to beat them this year, haven’t we?”“You mean Ducati and Aprilia?”“Yeah.”“For sure. They discarded us, so we should work together and show ‘em we don’t need ‘em.”“Especially as you’re my trophy husband.” Enea smirked.“It’s the other way round, I think you’ll find.” Maverick tried to look annoyed but couldn’t help smiling back.The assistants gave the riders their bags of clothes and other gifts, and waved them goodbye as they left the shop, still arguing about who was the trophy husband of whom.
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“I'm so paranoid about other people finding out and invading our privacy,” said Dani as he changed his baby’s nappy.“You’re altogether too paranoid,” said Jorge, passing him the wipes. “If people find out we adopted a baby, let them talk.”“I'm not worried about us, but what about her?” He smiled at his new little daughter as she cooed and gazed back at him.“We have lots of friends and family who can protect her, don’t worry.”Dani finished the nappy and handed the baby to Jorge, who held her in his arms while gazing adoringly at her. “You’ve changed, cariño, you used to be the paranoid one.”Jorge didn’t hear, he was too busy trying to get their daughter to hold one of his fingers.“Hey! Jorge. Listen.” Dani smirked. “What did I say?” He wiped the changing mat and then washed his hands.“Sorry, what?”“I said: you used to be the paranoid one, what happened?”“I dunno…I just think: we did it. We’ve got a baby now, I don’t care about anything else.” He smiled happily. “All I ever wanted was my own family and now I've got one.”“It’s had the opposite effect on me, I just worry about everything that can go wrong in the world, with her, with us.” Dani wrung his hands.“Well I have the answer.” Jorge beckoned with his head towards the lounge, and walked off carrying their baby, so Dani had to follow. When they got there, he headed to the softest, comfiest sofa. “Find a YouTube video of a fire burning in the hearth.”So Dani did, and the three of them cuddled up in front of the mock fire. “How are you so calm, Jorge?”“I'm not, inside. I'm a mess. But when I look at her, nothing else matters.” He beamed, and looked so relaxed, that Dani felt the same. He snuggled further against Jorge and their baby, who was now snoozing, and the two happy riders quickly dozed off too, safe and warm in their family home, away from the cold winter weather.
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“Our plan with my bike worked,” said Joan as he cuddled up to Luca in bed that night, safely in a room in the best hotel in Buriram.“It did, didn't it.” Luca stroked the dark hair tickling his nose."People think, oh, a Honda, no wonder it broke down.""Little do they know that we did some alterations to it."Joan giggled into Luca’s shoulder. “Yes, I got to cuddle you in public, and we rode on the same bike, and nobody knows about our relationship.”Luca didn't have the heart to tell him though: everybody knew about their relationship. It was obvious from the way they gazed adoringly at each other at every opportunity, and the flirty videos they made for their team.
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“How do I look then?” asked Celestino, posing in his beanie hat and false beard as he sat with Alex in the secluded corner of the restaurant for a late Valentine’s Day lunch. All the tables were separated by trellises with plants growing up then.“Gorgeous, of course,” said Alex, adjusting his baseball cap and moustache.“Ooh, so do you, doll face.”They giggled.“I could get to like you with long blond hair.” Cele was smirking, his eyes twinkling with joy.“I hope not, I like my hair as it is.”They giggled even more, but tried not to disturb the other diners.“Think anyone recognised us when we came in?”“Dunno. If the waiter did, he didn’t say anything.” Alex stroked his false moustache, he was getting used to having one. “Think I should grow a real one of these?”“No, please don’t, pumpkin. I don’t want to kiss a moustache and they must make it hard to eat anything.”“Eat anything?” Alex waggled his eyebrows. “What would I be eating?”“Oh you know…sausages…cucumbers…bananas…things like that.” Cele snorted loudly with laughter, then covered his mouth as nearby customers tutted.“So how about your beard?” Alex smirked. “Does it make eating hard?” He jumped as he suddenly felt a foot caressing his groin.“Just checking,” said Cele airily, pretending to look at the ceiling.“Checking what?” Alex put on his best innocent expression.“Checking that you’ve got your napkin on your lap, like a good boy.” Cele’s innocent expression was even better than Alex’s. “I wasn’t checking what was hard, honest.”The older rider almost choked trying to suppress his laughter. “You didn’t answer my question about the beard,” he eventually managed to say.“Yes, all the food keeps getting in it.” Cele peered down at his chin, looking so cute that Alex grinned.They continue enjoying their meal at their quiet table. The first course was ciabatta, and Cele kept loading on the toppings of tomatoes, garlic and basil and feeding Alex with the piled-high bread.“You spoil me,” said the older rider when he could speak after eating.“Ah well you deserve it, cupcake. You're in my country and I want to show you the best of Italy. You can show me the best of Spain when we’re there.”Alex felt sure his eyes must have turned into hearts as he gazed at Cele. “Here, you have some.” He stacked the toppings on the ciabatta and fed his beloved, who made such a loud “Mmm…” noise that some of the other guests turned to look.“Shh,” whispered Alex, unable to stop smiling.The next course was chicken baked with pancetta in a rich gorgonzola and spinach sauce.“This is called Pollo Casanova,” announced Cele, waggling his eyebrows at Alex. “It's an aphrodisiac, love bunny.”“No it isn't. I know what are aphrodisiacs and it's not this. Even though it's delicious,” he added quickly.“Oh damn, I thought I'd fooled you there, and you’d be overcome with uncontrollable lust.” He grinned.“What makes you think I'm not?” Alex twirled his moustache like a movie villain and eyed him up and down suggestively.Cele giggled and blushed cutely, then the two riders gazed into each other's eyes and fed each other little pieces of the chicken and pancetta dipped in sauce.***“This table is big enough.” A familiar voice interrupted their reverie, and they froze.Alex could see the door of the restaurant because he was facing that way, so clutched at Cele’s hand. “I can’t believe this,” he whispered, eyes wide.“What’s wrong?”“It's your friends, don't look round.”But of course Cele did turn to see, while Alex pulled his cap down over his forehead.Valentino Rossi was leading the rest of the VR46 boys into the restaurant for lunch, saying, “this is perfect for my birthday meal.”“What are we going to do?” hissed Alex. “If he sees us together, he's going to start the whole thing up again with Marc, he’ll accuse me of seducing you, abusing you, trying to take you away from him. I don't want that, I’ve had enough of this stupid argument.”“I am an adult, they can't say you're seducing or abusing me. I'm twenty three for god’s sake.”“But if this hurts Marc yet again, I'll—I'll—I don’t know what I'll do…We need to get out of here without them seeing us.”“Whatever you want, cherry pie.” Cele squeezed his hand.Even though Alex was worried about the shitstorm that would ensue if Valentino found him having a romantic meal with one of his VR46 students, he couldn't help smiling besottedly at his nickname- obsessed boyfriend.***They quietly ate their desert of homemade gelata in three different flavours—al Limone, alla fragola and cioccolato—and they couldn't resist feeding each other and giggling quietly, hidden in their little alcove by the climbing plants on the trellis. Of course the creamy gelato went all over their fake beard and moustache, and they spent half the time wiping each other’s faces with their napkins.However, the VR46 group had only just begun their antipasti dishes, and they were mainly talking instead of eating.“We don't want to be stuck here forever,” said Alex. “We have to move.”“Okay.” Cele pulled his hat down and fluffed his fake beard. “We'll see if there's a back way out. There must be a fire exit or something.”So they stood up slowly and quietly and ambled towards the sign saying Il Bagno, which was the most likely corridor to lead to the outside.“Toilets have windows, we could climb out,” whispered Cele. “We're both thin enough.”Alex eyed his boyfriend’s slender, muscly body, which was one of the reasons he’d fancied him in the first place, because he liked that type of build.“Jellybean, you're going all vacant.”“Oh sorry, I was just thinking—er—well—never mind.”They headed towards Il Bagno, but before they got there they heard Italian voices.“We won't be a minute!” they shouted, sounding a bit tipsy already. “Don’t eat all our food!”Alex grabbed desperately at the nearest door handle and luckily it opened, so he pulled Cele inside to find they were in a nearly pitch black cupboard full of shelves containing cleaning supplies, spare tablecloths and napkins, dishes, cutlery and so on.They shuffled as far as they could into the room and clung to each other, half excited and half scared, their lanky bodies pressed chest to chest, hip to hip. The Italian voices shouted drunkenly outside. One of them was definitely Bez, another was Valentino and the third might be Diggia, who often went round with VR46 now as he was in their team.Then another voice said, “guys, let’s go and sit on the balcony, it’s a lovely view and not too cold outside.”The others murmured agreement and at last the voices passed by.“We should leave while we have the chance,” said Alex.“No, let’s take advantage of where we are, mi amore.” They were still holding each other close and Cele ripped off his false beard. So Alex removed his fake moustache, and when free of those annoying things, they started kissing. At first frantically with tongues tangling, and then more languidly, just enjoying feeling each other’s hot bodies and mouths without the distraction of seeing, they just enjoyed the physical sensations. When they paused for a minute, Cele threw his beanie hat away and more carefully took off Alex’s cap.“That’s better, those were in the way.” He sounded so happy and mellow, and Alex cuddled him even more tightly.They carried on kissing, then were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Clutching each other, they kept silent, but then a voice said, “Celestino, I know you’re in there, let me in.”***“It’s Pecco,” whispered Cele right in Alex’s ear, the hot breath making the hairs on his neck stand up.“Okay.”Cele sidled away from Alex and opened the door, starting to say, “what do you want?”But Pecco stepped quickly inside and shut the door again. Taken by surprise, Cele pushed Alex behind him, trying to hide him with his body.“It’s alright. I know who you’re with, Cele,” said Pecco. “I saw you when we came in, even though you were wearing silly disguises. It’s a huge risk to take.”“I'm not giving him up.” Cele stood to his full height.“I don’t mean that. I've moved Vale and the others out on the balcony now. So you’ve got one hour, or one hour and a half, before we leave and he might see you. If I were you I’d get out of here pronto.”“Thanks Pecco,” said Alex, he was cuddling Cele from behind and put his head on the Italian’s shoulder. “Much appreciated.”“Yeah, thanks,” added Cele, “for not telling the others. At least you better not tell them.” He sounded quite threatening.“Of course I won’t. You’re not a baby, you can see who you like. Now I must go or they’ll be suspicious.” He slipped out of the cupboard.Alex was just about to speak when Cele pushed him against the shelves. He gasped, a bit winded. “Aren’t we leaving?”“No, I’ve got a better idea.” He sounded like he was smiling, and stroked Alex’s thigh, near the bulge at the front.Alex made a noise of half protest, half pleasure.“We both like danger, don’t we, studmuffin? We aren’t afraid of Valentino Rossi, or anyone, walking in on us.” Cele pushed his whole body against Alex, and they began kissing again, pressing tightly together, groin to groin. Cele began unfastening Alex’s jeans.