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Would cele say "hole in one" after putting it in during his first time w bez
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Bez watching Cele before the Moto2 race
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"This is crazy," Bez is saying, won't stop saying, clammy palms everywhere. Cele would like it better, maybe, if he were putting his mouth to work elsewhere. On Celestino's body instead spouting off about how crazy this is over and over and over.
Cele says, "Sure," for about the fifth time. Because sure, yes, it's pretty crazy, tucked into a dark corner at a dark house party with Bez's dark, dark eyes just barely shining out from behind his mask. Cele had laughed at first, when he'd seen it. Lacy and sparkling to match the bralette, the panties, the garters. Laughed, because as Bez had been visibly having a heart attack, Cele had had to say, "Well one of us is going to have to change."
A coincidence, mostly, that Celestino's in a nearly identical outfit. Different patterns in the lace, more coverage across the ass because as much as Bez seems to like flossing with his underwear Cele's not that kind of experienced just yet. A coincidence and a joke, because Cele had known—always knows—what Marco is going to wear to a masquerade if he's given the opportunity.
"Celin," Bez says. His face is pressed into Celestino's neck, both hands clutching at Cele's waist. The mask is prickly against the underside of Cele's jaw. "This—you—"
"If you say this is crazy again," Cele pants, finally, "I'm going to go home."
Bez makes a noise against Cele's skin that could be a moan or a groan or maybe a laugh, because—yeah, Celestino doesn't just leave parties, not until he has to. But he's looking to mess around tonight. If Marco's version of messing around is descending into madness while he palms vaguely at all of the least interesting parts of Cele's body then Celestino is happy to look elsewhere.
"Fuck," Bez says, gasps. He finds Cele's chest with both hands, runs both thumbs over his nipples. Celestino reaches between them to pinch Bez's nipple, retaliatory, tugging on the piercing until Bez makes a noise so shrill that it's a miracle no one comes looking for them. At this point they'd deserve it, Cele thinks, if they were found.
"Go," Cele says abruptly, winding a hand into the back of Bez's hair to pull him away from where he'd just about been tonguing at Cele's collarbone. He likes licking him there, mapping out the topography of scarring.
Bez makes a noise that is not confused; he knows exactly what Celestino means, and he follows easily under the pressure of Cele's hand when he's pushed down. In kneeling, Marco's cock has made itself visible. The head pops out of the waistband of his panties—Celin has seen these ones before, a scrap of lace and ribbon definitely not made to contain a dick-and-balls—shiny and pink and rubbing against the flatness of his belly before he lurches forward, open-mouthed, to groan against the outline of Celestino's dick through a layer of lace. Cele went all in on his underwear. He hasn't told Marco yet, but he will, after. Show him the site of lingerie that looks like it's for women but is designed for exactly this. For holding Celestino's cock all the way in even as he thickens up, fully-hard under Bez's mouth.
Bez makes another noise. Frustrated, maybe, that he's only got a mouthful of silky fabric instead of Cele's dick. Cele laughs, fisting his hand in Bez's hair again to haul him away—Marco's tongue lolls out mournfully—and then fishes his dick out of his underwear.
Marco sits still enough to let Celestino rub the tip of his dick over his lips. Sits, quivering on his knees when Celestino slaps his cock against Marco's cheek and then his outstretched tongue.
"Good boy," Cele says dimly, because that seems like the right thing to say.
Bez makes a noise that sounds a little like he's just creamed himself. Cele is too busy shoving his dick down his throat to pay all that much attention.
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Cele always loved the mountain, and well, how can he be blamed? Apart from basically being born there, he spent his childhood between bike and mountain tracks, the first one where he went as fast as his little body could take him and the second the further.
When he was little, he always tried to climb rocks and trees, his father and mother yelling at him to come back down as his brother came to his rescue, because Cele always knew how to go up, but feared going down the most, scared he’d slip and die.
When he jokingly proposed to Bez to go hike in the mountains in his area, he really didn’t expect the older to agree.
“Yeah, it could be fun, and you always say how beautiful the view is so why not?” “You never went tho” “You’ll teach me!” “I just know you’ll piss me off” “I promise I won’t”
Bez pisses him off the day after, when Cele gets to his house to pick him up and drive the terrible and hot 5 hours to his hometown, and Bez is asked about his trekking shoes.
“My Jordans!”
Cele stares at him trying to understand if Bez is serious. Once he understands he is, Cele throws him an Arbre Magique and forces him to go inside Decathlon to buy a pair of proper shoes.
Bez whines about the fact the shoes are ugly, but Cele doesn’t hear it, letting Bez buy a horrendous bright yellow pair of trekking shoes, cause it’s the only thing Bez will wear. He realizes he can’t judge, not when his own shoes are all the same color, meaning the light blue shade he loves and he’s named after.
They finally start the trip, and Bez just has to choose the music, so Cele is forced to hear more than a hour of italian indie songs, Calcutta, PTN, Gazelle, then Bez switches to Olly, of which he plays every.single.song.
Finally, two hours and a half in, Bez falls asleep, and Cele can put his own music, humming to it as luckily the traffic doesn’t seem too heavy to have them bottled up.
They stop at an Autogrill cause they both have to use the bathroom, Bez insists on buying stupid candies at the store and Cele agrees just to keep Bez happy.
Finally, they’re half an hour away, and Cele perfectly knows how this is gonna go.
“Don’t get scared, I know how to drive here” “Why would I?” That’s when Cele steps on the gas and starts driving up the road, one hairpin turn after the other, 5 in total, then they get into a street so tight Bez wonders how the Cupra can fit. Cele drives the road as if it’s his house, doesn’t even bother to check too much, he says the town is basically desert.
They finally get to Cele’s house, after (in Bez’s opinion) risking their lives around eight times. Cele’s mom is waiting at the door, immediately hugging Cele and Bez, telling them to come in.
The two sit beside each other, as always after all, even when they were still in minibikes, they used to have lunches all together, both families, and Cele and Bez would always sit next to each other.
Cele’s father barely looks up from his phone, while Cele’s older brother talks with them a bit, Cele ignoring him to talk to his mum, who he hasn’t seen in months, as she prepares lunch
“When are you going out?” “An hour I’d say, we’re doing the short route” “Ok, be safe and let us know when you’ve arrived” “Yes mom”
While they have lunch, the situation isn’t too different, Bez only feels a few more disapproving and judgy stares coming from Cele’s father, but he ignores them, it’s been like that forever, when him and Cele became friends during racing weekends, they introduced each other’s families, but Cele’s father always seemed colder, constantly judging.
When he got older, Bez realised what it was. Pure, unprompted, useless superiority complex. He never quite knew the exact reason, sometimes he thought it was because of their origins and sometimes simply because he fully believed his son, being better than all the others, should’ve had more.Especially in the Academy.
Once lunch is over Cele goes to his room and gets changed, putting on pants with big pockets and a decent shirt while Bez stays in jorts and one of his terrible Rivoluzione Romantica shirts.
“Your socks” “What about them?” “They’re short” “And?” “Oh God, take these, put them on” “But they’re so high!” “Do you want to get bitten by a snake? No. So wear these, never put your hand or foot in a hole in a rock, follow my steps and make some noise with your feet while you walk”
Bez looks at him strange, Cele treats a trip to the mountain as a sacred ritual or something, they decided along the way they would also pick up mushrooms on the trail, Cele depicted it as a fun activity, and he warns Bez to be careful when handing him a swiss knife, earning a disapproving look from his father.
“I want that back” “I know dad” “I’m not talking to you”
Bez ignores the disgust-filled voice and nods, swearing to bring it back there once their hike was over.
They get in the car again, Cele had explained to him how they’d get up with the car at around 1500mt, park it there, and then grab their things and get up to the 2kish, where a refuge is supposed to be.
Bez does have a small backpack, Cele is wondering how it could fit everything, but he’s much too excited to think about what exactly his best friend brought to a hike.
They’ve barely done 100mt of altitude difference that Bez is already asking for water.
“We drink at the source” “And where is it? “Half route, another 200 meters of elevation gain then you drink, now we go into the smaller track in the woods and we look for mushrooms” “Ok ok, then let me just sit -” “If you sit you die. You sit while you hike only if you’re dying or you’ve arrived, never before”
Bez is literally panting, but Cele doesn’t care, dragging him into the perfect trail he chose after researching and speaking with his uncles.
“Oh! Cele I found one!” And just like that, Cele witnesses Bez uproot a mushroom from the ground, smiling like a kid who’s showing you his new toy he got for Christmas. Cele wants to cry, yell and scream.
“Marco you’re never doing something like that again” “Why not?” “You- oh God it’s also poisonous put that thing down” “Huh? It doesn’t look poisonous” “Have you ever picked mushrooms?” “No” “I did, I know that is poisonous, and I know you are a mushroom killer”
Bez looks at him as if he just spoke in an alien language. Mushroom killer? They’re picking them up, and it’s not like they’re animals or something. Cele looks a mixture between disconsolate and angry as he forces the mushroom out of Bez’s hand and looks at the soil beneath it.
He sighs and moves on, when he finds a mushroom he knows it’s safe to eat, he gives the gerla to Bez and asks him to pay attention, as he wouldn’t want him to kill an entire undergrowth population of mushrooms.
“Alura, you put one hand on the soil around it ok? Press hard against it, then the other hand grabs the base of the mushroom, you twist lightly, mi racumand, you lift it, always lightly and here, mushroom!” “Ah ok ok, so you jerk off the mushroom” “I will push you down the ravine”
Cele puts a few mushrooms in the basket and hurries Bez up, who insists on picking the next few, actually not doing super bad work. Once half of it has been filled up, Cele has them move up higher, taking the normal trail, causing Bez’s knees to hurt a lot.
“Water” “In ten minutes” “You’re a monster” “Just walk, come on, if you stop it’s worse, it cuts your legs, nduma” “Why is it when you come up here you immediately switch to speaking your strange dialect?” “Because it just feels natural, you speak it a lot when we’re down in Tavullia”
They keep walking until they reach the source, Cele fills his flask and Bez does the same, drinking a whole bottle in one go just to fill it up again.
Cele reminds him once again they wont stop until they got to the hut, and that he shouldn’t try to climb on rocks if he’s not 100% certain they’ll stay in place, because if there’s one thing that always happens while hiking is that someone less experienced or too confident will twist or sprain their ankle while trying to climb some rocks or run up the path.
“I am a grown man Celin, I won’t sprain anything” “You will” “I won’t!” “You will” “You’re just cruel towards me, you know?” “If you step on that rock you’ve been eyeing I’ll have to pick you up from the bottom of the valley with an helicopter” “You’re dramatic”
As he says it, he puts one foot on the rock, which immediately slips from under it and starts rolling down just to end up smashed against a pine tree.
He turns around to look at Cele, who’s staring at him annoyed and with that “Told you” face Bez hates.
“Told you” “Gne gne”
Cele huffs and resumes walking, and it’s actually not that steep, there’s points where it’s even duller than before, even if not by much. Bez doesn’t know how much it takes, but it feels like an eternity, and when finally they’re up he’s tired as hell and in serious need of some food.
Before he can talk, he sees Cele walking another few meters and admiring the view, so he decides to follow him, and he can’t even open his mouth because of what he’s seeing.
The two just stare, Bez panting while Cele is smiling and drinking the last bit of water they had left.
“It’s beautiful” “Told you, and the hut is right there, I’ll go grab some wood and start the chimney” “It’s June, what the hell do we need a fire for?”
•••
Four hours later it’s pretty clear why they do, Bez hadn’t prevented this kind of climate, thinking it would have been just a few degrees lower than in the city, and he’s starting to think he got it very wrong with the choice of pyjamas.
“Celin” “Yeah” “I uhm…do you think if I sleep in just boxers and a t-shirt I’ll die?” “I mean the sleeping bag plus the fire heat should be enough” “Oh and where do I get the sleeping bag?”
Cele slowly turns around, as if he is trying to understand what he just heard. Bez is smiling, he really knows nothing about this type of thing, and Cele would very much like to get angry at him, but something holds him back. Kinda.
“What do you mean where? In your backpack no?” “I don’t uhm have a sleeping back with me” “...Marco we are in the mountains!” “It’s June, how could I think I’d need that?” “I am going to kill you very slowly” “I didn’t know! I’m sorry I didn’t know”
Bez is now pouting, he is genuinely sorry and Cele knows, but it gets on his nerves, so he goes out for a minute and lights a cigarette, the first one since the last he had back in April after he was pissed at Mig for calling him childish.
Bez gets out after him, shivering a bit because the sun is rapidly setting and humidity is rising. He just sits near Cele, not enough to touch him but enough to let him know they can talk about this if it’s really a big problem, which isn’t, but Cele is glad Bez is doing that for him.
“I’m hungry let’s get inside”
Bez follows him like a puppy who broke a vase and knows he went wrong but also that his owner will not yell at him, just admonish his behaviour. And that’s exactly what Cele does, explaining how it’s very very vital to always have one, as well as a first aid kit and at least a vague knowledge of the paths one must take.
Bez nods, but he doesn’t fully listen, he’s too taken by following the light and shadow games that the fire plays on Cele’s face to lock in. Cele doesn’t notice, and starts preparing dinner, while he gives Bez the (actually not so hard) task to look after the fire, not to let it die. He surprisingly manages to keep it alive, feeding it some sticks and letting Cele handle the bigger wood pieces, because none of them trust Bez in not killing the fire by accident.
Maybe Bez never really paid attention to it, or he got so used he didn’t see it, but Cele’s hands look amazing. They’re slim and seemingly soft, but he knows they can’t be, not with the amount of time they spend on the bike, gripping the handlebars, sweating under the gloves.
They look skilled, and apparently fire resistant judging by how far he pushes them in the burning pile of wood without making a sound. He feels one of them on his shoulder, it’s light, but grounding somehow, like it’s keeping him in place.
His stomach does a strange thing and he immediately stands up, Cele acting surprised.
“When is it gonna be ready?” “Oh two minutes, go wash your hands and bring me my glasses, my eyes are getting tired”
Right. Because Cele wears glasses, sometimes, he forgot about that. They look cute on him, his big deer eyes look even bigger. Bez immediately stops thinking about it, God what’s going on with him lately? Like…yeah, he had a thing or two with a few guys, but it was just random guys, and Edo that one time, he realistically knows he is attracted to men, and God knows how much he jerked off to Vale when he was 20 but this, this is Cele.
It’s just not - it’s Cele. So he better stop having warm thoughts about him.
He washes his hands and his face, it’s all red and flushed from standing so close to the fireplace, he grabs Cele’s glasses and goes to sit, Cele smiles at him when Bez hands him the glasses. It’s a nice smile, his irritation is gone.
The dinner is amazing, and at one point Cele gets into one of his solo speeches that can last more than half an hour about one of his hikes, he has this tendency, Bez noticed, to always divert from the real plot and start yapping about eight different storylines and side happenings, and oh, he needs a buildup, can’t get straight to the point, never.
It never bothered the older, and Cele always knew he wouldn’t be judged by him for making a two minutes story into a 30 minutes rant.
•••
When it’s finally time to sleep, Bez is cold, the heavy blanket Cele found (and hasn’t mentioned being his from when he was a kid) isn’t doing much work, and Bez surely can’t sleep without a sleeping bag.
He sighs, because he usually hates this, a lot. Too little space, he sweats, people move a lot in their sleep and Cele just can’t be bothered with it. But it’s Bez. And he’s shivering and looking like a wet puppy who needs cuddles, so he just sighs again and looks at him.
“You can sleep with me, in the bag. But just this once, if you snore or move I’ll kill you” “I really can?” “Well I can’t really have you die of hypothermia in the hut no? It would be complicated to hide the body without snow to cover you” “Mean!” “Come on, there should be a hoodie somewhere, so you are more comfortable”
Bez pulls one of his giant smiles, and Cele has to look away, that stupind ringing in his ears that happens when he lingers with his eyes is back, he hates it, it's so annoying! And plus, it only happens with Bez, not when he stares at others.
Bez finds a hoodie, and Cele doesn’t really like it, he thought one of his was there, not his brother’s. His chest does something strange, then goes away when Bez lays down on the sleeping bag and opens his stupid tik tok.
Cele lays next to him, texting his mom goodnight and sending her a picture of the dinner, not mentioning the sleeping together to her. It’s not like it’s new, when Bez first arrived in Academy they had known each other for a long time, and Cele knew Bez had a fear of thunderstorms, so some nights young Cele would crawl into Bez’s bed and hug him, and they fell asleep together.
It stopped when Cele turned 16 and Bez got a girlfriend and had her over. They called it childish, and a bit gay.And now they’ll do it again, and Cele doesn’t know why he feels so strange about it, it’s not a stranger, it’s literally Bez, it’s literally the guy who comes over to his house every sunday to play videogames and have cheat food.
Bez is giggling at some stupid shit on tik tok, which he sometimes sends to Cele, forgetting he has never downloaded the app and has no interest in doing it.
Bez shifts closer to him, shoving the phone into Cele’s face, almost hitting him
“Look!”
It’s a stupid video about a dog twerking on Gasolina, but Bez seems to find it amusing, he keeps giggling and his face gets even cuter than it normally is. When Bez laughs Cele can see his dimples, and they’re absolutely adorable
“It’s stupid” “It’s funny!”
Cele nods to dismiss the thing and they both go back to their own phones.
Bez falls asleep fast, Cele knows that, and right now he’s curled up beside him, snoring very lightly, lips parted and his soft curls on his face. He finds it funny how Bez folds his hands towards his wrists while sleeping, it reminds him of a T-rex.
Cele is not at all a physical or touchy person, many of his friends hugged him maybe once or twice in their life, they know he doesn’t like hugs or that kind of affection. Complete opposite to Bez, he hugs everyone, he asks and basically needs hugs, everyday and more than once a day even.
At first, when they met as kids in Misano during their first years on bikes, Cele hated Bez’s clinginess.
But then he became the only person along with his mum who could always hug him, and with time also the one Cele hugged on his own, the only person he initiated hugs or any kind of physical contact with.
Bez was special, and that was clear, he was his best friend, the guy who knew everything about him, the guy he called when he broke up with Giulia two months prior.
Maybe that’s why it’s so easy for him to fall asleep next to Bez, and not move away Bez’s face which is now pressed against his chest.
All he knows is he hasn’t slept this calmly and relaxed for a long time, if he really really thinks about it, even if now he’s far too tired, he hasn’t slept this good since he was 16, since he stopped going to comfort Bez during thunderstorms. He doesn’t dwell on the fact he has since often wished a thunderstorm would appear out of the blue while they were at the ranch so he could go sleep with Bez.
•••
When they wake up Cele is hugging Bez, who’s still asleep, as always, that man can fall asleep wherever and whenever and sleep for so long one time Cele actually thought he was dead. 17 hours of sleep it’s probably a record, and Bez had woken up as if it was the normalest thing in the world.
Bez makes a half sound, but doesn’t get up, while Cele makes his way out of the sleeping bag and outside, there’s the sun luckily, but some clouds in the distance make him fear they'll have to go away sooner than expected, he really doesn’t want to climb down under the rain and also having to have a thousand more eyes out for Bez, who still hasn’t learned how to climb down without risking a twisted ankle every two steps.
He sits on the ground, and breathes in the way cleaner air his mountains offer.
Then he hears a thud, and a half groan of pain, and when he turns around Bez is on the ground, still inside the sleeping bag and with a blanket in his hand. Cele is about to go to him, but Bez manages to get up and reach him, handing him the blanket.
“Still cold, I don’t want you to die” “I’m fine, and - come on you came out with that and fell? Are you 5?” “My feet are cold, make space I wanna sit next to you” “Five minutes then we make breakfast” “Mhmh, but now I wanna rest” “We slept like ten hours” “Barely eight”
Cele sighs, and scratches Bez’s hair, who is actually about to fall asleep again
“No no no you have to help me with the fire and the cooking, then we will have to leave a bit earlier, it’s gonna rain and I don’t want you slipping down the mountain to the valley”
Bez groans, he acts like a child sometimes, but Cele isn’t (strangely) bothered by the act, if it was anyone else he’d find it annoying and just ignore them, but he waits for Bez to get up and follow him into the house, explaining again how to lit up the fire and keeping it alive while Cele is busy cooking.
They spend the morning eating and playing a few games of briscola, Cele checks on the mushrooms they collected a few times then makes a tour around the place to make sure nothing’s been left behind.
“Celin! There’s a deer here!” Cele rushes out, and he’s met with a really unusual sight, standing something like 20 meters from Bez is an ibex, staring at him curiously as Bez tries to walk closer. As expected, the animal feels scared and runs away, leaving a sad expression on Bez’s face.
“It was an ibex by the way, not a deer” “I wanted to feed it” “It’s already incredible it was that close, let it go, probably has little ones to care for”
Bez stares in the direction the animal disappeared in for a few seconds, then gets his backpack from the ground, following Cele down the path back to their car.
“Soooo can we like…do this again?” “You really want to?” “Mhmh! I mean I had never started a fireplace or slept in the mountains but it’s cool! and it’s also fun to like reach this place, walking and everything, getting mushrooms” “If you promise to bring everything, not give me a headache and do what I tell you then yes” “Promised. How about we go up there to grill for Ferragosto? The guys are all with wives and girlfriends, come on, we’ll get beers without Franci scolding us for drinking too much!”
Cele rolls his eyes, it is true that Pecco always berates them for downing too many beers, but it’s also true that they do drink too much, especially Bez. But Bez is right, it’s a holiday, and everyone is gonna be busy with significant others, so there will be absolutely no harm in going up in the morning and having a whole day to get drunk and eat an unholy amount of grilled meat.
•••
The trip back home is surprisingly easy, no one twists anything and Bez even manages to neatly collect a mushroom he proudly shows Cele, who smiles back.
Bez falls asleep before they even make it out of the region, Cele casting glances from time to time to his best friend, waking him up just for a brief stop and when they finally get home.
They both have troubles sleeping that night, missing something, some sort of warmth, comfort, presence. Both missing someone.
im so spacemaxxed i sent them to space too
congrats on a safe trip home artemis ii crew!!
