i guess this has become a motogp blog

And since Marc was downstairs pulling together a full menu for the next week of Christmas joy. Valentino was keeping himself busy, relaxing in their bed. He was chewing on the tip of his ballpoint pen; he'd pulled his notebook out, the one he always keeps near his bedside, full of his half-put-together ideas or late-night rambling. Recently, due to their honeymoon, it had been filled with sketches of Marc. Because while realism was never Valentino's favourite style, Marc loved to pose for him while he drew him. His face seemed to light up at the attention and the sketches, and well, who was he to deny him that? But today, he wasn't doing that. Today, he was drawing in his style. He got an idea last night, and while he still knew the idea of them coming out was still a far-off idea, since Marc wasn’t that comfortable about the idea. He wanted to be ready. Besides, Marc was overjoyed when Valentino revealed his design for Marc's 2016 championship shirt. It was just an idea, he said; Marc didn't have to use it, he said, but he knew the moment he saw Marc's face. He’d be using the shirt and Valentino would be fucking him in that design after he won that championship, and as always, Valentino had been right.

But this was nothing more than a hypothetical idea of what a coming out could be; he wanted something that showed off both of them. So that left him here, chewing on his pen tip; he had an outline. Marc's ant riding Valentino's turtle was an amazing joke in Valentino's opinion. He had the turtle looking up at the ant and the ant looking down at the turtle, both with oh so much love (doing several sketches of Marc had helped him work on getting that intense glare down, even in a cartoon form), but it was missing something. He kept chewing on his pen hoping that whatever was missing would come to him.

In the state, Marc wanders into their bedroom, clearing his throat to get Valentino to look at him. He's not in the hoodie and jeans Valentino last saw him in. Rather, he's dressed in his dirt bike gear. "What are you drawing?" Marc asks. Valentino shuts the book; he hates people seeing his work before he's finished and asks a question of his own, "I didn't know you were riding today."

Marc giggles, "I'm not, I just got new gear in, I wanna make sure it fits." Valentino hums; normally, Marc had a habit, that Valentino could only guess comes from childhood, of using gear until it breaks. So while he was surprised, he was glad that Marc was finally buying new gear without guilt. "Spin around, I want to see it." Marc nods, a devilish smile on his face as he puts his arms out and offers a twirl for Valentino, and that's when he sees it, a new ass patch. Marc spins too quickly so Valentino can't fully see it, but he knows that font from anywhere.

Marc's giggles also give away his plan just a little bit, but Valentino is already smiling, "Marc, turn around again." He smirks, "Oh come on, Vale, didn't you see enough of my ass on our honeymoon?" He says it oh so coyly, so Valentino snorts, "I could never get enough of your ass, bambino, it's why I married you." Marc's cheeks blush, and Valentino knows he has him beat "So come on, turn around." Then, just to be safe, he adds, "Show Papa what you did."

The reaction is immediate. Marc bites his lip and does as he's told, turning around, and then Valentino sees it in all its glory "Rosquez" is plastered across Marc's ass in Valentino's old Rossifumi font with a bit more of Marc's red worked into the design. Valentino would be lying if this wasn't one of the hottest things he had seen. Especially when Marc said with the faux innocence he always did best, "Do you like it, Papa?"

And that got Valentino's dick to full attention, and while he could deny others with ease, he could never deny himself "Bambino, I love it. Come here." Marc pads over right away and makes himself comfortable in Valentino's lap, as Valentino throws his notebook to the side, his pen slipped inside, keeping his page. He traces the outline of Rosquez on Marc's ass, so grateful he made the poor red-face academy boys explain what that meant when they had started referring to them as that, because God, that made this whole thing hotter.

Valentino shifts slightly, both so Marc can feel just how much Valentino loves this, and so he can get a better angle to kiss and suck at his neck. As Valentino does so, Marc’s airy moans start to fill the room. That little minx uses his free hand to flip open Valentino's notebook when he's not looking. The turtle and the ant look back at him, and of course, Marc loves it "It’s us!"

And that causes Valentino to jump, and then he sees what Marc is looking at, and now it's his turn to blush "It's not done," he says, a little bit embarrassed.

Marc hums, "I like it. My ant is missing his cape, but other than that, it's perfect." And he leans in to kiss Valentino. And of course, Valentino thinks it was so obvious what he was missing, but he can fix it later; for now, he has Marc, who has moved from kissing Valentino’s lips to kissing his neck, and that was far better to think about. 

Keeping one hand on Marc’s back, he uses the other to pull Marc off his neck via his hair, which causes Marc to let out the sweetest little whine “But Vale, the marks from the honeymoon are nearly gone.” Nothing but a slap rings out across the room, paired with Marc’s sweet little whimper. A hit to the ass will do that “That’s not how you addressed me.” Marc sniffles; it’s absolutely adorable “I’m sorry, Papa.” How was Valentino not meant to get hard at that? No matter what anyone thought, least of all Marc, he was still just a mere mortal. 

Valentino kisses him “It’s okay, Bambino.” Leave it to Marc to take one small bit of praise and let it go to his head “So does that mean I can mark you again?” Big brown eyes looking back at him; it’s why Valentino had to keep such control over Marc. He can’t let things get to his head. Marc was so precious he couldn’t let ego corrupt him; he had to keep Marc sweet and good just like the day they met and that meant making him work for his rewards “No. You know I have a TV interview coming up. I thought you weren’t ready for people to know about our relationship.”

Marc pouts, “But I don’t…” He trails off refusing to make eye contact, that is another thing Valentino wanted to work on, especially now they were married and Marc had access to Valentino’s wealth, he should be able to ask for the things he want, and as he found throughout most of their relationship, the best way to shape Marc into the best possible partner was in the bedroom “You don't what? Come on, tell Papa, you know you can tell me anything.” He prompts as he makes a point to trace a finger down Marc’s spine. He shivers, chewing on his bottom lip; he looks, unblinking, at the wedding ring on Valentino’s finger now that his hand is removed from Marc’s hair. 

Valentino has never been known to play nice, so he uses that free hand to caress Marc’s cheek, the cool metal resting on his cheek, and that’s enough for him to finally admit, “I don’t like the idea of other people thinking they can have you.” And isn’t that just the sweetest, “Is that why you marked yourself with our name? You just had to make sure the rest of the guys knew that you were off limits?” He squeezed Marc’s ass griping at his brand new ass patch. 

Nothing comes out of Marc's mouth but a foul moan. Valentino is almost sure he could get high off the sound. So he keeps pushing, “Did you overhear the boys teasing poor Bez about the fact I was his gay awakening?” The face Marc makes is wonderful, if Valentino could frame it. He would. His beautiful features twisted in horror and disgust are gorgeous, even made all the better that Valentino knows Marc treats Bez as one of his favourites when it comes to their students, almost treating him like he was a prized pup “Did you want to make sure next time that we train together everyone knows who owns you? Trying to make sure everyone else knows they can look but can’t touch.” 

Maybe it’s unfair that is as he talks he slides his finger under Marc’s pants, just his pants, Marc knows Valentino’s feelings on underwear especially when it comes to Marc wearing it, but because of that he’s able to shove his dry finger into Marc’s asshole but in all fairness to Valentino, he’s been fucking Marc within a inch of his life most mornings and nights since they officially became husbands (even if they had been doing it before hand) he could take it, Valentino was training him for this after all.

Marc tries to scream, bites his lip and then finally lets out a slutty moan as Valentino starts fucking his finger into him “Words baby, words.” Valentino is almost tempted to slip a second finger in and scissors him open but he doesn’t want that just yet. 

He went to watch the way Marc’s face flips between pleasure and pain with each time Valentino fuck his single dry finger into him; even after being fucked in the morning, Marc is so fucking tight. Valentino loves playing with this headspace where Marc is his perfect personal fuck toy. As Valentino prods his way inside of Marc, aiming for his prostate Marc is moaning trying to reach for words, so just like on track Valentino pushes him harder “If you want something you have to ask for it,” Then slipping out of his role as a mean dom and back into Marc’s Vale, “I’m not gonna say no unless you want me to.”

Marc nods, it's closer to a roll of his head, as his neck nearly lulls him down onto Valentino’s chest as he moans when Valentino finally hits his prostate “Can I have lube please? It hurts.” Tears well in his eyes, so Valentino knows he’s not lying. “Mmmmm, answer my question first then I’ll answer yours.” He rubs the knuckle off his second finger on Marc’s ass so he can remember that it’s there before he gets any thoughts about saying anything else. He hits his prostate again as he idly wonders if he could train Marc to come from his prostate alone. Making his hand totally useless, another way that Valentino could ensure that Marc needed him for everything. He’d have to do some research on it ,but his dick doesn’t wane at the thought so that was a good sign. 

“I like being yours…” Marc gasps as Valentino once again hits his prostate “And?” Valentino smiles as if they were having a totally normal conversation. Hits his prostate one last time for good measure. Marc was still so tight it took such an effort from Valentino to get those pretty moans out of Marc and not let him tear… too much. 

“And I want people to know that we belong to each other! But coming out… that’s too much of a risk.” He cries; the tears are back as Valentino pops his finger out of Marc’s ass, a difficult task given how much Marc clings to every part of him.

Valentino kisses him, an idea already running through his head; coming out now for Valentino wasn’t as scary as it was at twenty-three, like Marc was now. He saw things online; the world is changing, and if Valentino maintains perfect control, and makes it look like it wasn’t planned while keeping Marc safe… Maybe that drawing doesn’t need to stay within the confines of his journal; maybe people will stop looking at Marc like he’s something they can have.

But for now his dick was pleading for more, so he pushes Marc’s pants down and coats his fingers with lube, wasting no time prepping Marc, letting him be overtaken by his moans and groans as he pleads for more and more. So Valentino leans up and whispers in his ear, “So come on baby tell Papa what you want?”

Marc whines again, “Please Papa, please I need your cock. I’m ready now, I’m ready!” Valentino would never deny him; he quickly shoves his own basketball shorts and underwear down and replaces his fingers with his cock, without any extra lube. 

“Papa!” Marc shrieks as Valentino moans as he’s able to take in Marc’s warm, tight hole; it was a high that would never get old “Come on baby, fuck yourself on me, or is my baby so dumb that I have to do all the work?” 

Marc weakly shakes his head, then without having to be told he starts fucking himself on Valentino’s dick. He looks so pretty like this. Most people thought that Marc was meant to ride nothing but bikes, but Valentino was sure Marc was made to ride cock, and as Marc massfully fucks himself up and down on Valentino’s dick, his mouth starts going a mile a minute with his new plan. 

“What if we got tattoos of our racing numbers?” Marc moans as he comes down on Valentino’s dick an eyebrow raised, he takes that as his sign to keep talking “I would get your number tattooed right here” pointing at the junction between his pelvis and his belly button, he leans up and whispers “Everytime you suck me off you’d see your number looking back you more proof I’m just yours.” And of course it’s a spot Valentino may accidentally show, if he’s not being too mindful, but why would he be thinking about future plans now, in the middle of sex with his husband when he’s moaning so beautifully. 

“You love that, don’t you?” Marc nods, rocking himself back and forth on Valentino’s dick “Words, I need words, baby boy.”

He fucks up into him as Marc moans to the best of his ability “Yes, yes, please, so fucking hot, the boys would see it in the showers, and they would know. They would know they can worship you all they like, but you only truly worship me.” Jealousy on most people was ugly, but on Marc it was the prettiest thing in the world.

Marc dives into the collar of Valentino’s shirt, sucking hickies into his skin, not caring that a make-up artist will have to cover it up for the interview. So Valentino re-directs, pulling Marc’s hair, taking over the pace as he roughly fucks into Marc “Where would you want my number? Where would you let me brand you as mine and mine alone.”

Maybe Jealousy was also a good look on Valentino.

“My ass Papa on my ass cause only you can make me feel this good.”  It’s not surprise that shortly after that Valentino cums first, while fucking Marc within a inch of his life how could he not with how tight Marc is, he moans Marc’s name followed by “mine” and in his post orgasm haze that is how he settles down nibbling on Marc’s collarbone as he mutters “mine, mine, mine, mine.”

His hand comes to Marc’s dick, jerking him off dry, but Marc’s dick is so rock hard and needy that Valentino is sure that he doesn’t care, given how loudly he screams a mix of Papa and Vale but the letters all mix into each other quickly after that he cums and right after that Marc collapses onto his chest, muttering an “I love you.” Before passing out.

Valentino doesn’t say it back; no point if Marc was asleep after all. Instead, he hums, playing with Marc’s hair. Coming out like this would be scary, seemingly unplanned, but it was a leap they needed to take. Marc wouldn’t take it otherwise, and Valentino wouldn’t want to cause a fight, so he just needed to give Marc a little push. He smiles to himself; he would look after Marc in the coming storm. It would prove to everyone, including Marc, just how much Valentino loves him. More than anyone else could ever dream out.  

~               

At little bit after waking up from his post sex nap Valentino announces with a hand still brushing the curls out of Marc’s face “I asked around for a good tattoo artist who knows how to keep quiet while you were sleeping, and of course I’ll get Uccio to double check but there’s one in Roma she can fit us in on Friday, willing to kick everyone out the shop for us, given how much I would be paying. Could be a fun weekend trip if you're still down. “

Marc hums, still blinking awake, his mind fuzzy from the sex and sleep, his new motocross gear still hanging off him, as the sex conversation comes back to him being tattooed with each others number, meaning they’d always been marked as each other even when they couldn’t wear their rings; it was the perfect medium until they both retired and then could come out safely. There’s just one problem. 

“This Friday? Isn’t Alex finally visiting this Friday for the weekend?” Part of the reason for the new gear is that he wanted a fun way to tell Alex about the wedding; he knew he’d be upset that he wasn’t there, but as Vale had explained, when else would all their friends be in one place; besides Vale’s family was there and they were Marc’s family now. So Marc knew he could live with that. Besides, he had wanted to get on his honeymoon as soon as possible.

Vale just hums, “It’s her last week before she goes off for Christmas. I don’t know if I wanna be healing a tattoo during the pre-season. My turtle was hard enough, but I get it. It’s Alex.” Marc can’t help but feel his stomach drop at the way Vale sounds so disappointed. He really just was trying to get Marc everything he wanted, and Marc was turning all of that down, for Alex? The person who is outside of work, he spoke to once a week on the phone, if they were lucky. 

While Vale… Vale was nothing short of his whole world, and he gave so much for Marc.

“I can reschedule with Alex, and maybe if we don’t hang out now, maybe he’ll actually get back to us about Christmas.” Any guilt he has about cancelling on Alex is displaced with the way Vale smiles and kisses his cheek “You go back to bed, Bambino; I’ll get Uccio to get everything with the artist in line and book the hotel, maybe a spa too? Your shoulders are so tight with all this Christmas planning.” Valentino jokingly starts massaging his shoulders as Marc giggles “Sure, sure. Let me text Alex first.”

~

Alex hadn't told Marc he was driving down for the visit; he wanted to surprise him by bringing up his own bikes and some of Marc’s childhood bikes that Rossi hadn’t let him bring due to ‘space’ on the moving truck like fucking Valentino Rossi couldn’t afford a second moving truck. So Alex would take the matter into his own hands. These bikes had built Marc into the brother he loves; even if he was hundreds of miles away, these bikes would help remind Marc where he came from.    

So as he was shoving the last of his bags into the van, planning to set off tonight on Wednesday, so he’s not rushing come Friday, he needs to spend the most amount of time as possible with Marc before they be ripped apart in the whirlwind of the sport and… other lifestyle factors but maybe Alex could talk Marc out of this whole engagement thing or at least get him in connect with the best divorce lawyer in all of Spain for a prenup.

When suddenly his phone dings. 

It’s a message from Marc, and it’s the last thing he wants to read. 

“Sorry, Vale surprised me with a trip to Roma for the weekend! Can we reschedule? He feels really bad about messing up dates, but the trip is non-refundable…”

Alex’s stomach drops. 

Valentino Rossi can’t afford a second moving truck or to just pay out of pocket for a new hotel room and flights. Of course, of course. Weren’t they just on holiday?

Alex was stupid for thinking he would get to come first again; it was all Vale, Vale, Vale. 

Marc no longer had thoughts that weren’t Rossi-approved. His brother seemed further out of reach the more time he spent at the Ranch. He doesn’t respond to the text. If he responds in this moment, he’ll end up throwing a tantrum over text that would amount to Alex yelling PAY ATTENTION TO ME. 

He doesn’t unpack the van that would make it all real. Instead he turns on his heel and goes back inside to where his Mama is still milling around in the kitchen commenting as she chops a carrot, “Oh, Alex, I thought you would have left by now, but actually that’s great. I found some childhood photos I think Marc wou-” She looks up and sees Alex's face, and that must give everything away. 

Since this time, her sentence starts with a much sadder “Oh Alex. What did he do this time?” A far cry from the woman from his childhood, who Alex always assumed secretly loved Marc just a touch more.

“Rossi made non-refundable plans for the weeke-.” His Mama rushes to reach him in the hallway before he can finish the story, pulling him down into a tight hug as sobs start to slip out of Alex, “I’ll talk to him, we’ll set this right, we’ll make sure he comes down for Christmas okay?” 

He tries to nod, but he just can't. It's simply unbelievable that his Mama would suddenly fix everything, after all this time. She doesn’t understand that Valentino is a vortex once sucked in that one simply could not escape from.