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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!”