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Money talks CH2 (ch 1) marietti, 18k words
He stares at the phone, he doesn’t even know if Bez is home, if he’s available to answer and talk, all he knows is his fingers are trembling and he can’t stop smiling like an idiot.
A sugar baby, he’s a sugar baby.
In the end, after three minutes of thinking and a shot of cheap vodka he has in his closet, he opens the phone app to call his best friend.
One, two, three, four rings, then Bez picks up. He can hear it in his voice, he's drunk, at least a bit, and he can make out that strange dj’s voice in the background of the call, and also of the other guy, the one with green eyes, Alessandro or Alessio, he doesn’t remember.
“Bez” “Mh” “Bez I’ve got news” “About what?” “Luca” “YOU FUCKED HIM?” “Shut the fuck up no, no, no. Well, not yet” “Ah so you ARE going to get fucked” “Would you stop? You’re out on the road I can hear the cars” “Ale and Edo are walking me home, and I’m not too drunk” “Yeah, sure”
Bez is always too drunk, he doesn’t know limits, he once drank 6 shots straight one after the other, and when he threw up all he could say was that he hadn't even drunk that much. Cele had to clean him up and bring him home, wash him and put him to bed.
There’s always something with Bez. But that’s part of the fun that comes with being his friend.
“What do you want to tell me?” “I - uhm - I just became his sugar baby” “You what” “I am his sugar baby, he pays me an-” “And you become his whore” “Ok there’s no need to be this harsh, he told me we can do everything at my pace, he didn’t even ask for something tonight, we just kissed”
Bez huffs, Cele can hear faint words on the other side of the phone, he can distinguish a “bye” and “see you”, so he supposes Bez is home, and it’s confirmed once he hears the key.
“So let me get this straight” “Go on” “You said thousands of times he would never look at you, that he was too good for you and now, you suck him off for money and gifts?” “If you say it like this it’s bad” “I mean it’s not like I never sucked someone off for money but, this is an exclusive thing between the two of you right?” “I didn’t ask” “Well, can I give you my humble opinion? It’s not”
Well, who cares, the “no feelings involved” part of the contract was written in bold and italic, so it was pretty clear it shouldn’t matter. But the idea that now that he basically has Luca and Luca has him, someone else could touch him just enrages him.
“It’s not a relationship, so it doesn’t matter” “Ok, if you’re fine with that” “I’m fine with getting lots of money and being able to sleep with that fucking Greek God” “Cele I wasn’t trying to shame you earlier, it’s just that it doesn’t seem like you” “I know, but everyone changes” “if it works out I’m glad, but don’t get your hopes up, just enjoy big dick blondie” “HE HAS A NAME ASSHOLE” “Yeah it’s just too funny to tease you”
They stay silent for a bit, Cele hears Rubik barking and jumping on Bez for attention, and Bez’s voice becomes that stupid little tone people do when they speak with pets or kids.
“No but seriously bro, it’s not a bad thing at all, just, don’t think it’s going to be a proper relationship” “I don’t, I just know now I get 2.5k every two weeks” “2.5k? Does he need another sugarbaby? Or does he have friends who need them?” “Look for your own sugar daddy Marco”
Bez goes silent again, his mind racing a bit, he feels like he needs to go to sleep and wake up in three hundred years, most definitely not ready to go back to Viserba this Sunday to spend some time with his family.
He says bye to Cele and drops on his couch, it’s comfortable, and Rubik immediately jumps on it to cuddle with him. He loves this dog more than anything, he was with him when he broke up with Chiara, when he moved, when he got first hired by Paso, when he was down and up, Runik ws there.
It kinda took the place of a best friend, because whatever he told Rubik was between them, whatever he did, whoever he loved, Rubik was a constant in his life.
He knows he’ll have to get up at 6 at the very latest to walk him, but right now he really can’t think of waking up, he just wants to sleep this over.
“Rubik stop moving come onnnn”
As if the dog can understand him. Right. Sometimes he thinks he’s going crazy, especially when he talks to himself once he’s alone at home.
He just now realizes that he’s going to have to deal with all his fucking relatives once he gets to his parents’ house on Sunday, who will ask him the same question they’ve been asking for four years now.
“When will you bring home a nice girl and settle down?” “When will you marry?” “When are you going to have kids Marco? You’re getting old now, when will you finally understand that dog is not everything and you’ll eventually have to find someone real?”
He hates them. One, he told them something like thirty times already he’s bi and they can’t expect him to bring a girl just because, and if he brings a boy then they better be fine with it or they can walk out of his life for good. Second, he’s fine like this, he doesn’t like kids and he doesn’t want them, and marriage is the furthest thing from his ideals that exists on earth.
He’ll answer the same he always does, he doesn’t have a girl, he doesn’t intend on marrying and he doesn’t want little gremlins running around his house he has to take care of.
He almost introduced them to Edo last year, when they were together, he soon realized it would’ve been an absolute disaster, Edo can’t control his facial expressions, he would accidentally let out they smoke joints in his apartment and that he’d live off Bez’s paychecks once he got into MotoGP.
Plus, they didn’t last long, barely five months and then they broke up, they remained friends, but now Edo has got a new boyfriend and they’re both happy with their own lives.
He remembers drunk telling his sister that he wants to never attend these parties again, because he hates those questions and these people always breathing down on his neck. Silvia told him to please not leave her alone, because she needs her brother, and he couldn’t disappoint her.
•••
On Saturday, Cele’s woken up by a text from Luca, it says he’s going to pick him up at 7:30 and to bring a helmet when he comes down. He hates working on Saturdays, it’s like all his force gets drained from him, but hey, at least Luca is going to drive him there.
He needs to ask Luca when they can start with this, because he really wants to get his hands on him as soon as humanly possible.
At 7:30 sharp Luca is at his house, and - yeah no he’s going to die.
Luca’s dressed in a full on three piece and he’s got gloves to ride the bike. If they weren’t in a public place and he didn’t have work he’d ask, or beg, Luca to let him suck him off. He’s perfect.
“Good morning Cele, how are you?” “I - is this real? Like do I really have this?” “You can test if this is real when you want bimbo”
bimbo. He’s never liked that pet name, he always felt like it was a way to shame him for looking younger, but the way Luca says it, it has a ring to it and he’s fairly sure his brain is already getting addicted.
“I love this bike” “Oh, yeah bought it around a year ago” “It’s amazing” “You’re finishing the Panigale today?” “Around 10 it should be ready, yeah, do you have to bring this in as well?” “No no, this one’s perfect, I just wanted to know how soon I can get my baby back”
Cele laughs, and puts on his helmet. Luca’s is in carbon fiber, plain and black, his is covered in stickers, the original color was light blue, of course.
“Hold on tight eh, don’t want you flying away” "Yes yes”
Luca is warm. Which is a stupid consideration since it’s June and everything’s at least warm if not straight up hot. But he always thought of Luca as a cold person, not just in attitude, but properly, Bez is a human heater, whatever the season his skin is hot, being hugged by him feels like being hugged by the sun. He thought Luca would be the opposite, but right now he’s the perfect temperature.
“You’re fine there?” “What?” “Are you fine there? comfortable?” “Yes don’t worry”
They get to work by 7:50, Cele climbs down the Suzuki and Franky whistles, wiggling his eyebrows as Paso rolls his eyes in annoyance. Cele takes off his helmet and Luca opens his visor, the contrast between his icy eyes and the black of the helmet makes them look even more breathtaking than they normally are.
“Oh yeah I kinda already told someone” “Bez?” “Yeah” “I get it, he’s your best friend, he should know. I will tell mine today, I’d stay but I need to help him out with some legal things and it’s been a while since we spent time together so see you in uh three hours? I’ll come collect the Panigale” “Alright, then see you, and thanks for the ride, I never got to get on a 1000”
Luca smiles, closes his visor, then opens it again, calling for Cele.
“What’s your favorite color again?” “Light blue” “Checks out, and, are you embarrassed to kiss me or are you not out?” “No no I’m not embarrassed no, I just- I still have to process it a bit, and yeah I’m out that’s not a problem” “Don’t you want to kiss me goodbye then?”
Cele is bright red. From the tip of his ears to his cheeks and neck. If Bez was here he’d take a pic and laugh about him for weeks, or he’d start chanting “bacio, bacio, bacio” like a high schooler. But Bez is not here, and the others aren’t really looking anymore, just Franky maybe, but he’s not sure, and even if, who cares.
To the world Luca is going to be his boyfriend, and he’s gonna be Luca's. It's only normal they kiss, it’s only fair. Cele nods, walking a bit close, placing one hand on the leather seat of the bike, while Luca takes off his helmet, putting his hair back in place, and smiles.
He bends slightly to reach Cele and then it’s an explosion of perfection. Cele is lost in the kiss, Luca keeps him attached to reality when he strokes his cheek slightly. Cele breaks away and smiles, happy like a kid on Christmas, and Luca smiles back.
“Have a good day at work Cele” “Yeah you, you too” “Bye”
He puts his helmet back on and rides away, Cele still smiling like an idiot and turning around just to see Franky staring at him mouth open and in shock. Cele raises his shoulders with a smile and goes change, while Franky still doesn’t believe what he just saw.
Once he’s changed he immediately starts finishing up the Panigale, and he hears Franky walking up to him, and he looks up with a questioning look.
“Yes?” “You got with blondie?” “Luca. And yes” “Way to go Cele, way to go, I told you, older is better” “Yeah but yours is not older, he’s old” “Matti is nine years older than me, he’s not an old man” “Ok, as you wish”
He laughs when Franky walks away cursing him, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to finish the Panigale so he can make Luca proud.
Bez comes in at 10, he had warned Paso that he had a medical checkup so he couldn’t come to work before 10, and Peso had unpleasantly accepted the lateness.
“Celin! You’re glowing today, how's it?” “Did you know Cele’s got a new boyfriend? The blond- Luca” “Oh yeah of course, he called me last night” “Celin’s gonna bring us all on holiday this year eh?” “Oh shut up I’m not making him spend money on you” “Cruel”
The bike is done by 10:30, as promised, so he goes up to Bez and helps him a bit, thanking him for not saying out loud the actual kind of relationship he has with Luca, and Bez simply smiling back, explaining to him what kind of utensils he needs and Cele bringing them to him.
•••
“I’ll come along, so I can see this famous new sugar baby” “Just stay in the car, don’t want people to assume things remember?” “Of course I remember, I’ll wear sunglasses and a hat” “I just need to get the bike and load it on, Cele will help, he knows I’ve got a friend over and I think he’ll be much too taken by the bike to notice who you are” “Ok”
Pecco is still having breakfast, staying away from the ranch he tries to sleep more, and he indulges on some food he knows he shouldn’t eat, but it’s just for a while, his trainer will come to terms with it.
Once he finishes eating and Luca has fed Sissy the two leave the flat, they run into Mig who’s going to work. He doesn’t look particularly fine, he’s got heavy eyebags and a bitten lip, but Luca simply greets him and keeps walking to his car, not bothering to investigate further.
They jump in the car, they can’t think of loading the Panigale on a regular one, and Luca had a Jeep Wrangler almost untouched in his garage, perfect to transport the bike from the shop home.
They don’t talk, despite Pecco wanting to get out the reason he came here so early, he simply can’t right now, he’ll do it tomorrow, or Monday at latest.
Luca hums along to the music playing on the radio, and only talks to tell Pecco that there’ll be the Roma match that evening and he’s going out to a Pizzeria to watch it, he’ll ask Cele once at the shop if he wants to come as well.
“He’s like you, you know?” “What?” “Cele, he’s a gobbo like you” “Nice to see you know who’s the best” “Fuck off you thief” “You are the thieves, Dybala was-” “Dybala feels much better with us, don’t worry Pecchino”
Pecco simply flips him off and Luca laughs back, teasing him a bit more for the recent downside Pecco’s team is going through. As they get closer to the shop Pecco starts putting on his sunglasses and cap, trying to hide the most of himself, pulling his shirt a bit up to cover his beard as well, because you never know what kind of crazy fan could recognize him just by that.
•••
Mig doesn’t feel good. In the slightest. This move Luca pulled, getting another one. It sucks.
When he saw him earlier today, Luca didn’t even bother checking on him. God is he pathetic. Accepting to work as an assistant for the guy he’s been in love with for more than a year because he broke the contract when he confessed his feelings.
He saw the pity in Luca’s eyes when he begged not to get sent back to the fucking street where Luca found him dealing. He saw the delusion when he came forward with his love.
He perfectly remembers Luca telling him that there was no way that could go on because it would be one sided and wrong. And he remembers crying in front of him, asking to at least try, asking to remain tied by the contract, that he would overcome his feelings, and Luca refusing. Getting almost angry.
When he got rejected, that night, he went out. And relapsed. After two years spent clean, under Luca’s roof, with an amazing lifestyle, being happy and cared for, he was back in a stinky alley behind a club snorting lines. Two.
He almost overdosed that night, and he kinda wished he did, he still does. When he hears Luca calling him “my assistant” instead of Mig or Andre. When he overhears his colleagues say how he got this job because he fucked his way there. How he belonged in the streets.
Because those people love gossip, and it didn’t take them too long to understand his background, the scar on his arm and the one on his stomach are not surgery, even a child would understand it’s a stab wound.
Dealers fights mainly end up with one party dying, and both those times he ended up in one were a close call. He was an addict for three years, then in rehab for one, clean for two.
And one thing, one rejection, one night. They blew it all up. He didn’t go back to Luca’s place for a week. He stayed at a friend’s house, it was a fucking pot of cocaine and MD, and he shamed himself into thinking that was the only place he truly belonged in.
Then, one day, while he was walking to go get something to eat, he ran into Luca. Who was wearing his stupid blue suit that costs something like 1 thousand euros, his stupid shiny shoes and his shirt. And he wanted to go away, turn around and not say a word, but Luca had grabbed him by the arm, the most worried expression he ever saw on his face staring right back at him.
Mig tried to escape the hold, but Luca was much stronger in that moment, and dragged him to his car. Luca got scared, then angry, then worried again. Mig wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
He knew Luca was going to take him to rehab. He knew Luca was probably disgusted by him, by his weakness. He knew Luca would never even look at him and see the possibility of a future. But he also knew he loved him, and that he would’ve done everything just to stay close.
And now, he has another sugar baby. A kid, basically. Luca says he’s 21, but he doesn’t look a day older than 19. Says he’s cute, and funny. That he’s a good person. He doesn’t even know him, and he agreed to do this because Luca pays a lot. How can you call someone that just wants your money and is ready to basically sell his body a good person?
When Luca told him, he didn’t react. Not on the spot at least, he just said “ok” and walked back to his office. But then he locked it and cried, because there was nothing in Luca’s eyes while he was talking to him. He was dumb for thinking someone would actually want him for real.
Because if it’s sex, or anything in that field, they like him. They keep him around. If it’s drugs they look for him. But no one wants him as a lover. No one ever did, and thinking that Luca of all people could change this constant in his life, well it was simply ridiculous.
•••
Bez is watching basketball when Luca arrives, Cele standing up so fast he almost trips on his way to Luca, who climbs down the car and ruffles Cele’s hair once they’re close enough. Bez still doesn’t pay attention to the car, and luckily, because he would’ve for sure noticed who was the passenger inside it.
One, because he’s one of those crazy fans Pecco was worried about when he raised his shirt to cover half his face, second, because he would’ve probably fainted at the sight.
Cele grabs Luca’s hand and drags him to the V4. It’s been cleaned and now it’s shiny, it looks new. The vibrant red is perfect and when Cele turns it on to test the power it roars so beautifully everyone in the shop looks at it mesmerized.
Cele’s smile widens as he tells Luca everything he changed and why he did it, and Luca just listens, smiling back and nodding along as Cele asks him if he wants to do something that night.
“You know I was thinking, we could like, go out tonight? And eat something for dinner?”
I’d like to eat you for dinner
Luca doesn’t say it outloud, but his thoughts are very clear on this.
“Sure, there’s the match this evening, and I know a pretty quiet place where they play the matches on TV” “Oh, you root for Roma? It’s the last game of the campionato right?” “Yes it’s the last one and yes I root for Roma, also, don’t worry about the outfit, it’s a really chill place I go to when I want to break away from everything” “Nice, it’s the 8.45 game right?” “Yes” “So, you come pick me up at eight?” “As always Cele, just choose between the Lambo or the BMW” “BMW” “Perfect”
The boy’s eyes sparkle instantly, getting to be a passenger on a M4 is far more than he ever imagined doing, and he already knows it’s going to be perfect, because the car is perfect, and Luca is too, so it can only be hyper-perfect if he has both the things.
Meanwhile, Pecco has really forgotten he should be hiding, he’s been staring at that curly mechanic for something like five minutes. And honestly, it’s not like it’s his fault, he’s got only a t-shirt on, which is covered in grease like the rest of his body probably, the arms especially, God they’re like - huge.
His hair reaches his shoulder, maybe they’re even longer on the back, and they’re so pretty. His nose is - can noses be cute? Because if they can, this guy’s obviously is, he could say it’s perfect, and - oh.
Bez is burning in this shit hole, and he really needs some air, so it’s nothing bad if he takes off his t-shirt right? It won’t be a problem to anyone in here, it’s not like no one’s ever seen him shirtless.
But for Pecco it’s a huge fucking problem. Because he really didn’t imagine this guy could become any more perfect than he already was when half his body was covered.
He’s got tattoos, more than just a few, he’s only now noticing the one on his arm, it’s practically a fucking sleeve, and he - he can see something written under his pec, but he can’t read it from here, and maybe something near his collarbone.
Pecco still stares at him even when one of his colleagues calls him, he can’t hear his name, but he must’ve said something funny because the curly boy just erupts laughing, he throws his head back and Pecco is almost sure he saw a small tooth gap, and my god how can someone be so cute and so hot at the same time?
He’s woken from his trance when he hears a sound coming from the back of the jeep, and watches the rearview mirror, seeing Luca and his new - sugarbaby, apparently, loading the bike on the back.
He sees them talking, but again, he can’t hear a word, and he covers his face once more, trying not to look out his window when Cele? Celestino? He doesn't remember well, passes by.
Luca climbs in, and he’s staring once again at that guy who has dressed again in the meantime, he can still see his arms, and he fears he’s going crazy, but then he realizes he hasn’t just gotten crazy, but hard. Fuck.
Luca turns to look at him and is about to speak when he notices Pecco focused on something in the shop, and at first he thinks it’s the bike on display, a beautiful R1, just like vale’s one. Then, he sees him. Ah.
“Pecco, no seriously?” “Let’s get away from here before I do something really stupid Lu” “Bez?” “That’s his name? How old is he? Are he and your boy friends?” “His name’s Marco, Bez is like a nickname made from his surname I guess, he’s a bit younger than us, maybe a year of two and yes, him and Cele are best friends” “Marco”
He keeps staring, and Luca just starts laughing like an idiot.
“Oh come on! He’s like - mad hot God look at those arms”“Is it just the arms? Or the abs as well? Or is it the piercing” “He’s got a piercing?” “Yeah, here”
When Luca points at his nipple Pecco makes a sound so embarrassing he actually wants to die. It’s not like Luca can actually shame him, Bez is hot, and his body is surely really good to look at, but Pecco has never been one to look at this kind of guy.
When he looks over to him again to tell him something, he can’t help but see the bulge in his pants.
“Pecchino really? Just from the arms” “Shut. up.” “I swear I’m gonna cry from laughing too hard” “Drive away, go, I can’t see this no no take me back home” “When have you developed a taste for guys like that?” “Probably right now, just - go away, come on!”
Luca keeps on laughing while Pecco curses him, keeping one hand over his embarrassing hard on and the other over his eyes because he has to try and think about anything that’s NOT that guy’s body.
Luca drops him off at his house and he’s still fucking laughing, while to Pecco there’s really nothing to laugh at. This is beyond stupid and embarrassing, and plain wrong.
“Make sure to clean the shower after you’re done Pecchino” “Oh fuck off Luca go to work” “Good wank” “No shut up fuck’s sake!”
Luca speeds off, and Pecco is quick to get into the apartment, and once he’s in he tries to calm down. He’s not going to jerk off to a guy he saw at a mechanic shop for a grand total of ten minutes, no. It’s just wrong and disrespectful. That guy doesn’t know him and he’s sure he wouldn’t like knowing some random guy jerked off to him because he saw him shirtless.
He walks to the guest bathroom and strips, steps into the shower and turns the cold water on, he’ll just try and let it die down, he has no intention of having a wank thinking about him. Marco Luca said, it’s a beautiful name.
No, no, he has to think of other things, not him, everything else, anything else is ok but not him.
He has to stay under the water flow for ten good minutes before his erection calms down, and he thanks every god in existence he didn’t give in to his obvious excitement.
He changes into clean clothes and throws the ones he wore until now in the washing machine, and goes laying on the bed.
“Marco”
Well, it’s not like he’s got anything to lose if he looks him up right? Marco. Bez. He can try a combination of those on insta. He opens the social media and instantly switches to his fake account, he really can’t risk liking one of that guy’s pictures while he stalks him using his public account.
He types down Marcobez, and well, there’s a curly guy with a perfect nose as the first result. He quickly taps it and he starts looking through his posts. How many shirtless pictures can one person have? Not even Quartararo has so many.
There's a few pictures of him on his bike, some of him at the beach, there’s one with Cele. There’s one where he’s doing pull ups on a wall bar, shirtless, in a gym.
Yeah no, he has to stop snooping through his profile because he’d risk getting hard again. Just…just one more post maybe, just one. It can’t be that bad right?
It is. It's really really really bad. He’s wearing a sparkly top, one clearly design for women, and sunglasses, he’s on a beach, in front of some Chiringuito surely on the Riviera, hugging - two guys he really can’t define, one is touching his chest, the other is screaming the lyrics to the song playing on the background.
Yeah. No he’s definitely hard again. For fuck’s sake no. No he - he can’t. But there’s no one home, and no one would know, right? Only him. He can keep it a secret. Sure. He can lie and tell Luca he just had a cold shower. Yeah.
He needs lube.
He stands up from the bed and sneaks in Luca’s bedroom, taking the small bottle from the drawer where he found it when he and Luca fucked the other day, and quickly walks back to the guest room.
Pecco takes off his pants and boxers in one go, not bothering to get completely naked, it’s really no use. He turns off the phone, and just replays the video in his head, alongside with the sight he had at the shop and the many shirtless pictures. He saw the piercing in those, fuck.
He squirts some lube on his fingers and heats it up, then slides a finger in, easily enough, biting at his lip, as if someone could hear him finger himself.
He’s quick in adding a second finger, he doesn’t want to lose time, he just needs to get this sensation out of his system.
“Fuck”
He’s visualizing the one picture at the beach where he’s flexing his biceps, fucking hell are those arms legal? Definitely not, they could kill him if wrapped around his neck, he’s pretty positive of it.
Once he thrusts a third finger inside he’s just burning with anticipation, he doesn’t know why, he probably didn’t think he would’ve hooked up with Luca, but he has a dildo in his suitcase, and oh my is he going to use it.
He just keeps opening himself until he’s sure he can slide the toy in without it hurting, because yeah he wants this madness to be over, but he wants this to be good.
He takes out his fingers and rolls over to open his suitcase, moving a few clothes around to find the dildo, and quickly laying back on the bed, partying his legs and bending them to be more comfortable.
He pours some lube on the toy as well, coating it fully before pushing it inside, and it’s clear pretty quickly he’s not going to last. Like at all. He starts thrusting the dildo in and out immediately, not taking it all in at first try, but slowly fucking it deeper and deeper.
The idea of that guy in his bed, because now he’s thinking about it, it’s simply overwhelming, he’s sure he’d get pinned down on the mattress and fucked so good he’d even forget his championship chances next year are going to drop drastically.
He’s seen his hands as well, a gift from god for sure, there’s no way those fingers aren’t heaven on heart once he gets them to use, they’re simply perfect even just by looking at them.
“Oh fuck fuck”
He gasps as he hits his prostate, a shiver running through his spine and making him arch his back slightly, not slowing down the pace or decreasing the depth of his thrusts.
It takes him a whole other two minutes of thrusting and thinking about those arms to cum, embarrassingly a lot, all over his stomach, and once he slides the dildo out he can’t hold back a noise of discomfort because of the sudden emptiness.
Well, he won’t have to see him again, so it’s not going to be embarrassing.
•••
When Luca gets to work and parks he starts to think. What’s he gonna wear tonight? He could go for a plain black tee or for a Roma jersey shirt. Mh. Ah no, right, the jersey is not wearable anymore, he got in a - altercation - with some Lazio fans last month, he came out of it with his shirt torn and he didn’t think about buying a new one.
He’ll go for a white or black t-shirt then, whatever will be fine, they’re not going to any special place anyway.
He gets into the elevator and presses the last floor, one of his secretaries comes rushing in, panting and red in the face. When she sees him she starts stuttering and saying she’s sorry for being late but her bus broke down and she couldn’t get a taxi in the messy traffic so she basically ran for almost two kilometers.
“Don’t worry Marta, really, it happens, I saw there was heavy traffic, and you’re one of the most hard working people here, so no need to write you up because you’re late one time” “Thanks, I just - woah yeah I need some water” “I’ll walk you, I don’t need you fainting ok?” “Thank you”
The two walk out the elevator door and towards the vending machine, Luca pays for her water and Marta thanks him once again. If he wasn’t gay as a rainbow he’d probably ask her out. She’s cute, smart and very kind.
“Do you want a cup and some sugar to drink the water?” “No no I’m fine like this, you’ve been kind enough already” “No worries” “You look happier than other days today boss, is it someone? If - if you don’t mind me asking of course”
Luca smiles a bit and sits on one of the chairs beside the vending machine.
“Don’t mind at all, yes I met someone, he makes me happy” “Well, that’s the important thing, I gotta go now, thanks again for the water”
He hears someone clearing his throat behind him, and when he turns he sees Mig standing with a stack of papers in hand.
“A new case, they asked for you specifically” “Ok let’s go, what’s it about?” “An s.r.l., they’re trying to kick out the leadership…this guy because he wants to hire new staff but the other two say it’d be too great of an expense, and by the way, I’ve seen the salaries of their workers and their facturate. They can greatly afford two more people, it’d lessen the workload on the other employees” “Is the guy here?” “Yes” “Are you ok Andre? You look - a bit tired” “Ah so you do notice when people look like shit”
Luca stops in the middle of the corridor, and Mig turns around. He really doesn’t want to fight with him over Cele.
“What’s going on” “I’m sure you know, the client’s there” “Andre” “Don’t act like you care Luca” “You’re being cold to me and it’s unlike you” “Don’t worry, I’m sure the new kid can heat you up just fine”
And with that, he leaves the papers in Luca’s hands and walks away. Yeah. Great. Now he’s gotta deal with this too. Amazing. Fucking brilliant. Mig knows there’s no ground for a relationship between them, or in general between Luca and any person on earth. He was clear about it, and it’s not his fault Mig caught feelings.
He spends more than an hour with this guy, he says how there’s a contract that specifies that unless some illicit act is done by one of the three owners of the company it is impossible to kick one out, but they aren’t following it, and trying to kick him out on the streets.
It should be an easy case: bring to court the papers, show the contract, file a compensation fine, and work out the sum or make a deal not to make the other two pay and hire the two people his client wants.
He greets the client on his way out and then tries to relax in his chair. He grabs his cigs and goes on the balcony, lighting one up and starting to smoke, slowly, like he always does. He doesn't even pretend he’s doing it to alleviate the stress anymore, he just likes smoking and despite knowing it’s shit for his health he doesn’t intend to stop.
There are two more clients that day, one coming forward for what she calls an “unfair succession act” and the other wanting to separate from his wife amicably.
Not difficult cases at least, he starts working on the first one and by the end of the day he’s done almost half of the legal required documents he’ll need in court.
Then there’s a knock on his door, and he just knows it’s Mig.
“Come in, door’s unlocked” “The guy you fired last week’s suing you for unlawful firing” “Amazing. Give me the papers” “Says he’s never done anything wrong and that you fired him because he wouldn’t sleep with you” “Oh fuck off seriously?” “That’s what he said”
He takes a look at the papers and decides he’s going to thoroughly read them tomorrow, he doesn’t have the time or mind to be late now, he has to pick up Cele from work in one hour thirty, still has to go home, shower, change and drive there and then to the pizzeria.
“Thanks Andre” “No problem, it’s my job, no?
Sometimes he feels bad for Mig. Not just because he got rejected and now works for him, but because he fell for him. It must be some sort of self harm for sure, because no self-loving person would ever feel like that towards him. He’s not a good party, he’s a drinker, a smoker, an emotionally unavailable person, he’s got anger issues Mig very well knows about and he’s an asshole in general.
“I have to go now, see you on Monday” “See you”
Mig walks back out and Luca lets out a groan. He just hopes Mig won’t take it out on Cele, because he doesn’t have any kind of fault in this mess, and he’s also unaware of the fact he had another one just like him up until half a year ago.
He gets his car keys and walks out, then starts driving home, where he knows there should be pecco, but who will probably be asleep. He knows Pecco doesn’t sleep enough for the kind of exercise and training he does, so getting a good dose of sleep while he can it’s a good thing.
He’ll have to ask why he argued with Uccio eventually, but maybe he’ll wait another day or two, there’s no reason to put pressure on him right now.
•••
Cele is basically vibrating when the clock hits eight, they’ve got a shower in the changing room, and this time he brought along a decent change of clothes, Luca said nothing fancy, they’re watching a football game after all, but he at least tries, dressing in a polo and a pair of black jeans that Bez said “compliment your ass”.
Bez seems a bit out of it today, he knows he’ll go to his parents this sunday, and that his relatives will bombard him with questions about his personal life, a girlfriend, marriage, kids. He tried to cheer him up telling him at least he’ll see his sisters, and that worked a bit at least, Bez loves his sisters and he’s always happy when he meets them.
“So, tonight you’re finally consuming?” “Can the word consuming be any more of a turn-off?” “Mr lawyer maybe says it” “You’re a dickhead, you know that?” “You adore me Celin, especially because I'm a dickhead”
Cele rolls his eyes and starts dressing up, when he hears the engine of the M4 approaching.
He’s here. He puts on his shoes and Bez laughs at him because he almost falls face first to the ground to be fast in putting them on.
“Don’t be this fast tonight eh Celin” “Dickhead” “You’ll be giving his dick head” “I’m killing you” “Try”
Luca’s waiting outside the car on his phone when Cele walks up beside him, greeting him, and Luca just kisses him quickly on the mouth. Cele still has to get used to this, Luca kissing him, Luca and him. Luca.
“You’re dressed as a normal person I’m shocked” “Would’ve worn the jersey but eh, got into an accident a while ago” “An accident?” “A fight. At the derby, I went to Roma for the derby with some friends, met some fascists from the Lazio corner, and yeah, you can suppose the rest” “You won?” “Of course”
He really shouldn’t imagine Luca fist fighting those guys right now, or Luca with bruises, or Luca with a bloody nose. Can someone be hot while actively bleeding? He’s sure Luca can.
The drive to the pizzeria is short, less than 10 minutes, and they’re there by 8.30, the owner very clearly knows Luca, because they seem to talk like friends.
He asks about Cele, Luca says he’s his boyfriend, which sounds weird, because he knows he actually isn’t, even if he pretends to be for the sake of the media and shit.
They are given a nice table form where they can watch the game comfortably, and Cele can’t help but think Luca dressed not in formal clothes looks really really good. It gives him a sense of ease, he doesn’t know why, probably because he feels like he belongs this way.
“Who’s starting?” “Oh fuck I forgot to watch the line-ups, but I think for sure Dobvyk and Elsha, then probably Dybala and yeah no I don’t have any idea” “Rooting for you by the way, if you win against Atalanta they’ll be uhm yeah fourth and we’ll end up the season in third, so Champions League” “We’re barely in Europa zone, please don’t turn the knife in the wound”
Cele raises his hands, contemplating his line-up for fantacalcio he has going on with Franky and a few other mechanics, not Bez, he doesn’t understand a thing about football, when he tried to explain offside during a match the only thing Bez would say was: “i just know they have to score, and that that guy’s cute”. He was talking about Locatelli. Of course. Cele preferred Yildiz if he had to decide on looks, but Locatelli’s fine too.
As any gay guy cheering for Juventus he had the biggest crush ever on Dybala and Buffon growing up, but now Dybala’s at Roma, and he’s not going back. Maybe they’re getting back Morata though.
Luca watches the line-ups, he doesn’t like the mister putting Mancini on the field, but likes that he puts Çelik, so it’s a fifty fifty.
"Are you selling Chiesa? We could need someone like him” “Oh no fuck off leave him to us!” “Could need him” “You already stole Paulo, no” “We didn’t steal anyone, he came to us, and as I said to Pe- to my friend already, he’s much better off with us” “I will never agree with you on this, you know that?” “I’ll survive”
They order, Luca gets a Margherita with crudo, Cele a boscaiola. As soon as the match starts Luca is completely taken by it, commenting on each action and mistake, even when the food arrives he switches his attention from the food to the tv to the food to cele to the tv.
When Dybala - of all players - scores, Luca stands up from his seat cheering, and Cele really can’t help but stare, because when Luca gets up and raises his arms his shirt rides up, and Cele can very clearly see his v-line and happy trail. That V-line is just as illegal as the rest of him, good god how much does he work out? And when? Does he have a gym at home? He definitely has it, he knows rich people have it in their home, and Luca must have it, oh god he could watch him train, he’s sure he could just die from the sight.
Luca sits back down and smiles at Cele, who reciprocates, still very much thinking about what he just saw. He either gets to suck him off tonight or he’s going to go crazy, the happy trail as well, attractive like a mine of gold.
•••
“Rubik! Let go of my shoe! Give it back!” “Your dog listens less than you do” “Instead of being a dick can you help me Ale? Rubik!” “Rubik come here, I’ve got a treat, come here, when he comes here you block him from behind and take the shoe” “ok” “Good Rubik, good, now!”
Bez blocks the dog and forces his shoe out his mouth, looking at it disgusted because it’s covered in dog saliva. Ale laughs, giving a confused Rubik his treat, patting him on the head and helping Bez clean the shoe.
Bez still laments he has to go home for the day after, he really doesn’t want to, they’re gonna submerge him with questions he’s given an answer to millions of times already, he’s fine with Rubik right now, he doesn’t have anyone he can confidently say he likes, he loves being single, he has no obligations and he can eat whatever he wants whenever he wants and just chill at home or go to a bar.
“If they ask me about why I don’t go back with Chiara again I swear I’m drinking myself to death” “They still ask? Didn’t you tell them she cheated?” “Yeah, but they say she’s a nice girl and that she always greets them when they meet, and that she regrets doing it” “Just tell them you hate her” “I tried, they still ask. Or they ask about Greta, why I stopped going out with her” “Maybe because you found out one month into the relationship she already had a boyfriend and you were the lover?”
Bez screams on a cushion, and Rubik barks.
“I just - ugh if I could just find a guy I really like and get together with him it’d be perfect, they still refuse to acknowledge I’m bi, I want to shove it in their faces” “Didn’t you introduce them to Edo?” “Nah, we broke up before I could do it, and three months later you two were together, so” “I think you’ll find someone, don’t worry”
Ale says bye, and takes Rubik, he’s staying with him and Edo tomorrow, because Bez’s uncle apparently is allergic to dogs, so he can’t bring him along. He’ll miss him, but he’ll survive.
•••
The match is over, it ends with a 2-1 in favor of Roma, and each time a player scored, made a foul, or did anything remotely worth of a reaction Luca stood up, arms in the air. Cele counted 34 times. 34 times where Luca stood up and his t-shirt rode up his body, revealing his damn V-line and happy trail. 34 times Cele almost died from sight alone.
“Do you want a dessert Cele? The tiramisù here is amazing” “Uhm yeah why not”
Luca calls the waiter over and asks for two portions, which immediately arrive, and Cele has to admit, it’s really good, but what’s far better is the forever tattooed memory of Luca’s abs that resides in his mind.
If he doesn’t get to suck him off tonight he fears he might go crazy, for real, because Luca is simply the picture perfect man.
They still talk a bit, about Cele’s upcoming exam, which will be next thursday, him lamenting how awful the professor is, Luca cheering him on, saying he’s sure he’ll do great, and Cele smiling and thanking him. Luca then gets up to pay and tells Cele to follow, saying he’ll drive him home.
He could ask him to come over, to fuck, to spend the night. Stay up the whole night just having sex, ask Luca to just completely destroy him. But Luca mentions something about being tired and having to wake up early, and Cele doesn’t want to be selfish.
So he just climbs in the car once they get out and waits for his home street to come. The problem is he simply can’t forget Luca’s body, and now his hands are gripping the steering wheel in a way that makes him want to be that steering wheel.
“Luca?” “Yes?” “Can we stop at that lay-by?” “Why? Are you feeling bad? Do you need to throw up?” “No no, just - stop there”
Luca complies and stops, lighting all the blinkers and waiting for Cele’s explanation to this stop. Cele is fast at undoing his seat belt and grabbing Luca’s face to kiss him as if his life depends on it, breathing hard and moving one hand to rest on Luca’s thigh, squeezing it a bit.
Once they break away Luca is a bit taken aback, he thought Cele would be more shy, or reserved, or whatever.
“Ce-” “Can I suck you off? I like really really want to do it” “I mean, be my guest please”
Luca undoes his own belt, but lets Cele do the work on the rest, unzipping his jeans and when he thinks Cele’s gonna just straight up suck him off the younger starts kissing his dick through the boxers, teasing, making him impatient.
He really takes his time, even looking up at Luca through his stupid long eyelashes, brown eyes filled with lust.
“Don’t tease bimbo it’s not nice” “Can’t handle it?” “I prefer getting down to business immediately”
Cele obeys, but just because he wants this so bad it makes him stupider than he normally is.
He tugs down Luca’s boxers completely which causes the older to groan and bite his lip a bit.
Cele stays still for a second, yes he thought Luca was big, but not like, not this big.
“Fucking hell" “What?” “You’re huge” ”I- I mean you don’t- not whole if-“ “Shut up”
Cele starts kissing the tip of Luca’s dick, slowly making its way down, torturing him so sweetly and perfectly Luca doesn’t even mind the teasing anymore.
Until Cele starts playing around more, licking stripes up his cock, teasing just the tip, pressing his tongue in the slit.
He’s weak for blowies, he’s always been, especially if the guy doing it is so keen on giving him this much pleasure.
Cele smears on Luca’s tip the bit of precum already coming out to make his work easier, but lets some saliva drip from his mouth for good measure, if he wants Luca to remember the first blowjob of the many he hopes to give him Cele wants it to be a good memory.
Luca gets his hand in Cele’s hair and pulls a bit, making him smile.
He finally gets his mouth on him, and the show begins. He moves agonizingly slowly, taking it inch by inch, stopping at half and going back up, smearing more precum and going down once more.
He knows he can’t realistically take it all in one go, not just yet at least, so he uses one hand to cover the part he can’t reach with his mouth and strokes it in time with the movement of his head, which are not quick at all, because he really likes teasing and most of all, he likes the idea he’s teasing Luca.
“Fuck Cele you’re good”
He can’t really answer with Luca’s dick in his mouth, so he just hums in approval, and that results in Luca letting out a soft whimper, so he decides he needs to hear it again, slightly moaning around Luca’s cock, and quickening his movements a bit.
With each movement he goes more and more down, he’s missing just a little from taking it in whole, and good God does he want to do it.
Before that though, he really wants to fuck up Luca’s mind, so he just goes back up and teases him again, pressing his tongue in the slit, tasting the salty precum and enjoying how amazing Luca sounds.
He’s moaning and panting, his hold on Cele’s hair is already so strict, he’s thrown his head back and closed his eyes. Damn, Cele wanted to see them. Well too bad, he’ll see them another time.
“Jesus Christ Cele do you want me to die?” “No, I want you to remember this as the best blowjob you ever got” “Right now this is pretty much in Top 3 on the list” “Gonna make it top 1 then”
Cele goes back to work, stroking Luca’s dick a few times before going down on it again, and this time, even though very slowly, he manages to take him whole, staying still at the base for something like three seconds before starting to move.
He can feel it in his fucking throat God’s sake, and Luca doesn’t stop moaning, he could just cum from this honestly, he’s done it before, but he tries to hold back, it’d be really embarrassing and he also wants to cum because Luca touches him, even just a wank is good, but something.
Cele just keeps going, almost choking a few times, but manages to breathe through his nose and ends up doing good, meanwhile Luca is not doing good at all, he’s dying basically. He lied before, this blowie is already top 1, fuck it’s even better than top 1, it’s just incredible, it seems like Cele knows what gets him dumb and just does it, it’s as if he’s reading his goddamn mind.
He just keeps moaning and panting, if someone stopped by to see what was going on and if they needed help they’d find Luca on the verge of coming and Cele just going and going, and despite it being certainly a good sight he really doesn’t want this to happen.
He grips Cele’s hair even more then looks down where he’s getting sucked off and fuck it’s amazing.
Maybe he's overwhelmed and he sees this in another light but God Cele’s like the Totti of blowies.
“Ah fuck fuck fuck Cele I- God fuck I’m going to cum if you don’t stop”
Cele doesn’t stop, he just keeps going, determined to make Luca cum in his throat and completely fuck up his brain chemistry.
Five seconds later Cele feels the older’s release running down his throat, making him choke a bit and cough as he lets go of his leaking dick, trying to get back some air before Luca pulls him in for another heated kiss.
Luca can taste himself on Cele’s tongue, who’s moaning as they kiss, both with their hands in the other’s hair, pulling lightly, tugging, messing them.
Once they break away Luca has to gain back his breath, looking down at his dick and tugging it back in.
When he’s done he turns towards Cele, who’s clearly hard in his pants, he can see the bulge, and it would be extremely rude of him not to do something about it.
“Was it top 1 then?” “Fuck yes” “Perfect” “Want me to jerk you off? it looks uncomfortable” “Please yes”
Cele unzips his pants, tugging them down so they reach half his thigh, and moves his boxers so he can get his dick free.
Luca wastes no time in starting to stroke Cele’s dick using precum to make his strokes smoother, then attacking Cele’s lips and letting him moan in his mouth, swallowing every sound he makes.
“Fuck”
Luca picks up the pace, stroking faster and faster and occasionally brushing his thumb over the slit just like Cele did while sucking him off, and it gets the reaction he needs
Cele is on the moon, Luca’s hands are - fuck they’re just like he imagined them to be, skilled, slim and pretty smooth, his palm is a bit rougher than Cele thought it would be, maybe because he rides bikes, so they get damaged.
Well who the hell cares, the important thing is that he’s getting jerked off by this stupidly hot man who he just sucked off and he’s doing it amazingly.
He feels Luca’s lips on his neck, at first just leaving soft kisses and brushing on his throat to tease, then, he feels teeth, and the kisses become more and more demanding.
Oh God he’s giving him a hickey.
Luca stops his artwork just to go back kissing him, it’s maybe too much tongue, way too much, but Cele doesn’t care right now, he was close while he was giving him head already, now he’s basically there.
He moans Luca’s name in a way that makes the older want to hear him say it like that every time they meet, and he gives the final strokes to his dick, making him come all over his fist.
Luckily he doesn’t get the car seat dirty, cause that would’ve been shit to clean, then he grabs a towel tucked into the space in front of cele and cleans up his hand, tossing it in the back as Cele recomposes himself.
“You are-“
before Cele can continue Luca’s lips are once again against his, and maybe he just imagines it, but it feels like Luca’s smiling.
They break away and stay silent and still for a bit, until Luca turns towards Cele, who’s still blushing a bit, and calls for him.
“What?” “I’m going to get on the road to get you home ok?” “Oh. I thought you wanted to go to your house, yeah you know since we just - sorry” “No no don’t be sorry Cele, I won’t lie I would like a lot to take you home and have sex but I am waking up at like 5 in the morning and I really need to get some decent amount of sleep” “Work?” “I have business outside the city, so I’ll be out all day, but don’t worry if you need something just call me ok? Actually just - take this, it should still have something like 10k on it, have fun at the mall”
Cele stares at the credit card in his hand, and can’t believe what he just heard, he’s just been given 10k for a day. Luca is still driving, they’re gonna be at Cele’s in 10 judging by the roundabout they just passed.
“It’s a lot Luca, I know what the contract states, but this is a lot” “I know you are not gonna spend them all in one go, but with this you don’t have to just look at an expensive thing you really want and then give up on buying it, treat yourself, eat in a nice place, you can invite Bez if you want, that card is yours, you can offer things to him” “Bez is back in his hometown this sunday, I’m alone, but you mean it? I can get anything? Can I get the 800€ Lego set of the Millenium Falcon?” “Of course” “Can I buy mangas?” “Everything. you. want. Consider this a contract signature bonus” “Thanks. Like - really” “Don’t worry bimbo I enjoy this”
Still with that pet name, it sounds so different when Luca says it, it feels right, not belittling, or insulting like it would if it was someone else calling him like that.
They arrive at his house, but Cele doesn’t want to go back home alone, he wants to stay with Luca, not just to have sex, just stay with him, maybe watch him while he works, eat with him, and then yes, have sex of course, but later.
He bites the inside of his cheek and bites his lip, Luca just leans over to kiss him, and they say goodbye, Cele walks up the stairs and into his apartment, tossing himself on the couch, still not fully believing he got both to suck Luca off and have 10k on a credit card.
If this isn't a jackpot he doesn’t know what it is.
•••
On Sunday morning, Bez wakes up already tired, he wants his dog, and to go out with Cele to smoke and talk shit, and see Edo and Ale and listen to them talk about stupid things. But no. Family time.
He scoffs and grabs his phone, charger and a change of clothes in case he needs them. While taking his phone he sees a string of four or five texts from Cele, and decides he still has 10 spare minutes to have a look.
First two messages are just “bro bro bro”, the third gives the real tea “I sucked him off, Bez he’s at least 20 not joking” the fourth, “oh look what he did” and immediately after the fifth text, a picture of his neck. With a hickey, a dark and clearly fresh hickey standing proud right there, where no shirt or sweatshirt would cover, made on purpose, Cele is one lucky bastard.
He texts back with “told you he was big” and “he looks good at marking you, is he possessive?” He’ll see the answers once he’s at his parents’, right now he has to climb in the car and set the navigator, he never remembers which highway exit to take when he has to go home.
The drive to Viserba is filled with him singing along to the songs in his playlist and the thought of doing a U turn and going back to Bologna, but no, he promised, he promised Silvia and Laura, he will not let his sisters down.
He calls Laura when he’s twenty minutes away, but she doesn’t answer. Odd. He calls again, no answer. Maybe she’s helping their mother in the kitchen, no big deal. He calls Silvia, and she answers.
“Oi tell Laura to check her phone, called her twice and she didn’t answer, is she with mom?” “Laura’s not here Marco, she’s on holiday with her new guy” “...What” “Yeah it was a sudden thing, she called like - yesterday I think, and told mom she wouldn’t be here today” “So let me get this straight, I drive from Bologna home, to be with people I can’t fucking stand asking me shit about my personal life, and I agree to do it just because the two of you are there, just to find out ten minutes before parking Laura’s not there?”
There’s silence for a bit, he can hear his father in the background asking about him, and one of his uncles chatting with him.
“I thought she told you Marco, but hey, I’m here, we can just pretend we’re going to have a talk and run away to the beach” “I didn’t want to sound rude to you, sorry, I’m here by the way, just - yeah I just hope they can mind their fucking business” “They already asked me when I’m getting pregnant sooooo I don’t think they will”
Bez lets out a breath and gets down the car, locking it as he walks to the entrance, Silvia running out to hug him while he just walks up to his parents and greets them, his relatives are all there, and he can see the judgement in their eyes.
They all know who he likes, and despite pretending to be fine with it, Bez knows they bad mouth him as soon as he turns around. He’s heard them, more than once, and he didn’t care too much, but it was still annoying.
“He should find a nice girl and settle for life” “He should find a real job and give up his stupid dream of working in MotoGP” “Back in my days such things didn’t exist, you were either normal or a fag, now he’s what? Half and half? Why do kids these days need to create such idiotic things? If he brings home a man I’m sure as hell not staying in the same room as them”
They were stupid bigoted comments, but still, hearing people call his dream stupid or him a fag or whatever were not nice, he can tune them out most of the times, but in the long run they hurt, they settle in his brain somewhere ready to explode.
“Marco, do you want to help me with the seasoning for the bruschette?” “Yes ok, I’ll be there mom”
He follows his mother to the kitchen, and starts cutting up the tomatoes, while she prepares the seasoning and his dad looks for carbonella.
“Marco” “Mh?” “Is there really no one you can bring here? Your aunts have been expecting you to have a girlfriend by now, and honestly, I’ve been too, you’re 25, you should start thinking about this” “I tried mom ok? I just - there’s no one that really interest me right now, I tried going out with this guy but he stopped texting me so it went to hell” “Marco about this, can’t you…can’t you just try and find a girl? You like them, no? Just look for a girl, not for a guy”
Bez stops what he’s doing, turning towards his mother. His relatives he might not give a fuck what they think or say, but his mother? That’s another thing completely.
“Why? What if - if tomorrow I find the love of my life and it’s a man, what then huh? You told me you loved me no matter who I’d bring home, as long as they make me happy. You supported me when I told you about being scared of telling dad, you - why are you saying this now?”
His mother places the bowl with seasoning on the counter, turning around to face Bez, who’s clearly trying not to cry, and she feels bad, but can't help going on.
“I’m just saying, it would be easier. Here there’s always a few girls who ask me when you are coming back for holidays, if you’re single, how long you are staying. And I’m sure in Bologna there’s lots of girls as well, why don’t you look for one and just be happy?” “I’m not having this talk mom. I’m finished here, I’ll go see if dad needs help with the barbecue”
A few hours pass, it’s time to finally eat, Bez is sitting between Silvia and one of his younger cousins, who’s probably 18 or 19, he doesn’t even remember, he’s just hungry, and grabs a few costine from the plate where the meat has been placed.
He doesn’t speak, just eats, and this part is fine, he’s fine, still thinking about his mother’s words but fine, no one’s spoken up about the lack of a +1 from his side yet and he hopes this will be the rhythm of the day.
•••
Pecco is walking in circles, Luca is out of the city for work, he’s home alone, he can’t go out yet and he still hasn’t told Luca anything about what happened.
Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe he should live with the guilt and the embarrassment for the rest of his life as a punishment, maybe he should never think about it again.
Which is complicated, because that shit was good, better than the majority of it he’s had in general.
But it was also as wrong as the Sun rising from West and setting East. It was wrong on so many levels he doesn’t even know how the fuck it happened. Well no, he does know, and he remembers how he felt during it, but he still shouldn’t have done it.
He has to call him, because he should know he’s gonna tell Luca. He picks up his phone and dials the number, it rings a few times before it gets picked up.
“Oh, Pecco, finally, been wondering when you’d call” “I - uhm I am sorry I ran like that but - yeah I’m at Luca’s now, been here for a few days, I’m getting a hotel room tomorrow” “Nice. You haven’t told him anything, right? Wouldn’t want him going crazy over one small thing.
Pecco breathes in and out, building courage to say something.
“It’s not a small thing Vale, it’s not at all” “It wasn’t a big deal Pecco, it happens, that’s it” “I’m telling Luca. I don’t know when precisely but this week for sure”
He hears commotion in the background and Vale standing up from the chair he was sat on, walking the stairs up to his room.
“You are absolutely not telling him that. I forbid you from doing it” “How would you do that? I’m an adult I make my decisions” “Will you tell him this as well? That it was you who asked, no sorry, begged, because you said you were an adult making choices? Huh? Will you Pecco? Or will you act like a poor victim who got deviated by me?”
Pecco stays silent. Vale’s right, he was the one to ask, he was the one saying it was his decision and his business what he wanted to do. It was kinda his fault.
“I will, I shouldn't even tell you, but I figured it would be nice” “You won’t, it’s our business, not his” “Oh is it? Is it our business? Because it didn’t seem our business when Uccio barged in a moment after we finished fucking and he started yelling at me. It didn’t seem our business when you stayed silent as that asshole yelled at me while I was trying to dress back up and was scared as fuck he would beat me up”
He takes a breath, then he goes again. He’s not letting this one slide.
“It didn’t seem our business when you let your friend call me a whore and a grid slut. And you didn’t defend me when he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the floor. I still have the bruise, you know?” “It shouldn’t have happened Pecco, and it’s our business to act like it never did” “No. I’m telling him. If this jeopardizes my relationship with Luca I’ll make peace with it, but I’m not keeping for me that you and me fucked, I can’t, not with him”
Vale closes the call, and Pecco stays with his phone in hand a bit, before sitting back down on the couch and starting to bite at his nails furiously.
It’s going to be a huge fucking mess.
•••
At the third question about his love life Bez has had enough, he wants them all to shut the fuck up and never bother him again, because they’re all so fucking loud and their words overlap, they all talk together, over one another, the words don’t make sense, nothing makes sense.
Silvia drags him out the table and into the living room, pretending he’s going to just calm him down and come back in a minute. She knows when her brother is getting overwhelmed, he’s seen him react more than once, he’s seen him explode, cry, and get violent once.
She knows perfectly if he’s going to have an anxiety attack of a meltdown, and this is very much a meltdown.
“Marco. Oi, You’re on the couch, I’m here, they’re outside, take your hands off your ears come on”
Bez obeys, but he’s got tears in his eyes, he knows they’re gonna call him a freak, just because he sometimes can’t take that many people talking all together and especially if directed at him, he just can’t.
“We’re going to the beach ok? We can talk a bit in peace or stay silent up to you alright? Get up now i’m not dragging your ass to destination”
He follows his sister, slamming the door behind them and walking the short distance to the place they go on these occasions. A small dune they sit on top of, and just chat, and relax.
“I hate them” “Thay’re idiots” “Mom…mom told me I should ignore my feelings for guys and go for a girl” “That sucks. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone beside you and Lau”
Bez scoffs, he remembers when Silva came to him one night, and asked him how he knew he liked boys as well as girls. He had told her he just knew, that he had feelings for a guy, that he thought actors were hot and also actresses.
She had told him she didn’t think boys were cute, that they were actually ugly. Bez had hugged her and reassured her, then secretly taken her to Bologna Pride Parade, where he had met Franco, and two years later, Cele.
“You know, I met someone. She’s cute, and funny. She’s smart and I honestly think this could go very well” “Name?” “Luisa” “Cute. And how old is the woman dating my sister?” “She’s your age don’t worry, she’s from Cattolica”
Bez hums, Silvia shows him a picture, the girl is nice, the type of girl he would go for honestly, and she seems a good person, at least from the few texts Silvia shows him. And he should be happy, because his sister found a girlfriend, because she is clearly happy, and because he is not in a bad situation, financially or work-like speaking.
“You know, Celin’s found someone too” “The boy from Torino? Oh I remember him, he was so sweet!” “Yeah, he’s with this lawyer, filthy rich, tall, blonde and blue eyed” “Well he has an eye for guys for sure” “They look good together”
They stay silent again, Bez takes a cigarette and lights it, starting to smoke it despite Silvia’s admonishing gaze. He knows it’s not a good thing for his health, but honestly who cares, he needs to relax, and this does the work.
“I think there’s something wrong with me” “What do you mean?” “I’ve got no one, no one interests me, I am 25 I should - I should’ve found someone already fuck’s sake” “You will Marco” “What if I’ll be alone for the rest of my life? What if no one wants to have to deal with me and I end up lonely and sad?”
Bez is on the verge of crying, and Silvia notices, hugging him and letting him rest his head on her leg, stroking his hair and reassuring him quietly.
They stay there one more hour, chatting, before deciding to head back home.
•••
“Luca? Luca, are you in there?”
Pecco is knocking at Luca’s bedroom door, and he finally hears some noise from the other side of the door. Luca just woke up, and wonders why the fuck is Pecco already dressed.
“Lu! Finally” “Why are you dressed to go out?” “Don’t you remember? You promised to drive me to the Ranch so I can get my bike and we go on a ride together” “Oh god. Yeah yeah let me get changed” “If you don’t want to see Vale that’s ok eh, i’ll go grab it alone and you’ll sit in the car”
Luca nods, and starts looking for normal clothes to wear, he calls in the office and says he won’t be in until later in the afternoon, then closes the call and walks to the kitchen, Pecco makes toasts. Better than nothing he guesses.
They eat mostly in silence, only words spent are to call over Sissy and give her some food, then they both put on shoes and get on the Wrangler.
“You sure you’re ok with coming along?” “I promised, so yes”
They talk a bit about everything and nothing, Luca tells him a bit more about Cele, and Pecco breaks the ice asking him if they already fucked.
“I am a gentleman Pecco, I at least wait the second dinner” “Such a old fashioned guy I see” “Yeah the second dinner is this evening” “I take it back, but you didn’t do anything? I mean nothing happened?”
Luca goes a bit read, and Pecco starts to tease him about it, asking him to tell him more, Luca telling him to fuck off and Pecco asking again. He wants to know what his best friend does after all.
“He gave me head, and I jerked him off, nothing over the lines” “At his? You didn’t bring him home yet, no?” “Actually we were in the M4” “In the- Lucaaaaa you’re evolving taste” “Oh shut up, we didn’t fuck”
Pecco laughs still, Luca usually doesn’t do anything outside his house, or the office maybe, but he’s still not sure of that, one never knows when he’s needed, and being interrupted mid-fuck cause a client needs help is not the best thing ever.
“Was he good? Or nah?” “I never had someone suck me off so well in my life Pecco” “Ouch. Thanks eh” “No offense man but - God he was something else” “Yeah please don’t get hard now thank you” “I can control myself mr ‘I got hard watching a guy take his shirt off at a mechanic shop’” “Shut the fuck up”
They don’t talk much the rest of the drive, Pecco almost falling asleep a few times, Luca focusing on the road and how to actively not meet Vale in any way once they’re at the Ranch.
When he parks, he stays in the car, there’s Vale and Uccio waiting for Pecco, and yeah he knows him and Uccio fought, but there’s a weird vibe around Pecco’s and Vale’s short interaction, there’s tension, heaviness.
Maybe it’s just because Pecco and Uccio had a discussion, who knows. The only time he climbs down the car is to help Pecco load the bike on it, a beautiful Ducati Monster which Pecco cherishes like an infant.
There’s a quick nod exchange between Luca and Vale, nothing less nothing more. Acknowledgement, this is what they’ve reduced themselves to.
When they get back home they immediately go for a ride, Pecco is supposed to arrive in town today, so there’s no problem in being seen now.
The ride is nice, they pass each other on the street a few too many times, but in the end they’re fine, and they get back home.
“If you ever have problems on this while you stay here, go to this shop, ask for Cele, you see how he made my Panigale run perfectly” “Will do”
They get back inside, Pecco’s suitcase already done for his transfer to the Hotel he should be in from today until friday. He needs to tell Luca now. It’s either now or never in his life. He’s here he has the chance, he knows hiding it will only eat him alive.
“Lu?” “Mh” “Can we talk for a sec?” “Yeah sure”
They sit at the kitchen table, Pecco biting his nails while Luca tells him to stop and speak instead. He’s scared, how will Luca react? Not well that’s for certain, but what can he expect?
“I told you I fought with Uccio, no? We argued” “Yes” “Didn’t tell you why” “Are you planning on doing it now?”
Pecco nods, looking away, then at Luca, away again and once again at Luca. He must know. He’s his best friend. He must know it won’t happen again. Ever.
“He walked in on me and, and Vale, having sex"
Luca stays silent, a huge veil, heavy and thick, lays on top of them, he looks like he’s processing the fact, like he’s trying to make it make sense, even if it doesn't have any rational explanation.
“I swear it was one time, just one, I was full of adrenaline after winning Mugello, and Vale was there, we drunk a bit I regret it, I would stop myself if I could, I-”
Luca doesn’t say a word, he just gets up and goes to his bedroom, before locking it he turns to Pecco, and his eyes are filled with disgust, and hurt.
“Of all people. Him. I don’t want to see you now Pecco go away"
He locks the door, and Pecco knows there’s no way he’s getting out the room anytime soon, so he just grabs his things and goes to the Hotel, leaves the things there and decides to go for a ride again, but as soon as he tries to start his bike, it doesn’t.
“Oh come on! Just start fucking piece of shit!”
It doesn’t. Obviously. He has the number of the tow truck service at the shop where Luca told him to go on a little card, so he dials it, and waits for it to come. The driver doesn’t recognize him, luckily, and he just grabs a taxi, who recognises him tho, and asks for a selfie, which he grants.
The drive is not very long, 15 minutes and he’s there, and he climbs down the taxi leaving the change to the man who brought him there. The driver of the tow truck takes the bike inside, and Pecco enters.
Silence. Complete, era-deafening silence. Please just let them be professionals.
He walks up to the guy behind the counter, who looks at him as if Saint Mary just appeared beside him.
“uhm hi I was recommended this shop by a friend of mine, my Monster completely stopped working and I - I was told to ask for Cele”
Silence again, then the man, who Pecco supposes to be the owner, speaks.
“Cele is out for a few errands, and he’s fully scheduled, he can’t take any more work” “Oh, ok uhm do you have anyone available in the short term?” “Him”
Pecco follows the direction the man he gets is called Paso is pointing. And fuck him. It’s the guy he stalked on insta and asked Luca about just a few days prior. Marco. Marco Bezsomething.
“Ok, thanks I uhm, the bike” “I’ll help you”
The guy comes forwards, his curls are even more beautiful when seen from close distance, and his arms look even better somehow, he is really amazing.
They get to the work station and Bez can’t fucking believe it. There’s Pecco Bagnaia where he works. He is fixing his bike. He is fucking fixing Pecco Bangaia’s bike. He’s going to die. And tell everyone he knows. Maybe in the opposite order. He doesn’t know. He’s going to faint oh God.
“You are - I can’t. Can I ask you for a picture? Please? I - you are my favourite and please just please just a picture” “Oh yes of course, I don’t look great sorry I just arrived here” “Oh no you look amazing, I mean, you look great like always, I’m sure the picture will be amazing, sorry I’m talking too much, Franco take a picture come on!” “Calm down Bez, you’re going to explode” “Fuck off”
The picture gets taken, and it is a good picture actually, Pecco has to admit it, he likes it a lot, mainly he likes the sensation of having the curly beauty he can’t stop thinking about next to him.
“I’m sorry I look like a psycho but it’s just - you are you I can’t believe it” “Do you watch motogp?”
Bez looks at him as if he’s dumb, then proceeds to lift his shirt and Pecco almost dies, he's got the Mugello track tattooed on his right hip, and just above, Assen. He looks closer. It’s the Assen track with the date of his first win there.
“I look like a psycho sorry, I’m Marco by the way, Bez if you will” “Pecco” “Sorry I’ll get to fix your bike immediately. Can you tell me what and how it happened?” “Yeah I just went for a ride this morning and it was fine, but when I tried to start it before coming here it just didn’t” “How long without maintenance?” “One month”
The guy - Bez, starts admiring the bike, inspecting every centimeter of it, and Pecco does the same with him, trying to get in his mind as many details as possible, like the little scar on his face probably due to varicella as a kid, his height, the mess of tattoos on his forearm, how he moves around the Ducati.
Bez finds the problem in 5 minutes, it’s easy enough, it’s an engine thing and it’ll realistically take a few days to be fixed, he just hopes it will be fine once he’s done because this isn’t anyone’s bike, this is - Jesus he can’t believe it. Despite finding it he doesn’t comment on it for many more minutes, because he can feel he has Pecco’s eyes on him, and God does he want them to stay glued to him.
“Ok so, it’s the engine, there’s been a rupture here in the chain, but due to another few problems like…this leak here, I gotta change the engine whole not just replace the broken chain, I’d say two days and you can have this beauty back”
Pecco doesn’t even hear Bez speaking, he’s just staring at his hand resting on the left handle, almost grazing it with his fingers, and he’s very much not imagining it as the bike handle in his mind.
Bez repeats the explanation, and Pecco gets out his trance, blushing a bit because it’s stupid to be this attracted to someone he’s never spoken to before.
“Oh yeah thanks I - two days is more than fine thanks” “No problems” “Can I stay here? I mean I’m sure you’re a really good mechanic but -” “But the bike is your baby and you want to be sure I don’t mess with it, I get it, I never let someone touch mine”
Pecco looks over where Bez is pointing, that bike can’t be legal, like at all, there’s nothing legal about it, it’s even missing a license plate.
“Yeah it’s not properly like I got it from the stock but you gotta have fun with what you have no?” “I think so yes”
Bez works in silence for a bit, diligently taking off the keel to work on removing the engine. To Pecco he looks like an artist, if the Monster was a painting Bez would be covered in paint of all different colors instead of grease, but he thinks he’s hotter like this, operating on his bike, sweating.
“Does it bother you if I take off my shirt? I’m burning here” “Oh no no, don’t worry, I get it it’s very hot” “Yeah, it’s shit”
Pecco stares as Bez takes off his shirt, he’s simply amazing, he can see the piercing now, and the writing under it. “Live to ride, ride to live” Pecco thinks he would very much like to see Bez ride him but he can’t just say it outloud, or comment on any tattoo for the matter, it would be suspicious and even creepy if he did.
But he really can’t help trying to map every inch of tattooed skin on Bez’s body, he just feels pulled to him, magnetically, naturally, like they’re two magnets attracting each other.
Bez does his best not to completely freak out, he still hasn’t fully realized who’s there, and he’s sure once he will he will go completely dumb, he could forget how a bike’s made fuck’s sake.
He just hopes Pecco hasn’t seen the poster he hung when he won last year, it’s a bit difficult to miss, but Pecco has his eyes glued on the bike, so maybe he hasn’t noticed yet. He’ll have to hide it if he comes back tomorrow, there’s fucking hearts drawn on it, it’s ridiculous really, it looks like his older sister’s One direction post from when she was 15, Harry Styles submerged by little hearts, same with Luis? Louis? Lewis? who the fuck remembers.
“Bez I got you the - WHAT THE FUCK” “oh. Celin, thanks, yeah don’t - don’t ask I don’t know, he said someone recommended him this place, you specifically” “Huh?” “Are you Cele?”
Cele freezes in place. This is Pecco Bagnaia asking him if he’s him. In what kind of vodka induced dreaming coma is he in? This can’t be real. At all. Because if it is he’s going to faint now.
“Luca told me to come here if I had problems and to ask for you but your boss told me you were fully scheduled” “Luca - you know Luca?” “Oh yes he’s V- we’re friends”
Cele can’t understand. How in the fucking world is this possible. What is Luca to him? A friend? His lawyer? Was it Pecco the friend he had around visiting? Impossible, if they got out the house surely there would’ve been pictures, and Bez would’ve found them all in one second. He is genuinely obsessed with Pecco.
“Celin, the wrench” “Oh, here here, take it, I have to uhm to finish the Yamaha” “Luca says many good things about you, I’m glad you two met”
Cele goes red, then white then red again. God Luca talks about him. To his friends. He talked about him to Pecco motherfucking Bagnaia.
He goes back to his workstation, checking the phone for new texts, and he finds one from Luca, saying he wants to hang out tonight, that he already booked a taxi which will pick him up at work at 8:15 and drive him to Luca’s house. He accepts, obviously, because he’s not fucking crazy.
He hears Bez laugh and turns his head, he throws his head back like always, and he’s shirtless, like always as well, and Pecco is legit staring at his friend’s body, and if he looks with sufficient attention he can definitely see he’s blushing a bit.
Pecco is having a hard time remaining calm, he said one stupid thing, one joke about the bike and suddenly he’s hearing the most beautiful laugh ever directly from the source, who comes in the shape of an ideal man for him.
Bez gets to work immediately tho, inspecting the bike once more, with shimmering eyes and trembling hands.
“You really are gone eh baby?”
Pecco is about to fucking answer, but for a shot of pure luck he realizes Bez’s talking to the bike, not about him, shit would’ve been embarrassing if he answered, God.
Pecco finds Bez to be really funny, and a pleasant person in general, they talk about MotoGP obviously, and bikes, but Bez really looks like he’s in love with what he says, he explains things in a way that make Pecco wish he was completely ignorant on the matters so that Bez could explain him everything, even the stupidest details he knows.
Bez obviously adores having Pecco beside him, it’s a dream come true, the most absurd interconnection of events bringing the three times World champion in the shop where he works, and letting him touch his bike.
Pecco feels at ease, except when Bez flexes his muscles once while saying he trains too, while obviously not at Pecco’s levels.
“I like to stay fit” “Yeah I see that” “How much do you train?” “Uhm well in the morning we have two and a half hours of gym and in the evening usually one of cardio or just plain running” “Fuck”
Pecco goes away at 7, Cele and Bez, as usual, at eight. They talk all the remaining time, Bez is absolutely losing his mind, Cele as well because shit Pecco was here, Pecco knows their names, Pecco will be here at least another day. Like last time, Cele brought a good change of clothes, he knows he probably won’t need them much because him and Luca are going to fuck, but he wanted to look decent at least.
The taxi is waiting in front of the shop, and when he climbs in the driver asks him for confirmation of the address. Well. He doesn’t know where Luca lives, so he nods, hoping he’s not getting kidnapped tonight.
When he arrives at Luca's building he looks around, not sure which floor he lives on, and how to reach it, so he just calls him.
“Cele, are you almost here?” “I should be, on which floor are you? Do I have to ring?” “Oh, yeah sorry, ninth floor, ring at Marini, just take the elevator” “Ok thanks”
He rings, and Luca opens the door at the entrance, repeating to him to go get the elevator and go to the ninth floor.
He follows his directions, ninth is the last floor, it must be a very nice house for sure, Luca seems to have nice taste and he’s rich, so it can only be a beautiful house. He rings again once he reaches the floor, and realizes Luca’s is the only apartment on this floor, so it’s an attic. Fuck it gets better.
“Hi” “Hi Luca” “Come in”
There’s an amazing smell of food, which makes Cele pull a face, he thought they would fuck immediately, he didn’t mentally prepare himself for a dinner beforehand. He feels stupid.
“Are you ok Cele? You don’t like the food I made? I can make something else if you want” “No no it looks delicious I just thought we uhm we would’ve skipped dinner” “I’m a gentleman Cele, I offer something before getting to bed”
Cele goes red, and Luca smiles, telling him to sit because the dinner is ready, and Cele is about to do it, then, he hears a soft purr and mew, and turns his head around.
“Oh my God!” “What?” “You have a kitty! Ah it’s so cuteeeeee what’s your name baby?” “She’s Sissy, I found her five months ago on my way home from work” “You’re so pretty Sissy, you look like a plushie” “Ah don’t pi-”
Luca doesn’t have the time to tell Cele the cat’s not fond of strangers and would most likely scratch him because he’s already picked her up, petting her head and holding her like a baby. Sissy just sniffs him a bit and then starts to purr, and Luca can’t help but smile like an idiot.
“I’m glad you like her but dinner will get cold” “Oh yes sorry, she’s just so tiny and pretty”
Luca smiles again, and serves them both a portion. He made Tagliatelle al ragù, which honestly Cele loves, they’re a traditional dish, and he's eaten tons of them during the years, but he’s sure Luca’s are amazing.
“I made them this evening, so they’re fresh” “You made made the tagliatelle?” “Mhmh, I like to do my own food when I have the time, especially with things like pasta, pizza or those along the lines of them” “Oh. I used to do them back home, and gnocchi, and agnolotti del plin, you don’t have them here tho” “I know a few places where they make them, I could take you there” “It wouldn’t taste like home, I’m particular about that dish” “I get it, makes sense”
They eat, and Cele praises Luca’s cooking more than once, because both the pasta and the ragù taste incredibly good, there’s the right amount of salt and sauce and meat and spiciness.
But once again, to him Luca is perfect, so whatever he does is perfect for correlation.
They don’t talk much, one because they’re both really hungry, and two because Cele doesn’t know what to say, the kind of calls of this type he usually gets are from Grindr, and there’s no eating before or afterwards, he goes to the guy’s house, they fuck, and then he goes back home.
He knows this is not a hookup call, because they’ve got a contract, but still, it feels strange. In a good way, but still strange. And he doesn’t know how to bring up the topic, because it feels embarrassing.
“So uhm when do you want to like…sorry I feel stupid asking” “When you want to, we can still stay here a bit to talk if you prefer it, there’s no rush” “No no, I want to I just get embarrassed, I don’t know how to ask” “You’re cute when you’re like this, you know?”
Cele blushes even more than he already was, because Luca has got that fucking smirk that makes him go crazy, and this is all so surreal.
“Come here Cele”
He obeys, because what should he do? Luca’s like a siren, his voice can make him do whatever, he realizes it’s dangerous, but it’s so so arousing as well. Once he’s near Luca, he gets pulled on his lap, and Luca starts kissing his neck, lightly, like he did last time, and Cele melts.
Luca breaks away and looks at Cele’s neck, smiling proudly. He noticed the hickey, how it was still there, a mark, his mark, on Cele. After just a second they start making out, Cele’s arms around Luca’s neck, while Luca is getting his hands under Cele’s shirt, feeling his goosebumps under his fingertips.
Cele tries to break away, but Luca pulls him closer, and stands up from the chair, Cele automatically wraps his legs around Luca’s waist, and as soon as Luca starts walking to his bedroom he yelps, immediately going red in the face and hiding it in the crook of Luca’s neck while the older laughs a bit, sill holding him while walking to the room.
He closes the door behind him with a kick and lays Cele down on the bed, immediately going to kiss him once again, Cele’s legs still wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, closer, impossibly so, and Luca wastes no time in taking off both their shirts, and he starts leaving kisses all over Cele’s chest and collarbones, making the younger whine.
The only thing Cele manages to say is “off off” while tugging at Luca’s sweatpants, and Luca is more than happy to follow his orders, taking them off and ending up wearing just boxers. Cele unwraps his legs from around Luca, tugging off both his sweatpants and boxers, tossing them to the floor, and Luca does the same, Cele still stares at Luca’s dick, wondering how it's gonna fit.
“Do you want me to put on a condom? I’m clean” “I’m, I’m clean too, no no it’s ok without, it’s fine I like it” “Nice”
They kiss again, Cele thinks he’s never liked kissing someone this much, Luca feels already overwhelming like this, and they’re just grinding and kissing.
Luca breaks away and opens a drawer, taking the lube out and squirting some on his fingers, coating them and looking at Cele asking for permission.
“Yes. Yes please”
Luca smiles and - fuck he just now realizes this is the first time he’s seeing Cele like this, he looks make of alabaster, he’s so pale, the contrast with the blush on his face and chest is amazing.
He pushes one finger in, but finds almost no resistance to it.
Has he fucked someone else the day before? Who? Bez maybe? He knows they’re not technically exclusive but it still pisses him off.
“You’re loose” “I kinda tried to prep myself at work, in the showers, but there was no one around, and and the showers stalls are closed, you can’t see inside” “How sweet Cele, but I’m gonna do it anyway ok? I want to be sure you’re well prepped” “Ok, you’re not mad right? That I did it” “Absolutely not, it’s hot Cele”
Luca deems him loose enough to push a second finger in, and this time he can feel resistance, Cele moans and shuts his eyes close, gripping the sheets as Luca moves his fingers inside him, finding his prostate and making him moan once again, louder this time.
He scissors his fingers, and leaves a few kisses on Cele’s neck, grazing his teeth against Cele’s throat, making him whine. He loves how sensitive Cele seems, he can bet he’s gonna have a lot of fun with him, and that they will both love it.
He doesn’t decrease the intensity of his fingers movements, and just keeps on kissing Cele’s neck, and using the other hand to rub circles on Cele’s hip. Luca loves having this kind of control, it’s addictive in a way, seeing how someone gives themselves to him so freely and willingly.
When he gets the third finger in Cele moans again, one hand going to grab Luca’s back of the neck and pulling him close so they can make out while Luca absolutely tortures Cele’s hole, hitting his prostate a few times, just to have him arch his back a little, that little that makes Luca go crazy.
Luca keeps going for a while, he has no intention of making Cele feel bad, or hurt him because he’s too horny to stretch him well. Maybe he’ll take a bit longer, but who cares, he has him in his bed, and he’s not letting him go.
“I’m ready Luca, really, just fuck me” “Are you sure bimbo?” “Yes”
He hopes he is, he stretched him enough, but he’s always a bit worried he’ll lose his control and go overboard. He can't think of hurting him just to have sex, no, never.
Luca takes out his fingers and coats his dick a bit with lube, but before he can start Cele stops him. There it goes, he’s rethinking this.
“Can we do doggystyle? I prefer it” “Oh of course yes, however you’re comfortable Cele”
Cele’s not actually more comfortable like this, but he’s scared if he looks at Luca in his eyes he’ll cum immediately, and it can definitely not happen the first time he fucks with him. Cele turns around and Luca lets out a moan, he’s got such a nice ass, but there’s no time to stare and daydream right now, so he just moves to be comfortable and pushes his dick inside, slowly.
Cele is gripping at the sheets, Luca has both his hands on Cele’s hips, who right now isn’t even on all fours, he’s resting on his elbows and knees, arching his back as much as he can because he knows he can feel it more this way.
Luca would’ve liked it more if they fucked in a position that would let him see Cele’s face, but if the other prefers this then he has no right to counterbait, because afterall he loves this position, so, nothing lost.
He pushes all the way in, and Cele feels the stretch, it’s overwhelming and perfect, but if Luca doesn’t start moving right this second he fears he’s going to go mad, he knows it’ll probably hurt the next day, he’ll be sore for sure, but he’s also sure it will be worth it.
“Move Luca come on”
Luca starts kissing at his shoulder blades, his chest is basically glued to Cele’s back, and as he moves higher to kiss the boy’s nape he starts moving, at first small and slow thrusts, not deep at all, just to test the waters, he doesn’t want to be too harsh.
But it’s clear pretty quickly Cele doesn’t find this enough, so he starts moving faster, not covering Cele’s body with his own anymore, and Cele starts moaning and whimpering, he feels so good, but he really needs Luca to go faster and harder, because he didn’t do this to be treated like glass.
He tries to communicate it by moving his hips to meet Luca’s thrusts, but to no avail, it’s still too slow and gentle, which he appreciates because it means Luca’s a nice person and is probably scared to hurt him, but on the other hand he honestly just wants Luca to wreck him, and the only way to have more is to ask for it. There goes his dignity.
“Luca you can go harder” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” “Let me say that again. I need you to go harder”
Luca doesn’t answer that one, he just smiles, and pulls out almost all the way just to slam back in whole, and Cele almost dies with how good it felt. He gets pinned to the mattress, one of Luca’s hands moving from holding Cele’s hip to press down his back and keep him glued to the bed. Cele becomes louder, each thrust is a moan, and Luca can’t help but wanting to listen to them more and more.
Luca does want to spank Cele, but it’s their first time together, and maybe Cele doesn’t like it, or it’s too much for the first fuck anyway. But still, the need to do it is great, he’ll try to ask in the future, hoping for a positive answer.
Meanwhile Cele is shifting to another dimension, already back when he sucked Luca off he saw how big he was, sure. But feeling it inside is something else. He wants to last, to get fucked for as long as he can handle, for as long as Luca wants. Because he’s not just big, he’s damn good at it as well.
Cele can feel Luca’s eyes on him, those eyes with a color so unique he’s sure only Luca has in the whole world. He can hear Luca moan, and breathe harder and harder, but as he tries to say something all he can do is moan Luca’s name, which only results in Luca going even faster. At this point Cele’s sure he could break, but it would still be fine, fine as hell.
What would be finer would be Luca’s hand around his throat, yes, cutting his breathing for a bit, getting him dumb, more than he already is. Cele knows he’s close, because he can feel it, and he tries to move one hand to jerk himself off, but Luca slaps it away.
“Don’t tire yourself Cele, let me” “I’m close” “Me too bimbo me too, you’re amazing you know that?”
Luca must be a mind reader, because he moves his hand again, from Cele’s shoulder blades to wrap around Cele’s throat and tighten the hold around it.
Cele’s mouth falls open, a strangled moan echoing in the room as Luca gives the final thrusts, moving the other hand too, stroking Cele’s dick and driving him closer to his orgasm, as he himself knows he’s not going to hold on for much longer.
Cele comes all over Luca’s fist and on the sheets, and still has the strength to turn around and beg him to come inside. His only purpose in telling him not to wear a condom was for Luca to come inside. He’s always had a preference for it, it’s probably the feeling of being owned, or marked, because he goes crazy when someone is possessive of him, and the idea of Luca doing that just drives him crazy.
“Are you sure? fuck” “Please”
Luca can’t disobey, so he just does what Cele asks him, coming inside him, moaning Cele’s name in his ear and fucking him through both their orgasms, slowing down the thrusts each time, until he stops and slips out, collapsing on the bed and grabbing a washcloth he left on the chair next to the bed.
“I’ll finish cleaning up and go home” “What? Why did I do something wrong?” “Absolutely not, but I mean, I figured I’d have to go home or you’d kick me out” “No Cele it’s late, stay here the night, we can sleep together, don’t worry I’ll get you something to wear”
Luca has very clearly no clothes that could be Cele’s size or fit him decently, so he just tosses him one of his shirts, the white one he wears during summer not to boil alive, and Cele smiles. Luca also gives him a pair of clean boxers, and Cele has to turn-up the hem of the underwear to make it fit, and Luca finds it adorable.
They both lay in bed, Luca just in boxers and Cele wearing his unbuttoned shirt, which looks huge on him.
“Good night Cele” “Thanks. For letting me stay and - one of the best nights I’ve had” “Whenever you want bimbo, I’m here” Cele falls asleep quickly, and Luca takes just a couple more minutes, where he studies Cele’s face and admires how Cele’s curls frame his face so prettily. He kisses him on the forehead and falls asleep, feeling fairly calm for the first time in a while.