"I wish you would write a fic where" a twenty-ish uccio gives vale road head/a handy because they're driving to a commercial photoshoot for some cereal brand or something and vale can't show up with morning wood.
how i would write the scene / what notes i would hit
they are in one of vale's expensive cars. the car is on. idling. low to the ground. uccio sitting in the passenger seat smoking. [picture this.] waiting for vale.
valentino, antsy. in my head, they are going to a media appearance. he is feeling regret over committing to it. overexposure. not hitting the right disinterested tone. wants to bail. he's in the driver's seat jittering. if they leave now they'll be on time. which makes him feel aggravated desperate, bad
this turns uccio on
because that's when he does what he does with vale. when vale needs him to help him re-set
makes him get horny in the same way wooden outdoor showers and valentino's father's back patio make him horny. getting half hard while he drops his cigarette out the window
the interaction itself - businesslike, intimate. uccio pressing it. "come on," like emphatic hospitality
vale, not saying anything, still taut. tips his hips up to let uccio in his pants
uccio, hard the entire time.
vale coming, desperately, arching up. breathing hard after
the most important thing is that now they're going to be late
In Italy, newborn lambs that can't make the long journey from high pastures to the plains are carefully transported in special saddles on donkey and mule nannies. These nanny animals help the lambs navigate tough terrain, ensuring their safety.
im still replaying this video of pecco getting up on his toes and i think he should be shoved on the floor comma sexually BUT yes i can do gentle pecco/luca imagines :,) This is set really early in kinky fridays.
Pecco shows up one humid night with a strange sound at his heels. When Luca opens the apartment door, the strange sound turns out to be the nervous scratching feet of Pecco's small dog. It stares up at them. Luca feels like the single mother's boyfriend who forgets about the baby: Luca's life come full-circle.
Pecco says, "Is it okay? He kept crying."
He must have come from home. Luca can't tell if he's been drinking or not, but it's safer to assume yes.
"It's okay," Luca says to the dog's sad eyes, liquid and barely visible in the dark. "Hi, Turbo."
Turbo ignores him and only comes in when Pecco gently nudges him, reassuring twice that he can go past the front door. Yeah, that's about what Luca would have done too if he were the tagalong baby.
The last two weeks were a double-header weekend and it's the first Friday night at home in three weeks. This is why Luca was for once pretty sure Pecco was coming, and why he maybe should have remembered the dog, who has also been ignored for two weeks even counting Uccio's cousin the dogsitter.
“Does he need to go for a walk?” Luca asks. He never turns the hall light on when Pecco comes over so he doesn’t now, even though they are having a normal conversation instead of sex. Luca wonders how long he can keep that going, his palms sweating. Pecco doesn't come over to chat like a friend.
The only light is from the glass doors to the small balcony, reflecting faint and blue from the living room and down the hall.
“A short one,” Pecco admits. His voice is strained. “I can do that later. I need—” he’s stepping closer, into Luca’s space in the dark. The leash clinks. Pecco is up against him, body-hot in a polo and shorts. He’s shaking but Luca thinks it’s only because he’s so impossibly tense, wound tight.
Luca grabs the back of his neck with one and and his crotch with the other. Pecco lets him and groans open-mouthed against Luca’s shoulder.
The leash jingles. Pecco is hard in his shorts under Luca’s hand. Luca squeezes, mean enough to make him relax and listen.
“You’ll get it,” Luca says to the dark next to Pecco’s pale ear. “Take him out now. I’ll come with.”
Pecco swallows twice. Luca thinks that if he takes it as a rejection and never comes back, that will really show Luca’s childhood baggage how useful it is.
But Pecco says, voice still stilted, “Okay.” His shoulders are jagged when Luca opens the door again and grabs his key, but on the landing he picks up his sleepy dog to carry him down the two flights of stairs.
*
They walk to the beach; there is not much else to walk to in Pesaro. Some of the bars are still going but far out the sand is open and clear and the night is black across the Adriatic. The wind is humid but brisk. The sea is like a roaring void.
Turbo is not as nervous as Luca thought he would be. He’s ranging at the end of his leash and Pecco is sticking close, elbow brushing Luca, until Luca puts a hand at the small of his back and then he stumbles closer. Pecco gets touched a lot by all their friends and colleagues so whatever skin-hunger this is, it’s not the type that friends can solve. Luca is trying not to think about whether it’s the type girls can solve; there’s a bad answer there, and a worse one.
But Luca always knew somewhere, didn’t he? That Luca was not soley a rock for Pecco to wreck himself on, aware that Luca didn't have it in him to say no and mean it. That maybe underneath it all this was Pecco trying to claw his way out of a pit, out of the void, the great big blackness that lives over the sea-- and touch someone. A man.
Turbo got his leash tangled around Pecco’s feet and Pecco swore and stopped and stooped down to untangle it. Luca is vaguely trying to figure out exactly where Turbo is when there is a soft despairing moan. Pecco had tipped onto his knees, face against Luca’s crotch. Luca looks around for Pecco’s sake, but no one is anywhere near them but the little dog, snuffling somewhere, low belly slithering on the loose sand.
Pecco’s mouth opens and his tongue presses against Luca’s mostly-flaccid cock through his sweats.
Luca cups Pecco’s face with something like panic. His hand is steady. He says, “I’ll take care of you at home.” In the front hall, where it’s close and safe.
Pecco nods, not happy but willing. Luca lets out a breath and looks at the haze of salt spray creeping in off the sea. He will have to pour water for the little dog, he thinks, once they get back.
18. do you like historical books? which time period?
I wouldn't say I seek out historical fiction books where like the fact that it is historical is the main draw but i do love reading fiction set in places and time periods i know less about. like recently-ish I have read books set in.... early 80s Botswana, 50s Naples, late 19th c Colombia, Korea late 19th c thru present.... all where the time period and setting were very vivid and distinctive parts of the storytelling. i don't usually pick out genre fiction that's like the main point of this story is it's set in the 1700s BECAUSE. sorry to say but why is it that when a book falls into a marketable GENRE publishers are like "it doesn't matter if this book is good or not. it only needs to be 1/10th as well written as any other published novel." but if anyone has GOOD well researched historical fiction where the book is saying something other than the historical setting then let me know I will read for sure.
19. most disliked popular books?
I thought about this for a while. i can't think of a most-disliked. but i have a hot take after looking at my read books over the past 2 years. i think i posted abt this on main before but i read a bunch of joan didion last year and i thought i was really going to like it. i know tumblr loves to reblog didion quotes about using the best china dishes because today is all there is. and she is a very good WRITER like at the craft level it was enjoyable and educational to read. but i have to say that my main takeaway was that the essayist is pretty ... like cynical and vaguely reactionary. which wasn't that enjoyable to me to read on the substantive level.... i don't really have my essay about this ironed out but I just grew weary of the skepticism but i think particularly the skepticism combined with level of craft seemed unpleasantly incongruous like you are composing written art as though you want to inspire but your words are saying give up it's over ... for some reason that made me feel defensive and i cast it away. after reading 4 books. lol. not sure if this is an underdeveloped take. i would love to understand more about why i think this. lol.
[arriving late to comment on recent events] not that i'm happy about it but i did recently (6/4/26) speculate/wonder in my own rambling tags over the apparent distance between the bez that publically crashed out over his stupid tattoo cult friendship break during a significant post race interview last year [which at the time i described as setbacks in his personal growth arc] and the one this year who as of before this weekend seemed pretty more even keeled and serious. i said "#or do we think he's still in chaos and just hasn't had the opportunity or cause to be interpersonally sensitive lately". again i'm not happy about it but it's a silver lining to me to know that my characterization. was accurate lol. as we know that's really the important thing here. in my rpf house of narratives and characterizations
ok so the thing is. pecco has actually arguably never won a championship in a year where luca was not on the same bike as him. and has similarly never lost a championship where luca was on the same bike....
