#7263

“Good morning,” he said, voice still hoarse.

Pecco runs his fingers through Alex’s messy hair, “Morning.”

Seeing the action, Alex used his right hand, the non-injured one, to hold Pecco’s that are on his head, moving it to fit his cheek into the palm. He pressed a light kiss on it, before moving to Pecco’s wrist, arm, not too long shoulder then neck. The act made his face closer to his lover’s, well that was his intention from the start. Pecco’s lips are soft against his, he gave them a lick-test, with them parting immediately after, letting Alex’s tongue slip in.

“Your breath stinks,” Pecco had teased him after.

Turns out, Marc was in the mood to play chef today. They had no choice but to became his experimental rats, eating half burnt eggs, atleast he hadn’t touched the leftover bread on the counter, Pecco saw the mold forming but when he told Alex he just said it’s fine and ate the clean part of it.

The weather outside is sunny, and they still have some hours before his first check-up. He heard Marc cleaning out the pool outside, and he thought it’ll be nice to go for a swim. So he went to his room again to find his swimming trunks, until Pecco caught him after.

“You are not getting in the water right?” He just replied with his best ever innocent smile. It received a headshake from the Italian.

“Just, don’t do anything extreme, I’ll be joining you two then, incase anything happens.”

Alex can work with that.

He had overestimated his healing progress. After some minutes he got out of the pool, admitting his defeat to a smug-looking Pecco, who’s sitting on one of the sunbed available, he is wearing Alex’s light blue trunks, the one that was too small for Alex himself.

“Tired yet?” he asked, half mocking, as Alex approached him.

“You look good with my color,” he tried to change the topic. To be honest, good is underrating it. He rarely shares his clothes with Pecco since the man has always come prepared, It kind of awakens something in him. Alex was never a possesive person, he had been raised with the habit to share, maybe that fits more to Marc actually, since he is the older one, so many things are labelled ‘theirs’ instead of Marc’s, Alex’s. However, seeing Pecco in something that’s his, in his house (we don’t talk about Marc’s presence, again), in his bed, in his arms, maybe he starts developing traits he didn’t know are possible for someone like him. Pecco branded with his color, His.

“Anyway, I’ll go shower so we can prepare to go to the hospital,” he can’t be catched popping a boner over only his boyfriend wearing his swimming trunks, that’s kind of stupid, and not to mention the possesive thoughts, yeah.

Pecco nods, soon he rushed inside, turned on the shower, making the water cold, that was close. He needs to be in the most stable condition possible when he meets his doctor. He stares into the wall.

Fuck, a little bit of daydreaming wouldn’t hurt right? Also it has been long since they did anything, not like they have a certain routine they had to follow, and the championship has been chaos, then his injury. He rarely craves touch this much, even after he and Pecco started dating. Just a quick one and he’ll come out normal, then they can focus on his recovery again, yeah.

He works his hand quickly, wrapping it around his hardening cock, water still running. He imagines again, if he wasn’t so sleepy last night he would have Pecco all for himself, no, he would be too tired. This morning would be a better choice maybe, he already had Pecco wrapped around his hands for a few minutes, before his stomach started begging for food. If he didn’t give it up before, if he just talks it out about what he needs he wouldn’t be needing to go through all this.

He leans his forehead against the bathroom wall, biting his lower lip to hold his moans in, as he strokes his dick, up and down, squeezing just right where he prefers it. He closes his eyes again, and inhales. Pecco, pretty Pecco. If it wasn’t for Marc’s presence, he’ll have him right there on that bench they have near the pool, all bare naked under the sunlight, only for him. He can imagine that Pecco would be shy about it too, hissing “ We’re outside!” while he clings his arms behind Alex’s neck, avoiding his gaze. He’ll make those usual whimpers he only lets out when he’s very close, his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead—

“ Fuck —” God how he wants so bad.

“Alex, are you okay in there?’ He heard Pecco’s voice asking from the other side, knocking at the door. It startled him, he made a sudden movement, almost knocking off the soap bottles near. Adjusting himself to balance again also hurts his left wrist a bit, “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

Pecco knocked again, “Hey are you okay?” but that last knock was louder than before, the door somehow opened on itself, Alex remembered locking it after going in, apparently it needs more fixing, so there’s Pecco, wide eyed, still standing outside, then his stare are on Alex’s wet, naked body, no, more like there is only something that catches his attention.

“Are you going to do something about it?” The Italian asked, voice thick with lust. He steps in as he makes sure the door is properly locked unlike before.

“I was about to,” He pulls Pecco in, tucking his head between his lover’s shoulder and neck. Pecco rests his hands on Alex’s chest, “Let me do it for you instead.”

And does that sound like a deal for him, “Please,” he muttered, letting his hand roams into Pecco’s wet trunks, grabbing his ass, while he frees the other from doing anything, to make it safe.

He has been aching for it, and finally Pecco wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it with slow momentum at first, smearing the precum that were already there from Alex’s previous endeavor. Pecco’s hand is smaller than his, similarly rough, it felt just perfect on his skin.

Pecco picks up his pace, it’s not long until Alex came all over his fist, then he lets the water rinse it off.

“Good enough?” He looked at his boyfriend.

“More than enough.”

“C’mon let’s get you out of here. We still have your doctor appointment later.”

“You don’t want me returning the favor?’ Alex hugs his waist, staring right into his eyes.

He ruffles Alex’s hair, “Let’s focus on healing your hand first,”

They washed off under the shower afterwards, not wasting more time with the water since it has been running for too long. They are met with Marc’s disgust face as they get out from the bathroom,