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The Corkscrew - chapter 1

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The Corkscrew  - Part 3 Vale and Marc <3

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The Corkscrew - Part 3

As previously stated this fic is SLASH, so please do not read if you dont like this type of fic as it will offend you.

Ok guys so I stayed up late to finish this part, because I love these two so much!! I hope you enjoy, let me know if there is anything you want me to add to it....ideas always welcome :) Also I am quite tired now so please excuse any mistakes!! thank you xx

Valentino cut his holiday short so he could get back to see Marc; after the phone call he needed to see him, ached to touch him.  He didn’t know what to think anymore, whether it was right or wrong, whether he was taking advantage or not, he was so far gone, so lost to his feelings that  no way could he stop now.

He didn’t send a driver to collect Marc, he wanted to do it himself, wanted to see Marc, make the most of every moment they would have together.  Dressed in low wasted blue jeans, sneakers and a soft cotton t shirt Vale sat in his old worn out fiat in front of the airport.  His hair, slightly longer now, curled and waved in the breeze as he leant out of the window, eyes shaded behind dark glasses watching for Marc, his mouth twitching slightly, lips pouting, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.  He noticed Marc before Marc saw him, and fuck but the kid looked stunning, better than he had remembered even.  He was dressed in faded jeans and a Superdry Motor –X team t-shirt, his dark hair brushed up off of his face, with a canvas bag flung over his shoulder and carrying a jacket. Vale watched him for a moment, drinking the sight in before pumping the horn and waving at him.

“Ciao Marc!!” he called leaning out of the window and grinning

“Hey Vale, Hola!” The smile that lit the kids face up nearly took his breath away; it was wide and pure and made his whole face beam.  Moving round the car marc headed for the passenger door, opening it up and leaning in looking at Vale with big brown eyes, his face serious for a second

“I miss you Valentino.” He said, his head cocking to one side eyes searching Vale’s.

“Marc,” Vale said, his voice barely a whisper as he felt the heat rise in his gut and his heart rate double, “I can’t stop thinking of you since we last talked.”

Marc smiled, almost shyly his head dipping down, eyes dropping then going back up to meet Vale’s again, “yeah, that was hot.”

Grinning again he slid himself onto the passenger seat, dumping his bag, turning and planting a kiss on the side of Vale’s face.  Valentino’s hand sprung to the site of the kiss as if he had been stung, fingers touching the skin that now tingled beneath them.  The kid had got him……like really, reallygot under his skin, he was hooked and god but it was frightening……terrifying even because he knew that in the end there would certainly be pain, this was something he could never hold onto, but then maybe in the end that didn’t matter, maybe in the end the old saying was true, better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all. 

Driving along the track, dust and dirt swirling up around the car Marc gasped as he caught the first site of Valentino’s ranch.  In the distance down in the valley he could see a track, twisting and turning, glistened pale in the light. 

“You Like?” Vale asked; his eyebrow arching as he turned briefly to look at Marc, whose face was a picture of childish excitement and pure amazement.

“Si Vale! Si I like so much!”

Vale smiled to himself as they headed down the road and in through the big cast iron gates with Rossi’s Ranch emblazoned across, driving over to a small cluster of buildings, (a guest house and riders changing rooms),  that were situated close to the track.  Jumping out of the car Marc ran down to the side of the track, gazing at the view that greeted him.  It was breathtakingly beautiful, especially as the track was now bathed in the glow of the sun setting high up in the hills.  Vale stood next to him, looking out over the ranch, his hands on his hips, breathing the air in, the smell of the track, and the faint aroma of fuel from the bikes, and hot rubber.  He could think of nothing in the world that would make this moment more complete …….that was until marc slid his hand into his and held it tight.  Neither of them said anything, it wasn’t necessary the moment was perfect just as it was.

Having unpacked in the guest house, Marc headed downstairs to the kitchen to see Vale in full swing, chopping and sieving and boiling and frying……..not all at once of course, but to Marc it seemed that the man could multi task better than anyone he knew.

“Ehhhhh my bambino!” Vale said, grinning at Marc

“Awww Vale, I’m no kid!  You should know that by now!”  lips forming the perfect pout, as he swatted Valentino’s arm playfully.

Vale caught hold of his arm, pulling him in for a hug, “Si Si I know…….you are no kid for sure, but you are still my bambino!”

Marc blushed, snuggling into Vale’s arms, reaching up and kissing his neck, breathing in his scent , a mixture of cologne and ………well motorbikes….an unusual mixture but one that set Marc’s pulse racing, to him it was the perfect combination. Vale faltered allowing Marc to move close into him, feeling his lips soft and warm against his skin, wanting only to remove his cloths, lay him down and kiss every inch, every intimate part of his body……but all in good time, he could wait, he could be strong.

“We eat now Marc. Yes?”  Vale said holding firmly onto the kids arms, and pushing him gently away. 

Dinner, Marc thought was amazing; freshly made pasta with a homemade Italian sauce, red wine and a lemon and lime sorbet to finish.  He leant back in his chair, hands resting on his belly and sighed.  “Vale that was ……ummm ……that was “He frowned trying to remember the word, his mind a warm haze from the wine, “That was fantastico!”

Vale smiled, pulling him off the chair and leading him to the living room, where a warm fire flickered in the hearth, and pushed him gently down onto the soft cushions of the sofa. Marc looked up at him, eyes wide, lips red, the light from the fire making his skin glow.  Valentino dropped to his knees in front of him, hands resting on Marc’s thighs, drinking in the view.  Marc’s hands reaching out and tangled in his hair, nails scraping gently over his scalp sending shivers down his spine. 

“Kiss me.” Marc whispered.  “Vale Please……..please kiss me, I…..I need this, I need you.”  Leaning forward Valentino pushed Marc back, spreading his thighs and kneeling in between.  Their faces inches apart, Vale could feel the touch of Marc’s breath on his face, shallow and quick as Marc bit down on his own lip, waiting, anticipating.  Pushing up, inviting vale’s lips, almost begging for them until Valentino closed the gap and their lips met, mouths instantly open, wet and greedy, tongues lapping and searching.  Marc moaning as Vale held him firmly in his arms, kissing his face, his mouth, his neck unable to get enough, wanting more and more.  Stopping for a moment, trying to catch his breath, take stock Vale leaned back onto his heals and stood up.  His eyes never leaving Marc’s as he removed his t-shirt and jeans, feeling his skin flush with a blossom of goose bumps as the cool air hit him.  Marc stared, eyes transfixed.  Vale’s body was lean and beautifully defined his skin the colour of liquid barley.  He watched as the muscles in Vale’s stomach twitched and moved as his body shivered, not from the cold as Marc thought, but from the anticipation, the need, the desire. Marc quickly removed his top and jeans, sitting back down, his black cotton boxer briefs clinging to his body hiding very little of what lay covered beneath.  Reaching out his arms Marc beckoned Vale to him, pulling him down and clinging onto him.  Valentino could feel the warmth of his skin against him, the hardness of his cock against his thigh as they began to push and writhe together, a rhythmical slow movement  that had them both breathless and as Vale continued to kiss and lick at Marc’s neck Marc began to shiver and shake, the intensity and sensations becoming overwhelming.   Valentino stopped, gently stroking Marc’s face looking down at him eyes full of concern.

“Hey, you ok?”  He murmured,  still cradling Marc in his arms.  Marc looked away, then looked back up, “I……I have never done this before.” He whispered, looking away again as if ashamed.

Valentino gently hooking his fingers under his chin, bringing him back to look at him

“Marc its ok, don’t worry.”  He voice soothing and gentle.

“But I want to Vale” Marc said, looking pleadingly up into Vale’s eyes, and holding firmly onto Vale’s shoulders, “I want to, I just…..I ‘m just scared.  I …..I may do something wrong, Fuck,  you must think I am such a kid!”

Vale smiled, his thumb rubbing over Marc’s cheek fighting the urge to agree with marc that yes he did think of him as a kid, but saying that now wouldn’t be the best of ideas, so he bit his lip and smiled.

“That’s not what I think Marc.  I watch you ride your bike, how you push it how you control it on track.  You are a master before your time, and you are no kid.” A blush spread across Marc’s cheeks, “And, you don’t have to be scared, or do anything you don’t want to, ok? We go slowly, we take time, is no rush.”

Marc smiled, reaching for Vale and pulling him into a kiss, stealing the air from his lungs as he deepened it, plundering his mouth with an eager tongue.  Taking hold of Vale’s hand he guided it down his body until it rested on his hard cock,

“Touch me Vale,” Marc murmured between frantic kisses.  Shifting his body Vale manoeuvred himself so that he could lean in and pull down Marc’s boxers and then his own, Marc gasping at the sensation of skin against skin, cock against cock.  Running his fingers slowly up Marc’s thigh, cupping his balls, feeling the sensation of them in his palm, moving them gently making Marc arch up, trying to get more contact, and then moaning wantonly as Vale’s fingers moved on, tracing up the inside of his cock, making his hand wet, twisting his thumb and fingers around the head, massaging just beneath and then back down again.  Marc was lost, his head thrown back, his mouth open, eyes tight shut as he pushed up with his hips rutting into Vale’s hand, fingers clinging desperately to Vale’s back, digging in leaving scratches that would sting come the morning.

 Disentangling himself from Marc’s arms Vale moved slowly down his body, his lips kissing and sucking at Marc’s skin, Marc’s fingers wound tightly in his hair, eliciting fresh moans of pleasure as he nipped gently at a nipple, then licked it and then sucked at it.  Marc was writhing by this time, pleading and calling out in Spanish, lost to the sensations that Vale’s lips and fingers were creating, until he felt Vale take his cock into his mouth.  At this point Marc became ridged, his body shaking, trembling, almost unable to process the sensations that were flooding through him.  Vale stopped looking up at Marc’s face, “You want me to stop Marc?”  He whispered

“Ahhhh no, no Vale don’t stop……please….” And as Valentino took him back deep into his mouth again he cried out, “Fuck, yes yes…….oh god Vale yes.”  Unable to keep his hips still he bucked up into Vale’s mouth, out of control until he felt the steadying pressure of Valentino’s hand s holding onto his hips, regulating his thrusts, slowing them down until it became a rhythmical movement.  Marc could feel his orgasm building, the heat pooling in his stomach, but this time he wasn’t in control of it, wasn’t able to orchestrate it with his own hand, this time it was coming in waves of pleasure that shook him from within and that spread throughout him until he could hold back no longer, his body becoming rigid, fingers clenched in Vale’s hair, head thrown back, the muscles and tendons standing out in his neck as his body convulsed. As he floated on the high of his climax he could feel soft kisses and licks from vale, cleaning his cock, and then further up licking at his stomach until nothing was left; Marc’s eyes slowly opening, watching Vales mouth, that dirty sexy mouth, as his soft tongue darted out, lapping and sucking at Marc’s skin, and in this moment he thought he had never seen anything so fucking sexy in his who life.  Pulling Marc into his arms he kissed him slowly, Marc’s tongue nervously licking at his mouth, tasting himself on Vales tongue and moaning slightly at just how erotic that was.   Vale kissed his temple, his face and sighed, “Are you ok?”

Marc giggled, “Ok??? Ummmmm yes I am Ok, I am very ok! “Snuggling closer mouth moving against the skin of Valentino’s neck, “That was amazing, thank you.”

Vale smiled, “Good.” He said sighing happily and pulling Marc as close as he could.  They laid there for some time, until Vale could feel Marc’s body became more and more relaxed and boneless;  not only from his climax but from sleep.  Shifting himself slightly he looked down at Marc’s face, his features relaxed, his lips forming a natural pout, and Vale knew he had fallen, knew he was in too deep.  Pulling the blanket down from the back of the sofa he covered them both, his own eyes closing, on the edge of sleep, and it was only at this point that he remembered his own need, his own desire.  He had pushed it to one side, and neglected the urge to fuck, to rut, to come, but he reasoned there would be plenty of time for that, when Marc was more confident, more relaxed, and with that thought he drifted off to sleep.

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Part 2 - The Corkscrew.

OK so this is part 2 of the Valentino Rossi / Marc Marquez fic.  It is a SLASH fic so please do not read if you do not like this type of Fic, as it will offend you.

This is totally fictional, never happened and never will happen.

He left the hotel the next morning without bumping into Marc, he was grateful not to see him; he wasn’t sure what he would have said to the kid if he had.  Last night had been, well intense to say the least and they had both jumped feet first over the line that defined friendship and something more.  He felt a bit guilty too though, maybe he should have checked to if the kid was ok, but he was on his way home now, nothing more he could do.

Marc woke with the biggest headache he had ever had.  Ohh god what had he been up to last night, his mind was a bit hazy…..slow to catch up with his now awakening body.  Fuck!! He touched his finger tips to his lips…….he had kissed Valentino!   Not just anyone but THE Valentino Rossi, he, Marc Marquez had kissed him, and not just a peck, a full on snog!! He felt his cheeks start to burn….god what had he been thinking… but then again it had felt nice, a smile beginning to spread across his face, and Vale had kissed him back!  Yes that was right Vale had kissed him, and oh but how good those sweet lips had felt against his, how the touch of Vale’s hand in his hair had made his heart pound.  The feel of that taught muscular body up against his, how he had felt the heat, the lust between them, how he had shamelessly rubbed up against the man who was idol, his hero.  He could feel himself getting hard again now just thinking about it, replaying the pictures in his head, those eyes, those fingers, those lips ……. Ohhh those sweet wicked lips, and how it had felt when their tongues had flicked nervously together.   Marc’s hand slipped down under the waistband of his shorts, touching himself softly,  leaning back against the pillows, shifting his body down the bed and closing his eyes, sighing at the sensation.  He didn’t want to rush, he wanted to savor every thought every image he had, play them over and over again until he was writhing uncontrollably, hips bucking up, breaths coming in short gasps.  His hand moving faster on his cock now, fingers expertly finding every place that he liked, other hand spread wide across his belly, caressing soft warm skin fingers searching out a nipple, pulling and rubbing at it.  He could feel his orgasm building, he was close, so, so close, he whispered Vale’s name, over and over until his body went taught from the overwhelming sensations that flooded through him and his orgasm exploded.  He lay drowning in the glow that spread through him, his chest rising and falling quickly, a smile spreading over his face.

The next week had gone slowly; Marc had gone home and was enjoying the start of his summer break.  The weather was glorious and spending time with his younger brother Alex, riding dirt bikes was just what he needed.  The incident with Vale hadn’t gone from his mind entirely, but it had been filed away, to be brought out and looked at every now and then when he felt the urge, but as the weeks went past he became restless. He missed racing, the adrenaline, the excitement, the buzz he got every time he climbed onto his Honda and rode out onto the track, and he missed Valentino too.  He thought about him, what he was doing, where he was, if he had thought of him, thought about what they had done.  Eventually the urge to see him became overwhelming so it was that he decided to text the one person who was sure to have Vale’s mobile number.

Text :

 Marc to Jorge:  Hey Jorge its Marc.  Was hoping you had Valentino’s number? :)

Marc to Jorge:  I mean its Marc Marquez in case you were wondering!

10 mins later

Jorge to Marc: Hola Marc. Vale’s number?  

Marc to Jorge: Si 

Jorge to Marc: Don’t know that Yamaha would want a Honda rider having that info! :O

Marc to Jorge: Shut up!! Do you have it or not? 

Jorge to Marc: Si, si. Calm down kid.  Say hola to the old man from me! 

  Valentino was enjoying some much needed relaxation on his friend’s yacht.  He lay stretched out on a towel, head resting on his arm, body soaking up the sun, the movement of the boat gently lulling him to sleep, whilst the hint of a breeze danced lightly over his skin.  He had thought about what had happened in Laguna Seca, played it over in his mind, making sure that he hadn’t taken advantage,  that he hadn’t somehow made it happen, forced the kid to kiss him, but he knew……..maybe he had known for a long time, that the kid had feelings for him.  The way he had lent in against his ear, whispering how much he wanted him made Vale’s pulse rise, made him want to hear more of those soft words, made him long for those dark soulful eyes looking up at him full of emotion, full of anticipation.  He wanted more, much much more, he wanted to feel skin on skin, the taste of Marc’s body, his mouth, those full pouting lips.  He wanted to hold him down, touch every part of his body, he wanted to hear him whisper his name…….he was lost, totally and completely lost to the thoughts and feelings that flooded his mind.  Shifting his other arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sun he pictured what it would be like to have Marc next to him now.  How he would look, how his skin would be sun kissed, how his laughter would ring out, how they would touch, how they would let the movement of the boat guide their bodies, set the pace, rock them together.   He sighed, adjusting his cock that had a life of its own every time he thought about the kid, and sat up, reaching over to pick up his phone. Flipping the screen he noticed a message from a number he didn’t recognise.  Frowning slightly he tapped on the screen bringing the message up.

Text:

 Hola Vale. Its Marc.  I thought maybe we should talk?

Vale stared at the message, reading it a few time before it dawned on him that the kid didn’t actually have his number, and must have done some asking to get it.  He grinned, and immediately felt slightly giddy, like a bloody teenager.  Right Vale, he thought, be cool, don’t blow this by sending some ridiculous message back,  

  Text:

Vale to Marc: Hola Marc.  Where you get my number? Si, we need to talk.

He pressed send and then immediately kicked himself.  Maybe that sounded like he was mad, like where the hell did you get my number from kind of mad.  Fuck.

Marc to Vale: Oh sorry, I hope you don’t mind, I asked Jorge. Was this ok?

Vale to Marc: No no its fine, no problem. From Jorge? Am surprised he gave you the right one!  You ok? I feel bad that I didn’t talk to you the morning after we, well the morning after you know.

Marc to Vale. Can I call you? I hate to text.

Vale to Marc: Si

Vale waited, looking at his phone, and even though he knew it was going to ring was expecting the sound,  when it did he jumped so much that the handset flipped out of his hand and clattered to the deck. He scrambled to pick it up before it stopped, scuffing the skin of his knee on the wooden floor in the process.

“Hola Marc.”  He said, voice slightly breathless

“Valentino? “

“Yes, yes its me, its valentino.  I dropped the phone.”  He heard muffled laughter in the background before Marc spoke again, “I wanted to talk to you, I……I…well I have been missing you.”  The last part of the sentence was rushed, like he wanted to get it out as quick as possible.  Vale raised his eyebrows, this had taken him off guard, he had expected the kid to back off maybe, to say it had been a mistake, but missing him? Well that was …………. actually that was good!!  He liked the thought of Marc missing him, thinking about him, yeah that made him smile.

“Vale?”  Marc’s voice brought him back from his thoughts, “Vale are you there? I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“No Marc, no. You not offend me.  I………well I wasn’t expecting that.  But I want to tell you something to.  I miss you as well, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t want to push you.”  There was a silence, not an awkward one but a silence where they both just listened to each other breathing.

“Maybe…….. can I see you sometime? I ……I really want to Vale. …..”  Vale’s heart began to pound at the sound of Marc’s voice, soft and sweet.

“Sure Marc, sure. We can meet……maybe you come to my ranch? You like? Maybe we ride bikes together, yes?”

“Yes, I would like that, very much………I have been thinking, about that night when we kissed….it felt so good, I, I never feel like this before.  Vale I want it to happen again…..I …..I want you to touch me.” God Valentino was now as hard as a rock, his cock pulsing to the whispered pleas of Marc,

“I want that too Marc.”  He said, his hand moving down, the heel of his palm pressing against his cock, making him whimper slightly. He heard a small moan from Marc, the sounds of his breathing coming faster.

“Tell me Vale, tell me what you want me to do.” Oh fuck, this was ridiculous, and stupid but oh god so fucking sexy. His hand now wrapped around his cock, he closed his eyes and imagined Marc, the way he would look, his face flushed his lips parted.

“I want you to touch yourself, touch your cock.  Close your eyes, think of me kissing you, my tongue licking your mouth.”

“Ahhhhhhhh” Marc groaned out, “Yes Vale I want that so much.”  Valentino’s head was spinning his hand working faster bringing himself off just the way only he knew how to, long firm strokes, pressure just right.

“Tell me how good it feels Marc, tell me how much you want me to touch you”

“Ohhhhh god it feels soooo good, ahhhh so good Valentino.  I want you so much, please please do it, make me come…..ahhhhh Vale please.”  Marc’s pleas nearly drove Valentino over the edge.  This was madness, he was acting like some fucking horny teenager, but the noises Marc was making were addictive and even if he had wanted to stop, he didn’t think he could, not with his own orgasm pooling low in his gut, building with every stroke of his hand.

“Harder Marc, feel my body, feel me on you, feel my hands on you, making you beg, making you want all of me. Feel it Marc, ahhhhh I …….i, Oh god i want you to come for me”

And with that he heard Marc cry out his name, followed by a string of Spanish words that were lost in his own voice crying out as they both came hard and fast.

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The Corkscrew - Part 1

This is a SLASH Valentino Rossi / Marc Marquez fic.  Please do not read if you do not like slash fiction, it will only offend you.  None of this is real, it never happened and never will happen.

It was the little shy glances during press conferences that he noticed at first, sure he knew the kid looked up to him, but then that was nothing new for Valentino. 

Most of the young riders, including his team mate idolized him, and why not?? He had achieved so much, still achieving even now, racing the balls off his Yamaha, and sure Jorge was faster at the moment, but that was only because he needed to work on his starts, if he could just nail that, well he would be on the podium too for sure, but the kid didn’t seem to notice he was finishing behind him most races, he still looked up to Vale with those big brown eyes,  nervous little touches and shy smiles, hovering close by waiting for Vale to notice him, to acknowledge him, throw his long slender arms around him to hug and congratulate him.  So it was that Valentino began to notice how the hugs seemed to last just that bit too long, the kids arms squeezing just that bit tighter, his breath ghosting against Vale’s cheek, and then the big wide eyes looking up and him, holding his gaze momentarily and then looking down, biting his lip then looking back up, meeting Vale’s eyes and smiling, and Valentino was well interested, intrigued and kind of flattered.  I mean the kid was stunning, warm brown eyes, chiseled features, big smile and soft brown hair, and he was talented, really talented.   Valentino knew the kid was good, better than he had been at his age, special, and he was going to be world champion for sure, and in a way Vale was kind of in awe of him a bit, his youth, his talent, his enthusiasm and the way he made him feel when he looked at him was almost overwhelming.  A desire to protect him, to shield him from all that he would go through, all that Valentino himself went through, to guide him to support him, but more was the desire to touch, to caress, to kiss, to shatter that innocence to take everything that the kid would give him, and that worried Valentino, it worried him a whole lot because they were dangerous thoughts and acting on them would only bring pain, and pain that he really could do without.  

It was after the race at Laguna Seca, where the kid had had the nerve, the cheek the god damn balls to take Vale at the corkscrew where Valentino’s life changed.  He had come to him post-race, hyper and excited, knowing that the manoeuvre would remind Vale of the time when he had overtaken Casey at that exact same spot, he had laughed and joked as Vale clapped him on the back pointing at him with his finger, mock telling him off for such a reckless move, such a reckless move that Vale himself was proud of, big grin and eyes full of adoration and mischief., and then later,  when they were on the podium together, the kid had showered him with champagne, standing too close and that same look of worship in his eyes.

Walking back from the podium dressed still in sticky champagne soaked leathers Vale heard his name shouted, looking back he saw the kid running towards him, he stopped and waited.

“Valentino, Vale!!”

“Ehhh bambino!!”

Marc stopped at his side breathless,

“I’m not a kid you know!”  He said pouting up at Valentino

“No……no not a bambino not anymore eh! You did good today, very good.”  Marc smiled, blushed and bit his bottom lip simultaneously

“We could celebrate tonight maybe?”  He said, looking hopefully at Vale, his head cocked slightly to the side, eyes questioning.

“emmmmm, maybe, maybe we could yes.”  It was the least he could do, I mean the kid looked so bloody hopeful, so pretty, no,  not pretty….what the hell was he thinking!! But he did, face flushed, hair clinging damply to his face, he looked more than pretty he looked stunning.

“Maybe you come to my hotel later? I take you for celebration, yes?”

Marc positively glowed, smile broader than Vale had ever seen,

“Yes, Si, I would like that, thank you Vale, I, I mean thank you for taking me and I would really very much like that.”  Vale smiled, amused at the kids enthusiasm.

Valentino found himself edgy as he waited for the kid to arrive; he paced the hotel room, looking briefly at his watch every now and then, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of his t-shirt.  He didn’t know why this felt such a big deal, but it was and the more he waiting the more his heart rate began to climb.  By the time the knock on the door came he had nearly worked himself up into a frenzy of anxiety.

Opening the door he was greeted by the sight of the kid looking anything but kid like. He was dressed in fitted dark jeans emphasising his slim, taut figure, and a dark blue shirt, opened at the top showing a tantalising glimpse of tanned skin. Vale stared, and Marc grinned.

“Are you going to ask me in?”

“Si, Si come in, come in.”  Vale ushered him into the room, feeling his face burning as he realised just how much he had been staring.   Marc sat himself on the edge of the bed, for once he looked unsure, nervous as he fiddled with his shirt stroking his palms down the material in an attempt to straighten it out, shifting on the bed, feet shuffling slightly on the plush carpet.  Seeing the nervousness of the kid Vale felt a little more relaxed, he wasn’t sure quite what the outcome of this night was going to be, but he was Valentino Rossi and if there was one thing he knew how to do it was to put on a show, be in control, have the crowd or even this kid at his feet.

The evening had gone well, the kid, or Marc as he now and begun to think of him was entertaining, clever, witty and funny, really funny. They staggered back to the hotel, arms draped around each other singing loudly some crappy eurotrash song they had heard in the club.

“You wanna come in; have a drink before you go?”  Vale asked, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly pouted

Marc just looked up shyly and nodded, following Vale through the door and jumping slightly when he heard the door click behind him. He stood in the middle of the room watching as Vale rummaged through the mini bar and fished out two bottles of beer.

“You like??”

“Yes I like, thank you,”

Vale handed him the beer, watching intently as Marc once again initially avoided eye contact but then slowly raised his eyes to look at Vale.  Keeping eye contact Vale lifted the bottle of beer gradually to his lips, parting them slowly and taking the top of the bottle into his mouth.  Marc stared, transfixed by Valentino’s mouth, his beautifully wicked lips, the way his neck muscles shifted as the liquid went down his throat.  Vale moved a step closer; Marc’s eyes grew wider, the room suddenly becoming unbearably hot and oppressive as he became aware of the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears.  He swallowed, fighting the urge to turn and bolt for the door, he wanted this, he had wanted this ever since he was old enough to want.  Watching Valentino race, how he rode his bike, how he became one with it was the most exciting and beautiful thing he had ever seen, and the more he watched him the more erotic and sexy it became.  How his thighs spread either side of the tank, how his body was bent low over the bike, his arse lifting off the seat.  He imagined how his cock must rub against the seat, how the fiction of leathers and bike must feel and he wanted to know, wanted to feel what it felt like.  He wanted Valentino to show him everything, teach him everything, he wanted to feel Valentino against him, surrounding him, inside him, it was what he had dreamed about, fantasised about but he was scared. 

“Marc” Valentino’s soft voice cut threw his thoughts, “Marc are you ok?”  Marc nodded, the movement barely visible.   Valentino lifted his hand and with his fingertips gently traced down the side of Marc’s face, watching as Marc’s eyes briefly fluttered shut and then reopened , pupils blown wide, lips parted, face flushed.  Valentino’s hand moved to the back of Marc’s head and gently pulled him in, lips softly brushing against Marc’s, moving slowly, tentatively. Marc whimpered, his hand moving, gripping unsteadily onto Vale’s arm trying to steady himself as he fell deeper into the kiss. 

Their bodies now close against each other, cocks hard and rubbing together, Marc whispering Vale’s name over and over as the sensations flooded him.  Valentino’s other hand resting on the small of Marc’s back, holding him steady and firm against him as he felt the younger man’s body shaking.  He deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to flick across Marc’s lower lip.  Marc groaned and clung tighter to Vale’s arm, he felt like he was drowning, falling, molding even into Vale’s body. 

Vale gently pulled away, still holding onto Marc, studying his face,

“Are you ok?”  He asked.  Marc nodded, smiling up at him, and god but he looked so young, so fucking innocent.  Vale shook himself, this couldn’t go any further, not tonight, and not when they were both drunk.  If it was going to happen then he needed to be sure, sure that Marc was OK, sure that he knew what he was doing.  It took all his willpower to take Marc back to his own room, Marc had protested, pleaded with him, but Vale was firm.

“I see you again Marc? Yes?”  Vale looked at the young man who was leaning unsteadily against the door.  Marc leant in towards him, gripping his shoulder, his lips brushing against the shell of Valentino’s ear, “I want that, I …….. I want you.”

 Valentino’s stomach flipped at those words, whispered breathily in his ear, Marc’s lips gently ghosting over the sensitive skin.  God but he wanted to take him, push him down on the bed, strip him naked and fuck him, make him feel his lust, make him scream his name, make him beg and plead for more, but instead he smiled, gently pushing Marc inside his room  before closing the door, taking a deep breath turning round and walking back to his own.