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This is the Pedrenzo vibe/ dynamic to me if you even care
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Pedrenzo, a/b/o, nswf, in heat
Dani had known that this wouldn't be easy.
He hadn’t expected some helpless omega begging for him, like those cheap porns showed.
Maybe that's why he chose to say yes when Jorge asked him to help him through his head, when the younger was barely able to make eye contact.
Dani liked the challenge. He liked not knowing what would happen. He didn’t know what it would be like or what he was to expect.
And it made the sex more interesting. Or so he thought.
But he hadn't quiet expected that.
He hadn’t expected to be sitting shirtless on a bed with Jorge fighting his every move. He had already pushed his hand away when greeting him, hissing at him not to touch him. The younger already looked disgusted and annoyed just by from seeing the older.
He wasn’t exactly acting like he was about to ask to be fucked senselessly. He was actling more like he was about to kick him off the bed.
And Dani hadn't signed up for that. He had agreed to help – even if he had no idea why – but he would only help if necessary or wanted. And he certainly wouldn't fight Jorge.
He wouldn't fight for control. He wouldn’t force an omega that didn't want him. That treated him like a task.
"Shut up!" Jorge had snarled, his cheeks red from his heat, his body radiating with hormones. It was the only hint something wasn’t right. "Just fuck me. Fuck me you asshole."
Dani had looked him up and down. Nothing had changed. Not his posture. Not his attude. He didn’t give in. Not one bit. He wasn't handing himself over. He wasn't cooperating.
And Dani respected that.
"No" he stated bluntly. He crossed his arms infront of his chest and stared pointedly at the other.
"The fuck did you just say?" "I said no." he repeated. He spoke calmly. There was no anger in his voice. No disappointment. No broken expectation. It was unlike everything Jorge had expected.
He had expected a quick fuck.
Rough. Dirty. Fast. Like a race.
With no regard for anything except pleasure.
Dani would get a fuck out if it - fucking his rival specifically - and Jorge would get his heat satisfied. It was a good deal.
A deal. That was all that it was. A meaningless deal.
Jorge had wanted to treat it just like a transaction. Cold and meaningless.
He didn't want to think too much about the way his omega side had begged for Dani. How he hadn't been able to think of anything or anyone else other than the smaller alpha.
He didn't want to admit that he had stared at him, lusted after him.
He didn't want to admit to the stolen trainings shirt that was drenched in Dani's smell that was safely tugged away in a smell preserving bag under his bed. The shirt that he had smelled… occasionally while his heat had built up until he had almost rutted against it yesterday, needy for the other.
The shame of that almost crept back up in him. But he focused instead. He stared at Dani, trying not to give into the voice to just lean forward and do anything to keep him around.
He swallowed and his eyes narrowed.
"I said fuck me. What else do you want? Do you want me begging?" Jorge asked, his voice mocking as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He felt almost stupid. He was only wearing boxers that did nothing to hide his erection and the slick forming. He was sure Dani could smell it. He knew his while room must be filled with his sense.
And Dani was in the middle of it all. Yet he remained calm. And gentle
The only visible reaction he showed was a small tremor in his hands and the twitching of his eyes that he stopped almost immediately again.
The feeling made the younger one go crazy. He loved the thought that just his smell could affect Dani. He wanted to believe that fantasy. His head was starting to get fuzzy with every second he spend staring in those dark brown eyes and all he wanted to do was show his neck, beg the older alpha to take him. To love him.
But he was too prideful to do that. Yet.
"No" Dani repeated the younger one's new most hated word. "I want you to let me help you."
"You're the one not helping! Just fuck me and then-" he argued in frustration. He could feel himself getting more pouty and whiny by the second. He blamed it annoyed on his omega side.
And on Dani. Obviously.
He was luring in his omega side with those stupid alpha hormons stuff or whatever it was. And those eyes. And the hair that looked extremely fluffy. And his perfect chest, adored by small black hairs that looked incredible and would probably taste perfect if he got the chance to lick along those pecs or-
Jorge decided to interrupt his own thoughts as his face got again redder.
And he was sure that he had slicked through his boxers.
"Jorge. I am not going to fuck you if you act like it's an inconvenience and you clearly don't want me! Just cause you're in heat doesn't mean I don't care if you want this or not!"
Jorge wanted to laugh. He was practically throbbing for the older. He was hard, had been since yesterday evening when he had finally been desperate enough to text Dani.
He had been face down on his bed, Daniel’s shirt – after losing all his hesitation – placed in front of him. He had rocked against the mattress. The vision of Dani behind his inner eyes making him even more desperate.
Yet the other didn’t realize any of it. Couldn’t he smell it?
And Dani could smell it. He had smelled it even before he had entered Jorge’s bed room.
He could smell a strong mix of lemon and mint. It smelled sharp and cold. But there was something comforting about it. It felt warm. Somehow.
It smelled right. And it was a smell he never wanted to miss again.
He had swallowed hard when Jorge had turned his back to him after entering. He had to calm his alpha side. He had to stop his mouth from watering, faced with such a sweet smell of the slick. The hormones. Everything. He had smelled how horny the other was.
It smelled like omega in heat. And that omega was no one less than Jorge Lorenzo.
He wasn’t sure which part – the omega in heat or the omega being Jorge – was making him think things he shouldn’t. But he was. He was staring at the younger and all he could think about was that he wanted him.
In any way he could get him.
He wanted to pull him close, to kiss him, to claim him. He wanted him to solely belong to him and he wanted to make sure no one else would ever get to see him like that. He didn’t want anyone else to smell what he smelled now.
But that wasn’t what he was here for.
That wasn’t what they had agreed to. They had barely agreed to anything other than that Jorge could reach out to Dani if he needed – or wanted – company with this.
But now Jorge froze. He suddenly realized what this might look like to Dani. How he had spoken to him. Dani of course had no idea about his thought and possible simply assumed it was his heat causing his state.
Not Dani. Well both, but Dani made it worst by simply existing.
He stared at him and almost immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over him as it settled in that Dani wasn't one of those asshole alphas disregarding an omega feeling.
"I..." he started. "I want this - you! You idiot. I just..." he felt embarrassed to say it but Dani decided to spear him.
"It’s okay. Let's just... Can we agree you stop making this feel like a chore? So we can... I want you to enjoy this."
Jorge hold back to comment how it wasn't exactly joyful to be burning up with a fever while having a raging hard cock that already hurt and being very horny for your childhood rival.
But he assumed Dani wouldn't appreciate it. He didn’t want to make this worst after all. So he just nodded.
"Thank you" the other muttered. "Now may I try something?"
Again, Jorge just nodded. He didn’t trust his own voice. He felt a warm wash over him. Another wave of his heat. This time stronger.
He felt his knees shiver. He felt his body heat up, sweat forming on his arms and legs. The sweat between his thighs was the worst. He could feel his skin sticking together. He could feel his skin against the fabric of his boxers.
And he could feel his cock – probably angry red or purple by now, judging by the way Jorge felt.
He let out a shaky breath as his hand almost accidentally dropped between his thighs, pressing against the visible bulge. He pushed against it. It was a clumsy movement, uncoordinated and without aim.
He wanted to slap himself, feeling like a stupid version, not knowing how to deal with a hard dick.
But Dani’s voice had been so gentle. Warm and gentle and caring. Like he actually cared for him. Like he meant it. And Jorge couldn’t help but react to it. He yearned for it, too much to ignore it now that he felt like he was getting a taste of it.
"Just - Trust me.” Dani quickly continued, trying to ignore Jorge’s hand over his dick. “And if you don't like something I'll stop." "Just. Whatever. Do... Something." he said and his words slowly turned into a whine.
His omega side was slowly starting to win over. And he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.
But he felt like he could allow it. Once…
He felt his finger twitch. All he wanted to do was reach out and paw at the alpha. He wanted to feel his skin. He wanted to press his face against him and feel his scent. He wanted to have him all around – and even more inside – him.
Dani sighed.
It slowly settled in that this was as much confirmation and cooperation as he'd get. But he needed to do something before the heat got worst for Jorge. He didn't want to risk pushing the other over the brim. He didn't want to get him desperate to the point of not knowing what was going on.
So he decided to take charge.
He reached out. He watched his hand go towards the younger one’s face. This time he didn’t flinch. He wasn’t pushed away. Imstead grey eyes were fully focus on him. A helpless, almost begging expression shimmering between the lines.
Dani didn’t dare to question what or why he was begging.
He didn’t want to think that this was Jorge, a part of him that he had always kept quiet. A piece hidden behind cruel jokes and teases. A vulnerable, small part he had hidden to save it.
He was too scared that once this was over, he’d get a cruel laugh. Another tease. A reminder that this wasn’t real. That this was a heat speaking. That all this had just been an illusion of their own biology.
So he didn’t think about it. He just put his hand on his neck, pretending he had done this before. Acting like this didn’t mean anything to him.
He felt the younger one twitch but he gave in. He leaned against his hands and Dani felt the power shift towards him. Not in a cruel way. Just the knowledge that the younger had finally stop fighting everything.
He grinned.
Without a second thought, he leaned in and kissed him. It just felt right. And maybe he just wanted to kiss him…
He kissed him gently at first. But when he realized that Jorge was kissing him back, he quickly deepened the kiss. The motogp rider felt a hand on his arm, pulling him closer.
They were still kissing when a whine got Dani to break the kiss. It was loud, almost like a whimper and full of need. It was a sound he never heard before, one that come from deep inside an omega.
He stared at Jorge – half in shock, half in disbelief - who immediately went bright red. He was breathing heavily.
"If you tell anyone I just did that-" he started, his voice laced with a mortified threat he had trouble to hold up.
Dani rolled his eyes. This time he wasn't having it. His hand was placed on Jorge's shoulder so he reached for the hair in his neck. He gave him a strong tuck, forcing his head towards his neck and making him look up. Another sound escaped him.
The alpha leaned in. His face was now excatly placed at Jorge's neck.
They were so close that Dani could feel the heat radiating from Jorge’s body. He could smell him, every hormon, every emotion. It was all there. It was all right under his nose and all he had to do was take.
"Do not think that I want anyone knowing what you're like when you're solely mine, omega." Dani whispered. He kept his voice low. Calm but in a way that was almost unsettling.
It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a warning. It was just a statement of facts that left the other shivering.
Jorge felt his mind go blank.
He froze. The words settling in.
He felt another wave of heat rush over him. Or maybe it was the same one. He didn’t know anymore. His brain refused to cooperate. He could feel his mind slipping away.
He tried to understand what Dani had said. Tried to understand how he could have meant it. But he couldn't.
His mind was all fuzzy and warm. The only thing that was there was Dani calling him omega.
Not in a dismissive way. Not as an insult.
He vaguely remembered realizing that Dani had been one of the few people that never called him by his designation. He had never used his omega status as a way to belittle him. He had never used it as an insult. Not even when Jorge had delivered low blows against Dani's height.
But the way Dani had spoken - Solely his, Omega – it fed into a part of him, he didn’t know existed. It felt right. It fed a part of Jorge he hadn't known was starving.
Actually, he had known that he had been starving. He had known that he had been denying himself. He just hadn't cared. Until now. Until he found out what it felt like. What it could feel like. Until he knew what he had been missing.
Without thinking he lunged at Dani. His lips attached to Dani's throat, making the other laugh out loud.
"Someone's eager" he commentated while being pressed down on the mattress. He didn’t move to get above the other. He just accepted whatever he was given.
"Fu-Fuck you. No. I mean - Fuck me. You tease. Fuck me." he hissed. He pushed back at Dani, pressing his crotch against the other’s stomach, visible begging for anything.
Therefore he decided that they had played around enough.
He pushed himself up, pressing against the omega burning up against him. As soon as Jorge felt Dani's weight against his body, his muscles went slag. He didn't push against him anymore. He didn't fight it he just let the alpha push him down.
"You are very demanding and I think you need to remember your manners." Dani whispered. His breath was a gentle ticking against Jorge’s skin.
The tickle went underneath his skin and pressed against his stomach. He hadn’t thought that the feeling could get any worst but his cock just stared to hurt even more.
He was sure that he’d come as soon as Dani looked at his dick. "Well and I think you should get your dick inside me! Now!" he hissed. But this time his reaction wasn’t based on Dani or what he said.
This time it was the heat speaking, his neglected dick, his slicked up, empty hole clutching around nothing. All sensation came together, leaving Jorge breathless and tired while staring at the only man who could safe him.
But finally, Dani took some pity on him. “How about we do this nice and safe, mh? Can you do that for me, love?”
Jorge wanted to argue. Claim he didn’t need the virgin treatment – despite being one which he had conveniently not told Dani.
But Dani asked him to do it. And he wanted to listen to him. He wanted to do that for him. Because Dani had called him love.
The younger one smiled gently, not missing the annoyed expression on the other man’s face. But his plan – making the preparations sound like something Dani did for himself, not for Jorge – seemed to work.
He got Jorge to lay down and carefully pulled down his boxers. “One word and I stop. I just say red or-“ “Dani, you’re – you killing me.” He whispered, his words slowly stopped feeling real.
He stopped sawing the point in speaking.
Dani just nodding, trusting himself and the omega which had now taken over Jorge in maybe always every way possible.
He pulled the slick drenched boxers away and leaned down. He pressed a small kiss on the other’s lower stomach, just above where the angry red dick was pressing against his stomach.
He knew that the stubbles on his chin would scratch the other’s cock.
That was on purpose. His movements where accompanied by loud whines and a hand in his hair that was trying to keep him exactly where he was.
He considered sucking him off, just to take a bit the edge off, to make this more comfortable for the other. So he mouthed at the tip. He pressed a kiss against the angry red.
He heard his name in between the whines.
Then he felt a hot liquid on his face.
He blinked, slowly realizing that from these simple movement, the other had already cum.
As he looked up, he saw Jorge blushing. He looked slightly embarrassed as he came down from his first orgasm. “Don’t – Don’t say anything.” He warned, his voice ragged.
He was still deep in his head. His mind was fuzzy. But at least he no longer was on the verge of going non verbal.
Dani smiled gently. “You look beautiful.” He chose to say before he threw Jorge’s leg over his shoulder.
He didn’t say anything about it. He knew that this would happen – Jorge coming uncontrollably and without warning. And it could get even worst in the next days. That was the nature of a heat after all.
But at the end of the day, Dani was just a simple alpha.
And making an omega cum with barely any contact did make him feel satisfied. There was a strange pride in the knowledge. It manifested in a confident grin he couldn’t hide as he finally started to tease Jorge’s hole.
Jorge was whining and moaning as Dani stretched him. He was complaining about everything but the older didn't mind. He listened to his demand that Dani should hurry up and be fester and get on with it.
But Dani just smiled and kissed the exposed skin. Sometimes he chose his thigh, directly against his dick or the pubes above his dick and Dani’s 2 fingers that were currently buried deep inside him.
"Be a good boy and let me do this my way" he said and Jorge would shut up for a minute or two. And then he'd become needy again.
Dani rolled his eyes and decided to be a bit rougher. Not feral rough, just rough enough to show Jorge that why he was being careful.
He stretched him a bit too wide. Not even close to actually hurt him but enough to startled him.
Jorge screamed especially when Dani then hit his prostata straight on. He did it again. And again. And again.
He fucked him with his fingers, deep and calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing and he loved proving that to Jorge. He loved watching the jolts of pleasure wash through his body.
And he loved seeing him go quite with pleasure, only ragged sounds and Dani’s name leaving his lips.
It made Dani’s alpha side almost go feral. The hunger he had felt for the younger one when he arrived had ten folded. 1000 times folded. It was so huge that Dani could barely keep it down anymore.
All he wanted to do was devour the man in front of him. He wanted to fuck him. He wanted to shape him. He wanted to make sure Jorge would only ever want Dani and never look at anyone else ever again.
But he had to keep himself in line. Jorge relied on him. Jorge needed him to stay in line and keep in head cool.
So he did. He forced himself to focus, to not let his thoughts run wild. But he knew the vision Jorge gave him right now and the sounds he offered would never leave his mind. He already knew that this was exactly what would haunt him during his next rut.
And he realized he didn’t mind at all.
Once he calmed his skilled finger movements again – by now he was up to 4 fingers… Just for good measurement and to know that he could - Jorge immediately sunk into the cushions.
He was breathing heavily. His cock hadn’t even really gone down after the first orgasm and even now – after his 2nd ejaculation at the 4th finger – he was still slightly hard.
But at least not angry hard anymore. Unlike Dani, who was still wearing his shorts. He felt his sensitive dick against the fabric.
"More" Jorge whispered as Dani grinned. "You're insatiable." he commented.
"No" he declined with a whine. "Just need you. I need you, Dani. Please." "You have me" he reassured him gently. "Then fuck me. Fuck me please. Please please please." He begged. He was long past not begging.
"Okay okay" he agreed, having decided that it was enough.
He started undoing his pants when Jorge suddenly sat back up. His legs where shaking and he almost bumbed his head against Dani’s but he was sitting up, his hands reaching for Dani's pants.
The older one was about to ask but then he realized what the other was trying to do with shaky hands. He was trying to unbutton Dani's pants but his hands were badly shaking from his heat.
"Baby" he whispered gently. "Let me-" "No. I want - Let me -" the omega asked.
Dani nodded, knowing the other needed this so he decided to simply softly guided his hands. He still left him the illusion he'd be doing it himself but he was opening his own pants.
He knew that actions of care were common in omegas, especially during heats. He had read about it.
He didn’t had time to think too much about it as Jorge pulled his pants off, revealing the already straining erection. It pressed against Dani's boxers. He felt his knot pumping.
He felt like he'd knot the air and when Jorge suddenly leaned in and pressed his face exactly where Dani's precome had been leaking and licked the small wet patch he was sure of it.
"Jorge" he whispered his voice stained. The omega looked up, visible realizing what reaction he was causing. He grinned happily as he pulled the boxers off and now pushed his face directly in Dani's hairy crotch.
Dani felt small licks on the side of his dick. Not much. Just the tip of his tongue. But he noticed.
He stared down at Jorge. He watched his movements, watched how he tilted his head to lick along side his cock better. He watched him so closely pressed against his crotch. It was what pushed Dani almost over the edge.
And all he wanted to do was fuck his throat. He wanted to fill his mouth with cum, watching it drip down his chin and then fuck his hole to make sure he was filled completely.
He wanted to violate him in the best way possible and engrave in his brain that no one, no other alpha could ever be as good as Dani.
But this wasn’t about him. Even if his dick was so hard now, it hurt and he could feel the blood rushing through his knot. He felt every pump and it made him go crazy.
But this was about what Jorge needed. And Jorge had made very clear what he needed, therefore Dani would not estrange from that.
Before he knew it, he pulled Jorge away and pushed him back on the bed. He was towing over him, a smug expression on the younger ones face, fully aware and happy about what he did to Dani.
"Two options. You chose" Jorge whined as he realized he'd need to think he shook his head and looked to the side, his eyes close.
Dani snapped silently. Maybe it was the refusal. Maybe it was his own desperation that was slowly taking over, lead by his hard dick and his mind being focused on the omega before him that smelled even better than before.
He reached for Jorge's face and made him look at him. "Look at me when I talk to you, omega" he snarled.
It was the first time he let his alpha do reach for Jorge.
And that. That did something to Jorge in a way he never thought possible.
Because this somehow felt right. Being told what to do by a man he knew was gently and would never hurt him, felt... Good.
He obeyed immediately. He looked at Dani his eyes so wide and filled with innocent obedience, Dani felt it like a punch on the guts.
He smiled gently, almost apologetic and swallowed. "Either you continue to play your little game of teasing me and I'll knot the air instead of you and you get nothing-" he decided. The immediate head shake and whining was answering his question.
"Or you be a good boy and let me fuck you. You will calm down and I'll make sure we both enjoy this." He stated.
"Fuck me!" Jorge hurried to say. "Please. Please Dani. Don't you wanna fuck me? Don't you want me?" His words started to sound raggy again. He was moving his hips, inching closer as his own cum dripped down his stomach and his slick stained the mattress.
He was in the middle of another heat.
"Omega" he snarled. "I got something for you but I'm not sure you can handle it." "I can. I can. Please. Please Alpha" Jorge babbled. "I can handle it. Please give it to me."
"Okay but you gotta tell me as soon as it doesn't feel good. Promise?" "I promise." he whispered. "Okay. Okay but you need to let me do it. Alright? No complaining, no intervene, nothing. Just trust me to take care of you. Can you do that?" "Yes alpha."
Jorge whines again. He was shifting, the antipication getting worst with every moment.
"Okay... Good boy. I'm very proud of you." Dani muttered and quickly kissed his cheek.
"OH I'd ravage you if you'd give me the chance." Dani promised, more to himself than to the other. He lined himself up with the younger, his hands gripping onto his cock that was already twitching for the heat he was about to be surrounded by.
"I do! I-" The omega whined. "No.... No, not now. Not yet.” He hushed him quickly as he entered him.
Jorge threw his head back and let out a satisfied sound while Dani pulled back out, inching closer every time he rocked back in.
He felt Jorge’s hand on his skin. He was grasping for anything so Dani leaned in closer. As his hips connected to the younger mans ass, his length fully sat inside the best heat he had ever felt, he took Jorge’s hand.
Their fingers were intervened while Dani continuously fucked into him, encouraged and fascinated by the sounds it drew out the stoic omega.
Dani watched Jorge come undone. He had watched all his walls crumble until he was just Jorge and Dani was simply Dani.
Dani felt his awareness slip away. He felt the urge to stop caring. To take. To claim. To make the other his. As if he had been burned he felt his fingers tightening around Jorge's hips he gripped him to be able to take him harder, to pull him back on his cock.
He felt his nails dig in. He wasn't sure if he was trying to calm himself or if he was trying to claim the other.
He took a deep breath while Jorge let out a whine, clearly enjoying the rougher grip on his body. "Da-Dani" he breathed out while the other rocked deeper inside him.
Jorge was full of Dani. His body and his mind. All he knew was Dani. And Dani only wanted Jorge.
Maybe it took a second. Maybe a minute. Maybe an hour. Who cared?
Eventually Jorge came with a crying sound, filled with ecstasy and joy. It was a feeling he had never felt before. His muscles clinged around Dani who almost immediately tumbled over the edge as well.
Jorge’s finger clawed into Dani. He barely registered it as they both came. He drew blood, causing three fine lines to mark the Alpha as his.
He felt his knot extend, locking him inside of Jorge.
Both grinned at the thought while Jorge fell back into the bed. His heart was pumping more than after a race. He felt the blood rushing through his veins.
He reached for Dani, who was laying on his chest, breathing heavily as well, feeling his skin. He felt the skin on his arm and without realizing it, he started at gently pick at him.
Dani just chuckled over the pawing movement. He vaguely remembered hearing about it. Something about omegas picking at their mates skin to show comfort, trust... Or was it love? He forgot.
"It's okay" he whispered either way. "I'm here. You're safe." He pressed a kiss to Jorge's chest. He didn’t care about the cum puddle between them that was currently rubbing off on the both of them.
Jorge let out a small noise. No real word and not a pinpointable sound. But it sounded like approval.
Dani looked at him. He saw Jorge. A smile tugged on his lips as he closed his eyes and leaned down to nuzzled Dani’s hair.
The older smiled, taking this as a sign he hadn’t fucked this up as he had feared before.
After 10 minutes, both resting a bit, coming down from their highs, Dani’s knot had almost completely gone down. So he gently attempted to get up to get up, to get them something to clean up.
But a loud whine made him freeze. He looked back at Jorge. His eyes hold a glossy gaze. "No. No. Dani. Need Dani" he muttered. He reached out, grabbing onto him, visible trying to keep him close.
He knew he couldn't leave Jorge like that. He was too deep into his heat. He was too depended on Dani. He was too fragile. And if Jorge wanted to have Dani around, close enough to touch, to feel him, to do whatever he wanted, Dani would obey.
A bit of dried come wasn't worth putting Jorge in unnecessary distress.
And Dani felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. Jorge wanted - maybe even needed - him close. So he couldn't leave Jorge.
He didn't want to either.
So he didn't.
Instead of leaving he just grabbed the few snacks he had stored at the bed side and sat down next to Jorge. Within a second the younger was sitting on him, keeping him in place with his body weight, staring directly at him.
"Don't leave me." was all he whispered. His voice was low. Still desperate while he looked extremely tired.
Dani smiled gently. "I'm not leaving." "Promise?" "I promise you, Jorge." He wrapped his arms around him and laid down. "I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me."
The omega was laying on his chest, clinging to him.
Jorge felt happy.
And for the first time in his life, Jorge thought that being an omega wasn't so bad after all, as long as he got to be Dani's omega.
Jorge subconsciously knew that feeling the pull to a certain alpha was a sign of being fates mates. He knew that he was most likely meant to be with Dani.
But that was something he had to deal with later…
At this point I really don't care about tbe result anymore. Stay safe.
that's what i think about
absolutely he was joking a lil but also lmao (x)
okay he might be a hater for real
So Dani wore a necklace when he was racing!? That's soooo hot and I guess it could be a pedrenzo idea like Dani and Jorge kissing with a necklace between their lips🫣 (sry for my poor English again I hope the image I'm trying to describe comes through💜🩶)
Ooooh I did NOT know that!! That is literally so cool. I went down a deep dive to find a picture of the front of the necklace and I couldn't find one apart from these where he's wearing it too so this seems to have been more than a one time thing
That IS hot. And ough I get your vision (also you English is very good!! Don't worry). That is incredible hot. Like Jorge kissing up Dani's chest and taking the necklace between his lips and kissing Dani and Dani taste jorge and the metal and at tbe same time he can feel the chain slightly straining against the back if his neck.. VERY HOT.
Also my idea would be that Jorge gifted it to Dani so everytime Dani wears it in public (even if hidden) Jorge feels a bit reassured. Like it's a physical reminder that Dani is his. And Dani wearing it while racing is the cherry on top. Literally the hottest thing his man could do.
Edit:
The front of the necklace
Pedrenzo idea of the day: Jorge gets told in 2018 that Dani VOLUNTARILY leaves Honda or chooses to stay with Honda as a test rider. And Jorge is a but sad because... That's how he finds out his husband is going to retire? Like Dani never mentioned wanting to retire. So Jorge decided he doesn't need to talk to Dani about his contract either. So he signs with Honda without telling Dani and thinks it'd be a nice surprise because with Dani as test rider they'd be like teammates. Then Dani comes homes and confront him about getting him fired. Yep. That's when Jorge finds out Honda lied. And Dani is VERY pissed.
Love the song "WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!" by RAYE as much as the next person, but everytime I hear this song I can only picture this:
A breathless Jorge Lorenzo bursting into the KTM garage, grabbing a poor mechanic by the collar, shaking him as he screams:
"Where the hell is my husband. What is taking him so long to find me?"
Said husband (Dani), completely unaware of what's happening, just finished packing up his belongings.
Spoiler: he is 2 minutes late to their lunch date
Also Pit Beirer entering the scene, saying the "your husband is coming" part with the most annoyed look on his face. Not because he doesn't like Jorge or anything but this may not be the first time this is happening.
I'm betting money that KTM told JLo that Dani would be in Sepang but he thought they meant during the actual testing not the shakedown.
My friend gave this to me as birthday gift❤️❤️❤️❤️
Destiny says we're next
Pedrenzo, rosquez, mentioned Lucalex
Winter writing 2025: day 29
The atmosphere was calm. Filled with love and laughter while a song played in the background.
Dani was currently looking at the couples dancing. He didn't know all of them, but he sometimes enjoyed to just look around and take in his surroundings. Especially at a wedding.
In his mind he was wondering where his boyfriend was. He wanted to dance too when suddenly a voice cut through his thoughts. "EY YO DANI!"
He recognized the voice. One of the grooms. Marc. He had yeeled. Dani had gotten used to the younger Spaniard yelling to get his attention as it seemed to be his preferred way of communication.
The other rider turned half around, drink quickly lowered to look at the newly wed. He had a gentle smile like he had the whole evening.
He blinked and the last thing he saw was green.
Green with red and white to be excat.
Because it was a batch of flowers.
He got the flower bouquet yanked right in the face.
Marc had decided to throw them with full force at him. They landed right in his face, slapped against his cheek.
He could luckily close his eyes quickly enough, feeling the thorns bite down in his skin before falling again.
He caught them with his free hand and stared at them confused, only slowly realizing it were Marc's wedding flowers.
The one to caught them was the next to get married.
Of course.
He couldn't help but sigh as he realized what was going on.
Marc was already crackling, his piercing laugh, breaking the calm. He was leaning against his little brother for support while his cheeks were already red. Alex was visible laughing too even though he had the decency to at least try and hide it.
"I fucking hate that kid" Dani whispered as he lifted the flowers up and smiled at Marc. "Thanks!" he yelled back.
"Tell Jorge he finally needs to get you a ring!" his teammate yelled back. "I think he heard that himself! Like everyone else" he added silently, catching the soft smiles around him from Marc's and Vale's family.
He smiled nonetheless, the atmosphere was soft and gentle. It felt familiar, private, intimate. He knew that the pictures that were taken tonight would only end up in family albums.
It was the perfect wedding.
As the night progressed, he watched the guests. Vale was looking at his newly married husband like he hung the moon. Marc was fidgeting with the Italians hand while smiling widely.
They kissed. A lot. Like it was expected.
It was clear that they only had eyes for each other. Like they had since almost 2 years.
It had gotten so bad, they were yet to notice that their brother kept sneaking away. Just like now.
Luca and Alex had already snuck away. They were probably too busy making out being some corner, in some dark shadows to even remember that it was their brothers wedding.
Not that anyone minded. It might be one of the worst kept secret but so we're almost every rider relationship.
He sat on his chair, looking around, while his own boyfriend was currently - somewhere - probably talking with someone or making stupid bets with Casey.
He just hoped their ideas wouldn't be too stupid.
He took a deep breath, the flowers laying in front of him on the table when someone sat down next to him.
Roser.
He smiled politely. The older woman had always been kind to him. She had treated him more like a son than the coworker of her son. Maybe because sometimes Marc acted more like he was his older brother rather than coworker.
And Dani found that he didn't care that much.
"Not to sound like the annoying aunt but Marc mentioned you and Jorge have been dating for a few years now already" Roser said with her kind smile that always made Dani recall the days his own parents had traveled the world with him.
She had this about her. This ability to make someone feel cared for.
"Yes, 4 years" he mentioned, clinging to his glass.
He was recalling their getting together, had been after the speech in which Marc talked about how the relationship between him and Vale developed.
How it had been just some kind conversation, tips and advice that turned into flirts and kisses and peaked at the altar.
It had been sweet. It sounded like the perfect love story.
Dani couldn't exactly say that.
Their getting together wasn't sweet.
It wasn't some weird sappy love story. That had never really been them.
It was Jorge begging Dani not to leave when Dani just wanted to go home and cry his eyes out, get drunk where no one could see him and yell at himself for letting Jorge be champion before him.
It was Jorge being drunk and begging him to stay, kissing him, barely even meeting Dani's lips and Dani being too drunk to care.
It was them waking up the next morning, smelling disgusting like sweat and cum. It was both thinking to be kicked out any second, but staying close, trying to savior the few minutes they thought they had left.
It was Dani remembering how he had poured his heart out, shown parts of him he had even hide from his own parents, to his sworn enemy. It was Jorge still recalling how Dani had sobbed and how it felt to hold the younger one. He had cursed himself and for the first time in his life, racing no longer seemed like the most important thing.
He had hummed for Dani, calming him, kissing him more out of instinct while Dani hold onto him.
It hadn't been soft and loving. It had been desperate and hurtful.
But it had been them. It had been true and Dani would change their story for nothing in the world.
Because it lead to them, standing in a hotel room, Dani slowly explained Jorge how to bind a tie even though he knew that Jorge would forget it and ask Dani to do it. And he'd do it. He'd always do it gladly.
It lead to them holding hands at the wedding vows their friends spoke, squeeze the others hand in reassurance.
It lead to Dani getting a kiss against his cheek, another drink in his hand after his had been empty, while Jorge disappeared somewhere.
And it lead to him sitting there, talking with the mother of the groom about his relationship.
He wouldn't want to trade it for any love story.
"Any thoughts on when it's gonna be your turn?" Roser asked, her voice sounding cheerful. A slight tease in her voice. "4 years... I wish my son had waited half the time. Would have been better already" she chuckled.
He smiled, unable to blame her.
Vale and Marc hadn't even been dating for two whole years and now they were dancing as husband and husband.
They were burning bright and fiery.
Each guest hoping they would keep on burning.
Everyone saw the inevitable crash, just not those 2 riders.
"I don't know" Dani admitted, shrugging. "We haven't talked about it. For us it's probably more a retirement thing."
For him it. He had been very clear about it that he did not want to get married and deal with the possible risk or the fall out. He just wanted to race and be happy and have a calm wedding without having to worry if he'd still have a contract if he had another riders ring on his finger.
It was different for Marc. He was Hondas golden boy, the baby champion. He had already proven that he was worth keeping around.
He could probably set the hospitality on fire and he'd get a contract renewal.
And Vale... Vale was Vale.
Even Jorge had with 2 titles to his name the knowledge that any team would sign him without a second thought, no matter the headlines.
But he didn't had the luxury of a motogp title shielding whatever private gay escape would get published.
So he didn't dare to risk it. And Jorge knew that. And he respected it.
Roser nodded understanidngly too.
They talked a bit more, having changed the subject, until Dani felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, seeing his boyfriend standing there with a polite smile. "You don't mind if I steal him away for a dance, do you, Roser?" he asked.
She laughed. "All yours"
Dani was pulled up by Jorge, his eyes focused on the older one.
He definitely was a bit tipsy. Not drunk. But not sober either.
He could see it in his eyes. The way the Grey was almost blown away and the dark pupils were solely focused on him.
He looked like he was about to devour him.
Dani turned around for a second to put the glass down while Jorge's hands were already lingering on him.
For a moment Dani's eyes spotted the flowers table.
Destiny said he'd be next to get married.
He liked that thought as he turned back to the man that'd be husband.
"You know..." he started as Jorge pulled him closer for a slow dance. "You're slowly running out of time." "For what?" he asked back quietly, the music around them filling the air.
"You promised me we'd get married this or next year. You're two or three years until we're married are running out." he said, smilling gentle.
He knew it was mean since he was the one who wanted to wait. But the part of him that didn't want to listen to logic, the part that just wanted him, refused to listen to his own logic.
He didn't want to wait.
He wanted to be Jorge's husband. He wanted to be married to him. He wanted to have a legally binding contract, tying them to each other.
"Mmh.... You're right." Jorge said with a grin. "Maybe I should hurry up and finally get you a big sparkly ring so that everyone knows that you, Dani Pedrosa, are mine."
Dani chuckled. He liked that thought. And Jorge seemed to like it as well...
It made him feel even worst for not wanting to get married just yet.
He wondered if things would be different if he had won a title. Or if he wasn't a rider at all. If then they'd be already married.
"But you know what?" Jorge asked, maybe sensing that Dani was lost in thoughts. "We'll have our whole life together. So it doesn't matter if we get married tomorrow or on 5 years or in 10 years. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."
Dani grinned. He reached up to Jorge, putting his hand on his cheek and kissed him gently.
"Me too. I love you so much, Jorge."
THE ALIENS (core four version): S T I C K Y
better find a mop it’s gettin sticky in this bitch…….
A bit too honest
Pedrenzo; cw: mention of weight gain
Winter writing 2025: Day 7
Jorge had assumed he had already heard and seen everything. He thought that after decades of traveling the world, he would not be surprised by anything else.
But this had been proven wrong when Dani came home, his face showing an indescribable amount of stress.
"I just clutched Pedro's face and kissed his forehead and said he's a very good boy and I'm proud of him" he said his voice quick, almost drowning out the next words. "He looked genuinely distraught at that. I think I traumatized the kid. How can that traumatize the kid? Has he not been told that before?"
Jorge blinked slightly confused. Not by the words itself but by the way he said them. He hadn't even said hello and instead was going on about what had just happened, which wasn't excatly something Dani did.
Normally Dani would sneak up on him, hug him, burry his face against him and jusg stay there for a few seconds before smiling and asking how he was doing.
"I mean, I know parents can be shit and you never know. Your dad definitely takes the cake for that and yes I still wait for my chance to break his nose. But Pedro looked at me like I lost it and maybe I did." Jorge struggled to deny it a bit right now.
"Hell I just thought-He was joking! He should have been joking I mean why else does he have a truth potion in his fucking backpack and then he makes a bet with me? And that fucker won so I had to drink it? He may be a good boy but he's also insane." Dani went on and now he had fully lost the younger one.
"Dani, slow down-" Jorge tried, his voice calmly asking. "Don't tell me what to do, I can't fucking stand that." he hissed. Jorge stared at him for a few seconds. That was very unlike the older.
Dani was shaking out his hand, visible nervous. Jorge remembered vaguely that he had seen that habit before. Years ago. Many. Many years ago, when they were just children.
Dani had once told him that it had been a nervous habit that he started avoiding when he got into moto3. He didn't want to let it give away if and when he was nervous. He thought it'd be a weakness. He hadn't seen him do it since then. Until now.
"Okay fair enough" Jorge said, raising his hands in defeat. He tried to stay calm. He didn't know what had gotten into Dani but he didn't want to make it worst.
Dani sighed and Jorge slowly tried to get what he just heard in order. Dani being affectioned to Pedro. Normally he'd be angry that his husband kissed another guy but a forehead kiss for Pedro? It had only been a matter of time... And possible alcohol for that to happen, considering Dani had grown very found of the boy. A rant about his dad. A lost bet... Truth potion. Oh.
Now it made sense.
He stared at Dani, the thought that he was on a truth potion explained... A lot.
"So.... You are on a truth potion?" he summed up. "Not by choice but yes. I thought it's just one of those scams. Liek just some fucking juice in a fancy bottle not an actual potion. How is that even possible? Since when is magic a real thing?" he mumbled.
"I have no idea but... So you can't lie?" he summed up. "Of course I can't. Do you not know what a truth potion is?" he snapped back and his eyes almost immediately went wide. "I... I mean... Sorry. This fucking thing makes me say the truth in the way that I think it. Fully unfiltered. Fuck. This is horrible." he cursed.
He buried his face in his hands and the younger one felt a bit pity for him.
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." he tried while wrapping his arms around him. He pulled him closer and kissed the side of his face reassuringly.
"I say everything I think. So just be careful what you ask me." Dani begged. "Afraid I find out that you did steal my pudding?" he teased.
"No, not afraid of that. I did steal it and replace it. No guilt there." "I knew it!" he said loudly, a triumph smirk on his lips. "OH come on, grow up. I even replaced it!" "Its about the concept!" he argued back.
"I bought you a new one!" "But you lied to me! You lied that you didn't-" "It's a pudding and I bought you another one cause you were sad! Can you stop whining about that?"
Jorge paused for a moment. Whining. Sure he had been a bit more dramatic about it than necessary. But it had been more joking around to him. He hadn't known Dani has thought about it as whining. Was it annoying him? Was he whining about other things that Dani had to put up with?
He swallowed, trying to remind himself that Dani wouldn't have phrased it like that. He wouldn't have said that. But he had thought it.
"Your thoughts are pretty straightforward." Jorge mumbled.
"Yes unlike you I care about other people's feelings and opinions..." he sighed and shook his head. The regret in his eyes was undeniable. "I'm sorry that sounded mean. It's true but it sounded mean and I don't like that. I don't wanna be mean to you. I'm so sorry, Jorge."
He smiled softly. He knew Dani didn't mean it. "It's okay. How about we just deal with it? I mean, there's not much we can do, right? And it's gonna wear off."
"Okay and what do you say we do? How do we deal with this?" he asked, the desperation in his vouce growing. "Easy. We just go on about our day. Like normally. Are you hungry?"
"Yes." Dani said. Glad that this time he had no impulsive thought he needed to voice. "What do you want?" "You-" And there it was.
Jorge turned around, his eyes brows raised with a smug smile. "Rice, please" the ktm test rider added, his cheeks a soft red. "Rice it is." he said.
He thought about making another comment. Something about Dani getting cock for desert but decided that maybe it was just a bit too mean. So he just started cooking. Dani got changed in the meantime.
So now Jorge was alone with his thoughts. He let the realization dawn on him. Dani. Unable to lie. No matter what he'd asked he'd get the most straight forward, unmasked thoughts.
He knew he could ask Dani anything. No matter what. And they did had some pretty heavy conversation in the past where Dani hadn't been scared to say whatever was going on, even if Jorge didn't want to hear it.
But there was one thing that had been bugging him. One thing that hadn't left his mind, no matter how much Dani tried to reassure him.
He bit his lips. He had gained weight. Significantly. He was far from his frkner athlete body away and his husband had never minded. He had never expressed anything about it and had never giving Jorge a reason to doubt it.
But Dani was still slim, fit and attractive. He was still exercising a lot and he... He wasn't. He had gained weight. He had started buying clothes in bigger sizes than ever before and even his chest had started to fill out more.
He had been insecure about it for long and even started working out again, eating cleaner. But still. He was worried that Dani would look at him and hate what he'd see.
He was never totally sure. He never knew with certainty what Dani was really thinking. He was never sure if Dani had just been polite when he reassures Jorge or if he was being honest.... But now?
He sighed. It was mean. And he shouldn't want it. He shouldn't think about it. It wasn't like dani could actually give an appropriate answer or have any actual control about his words. He couldn't put it nicely. Bit he also couldn't downplay it or lie.
But he felt like he needed answers. He needed to know the truth. The unfiltered truth. Nothing hidden behind Dani's gentle kindness.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know the answer. He wasn't sure where it'd lead them. If it's change something between them. How he'd feel about himself if he'd find out his husband didn't thought of him as attractive anymore.
He swallowed. He had made a decision. He'd do it. Now or never and he had never backed down from a risk.
When Dani came back he gently asked "Can I ask you something? Something serious? Like the... I asked before but I just want to know if you were honest." "Eh? And... If I had lied... Which I don't think I did, but if I did... Would you be angry at me?" he asked his brown eyes gentle and maybe even begging.
Begging not to start another fight. Begging not to hate him for whatever he'd say. Begging not to take the words he couldn't control too serious.
"I... I don't know." Jorge replied. "Maybe not angry just... I don't know." "Okay... Ask. If you want to. You know I'll say the first thing on my mind. If you think you can handle that...? Go for it."
He nodded. Part of him didn't want to. Part of him wanted to live in the safety, reassured bliss Dani had created. But he needed to know. He needed to be sure that Dani actually accepted it and not just put up with it because he felt like he had to.
"Do you mind that I gained so much weight since retiring?" he hurried to say because if he didn't, the bit of confidence he had would be gone.
Dani looked almost surprised that that was the question. "Absolutely not." he answered without missing a beat.
"You have a dad body and honestly that's hot. Like extremely hot. Like if I could get pregnant, I'd needed you to get me pregnant literally months ago type of hot. Like just look at your man boobs. You know I'm not into tits but yours- I wanna smash my face against them and if I'd suffucate, it'd be a honorable way to go."
Dani went quiet and for a few seconds they just stared at each other.
Jorge could honestly not believe he had ever been more shocked about words coming out of Dani's mouth than those and especially in that particular order. He stared at him, his eyes wide his mouth genuinely open while Dani's eyes widen in horror.
He clutched his hand in front of his mouth, his cheeks already burning red. He looked genuinely horrified. "Forget I ever said anything" he breathed out and that was Jorge's last straw.
He immediately started laughing uncontrollably. He laughed so hard he was sure a blood vessel or two popped in his eyes. He was trying to get a breath in but he couldn't.
At the same time Dani now had also burried his eyes - therefore his whole face - in his hand. He groaned loudly, his shoulders shaking. Jorge wasn't sure if he was crying or laughing.
"OH come here" he mumbled and wrapped him up in a tight hug that was almost immediately returned. "We can still try getting you pregnant. You never know until we try." "You just wanna fuck me" he whined and Jorge nodded.
He hadn't know about theses thoughts of his lover but he surely wouldn't forget them again.
I can't give you more
Chapter 2: Just a rival?
Dani went to bed and stared at the ceiling. Normally he’d check his messages. Read what his fiancé had texted him. But now he didn’t even want to open his messages.
Normally he’d have his body next to him, feel his warmth. But just the thought of it made him turn around, trying to find the lingering cold in the sheets.
He watched the sun rise but he couldn’t find sleep. Too many questions and too much pain was lingering in his head.
The moment his world fell apart kept replaying in his head. It didn’t feel apart because he couldn’t ride for Honda anymore. He didn’t care about that. Sure he loved racing. He loved his team. But it wast his world. Not anymore.
What destroyed him had been Puig, looking at him with a pitiful expression – maybe real, maybe faked – as he said it.
"Dani, I.... The last years... Especially the last months... It wasn't pretty. We both made mistakes. And I'm very sorry. It's just... You were so... You were such a promising little boy. And it was an honor working with you.”
He wanted to roll his eyes. Call him out. But he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he won. So he didn’t react.
“So I think it’s only fair to know that you know who will be replacing you. Since it’s… how should I say?” “Let me guess? You put some reckless moto2 kid on there and call it-“ “It’s Lorenzo”
Dani froze. His mouth hung wide open as he stared at him.
“It’s who now?” he asked. Sure he had misheard.
“It’s Lorenzo” he repeated.
“Savadori?” “No… Daniel, we signed Jorge Lorenzo… Your fiancé.” He said slowly. “No!” Dani had replied fiercely. “The fuck you didn’t. Jorge… No. He wouldn’t sign with you without telling me! He-“
He had comforted him when Dani had mumbled his fear about being replaced with someone younger. More promising. Someone with better stats.
And now… It was someone younger. Someone who might have always been more promising. Someone with better stats. Someone who had archived what he had never managed to. Win a motogp world championship.
The man who had smoothed his fears was the man who made them come true.
Dani stared at Puig, unable to mask his hurt and his shock.
His world had crumbled. The man he though he knew had stabbed him in the back. Lied to him. Just yesterday he had laid on Jorge’s chest, the younger one caressing his hair and whispering that they’d never replace him.
And now…
The memory and the pain he felt in this moment was still raw in his head. He turned around again, trying to shake it off.
And eventually, he fell asleep. It was a short and unpeaceful sleep. Even when he was sleeping he felt like he was being haunted. It was rough and didn’t rest him at all.
He had only slept a few hours and he felt terrible. Because he knew that it was time for a confrontation. It was time to be honest. To get answers. To at least try and get something. So he stood up.
When he entered the kitchen, Eric confirmed what he dreaded.
"You know, I don't think this is healthy.” The younger one said, his voice soft and careful, laced with worry. “Shouldn't you be able to express your feelings and tell him off without... I don't even know what you’re doing right now"
He was being self-destructive. That’s what he was doing.
He made himself a coffee, wondering how he could remain in this state between being engaged and possibly losing the love of his life for a bit longer.
"Yeah, I know…” He admitted. “And I will. I just… I am so angry at him and I… I have no idea what I will say to him or how I will react to him or even what he’s going to say.”
He shrugged. They have had fights before. Especially when they were younger. But no matter what Jorge had said to him, Dani had never truly been hurt. To him those were just words and every act of kindness, every lingering touch had been a prove that words were just words.
That those words were simply said in the heat of the moment. A remainer of the way he was raised. Not what he really felt.
But this. This was a libera actual. This was a decision based on weeks of planning and negotiations. This was one lie wrapped in another and another and another.
It was a lie of comfort, a lie of his whereabouts, a lie of the past months.
And now Dani stared at it all, finally seeing it as a whole. And when he thought about Jorge, all he saw where those lies. Not the love they shared because the lies overshadowed them, reminding Dani that the person he loved had done all that to him.
"So... Do you want me to beat him up?" Eric offered with a smile, causing the motogp rider to chuckle.
"No. Not yet, at least" he added with a grin when he noticed his younger brothers fake sad face. There was a small silence between the brother, both unsure what to say and how to deal with the moment.
"So what are you going to do?" Eric asked.
Dani swallowed. He hesitated, then reached for his phone.
There was no more running, no more backing away. He couldn’t hide at his brother place forever so he rather faced whatever was happening head first.
Dani looked at his brother and just said "Either save or nuke my relationship."
He stood up and headed back to his room.
It only took a couple of clicks until he was calling Jorge. The man that was saved as “Carino”. With a blue heart. It felt like a mockery now as the call went through and got connected.
It took 5 seconds until Jorge answered. His voice slightly crackled through the speaker but Dani heard ever word. Every syllable. He heard every tiny waver and emotion.
"Dani?!” Jorge called out. The older man knew the other well enough to know that he was currently gripping his phone. “Fuck, are you okay, corazon? Where are you?"
Dani heard the concern in his voice. He heard the lingering fear. He heard it all and normally he’d rush to reassure Jorge. He’d calm him down, whisper promises of love and give him an explanation.
The thought made him bitter.
He didn’t want to offer reassurance. He didn’t want to be kind and gently. He was tired of being kind. He was peaceful. Not harmless. There’s a difference.
"OH yes. I'm very fine. Extremely fine." He bit back, his words carrying spite and anger.
"Da-Dani?"
He didn’t care. He wasn’t done yet.
"As fine as you can be when your husband to be decided to stab you in your fucking back and steal your god damn job in which you invested 13 fucking years! And he makes the team - that previously hates him - kick you out like a stray dog."
The silence that followed was suffocating. For both of them.
For Dani it felt like a betray. Every second that passed felt like Jorge admitted it. Like he had no excuse. No defence. No justification and it made everything worst.
For Jorge it was a try to grasp what was happening. He had always known, Dani would find out sooner or later. And he had been a coward for not telling him.
He had been scared of Dani’s anger. That he’d leave him. But now, now he realized he had already left him. He realized why Dani really hadn’t come home.
Because he knew.
And the thought almost killed him.
“Were you ever going to tell me about the contract?" Dani asked eventually. “Or did you want me to find out when they officially announced it? Better even in a press conference to publicly embarrass me?”
Jorge shook his head. The imagine burned in his head. He had never meant to hurt Dani. And especially not publicly humiliate him.
He wanted to say something but the words died on his tongue.
"I'll take that as my answer?" Dani asked.
"I- No! Wait! Dani, wait, please! I-" he stuttered, searching for words, trying to find any reason for what he did.
"I am not stupid. Even if you made me the punchline of your joke." Dani shot back. "No. No, no, no. Please. I didn't mean to. I-" The begging sounded hollow. Even to Jorge. “Please. Let me-“
"Jorge, I love you. I really do.” Dani whispered. “And I spend the last 10 years making my peace with all your asshole moments.”
Since they had been children, he had been looking for – anything. An explanation. Something that made sense. Something that could explain his behaviour.
And right now, he was tired of it. He was tired of making up excuses of being the only one who tried. Because this action was Dani’s prove that the other didn’t care.
He didn’t care about him or his feelings.
He only cared about himself.
Puig’s words echoed in his head. The one’s from years ago when Dani had first told him about their relationship.
“Dani, I…” his trusted mentor had said. “I’m glad you’re happy but… Lorenzo? After everything he did? Every name he called you?”
“He’s not that bad. He-“ “Dani, this boy loves opportunities. Not people… Please, don’t become his opportunity. Don’t waste your love on someone that will drop once he has a better option.”
For 8 years, Dani had brushed it off. Until he knew that the better option was a Honda seat.
“But this...” Dani said. “And I don't mean you stealing my seat but - you not telling me. You comforted me, telling me Honda wouldn't replace me while working on a contract to replace me. I mean - This is a new low. Even for you, Lorenzo."
The last name stung.
He couldn’t even recall when Dani had called him that without it being playful banter. So he knew he had fucked up. Royally.
"Dani, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't-" he started and he meant it. The dark hole in his chest that had grown since he got an unexpected reply from Honda was getting darker and wider and swallowed his whole body.
He felt his hands shaking, his mouth getting dry. He was desperately searching for anything to say to comfort the other.
"You're sorry?!” Dani asked. “You lied to me for months. You had every opportunity to at least tell me. So right now your words mean shit!" he hissed.
He had used his words to create his. So how could his words solve it?
"We agreed to not talk about confidential so I-" he started. A weak try.
"Don't give me some contractual law crap about confidentiality! You've told me you were thinking about leaving yamaha the second you had doubts. I told you about the offer yamaha made me. You asked me about clauses in your Ducati contract. Fucking hell you read that thing out loud to me when we were laying in bed!” he yelled.
Dani let out a dark laugh, clearly hurt and Jorge wanted to bite his tongue out for making it worst.
“But suddenly you wanna pull the confidential card on me?! Suddenly you care? The one time it actually matters because it also has an effect on me?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
The younger one grew more desperate. He felt his own emotions over coming the shock of the confrontation. He felt a bit of his own anger rise – even if he didn’t know why he was angry.
"Dani, let me at least explain!” he said, hoping to somehow not lose the man he loved.
"Explain? What’s there to explain? You betrayed me." "No. You didn't deliver the results Honda wanted so they responded to my offer-" he said. Trying to point out that it was the nature of their sport. That it wasn’t personal. But he couldn’t finish.
"YOUR OFFER?!" He flinched. He blinked, replaying his own words. Fuck.
"I... You know that we always contact all potential teams. I didn't expect them to actually reply but you know how this sport is. You…” He sighed. He grew desperate.
He touched his forehead, feeling the pressure tightening in his chest.
“Fucking hell. Dani, you of all people should know that Honda… Honda is Honda. Of course I send them an offer. I didn’t thought they’d even read is but this is how competition works and… I love you. I love you a lot but you cant say that you were… competitive"
The reality was brutal. But also reality.
And it was part of everything that was happening. Every thought. So Jorge had to say it.
And right now, he feared he had already hurt Dani.
"This has nothing to do with competition." He shot back.
"Yes it does. I am your competition. Still. Our… Our relationship doesn’t change that, as you know. We've always kept track and personal life separate so don't come at me for doing exactly that. I’m sorry for not telling you. I admit that was a low move. It was a mistale and I’m sorry but this… You know how things go."
Dani felt his heart harden at the words.
It was like a reveal. As if Jorge finally took of his masked and showed who he truly was.
And for a moment Dani saw it. He saw the man he loved so fiercely and unconditionally disappeared. And he knew he might never be able to see him again.
"Yeah well maybe that was a mistake" Dani heard himself say.
"The separation wasn't a mistake just because you suddenly don't like it" Jorge tried to argue. But he noticed how the other’s voice had started to fade.
"I'm not talking about the separation on and off track. I'm talking about me wasting 8 years on you because obviously you have never changed and you will never change. You will always be a cruel, inconsiderate asshole who only cares about himself…”
The words didn’t felt like his own. They didn’t felt like something he’d say to Jorge. To the man he loved.
But this… He wasn’t even sure with who he was talking to anymore.
“Dani. No. You can’t do that to me. You promised-“ “Why should I care about my competition? If you treated me like I was just any other rival, so can I." he asked, throwing back his words.
And it was true. He cared about Jorge. His Jorge. But his Jorge also cared him. His Jorge had promise him to never do anything to cause him harm. To hurt him. To always talk with him.
Until now. So that wasn’t his Jorge. He didn’t want this to be his Jorge.
"What? Dani, you can't just-" "OH I can. If you can make decision involving both of us without talking to me. So can I.”
The words settled between them. Both understanding what it meant.
"Are you seriously throwing our relationship away because I signed with Honda?” Jorge asked. Anger and hurt taking over.
It felt ridiculous.
8 years of struggles and trying and love, thrown away because he’s about to ride an orange bike?
He swallowed. A thought crossing his mind. Wondering if Dani ever actually loved him. If it could have been love if this was all it took for Dani to leave him.
“Don’t you dare blame me.” Dani shot back. "You are a fucking self-sabotaging, idiotic, selfish and inconsiderate asshole.”
The words felt cruel on his tongue. Cutting himself and Jorge. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“You knew exactly that I would be upset and you chose not tell me. You could have told me when it all started. Talk to me about it. Like a married couple should. And you know exactly that I would understand that you can't tell me everything. But - But fucking hell - the fact that you were going to replace me…”
He felt himself running out of breath as he said the words.
“Me. In my team. In the team that I've been in since I was a teenager. You should have at least had the spine to tell me that my own team was planning to back stab and replace me without my knowledge. And then on top of everything - with you.”
He remembered Jorge. All the ups and downs.
Every time Jorge had been edged with anxiety. Before ever title deciding race. Before every home race. Before every race his father would be present.
He remembered it and he remembered how he had comforted him. Reassured him. And he had meant it.
He remembered all the soft words, all the caring gestures. Everything.
And for the first time, it felt waisted.
“My fiancé. My fucking husband to be. You comforted me, knowing you were part of realizing my fear. You watched me cry and told me they would never do that only for you to fuck off to a meeting to discuss exactly that. Knowledge is a weapon and love is a dagger… And you used them to stab me in the back.”
Jorge closed his eyes. But he kept listening.
He wanted to say something. Do something. But there were no more words left,
He didn’t know what to say because he finally realized what he had done. And he knew there was so little to fix this.
“Now fuck off to Honda. You had a choice and you took it and you didn’t chose me. So fucking live with it, cunt. Now you really took everything from me. I cant give you more. And I don't give a fuck anymore. So don't even think about contacting me again."
With that he hung up.
Eric found him around an hour later, focus on his laptop.
“Dani… How did it go?” he asked carefully.
The older Spaniard didn’t even look up. “I’m looking for apartments.” He replied, his voice monotone. Maybe from exhaustion. Maybe from hurt. “That’s how it went.”
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