had this acc for 10 years and decided to do sth with it bc of a yaoi crack ship... yeah i fear it tells everything you need to know about me as a person --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- David always felt someone's eyes on him when he was in the paddock.
Well... Are you supposed to say "someone's", if you know exactly whose eyes are watching you?
It's not like Manuel,—or Manu, whatever you want to call him,—was subtle about it. No, that wasn't his style.
No-no, Manu was confident AND shameless. David caught him staring too many times to count and the Spaniard never looked away. He wasn't afraid of being caught. It's almost like he wanted David to catch him staring. For the younger boy to confront him about it, but the Colombian just never did. It didn't bother him that much.
That's what he liked to tell himself, at least. He did think about those intense eyes way too many times, though. In very interesting situations, where his hand was a bit too close to his di—
Well, it's not like it mattered.
They weren't really that close, won't ever be. They're just co-workers, that's it.
***
Hungary was perfect. Well, almost. If not for that godawful start, it would've been. But to comeback for the win from P14 on such a nasty track as Balaton was impressive, wasn't it? David still couldn't really believe that he did that. That he won a Moto2 race in his rookie year.
And, in doing so, proved himself worthy of his seat and his future in MotoGP. He shut down all doubters, who said his Moto3 campaign was just a fluke.
No, he was just that good.
David didn't know who he'll see in parc fermé, to be honest. Racing is unpredictable and everything can change in a matter of seconds. So, he was pleasantly surprised to see Manu there.
This was about to be very interesting, no?
Aspar welcome him with strong pats, tight hugs, and screams that are a bit too loud. Dani and Max are already there to congratulate him, even Marc finds time to come and give him a hug, but, for some reason, all David remembers is... whatever happened between him and the Madrileño.
The boy feels a hand squeezing his shoulder. He turns around to look at the person that hand belongs to.
Those fucking eyes.
"Good race, ey. You did really well."
There's a beaming smile on the older boy's lips. Almost like he was the one, who just won the race and not David. He finds it amusing and can't help but smile in return.
"Thanks. You did great too."
Manu laughs lightly, patting his shoulder.
"We both know that I didn't."
An awkward moment passes between them. They're still staring at eachother, smiling. Manu's hand is still on his shoulder.
This feels...odd.
"Enjoy your first win."
That's the last thing Manu says to him before coming back to his team.
***
The podium is kind of a blur. All he remembers is champagne. And Manu.
How Manu starts spraying him first, how he stares at him and his lips when they clink their bottles, and just how widely he smiles at him.
Fucking Manuel Gonzalez and his fucking intensity.
***
The next thing he knows, they end up in Manu's hotel room. And now they're making out and David can't fucking breathe and he wants more, more, more, more...
"You're such a freak, you know that?" He gasps between the kisses. "Always staring me down like a fucking hawk. Like I'm some bunny"
The older boy laughs, now kissing his neck.
"What can I say?", that voice drives David insane. How the fuck he didn't notice it before? "You always look delicious."