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The game had been going on for what felt like an eternity; the score was finally in favour of the team in red, and all you could do was quietly ask the referee to blow the whistle to end the game, even if there was no way he could hear you from where you were sitting in the stands. You could hear Mikel's mom doing the same thing right next to you, but none of you could look away from the field even if it was to calm the other.

Finally the tortured end and the whole stadium erupted in screams once Spain was officially the 2026 world champion. You hugged your best friend's parents like they were the most important people in the planet.

You saw Mikel in the big screen celebrating with his team, and the mare view of his teary eyes was more that enough to make you cry too, even though it wasn't a hard achievement considering where and who you were with.

A few minutes later families and friends were allowed to go down to the field to visit the boys after the medal and trophy ceremony. Mikel went straight to hug his parents, tears already all over his face that became even worst when he heard their voices.

"Oh my boy, I'm so proud of you" As soon as you noticed that you were crying again you tried to wipe off your tears to not make a whole scene.

He let his mom pinch his cheek and his dad pat his back until he almost fell to the floor due to the emotion he was trying to hide in a simple gesture.

But the moment he saw you all the emotions he was trying to calm down came back, he ran to you and pulled you closer by your waist, practically lifting you off the ground. His face went to the crock of your neck where he left some small kisses .

"What the fuck was that? You're a world champion!" Strings of something wet came down of your neck, you knew he was crying and you didn't know how but you had even more energy to do it more yourself.

He pulled himself back, and you were expecting a thank you, a joke or another unique thing that only Mikel would think of, but then he did something even more… special.

Mikel kissed you.

His hands founded your cheeks and pulled you closer in a slow, full of emotion, full of love and adoration from all these years you have shared together. But you didn't know how to react at first, not until you were sure this was 100% real and no some kind of dream.

You kissed him back, thoughts barely forming in your head in the best way possible.

The kiss couldn't have lasted more a couple of seconds, or maybe even more, but those were the longest seconds of your life, until he pulled back.

It was like he couldn't look at you, and right after he started stuttering and saying things you barely understood.

"Shit- I'm sorry- I don't know what came onto me- I didn't mean to-"

Your hand found his mouth to shut him up, which made him look at you not knowing what you'd next, maybe you would scold him? You would scream at him? Or even worse maybe you wouldn't talk to him ever again?

But you did something even more shocking, you kissed him again, this time shorter, more than a peck but less than a proper kiss, but he didn't need much more for his brain to stop working.

"Oh my god finally" His mother mumbled with a smile, the person she had always imagined as her kid was going to finally have the chance to be it.

When you pulled away you wanted to speak up, to tell him, if it wasn't obvious enough, that you liked him too, but Unai came to get your best friend so you were left there, with a hanging conversation and a missing proper kiss.

He really tried to look for you the whole time you were in the field, maybe to try to read you or just to make sure you didn't thought that he was trying to get away from you, but with all the interviews, with all the celebration he barely shared a couple of words with you.

Luckily for him, his parents took care of that, specially his mom who was more than exited about the fact that you two decided to finally give in.

"I knew you would end up together, I'm so glad you're officially part of the family" You didn't dare to tell her that you didn't have things clear, no about your feeling, you have known for a while that you were head over heels for him, but you relationship was too important for you to mess it up.

That would never happen, of course, because Mikel was even more down bad for you, the first time he remember feeling like this was in his first high school years, and after that he couldn't get you out of his head.

But after all, none of you could read minds.

The celebration ended and he thought he would finally have a moment to speak with you, to talk things through as you deserved, but the team had other plans. Celebration needed to continue in the locker rooms and right after in the bus too.

But the moment they got into the vehicle that would take them back to the hotel, videos of the celebration were already all through social media, though only one got the team's attention.

"No way you finally kissed her" Zubimendi who tented to sit right behind Mikel grabbed him by the shoulder to shake him "It was about time, you talked none stop about this girl"

"Did he?" The goalkeeper knew he hadn't been very discreet, so obviously Gavi, who was just a few seats away from them heard the conversation and chimed in.

"Took you long enough"

"Okay guys, you can shut up now" He tried to hide himself, pushing off his friend and trying to change de subject. "Are we going to eat dinner in the hotel or out?"

"Are you dating now?" Gavi moved closer, now sitting, well kneeling on the seat right in from of the Basque boy just so he could see his face while they talked.

"What? No. I mean- we haven't talked about it yet"

Unai looked genuinely offended from what he just heard before shaking his head almost aggressively, because in no world he would let his friend fuck up a chance like this with his literal soulmate.

"Well do it, the kiss definitely went well so there's no way you'll get a no"

Mikel opened his mouth to speak then closed it again, he knew his teammate was right, but it was still a lot to process in just one night.

"I will" That's all he could say before the bus arrived to it's destiny.

He instinctively looked out the window to look for you or his family, after all he was sure you three would be together. A smile appeared on his lips when he noticed he was right, because he saw you talking with his parents at the entrance of the building.

Probably he was one of the first players to get out of the bus just to go see you, hugging you from behind as he used to do since you were teenagers.

"Fun celebration?" You asked looking at him from your position.

"Very fun" He nodded, his eyes never daring to leave yours for a brief second, of course until his father coughed to get his attention.

"Leave the poor girl alone, we were about to go get dinner, you'll talk with her later" Mikel could hear you laugh at his dad's comments, and since he would never say no to him, he softly let go.

"Go eat with the team" You kissed his cheek as a goodbye "Or I'm sure you'd never hear the end of this"

You were right, of course, but the thing is that he couldn't care less about the team right now when all he could think was about how perfect you lips had felted against his.

He opened his mouth to try tell you that the team wouldn't miss him, that he could stay right here with you to actually talked, but Zubimendi had very different plants about that, because he came over to drag away Mikel.

"I promise I'll bring him nice and save once we are done" You waved them goodbye while trying not to laugh at your friend's kicked puppy's face when he wasn't left out with many choices but to walk with him to the inside of the hotel.

"What was that for?"

"Trust me, you're going to thank me when you have more alone time later" He gave him a little smack on the face before going to the rest.

The dinner was slow, even heavy, he really tried to keep up with the conversation and hear what the rest of the boys had to said about the celebration, the match and what they were planing to do later, some even invited me to join them.

"Nah ah, my boy is busy later" Merino wrapped his arm around Mikel's shoulder, he gave his friend a dirty look, even if he new that the comment probably came from him hearing the conversation he had earlier with Unai.

"Oh right, are you finally going to get your girl?" Rodri, the same guy who just asked him to go out tonight with him, enquired

"I- Shut up" The Basque boy shoved him away shaking his head

That was by far the last teasing of the night, thank god he also received some advices, because even if he would never ask for them himself it felt nice to have some ground to walk on.

After all he never thought that the day of actually asking you out would ever come, because, yes, he had already kissed you, and maybe the romance of it all was already gone, but you deserved a proper… proposal?

He used to think about asking you out, there were so many times when it would've been perfect, like one of those days when you stayed late on call, or when he came over to your house to spend hours with you, or even when you came to watch any of him games and he dedicated his goal for you.

But something always felt wrong, scary about it, the mare thought of you pulling away because he misread you two, the fact that you could disappeared from his life if he didn't do the right move was too scary to even listen to his own feelings.

Thank god he turned out to be wrong, he didn't know why he kissed you but he was so glad you followed it, if not he would probably make himself disappeared from the face of the Earth. Now he just had to do the second most scary thing.

Talking to you about his feelings.

Of course he knew what he felt for you, he tried to hide it for years, so the reading was more than clear, the problem was when it came to saying them out loud, because the thing is that he never had to do it before, you just read him like an open book.

Mikel tried to create a speech in his mind, and if he had had a pen he was sure he would've written notes in his napkin, but it was too late to think about backing up now.

Because he was already on his way to your room.

He was the last one to leave the dinner, probably out of fear, but when Rodri took him to the elevator he didn't even think about pressing other button that the one that would take him to your room.

You opened the room just a few seconds after his second knock, and he couldn't help but smile like a fool when you look just perfect under the moonlight. Then he remembered what he actually came over for.

"Can- Can I come in?" The boy asked playing with his fingers, before sliding his hands into his pockets, just so he wouldn't seemed as nervous.

"Of course, you don't even need to ask" You replied putting yourself to the side just so he could step into the room.

Mikel practically sprinted inside, sitting on the bed while he tried again to find the correct words to finally confess himself to you after all this time. So he took a deep breath.

"I think you know I like you" He made a face at his own words, hating how it sounded coming from him "I mean- I kissed you earlier- and I really liked it" He made a face again, his eyes never meeting yours, in case you were laughing at him for sounding too ridiculous "Not just he kiss of course- But-"

The Basque finally dared to look up you had a smile on your smile, that same smile you always had when he talked with you about something he adored or even just when he asked you for help with his homework.

"What?"

"I've been dying for you to say that"

He was going to speak again, maybe to ask if you were actually serious but when you kissed him, his mind went blank instantly.

Mikel could feel how you pushed him back onto the bed, just so you could press your body closer to his, which of course, he let you do, because anything that would pull you closer to him was the best idea ever.

Your hand founded his chin, pulling it down just enough to open his mouth so your tongue could explore his mouth with more freedom, which made a smile appear in his mouth.

His hand founded your waist, not to pull you closer, not to train to win back any kind of power into the kiss, he just wanted to feel as much of you as he could. So you decided to help his cause by positioning yourself in between his legs.

Your tongues moved in perfect synch while the oxygen in between you started to not feel enough, but none of you could care less about that, because even if psychically it was the thing that had to keep you alive, pulling yourselves apart from the other felt like a bigger crime.

The way you brought him closer as soon as your hand touched back of his neck send sparks through his whole body, filling him with all the unspoken words from throughout those years.

Sadly your lungs couldn't keep up with you feelings, so you had to break the kiss eventually, with panting breaths but still close to the other.

"Is this enough of an answer for you?" He nodded, laughing softly before throwing you to his side onto the bed "I love you too" You told him anyway with a smile, giving him a little peck.

"God"

He hid in your neck once again, ready to not even think about leaving you or your room until he had to take the plane next year, because there wasn't any better possible celebration for a world championship than finally being able to call you his and be yours.

The crowd erupted mid match, it usually happened to celebrate a goal, to cheer on the players that were in the field playing to make their country proud, but never to shut them off, never to insult someone of the team you were rooting for.

Until he came into the picture.

Ferran knew he wasn't the best from his team, he didn't have a problem admitting it, but he got the chance to represent his country in a world cup, so of course he took every chance he could to try to prove himself, not just to his team and his coach, but to the fans too.

He used to think they were supposed to have his back, because even if he missed, even if the ball didn't enter the goal, he was helpful enough to his teammates and to their strategies. But that wasn't close to what he was expected to do, and people started to tell him so.

At first it was only a couple of comments under his posts, something he would scroll past because he was used to some people not liking him, that was part of the life of dedicating yourself to a sport. But then DMs were added to the mix, it was easy to ignore when there were only a couple, and some of them were even funny… Until the threats to him and his loved ones started.

The Spaniard blamed it on that first missed goal, it'll pass, he had told to himself, because he was sure he would score a goal, it was just a matter of time, after all he had scored many goals while playing in the Barcelona, why would this be any different?

His team never missed a day where they told him that sometimes it's not worth it to listen to the fans, they loved the team, of course, but most of them don't know what it was like to be one facing their rivals, having to be the one who score.

You also told him so every day, because he tried hard, he never made it about himself, he turned it into him failing the team, which was the stupidest thing you have ever heard, specially coming from someone like him, it didn't make sense.

Despite the team's efforts something shifted inside of Ferran's mind, the bubbly, funny and outgoing guy disappeared every time he stepped out of the court when the training came to an end, because he would never let "his dramas" influence the rest, but he also felt that he didn't deserve to feel satisfied after a long training session if he wasn't able to show it in a match.

His shoulders dropped down as he dried his hair with the first towel he found in the locker room, he sat while the rest of the boys chatted about the team and their impression of the next match, his mind going back to the little world he created for himself.

Pedri tried to talk to him, he tried to ask him to go out with them, to just take a break from all the training he had been doing these past days even when they were supposed to be resting.

"I can't, I have stuff to do" Even the way he smiled was different, it usually went up to his eyes, making them to narrow, but it hadn't happened in a while.

"Come on, it can't be that important, we can go eat one of those burgers you like"

That was usually all it took, food was a common love language in the sport, spending a "cheat meal" together was a way of showing that even outside the routine they liked to spend time with each other, you honestly found it adorable.

So watching him reject that offer, an offer coming from one of his best friends of the team, set off all your alarms.

"Okay bro, text if you end up coming" He gave him a quick pat on the shoulder before the younger boy heard someone else calling him over, making the locker room finally empty just for him.

You had been in your office this whole time, making some notes on the little notebook that you always carried with you on the practices. How they trained and worked inside of a game was important, but that was nothing if they lost their spark, if something about them changed, because that would change their game.

It was important to create something safe for them, so you had one rule, if they were mad because of anything, they came into your office to scream at the wall or talk or do whatever they needed, but if you ever saw a drop of it outside your office, they weren't training that day.

You didn't teach that football.

Ferran got up, ready to go to his hotel to either train in his room or in the hotel's gym, but you weren't going to let him walk around with that dark cloud over his head.

"Number seven" Calling them by their numbers stared as a joke, you were used to associate certain number with your last players, so that was your way of training yourself, but they ended up loving it, because now using captain on you made perfect sense.

The boy tried to make it look like he didn't hear you, like he was in a rush and had to leave as soon as possible, even if he had already stayed longer than the usual.

"Ferran, I need to talk to you"

He stopped in his tracks, you only used name inside of the field, where things had to be formal and everyone could hear you.

"Yeah?" He turned around but never walked closer to you, he could see and hear you perfectly from where he was, after all your door was wide open, but the distance gave him enough confidence that you couldn't see through him if you couldn't reach him.

"Can you come in? I don't want to scream just to talk with you" Your tone was gentle, it was always like that when you noticed someone having a bad day.

"Do I need to?"

The way you looked at him was more than enough to answer him, it wasn't threatening or warning, but the way the intense colour of your gaze pierce his eyes was too much for him to think about saying no.

You leaned on your desk as you waited for him, when you had this kind of talks you wanted to be on the same level as them, because even though you were their superior after the last beep of your whistle you could also be their friend, so you were expecting to have a conversation standing up.

But Ferran couldn't do that, he couldn't put himself at your level, he wasn't even close to be as good of a player as you were when you played, so he decided to sit down, instinctively making himself smaller than you.

It wasn't the first time you saw that, it was one of the few times that it came from a man but still, it always squeezed your heart in a way that you couldn't explain without sounding a bit too dramatic for anyone's opinion.

"What's up with you? You've been different" You already knew everything of course, Gavi came a few days earlier pointing it out as part of one of his usual rambles, he came into your office with one after every match or training, it brought a different perspective, but the fact that he was the third boy to talk about it made it clear that you weren't the only one seeing things.

"Mhm? No, I've been trying hard on the practices, I even go to the gym every day right after."

Maybe you had started to notice it too, he would never blame you, of course, you were one of the best coaches he had ever had, and he would understand it if you would need to put him aside for the team to work better.

Was he really working as hard as he thought? Or maybe he was just having pity on himself and nothing of what he was doing was actually useful.

"I know you do, I'm not talking about your performance Fer" His shoulders relaxed immediately once you were back to using a nickname, maybe you weren't mad at him, maybe you were just disappointed.

He looked up at you, those deer eyes trying to figure out what you were going to say next, because even if the biggest part of him was going to agree and accept any critic from you, there was something inside of him that wanted to prove himself to you.

For a second he stopped seeing you, well, at least the real you, because all he could imagine was you repeating over and over all the things he had been reading these past days, and you figured out something was wrong again when his jaw tensed and his body straightened again.

"You've been doing amazing these past days" Your hand went to give him a little squeeze on the shoulder, a soft way of reminding him that you were still there.

"Thank you" His words came more like a mumble, his eyes flying to his own lap. Why were you lying to him? Did he really look that pathetic and his own coach had to cheer him up by lying to his face? Fucking hell.

"Hey, eyes on me." Now he felt a little tap on his chin, that was the first time you had used it on him, it was usually reserved for when the younger boys were too distracted while you spoke.

But he did as you told him, it was the bare minimum he could do considering that you were putting up with him.

"Tell me what's going on, I can't help if you don't talk to me"

"Everything is fine" He couldn't be more of a burden, all the athletes suffered from mean comments, so he had to suck it up, because what if he decided to tell you and they ended up opening your eyes? He wouldn't survive it.

"Don't do that, don't lie to me"

The boy tried to keep his gaze on yours, but if he did so there was no way he could lie to you, that he could just smile and brush it off, and he couldn't understand why. He already told his friends some bullshit about training or his family, so why couldn't he do the same with you?

"I'm just tired and nervous" It should've just ended there, with you understanding his position and telling him that he should go back to the hotel and rest, maybe he would even get an 'I'm always here if you need to talk'.

But no, you had to be able to read him like an open book.

You crouched down in front of him just right after you got up from your chair, practically putting yourself in between his legs, his eyes following your every move; he didn't want to have to hear another order from you, because he knew he'd obey it, and if you kept insisting, he wouldn't be able to help but end up telling you everything.

"You sure?" He just nodded, speaking up wasn't even an option at this point, because none pushed this hard before, so he never had to stop his thoughts this much in front of anyone, so he didn't know how long he could keep it to himself.

Trying to get something out of him was not going to work, and if you tried too much maybe he'd close completely and that was the last thing you wanted to happen.

Ferran watched you get up, probably to go back to your chair right behind your desk, but a part of him wanted to keep you close, he needed it, so he did something his mind doesn't remember thinking of.

His hand grabbed you leg, the grip was tight enough to ask for you to stay but not too much for it to hurt you in any way. He probably should've grabbed your hand, or even your wrist, but nothing like that came to mind when all he could think of was about the possibility of you leaving.

"Why do you keep me on the team? Why don't you listen to them and just put me in the bench?"

That was all it took, a question coming out of his mouth in a shaky voice that could break anyone's heart.

Of course you didn't want it to end like this, but now he trusted you and you were going to make sure that the fall didn't hurt. Your attention were back to him, quickly going back to put yourself at his level. His hand was still on you, but that was the least of your concerns.

"What kind of stupid question is that? You're an amazing player"

There wasn't a pinch of dishonesty in your voice, just a deep worry and a need to make sure he felt worth it before he stepped out of your office. You placed your hand on his cheek, just to give him a brief caress.

"No- Don't lie to me, please" Every word had even more troubles coming out of him "Not you, I don't need pity."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Because I look shitty, and pathetic" He mumbled, his eyes trying to escape yours once again, because admitting that while looking at you, felt too shameful.

Something changed in your expression, it went from soft to something more firm, and if he was looking at you he would've noticed it in a instant, because normally you were calm and sweet, but it sometimes wasn't how they needed to hear the things to believe them.

"Do you trust me? Do you think I've done any good to you as a player or a person?" He nodded, because if he dared to say anything else he would feel like the biggest liar in the world.

You didn't say anything, you needed him to look at you while you said this next words, but this time you gave him the chance to take the initiative and do it by himself.

And he did it, reluctantly at first as if he had to watch everything he did so he wouldn't mess up what was going on, as if the wrong move or word could pull you away from him in a instant.

"Then why I would I have any fucking reason to lie? Why would I keep a player in field if I think he wasn't as important as the rest?" Now it wasn't just about him, you know how much he respected you as a coach, so maybe if you made it look like he was criticising you choices he would connect the dots.

"You feel bad for me"

"Oh you wish, that's not the kind of coach I am, you know that, of course I adore you, all of you, but the game is more important" You could see the tears forming in his eyes, but the sensation was different this time "And if I think you're important to the game, you're staying in it"

Ferran opened his mouth, and for a fraction of second you thought he was going to speak up and to try telling you, again, that you were wrong, but then he did something unexpected. He just hugged you, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

"It's alright, I got you" You caressed his back, glad he was letting all out, and that pressure he had been feeling these past days suddenly disappeared, even if it was only for the seconds you decided to hug him.

He was never someone to speak up, no when he had been told all his life that he should suck it up and deal with it in his own, and god, he swore he tried, he tried too hard to not be weak, to not let it get under his skin, but he couldn't keep up with it.

"I'm sorry" Ferran didn't know how but he was sure that you just made a face at his words.

"Don't be stupid, you're not robots" You kissed his temple, a very gentle gesture instead of the little pushes you gave him when you wanted to tell them off. "Plus it's not like I specifically didn't tell you guys that I was always here if you needed to talk"

"But-"

"No buts" He shut up as soon as he heard yours words, so you pulled back to be able to look at his eyes once again. "I mean everything I say, I hoped you've learned it by now"

You whipped off his tears with a tissue of the box that was always resting on top of your desk for this kind of situation which you always welcomed.

"Next time please don't make me interrogate you, I'm not sure how legal it is for me to do that"

Ferran let out a chuckle, his face was still slightly wet from a few seconds ago, but seeing his mouth curve like that was all you needed to count this whole interaction as a win.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise" He noticed how his hand was still on you, how you didn't take it away and how it just felt right to it to be there.

"You're doing amazing, I mean it, they don't know shit" You got up so he had to let go, his hand closing around the air where you used to be, but he didn't have right to say anything about it, not when nothing good would come out of this.

"Thank you"

The way it sounded was nothing like the one when he just stepped inside of your office practically under your threat.

"That's why I'm here, don't forget it next time, okay?" He was still looking up at you from the chair, so he nodded again.

"Yes Mister"

A part of him wanted to stay, to keep the conversation going just in case he could get something different out of it, but the other side told him not to push it, to give it time, to let himself and you get used to what he was feeling.

The boy got up while you went back to your desk, he took a deep breath and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, a platonic gesture that couldn't have second intentions, but for him did.

"See you tomorrow coach"

"I'll see you tomorrow Fer" You smiled as he saw him leave the office.

Your eyes went down to your notebook, where you crossed Ferran's name, one person down to help the team, that was your favourite part of this work after all.

Everytime you had a chance to go see Raul race brought mix feelings to you, not because you didn't adore seeing him race, but because if it was hard enough for you to not suffer a heart attack while just sitting on your couch, it was even worse when you had to go see him to the hospital.

It wasn't like you didn't trust Raul, that would never be it, if someone ever asked you always said that you considered him one of the top 5 riders on the grid, and he had been showing it lately, which made you extra proud.

But today looked like the plan was different. Today it was his day.

He did one of the best races you had ever seen from him, the bike was in his favor the whole time and you couldn't be happier. You recalled seeing him on the podium, live, a couple of times now, but it was a breathtaking experience every time you got to see him this happy.

The second stand had his name since a couple of laps ago, he tried to reach his teammate of course, but he was doing an equally amazing race, so he didn't get a real chance.

Sounds exploded around you the moment the two Trackhouse's riders crossed the finish line, the garage ready to celebrate until they were exhausted even more the two boys.

You swore Raul's screams were audible from the parc fermé, he jumped onto the few engineers that got there first, he just couldn't contain his excitement and wait for everyone to get there as normal riders tend to do, but what was the best thing about Raul, he was just different, he was more.

Next to him his teammate Ai was trying to have a conversation with his race engineer, but you didn't know what was making more difficult, if the constant pads from the rest of the team, that kept interrupting his broken English, or the fact that Raul was jumping around him and bumping on him from time to time.

Raul's arms pulled you closer to him the moment you were about to ask his teammate if he was alright. A mix of sweat and leather going into your nostrils as he started rumbling about how he and Ai did an amazing race and how they did it.

You were sure that if you left him, Raul could have been talking for hours about the things he did good and the things he could've done better to finish in the position that his teammate earned but, thank god, because as much as you loved him you weren't sure you could survive through one of his talks right now, the two boys were called to get on the podium.

The joke about Ai acting like he didn't even want to be there became more funny when he practically ran away from the champagne shower that Raul and Marc were trying to give him.

Ai literally ran to the end of the podium to throw his bottle at the time just so he could be out of there, waving with a shy smile at the crowd before going down with the team, as if it was much calmer there.

Even if you never exchanged more than a hello with the Japanese rider, Raul did talk about him, a lot, because even though he was "the shyest and quietest person he has ever know", which to be fair was something he said about every shy person he met, but he also described the boy as one of his favorite teammates, after all he was respectful, kinda and always willing to listen to everyone.

Those were the things that everyone seemed to adore about the boy, so even if he wasn't the more extroverted person ever, he was sure to make his job done and to leave everyone happy with it.

Their dynamic continued in the garage, Raul celebrating as if he has won himself the race and Ai trying to keep everything as relaxed as possible.

Of course that wasn't possible around, not with a team who matched perfectly the enthusiasm of their younger rider, so while champagne was flying and spraying everyone, Ai was trying his best to stay as dry as possible.

That was how he found his way behind you, maybe it wasn't the smartest move to make someone he barely talked to protect him, but what he did know was that Raul respect you enough to not make you mad.

He had witnessed plenty of times how the Spaniard would run away from you to not get "hit" when he did a playful prank on you, he saw how Raul always made sure to have you by his side when you came to see him or how you were the first person he would talk to after a race, it didn't matter if he brought a good or a bad result.

So if he was behind you that meant that Raul would have to spray you first, which wasn't the best option if he didn't want his mom to call him later to scold him after she saw the live back at home.

"Come on, leave the poor boy alone" You chuckled noticing the body of the older rider curled up behind you, even if he was already soaking from the podium.

Your hand went to the arm of the boy behind you for a second, as if Raul needed visual confirmation that you were referring to Ai and not to some random boy around all of you.

Gladly that gesture had the effect that both of you expected, because the Spaniard, after some grumbling and complaining decided to let it be. And adding the fact that one of the engineer decided to start a champagne war with him, he ended up forgetting about you two.

"Thank you" The voice behind you was very quite, and the noise of the team made it even more difficult to hear it.

"It's alright, Raul can be too much sometimes" You laughed it off.

"He is nice… I just don't want to get… sticky?" He was trying to find the perfect words so you could understand the best way possible.

"I get you, I would rather drink champagne, not shower with it" Ai laughed, and you were pretty sure that it wasn't just the first time hearing it, but also the first time you heard a noise that adorable.

"I need a shower" He looked down at himself and wrinkled his nose and the sight he had in that moment "And you too" It was your time to look at yourself, which gave you a similar view, clothes soaked in champagne

"Yeah, Raul likes to hug a lot, and I can't say no to him" You laughed at your own words, because you were sure that it wasn't even necessary to say that, everyone could just watch and they would notice it.

Ai looked back at you while nodding, Raul always talked about interesting adventures that you two do, but you didn't look like the type of being that impulsive.

"You should go back to your motorhome, I'm sure they can keep themselves entertained while you're away"

"You can go too, I'm sure Raul will understand" The boy replied, you looked at the other Trackhouse rider who was very busy singing aloud to one of his favorite songs, so you figured if would be alright if you left a bit earlier as long as you warned him with a quick message.

A text appeared on the screen of his phone for him to read whenever he finished his celebration, you just told him that you would be waiting in his motorhome after taking a long shower to make sure that he knew where to find you.

Raul appeared on his rv a couple of hours later, still in his leathers and with that tired but satisfied smile. He threw himself next to you on the couch.

"Where are we going tonight?" He could never had enough, and of course he deserved to go out, get drunk and dance until his feet fell off if that's how he wanted to celebrate his win, but you didn't think you could survive that night.

"Hm, I don't really know to be honest" You replied playing with your fingers before covering your mouth when a yawn threaten to fall from it.

"You don't look very excited" Raul turned to face you as he frowned, you could see the new damp stop on the couch.

"I'm just tired, but I want to celebrate with you" When that reassuring smile appeared on your lips he was close to believe you, but the way your eyes almost closed every few seconds didn't help your case.

"Yeah sure…" He knew that even if he tried to convince you to not go, you would never let him go alone after a performance like that "But wear something comfortable, like those pants you like"

You nodded at his words, that would be the best show if you just wanted to fall asleep after a long night out without having to change clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower"

That was his way of telling you that you could just change there while he was trapped in the bathroom, so that's exactly what you did, going back to the couch as soon as you were done getting ready.

Raul only came out to take his clothes, with a towel around his waist while you watched your show in your phone, the fact that you weren't charging it only fed up the idea that you didn't want to get out of there tonight.

"What do you think about this?" He hold up the outfit he was planning to wear that night.

"You'd look amazing, I love it" Your phone rested turned on, glowing the top of your chest with your attention on him.

"Okay great, thank you!"

He ran into the bathroom once again, going straight to his phone as soon as he closed the door behind. Raul sat on the toilet seat before scrolling down in his contacts looking for his teammates'.

Aiii, I need a small favor Pleaseeee

As the boy waited for an answer he started to put on the shirt you just had approved a few seconds earlier, but when that little ding came from his phone, he left it unbuttoned to put his plan to work.

what do you need?

can you be out of your motorhome in 10 minutes?

i don't want to party thank you

it's not for that i know you don't like it it's for y/n pleaseee

y/n? sure i guess

youre the best!!

"You okay in there?" Your voice through the door made him throw his phone to the floor, luckily motogp riders tented to come with great reflexes.

"Mhm? I mean, yeah, I'm almost out!" He had put on everything was fast as he could, which ended up with his shirt's buttons getting mixed up, his fly being down and one of his shoes being undo.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at the view you had in that moment, it was like seeing the future Raul from the end of the night.

"I'd have given you more time if you'd have told me you needed it" It was your way of telling him that he looked like shit, and he knew your technics already "Give me like 5 minutes more, can you wait outside for my… engineer?"

"Sure, don't take too long"

He watched you leave the motorhome, and by the time that the clock showed he knew that Ai wouldn't take too long to appear, he was very punctual.

Only a few minutes passed while you waited outside when the door of one of the others motorhome opened, and it only took you a few second to recognize who it was, even if he looked much comfortable right now.

"Hello" You didn't know that he was going to come up at you, but you would never say no to a conversation.

"Hi, hope you're less sticky now" Ai nodded as he chuckled

"I am, thank you. Is Raul here?" Your gaze went down to his outfit, trying to figure out if he was asking because he was going out with all of you or if it was a work thing.

"He's inside, getting ready for later"

The way he wrinkled his nose at the minimum thought made it very clear that he coming was even an option, what you perhaps demonstrated all too obviously by the way you pursed your lips.

"Shame, though I can't blame you, I don't even know if I'm going to survive tonight" Of course it was meant to be a joke, or at least you tried to tell yourself that, but the way your whole body hurt was talking by itself.

"Then why are you going? You should rest"

"I can't do that to Raul, he deserve a good celebration"

Something click in Ai's mind, and even if you asked him, he was sure he wouldn't be able to tell you what was it, because the moment Raul joined you two he spoke up.

"If I ask you on a… date, can you stay instead of going out?" Maybe he wanted Raul to hear that question, maybe he was asking for his permission in a way.

Raul smiled widened when he heard his teammate's words, to be honest that wasn't his main idea, but a part of him was so sure that Ai would try helping you if he found out you were tired, after all you did him a favor earlier, and he always paid back everything.

"Wow, what did I miss? You'd rather celebrate with the champion instead of me? Auch" He leaned dramatically on your shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak up again, to tell him that he heard wrong, but he interrupted you first "I would do that too, I get it. Please use protection, I'm too young and pretty to be an uncle"

"Raul!"

"Okay sorry" The Spaniard stepped back laughing after you had hit him a couple of times "But seriously, I have to get going, so I better not receive any complains"

The boy kissed your cheek and gave a bit pad to Ai before sprinting away, he didn't want to give any of you a chance to say anything else.

A silence settle between you too for a few seconds, before the other boy's voice appeared once again.

"We can watch a movie…?"

"Okay but it's a date, if not I can't stay" You walked pass him with a smile, noticing the blush on his cheeks, because he swore that you would've forgotten his words.

Ai intermediately went to open the door for you, and the moment you stepped in you could see everything you've noticed about him reflected in his motorhome. It was extremely tidy, and not many personal things were on display.

What was for everyone to see was a bowl of popcorn and the fluffiest blanket you had ever seen.

"Make yourself comfortable" You nodded and sat on the side that looked more empty of the couch, just to make sure you wouldn't bother him in his personal space. "I don't bite"

He didn't gave you any option before putting the blanket over you too, after all you were wearing a sleeveless shirt, and the heating wasn't the best in the paddock.

"You don't need t-"

"This is very big, we can stay, the two of us" He smiled before offering you the bowl with that shy cute smile.

If anyone asked, neither of you could've explained the plot of the movie that was working more as background noise. The conversation ran smoothly between you two, he always knew what to say and when don't say anything.

"I don't think I've thanked you yet" The credits of the movie started running when you talked again "Really, you saved me"

"It's not problem, I had fun" He shook his head, and he was very glad that his body decided to act against his brain.

"We should do this again"

You changed your posture again, sitting on your knees and turning his body to him while you leaned on the sofa backrest.

"Do you come to see Raul a lot?"

"As much as I try, I wish I could do it more honestly" You studied and you worked, which left you with less that zero free time for yourself, even if you always tried to change that.

"You live in Madrid too?" You nodded at the boy's words "Raul always told me to visit the city, maybe I could go on the summer"

"Oh you don't need to- I wouldn't ask for something like that" You had to do the effort for everyone else, if not, it didn't feel fair for you "It's fine really"

"But I want to" He didn't need to say more for you to know he was serious, he would never lie about something that simple "You're really nice to be with, and I like to travel"

"You're adorable really"

Something in you didn't want to leave, but you didn't want to push what was going on between you two, it was too pretty to be ruined for a whim. So you looked at the clock that was on top on the TV.

"I should get going, you need to sleep, you have a flight tomorrow right?"

Ai nodded softly, his eyes never leaving your face, as if you would disappeared if he would.

"You too?"

"Mhm"

You were never one to think about some kind of things, so you just leaned in a pressed your lips on his cheek before quickly getting up.

"Good night Ai"

The door closed behind you before he even had the chance to reply or ask you to stay, even if both of you knew he would never do that, but the thought was enough to satisfy something in you two.

"Good night y/n" He mumbled to himself, his fingertips lingering in the same spot where your lips were a few seconds ago.

It was no secret that Jorge’s favourite part about winning was the fact that he had an excuse of going out to party later, to get drunk and receive praises from anyone that could recognize him after a race.

His shirt was already half-opened when he leaned onto the bar to order his second drink, to other riders it would have taken way more time and alcohol to get to that point, but it wasn’t like he was like any of them, of course he wasn’t.

Maybe you knew, maybe you could tell when you walked to get comfortable on the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention, because all you needed to do to catch Jorge’s attention was having your gaze on him for a few seconds and then mumble something to yourself covering your mouth.

“Are you Jorge Martín?” You asked, low enough to not catch no one else’s attention but loud enough for him to hear you.

A smudged smile appeared on his lips as his name slipped out of your tongue, nodding softly as he leaned closer to you.

“Oh my god, I am such a big fan.”

“Really, well, thank you.” His drink finally got to him, getting completely ignored as his eyes scanned you up and down. “That drink is on me.” His knuckles knocking on the wood was more than enough to catch the waiter’s attention as he nodded and gave you your glass.

“You didn’t have to… But thank you.” His gaze couldn’t be away from your lips as your teeth bit down on your bottom one.

“It’s the least thing I could do for such a big fan of mine.” 

He leaned closer, making sure, with a soft touch of his finger, that no trace of hair could stay covering your face.

“Then let me take you to dance, as a thank you.” He noticed the mark that your lips left on the glass, all now all he could think of is if you could leave the same marks on him when he takes you to his hotel room.

“If you insist.” 

Your hand found his hand in the dark, all he could see was your fingers disappearing into the shadows created by those purple lights that looked like they were placed just for him.

Just a few seconds later he found himself getting lost into the crowd with you guiding him even before he had learned your name, luckily it was not like he would need it apart to moan it later.

He tried to press against you as soon as you two finally got some space, enough so he could use it as an excuse to be this close to you, but judging by the way your hand got placed in the back of his neck to pull him closer, he was sure that you didn’t mind.

A trace of goosebumps went down his back as he felt you play with his necklace, the same one his fans loved seeing bounce in front of the cameras in every single one of his videos.

“It is really pretty.” He heard you whisper in his ear, even if you couldn't possibly see it in that position, so he guessed you would’ve noticed it before. “Even more in person.”

“I know something else that looks way better in person.”

“Really…?” You giggled as his hips were still trying to find more of you, trying to get himself harder before he could ask you to go with him, just to make sure that he could give you the best experience with him.

“Mhm, let me show you.”

His lips found yours in a quick movement, pressing you against the first hard surface that he could find with your hand still in his neck and his on your waist.

This was easier than you expected, you knew exactly who you were dealing with as soon as you saw that 89 necklace around the neck of the same boy that you have been showering with praises for the last couple of months.

So of course you wanted to make sure that he was actually worth it, if it was true that the corners of his eyes watered the same way it did in front of the camera when he had had too much, if you could leave marks that could last for days and that could stay forever in the internet for everyone to know that he was yours for just one night.

But what was the fun of that…? What was the fun of being just a fun night when you could stay in his mind for hours or even days? What was the fun of letting him just have you when he could crave you? When you could be the one he thinks of every time he touches himself just trying to figure out how it could be to feel you around him? To make him wish that it was you instead of his hand.

That was the real fun.

His hand was now playing with the elastic of your jeans, silently asking for your permission to keep going, so that’s when you had to pull away, leaving those puppy eyes being fully focused on you.

“Why don’t you go pay your tab, and I’ll meet you outside huh?”

He quickly nodded, not wanting anything else than to get out of there with you, he wanted it so bad that he barely noticed you sliding something in the back pocket of his pants.

The bartender took ages to notice him, or at least that’s how he felt it, so he almost left his card with them when his drinks were finally paid.

Everything got quieter when he stepped out of the pub, but that didn’t help when it came to look for you, because it’s like you suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly he remembered, his hand quickly flying to his back pocket desperately trying to find whatever you decided to place in there before he made the stupid mistake of going away.

But all it was there was a piece of paper.

I’m sure your fans will thank me, you can send me a thank you video later

xxx xx xx xx

Your number? You just left him hard and you gave him your number? 

And even worse, you were a fan and you didn’t even give him the opportunity to show you how good he was in real life? How good he could make you feel?

Fuck.

Entering his hotel room, Jorge came back from the bar and closed the door behind him, still thinking of you. He didn't care that you left but he couldn't comprehend why you did that.

He was about to head to the bathroom for a refreshing shower when his gaze fell on the large mirror hanging near the entrance, the type that were often found in hotel rooms. Jorge's shirt was now wide open, revealing his well-defined chest and his chiseled abs… in short, a silhouette that would make anyone drool. His gaze trailed during long minutes on his chest, admiring himself.

How could you not want a piece of him? Because gosh, look at that.

If he had met himself and if he was in your shoes, he would have for sure jumped on the chance to have a private moment with the great Jorge Martín.

But anyway. You made a choice and you might very well end up kicking yourself for it.

Still, Jorge was a little disappointed with how the evening had turned out when it had started so well and he had hoped to end it with you but he wasn’t the type to let things like this bring him down so easily. You said you were a fan, maybe it was just a strategy to approach him and you gave him your number hoping for something more than a one-night stand? Too bad for you, he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship. His own company was enough for him.

He was used to take care of his needs all by himself but after a win he liked to treat himself with a nice time. You were supposed to help with that. You were perfect for the job, so fitting of his taste in terms of looks, and you were supposed to be his fan. “Supposed” was the keyword. It looked like you had more interest in his necklace than his body. Yet it was his strongest point. He didn't have anything to prove, he was good-looking and drove his followers crazy.

That was when an idea popped in his mind.

Maybe it was the right time for an unplanned livestream on his camboy account?

You weren't here physically but you were in his thoughts and he could definitely make use of this.

He was going to put up a good show for his viewers as compensation for what he didn’t get from you. He could still feel good without your presence.

Going to the bedroom, Jorge grabbed his computer and logged onto the account he used for his camboy activity. He started a livestream then set the pc on the desk in the room. He put it in a way that made the camera be aimed at the bed. Followers were fast to jump into the stream, the little sound announcing that someone joined the chat popping at a fast rate.

Jorge smirked, pleased by the sound. Of course all of these horny people were going to be attracted by lustful content like bees were attracted by honey without a second thought.

“Hey, everyone,” Jorge greeted, waving at the camera before walking toward the bed, “I'm having a treat tonight and since I'm not selfish, I'm sharing.”

The chat was filled with questions and exclamations as he went to grab two items he had taken with him to the hotel without thinking if he would need them. Lubrifiant and a toy of a rather long shape in hands, Jorge got rid of his jeans then climbed onto the bed, already half-hard under his underwear. He pushed it to his mid-thigh after he positioned himself on all four in the middle of the bed, shirts still on, rear mostly facing the camera, and his 89 necklace prettily hanging in the air.

He lubed the toy with a good amount of gel then pushed it inside himself with a low groan until it pressed right on his prostate, already making him throb and leak on the white bedsheets.

All he could think of right now was you. You and your pretty face, you and the feeling of your body against his own, you and your lips on his…

Right now, your hand should have been around him, your mouth should be traveling on his skin, kissing his inner thighs to eventually get your lips around him. He should maybe feel your fingers stretching him even better than the toy was. He should have then felt how warm you were. You would have gotten him all wet and nice, edged him, until he could feel you around him.

The fantasy was so good that he thought of that as he used the toy to fuck himself hard, eyes closed and soft pants coming in synchronization of the dildo hitting the spot inside him.

"Fuck," he let out and arched his back a little bit more, pushing the toy deeper, "Wish you were here,” he whispered to the room, which probably made his viewers go wild in the chat.

He was looking so good right now for the camera, for the fans... for his real fans. He moaned quietly, smiling to himself.

You gave him your number but he wasn't going to do anything with it. You were the one who took the decision to walk away. In his opinion, it was a bad decision you made.

You truly missed a golden opportunity by not spending the night with him but you know what? It was your loss, not his.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: started his account simply because he took many pictures of himself in different state of being undressed and decided to upload them online, convinced people would love them. (turns out they do)

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is shameless. He doesn’t make a secret of his identity.

— I’m too good looking to hide this handsome face.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: also doesn’t mind filming at his place because he doesn’t care if people recognize him or where he lives.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is a whore for attention of any kind.

— Oh come on, show me some love, don't keep it all for yourself.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: sometimes asks Aleix to film him, especially if he tries something new.

— Yes I'm sorry guys, today someone is luckier than you.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: drops a sex tape of them both but doesn’t tell who’s with him, leaving the viewers more than curious…

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: …but every time he's tied up it has to be with him, he loves when people play with him.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: has a huge bondage kink.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves having people thirst over him. He reads every single comment and message he receives. Negative ones don’t affect him. Self confidence is over the roof.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: thrives on receiving compliments and praises. Say he’s good at something and he’ll do anything for people to say it again.

       — Is this good enough? Come on, I know you want to say it.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: worships himself. So into selfcest. He loves watching himself come. Mirrors are a big yes.

— Fuck, I look so good like this.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: IS SO INTO SOLO PLAY.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: owns a little toys collection, only takes the biggest dildo sizes ofc.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: doesn’t need a partner for filming session, himself is enough and he doesn’t particularly like collabs, but if he does have someone else → pillow princess all the way.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves to receive, makes low efforts but complains if things aren’t done the way he likes them.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: has a very controlled image. He neatly chooses what is posted and what is not.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: is the biggest show off in the world and will flex through his lives or post his daily work out.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: posts videos and pics at any given moment of the day. His unexpected posting schedule always keeps the viewers on edge.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: doesn’t take requests but can be bribed if he gets a nice reward in exchange.

— Yeah, why not, but what’s in it for me?

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: collects gifts from followers and exposes them like trophies, even the dildos, he doesn’t mind if anyone coming to his home sees, no, he even feels proud.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: likes to dom dirty talks for his viewers. (despite being such a bottom)

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: swears a lot.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: even if he’s vocal, isn’t loud. It’s mostly whispers, soft grunts and murmurs.

಄ Cam boy!Jorge who:: loves being worshipped so much, it boosts his gigantic ego even more ♡

None of you were supposed to be this early in the garage.

It wasn’t written anywhere, not an official rule or anything close to it, but it was one of those unspoken understandings that had formed over time. Early mornings were reserved for necessity, not choice. Race weekends already drained everyone enough as it was. Showing up before the sun had properly settled into the sky usually meant something had gone wrong.

And yet, nothing had.

The garage was quieter than usual, wrapped in that fragile calm that only existed before the paddock fully woke up. The lights hummed softly overhead, casting long shadows over the equipment neatly laid out from the night before. A few mechanics were already there, moving with slow confidence, their voices low, almost respectful of the silence.

You stood near your station, coffee cradled between your hands like a ritual you hadn’t consciously agreed to but followed anyway.

At first, it had been your own thermos. Something practical, something that belonged solely to you. Somewhere along the way, it had been replaced by a paper cup with your name written on it in messy handwriting. You never commented on it. Everyone knew that handwriting wasn’t yours, and still, no one ever questioned why the cup kept appearing after a few minutes of you being there.

The team certainly didn’t mind the rest of it. If anything, they enjoyed how often Bez hovered around you. It made their lives easier, the press loved it, social media ate it up, and nothing felt forced. He laughed at everything you said, even when it wasn’t particularly funny, and you never missed the way his eyes searched for you whenever he walked into a room.

“Morning!” Marco’s voice cut through the calm as he stepped into the garage, two cups balanced carefully in his hands. His smile came easily, like it always did, and his eyes searched until they landed on you. “Hey”

“Marco hi! Good morning” Your attention quickly shifted to him, giving him that smile that was close to melting him every time he saw it.

He handed you the second coffee. You barely had to glance at it to know it was perfect.

“How come you’re this early here again?”

After all, you told him a couple of nights before that he didn’t need to start his shift earlier because of you, that you spent more than enough time in and out work, but he just couldn’t help himself when it came to you, so he’d nodded, listened carefully, and ignored it entirely.

“I prefer enjoying my morning coffee here” You laugh at his lie, but decided to not talk more since you could give away more information than you should “Plus you didn’t kiss me goodbye earlier”

“Bez!” You tried to shut him down, which only made him giggle, luckily everyone was in their own little world and weren't paying attention to you two.

“What? I’m right and you know it”

“You’re insufferable”

“I still want my kiss”

And just like that, you knew he’d win.

It always happened like this. A casual excuse, a shared look, and suddenly you were walking toward his motorhome under the guise of “work.” The moment the door closed behind you, the act dissolved completely.

His hands found you instantly, pulling you into a kiss that made everything disappear.

“Someone’s needy” You chuckled against his lips before letting your fingers dive into his neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

“Not my fault you won't let me touch you out there”

“It was your idea to keep things private” You reminded him playing with his curls because there was no way he was going to let you go just yet.

“And it was a really bad idea” His face went to your neck, his mouth found your neck, warm and unhurried. “This sucks”

“I know baby” Your fingers followed the shape of his curls without making him pull away “But I need to go back out there”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we need to work” He pulled away on his own and looked at you with those puppy eyes, and normally that would work on you, but after months of training you became immune.

“Can I still be around you?”

“I mean, it’s not like you would do something else”

Bez knew that you were right, but it’s not like he controlled it, it just came so natural to him to be close to you since you started dating at the end of last season.

“Guys! Is everything good in there?” The engineer knocking on his motorhome almost gave you a heart attack right there.

“Yes! Yes, we’re coming" You opened the door right before you stopped talking, stepping out with that sweet smile on your lips.

“I just needed some personal advice too, sorry” The italian rider excused himself while getting out right behind you. “Did we miss something?”

“No, don’t worry guys”

It was getting more and more difficult to keep everything to you two around the paddock, after all it’s different if you have to deal with a situationship from an actual relationship.

Because at first none of you needed to be closer to the other, you didn’t need to wish him good luck before he got onto his bike and he didn’t need to hear it, he didn’t need to run to you for a hug every time he did good or just melt against you when things went bad.

But you two needed that.

And it was killing you.

But you had to do it without anyone around you finding out, even if it made them even more suspicious about it, you just wanted your careers to be safe while being able to be with each other.

None in the garage looked at you when you stepped back in which was weird considering that you took away their rider for longer than you needed to.

You decided to not push your luck and didn’t say anything before going back to your work, with Bez on your side the whole time just chatting with everyone and throwing questions at you whenever he had the opportunity to have you talking.

Bez wasn’t discrete, like at all but everything seemed fine and everyone looked too concentrated in their jobs to care about what the rider was doing or saying.

“Okay guys, we are done for the day!” Massimo announced after one of the longest days you had ever gone through “I know you are tired, but hey, you did good okay? Now go rest”

A yawn escaped from the mouth of the Italian man who had spent the last two hours sitting in a chair trying not to fall asleep, but in just a few seconds he seemed to lose all sleepiness when he was told he could finally go home.

“Y/n, make sure this one goes to bed early, we need him rested for tomorrow”

Your first instinct was to nod, even though you have always taken care of that when it was a race weekend, but then you realized what that meant.

“Mhm?”

Massimo chuckled at your confusion, and even more when your boyfriend understood what was going on too.

“You really thought we didn’t know? Come on, we are not that blind”

“And you don’t care?” Was the first thing that Marco dared to ask after finding his voice again.

“Why would we? You get here earlier, you look more happy and excited to do strategic duties and you keep that one awake and ready all morning” Massimo shrugged with a smile on his lips.

“I told you you were being too obvious” Your body slightly pushed Bez’s, after visibly relaxing at the team's reaction.

“So you were Y/n, a bit less, but still pretty much”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed it again, you couldn’t defend yourself in any way.

“Just- if you break up with him, wait until he’s out of the team”

“First auch? don’t say that and second, bold of you to assume that I'll let this relationship end” His arm quickly got around your shoulder to pull you closer “You’re stuck with me”

You laughed when he tried to sound threatening, he looked absolutely adorable.

“Whatever you say big guy, now let’s go home, I’m hungry” You rolled your eyes with a smile “I’ll see you tomorrow guys”

“Bye!”