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When Cele wakes up, Luca is not in the bed. Maybe he’s in the kitchen, or in his studio. He doesn't want to get up, his legs are tired, and his ass is a bit sore. He’s still dressed in Luca’s shirt and his boxers, the shirt smells like Luca, it’s a perfume he didn't really place quite yet, but it’s something fresh and flowery, something nice.

Cele looks around the room, but sees nothing that could mean the presence of Luca in it, so he finally decides it’s time to get up and try to look for him around the house. He tries to look into the guest bedroom and the guest bathroom, but to no avail. He tries the studio, but it’s empty, like the kitchen and the living room.

The only other presence in the house is Sissy, who upon seeing him goes up to him and starts meowing for attention. Cele crouches down to pet her, and tries to look for cat food in the kitchen, but he doesn’t want to look like he was snooping around, so he kinda gives up.

He’s about to go back to the bedroom when the front door opens, and Luca comes in. He’s obviously just gotten back from a jog, he’s wearing a white shirt and running kit pants, and he’s a bit red from the heat and the effort he put in the run.

“Oh, you’re awake, thought you’d still be sleeping sorry” “I woke up like ten minutes ago don’t worry, I was looking for something to give her but I didn’t want to, you know, snoop through things” “You’re not snooping Cele, and by the way it’s right in that drawer there, give her just a bunch of treats, I already fed her before going out”

Cele follows Luca’s instruction, and looks at him as he pours himself a glass of water, his Adam’s apple moving as he chugs the water down. He looks good even when drinking water. How's that possible?

Luca asks him if he’s hungry, and he actually is, but he’s fairly sure Luca will want to take a shower first, and he doesn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of fucking in it, because he’s seen it, and it’s huge, and he really really wants to be in there with him.

So he simply gets up from the floor and walks closer to Luca, who obviously knows what he wants, but is waiting for Cele to ask, probably because he finds it funny how flustered Cele gets when he asks those types of things.

“You’re gonna take a shower” “Mhmh, why?” “Can I get in with you? I think the shower’s big enough for two” “I was hoping you’d say that, come with me”

Cele follows him, a dumb smile on his face, which gets kissed away as soon as they step into the bedroom, Luca quickly moving to kiss at Cele’s neck, making him moan while he undresses. If there’s one thing Luca loves, actually loves, is when someone wears his clothes, especially if they look big on whoever’s wearing them.

He feels trusted somehow, and it’s a way of making sure the other person knows he cares about them, somehow. Cele starts tugging at Luca’s shirt, and before he knows it, he’s shirtless and being led to the bathroom. Cele has taken off his, well technically Luca’s, shirt somewhere during these five seconds, because when Luca looks at him again, he only sees the skin he touched the night before, and wants to do it again.

He grabs Cele by the thighs and lifts him up, then puts him down on the sink, still kissing him and his neck alternatively.

“Fuck Luca come on let’s get in the shower” “Yeah yeah just a bit more, you’re so pretty when you blush I want to see you more”

Cele blushes even more at the comment, and Luca smiles at him, while taking off his own boxers and tossing them to the ground. He’ll pick them up later, who cares, right now he just wants to bend Cele over and fuck him until his legs become useless.

He lifts him up again to get him to the ground, and Cele wastes no time in taking off the boxers Luca lent him, attacking the older’s mouth again and grinding his cock against Luca’s leg.

Luca moans at that, and grabs Cele’s ass with both hands, resulting in Cele whimpering and kissing him more fiercely. Luca loves how different Cele is from yesterday night, he’s much more confident, if the rutting against his leg and Cele’s hands wrapped around his cock are anything to go by.

Luca drags him into the shower and glues him to the wall, leaving a few hickeys on his neck while Cele still jerks him off.

“Turn around Cele” “You like the view you get?” “I like it a lot”

Cele follows Luca’s orders, and as soon as he does he gets bent, it’s been a while since he fucked like this, and he really really hopes his legs are going to support him, because he doesn’t want them to give up mid sex. He steadies himself with both his hands against the tiles, looking behind him and giving Luca the go.

He knows he’s already stretched from yesterday, but Luca still wants to be sure. So he starts the shower. It's warm, which could be uncomfortable since it's like 30 degrees, but actually feels perfect.

“It’s fine if I don’t use lube?” “Yes, you did enough work yesterday I don’t need it” “Water is enough then?” “Luca just fuck me”

And honestly, who’s Luca to deny such a nice request? He just pushes two fingers in to make sure Cele is actually ready, and when they slip in with no problem he adds a third just to be certain, and then quickly switches them with his cock, pushing all the way in and making Cele moan that sweet sound he made yesterday.

Cele’s hands grip at the shower tiles, as Luca sets a rude pace from the start, his hands holding Cele’s hips tightly, he’ll probably leave bruises, which is good, because he really wants Cele to look at himself and just remember what they did.

Luca’s brain is running solely on one thought, destroying Cele. He wants Cele begging and moaning and whimpering like crazy, he wants Cele’s legs to shake so much he can’t walk, he wants Cele crying from how good he gets fucked.

On the moaning and whimpering part he’s got no problems, he can hear him, he can see Cele gripping at the tiles to stay still, the blush creeping on his cheeks and a bit on his back. After a while he decides to drive Cele crazy, and starts hitting his prostate at every thrust, making Cele moan his name out loud, so loud he’s sure if he had neighbours they’d be complaining about the noise.

“You sound so good Cele you know?”

Cele doesn’t answer, he can’t, he’s just moaning, he feels Luca’s hands on his hips, they are so fucking big, and he’s sure they could leave handprints if Luca just pressed a bit more on his flesh. God he wants them to leave marks, it would be hot. To be marked by Luca, branded basically.

Cele knows he’s not going to last at this pace, it feels so good, and hearing Luca moan behind him it’s just something that speeds up the process. Luca is just on a roll, he keeps going, he doesn’t take one second to stop or give Cele a break, he’s awfully close too at this point, he usually lasts more, but he already spent much adrenaline on his run so it’s not a complete surprise he can't hold on for much longer.

Luca moves one hand to wrap it around Cele’s dick, and he starts to stroke, at first slowly, too slowly, just to tease, then gradually faster, matching his thrusts, making Cele moan even louder. Cele who can feel his legs shaking, they’re weak, if he doesn’t cum in the next twenty seconds his knees are going to give up and make him fall, and he really doesn’t want that to happen.

So he begs. He starts begging Luca to please make him come, and Luca is more than happy to oblige, giving the final strokes to Cele’s dick and bending down to bite at his shoulder, and this is the breaking point for Cele, who finally gets his release. Luca is soon following, coming inside Cele and feeling the younger tighten around his dick, making him moan.

“Fuck Luca that was good” “Hope so, I didn’t have much stamina” “I don't want to imagine how much you can last if you have it” “You’ll see it”

Cele goes red, and lets Luca wash him, and his hair, he feels Luca’s fingers massaging his scalp lightly, they stay under the shower for much longer than needed, Luca taking his time to wash himself and his hair, putting products Cele knew costed as much as five of the ones he uses. They smell good, and light, something like vanilla.

They both get dressed and go in the kitchen to eat something, Luca toasts three bread slices each, and lets Cele decide how to dress them, and gets to see Cele’s absolutely broken face when he gets told there’s no Nutella.

“How can you live without it?” “I just don’t like it” “You’re crazy, it’s like - it’s Nutella you can’t not like it!” “I promise you I'll buy some for next time you’re here” “Which would be when?” “Whenever you want bimbo, it can be tonight, tomorrow, in a week, when you want” “Yeah no definitely not tonight I would like to be able to walk tomorrow”

Luca smiles and finishes eating his breakfast, then tells Cele he can drive him to work, but Cele groans. He really doesn’t want to go, but it’s not like there’s discussion space here, Paso will kill him if he doesn’t go, and plus, he wants to see how Bez holds the presence of Pecco in the office. Oh. Right. Pecco.

“Uhm Luca?” “Yeah?” “Do you, by any means, know Pecco Bagnaia?” “Yeah of course he’s my best friend”

Cele’s mouth falls open, and his eyes shine for a second. Luca, the man he’s sleeping with and that’s paying him to do so, that Luca, is friends, close friends, with his favourite ever Motogp rider. It’s not something he openly says, but to him, Pecco can be even greater than Vale. Added to the performance on the bike Cele is also a bit biased given Pecco’s origins, they were born not even 50 kilometers one from the other, despite in different years.

“He - Pecco was at the shop yesterday, said he needed help and you gave him Paso’s card and he asked for me”“Yeah I told him to look for you if he needed help” “Luca, listen very carefully. I was about to faint when I saw him. Next time you send Jesus Christ to the shop I work at and he knows my name can you tell me?” “Yes sorry, should've warned you, what problems has he got anyway?” “Oh. I wouldn’t know, I couldn’t take him, Bez got him” “Ha. That’s a move from the universe I’m sure” “Why?” “Nothing nothing, come on get your shoes I’m driving you there”

Cele puts on his shoes and almost trips when going out the door, in the elevator Luca takes his chin in between his fingers and bends down to kiss him, smiling in the meantime and making Cele giggle.

The elevator doors open and Cele sees a guy making eye contact with him. He’s short, as in really short, he must not even reach 165, and he’s pretty sure he’s not to the guy’s liking.

“I’m coming to work after lunch, I have things to do from home” “Ok that’s fine Andre and uh, he’s Cele, told you about him” “Oh yeah, how old are you again?” “I’m 21” “Mh. You seem younger. Well, enjoy the rides and money, bye”

Cele seems startled by the interaction, and Luca could’ve argued with Mig if he had the time or if he didn’t know perfectly that Mig was still going through a tough time. He also knows Cele didn't like his brief exchange of words and formalities, so he’s quick in walking up to the panigale and grab two helmets.

Cele absentmindedly takes one, which has got a small orange “10” he doesn’t notice engraved on the back, apart from that, the helmet is completely black, carbon fiber, so light.

“Why was that dude acting so weird? And does he know about the contract? Who is he?” “That Cele, is my assistant, Mig, or Andre if he ever lets you call him by his name. He makes sure I don’t end up in shit while helping others come out of their shit, and yeah, he knows” “Oh ok fine makes sense, but he sounded strange, like he didn’t like seeing me” “He’s just tired, probably worked till late”

Cele nods, but he’s not fully convinced of what Luca said.

He climbs on the Panigale and hugs Luca from behind,he can feel Luca’s abs underneath the shirt, but holds back from touching them excessively.

The ride to Cele’s work is short as always, and once he gets there he immediately climbs down and takes off his helmet, waiting for Luca to do the same.

Every time they kiss Cele feels perfect,

exactly as he feels right now, when Luca takes off the helmet and presses their lips together.

When Luca’s about to go away again he hears a much too familiar voice calling his name.

He really doesn’t want to make a scene here, so he plays nice to Pecco in front of everyone.

“Lu please let’s talk for a moment” “Here? Of all places?” “Please” “Fine”

Pecco lets out a breath, while Cele watches the two interact with jealousy, he’s not sure if it’s towards Pecco for being so close to Luca or Luca for touching and being barely one inch from his idol.

Bez is looking at the pair as if he’s studying them, especially Luca, examining him like a bug in an experiment class.

“I swear I’m never falling for it again Lu, it was just a stupid one night stand” “Just- why him?” “Because he was there, and it was all so charged, and I really needed to fuck” “So you fucked that man” “Technically-“ “I don’t care who stuck it into who Pecco, I only care it doesn’t happen again because it’s a really stupid thing to do, and he would just end up using you” “My crush on him died when I turned 20 Lu” “I didn’t want to insult you but damn you didn’t make it easy Pecchino” “I don’t wanna lose our friendship for a one night stand Lu” “Neither do I idiot I was just angry”

They hug, and smile, and Cele swears he sees something in Pecco’s eyes which shouldn’t be there if they’re just friends.

Bez meanwhile is stumbling to get to him, tripping on a few things on his way over.

He’s holding his phone in hand, an old motogp video playing in it, a small kid calling out Vale’s name.

Cele looks at him questioning and Bez just shows him the video, but Cele still doesn’t get what the hell he’s doing.

“Don’t you see it?” “See what?” “This! This kid! Doesn’t he look like someone?” “…No?” “Oh my - are you stupid?” “Call yourself that asshole”

Bez shows him the video again, still, Cele doesn’t get what the fuck Bez is trying to make him see.

There’s a small blonde kid, maybe around 5, calling out for Vale. That’s all, and it’s also poor quality since it must be around 2001.

“Look. At. Him.” “I am! Can you tell me what I should see?” “Maybe your sugar daddy?” “…you’re mistaking him for someone else” “Don’t you remember I told you about that- that interview Vale did where he talked about family, his half brother, and how they’re not close anymore?” “You’re saying Luca is Vale’s brother?” “Well I mean it makes sense”

Cele tries to look for some confirmation, to see if his hair or eyes are the same as that small kid that's been saying Vale’s name on loop for three minutes now.

They’re surely both blonde, and blue eyed, yeah, but there’s hundreds of kids like that.

Maybe he should ask.

After all, he’s best friends with Pecco no?

How did they meet? Why does Pecco look at him like that? Were they involved romantically? What if they’re fucking?

He’s sidetracking again.

He has to directly ask Luca if he’s Vale’s brother.

Once Luca leaves though it’s late, and he doesn’t want to go over at Bez’s workstation and interrupt the obvious flirting that’s been going on between him and Pecco to ask his idol if Luca is his mentor’s brother.

Bez is pretty much shameless now, he wore what’s basically a compression shirt, which Cele wasn’t even aware existed in Bez’s wardrobe, and a pair of baggy pants which although being large cling a bit too much on the back, and basically make sure anyone can see the shape of Bez’s ass, which is honestly very good, Cele thought more than once it looked like a peach.

Pecco is not immune as well, he’s constantly shifting his eyes from Bez’s pecs and arms to his ass, and Bez only pretends not to notice, turning around just in time to see Pecco looking away and blushing a bit.

God he can’t believe he’s got the man he’s been thirsting for ages in the shop he works at and that he’s somehow managing to make that man blush.

Now he’s remembering something, Sunday night, after coming back home from his parents’ he went to a bar, he wanted to forget the shit they said.

He got lucky enough to find a guy who sucked him off in the bathroom, the music was loud, so so loud, and the guy didn’t hear when Bez moaned “Pecco” as he came, and God would Bez want to really have Pecco like that.

•••

By four in the afternoon Bez and Pecco look like they’ve been friends their whole life, laughing and joking around, Bez explaining the meaning of his tattoos, and flexing from time to time, Pecco clearly aroused by that.

And Bez is getting tired of waiting, because when will it ever happen again?

When will he have a chance to shoot his shot and ask Pecco Bagnaia out?

“Pecco?” “Yeah?” “Correct me if I’m wrong eh, but you’ve been staring a lot lately and since you seem much too polite or embarrassed to ask, can I ask you out tonight?”

Pecco goes as red as his bike, the tips of his ears are crimson and he’s now sweating as well.

God he’s never been good at flirting or anything but not even ever this bad.

“I - uhm you mean like out out? Like a date?” “Yes. But don’t expect any fancy shit from me, I’ve got just the money to live and have a dinner out once every month, and it’s pizza usually. That’s of course, if you want to go out with me” “Of course I want to, I wanted to ask but I wasn’t sure you wanted and I thought you were just polite and I was misreading this and -“ “Ok calm down now tho, we can drive from here, your bike will be ready by 7, what do you think? It’s just ten minutes away, and the owners are friends of mine, they’ll give me a discount”

Pecco nods, because he can’t trust his voice not to tremble if he speaks, which is fucking pathetic, he’s 27, not 15 asking out his crush, but guess twelve years didn’t change him that much.

He’s still embarrassed when he has to flirt with someone at the bar, and he also has to be extremely careful when he does, the news of him being gay would spread like wildfire and cause serious damage to his public figure. He thinks it’s bullshit, because how would the fact he likes men influence his capability of riding a bike? He’s been the champion for three times now, and he’s always been gay, he’s known since he was 14 and looking only at Luca and not the girls asking him if he was single.

And now, he’s as shy and blushy as he was back then, only now he’s much older and the guy asking him out is much different. Bez looks like the sun threw up and from it grew this sort of light source around which many little planets orbitate.

They keep chatting and from across the shop Franky is watching them, smiling a bit at how cute they look together. Him and Paso, they were a different thing, especially back then when they first met. It wasn’t a nice situation at all, and for a long time Paso was his only family, the only person he could trust.

Just a month after he turned 18, his father had committed suicide. He was the one to find him, and plead and pray to a deaf God to please let him come back. They had been living in Bologna for a little over a year, they moved there for his father’s job, and at first it was good, even if his classmates often picked on him for being different. They called him names, both for the color of his skin and because he never hid the fact he was gay, and it was a shit year.

But the real problem came when, after his father’s death, he was kicked out by the tenant and ended up on the streets. He slept in a park for a week, cold and freezing, had to eat at the soup kitchen, could barely gain pity from a man running a gym to let him take a shower twice a week.

Obviously, the bullying didn’t stop, it increased and found new cruel ways to hurt him. He got told he smelled, that he belonged on the streets and should go back there, he got told since his mother is brazilian she sure was an escort his father knocked up. But the one thing they kept saying the most was that his father had killed himself because he was embarrassed of his son being gay.

He got blamed so much for his father’s death that from time to time he believed it, he believed he was the reason his father wasn’t there anymore. And his mother had become an addict, got admitted in rehab, and she had consumed so many drugs she barely recognised Franky anymore, and when she did, she barely spoke to him.

Obviously, he had to find a way to survive, somewhere to stay and sleep, somewhere to eat. And the only thing he could do was look for it on the streets, talking to other homeless people, and most importantly, dealers.

They offered him two options, either deal or “take care” of other dealers who invaded the territory or acted a bit too bossy. He chose the second one, he didn’t want to directly touch that stuff, and beating up people to get them in line was the closest thing to an outlet he could have.

He got praised a lot, because he made the message always loud and clear when he beat up the others. But money was still a huge problem. And he didn’t stop going to school, because the one thing his father always asked him was to study, and be independent. The bullies kept doing their shit, and the more they did the more violent Franky became once he got assigned a target.

Living the life he was living was absolute and total shit. Increase in money and what he called a salary came with a price, one that would scar him for a while, a long while. He was 18, just a kid, but it’s not like dealers ever cared about that, they hired kids as young as 10 to deal, and drugs weren’t the only things they dealt. People, sex, everything one could give they gave.

And turns out his boss had a huge preference for guys who just turned legal, a proper fucking fetish one could call it. Franco checked all the boxes, and the boss paid well for those hours they spent together. Sometimes it was a fuck, sometimes just a blowie or a handjob. Sometimes he wasn’t alone, but together with two or three other men, either clients or friends, and Franco was just expected to be at their service however they wanted him to be.

That just built up more and more anger, more instability, more need to let it out. So it was no surprise when he beat someone up basically until death, he never knew if that guy ended up living or not, and in that moment he didn’t care, he just needed to get it out.

The day his target turned out to be the one guy who kept bullying him, he knew that that day he could end up actually killing someone. He wanted to hurt that fucker as much as he could, make him understand how much he hurt everyday, make sure he would never pick up on him again.

That’s how he ended up in that dark alley, no one in sight, he couldn’t hear anything beside the thump of his fists against the guy’s face, his bones cracking and the only thing he could see was that guy’s blood on his knuckles.

He wasn’t untouched, he had bruises all over his body and a busted lip, his eyebrow was split and as long as he knew he could’ve had a broken something, but he didn’t feel it.

He remembers hearing the sound of a door opening, and someone running up to him and dragging him away from the guy he was beating, who was rolling on the floor and getting up as Franco was taken away.

“You come here one more time and I’ll make sure you end up in prison for fucking life, you get it? You don't deal near my shop fucker”

The guy ran away, Franco was seeing red, he was trying to get free from the hold this man had on him but to absolutely no avail. The man was far stronger than him, and Franco was still just a kid.

“Oi calm the fuck down ok? He’s gone” “No no no let me go I have to finish him” “No kid, come inside you’re full of blood, come in”

That’s how he met Paso, randomly, because he beat up a guy outside his shop, because Paso understood he did that for some personal reason. Paso had made him take a shower, and change clothes into something which wasn’t stained and stinky as hell. After one hour Franco looked his age again, but the rage was still palpable in his body.

“Why did you stop me? Why do you care?” “How old are you? 17? 18?” “Why would I tell you?” “So that I know if I have to report a missing kid or a missing adult” “You are not reporting anything you get it? You make a call I’m going to kill you” “Why did you run away from home, kid? Your mom’s dealing? Or your father hits you? Why would you do that?” “The fuck you care asking that?”

Paso had let out a breath, this kid really didn’t want help eh? Well too bad, he wouldn’t let a teenager die in a street fight for some pills, especially not if he can see that kid is just scared and trying to understand where he belongs in this fucked up world.

“I just like to help, and also, I’m Mattia, but you can call me Paso” “How did you get that from Mattia?” “My last name”

Paso had pointed at the sign hanging over his head, “Garage Pasini” in bold red letters written on it, Franco got it then. He didn’t want to say anything, but this guy acted more caring towards him in three hours than his own mother and what he called friends did for months.

“Franco” “Are you hungry? I got leftover pizza” “If you offer” “Please”

Franco and Paso talked for a while that night, and for many nights to follow, Paso let Franco sleep there, in the changing room, and Franco worked at the shop, slowly Franco came to trust him completely, Paso convinced him to go to the police and expose the dealers, and even if they did get some death threats it ended up being fine.

When the first salary came, Franky was ecstatic, he had clean money, after too much time spent earning them just to see them get stained by blood.

Paso gave him money in cash, easier to do since Franco didn’t have a bank account, and his address was Paso’s house, who offered to take him in not to leave him every night in the shop.

Then, while Paso was handing him the money, he froze mid air.

“Actually, if you want a little extra I can put a nice 100 more here, I just need a favour”

Franco had gone pale, his heartbeat slowing down, his body felt numb. No. No Paso was gentle and kind and nice and he wouldn’t ask for that right? Because Paso is not like them, he isn’t, he can’t be, Franco couldn’t have traded one Hell for another.

Paso kept looking at him, and Franco just couldn’t refuse that extra money, so he got up from his chair and locked the door. He tied his hair so they wouldn’t get in the way and almost got on his knees, and that’s when Paso realized.

“Franco no no what the fuck no get up” “What?” “No I - sorry fuck I didn’t know they made you do that no no I am not asking you something like that, I just needed you to go to Rimini and it’s just a long way so I was gonna pay you extra, oh God no I don’t want you to do this shit”

Franco had cried, begged for forgiveness, he was so sure he was supposed to do that, and Paso kept reassuring him, there was absolutely no way in Hell he would demand Franco to give himself like that for money.

“It’s ok, calm down, I’m not going to do anything like that, ever, you get it?” “I’m sorry” “You have nothing to be sorry about, absolutely nothing, here, take the hundred, you don’t have to do anything extra, I’ll do it myself, you can stay here in the office if it makes you calm down” “I - can I please go home I need to be alone” “Go, don’t worry, cook yourself something, or order pizza, I’ll be home in three hours and we can watch the match alright?”

Franco had nodded, and like that, he and Paso had grown progressively closer, closer and closer, until, one night a few months later, Franco had come home drunk after a night out with his colleagues.

“Franco it’s five in the morning, wasn’t it supposed to be a chill night?” “Tomorrow is CHRISTMAS who cares about chill Pasoooo” “You’re drunk” “No shit Sherlock”

Franco had hugged him, nestled his head against Paso’s neck, humming against it. Paso needed to distance him. Now. Franco had just turned nineteen, definitely not age appropriate for him, and even if he wanted to kiss him he knew that it would be wrong.

“You are…so stupidly beautiful Matti” “Franco go get a shower” “Please let me kiss you. Just once, please, I’ve been wanting to do it since I started living here, please. I love you Matti” “You’re drunk” “And you’re hard”

Shit fuck. Franco had noticed, and had started to palm him through his boxers, he slept only in those.

“I can give you head you know? Or you can fuck me, whatever you want” “Franco I can’t you’re drunk and a kid” “If you don’t fuck me I’ll have some random do it, do you want me to go out there again?” Paso had kissed him, tongue and teeth and saliva and stupid arousal, then Franco had fainted.

The day after they spoke, Franco wanted to die. Paso tried to reassure him, and they ended up kissing again. And again and again and again, then they fucked, and it was amazing.

From then on, life meant them. Paso and Franco, Franco and Paso. For years. Then came Bez at work, and Franco made his first actual friend in forever, Cele followed soon after.

And now, he’s watching Bez flirt with Pecco Bagnaia and Cele get a sugar daddy, while he stayed by Paso’s side the whole time.

“Franco?” “Mh” “Tonight we’re going out, dress up, I want to see you in that suit” “You just like how my ass looks in that” “Maybe”

•••

When seven comes around, Bez is finished with Pecco’s bike, and if he didn’t bring the Ducati there himself, he wouldn’t have noticed anything different with how it was before. Until he turns it on. It roars in a way that’s most definitely not usual.

“Yeaaaah I might have increased a bit the power” “A bit?” “Sorry I can depower it if you like it better” “No no, just. I hope no one stops me with this and decides to do a full checkup” “Even if they did, they’d let you go, do you know who you are?

Pecco blushes a bit and chuckles, Bez is right, even if he got stopped at a block they’d let him go, that’s the good thing about being him he guesses.

Paso obviously categorically refused to let Bez go before eight, so the last hour of his shift he spends it checking random things, making sure his Pecco poster is actually gone and looking over at Cele who seems a bit off.

“I’ll go check Cele, he doesn’t act like that normally” “Oh uhm ok, I’ll just stay here then” “You can look around, no one’s gonna bite you” “I really don’t like interacting with people, I don’t even know how I had the balls to accept your…invite” “That’s cause I’m irresistible”

Pecco laughs again. With Bez it feels natural to be this…chill. It feels right letting his guard down, he doesn’t know why, it just feels right, good even. The only other person he’s so calm interacting with is Luca, which is good, because it means Bez is a good person, he doesn’t trust bad people usually.

Bez makes it across the sea of wrenches and keels to Cele’s workstation, and the boy looks seriously not fine.

“Celin? What happened? Everything ok at home?” “What? Yes yes why?” “You look sad” “I was thinking about that thing you said earlier, Luca being Vale’s half-brother” “And?” “He knows I love MotoGP, that I want to work there, that Vale is my idol, that - why wouldn’t he at least mention it?” “Maybe he just thought telling you later would be better?” “I spoke two. hours. about Vale and his records. Two hours. He knows how much that man means to my dream”

Bez lets out a breath, patting Cele’s head and telling him he shouldn’t let this jeopardise anything, maybe he wanted to tell but never found the moment, or he didn’t want to seem a showoff.

But Cele still doesn’t look fine, not totally at least. Bez knows he can’t do much when Cele’s like that, so he just returns to his station, 8 is ten minutes away, this means his date with - God it feels impossible - with Pecco is going to start in ten minutes.

He manages to sneak into the changing room unnoticed by Paso and switch to normal clothes, he’s got a plain white shirt with some writing on the back and a pair of jorts, not elegant by any means, probably really inappropriate for a date with a MotoGP World Champion, but one does what he can.

He gets out the changing room and Pecco has already put on the protective jacket, damn he looks so fucking good like that. “Need a helmet?” “No no I uh got one” “Ok let’s go”

Pecco turns around and watches Bez blushing as he grabs the helmet. It’s a normal one with some stickers, he recognises those. There’s his “Nuvola Rossa”, one that reads “GoFree” and more than a few with his “1”, all stuck to the helmet, and Bez tries to avoid eye contact not to blush even more.

“Nice stickers” “They told me they’re about some guy” “Oh really?” “Yeah, really pretty guy with an insane bicep and set of abs” “He sounds amazing” “He is”

Once they arrive at the Pizzeria, Bez gets off the bike and removes his helmet, while Pecco stares intently. Those hair are so beautiful they’re really so pretty he wouldn’t believe they were real if he hadn’t looked at them for two days straight.

“Do you intend on staying here or do you want to eat?” “Ah yeah sorry”

Pecco turns off the bike engine and brings his helmet along, still staring a bit at Bez’s one, and at the mass of curls that bounce lightly when Bez walks.

Would they bounce like that if he rode my dick?

He has to snap out of it, he can’t get hard before the date even starts, at a restaurant, where people know Bez. When they get in, there’s no one, did Bez book it whole? The two guys working there seem to be all but cooks. One is busy rolling a joint and the other is trying to steal some food without the first one noticing.

“Edo fucks sake! I told you I’d bring a date and you - put that away!” “Oh shut up man it’s never a bother for your dates” “This one is diff- put. that. away” “Marco” “What Ale” “That’s uhm the guy with you, have I been intoxicated by Edo or?” “No you’re seeing right, he’s Pecco”

Pecco isn’t very comfortable, having this complete stranger talk to Bez about him right in front of him, he wanted to avoid this at all costs, having people recognise him and ask for pictures or shit like that, especially if it means there’s time taken away from their date.

“Can I?” “No Ale maybe next time, please, just bring us the menus”

The guy goes in the back, and immediately brings them their menus, walking back behind the counter staring at them from time to time.

“Sorry about uhm, them” “No no it’s ok” “Really, I begged Edo not to roll tonight when you were here” “It’s fine Bez, really”

Bez looks at him, smiling a bit, then the guy named Edo comes over to their table, asking Pecco what pizza he’d like, Pecco going for a plain Margherita, and walks away, not considering Bez in the slightest.

“He already knows my order, don’t worry. Ah also, you’re fine with beer, yes?” “Uh yeah sure” “Perfect, they don’t have wine anyway”

Pecco pulls a bit of a face, and Bez notices, but doesn’t comment on it. He knows Pecco is used to much finer places and service, but he also hopes he can be good enough to make up for the lack of fanciness of the restaurant.

Their Pizzas arrive not too long after they order and the beers come along with them, Bez got a red one and Pecco a blonde.

“Uhm listen if you don’t like it here or - you know they piss you off we can go somewhere else, there’s a nicer Pizzeria not too far from here, and you can get wine if you’d like and also it’d suit you better for sure” “Bez, here is fine, really, you could’ve brought me to a street food truck and it would’ve been ok. I care about spending time with you outside that hellhole” “I just want to do something nice for you” “This is nice. Trust me, and the food is really good, that’s all that matters”

Bez smiles, and Pecco smiles back, because with Bez is that easy, he’s contagious, once he’s near you, you just can’t help but feel better, it’s like he produces happiness and reassurance. Pecco just hopes he doesn’t forget to produce enough for himself as well.

They keep eating, Bez is clearly very hungry, and they don’t talk too much, mostly because Bez is scared he’ll push too much on the MotoGP side of Pecco’s life. When they get out Bez asks him to walk a bit, he needs air to calm down and try to build a conversation with him, one that isn’t just him clearly flirting shamelessly .

“Sooo except for being exceptionally good at your job, how are you in your daily life?” “I really like to spend time with Turbo, oh and cooking, I love to cook, Luca teached me some basics and from then I just started to cook everything” “Nothing else? What movies do you like? Or what’s your favourite song?” “I like action movies, but the ones with romance like Star Wars, and I’d say my favourite song is one from AC/DC, don’t force me to choose tho, I love all of them” “Sorry I’m asking questions like I’m an interviewer” “It’s fine Bez, do you want gelato?”

Bez lights up like a kid, Pecco swears his eyes sparkled for real, like a little star just shone in Bez’s eyes when he mentioned getting gelato. He knows he shouldn’t eat it, especially after he already ate pizza, but one cheat day won’t ruin him, and Bez looks so enthusiastic at the idea of eating it he can’t really say no.

They sit on a bench and chat a bit, Bez talks about his sisters, but doesn’t focus on other members of the family, probably they’re not as close or something happened between them. Pecco mentions the Ranch, Vale, the Academy, and Bez listens to everything, enchanted, like a sailor hearing the singing of a siren.

When Bez calls him beautiful, Pecco goes as red as he possibly can, and returns the compliment, making Bez smile again. However, Pecco intends on hearing that laugh, the one that makes Bez tip his head back and shows that little diastema he’s got.

So he tells him about one night when he was 17, when he wanted to seem cool and shit, and he and Martin chose to steal some bikes and go around the paddock, ending up crashing into an Hospitality in the paddock. But not just against it, inside it. They just drove right in and fell on the buffet, both tried to run away but got caught and were scolded while completely covered in food dripping from their hair and faces.

Bez starts laughing and Pecco just keeps looking at him, because God he’s so pretty and perfect and Pecco just wants to hear him laugh everyday. How can he be so taken by a guy he barely knows? Who cares, if this guy makes him feel like this, then maybe he found “the one” you spend your whole life thinking about. Yeah, Pecco is fairly sure Bez is his “one”

They get up from the bench and start walking towards the bike, and Pecco pretty quickly realises they’re holding hands. He didn’t notice immediately, cause it felt so natural being close to Bez he didn’t notice their hands.

“Franci”

Pecco turns around with a questioning look as Bez keeps holding his hands and looking at him.

“Franci?” “Everyone calls you Pecco, I want to call you a different way” “Fair”

As time slows down, Bez walks closer, pulls Pecco in by his hand and presses his lips against Pecco’s, a very chaste and still kiss at first, then Pecco kisses back, and in a matter of seconds they are making out, Pecco’s hands wandering under Bez’s shirt and Bez moving his to tangle in Pecco’s hair and keep him close. When he does it, Pecco whimpers, and Bez smiles in the kiss, while Pecco tries to get his breath back, failing after making out for two minutes straight.

“Fuck” “Was it nice?” “Yeah a lot, you kiss very well” “Been told I’m too demanding” “I like that”

Bez smirks and pulls Pecco back into another kiss, this time he bites his lip and moans softly in Pecco’s mouth when they press closer. They break away and smile, blushing deeply when meeting each other’s eyes.

“Bez do you - would you want to see one of my trophies?” “Of course! When?” “Tonight, if you want” “But…don’t you live in Pesaro?” “Yeah but I still have my suitcase packed from Mugello, I really didn’t have the time to take anything out of it, I can show you the trophy”

Bez isn’t crazy, yes he’s an idiot, a moron and some other things but he isn’t crazy.

“Let’s go then no?”

Pecco gets on the bike, securing the helmet and waiting for Bez to do the same, once Bez is set Pecco tries to do the first move, but Bez is much quicker and has already wrapped his arms around Pecco’s torso, squeezing a bit.

The ride to Pecco’s Hotel is not long, something like 15 minutes during which Bez constantly tries to tease him, play with his hair at red lights.

Once they get there, Bez barely kisses him before staring at Pecco who scrambles to find the hotel keycard. Once found, he’s quick in inserting the code to open the sliding doors at the entrance of the Hotel, then they both run up the stairs pretty quickly and then Pecco opens the door, and Bez barges in, looking around, studying the clothes Pecco left behind.

Pecco excuses himself for the mess and Bez doesn’t even pay attention to his words, too focused on realising he’s in his Hotel Room, and that this invite is most definitely not one to “see the trophy” and then go.

Pecco opens the suitcase and takes the trophy out, not bothering to check what else is in there, passing it to Bez who takes it with shaky hands.

He admires the trophy for a while, while Pecco admires him, his hands, his face and smile.

Bez then walks to the suitcase to put it back in and notices something, and Pecco notices it too, going red like the polo he’s wearing and starts uttering nonsense.

“Enjoyed yourself?” “No that’s uhm not mine for sure” “You said you haven’t unpacked since Mugello, you brought it along?” “Oh my - yes I did but it doesn’t matter” “Missed the real thing?”

Pecco is flustered again, looking anywhere but Bez, trying to avoid eye contact to preserve some dignity. But Bez is resolute tonight, and after putting the trophy back where it was and smiling at the dildo Pecco brought, he sticks two fingers past his jeans hem, pulling him in and starting kissing his neck slowly.

“Bez” “Call me Marco please”

Bez is pushed towards the bed, where he switches their positions and lays Pecco down on the mattress.

Both their clothes come off pretty quickly, no one bothers to check where they end up, most of them thrown on the floor, some probably even landed in the still open suitcase.

Once they’re just in boxers Bez starts teasing, leaving small kisses on Pecco’s neck, licking and biting at his throat lightly, just enough to leave a faint mark. Pecco whimpers underneath him, tensing a bit, biting his lip and trying to keep quiet at least a bit not to show how turned on he really is.

But Bez starts grinding on him, and good god does Pecco want him inside right now, because he’s fantasised about this for the last two days, and he can’t wait to actually feel it.

Pecco tries to take off his boxers but Bez starts kissing at his chest, both hands on either side of Pecco’s head, caging him there, while all Pecco can see is a mess of curls making its way towards his dick. He whines, and when he’s sure Bez is going to free his dick from containment the guy just moves back up, starting to make out with him again, taking away his breath and pressing him more against the bed.

Meanwhile, Bez moves one hand from beside Pecco’s head and sneaks it past the hem of Pecco’s boxers, starting to touch him lightly, just to tease and see how much Pecco wants it.

“Franci”

Pecco opens his eyes, running them over all of Bez’s body, trying to get a peek of his bulge.

“Can I top Franci? I really really want to fuck you” “Yes yes yes”

Bez starts stroking Pecco’s dick, slow, feels like torture, it probably is, the way it’s so much and not enough at the same time, Pecco knows he’s covered in precum, he felt it when his dick was pressed against the boxers and he felt the wet spot bothering him.

“Lube” “First draw -ah- first drawer”

Bez breaks away to get it and Pecco uses the moment to his advantage, stripping off his underwear and propping himself up on his elbows, watching Bez’s back and shoulder blades. Fuck he’s so beautiful. Pecco wants to scratch his back, leave marks, bites, dig his nails there, anything to show he’s been there, holding by his back as he got railed mercilessly.

Bez turns back around and gets on the bed, lets the lube bottle fall on the bed and spreads Pecco’s legs, looking how his dick keeps spurting out precum form time to time, and how he’s sweaty as he is after a race, God Bez only dreamt to fuck Pecco in this blissful state.

He squirts some lube on his fingers, coating them with it, then slowly pushing a finger in, meeting basically no resistance. Interesting. “You got action yesterday Franci?” “I no no, I didn’t” “Ah, you had fun with your little toy then?”

Bez laughs a bit, then looks over at the suitcase, pulling his finger out and walking over there, taking the dildo in hand and studying it, Pecco is blushing and has covered his face with both hands, legs still spread, his dick hard and red.

Bez gets closer, smirking, softly calling out for Pecco, asking him to take his hands off his face, to look at him. Because oh God does he want to see how he melts under him .

“What do you say? I’ll open you up with this and then fuck you isn’t that a good idea?” “Just please do something” “Pretty”

Bez pushes two fingers in this time, but once again, it’s almost no resistance, Pecco must’ve used the toy in the morning for sure, just before coming to his workplace, fuck, he was there, open and loose while Bez was repairing his bike clueless. He deems Pecco ready to take it, he’ll pull out if he gets told anything, obviously.

As soon as he pushes the dildo in, Pecco whines, clenching around the toy, Bez knows the stretch must be uncomfortable, but Pecco doesn’t budge, and unless he hears the word stop he isn’t going to back up.

He starts moving it, slowly, in and out, watching as Pecco moans and keeps the eye contact constant, Bez is going crazy and Pecco knows that. The stretch feels like that unbearable sensation between painful and pleasing, Pecco wants it to hurt at least a little bit, that bit that makes sure he can enjoy the pleasure more, no guilt for feeling good if he feels the pain beforehand.

But the thing is he desperately needs Bez to rail him, because yes, he fucked with Luca, but he hadn’t been actually attracted to someone he ends up in bed with in months, it’s like getting drunk again after a long while not touching alcohol, it’s someting that rewires your brain and gets you high for need.

“Fuck me please Marco” “You sure you’re ready Franci?” “Yesyes I am hurry up, please”

Bez plays with the toy a bit more, pushing it in all the way, keeping it still, then he finally finds his mercy and takes the dildo out, tossing it somewhere on the bed, closing the distance between his and Pecco’s lips, pushing his tongue in, and taking his boxers off, stroking his own dick a few times. He grabs the condom he grabbed earlier alongside the lube and rolls it down his dick, coating it with a thin layer of lube again, stroking it lightly and then he finally pushes inside.

Pecco feels amazing, he’s hot and wet and tight and it makes Bez go absolutely insane.

They both need each other in ways words alone surely can’t explain right now, Bez needs him like he needs to eat, and Pecco needs Bez like he needs to breathe.

Bez sorta eats him, with the way he sinks his teeth in the flesh of Pecco’s shoulder as he starts moving, the unmistakable trace of a bite standing there proud, daring. Maybe this is just a dream and he’ll wake up finding out nothing ever actually happened, that he just had a three day long wet dream about his idol.

That, or he’ll wake up tomorrow morning knowing he marked the skin of the man he’s been obsessed with for three years now, and he fucked him, he wants to wake up and know he ruined Pecco, that every other guy he manages to get with, Pecco will always compare them to Bez, and obviously Bez would always be better.

Pecco wraps his legs around Bez’s waist, forcing him to be closer, glued to him basically, and his arms are no better, pulling him in, caging Bez between his chest and arms, scratching and biting only adding to the fun, Bez moaning like a slut every time his neck is teased, Pecco doing the same at each thrust Bez makes.

They keep moaning and panting in each others’ mouths, Pecco trying to maintain eye contact while Bez increases his pace, fucking faster and deeper, they sound obscene together, the squelch from the lube and the slap of skin-skin contact together with their moans and whimpers create an atmosphere worth a porno.

Bez gets one hand in Pecco's hair and pulls lightly, just to move his head slightly and be able to kiss him at the junction of his neck and jaw. He doesn’t expect Pecco to let out a sound like that and clench around his dick that much, Bez feels like he could cum right that instant, instead he bites down on the spot he aimed for and moans there, letting go of Pecco’s hair and stopping to look at him.

“You like it that much? Or is it me?” “Don’t flatter your -fuck -yourself too much” “Oh so you’ve got a kink for people pulling your hair? Wonder what sounds you’ll make once I fuck you on all fours and I constantly pull your hair to hear you moan”

Pecco goes red and hides his face, Bez starts moving again, panting hard and fucking deep into Pecco, moaning and grunting in his ear as Pecco keeps whimpering and moaning like crazy. Bez is completely insane now, he wants Pecco to crumble under him, to melt and become moldable to Bez’s will, and Pecco would do that if he only wasn’t something like five seconds away from his orgasm.

“Fuck, Pecco you’re amazing can’t I believe this, that I get to fuck you, ah please please let me cum on your abs please” “Whatever you want, just don’t stop”

Bez keeps going, kissing Pecco again, Pecco kissing back, intertwining their hands to stay closer, Pecco moaning Bez’s name directly in his ear, needing more and wanting to feel Bez as much as he can before it’s over.

They don’t last long, Pecco reaching his orgasm first, aching his back slightly and going liquid under Bez’s touch, clenching around him, Bez who keeps enough sanity to pull out and remove the condom, then jerking himself off and coming in spurts all over his abs, their comes mixing.

“Can’t let you dirty now can I?”

And before Pecco can even understand what was said, Bez starts licking his abs clean, proceeding to make out with Pecco one more time, both can taste each other in the kiss, and they get lost in the pleasure. Pecco is basically falling asleep, barely keeping his eyes open. Bez goes to the bathroom and grabs a washcloth, cleaning Pecco of the last drops, not wanting him to feel sticky, then he fishes around the suitcase for a change of underwear, and manages to put them on Pecco, who’s now asleep.

He decides to sleep naked, not wanting to steal anything from him, and still high on the sensation of having sex with Pecco. A dream come true, something he won’t ever forget. He has to max every opportunity, because he doesn’t know if Pecco will want him again, or if he should even stay, but he’s going to do it because at least he’ll know he didn’t just have sex, but cared for him as well.

Bez falls asleep hugging Pecco, loving how he gets to be the big spoon, holding onto the man as tight as he can, not to ever forget this moment.

•••

When Pecco wakes up to an empty bed he thinks he fucked up. Bez didn’t stay, of course he didn’t, no one stays after, because then what’s the point of these hookups?

As he gets up from the bed he hears the door open.

Fuck what time is it? Has he overslept so much that the cleaning lady is already here?

He puts on a shirt and he’s about to send the lady out when he sees the mass of curls that’s been lying in his head the past days putting two croissants on the table in the entrance of the room trying to be as quiet as possible as he takes off his shoes, then turning around and letting out a yelp.

“I thought you were still sleeping, fuck! You scared me” “I’m sorry I thought you were the cleaning lady” “...Do I look like one?” “No no! I just assumed you were, you know, gone”

There it goes, same as always, Bez finds someone to go out with, ends up sleeping with them, and the next morning they want him gone. It’s pattern, routine, how the Hell you wanna call it, it’s normal. He hoped, foolishly, that things could take a different turn with Pecco, maybe another date, maybe a “let’s eat breakfast together”, or a “stay for lunch, let’s talk”. But clearly it isn’t the case, and tears start building up in his eyes.

“Uhm I can go now then, you can keep the food I’m not really hungry, sorry for overstaying” “Marco no it’s not what I meant I’m stupid and I just woke up, I thought you were gone cause I thought you wanted to leave” “Why would I want to leave” “I don’t know, sorry, can we eat breakfast together?”

Bez smiles lightly, and turns towards the food, handing one bag to Pecco, then switching bags, then taking them both.

“Ok so, this one’s sour cream and this one’s chocolate, which one do you prefer?” “If you don’t want it I’d take the chocolate one” “I like both, just choose Franci”

Pecco goes for the chocolate one in the end, he prefers the taste, and the stuffing doesn’t spill as much when you bite it, as does Bez’s, that ends up mostly on the table, Bez staring at the cream with a surrendered look on his face.

They chat a bit, and Pecco is happy knowing Bez didn’t just run away the moment he fell asleep, or this morning, but that he’s here instead, having breakfast with him, talking like normal people.

Then it’s time for Bez to leave and go to work, Paso is going to yell at him for sure, it’s already 9, he made up some emergency thing with Rubik, but he better go there fast and not give in to the desire of having Pecco again. It’s difficult, mainly when Pecco is looking at him like that and when Pecco initiates a kiss, quickly pushing his tongue past Bez’s lips and gluing him to the wall.

“Mh Franci gotta go” “I’ll be quick, I swear” “Franci I’d love to but I’m late” “I just want to suck you off please”

And well now, honestly, how can someone in his right mind refuse such a nice offer? You can’t, and Bez can’t either, so he lets Pecco get down on his knees and palm him through his jeans, Bez lets out a choked sound and gets his hand in Pecco’s hair, pulling a bit, making Pecco whimper.

Bez is about to apologize when he looks down and sees Pecco taking the zip between his teeth and slowly pulling it down, then pressing his face there, on Bez’s now really hard dick. Pecco mouths at it, but nothing more, he unbuttons the jeans and they fall on the ground, when it’s time for boxers, Pecco once again uses his teeth to pull them down, helping himself with his hands a bit, then happily taking Bez in, not whole, but almost, choking a bit on it.

Bez gasps when it happens, and keeps his hand in Pecco’s hair the whole time, tugging and pulling a bit, as Pecco keeps giving him head, stroking with his hand the portion of dick he can’t swallow yet. Pecco wants to prove himself and Bez is desperate for release being this late to work.

“Franci please, fuck, I’m late please”

Pecco keeps going, taking Bez further down his throat every second more, breathing through his nose and moaning around Bez’s dick, sending vibrations to the younger’s brain, making him shiver.

Bez is conflicted, because on one hand he needs to come fast, wash his face and rush to go to work, on the other hand, he doesn’t want this to end, he needs Pecco’s mouth around his cock for hours, that tongue too, fuck, it’s so good, and he wants more, he really really wants more.

But he has to go, so he gives up, coming down Pecco’s throat and watching as he swallows everything, as Pecco licks his dick clean and rides Bez’s boxers back up his legs, putting them back to their original position, doing the same with the pants, finally getting up from the floor in the end.

“Do you? A hand?” “No no I uhm, I’m ok” “You came while sucking me off?” “Shut up” “Who knew Pecco Bagnaia was so sensitive?” “Shut. up. You were whining about work now go, I have to rethink my morning cause you won’t fuck me” “You can come to my house this evening, I’ll be more than happy to make up for lost time”

Pecco smirks and Bez pulls him in, kissing him slowly and still being needy for him, despite knowing he can’t have him right now.

“I can’t this evening, I’ve got PR meetings with Ducati today and tomorrow morning” “Oh” “Yeah I’ll be at Borgo but we can text, right? I never asked you for your number” “Oh fuck, right, yeah, gimme”

Pecco lets Bez type his phone number in his contact list and save himself as “Marco ;)”, making the older smile.

They part ways kissing once more, both knowing they should talk about this, exchanging numbers, kiss the morning after, be this affectionate. Pecco already feels like this is a relationship while being conscious a relationship might be the last thing Bez wants.

But it feels nice nonetheless, knowing Bez didn’t take this as a one night stand, even if he could still see it as a fuckbuddies situation, it’s still better than just a fuck.

•••

At work, Cele doesn’t feel fine. Bez’s words kept running around his brain the whole day, how Luca could be Vale’s step brother and how he felt betrayed Luca wouldn’t tell him.

Ok maybe Luca and Vale don’t have the best relationship in the world, but fuck, Cele mentioned Vale thousands of times, Luca could’ve at least said it no? And yeah they haven’t known each other that long but Cele is still under a sugarbaby contract, he doubts Luca just goes around proposing them, he did say he chose Cele for a reason so he could have mentioned “oh yeah Vale is my brother but we don’t speak much, thought I’d let you know”

But no. Maybe Bez was hallucinating. Yeah it can be, that kid could be someone else after all, just a blonde kid with blue eyes calling out for Vale. Yeah.

He’ll ask anyway, because he wants to be sure this is all a big mistake and Luca didn’t lie to him.

When Luca arrives, Bez has been there for an hour already, a scent which is definitely not his accompanying him and scratches on his back communicated to Cele everything he had to know about the night before that Bez had passed with Pecco. But Bez always has to talk about that.

“Celin you don’t understand” “Is he big?” “He’s average, but it didn’t matter” “...He’s a bottom?” “Celinnnnnnn he’s the bottom, like…God I need him again” “Not here thanks” “He was amazing, and before coming here he sucked me off this morning, I will never want another blowie if it doesn’t come from him”

Cele stares at him with a half disgusted half “I don’t believe you” face, and Bez immediately gets his friend is not feeling well, because usually he’d be asking a lot more details and joking about it with Bez.

“Man what’s going on?” “Still the same from yesterday” “Celin he’ll tell you if that’s the case trust me! Maybe he wants to trust you a bit more?” “I’m pissed off anyways, I’ll talk to him” “You do you”

Bez walks back to his station, leaving Cele to his own workload, as Paso and Franky act disgusting once more, Franco fully on gluing himself to Paso and kissing him before starting to work on a bike that’s been sitting there for a week already.

Cele tries to focus, he really does, but the thought of Luca blatantly keeping him from something like that…it angers him. And like, rationally he knows he hasn’t known Luca that long to know his family secrets ok? But on the other hand, fuck. He told Luca how much he admires and loves Vale.

So when Luca comes around at 8, he’s ready. He spent two hours making up a speech about how he wants to be trusted and trust, how he wants to know things that are important, and how he needs clarity if Luca wants the contract to go well.

As soon as Luca greets him, his two hours of preparations fumble

“Are you Vale’s brother?”

Luca is frozen in place, completely still, unmoving. Shock is clear in his eyes, and his body language tells Cele everything he has to know.

“What” “Are you Valentino Rossi's brother? Or half brother I don’t know” “Wha- Cele where the fuck did you - what” “Can you just answer?”

Cele is too demanding. He knows that, but he needs to know, like when he was 6 he needed to know why his brother would look at him with anger instead of pride when he managed to take apart and reassemble a small engine faster than him.

Or when he was 4 he needed to know why his brother would look at him so angrily whenever their dad picked him up and played with him.

Now he needs to know this.

“I - can we sit down?” “No” “Cele is a complicated thing” “It’s a yes or no question” “Oh my -yes ok? Fuck! you are…fuck why would you bring this shit up”

Cele feels bad, betrayed and lied to. Which he was.

“So you just lied to me” “No. You never asked, don’t act like you asked or like I owed you any fucking information about my family” “I spoke about Vale for hours, Luca. Fucking hours” “Yeah and I hated it”

Cele frowns, it didn’t seem like it, Luca seemed captivated by Cele’s words and analisys the times he spoke about his now-not-secret-brother. He thought maybe Luca was jealous or annoyed.

“What are you? Jealous?” “No Cele I’m not jealous, I just hate my fucking brother ok? Is it that difficult to imagine?” “When he’s Valentino Rossi? Yes it’s difficult” “You don’t know him, yeah you might have stalked his stats and shit like that, you might know he has those damn dogs, but you don’t know Valentino”

Cele looks at Luca as if he’s an alien, cause he can’t phantom one single reason why someone should hate Vale, unless that someone is like…Gibernau probably. Or Biaggi. Lorenzo as well, and Stoner. Yeah Stoner.

Luca is visibly uncomfortable, but Cele isn’t one to give up, yeah he knows the truth now but he wants an explanation as to why he wasn’t told something this important. Does Luca think he’ll try and use his connections to find richer guys? His brother? Does Luca think he’ll be used to get to Vale somehow?

The clock hits eight but Cele is nowhere done in this conversation, and Paso looks like he doesn’t want this shit to go down at his shop.

“I wanna talk about it, wait for me outside” “Cele there’s really nothing to talk about” “Oh but there is. Wait there”

Cele goes into the changing room angry, red as fuck and on the verge of throwing something to someone. He almost throws his overalls to Franco when he speaks to him. The older says something about building trust and not expect it for granted, Cele tells him to fuck off. Bez tries again to calm Cele down earning a loud “shut the fuck up” from his best friend.

When he gets out, Luca is there, waiting, biting at his fingernails, and as soon as he sees Cele Luca crosses his arms and looks at him with one eyebrow raised.

Cele gets in the car and waits for Luca to drive to his house, they don’t speak in the elevator, but once Luca closes the door behind Cele, they start again, Cele visibly angry at what happened at the shop.

“I really want to know why you would hide something as important as that” “Cause it’s not important! It’s not like we hang out! I hate the fucker ok?” “Even if you did it doesn't mean you can hide it like that from me! Fuck it’s Valentino Rossi not some random guy!” Luca is getting angry. He doesn’t like getting angry, he actually hates it, because when he gets angry he raises his voice and can also get physical and he really doesn’t want that to happen.

“Stop! Stop idolizing him! He’s not a good person for fuck’s sake he’s a horrible brother!” “You could have mentioned it Luca. Once. Just once” “Why? Why does it matter?” “Because! Why would you trust me with a fucking contract that says I can have whatever I want from you but not with this information?” “God you sound like a spoiled kid Cele, I thought you were a normal guy not a tantrum-throwing toddler”

Cele is 6, and they’re all talking, but stop once he’s in the room.He can see his dad smile at him as Cele shows him the small engine he just made.“Bravo Celin”The others watch with suspicion, his brother, with anger.His older cousins stare at him with a smirk as he faintly hears his mother conversing with her sister.

“He just doesn’t understand everything, he’s slow sometimes, and he doesn't get what we say” “He is a nice boy but…he’s a bit stupid. That’s why I don’t tell him things”

Then, Cele is 15, he’s firm in his desire to work in MotoGP, become mechanic there, make the difference.Cele finds out his family’s having problems with bills cause he overhears his brother talking with his friends about how money is tight and he can’t make it to the hangout, he eavesdrops while the older says his name.“Cele just wouldn’t get it, and he’s always there asking for new shit to fix while we struggle to pay the fucking electricity, but my parents obviously waste their money on him cause he’s so special”

Cele is 18 and crying cause no one told him how sick grandpa was, and his death had hit like a brick to his chest.That time, his brother had taken his side, saying their parents didn’t treat him like a grown up, how they sheltered him out of fear.

Cele got used to people not telling him things because they thought he wouldn’t get them, that he’d misunderstand, not comprehend.They just labelled him as dumb and slow and let it be.

Now, Cele is 21 and he’s reliving those moments. In his head, Luca considers him stupid, unable to understand things, unable to be trusted with information.

“Fuck you Luca, I’m not a kid” “You’re acting like one” “Cause I want you to trust me? Really?” “Cause you demand information about me! Why would you do that? Huh?” “Why didn’t you just tell me? It’s not like I’d go around saying it” “I don’t owe you explanations”

With that, Cele gets out. Yes. It’s childish and it makes him look ridiculous, but he doesn’t fucking care, he just hoped Luca trusted him and instead he found out Luca didn’t even trust him with basic things and now he’s really fucking angry.

The walk home is full of curses and regret, he wants to go back, apologise, but he also is convinced Luca just doesn’t trust him, probably considers him brainless like his family, or his teachers and friends did back home.

•••

Luca is angry, what the fuck does Cele want? He’s not entitled to his past, no one is. Luca is not Valentino’s brother, or anything like that, he’s Luca, a famous lawyer with a shining career and who’s got every kind of magazine knocking at his door to convince him to pose for them.

Vogue, Vanity Fair, Elle, Glamour. They all want him, and they don’t ask for secrets, only if he's got a boyfriend from time to time, if he wants to settle down, if he really likes only guys.

And now, the kid he just put under a contract pretends to know if he’s Vale’s brother and gets angry when he finds out he is and didn’t tell him? What. The actual. Fuck.

He wanted this to go well so fucking much, because he felt like he deserved it. Fuck.

He opens a bottle of something and starts drinking. Trust. Cele talked about trust.

It’s not that Luca doesn’t trust him, it’s that he simply doesn’t want to relive the times Vale rejected him for not being his perfect little motogp obsessed brother, how they fought multiple times, how he got called a delusion.

He hates thinking about it.

He grabs his phone and goes out, he needs a serious drink and possibly someone to fuck his anger out on. At the bar, he finds the first, but he’s not so lucky with the second, and he’s getting more and more frustrated as each second passes. He orders his fifth drink, he’s pretty gone now, and the bartender is basically asking him to leave, cause he keeps looking with anger at anyone who approaches him and isn’t clearly interested in sleeping with him. He calls a Taxi and makes it home around eleven something, bumping into furniture and taking his glass, pouring some whiskey.

•••

Mig hears a noise around midnight, but it’s not unusual for Luca to be up at that time anyway, usually he’s working, or downing a drink after a long day in the office.

Or maybe this time he’s just having sex with that kid, yeah it’s probably that, so he can honestly ignore all the noise and not be subjected to the sound of his crush fucking another guy during the night.

He hears another one, it’s most definitely a chair falling down, God are they fucking in the kitchen?

Who cares honestly, who cares, Luca found a new toy ok, he can have fun with it, see how long the boy lasts before starting to be pretentious, before he asks absurd things and before he falls for Luca.

There’s another noise, thud, then he can distinctly hear a glass bottle break, shatter.

There's silence after it. Mig starts to get worried, these are not sounds of people having sex.

Luca’s alcoholism issues aren’t a secret to Mig, he had to drag him out of disgusting bars more than once, he had to force him to throw up, he had to lock cabinets with alcohol bottles for days and see Luca getting furious when Mig had just complied to his requests.

He gets his keys to Luca’s attic, he never gave them back, Luca never asked him to, it was a safety measure, a way of knowing someone had his back all the time.

He knocks, waits for Luca to answer, but no words are spoken.

“Luca? Are you there? Lu? Luca fucking hell I’m coming in!”

When he opens the door, Luca is on the ground, a broken bottle laying beside him and the smell of alcohol everywhere.

“Luca get the fuck up” “No” “Get. The fuck. Up” “Leave me alone Andre! Fucking hell I want another whiskey” “No let it go”

Luca tries to push him away, get a new bottle, but Mig stops him.

Luca’s eyes are red, he’s been crying for a while obviously, and he drank more than just a few glasses.

Mig helps him up, balancing him against the kitchen counter. Luca smells like alcohol and cigarettes, but it’s still a better smell than what Mig could’ve imagined. He goes to grab the broom, cleaning up the shards scattered on the floor. Luckily the bottle who broke was empty so no liquid stained anything, the only damage being a small cut in Luca’s palm and the cracking underneath Mig’s feet, who quickly removes the dangers and throws it away.

“You shouldn’t have come here Andre, I’m fine” “Oh shut up you are not ok” “There’s nothing you can do to help me” “You know I can always help you somehow Luca” “Careful with what you promise Andre” “I know what I’m promising”

Mig goes to grab a glass of water to give Luca, and he can feel Luca’s gaze on his body, running over it.

“Come here Andre”

Mig obeys, like he used to do back when he was Luca’s, like he used to do when they shared a bed, and leaves the glass beside the sink.

“Mh you smell nice, is this one of the colognes I bought you?” “Yes” “It suits you” “Thanks”

Luca licks a stripe up Mig’s neck, kissing at his jaw, sneaking a hand up his shirt, squeezing his hip.

“Do you want to stand here or get on your knees?”

And Mig can’t do anything but what Luca asks him to do, he’s under a spell from that man, he wants him, and even if he knows Luca doesn’t and never will this is still something.

A scarce and really dim light at the end of a tunnel he can’t walk through.

Mig unzips Luca’s pants and tugs down his boxers, he’s not hard yet, but he knows how to get him there.

Luca is just staring, a condescending look plastered on his face as he watches.

“Andre”

Mig starts stroking Luca’s dick, then he spits on his hand and starts once again, his movements smoother now, and in less than a minute Luca is fully hard, and Mig wastes no time in wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking lightly and licking away the precum coming out of the slit.

Luca makes a sound of approval, something between a moan and a grunt that really turns Mig on, his cock still trapped under layers of uncomfortable clothing.

Mig wants to get fucked, like a lot, so he keeps sucking, hoping that Luca will want to bend him over something and take him there.

He swallows more of Luca’s dick, choking on it at one point but never letting go.

He keeps bobbing his head, Luca’s fingers now pulling his hair, not dictating a pace, just a reminder of the power Luca has over him, of how much he’s actually submitted to the younger.

“You’re really good Andre, but I want to fuck you. Get up come on, take off your pants and boxers and bend over, good”

Mig follows the instructions, waiting for Luca to push inside him.

“I need to prep you I’m not a psycho” “I’m ready Luca” “Oh. You did it yourself? When?” “Earlier at - fuck -at home”

As they are speaking Luca chooses to slip inside, just to mess with Mig, tease him, get him even more needy for something he can hold the power of.

“Ah yes, feels good”

When Mig tries to speak Luca decides it’s the right time to starts moving, snapping his hips

back and forth, fucking deep into Mig, feeling how much the older clenches around his dick.

Mig moans, they both do, a mess of sounds and pleads not mixing well together, just overlapping each other, Luca’s hands are holding Mig’s hips in a strong grip, leaving marks probably, bruises even. It feels good. Somehow.

Mig knows this means nothing, that he’s just a thing Luca is using to feel better, and that tomorrow they won’t talk about it, that tonight, Luca will be sleeping here, and he will be sleeping in his own bed.

Luca doesn’t bother thinking about the morality of where he’s sticking his dick, not that he ever did really, before mastering the idea of having a sugar baby Luca would fuck whoever looked decently good and didn’t take more than a few pills of MD.

But the thing is, Luca is so damn good even when he’s like this, even when he’s more…aggressive, less caring, angrier. And Mig really isn’t that strong to refuse Luca, to refuse those small and meaningless moments where he can feel some warmth radiating from the person he loves.

Unrequited love sucks, not just because he doesn’t love you back, that can happen while you’re in a relationship as well, no. It’s seeing him happy with other people. All kinds of people, everyone, except you. And then, you start spiralling, and your brain starts twisting. You must be the problem, you must be wrong in every aspect of your life, you must be undesirable.

But right now, right now he feels a bit better. Because Luca asked him to be with him tonight, asked to make him feel better. He’s being a bit rough, yes, but Luca has never been gentle, just a bit less hard sometimes, but gentle definitely wasn’t a word fitting the description of Luca.

“Fuck how long has it been Andre? You’re - tight fuck” “Two months, probably” “Ah you should go out there more you know? People would kill to fuck you, your ass is wonderful”

And now he feels worse again. Being viewed just as a sexual object isn’t new to him, at all. When you’re sixteen and you get kicked out of your house because your parents find out you’re bi and have a boyfriend and you don’t really have anywhere to go given your boyfriend breaks up with you, you really don’t have much choice.

You either sell yourself, sell meth, or both. Yeah you could work, but where would you stay? Becoming a squatter was the only solution, him and five others, all squatters, all dealers, all prostitutes.

He feels like that again, paid to be used, and right now Luca won’t even pay him, he’ll just use him, then leave him there, like a dirty rag. It sucks, it’s disgusting, it’s horrible and it makes Mig feel bad about basically everything in his life. But that dim light, Luca moaning his name, kissing the nape of his neck, caressing his hips. That makes it bearable.

“Andre”

Luca bites at his shoulder, loosening the grip on his hips, squeezing his ass. Mig moans, he’s getting close, Luca as well, he can feel it, and hear it. He’s going to come against the kitchen counter and Luca will come inside him, just to abandon him right after. But it’s going to be ok, he’s going to be ok. He thought he’ll never have his shot again after Luca got that stupid kid to sign the contract.

Luca comes inside him, no surprise there, and Mig stains the furniture with his release. They’re panting, trying to catch their breath as the situation clears and they come off the high.

“You’re even better than coke Andre”

He doesn’t answer. There’s no possible way to answer a sentence like that without bursting out in tears. Luca was one of his friend’s clients back then. Not a frequent one, he bought coke like three or four times a year, but that’s where they met.

Mig dresses back up, he’ll clean up in his bathroom, crying and probably hurting himself, but Luca doesn’t know that. And even if he knew, it’s not like Mig expects him to care.

“See you at work” “Yeah, see you”

When Mig gets into the shower he starts crying, ugly hot tears running down his face. He calls himself names like a thousand times, making sure they cut deep, deeper than the razorblade he’s slicing his wrists with now, deeper than the dozens of scars on his thighs and arms, deeper than the addiction he traded, from Meth to Luca.

•••

The day after Luca wakes up with his brain all mushy, he remembers drinking, maybe a bit too much like he always does, and he clearly remembers the reason why he did. Well at least this time there was a reason.

He argued with Cele, over Valentino fuck’s sake. And normally, rationally, another guy would just rip the contract and never consider him again. But he’s tired of letting his brother dictate and shape his life, so he tries to forget, but he can’t really go back to talking without asking for advice.

Oh. Yeah. He almost forgot the part where he fucked with Mig. That’s another thing he should stop doing, fucking with him when he’s angry. It’s not healthy for either of them.

Oh shit he has to go to the Ranch tomorrow, he promised Pecco to stay there a few days to assure waters had calmed down. Why does he always put himself in these situations? It’s so frustrating, Vale will keep commenting about his look and behaviour and Pecco will eye him telling him to calm down.

Fuck everything honestly.

That place smells like mud and sweat, it’s disgusting, plus Uccio will probably be snorting cocaine next door, which is even worse. If he gets offered again he might just accept it this time.

Pecco would kill him tho, and Valentino would say how despite trying to distance himself and appear different he’ll never totally be.

He hates him.

•••

Cele wakes up angry. The same feeling that haunted him when he was a kid now weighing heavy on his chest as he tries to get an hour more of sleep.

He called out of work yesterday after he got back home, too angry to think, and faked a bad cough with Paso, who huffed and cleared his throat, then accepted, Cele hadn’t been off schedule for a while now, one day wasn’t going to hurt the business for sure.

Cele starts thinking maybe he really did overreact, that he looked like a spoiled kid demanding to know everything. He didn’t have the time, or will, to explain to Luca how he was treated when he was younger, and in general when he still lived with his parents.

Yes he loves them, his dad adores him, his brother would protect him against an asteroid if he could, but they still considered him slow. “A bit behind” his mother used to say, a hushed tone in the kitchen at night, when at Christmas his aunt would stay over to chat with his mom. “Stupid” was his brother’s favorite word to refer to him when they were younger, but he was the only one that could dare to call Cele like that. He remembers how his brother once punched a guy for calling him dumb. His dad only saw him for his capacity of building things from scratch at impressive speed, and praised him, still he called him “retarded” sometimes, when he didn’t understand scientific notation or missed the point in easy conversations.

Does Luca not consider him smart enough to understand the moments where it was or wasn’t necessary to bring that up? Does Luca consider Cele incapable of acting normal after this information gets to him? What has led Luca to just consider him not worthy of a similar piece of information?

Cele stays in bed thinking about this, wondering if he’s really too much of an overthinker or if his family really fucked his brain up that bad.

•••

Pecco is knocking at Luca’s door at 8 in the morning, the other comes down pretty fast, dressed and ready, a gym bag as luggage for the few days they’ll spend at the Ranch. Usually it’s only Saturday for Ranch activities, but from time to time Vale will call them a bit longer to stay over a few days.

“Ready?” “Can’t wait” “Luca you can just fake being sick I mean, I get it” “No. No no I promised you and Valentino would just love to see me bailing out of this thing, I’m not giving him the satisfaction to do it”

Pecco looks at him, then gives up, changing Luca’s mind is basically impossible.

“Plus, wouldn’t want my best friend to accidentally end up in his bed again” “I thought we were ok! No need to mention that!” “Oh Pecchino I’m gonna use this as a weapon for as loooong as I’m alive” “I’ll kill you” “Mhmh, try”

Luca starts the engine and Pecco seems absorbed by his phone, smiling at it as he continuously types something on it.

It’s clear as day Pecco is texting someone, he’s biting his lip and smiling dumbly, and Luca is pretty sure he knows who the text receiver is.

“How’s it going with curly boy?” “Marco, and we went out just once but he’s so- how do I even explain it to you? I already feel like we’ve been together for years” “Careful there Pecchino, he might not be all that lovey dovey once you’re past the obvious honeymoon phase”

In that exact moment, Pecco’s ringtone starts, and the smile only gets broader. He quickly answers and asks about Bez’s day, his programs and how he’s feeling. When he’s happy with the answers he starts talking about how he’ll train for a few days, send him pictures and updates.

“Mh you’ll send me post training pictures?” “Maybe, if I get something in return” “Of course Franci” “Once I’m back home I'll buy you a ticket to come here and spend a few days acting on-”

Luca grabs Pecco’s phone, trying to shut the call off

“Ok stop this, it’s disgusting go have phone sex in another place” “You’re in the car with Luca? Franci you should warn me I would’ve said very private things” “Sorry sorry, yeah uhm, call you later ok?” “Mhmh, text me when you’re there”

They exchange yet another cheesy moment that makes Luca pull a half disgusted face, but deep down he’s just happy to see his best friend like that, smiling and basically glowing like he’s never seen him before.

Pecco falls asleep mid ride, Luca just sings along to whatever is on the radio, and despite looking like he’s the most calm person on the planet, his mind is racing and thinking of Cele. Why? It makes zero sense once again, he was disrespectful and childish but Luca still wants him to keep the contract.

Before wandering too much, he decides he’s doing it for the sex. Cele is good at it, and he’s sure it won’t take him long to propose to Cele something more of his liking, not that Luca doesn’t like vanilla sex, but he’s always thought a few toys can only do good if one knows how to use them.

The once familiar routes of Tavullia are finally in front of him, he remembers a few points of the town, but it now feels like a distant memory.

He doesn’t like to come here, he hates it actually, but Pecco asked for him to be there, just to be sure, and he won’t let his best friend face this place alone.

“Pecchino wake up” “No” “Listen I’m not gonna be with Valentino and that fucking coke addict alone eh?” “You were an addict too” “Off the car or I’ll throw you” “Ok ok”

Pecco climbs down the car and as soon as he grabs his backpack he hears Vale’s voice greeting him from the Ranch entrance. “Thought you’d come alone” “Can’t I bring company?” “Is the company happy to be here?” “You already know my answer Valentino, so stop with the act”

Luca and Vale always look like two jars filled with lightning, ready to explode any second, much more so when close together.

Pecco has to physically drag Luca away and to his room, decorated with pictures and some trophies he chose to leave at the ranch rather than bring home.

“It smells like that awful deodorant you use Pecchino” “Oh fuck off Lu” “Do I sleep here?” “Will you be able to keep your hands off me if you do?” “Will you be able not to rub your ass against me if I do?” “You’re evil” “Of course I won’t touch you Pecchino, unless you want me to”

There’s a long pause, a long silence where Pecco starts just mindlessly taking his things out of the suitcase and putting them in the wardrobe and bathroom. It’s obvious he wants to say something but doesn’t yet know how to do it, so Luca gives him time, slowly unpacking his own suitcase, with Ranch-appropriate clothing. He secretly always brings along his racing gloves, “because one never knows” he says to himself. He actually does it because he misses racing, misses the track, the dirt, racing with Pecco. And if he has to completely honest, he fucking misses his brother.

He misses how they were once, before Luca chose to follow his own path, he misses how his brother would always smile while talking about him, he misses the closeness, the hugs they shared. But that bond is gone, and Luca is sure his brother is gone as well, the man sharing the house with him now, he’s just Valentino Rossi. He’s not his brother.

They spend the whole day on the track. Well. Pecco and Vale do, Luca just watches, glancing from time to time back to the garage. There used to be a small bike with a bright orange “10” stuck on the front. His number. He told people it was for his birthday, given he was born on San Lorenzo, the night of Shooting Stars. But Vale knew it was actually for Totti, he kept quiet about it, but Luca knows he knew.

When the training day is finished, Luca and Pecco head back to the older’s room, Luca once again getting lost in his younger self’s memories, until Pecco brings him back to reality by calling his name.

“Yeah?” “I know it’ll sound stupid to you, and that you’ve told me thousands of times not to get attached, but, I really like Marco, a lot, and…I want it to work, actually, like I want to be with him. I’m shit in this and I know you’ll tell me it’s a terrible idea, that I don’t even actually know him and maybe you’re right but…I don’t know Luca we spent so little time together but he’s already hunting my mind and I really want him home with me and you know, not just for sex, even tho he’s sensational at it, like, really sensational, but not just for that. I want him in my arms, I want him to meet Turbo and play with him, I want him to cook with me in the morning and I want to have him at races so that I can hug him after I finish. I am so fucking gone for him and I don’t even know if he is for me. We didn’t talk about it but I want him to be mine. And yes yes, we’ve only gone out and fucked once but oh it was so perfect”

Luca is watching him like you’d look at a kid who just told you the sky is purple. Confused, like he’s trying to piece together the monologue Pecco just had.

“It’s a stupid idea” “I know ok? I know. But you don’t get it Luca, he’s-” “Pecco you have to understand he’s not like you. He doesn’t understand what it means to be you, what it means to be in that field, all the sacrifices you have to do, he doesn’t get them. He could use you, could threaten you with releasing sensitive informations, he could fake being in love with you just cause that way he can fuck a Motogp rider” “He’s not like that” “You don’t know that” “No. But you don’t know if he’s a good person either”

They both stare at each other, Luca’s icy firmness against Pecco’s morbid and warm feeling towards Bez. Pecco knows he hasn’t got any idea of how Bez could act in the future, but he knows how he acted just a few days prior, he knows Bez stayed, he knows Bez treated him well. Bez bought him breakfast and cuddled him. Bez smiled and it seemed like the sun just shone brighter in the room, Bez hugged him and it all seemed perfect. When Bez kissed him Pecco felt like he understood for the first time how you must feel when your lips touch other lips. It felt like they belonged.

“If you want my two cents on this, you’re being really stupid. You went out with this guy once and now you act like he’s the love of your life. It’s stupid, dangerous and immature” “If you don’t know what feelings are it’s not my fault Luca, maybe yeah it’s reckless but I feel like this is love at first sight, ok? I was struck by him and I want him” “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, Pecco. It’s chemistry, it’s compatibility, it's not love.”

The atmosphere is getting colder and more tense with each second that passes, and Luca knows he could calm down and try to understand his best friend’s feelings, that he could try to get in his shoes for three seconds and get out of his cold mind. But he doesn’t.

They must’ve raised their voices, because Vale suddenly opens the door and stands in the entrance, staring at the two who cess their talking.

“Luca if you’ve come here to disturb my rider you can leave, he’s got to train and focus, he can’t have you distracting him from that” “What we talk about it’s none of your fucking business” “Oh but it is, this is my house Luca, not yours, it’s Pecco’s place as well, not yours. I choose whether or not you can stay, and right now I want you out, you bother my rider you’re out. Are we clear?”

Luca looks at Pecco, hoping his friend would be reasonable and ask Vale to let him stay, because they were just talking about private matters and Vale shouldn’t be involved in them.

But Pecco doesn’t say a word, he just looks at Luca with an angry expression, something like hurt and sadness in the older’s eyes as Luca packs the few things he had taken out and puts them back in his suitcase.

“Don’t expect me to pick you up Sunday then Pecco, you can go back on your own” “He won’t have problems here Luca, you can go home and avoid disturbing for a few days”

Pecco would want to ask Vale to let Luca stay, but he also doesn’t want to hear Luca degrading his decision and feelings,so he lets him go. They’re adults, they’ll talk about this. He will also talk to Bez about what he wants, so to clarify that if he’s in for the long run it’s fine, otherwise they’ll part ways.

Vale pats his shoulder, and Pecco grabs his things to go shower, while Vale looks at the door Luca just shut behind him.

“Luca! Luca are you ok? Ah look at your arm, it’s all scratched, let’s get inside mh? I’ll put something to make it better” “I’m sorry I wanted to be like you, I wanted to go on the bike and be like you” “You will, when you’re older tho ok? Not right now, you’re wayyy to little” “I’m four!” “A baby” “I want to win like you when I’m grown” “I’m sure you will, you’re my baby brother after all” “Will you be there when I win?” “Of course I will Luca, I will be cheering for you before anyone else”

Luca hugs him tight, Vale picks him up, thinking of a future where he’ll get to see Luca to win his first championship in MotoGP.

The memory is soon discarded by Vale, who scoffs and goes to the kitchen, dwelling on whether to make some pasta or cook filetto. He goes for pasta, he knows Pecco won't argue with his dinner choice, and goes to grab a bottle or red wine from the cellar, a Barbera, if he’s not mistaken, one of Pecco’s favorites.

•••

Luca drives until he reaches a decent hotel, parks there and hopes there’s a room available, he really doesn’t wanna be home today.

The receptionist is a cute guy named Simone around his age, who clearly knows Luca, if not for his lawyer career, then for his various magazine covers appearances. He asks about Vogue, and since Luca doesn’t have too much to do except sulk because Pecco is being unreasonable, he chats with the guy.

Turns out he’s studying law, and he’s really fascinated by Luca and his quote, “inexistent fear of being himself”, says how he’s the only out gay guy in his Uni course, and how that got him in trouble more than once.

“Eh, at the end of the day if you’re good no one will bother you because of who you like” “I hope I can be half as good as you” “We’ll see, maybe in a few years we’ll be battling clients”

After the end of Simone’s shift, the conversation inevitably leads to Luca’s room, who strangely got upgraded to a Suite with no topping up from his part.

The guy knows better than to stay, but he surely thanks Luca a lot for sleeping with him, and gives him his number, one never knows he says, but Luca obviously doesn’t even save the number, just leaves it there, alongside with all the other numbers guys left him overtime and he never called back.

Luca orders whiskey, cause he’s a high end man, so obviously he drinks whiskey no? He cancels the order and opts for a whole bottle of Gin, maybe it’ll get him drunk in a shorter time.

He smokes something like 12 cigarettes in one hour, dulling the burning sensation by drinking the alcohol. Pecco was wrong, he wasn’t an addict, he’s still one, he just switched from coke to alcohol and cigs, not that’s any better. Oh and meaningless sex just to feel like he’s worth something, yeah that too.

•••

They’re at their third glass of wine when Pecco starts saying maybe they’re drinking a bit too much.

“I gotta train tomorrow” “Oh come on, it’s not even that strong, you won’t even have a headache, I promise” “It’s late Vale, and I’m already tipsy” “One more glass, then we go to sleep” “Fine, one more”

When the fourth glass is finished, Pecco notices how Vale is suddenly sitting next to him rather than across the table like before. He shifts a bit, trying to regain breathing space, but Vale’s pull is pretty strong and he’s inevitably back where he was seconds before.

“Vale” “Yeah?” “We’re a bit too close don’t you think?” “You don’t like it?” “We already made a mistake once, it’s not wise to do it again” “Aw, you hurt me. Mistake? Was it that bad? Surely didn’t look like it”

Pecco blushes, Vale is not stupid, and he’s sure he knows about Pecco’s lifelong crush on him. And honestly how can the guy be blamed, it’s Valentino Rossi we're talking about, anyone who’s into guys would do anything to get with him one way or the other.

Pecco liked the sex, he didn’t like what happened afterwards, but Vale is insanely attractive, and wine always made Pecco braver.

“It was good” “Then it’s no harm doing it again, no?”

Vale smiles, and Pecco just can’t anymore, closing the distance and smashing their lips together, tongues tasting each other and hands everywhere. Oh how he’d want this to happen with Bez, but the guy is currently in Bologna, probably high and fucking some random, and it makes his heart ache.

He wants Bez, but he doesn’t know if he can or should have him. And at this moment, it feels like Vale wants him, and that’s all Pecco needs right now.

Is it wrong? Maybe Are they being stupid? Fucking hell yeah. Will it end badly? Yes.

But blame the wine or blame the loneliness, they don’t even make it to the bed, Pecco gets pushed on the couch, clothes come off in a hurry, and it’s really hard to understand when the bodies separate.

All he can feel is hands. Hands hands hands, and those lips that make him feel wanted, those eyes he dreamt of watching everyday when he was younger, those words, soft spoken ones in his ear, his name called out like a spell.

“Francesco” “Fuck” “I heard you with Luca, talking about that guy” “Yeah I - God Vale more” “He doesn’t get you, he’s not like you” “He’s a good guy” “But he doesn’t understand what it's like, I do. I get it” “You are - we shouldn't do this”

Vale bites his neck, fucking him deeper, harder against the couch, basically leaving a print on it, sweat running over their bodies, the taste of wine strong everywhere.

“Vale Vale no stop, I don’t want this anymore stop” “Because of that guy?” “I don’t want to fuck anymore, stop” “Fine”

Vale pulls out, still hard, both leaking precum and panting. It’s clear he upset Pecco, who’s getting up from the couch and collecting his clothes, completely ignoring Vale.

“Trust me Pecco, he won’t understand” “You don’t know that!” “Oh but I do, I’m way older than you, and have had my fair share of gold diggers like this one guy you like” “He’s not a gold digger, you don’t know him” “Oh please Pecco, they all are” “Well he’s not”

They stare at each other, both naked, metaphorically and literally, Vale completely unreadable while Pecco’s anger is clear on his face. They stay like that for a bunch of seconds before Pecco walks away to his room, hoping the shower will help him think and relax.

They spend the night apart, as it was supposed to be afterall, because nothing will ever be possible between them. And they both know.

Pecco has loved Vale for a very long time, it’s true, and Vale surely likes Pecco more than as just a student to his academy, but there’s a point where things have to be stopped, and Pecco was brave enough to find it and decide to stop. He found a guy that truly makes him feel butterflies and all that romantic shit you read in romance books, and he’s sure that he’ll be loved back.

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