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Troubled sleep bezsava, 6k words
When they get to the airport late because they both chose to stay behind and celebrate on Monday as well, Sava and Bez are horrified by the writing on all flights. Big red letters, “CANCELLED”.
They get to the info desk at the Birmingham Airport, and the lady sitting there informs them in a heavy accented italian that all flights are cancelled due to a weather alert, apparently a big storm is coming and it’s not safe to fly anywhere.
“Where can we stay while we wait for the next flight?” “We offer a hotel completely free of charge, here’s the address and this is the sheet to fill out to get a room, go there fast because I don’t think there’s many rooms left and they could therefore send you to another Hotel further from here”
Bez is not speaking, he had organised his comeback carefully, Rubik has been missing him and he’s been missing Rubik, and he promised Laura they’d go to that new club together and now she’ll have to go alone.
“When will the next flight be?” “Uhm, next flight to Bologna is going to be on Thursday” “Two days?” “Yeah sorry, this airport doesn’t have lots of flights, there’s one on Wednesday to Paris, you’d have to stay there eight hours before a connection flight can take you to Roma tho, and from there you would have to take the train”
Sava turns towards Bez, who looks defeated.
“Bez” “Mh?” “What do you want to do? Wait until Thursday and directly get to Bolo or Wednesday but we go to Paris then Rome then home?” “I uhm…I’d say Bologna, I mean waiting that much for the connection we’d get home on Thursday anyway, I’d rather get home well rested”
Sava nods, he’d rather that as well, but Thursday is a very long time, and yeah they’re friendly, very friendly, but sharing that much time off race schedule is not something Sava mentally prepared himself for.
Before actually knowing Bez, Sava would've told you that he’s a nice guy, always smiling and very chatty, open about his interests and a top notch dog lover.
But now, he’d tell you how Bez’s smile makes his small varicella scar on his cheek more evident, how his teeth are so cute with that little diastema he’s got. He’d tell you how he tips his head back when he laughs and how even now that he cut his hair short the curls bounce a bit when he walks.
Sava would tell you how he slowly fell for Bez and didn’t seem to find a way out of it, just falling faster and deeper for a man who’s overly touchy and friendly with everyone, making their interactions not special, just regular Bez being very affectionate.
Sava reserves the seats for Thursday’s flight and asks for the Hotel address, which he scribbles down on a piece of paper and then proceeds to type on his Maps app.
Bez starts following with his suitcase behind him, one of the wheels a bit crooked from the many travels it endured.
“Bez, everything fine? You look a bit like shit” “Yeah but, I had things to do at home, Rubik misses me and I really wanted to spend some time with my family after my win and now I’m stuck in nowhere” “Yeah I get it, but maybe we can look up clubs in the area, no? You looked like you enjoyed partying the past few days”
Bez had flirted with an unholy amount of girls at the clubs, he even went into the bathroom with one of them and got out looking really satisfied, earning the girl hatred from Sava, who looked at her as if she had just killed a puppy.
“We’ll see, I’m a bit tired now. Can we go to the hotel so we can get our rooms?” “Yeah yeah”
Once they get there, they realize just how many people are waiting for a room, and they try and hope there’ll be something so they don’t have to go God knows where for three days. Bez lets Sava speak, looking around, noticing how a few people point at him, and one little kid walks closer than the others.
He looks scared, almost like he’s doing something he isn’t supposed to do like eating candies after ten and upsetting his mom.
“Bez can I take a picture with you?” “Yes of course”
The man Bez supposes to be the father of the boy snaps the pic and Bez puts on a smile despite not being in top form. Sava calls for him and Bez politely excuses himself to reach his teammate, who’s making a face Bez doesn’t quite understand.
“There’s only a few rooms left, and they all got a queen size bed, they have no rooms with two single beds” “Oh. Well I mean I’m ok with sleeping on the couch if it makes you more comfortable” “No no I’ll sleep there, I mean you won no? Just I don’t know if it bothers you sharing a room”
Bez shakes his head, even though internally he’s screaming at the top of his lungs. He hasn’t jerked off since Thursday, cause despite all his jokes, he found out that if he does anything sexual before the race he’ll underperform severely, and despite receiving head from that girl at the club it wasn’t the best he’s had in a while. On top of that, his brain has been hunted by someone for months now.
Since April, there’s been a constant presence in his mind leading his fantasies and jerk off sessions, when he fucked or got fucked he imagined that person in bed instead of whoever he ended up with.
And he’s about to share a room with said person for three days.
“Uhm sir the three rooms still available aren’t equipped with a couch”
A room and a bed. Amazing. He’ll die.
“Bez?” “If you’re ok with it I mean I’ve got no problems sharing” “We’ll take it” “Ok, room number 405, fourth floor immediately on the left once you get out the elevator”
They both get their suitcases and go to the elevator, Bez almost dozing off there, he severely underestimated his need for sleep in the past few days he spent drinking and partying. He shoots a text to his family group chat warning he will come home on Thursday, asking to take care of Rubik. He also texts his friends explaining the situation and then sends a text to Cele.
“Bro” “Yeah” “I’m stuck in Birmingham until Thursday with Sava”
Cele sends a sticker of two turtles fucking in the forest.
“You’re not funny Cele I am going to die” “Is he that big?” “You’re being an asshole. He doesn’t like me like that and he’s straight” “Ok then I’m straight too”
They get out the elevator and into the room, Bez deep into his chat with Cele freaking out not hearing what Sava says. He feels a hand touch his shoulders and jumps, his phone falling to the ground luckily not breaking.
“Sorry, you weren’t listening, I was asking if you want to go into the shower first or if I can use it” “Oh. Yeah I’d like a shower right now” “Ok then, I’ll order some food in the meantime, is Poke ok?” “Yes”
Bez doesn’t like Poke, but Sava seemed happy with it so he decides to go along with it, he tells Cele and Cele calls him a sottone.Bez tells him to fuck off and then gets into the bathroom, locking the door and stripping of his clothes, getting in the shower hoping cold water will help him be more reasonable.
It doesn’t, because he starts thinking how it’d be to shower with Sava, how Sava’s big hands would feel massaging his scalp as he washes his hair, how they’d feel against his body, on his hips, around his neck.
And he’s hard. Fuck. He just hopes the water hitting the shower glass will be loud enough to cover his moans. He starts jerking off quickly, he wants it to be over fast, so he can eat and sleep and pretend everything’s fine despite it being really not fine.
He hasn’t yet seen Sava naked or with his briefs, but everything about Sava is big, bigger than Bez, so he bets his dick must be big as well, he wants to find out exactly how big it is. Fuck just thinking about Sava undressing gets him needy, the thought od getting touched is enough to have his dick spurt out precum, and after a few minutes the final stroke is the mental image of Sava sucking him off, cause now that’d get Bez so so weak.
He comes all over his hand biting his lip and washes, starting to soap his body and hair, his products are almost finished and he really can’t go without them, not even now that he’s got a mullet.
He rinses and gets out the shower, drying his hair with a towel and wrapping a bigger one around his waist, getting out of the bathroom and bumping into Sava who was probably trying to check on him given the time he spent in there.
“Oh sorry, thought you slipped, I’ll go then, food is going to be here in fifteen” “Mh”
Sava feels a bit bad if he has to be honest with himself, because the Bez he came to know isn’t like this, he’s very solar and friendly and smiley, but right now he seems off. Maybe he got it all wrong, maybe bez is like that just to keep up appearances, and otherwise he’s very cold and detached, maybe he’s going through something Sava doesn’t know
Or maybe, and he hopes it’s not the case, maybe he’s the problem. If Bez was here with anyone else he’d probably be happier, if he was here with one of the academy guys Bez would probably be jumping on the bed and laughing.
The thought is hurtful, but it takes up space in his brain, and it sucks. The guy he likes and that doesn’t like him back is only treating him well for PR needs, not because he actually thinks he’s funny. It’s a possibility, one he should’ve considered before, but in his defence he never thought Bez could despise someone that didn’t do anything to him.
Once he’s done with the shower he hears a knock on the bathroom door and opens it wearing just boxers, meeting Bez’s eyes which he swears ran over his body before steading on his face.
“The food is here, do you uhm, mind if we eat on the bed? I’m like - seriously tired” “No it’s fine, let me put on shorts and then I’ll be there”
So sava isn’t going to wear a shirt. Yeah. Ok. Toooooootally fine. Bez is not going to freak out. Because he’s capable of controlling himself. Yes.
He isn’t, it’s clear pretty soon he isn’t. He keeps casting glances to Sava’s abs, and at one point he chokes on the salmon and Sava has to pat his back to make sure he’s fine. Bez is now sure he’s autocombusting.
They finish eating and Sava proposes they watch a movie on his computer, but Bez knows how clingy he gets during movies nights, and he doesn’t want to bother his roommate more than he probably already did, so he declines, yawning and telling Sava he’ll sleep and he can do whatever, given he’s a very heavy sleeper.
Sava just nods, and Bez curls up on the side of the bed he chose to take, ten minutes later, Sava is sure Bez is sleeping. He puts on a series he began watching a few months ago, and after like five episodes he understands he’s not going to sleep tonight. He does take what the doctor gives him against insomnia, he swears he does, but sometimes they just don’t work.
He stays there, staring outside the window, then up at the ceiling and then, very stupidly, to his side to Bez. Bez who has moved and has gradually reduced the space between them, Bez who’s now very close to him, still curled up and with his pretty lips parted slightly.
He looks so pretty, Sava thinks, like a painting, his curls look like they’ve been painted by the brush of a eighteenth century artist, his little nose looks perfect from any angle you watch it from, and the small varicella scars on his face make Sava understand the meaning of “loving imperfections”, even if he wouldn't consider them imperfections, just unique things Bez has.
When Bez shifts closer, shivering a little, Sava understands he’s feeling cold, so he lets the younger rider curl up directly against him, and starts praying to all the gods in the sky to please let him be normal about Bez hugging his thigh with both legs.
He manages to be normal for a while, meaning ten minutes, because at one point, when he’s choosing between watching yet another episode of his series or watching a movie, he feels Bez moving and murmuring something. He turns around and sees Bez is sweating a bit, lips parted more than before, soft sounds coming from him.
He must be dreaming
And it’s clear pretty soon what kind of dream his teammate is having. Sava realises it when Bez starts grinding on his leg and a whimper leaves Bez’s mouth.
Oh.Oh fuck.
Bez is having a wet dream right beside him, he’s grinding on his leg and he’s going to cum there as well. Sava needs a way out, but he can’t move, Bez is right up against him, and moving would mean waking him up, and he doesn’t want him to wake up, because he’s listening to sounds he only imagined late at night, Bez soft moans and whimpers, and seeing things he only dreamt of, Bez sweaty from sex, his brows furrowed as he gets closer, the wet patch in his pants.
Fuck shit he’s getting hard and can’t move, Bez just moaned louder, and Sava can feel Bez’s dick twitch against his thigh, the wet patch now on his shorts as well, expanding, holy fucking hell why him why now.
Then something grows inside his head, something he’d label as sick if he wasn’t so turned on. He flexes his thigh, and Bez whimpers, faintly says something. Is he saying a name?
He does it again, and each time the wet spot on his thigh grows, Bez gets slightly louder, his moans more frequent, his grinding harsher. Fuck is this ok to do? Probably not. Shit Bez will probably hate him for this, because he’s fairly sure he’s dreaming about fucking some grid girl and Sava is there flexing his thigh so Bez can have his release.
Bez says something, and now Sava is sure it’s a name, who is he dreaming about? He wants to know, jealousy takes over him, who the fuck is in Bez’s mind right now? Who’s making him so horny he has a wet dream and humps his leg?
He has to know, before Bez cums, which he’s sure won’t be a long wait, he has to know. He wants to know who to be jealous of.
“Fuck…more”
Sava is delirious with the need to fuck this man, but he can’t he has to keep himself in check, jerking off is most definitely not an option right now, he’ll have to wait for Bez to finish his dream and then move, otherwise who knows when he’ll hear these sounds again?
“...va”
Sava shifts his head a bit closer to Bez’s mouth, just a bit, to understand who this dream is about.
“More, Sava please more”
Cold.
Sava’s blood runs cold like ice, his whole body stiffens, his eyes try to find something to stare at, his heart is pumping an insane amount of blood to his cock, like in a “I’ve never been more turned on in my life” kind of way.
Because it’s true. Bez is humping his leg while having a wet dream. And the dream is about him. Sava is going to die here and now, dissolve and ascend to heaven.
He doesn’t even realise Bez came, he gets it once he feels his teammates legs let go of his thigh, he gets it once the wet patch becomes sticky and Bez doesn’t moan anymore, just pants heavily in his sleep.
Sava stares at the ceiling, operating a mental countdown to then he can get up and jo have the handjob of his life in the bathroom, when suddenly, he hears a sound again, Bez moving, Bez fucking waking up.
“Shi - oh God. Sava I - fuck I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened I’m really mortified sorry shit lemme grab a tissue I - fuck I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t kill me please I was - sorry”
Sava watches Bez as he scrambles for a tissue, he wants to clean my shorts he thinks, take away the one thing Sava just vowed to never touch.
So when Bez tries to get up, Sava pins him down on the mattress, legs on each side of Bez’s body, holding his hands down with his own, making Bez go completely red. They’re both panting, allthought for two different reasons, and Sava is really fucking hard, Bez makes a mistake and sees it, the bulge, and his eyes widen.
“You…humped my leg, had a wet dream Bez” “I’m really sorry Sava I swear I didn’t mean to, sorry I’ll - I’ll sleep on the floor, wherever, in the bathtub if it makes you feel better”
Sava half laughs, watching how Bez’s Adam’s Apple moves as the younger gulps down his saliva. Sava is most definitely visualising it as something else entirely.
“You said something” “I’m sorry” “Said my name”
Bez goes completely red, he looks like a tomato, his eyes are scared, like the rest of him, completely tense under Sava, terrified, shocked. Sava doesn’t seem anywhere near to letting him go, he’s holding down his wrists tighter than before.
“I’m-” “Say it again, fuck say it again because if you don’t I’ll go crazy”
Bez can hear his heart picking up the pace, pumping more, he can feel his dick getting hard again uncomfortably, trapped in cum-stained boxers and shorts. Sava is not angry, he doesn’t look angry, his wide blown pupils are not angry, and the bulge he saw before is not an indicator of anger.
“Bez please say it again”
Sava leans in, leaving a kiss on Bez’s collarbone, where the sweat is still fresh, making his way up to Bez’s neck, humming against the flesh there, grazing his teeth against Bez’s throat.
“Fuck - Sava”
Sava bites down on Bez’s neck, gaining a surprised and choked moan from the latter, and a shot of adrenaline for the older. He’s got him, he’s got Bez.
“I felt you humping my leg and thought fuck I’m going to die, then I heard you talk and heard a name and got so jealous just to discover you were dreaming about me” “Sava please” “Tell me about your dream, what got you so horny you had to hump my leg while sleeping?”
Bez moans, Sava licks his neck and bites it once again, making him completely stupid. Bez can feel Sava’s bulge against his knee, his hot breath on his neck and it’s so so much.
“You, I thought about you, after the race, all fuck sweaty and panting and I wanted that to be you after you fucked me and I thought about ah your hands, on me, all over me, you were teasing me, and opening me up, and then you choked me and ah then you fucked me and it was so good but I wanted more, again, and then I came and woke up and - you, were there”
Sava lifts up from Bez’s neck, looking at him directly into his brown eyes,a puddle of lust now, begging for anything, and Sava is more than ready to give it to him. So he starts taking off his shorts, he can feel the wet patch slide down his thigh and once he throws them, it makes a sound when it touches the floor.
Then he’s lifting Bez’s shirt up, eyes fixating on the metal bar adorning Bez’s left nipple, and Bez notices, teasing it slightly and whining just to have Sava water at the mouth. Once the shirt has met Sava’s shorts on the ground, it’s the turn of Bez’s shorts that come off incredibly quick, as Sava takes them off and throws them away as finally Bez kisses him, for real, smashing their lips together.
Bez kisses too avidly, he knows that, he’s been told he kisses like a teen, too much tongue and spit, but Sava seems to enjoy it, moaning in Bez’s mouth as soon as he has the possibility to do so.
Sava moves one of Bez’s hands to cup his dick, and Bez squeezes a bit. Yeah he’s big.
“Feel what you do to me? Every day I spend with you fuck, I can’t go one day without ending up like this, jerking off in my shower and my bed thinking of how many times I could make you cum, thinking of all the ways I could ruin you, you’re always in my mind Bez, I can’t wait to show you just what I want to do to you”
Bez moans, and starts palming Sava’s cock, moving his hand to tease him and bucking up his hips desperately looking for friction, hoping Sava will be nice enough to return the favour and touch him.
They keep making out, Sava leaving hickeys on Bez’s neck from time to time, and before they know it, they’re completely naked on top of each other, breathing hard and sweating despite the temperature dropping.
“Are you going to fuck me or just fantasize about it?”
Sava moves away, looking for something in his backpack, and comes back to his position with lube and a few condoms, making Bez’s eyes sparkle as he opens his legs wider. Bez starts touching himself, stroking his dick, whining, looking at Sava with half lidded eyes as the other tries to keep calm.
“Lore come on”
Sava immediately coats his fingers with lube, spreading Bez’s legs further, teasing his hole and slowly pushing just one digit inside. It goes in pretty easily, and Sava thinks Bez must’ve taken care of himself in the shower earlier, but the fact is Bez got fucked the night before at the club, and if he plays his cards the right way he will get what he wants.
“Enjoyed yourself in the shower Bez?” “Yeah but I just jerked off, I’m still stretched from yesterday night, this guy was absolutely amazing you know?” “I’ll fucking ruin you” “Blah blah you’ve been saying it for a while now but I see no proofs”
Sava very quickly starts showing proofs by pushing two more fingers in, leaving Bez at a loss for words, clenching desperately around Sava’s digits and moaning as he feels them moving inside him.
Sava looks for Bez's prostate, but once he finds it, he purposefully ignores it, just scissoring his fingers, teasing, dragging it out longer than it needs to. Bez is squirming and whining, clearly frustrated by the fact Sava isn’t touching him there despite knowing perfectly where to aim.
Sava starts teasing Bez’s pierced nipple, playing with it using his tongue, listening to the sounds it forces out of Bez, and how easily the younger gets wet at the smallest contact with his nipple.
“Sensitive?” “Wanna know how much?” “Bet I can make you cum just by playing with these, but then you’d whine about not getting fucked, right?”
Bez bites his lip, Sava seems to know him even if they’ve never even remotely chatted about these things, maybe Sava can read minds, fuck Bez hopes this ability was developed after Silverstone celebrations cause dear God if the man ever read his mind in that moment he’d be dead by now.
Sava keeps playing with Bez’s nipple, while continuing to open him up with three fingers, pushing in deep. Bez moves his legs so he can wrap them around Sava’s hips, pulling him in teasingly, Sava reciprocating with a smirk, biting Bez’s neck and using his free hand to stroke Bez’s dick, just to tease, nothing that can tip him over the edge, yet.
Sava really wants to ruin him, and he knows he’s got until Thursday to do so, but he doesn’t want to waste a single second he can spend fucking and messing with Bez doing something else. When Bez gets a hand in his hair and pulls, Sava groans a bit, letting Bez move his head and bite at his neck.
“I want you to fuck me not play around, if you don’t hurry I’ll find someone, do you know how easy is it for me?” “Yeah? And you want them so much you have wet dreams about ‘em?” “Then fuck me”
Sava bites one last time at Bez’s collarbone and then pulls out his fingers. He was really tempted in pushing in a fourth, just for the fun of it, to see Bez’s brain get completely fucked like he intends to do to his body, but he ultimately chose to keep it for another time, maybe for tomorrow, who knows.
Bez pulls him in for a messy kiss, Bez’s hands running all over Sava’s chest, taking in every line of his body and if Bez is mapping it to commit it to his memory. Sava puts on the condom, lubing it up carefully, he wants this to go well, fuck he wants this to go perfectly.
When Sava pushes his dick in, he feels like he’s getting swallowed by Bez’s body, welcomed in as easy as that, one thrust, then he pulls out and slams back in, a whimper coming from Bez laying under him.
“Fast? Deep? How do you like it Marco?”
Bez’s dick actually twitches and spurts out precum when he hears his name being called, a little whine abandoning his lips and his mouth open as he pants.
“Tell me come on, don’t wanna keep me guessing right?” “Deep, I like it like that, if you can even fuck me like that” “You really want me to be harsh eh?” “I want to feel it, when I walk around tomorrow, I want to remember it when I get on the plane so yes I want you harsh”
Sava starts moving, slowly, very slowly at first, trying to find the right angle as Bez whimpers underneath him, desperate little whines as Sava purposely tries to drag this out as long as possible.
At one point, even he is only a man, and seeing Bez lying desperate on the bed begging for more is a scene one can’t resist to, so Sava gives in, thrusting in deep, grunting as he does, he’s not in fully, but it’s already enough to make Bez curse and moan.
Sava keeps going, not fast, he’ll think of it later, but deep, now fucking his full lenght in Bez’s hole, feeling it clench, trying to keep it there, as Bez’s legs tighten their hold around Sava’s waist and his hands grab one the sheets and the other Sava’s bicep, squeezing, forcing him down.
“Thought not everything about you was big Lore”
What a liar. Sava knows he’s lying, but he enjoys playing games, so he lets Bez speak.
“I was right, barely feel it” “Yeah? Then you won’t mind if I pull out and get this over with no?”
Bez loves this. He found someone that matches his energy in bed, the others, he could tease a bit, but if he asked Pecco to go harder he’d think he wasn’t doing a good job, Luca was too methodic and Cele too frantic, trying to do too many things at once.
Franky was good, but it’s not like he had much time with him, he shared more with Mig for sure, which was honestly the closest to Sava in behavior, surely not in size but hey, Sava is gigantic.
“You’d regret it, you wouldn’t find as good of a fuck with this act you got. And your hands? You’re boring at least put them to use”
“How does the prince wanna be treated? Get choked? Slapped? Have his wrists held? Tell me Marco come on”
Before Bez can answer, Sava starts moving again, fucking him more, rougher, messier almost, just to annoy Bez and purposefully avoiding his prostate once again, which makes Bez huff in frustration.
Sava then angles his cock as he should and with one thrust he hits the point Bez wanted to feel the most. Bez arches his back, a silent moan dying in his mouth as Sava pulls out and plays with Bez’s dick once more, not giving him anything to actually cum, just torture and pleasure.
“Bastard…just fuck me” “You haven’t told me what you want me to do with my hands Marco, once you do, I’ll give you want you want, you’re very eager and demanding for someone this desperate for cock”
Bez whines, he doesn’t know what he wants, he wants it all for god’s sake.
“You choose big boy, then I’ll see if it’s worth it”
Ok fine. Bez is playing the teasing game? Nice. Amazing. Now it’s Sava’s turn to. He’s pretty quick in getting Bez on all fours, squeezing his ass with both hands, leaving huge red handprints for a while. He wants them to be fucking permanent, Bez has lots of tattoos, he could get the shape of Sava’s hands inked as well no?
He starts fucking Bez pretty quickly, in and out at a mid pace, following Bez’s wish of going deep rather than fast. And Bez likes it a lot, clenching and moaning as the sound of skin slapping gets more and more indecent.
That’s when Sava gets his hand in Bez’s hair, and pulls. He pulls him back so that his chest and Bez’s back are one against the other, both can feel the little droplets of sweat running down their bodies, and both find it extremely arousing.
Sava keeps fucking Bez like that for a while, breathing hard in Bez’s ear, biting at his lobe, using the other hand to press down on his belly, making Bez go silent, break his voice, then moan as loud as possible, his sounds filling up every corner of the room. When Sava kisses Bez's neck, he realizes just how sensitive the other can get, given that such a small thing has him buck his hips forward and clench so tightly around his dick.
Then, Sava moves his hand from being tangled in messy curls to wrap around Bez’s neck, he can feel Bez’s heartbeat by pressing his palm against the vein, and Bez is just moaning at this point, eyes half closed, feeling full to the brim, Sava’s other hand still on his belly, pressing against it.
“Do you act like this with all your teammates Marco?” “Why? You jealous?” “Nah, I know my worth in the bedroom, and you seem to like it a lot”
Bez shivers, he’s getting tired, and he really shouldn’t be this loud, he needs to quieten down somehow, but as soon as he tries to put his hand over his mouth, Sava slaps it, his belly not covered anymore.
“Put it back put it back” “Ah you like it? Look how small you look when I place my hand there”
Bez moans, quieter this time, looking where Sava tells him to look, it’s true, Sava’s hand covers basically everything, and it’s amazing to see.
“You want to be quieter right? So that not everybody hears you being like this for me” “Yes yes” “I’ll help you Marco don’t worry, I’d never want Aprilia’s new hero to be upset”
Bez wants to reply, but as he opens his mouth to answer, Sava shoves two fingers inside it, pressing down on his tongue and restraining him from speaking.
“Finally you’re getting that loud mouth to use”
Sava doesn’t stop thrusting, his own legs threatening to give up, but he can’t not right now, not with Bez so close to an orgasm and so vulnerable in his hands. Jesus he should come with a warning, something like “Beware! Addictive!” because fuck they’ve never done anything remotely sexual before today and now Sava feels like without Bez he’ll never feel fully satisfied again.
Bez starts sucking on Sava’s fingers, moaning around them and wishing they were something else entirely. Fuck sucking Sava off must be amazing, he absolutely needs to do it, because if he doesn’t he’ll be left without an answer on how good he can make the other feel,, because to him, that’s way more important then receiving pleasure. It’s probably why he came more than once while giving head, both to guys and girls, he just felt good making the other feel good. And yeah, maybe grinding against the mattress tipped him over but that’s not the point.
He’s clearly close, barely able to register Sava’s movements now, he only knows his teammate is not better than him, the pace unstable and voice trembling.
“Fuck”
Sava moves his hand from pressing against Bez’s belly to jerk him off, fast and rough movements making Bez moan around Sava’s fingers desperately, his thighs giving up as he paints the mattress and Sava’s hand white with cum, the older removing his fingers from Bez’s mouth as he can’t keep his body up anymore, Sava thrusting a few more times before finally getting his orgasm, filling up the condom.
He doesn’t pull out immediately, both are panting as if they just finished a race under the scorching sun.
“Marco” “Yeah?”
Bez’s voice is flebile, shaky, almost breathless.
“Everything’s good?” “Yeah yeah just…gimme a minute” “I’ll get you some water”
Bez makes a half sound of approval, and Sava slowly pulls out, tying up the condom and tossing it into the bin next to the bed. He walks to the mini fridge and grabs some water, he’ll pay for it, who cares, now he has to make sure Bez isn’t dehydrated.
“Marco, drink come on” Bez turns his face to look at Sava, who’s now wearing a much different expression than man eh was while fucking him just minutes before. His eyes don’t miss anythings about Sava’s body, he didn’t have much time while they were fucking to admire it, considering the fact he mostly had his back to him or was too focused on being a brat.
He accepts the bottle of water and sits on the bed, gulping it down as if it was the first drop of water he had seen in days. He almost finishes the bottle, Sava takes it from him and puts it on the bedside table, looking around for some snacks to give Bez.
He doesn’t find much, except for an energy bar in his backpack, which Bez consumes without speaking. Now he fears he went overboard, and that by shutting Bez up the other didn’t have the possibility to tell him.
“Marco?” “Yes?” “Was I - was it good? I mean did I go overboard? Was I exaggerated? If I hurt you or anything you can tell me I’m sorry if I did” “Calm down Lore, it was amazing. Yeah you went pretty hard but it’s not like I asked for soft” “No I know but, maybe you didn’t enjoy it that much” “I did. I promise you I did, and I know we should technically shower, but can we do it later? I want to cuddle”
Sava’s eyes sparkle, usually his hookups don’t like to get intimate that way after, they just take a shower then leave with the promise of calling back, very few actually keep it. Bez on the other hand is asking him to stay, yeah maybe it’s the fact none of them has anywhere to stay if not here, but still, asking to cuddle is very nice.
Sava nods and Bez smiles, putting his head on Sava’s chest as soon as the other is laying on the bed. Bez plays with his fingers on Sava’s abs, creating paths and following the lines of his body.
It feels relaxing, despite the clear smell of sex and sweat still hanging in the room, permeating the sheets. Sava notices suddenly how Bez has stopped moving his fingers, and when he turns to look at him, he sees him sleeping peacefully, like he was doing before it all happened, mouth slightly parted.
Sava starts stroking his hair, softly, not daring to disturb him, slowly syncing his breathing with Bez’s, feeling tiredness winning over him. Bez is right, they can shower later, when they’ll wake up, and post orgasm clarity will have properly kicked in. He just hopes Bez won’t regret it, actually he hopes Bez will want to do it again, and again and again, but not just the sex, this small moment afterwards as well, cuddling, being close, caring for each other.
Sava falls asleep as well, hand still in Bez’s hair and the other sleeping peacefully on his chest.
