#jorgentino

"Who do you consider your biggest rival?"

"Prob lorenzo coz we were in the same team and we've been teammates for a long time ... so it was not just a rivalry, it was like a love story"

aka the bad jorgetino sex as promised! this is what i spent labor day on: 4.4k of terrible no good sex. all in a day's work :)

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Portugal 2008

After Lorenzo’s third failed attempt at sticking his cock in, Valentino takes pity on him.

Hey, says Valentino, thinking if this goes on for much longer he’s going to fall asleep, snore and wind up with a penalty he really, really doesn’t need especially when he’s already gone as far as showing up, maybe I can help? Do you even know what you’re doing?

He cranes a look over his shoulder, and he’s not even trying to be cruel, but Jorge flushes, going splotchy from cheek to chest: bull’s eye.

If Valentino wasn’t quite so tired, he would’ve laughed.

As it is, he feels a twinge of – pity. Laced with a little secondhand embarrassment. Jorge is an annoying little prick – one of the few topics he and Casey Stoner tend to find agreement with – who he projects to be even cockier after taking his first premier class win.

His opening line when Valentino had shown up at the Winner’s Room was: I didn’t even want you, but the first one said no, and I want to be nice and not give that person a penalty. Valentino very nearly walked out of there.

Just – hold still, says Jorge, face still pink, and the tip of his cock bumps again into the back of Valentino’s thigh without actually getting anywhere near his hole. If Valentino is being generous, he’ll say Jorge is maybe anatomically challenged. Or blind.

He can feel Jorge’s hands shifting on his hips, moving his body like he is positioning his bike on the grid box. Not a good analogy, thinks Valentino, because Jorge knows how to handle a bike. Another human? Not quite so.

God, he is probably a virgin.

You’re taking so long the lube’s probably dried u—uargh, Valentino drops down, elbows buckling at the pain of being spread open dry: familiar, intimate, but hated. His face hits the soft bedding of the nondescript sheets, the one that is same for fifteen years and counting now. The scent, too, acridly familiar: apricots, for some fucking reason.

He hears Mick’s voice as clearly as if it was his first time in the Winner’s Room: This is the part after you lose.

He has been hearing Mick’s voice saying those words every time he’s here, face down, on all fours like a whore. It hurts to lose. Hearing those words resound over the years every time he finds himself in this position worsens the hurt.

Jorge makes a tiny, wheezing noise, all stuffed up in his chest.  

Fuck, gasps Valentino, turning his face to the side, inhaling where he suffocates himself on the sheets. His fingers curl senselessly, grasping fabric to ground himself. Cheek pressed against the bed, he looks out to the rest of the motorhome. Only a single lamp by the side of the bed is lit, the ceiling lights flipped off. From the angle of the bed, you could see the kitchenette, the small sitting area to the side. It looks like the same couch Loris had fucked him on, folding Valentino in half, in Motegi last year.

Loris had made it feel good.

Jorge’s fingers dig into the flesh of Valentino’s hips, reminding him keenly he’s here with his teammate, not Loris. Jorge is holding very, very still.

Valentino clenches, and it’s only a miniscule shift when he does so, knees spreading open wider on the bed, wanting to accommodate Jorge better and make it more pleasant for the both of them but then –

Heat curls in Valentino’s lower-half, a hot rush of liquid. Valentino blinks in disbelief at the sensation.

Jorge mutters a curse.

Did you just –

Valentino feels wet. It’s no fluke. He rolls over, and Jorge slips out of him, limp. Valentino clenches instinctually over the gap, even as his brows scrunch with incredulity. Jorge is gaping down at his own softening cock.

I'm 21+, down for anything as long as it's fun and makes sense. Normally write on discord via tupper in a specific server made just for 1 on 1 RPs with one person.

Down to plot and bounce ideas. My replies vary from 2 to 5 paragraphs depending on my interest and what I'm working with. Not interested in writing novels per reply, but if you do, I don't mind as long as you don't mind me not doing it. I tend to match length if it's reasonable. I like both longer serious RPs and shorter silly ones like texts and social media interactions between the drivers. AUs are also fine and have potential.

Characters I write: Valentino Rossi(primarily). But Marco Bezzecchi, Luca Marini and Jorge Lorenzo are also fine.

Ships I like: Valentino/Bezz, Valentino/Jorge, Valentino/Casey, Valentino/Sete, Valentino/Dani, Valentino/Luca(guilty)

Not a big fan of Rosquez unless Rossi is just using/manipulating him and it’s entirely one sided where only Marc has feelings.

Aside from that, I'd be down to hear other ideas and suggestions, but I'm mostly locked on these characters when it comes to who I’ll write.