#marietti

Cele hates summer. It’s unnecessarily hot, he keeps on sweating no matter how many showers he has, he stinks, and he doesn’t have the strength to do what he has to do.

On top of that, his stupid AC broke, and they can’t go to Luca’s, cause he’s renewing the place, so he and his boyfriend have to suffer in 38C° weather for at least a week, cause the AC guy is on holiday.

“That’s it, it’s too hot, I’ll fix it” “Luca you’ll just worsen it” “I’ll fix it” “You’ll just suffer the heat more!” “And what should I do? It’s too hot to go outside, this stupid thing is broken, the sea is basically as hot as a soup, I think the only way is to try and fix it, no?”

Cele gives up, no point in trying to change luca’s mind when he chose to do something.

Two hours later, Cele’s bringing his boyfriend five different towels, Luca had somehow managed to break a pipe or something similar in the AC and it had completely soaked him, and a bit of the sofa Cele bought just the month prior.

“Don’t laugh” “They should make you an AC technician, look how well it’s working now!” “I misjudged the strength of the pipe” “You soaked yourself AND my sofa!” “At least I’m less hot now”

Cele would’ve joked about the impossibility of Luca not being hot, but it would’ve been a terrible joke, so he discards it, instead staring at him as he removes his shorts, completely drenched, and tries to dry himself while standing just in boxers.

The view is what keeps Cele’s eyes locked on his boyfriend’s frame, biting his lip and considering dropping on his knees right there and then.

And that’s exactly what he does, once Luca has finished drying himself and has thrown the towel to the ground, he’s met with Cele’s lust-filled gaze, and one millisecond later, Cele is kneeling before him, teasing him through his boxers with small kisses. Cele mouths at the outline of Luca’s cock, then he shoves the boxers down, Luca is almost soft, but he loves to get him hard, so he starts working for it, spitting on the tip and slowly jerking it, giving the tip a few licks, as if is was a lollipop.

Luca is hard in under a minute, Cele happily sucking him off as he always does, making the older whine and put a hand in his curls, tugging lightly to make him slow down.

Eventually, Luca tells Cele to stop and get up, then proceeds to kiss him hungrily, leaving all of his clothes behind him on the floor and getting Cele’s pants out of the way.

Once they get to the bedroom Cele is already taking his boxers off, and they’re quickly in the bed, making out and panting, touching each other and sweating.

Really sweating. Sweating too much.

“Lu lu stop I - it’s too hot fuck” “You’re right. Fuck it’s too much”

They lay panting on the bed, both really hard and needy, until Luca suddenly stands up and gets out of the room with absolutely no warning or reasoning behind his move.

“Luca?” “One second!”

Luca is quickly back in the room with a bowl full of ice, Cele looks at him as if he just saw an alien entering the bedroom.

“Ok so…I thought since it’s too hot, we should lower the temperature” “I’m not gonna soak myself with ice” “No it’s - do you remember that time I told you there isn’t just waxplay?” “Of course” “Ok so I have the icecubes and I just play with them on your body. It’s funnier if you’re tied up but it’s fine like this”

Cele thinks about it, some cold wouldn’t hurt me for sure, and Luca seems aroused at the idea of doing this, but he has no idea if it’ll bring any kind of sexual arousement to him. But he’s hard, and the thought of something cold on his skin is good, so he accepts, and Luca smiles brightly, kissing him on his cheek before resuming making out.

Cele hears Luca fishing in the bowl for a cube, and seconds later it’s on his skin, he lets out a gasp for the sudden sensation on his belly, the ice cube slowly slides towards his hip, and that’s when Luca breaks the kiss and moves down, catching the icecube with his fingers and slowly moving it over Cele’s lower belly, then back up on his abs until it melts.

“How is it?” “Strange” “I promise it’ll get good”

Cele nods, Luca grabs a second cube, this time he places it on Cele’s chest, and moves it casually on his pecs, he seems almost bewitched by it, following the path with his eyes constantly fixated on it.

Once the cube is gone, Luca grabs another, but first he grabs lube from the nightstand and squirts some on Cele’s dick, stroking him slowly.

He kisses Cele’s neck and then puts the icecube in his mouth helping himself with his tongue as he drags it over Cele’s throat, which makes the younger actually aroused, Luca keeps on doing it, slowly moving from the neck down to the collarbone, some melted eyes runs down to Cele’s pecs, making him breathe heavily. It’s a strange sensation, it’s good in its own way but it’s so strange, the sensation of Luca dragging the icecube along his neck together with the jerking off is ridiculously arousing, but maybe it’s also due to the fact Luca’s own hard dick is pressing against his thigh.

By the time Luca gets the fourth cube, Cele is sweating a lot, his unkept curls glued to his forehead and his chest glistening, but that only makes Luca smile brighter. He repeats the same act, putting the icecube in his mouth, this time he focuses on Cele’s abs, until the ice is smaller, at that point, Luca slowly makes it to Cele’s left nipple, he can see a small scar where he used to have a piercing, he had done it to imitate Bez, but it was too uncomfortable in the end and he got rid of it.

Luca passes his tongue and the ice around the nipple, and Cele immediately whimpers, then Luca actually stops on it and plays with it, sucking and biting lightly as the cube gets smaller and smaller, Cele is moaning, his fingers locked in Luca’s hair as he doesn’t stop, not even after the ice has completely melted.

“It’s good fuck” “Told you” “Do it again…please” “Of course, glad you’re enjoying it baby”

The cubes are melting in the bowl, they’re getting smaller and smaller, but Luca’s ok with that, he means he can use them to tease more, like he’s doing right now with Cele’s right nipple, making him whimper and squirm. He doesn’t stop jerking him off either, and Cele is getting awfully close, and Luca fukcing loves it.

Luca quickens his rhythm and kisses Cele, whose lips are way warmer than his now, and they make a beautiful contrast. Cele comes with a moan, his come mixing with the melted ice on his abs, slowly drifting down his V-line.

“Can I bottom today?” “Please”

Luca smiles, then contemplates his options, and obviously goes for the nastiest one, scooping up the mix of cum and ice on Cele’s abs and using it as lube, slowly pushing one finger inside as Cele watches him in awe.

It’s not often that Luca bottoms, although in the last few months it has happened more than usual, but the fact is Cele absolutely loves that, when Luca finally completely lets go, which had been hard for him in the beginning, already as a top Luca had his difficulties with voicing his pleasure, especially with moans or other sounds like those, and Cele was really worried he was bad at sex and Luca didn’t enjoy it enough to moan, but through slow and slightly embarrassing talks they had figured everything out, one step at a time, and now Luca has no problems bottoming and making sure Cele knows he’s enjoying it.

When Luca adds the second digit he groans, throwing his head back and going faster with his fingers, finding his prostate and having to stop for a moment not to overdo it. It feels so calm with Cele, being stark naked with his legs spread and fingers up his ass with Cele watching, he’s not ashamed, well not anymore, and he’s not scared Cele will judge him or rush him.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous” 

Cele compliments him so often it has become normality for Luca, not that he doesn’t know he’s attractive, he’s conscious of the fact he’s considered really beautiful, but the way Cele does it, it’s different from the compliments he usually gets, it’s real, it’s genuine, and mostly it’s full of love.

He’s got his eyes closed, so he doesn’t notice Cele getting closer to his neck until he feels a shot of cold on his neck. Fuck it feels good. Luca can feel the ice melting down his neck, cooling him down a bit, then it’s under his jaw and finally against his lips, Cele licks then with the last remaining part of the cube until it melts, then they’re making out, Cele bites his lip and Luca groans, then it’s the opposite, Luca devouring Cele’s mouth but never fully having control as Cele lays him down on the bed, heat coming back.

“Wait wait, do you want more?” “Huh?” “Ice, I’ll get more” “Oh yeah definitely, I love it”

Luca smiles and gets out of Cele’s hold, walking back into the kitchen and taking another pack of ice cubes from the freezer, just to walk back on Cele with a blindfold in his hands.

“That is for?” “You, obviously”

Luca gulps, he knows Cele has something planned, something that could be cruel or really good, he’s not sure.

“It’ll be funny, no?” “Mhmh” “Come here”

Luca gets on the bed and sets the bowl with the new ice cubes on the other bedside table, letting Cele tie the blindfold behind his head, immediately feeling a hand on his ass, a light slap it's enough to tell him what he has to do, so Luca gets his elbows and knees, arching his back as much as he can. Fuck he started his game thinking he would’ve topped but after he made Cele come he only had one thought in mind, getting absolutely destroyed.

When Cele enters him, he’s gentle, he always is the like - first minute or so, and Luca likes it, but he likes it more when CEle puts both his hands on his hips and starts actually fucking him, hard and fast, his blindfold already absorbing sweat.

He shivers when a cube is positioned on his back, Cele’s tongue dragging it a bit around, letting it melt after a short amount of time, just to be followed by another cube, lower on his back now, Cele uses his fingers to drag it along the tanline, Luca’s is not that evident, mostly because he sunbathes naked in his yard, and Cele absolutely loves it, it’s like having a meal always ready and waiting.

Luca moans as Cele’s thrusts go deeper, his prostate getting hit constantly with sharp precision and intensity, causing his whole body to shiver. Cele in the meantime bends to cover Luca’s body, biting at his earlobe and whispering his name there, smiling against the older’s neck as he speaks.

After just a bunch of seconds Luca groans, ice on his neck, melting rapidly, being dragged from one side to the other, up and down, once finished, another repeating the same path, making him weak.

What gets him weaker is the hand wrapped around his cock, Cele jerks him off quickly, really quickly, and Luca comes before he realizes it, a loud moan accompanying his quite frankly pathetic action.

“Oh fuck” “You’re sensitive today eh Lu?” “Shut up” “Nah you like it when I talk”

Cele fucks him harder, once again an ice cube getting played with on his neck, but that’s fucking good, so Luca doesn’t protest, only accepts the fact his boyfriends probably wants him dead by the end of this.

Luca buries his face in the pillow, moaning there to decrease the volume of the sounds he’s making, because he’s sure Cele’s neighbour doesn’t want to listen to him fucking at three in the afternoon.

Suddenly Cele stops, slowly pulling out and switching Luca’s position, kissing him from the base of his cock up to his neck, small, feather-like kisses that manage to get Luca semi-hard again, his mouth parted as Cele sucks a few hickeys under his jaw.

Once Cele starts fucking him again it’s even better than before, the thrusts are more intense, the pace quicker, and mostly, they can kiss, which is the best form of intimacy in Luca’s opinion. Cold ice gets put on Luca’s chest, Cele is not as patient as him, and he moves directly to the older’s left nipple, teasing and sucking it, the ice making the nip hard and the game funnier than before, causing Luca to whimper more than just a few times.

Cele repeats this for another few times, Luca getting closer and closer to the edge, his blindfold now half drenched in sweat.

“Cele go faster please” “You’re insatiable uh?”

Cele laughs, but he’s really aroused by Luca asking him things like that, it means he trusts him, that he actually wants him like that, which Cele sometimes finds a bit crazy, he’s not conventionally attractive like Luca is, no well ok Luca is considered properly hot, he hears people call him “Ken”, like the male barbie doll, but Luca always refused the comparison, inventing excuses.

Cele does go faster by the way, and it’s clear Luca is close, so Cele firmly wraps his hand around the base of Luca’s dick, calming him down and hoping he can last enough for his plan to work.

When Cele resumes his thrusts Luca’s moans are choked, his words get lost in a sea of yes and prayers, while Cele is completely focused on his goal.

He comes not long after, filling Luca up with a grunt as they kiss, melted ice dripping from their mouths as they make out, Luca completely oblivious to his boyfriend’s plan. Cele moves to untie Luca’s blindfold and kisses his cheek, smiling the whole time.

“How did I even bag you?” “I just fell for you” “Ugh I love you so much I’ll go crazy one day”

Now it’s Luca who smiles, but it doesn’t last long, as Cele moves down to suck him off, still gripping hard at his dick’s base to restrain him from coming.

After a few minutes spent on there, Cele suddenly stops, Luca pulling a questioning face until he sees Cele’s eyes and how hungry they are as he fishes an ice cube from the bowl, putting it in his tongue and before he can even think, Cele is licking his cock with the ice on the tip of his tongue. 

Luca feels so good he ignores the fact he hits his head as he throws it back, moaning absurdly loudly, trying to buck his hips, but Cele keeps him firmly glued to the bed, and once the cube has melted e takes another one, repeating his little game, this time tho he starts sucking the tip as well, the ice making it extremely sensitive, Luca not believing his eyes, Cele wasn’t even sure it would’ve been hot up until like 40 minutes ago and now he’s sucking him off with ice on his tongue.

“Celecelecele fuck I’m so close”

Cele simply smiles and keeps on torturing him, taking him in almost whole and then rapidly jerking off and making him come violently, a rush of pleasure washing over him, as Cele watches in amusement his boyfriend reaching his orgasm, panting heavily and with the last ice cube melting on his skin.

“You liked it?” “Lik- you’re asking me if I liked it? Cele you just had me see galaxies” “Mh that’s what I was hoping for”

They kiss again, the heat will come back and hit them once more time, that’s for sure, but at least now both of them know what to do if they’re boiling alive, and maybe next time Luca will get to fuck Cele into the mattress like Cele did today.

“I love you” “Me too, can we stay here? It’s really too hot to get up” “If we shower we’ll be less cold”

Cele pulls his legs up. The sun is moving quickly, slipping under the shade and biting at the tops of his feet. He hears the magazine flip closed and cracks his eyes open. Luca’s pushed himself to sit, spine curved and head tipped down. There’s a cigarette perched gently between his first two fingers and held to his lips, and a lighter trying to spark in his other hand.

It catches, and Cele feels himself mirror the quick breath that Luca takes, the first taste. Luca’s eyes flick down to meet his.

“You don’t smoke,” Cele says. Not that he knows that, just that he’s never seen Luca do it before. He doesn’t even go for Bez’s vape on a night out, when they’re drunk and pushing their limits. Luca makes a noise in the back of his throat and parts his lips. The smoke fountains out like a waterfall up his top lip and into his nose.

“It’s Vale’s,” he shrugs.

“Oh.”

Luca blinks out at the track and raises the cigarette to his lips again, and Cele should really turn away, quit staring. Even in the shade, he’s overheating. Sweat beading on the back of his neck, warmth pooling in his gut. Luca exhales. Cele can smell the tobacco, hot and acrid. He lets his eyes blur, and then it’s like he’s watching Valentino. From his Honda days, maybe. Young and lean and gold at his edges, sanded smooth. 

Luca looks back at him — catches him. Cele can’t move his eyes. Feels like he’s sunk into the dirt, like the skin has split up his back and he’s started to melt into the grass, guts dripping through the soil. His hands flex, packing dirt under his short fingernails. 

The daydream takes him. Blue eyes, the mountain range of Luca’s ribs and the tan skin stretched over them. His mothwing imagination flutters the picture of Valentino over Luca’s elegant face: that same cigarette balancing on his bottom lip, the knowing tilt of his brow. Cele doesn’t talk about that. Hasn’t told anyone, never will. And there’s no need — most of them know, have the same secret, revelatory want of a teenager buried deep between their lungs. Posters on childhood bedroom walls, figurines and signed hats. Valentino’s so indulgent with all of them that it’s easy to forget he was ever out of reach like that.

Cele swallows. Luca leans closer, and then he’s just Luca, peering at Cele like he’s unfolded the creased paper wrap of his psyche and seen the burnt sugarwater colour of his want.

“Celestino,” he mutters. Cele blinks. Long fingers come into focus, Luca’s hand, the cigarette. Offered to him. He sits up too quickly and squints past the stars that spin across Luca’s patient face. The cigarette is warm when he takes it, or Luca’s fingers are warm, and the brush of skin stuns him so bad by the time he’s got his lips around the filter, he can’t even remember if they touched at all. It’s damp, just a little. Where Luca’s tongue must have pushed against it, or where his lips were wet. Cele stops looking at Luca so that he can put 100% of his attention on not choking on his inhale like an idiot.

Heat blisters on the side of his face, on his fingers where they maybe-touched. He can feel Luca watching him as he breathes in. The smoke is too thick; catches in his throat and chest and threatens to puff out of his lips before it’s even reached the bottom of his lungs, but Luca is watching, so he holds it down and seals his mouth shut until the urge to bluster passes, and then he releases it through his teeth like he knows what he’s doing.

Luca takes the cigarette back with a quiet laugh, as if Cele’s been seen right through. Their fingers do touch, this time, and Cele feels it all the way up his arm. He knows the headrush isn’t from the nicotine. It feels like Luca has moved closer — escaping the sun, maybe, chasing the shifting shade. Cele can — it’s fair for him to do the same, to pull his knee from where it’s turning red and shuffle across the grass till his shoulder’s brushing the umbrella pole, till he can feel the prickle of Luca’s fine leg hair against his own.

“Why didn’t you go to the beach?” Luca asks several minutes later, and Cele can’t help but feel like it was almost a different question, the way Luca’s voice dips so low as he poses it.

There’s a pile of grass collecting by his hip, where the hand that hadn’t taken the cigarette has been plucking mindlessly at the ground.

“I just did not want to,” he offers. Luca hums. “What about you?”

The cigarette has burnt down now, and Luca takes a final drag before he puts it out in the dirt and then tucks it into the pocket of his shorts. Vale would probably spit if he found a butt just lying around, and Luca likely wouldn’t get the blame.

“I don’t know.”

Cele ‘ah’s. Emboldened, suddenly, he opens his mouth again and the words just fall out.

“I hope I am — good company, then. That you are not regretting it. Not going.”

Luca slants his attention to the track, shimmering with a heat mirage. The sun has almost hit its peak, and the warmth of a cloying morning has well and truly become a stinking afternoon. Cele drags his eyes from Luca, because it seems like an age since he’s done so. He feels Luca look back at him; can see at the edge of his vision the slow smile that spreads across Luca’s face. He’s waiting for the laugh — the tease. What a strange thing to say, Celestino. Don’t make it weird.

But Luca murmurs, “Of course, Celin,” and a long-fingered hand suddenly curls around Cele’s wrist. Cele jumps to find Luca’s eyes, to derive a meaning from his expression. It’s like there’s a joke coiling in the air that Cele isn’t in on — curling around him like smoke, something he can’t grab at. Luca’s grip tightens almost imperceptibly. “Do you want to go back to the house?”

Cele does. It’s hot and he’s boiling, sweating even half-undressed, hair damp across his forehead and the back of his neck.

He says, “Okay,” and Luca releases him to pull the umbrella from the ground and scoop up his magazine and empty bottle, and then he’s trekking back towards the house before Cele can split the question in half and stare too long at the sticky cherry pit centre of it.

In the kitchen, Luca takes Cele’s bottle and rinses it with his own. He leaves them upside down on the side of the sink and Cele stands and watches it all, feeling like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands and like Luca is going to turn around and the elegant planes of his face are going to be Valentino’s, and the warmth in his belly has gone molten, but kind of empty like he really has left some of his guts back on the grass by the track.

Luca’s watching him again — again — when he pulls himself out of his head.

“I’ll turn the fan on in my room,” he says, and Cele does peel the pith from that one, because it’s so obvious; they’re going to go sit in Luca’s room, and there’s not a chair so it’ll either be on the floor or on the bed, and if it’s on the bed, then —

Here, Luca’s bed is pressed into the corner. At his actual apartment, it’s square in the middle of the wall opposite the door, which TikTok had told Cele was bad Feng shui, and Cele hadn’t passed that on to Luca because it seems like the kind of thing Luca would already know about so he must just not care. He has a headboard and everything. It’s really — adult. Everything about Luca is just… more complete, Cele thinks. He even seems older than Vale, sometimes. Wiser.

Luca sits on his corner-bed just further than halfway down with his back against the wall, which means Cele has to sit by his pillows or they’ll be touching. The whole room smells like Luca. Not like cigarettes, because Cele’s really never seen him smoke before so he musn’t do it often — and Cele can still smell it on his breath when he talks, which is — something. The room smells clean. Orderly and fresh, and the fan is lifting up every scent; the cologne on the dresser, the sea salt room spray on his nightstand, whatever fucking detergent he uses for his sheets. It’s like being dunked in a Luca bath.

“Celin,” Luca says, and everyone calls him that but Luca is — looking at him in this certain way, and his mouth hardly moved when he said it, so quiet. Cele’s stomach turns in on itself.

“Yeah,” he croaks. The word sounds desperate. Sort of like he’s agreeing to something, to everything, even though Luca hadn’t asked any question at all.

And then Luca does ask a question. Cele doesn’t even think he hears it, too busy focusing on the fan of Luca’s eyelashes, the bow of his mouth when he speaks, and how he might actually be getting hard in his shorts just fucking sitting next to the guy. 

But he did hear it, through the fog.

Luca had tipped his head, feline and unfazed, and said, “Do you want me to suck you off?”

“What?”

He doesn’t ask again. Cele heard him, and Luca knows that. He’s suddenly closer again, like he was under the umbrella. There’s a hand wrapped around Cele’s bare ankle. It’s branding, hotter than the sun outside. This isn't really happening.

“You don’t have to say yes.”

“I’m going — I want — I know, but, are you—?” Jesus Christ.

Some of the poise falls out of Luca’s posture, replaced with a little shake of laughter and a teeth-baring grin. He slides his hand up Cele’s calf till he can press at his knee, split his legs apart.

“Come on,” Luca says, “if you want.”

Cele shifts himself away from the wall, keeps himself up on his elbows so that Luca can push forward into the gap of his legs and blink sweetly down at him.

“Okay, yeah, okay,” he garbles, voice ripped up by the shakes. Apparently that’s all that is needed to free Luca from the confines of moving like honey, because then his fingers are working Cele’s fly down and getting his shorts and briefs around his thighs in the next breath, before Cele’s even taken one, probably, and his cock is out — completely hard, which had happened without his permission between Luca asking and then starting to do.

Luca drags his thumb over the weeping slit, no preamble, and Cele nearly fucking chokes.

“Jesus,” he says, “Jesus, Luca, I.”

The sentence, as useless as it was becoming, dies on his tongue. Luca curls his whole hand around Cele and drags it down to the base, hot and dry and just this side of too tight, and then he smiles at Cele one more time before ducking his head and opening his mouth and making Cele’s arms give out from underneath him.

He hits the mattress right as Luca’s tongue flattens against the underside of his cock and wrenches a terrible, destroyed noise from his throat. He’s gotten head before, in highschool — hidden in the thick scrub of a hedge and that wasn’t very good or very long. But Luca is — must be some sort of fucking — like, he’s into it, because Cele can’t even keep his hips flat against the bed. Luca’s swallowing him down to his fist and squeezing when he pulls off, swirling his tongue around the head, cheeks carved out and Cele’s not going to last even a fucking minute. Maybe blowjobs just never last very long. Maybe Luca is just — insane at it.

“Fuck, Luca,” he manages again, limited to like four words and a name, completely stupid with how hard he’s about to come, fucking up and chasing Luca’s mouth because he can’t not.

Luca hums around him, vibrates all the way to his skull and rattles his brain around. An arm lands heavy across his hips, pinning him to the bed.

“Sorry, I’m — sorry, shit,” his hands scramble up into Luca’s hair, fingers twisting, spasming with the need to just hold Luca there and finish himself the rest of the way in the velvet vacuum seal of Luca’s mouth. Deliriously, he wonders briefly if Luca would let him — let him pull him all the way down till Cele’s cock hit the back of his throat and then hold him there.

Teeth scrape over the head of his cock and he has to choke back a scream, flying up onto his elbows to gape down at Luca, who raises his eyebrows pointedly, like are you still here?

He is. He fucking is. Too here, because he’s going to come in the next five seconds. Luca smoothes the hand that had been wrapped around Cele’s dick up across his twitching stomach, and then he takes a breath through his nose and closes his eyes and takes Cele to the hilt.

Cele whites out. Stars burst on the backs of his eyelids — he’s probably ripping hair from Luca’s scalp, arced up and curled over him, legs shaking on either side of Luca’s head as he comes straight down Luca’s throat. Luca swallows, makes a small choking sound, heaves another breath through his nose and swallows again, and Cele feels it in every fucking nerve ending, and then in an instant it’s too much and he’s falling back against the bed croaking, “Fuck, fuck, Luca.”

Luca pulls off him with a wet noise and sits back on his haunches. When Cele feels like he can see again, he blinks away from the ceiling to Luca’s expectant face, chin shiny, pupils blown. He’s not smiling, but it’s there like a threat, desperate to pull at the corners of his mouth.

“Jesus, man,” Cele says, so fucking lame. He can’t even think. Can’t even breathe properly. Luca laughs, then, all white teeth and wet lips, drags his arm over his mouth and then reaches for Cele to pull his underwear up over his cock and make an attempt at closing his jeans, but Cele’s laying on the waistband weird so he doesn’t get very far.

Cele gives it another minute, till he’s sure the next thing he says isn’t going to be something stupid, like I love you.

He hefts himself up to lean against the wall again. Luca folds a leg and rests his chin on his knee, watching Cele zip up his jeans and wipe the sweat from his top lip.

“Is that why you — why you didn’t go to the beach?”

His voice only shakes a little bit.

Luca snorts.

CH3

When Cele wakes up, Luca is not in the bed. Maybe he’s in the kitchen, or in his studio. He doesn't want to get up, his legs are tired, and his ass is a bit sore. He’s still dressed in Luca’s shirt and his boxers, the shirt smells like Luca, it’s a perfume he didn't really place quite yet, but it’s something fresh and flowery, something nice.

Cele looks around the room, but sees nothing that could mean the presence of Luca in it, so he finally decides it’s time to get up and try to look for him around the house. He tries to look into the guest bedroom and the guest bathroom, but to no avail. He tries the studio, but it’s empty, like the kitchen and the living room.

The only other presence in the house is Sissy, who upon seeing him goes up to him and starts meowing for attention. Cele crouches down to pet her, and tries to look for cat food in the kitchen, but he doesn’t want to look like he was snooping around, so he kinda gives up.

He’s about to go back to the bedroom when the front door opens, and Luca comes in. He’s obviously just gotten back from a jog, he’s wearing a white shirt and running kit pants, and he’s a bit red from the heat and the effort he put in the run.

“Oh, you’re awake, thought you’d still be sleeping sorry” “I woke up like ten minutes ago don’t worry, I was looking for something to give her but I didn’t want to, you know, snoop through things” “You’re not snooping Cele, and by the way it’s right in that drawer there, give her just a bunch of treats, I already fed her before going out”

Cele follows Luca’s instruction, and looks at him as he pours himself a glass of water, his Adam’s apple moving as he chugs the water down. He looks good even when drinking water. How's that possible?

Luca asks him if he’s hungry, and he actually is, but he’s fairly sure Luca will want to take a shower first, and he doesn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of fucking in it, because he’s seen it, and it’s huge, and he really really wants to be in there with him.

So he simply gets up from the floor and walks closer to Luca, who obviously knows what he wants, but is waiting for Cele to ask, probably because he finds it funny how flustered Cele gets when he asks those types of things.

“You’re gonna take a shower” “Mhmh, why?” “Can I get in with you? I think the shower’s big enough for two” “I was hoping you’d say that, come with me”

Cele follows him, a dumb smile on his face, which gets kissed away as soon as they step into the bedroom, Luca quickly moving to kiss at Cele’s neck, making him moan while he undresses. If there’s one thing Luca loves, actually loves, is when someone wears his clothes, especially if they look big on whoever’s wearing them.

He feels trusted somehow, and it’s a way of making sure the other person knows he cares about them, somehow. Cele starts tugging at Luca’s shirt, and before he knows it, he’s shirtless and being led to the bathroom. Cele has taken off his, well technically Luca’s, shirt somewhere during these five seconds, because when Luca looks at him again, he only sees the skin he touched the night before, and wants to do it again.

He grabs Cele by the thighs and lifts him up, then puts him down on the sink, still kissing him and his neck alternatively.

“Fuck Luca come on let’s get in the shower” “Yeah yeah just a bit more, you’re so pretty when you blush I want to see you more”

Cele blushes even more at the comment, and Luca smiles at him, while taking off his own boxers and tossing them to the ground. He’ll pick them up later, who cares, right now he just wants to bend Cele over and fuck him until his legs become useless.

He lifts him up again to get him to the ground, and Cele wastes no time in taking off the boxers Luca lent him, attacking the older’s mouth again and grinding his cock against Luca’s leg.

Luca moans at that, and grabs Cele’s ass with both hands, resulting in Cele whimpering and kissing him more fiercely. Luca loves how different Cele is from yesterday night, he’s much more confident, if the rutting against his leg and Cele’s hands wrapped around his cock are anything to go by.

Luca drags him into the shower and glues him to the wall, leaving a few hickeys on his neck while Cele still jerks him off.

“Turn around Cele” “You like the view you get?” “I like it a lot”

Cele follows Luca’s orders, and as soon as he does he gets bent, it’s been a while since he fucked like this, and he really really hopes his legs are going to support him, because he doesn’t want them to give up mid sex. He steadies himself with both his hands against the tiles, looking behind him and giving Luca the go.

He knows he’s already stretched from yesterday, but Luca still wants to be sure. So he starts the shower. It's warm, which could be uncomfortable since it's like 30 degrees, but actually feels perfect.

“It’s fine if I don’t use lube?” “Yes, you did enough work yesterday I don’t need it” “Water is enough then?” “Luca just fuck me”

And honestly, who’s Luca to deny such a nice request? He just pushes two fingers in to make sure Cele is actually ready, and when they slip in with no problem he adds a third just to be certain, and then quickly switches them with his cock, pushing all the way in and making Cele moan that sweet sound he made yesterday.

Cele’s hands grip at the shower tiles, as Luca sets a rude pace from the start, his hands holding Cele’s hips tightly, he’ll probably leave bruises, which is good, because he really wants Cele to look at himself and just remember what they did.

Luca’s brain is running solely on one thought, destroying Cele. He wants Cele begging and moaning and whimpering like crazy, he wants Cele’s legs to shake so much he can’t walk, he wants Cele crying from how good he gets fucked.

On the moaning and whimpering part he’s got no problems, he can hear him, he can see Cele gripping at the tiles to stay still, the blush creeping on his cheeks and a bit on his back. After a while he decides to drive Cele crazy, and starts hitting his prostate at every thrust, making Cele moan his name out loud, so loud he’s sure if he had neighbours they’d be complaining about the noise.

“You sound so good Cele you know?”

Cele doesn’t answer, he can’t, he’s just moaning, he feels Luca’s hands on his hips, they are so fucking big, and he’s sure they could leave handprints if Luca just pressed a bit more on his flesh. God he wants them to leave marks, it would be hot. To be marked by Luca, branded basically.

Cele knows he’s not going to last at this pace, it feels so good, and hearing Luca moan behind him it’s just something that speeds up the process. Luca is just on a roll, he keeps going, he doesn’t take one second to stop or give Cele a break, he’s awfully close too at this point, he usually lasts more, but he already spent much adrenaline on his run so it’s not a complete surprise he can't hold on for much longer.

Luca moves one hand to wrap it around Cele’s dick, and he starts to stroke, at first slowly, too slowly, just to tease, then gradually faster, matching his thrusts, making Cele moan even louder. Cele who can feel his legs shaking, they’re weak, if he doesn’t cum in the next twenty seconds his knees are going to give up and make him fall, and he really doesn’t want that to happen.

So he begs. He starts begging Luca to please make him come, and Luca is more than happy to oblige, giving the final strokes to Cele’s dick and bending down to bite at his shoulder, and this is the breaking point for Cele, who finally gets his release. Luca is soon following, coming inside Cele and feeling the younger tighten around his dick, making him moan.

“Fuck Luca that was good” “Hope so, I didn’t have much stamina” “I don't want to imagine how much you can last if you have it” “You’ll see it”

Cele goes red, and lets Luca wash him, and his hair, he feels Luca’s fingers massaging his scalp lightly, they stay under the shower for much longer than needed, Luca taking his time to wash himself and his hair, putting products Cele knew costed as much as five of the ones he uses. They smell good, and light, something like vanilla.

They both get dressed and go in the kitchen to eat something, Luca toasts three bread slices each, and lets Cele decide how to dress them, and gets to see Cele’s absolutely broken face when he gets told there’s no Nutella.

“How can you live without it?” “I just don’t like it” “You’re crazy, it’s like - it’s Nutella you can’t not like it!” “I promise you I'll buy some for next time you’re here” “Which would be when?” “Whenever you want bimbo, it can be tonight, tomorrow, in a week, when you want” “Yeah no definitely not tonight I would like to be able to walk tomorrow”

Luca smiles and finishes eating his breakfast, then tells Cele he can drive him to work, but Cele groans. He really doesn’t want to go, but it’s not like there’s discussion space here, Paso will kill him if he doesn’t go, and plus, he wants to see how Bez holds the presence of Pecco in the office. Oh. Right. Pecco.

“Uhm Luca?” “Yeah?” “Do you, by any means, know Pecco Bagnaia?” “Yeah of course he’s my best friend”

Cele’s mouth falls open, and his eyes shine for a second. Luca, the man he’s sleeping with and that’s paying him to do so, that Luca, is friends, close friends, with his favourite ever Motogp rider. It’s not something he openly says, but to him, Pecco can be even greater than Vale. Added to the performance on the bike Cele is also a bit biased given Pecco’s origins, they were born not even 50 kilometers one from the other, despite in different years.

“He - Pecco was at the shop yesterday, said he needed help and you gave him Paso’s card and he asked for me”“Yeah I told him to look for you if he needed help” “Luca, listen very carefully. I was about to faint when I saw him. Next time you send Jesus Christ to the shop I work at and he knows my name can you tell me?” “Yes sorry, should've warned you, what problems has he got anyway?” “Oh. I wouldn’t know, I couldn’t take him, Bez got him” “Ha. That’s a move from the universe I’m sure” “Why?” “Nothing nothing, come on get your shoes I’m driving you there”

Cele puts on his shoes and almost trips when going out the door, in the elevator Luca takes his chin in between his fingers and bends down to kiss him, smiling in the meantime and making Cele giggle.

The elevator doors open and Cele sees a guy making eye contact with him. He’s short, as in really short, he must not even reach 165, and he’s pretty sure he’s not to the guy’s liking.

“I’m coming to work after lunch, I have things to do from home” “Ok that’s fine Andre and uh, he’s Cele, told you about him” “Oh yeah, how old are you again?” “I’m 21” “Mh. You seem younger. Well, enjoy the rides and money, bye”

Cele seems startled by the interaction, and Luca could’ve argued with Mig if he had the time or if he didn’t know perfectly that Mig was still going through a tough time. He also knows Cele didn't like his brief exchange of words and formalities, so he’s quick in walking up to the panigale and grab two helmets.

Cele absentmindedly takes one, which has got a small orange “10” he doesn’t notice engraved on the back, apart from that, the helmet is completely black, carbon fiber, so light.

“Why was that dude acting so weird? And does he know about the contract? Who is he?” “That Cele, is my assistant, Mig, or Andre if he ever lets you call him by his name. He makes sure I don’t end up in shit while helping others come out of their shit, and yeah, he knows” “Oh ok fine makes sense, but he sounded strange, like he didn’t like seeing me” “He’s just tired, probably worked till late”

Cele nods, but he’s not fully convinced of what Luca said.

He climbs on the Panigale and hugs Luca from behind,he can feel Luca’s abs underneath the shirt, but holds back from touching them excessively.

The ride to Cele’s work is short as always, and once he gets there he immediately climbs down and takes off his helmet, waiting for Luca to do the same.

Every time they kiss Cele feels perfect,

exactly as he feels right now, when Luca takes off the helmet and presses their lips together.

When Luca’s about to go away again he hears a much too familiar voice calling his name.

He really doesn’t want to make a scene here, so he plays nice to Pecco in front of everyone.

“Lu please let’s talk for a moment” “Here? Of all places?” “Please” “Fine”

Pecco lets out a breath, while Cele watches the two interact with jealousy, he’s not sure if it’s towards Pecco for being so close to Luca or Luca for touching and being barely one inch from his idol.

Bez is looking at the pair as if he’s studying them, especially Luca, examining him like a bug in an experiment class.

“I swear I’m never falling for it again Lu, it was just a stupid one night stand” “Just- why him?” “Because he was there, and it was all so charged, and I really needed to fuck” “So you fucked that man” “Technically-“ “I don’t care who stuck it into who Pecco, I only care it doesn’t happen again because it’s a really stupid thing to do, and he would just end up using you” “My crush on him died when I turned 20 Lu” “I didn’t want to insult you but damn you didn’t make it easy Pecchino” “I don’t wanna lose our friendship for a one night stand Lu” “Neither do I idiot I was just angry”

They hug, and smile, and Cele swears he sees something in Pecco’s eyes which shouldn’t be there if they’re just friends.

Bez meanwhile is stumbling to get to him, tripping on a few things on his way over.

He’s holding his phone in hand, an old motogp video playing in it, a small kid calling out Vale’s name.

Cele looks at him questioning and Bez just shows him the video, but Cele still doesn’t get what the hell he’s doing.

“Don’t you see it?” “See what?” “This! This kid! Doesn’t he look like someone?” “…No?” “Oh my - are you stupid?” “Call yourself that asshole”

Bez shows him the video again, still, Cele doesn’t get what the fuck Bez is trying to make him see.

There’s a small blonde kid, maybe around 5, calling out for Vale. That’s all, and it’s also poor quality since it must be around 2001.

“Look. At. Him.” “I am! Can you tell me what I should see?” “Maybe your sugar daddy?” “…you’re mistaking him for someone else” “Don’t you remember I told you about that- that interview Vale did where he talked about family, his half brother, and how they’re not close anymore?” “You’re saying Luca is Vale’s brother?” “Well I mean it makes sense”

Cele tries to look for some confirmation, to see if his hair or eyes are the same as that small kid that's been saying Vale’s name on loop for three minutes now.

They’re surely both blonde, and blue eyed, yeah, but there’s hundreds of kids like that.

Maybe he should ask.

After all, he’s best friends with Pecco no? 

How did they meet? Why does Pecco look at him like that? Were they involved romantically? What if they’re fucking?

He’s sidetracking again. 

He has to directly ask Luca if he’s Vale’s brother.

Once Luca leaves though it’s late, and he doesn’t want to go over at Bez’s workstation and interrupt the obvious flirting that’s been going on between him and Pecco to ask his idol if Luca is his mentor’s brother.

Bez is pretty much shameless now, he wore what’s basically a compression shirt, which Cele wasn’t even aware existed in Bez’s wardrobe, and a pair of baggy pants which although being large cling a bit too much on the back, and basically make sure anyone can see the shape of Bez’s ass, which is honestly very good, Cele thought more than once it looked like a peach.

Pecco is not immune as well, he’s constantly shifting his eyes from Bez’s pecs and arms to his ass, and Bez only pretends not to notice, turning around just in time to see Pecco looking away and blushing a bit.

God he can’t believe he’s got the man he’s been thirsting for ages in the shop he works at and that he’s somehow managing to make that man blush.

Now he’s remembering something, Sunday night, after coming back home from his parents’ he went to a bar, he wanted to forget the shit they said.

He got lucky enough to find a guy who sucked him off in the bathroom, the music was loud, so so loud, and the guy didn’t hear when Bez moaned “Pecco” as he came, and God would Bez want to really have Pecco like that.

•••

By four in the afternoon Bez and Pecco look like they’ve been friends their whole life, laughing and joking around, Bez explaining the meaning of his tattoos, and flexing from time to time, Pecco clearly aroused by that.

And Bez is getting tired of waiting, because when will it ever happen again?

When will he have a chance to shoot his shot and ask Pecco Bagnaia out?

“Pecco?” “Yeah?” “Correct me if I’m wrong eh, but you’ve been staring a lot lately and since you seem much too polite or embarrassed to ask, can I ask you out tonight?”

Pecco goes as red as his bike, the tips of his ears are crimson and he’s now sweating as well.

God he’s never been good at flirting or anything but not even ever this bad.

“I - uhm you mean like out out? Like a date?” “Yes. But don’t expect any fancy shit from me, I’ve got just the money to live and have a dinner out once every month, and it’s pizza usually. That’s of course, if you want to go out with me” “Of course I want to, I wanted to ask but I wasn’t sure you wanted and I thought you were just polite and I was misreading this and -“ “Ok calm down now tho, we can drive from here, your bike will be ready by 7, what do you think? It’s just ten minutes away, and the owners are friends of mine, they’ll give me a discount”

Pecco nods, because he can’t trust his voice not to tremble if he speaks, which is fucking pathetic, he’s 27, not 15 asking out his crush, but guess twelve years didn’t change him that much.

He’s still embarrassed when he has to flirt with someone at the bar, and he also has to be extremely careful when he does, the news of him being gay would spread like wildfire and cause serious damage to his public figure. He thinks it’s bullshit, because how would the fact he likes men influence his capability of riding a bike? He’s been the champion for three times now, and he’s always been gay, he’s known since he was 14 and looking only at Luca and not the girls asking him if he was single.

And now, he’s as shy and blushy as he was back then, only now he’s much older and the guy asking him out is much different. Bez looks like the sun threw up and from it grew this sort of light source around which many little planets orbitate.

They keep chatting and from across the shop Franky is watching them, smiling a bit at how cute they look together. Him and Paso, they were a different thing, especially back then when they first met. It wasn’t a nice situation at all, and for a long time Paso was his only family, the only person he could trust.

Just a month after he turned 18, his father had committed suicide. He was the one to find him, and plead and pray to a deaf God to please let him come back. They had been living in Bologna for a little over a year, they moved there for his father’s job, and at first it was good, even if his classmates often picked on him for being different. They called him names, both for the color of his skin and because he never hid the fact he was gay, and it was a shit year.

But the real problem came when, after his father’s death, he was kicked out by the tenant and ended up on the streets. He slept in a park for a week, cold and freezing, had to eat at the soup kitchen, could barely gain pity from a man running a gym to let him take a shower twice a week.

Obviously, the bullying didn’t stop, it increased and found new cruel ways to hurt him. He got told he smelled, that he belonged on the streets and should go back there, he got told since his mother is brazilian she sure was an escort his father knocked up. But the one thing they kept saying the most was that his father had killed himself because he was embarrassed of his son being gay.

He got blamed so much for his father’s death that from time to time he believed it, he believed he was the reason his father wasn’t there anymore. And his mother had become an addict, got admitted in rehab, and she had consumed so many drugs she barely recognised Franky anymore, and when she did, she barely spoke to him.

Obviously, he had to find a way to survive, somewhere to stay and sleep, somewhere to eat. And the only thing he could do was look for it on the streets, talking to other homeless people, and most importantly, dealers.

They offered him two options, either deal or “take care” of other dealers who invaded the territory or acted a bit too bossy. He chose the second one, he didn’t want to directly touch that stuff, and beating up people to get them in line was the closest thing to an outlet he could have.

He got praised a lot, because he made the message always loud and clear when he beat up the others. But money was still a huge problem. And he didn’t stop going to school, because the one thing his father always asked him was to study, and be independent. The bullies kept doing their shit, and the more they did the more violent Franky became once he got assigned a target. 

Living the life he was living was absolute and total shit. Increase in money and what he called a salary came with a price, one that would scar him for a while, a long while. He was 18, just a kid, but it’s not like dealers ever cared about that, they hired kids as young as 10 to deal, and drugs weren’t the only things they dealt. People, sex, everything one could give they gave.

And turns out his boss had a huge preference for guys who just turned legal, a proper fucking fetish one could call it. Franco checked all the boxes, and the boss paid well for those hours they spent together. Sometimes it was a fuck, sometimes just a blowie or a handjob. Sometimes he wasn’t alone, but together with two or three other men, either clients or friends, and Franco was just expected to be at their service however they wanted him to be.

That just built up more and more anger, more instability, more need to let it out. So it was no surprise when he beat someone up basically until death, he never knew if that guy ended up living or not, and in that moment he didn’t care, he just needed to get it out.

The day his target turned out to be the one guy who kept bullying him, he knew that that day he could end up actually killing someone. He wanted to hurt that fucker as much as he could, make him understand how much he hurt everyday, make sure he would never pick up on him again.

That’s how he ended up in that dark alley, no one in sight, he couldn’t hear anything beside the thump of his fists against the guy’s face, his bones cracking and the only thing he could see was that guy’s blood on his knuckles.

He wasn’t untouched, he had bruises all over his body and a busted lip, his eyebrow was split and as long as he knew he could’ve had a broken something, but he didn’t feel it.

He remembers hearing the sound of a door opening, and someone running up to him and dragging him away from the guy he was beating, who was rolling on the floor and getting up as Franco was taken away.

“You come here one more time and I’ll make sure you end up in prison for fucking life, you get it? You don't deal near my shop fucker”

The guy ran away, Franco was seeing red, he was trying to get free from the hold this man had on him but to absolutely no avail. The man was far stronger than him, and Franco was still just a kid.

“Oi calm the fuck down ok? He’s gone” “No no no let me go I have to finish him” “No kid, come inside you’re full of blood, come in”

That’s how he met Paso, randomly, because he beat up a guy outside his shop, because Paso understood he did that for some personal reason. Paso had made him take a shower, and change clothes into something which wasn’t stained and stinky as hell. After one hour Franco looked his age again, but the rage was still palpable in his body.

“Why did you stop me? Why do you care?” “How old are you? 17? 18?” “Why would I tell you?” “So that I know if I have to report a missing kid or a missing adult” “You are not reporting anything you get it? You make a call I’m going to kill you” “Why did you run away from home, kid? Your mom’s dealing? Or your father hits you? Why would you do that?” “The fuck you care asking that?”

Paso had let out a breath, this kid really didn’t want help eh? Well too bad, he wouldn’t let a teenager die in a street fight for some pills, especially not if he can see that kid is just scared and trying to understand where he belongs in this fucked up world.

“I just like to help, and also, I’m Mattia, but you can call me Paso” “How did you get that from Mattia?” “My last name”

Paso had pointed at the sign hanging over his head, “Garage Pasini” in bold red letters written on it, Franco got it then. He didn’t want to say anything, but this guy acted more caring towards him in three hours than his own mother and what he called friends did for months.

“Franco” “Are you hungry? I got leftover pizza” “If you offer” “Please”

Franco and Paso talked for a while that night, and for many nights to follow, Paso let Franco sleep there, in the changing room, and Franco worked at the shop, slowly Franco came to trust him completely, Paso convinced him to go to the police and expose the dealers, and even if they did get some death threats it ended up being fine.

When the first salary came, Franky was ecstatic, he had clean money, after too much time spent earning them just to see them get stained by blood.

Paso gave him money in cash, easier to do since Franco didn’t have a bank account, and his address was Paso’s house, who offered to take him in not to leave him every night in the shop.

Then, while Paso was handing him the money, he froze mid air.

“Actually, if you want a little extra I can put a nice 100 more here, I just need a favour”

Franco had gone pale, his heartbeat slowing down, his body felt numb. No. No Paso was gentle and kind and nice and he wouldn’t ask for that right? Because Paso is not like them, he isn’t, he can’t be, Franco couldn’t have traded one Hell for another.

Paso kept looking at him, and Franco just couldn’t refuse that extra money, so he got up from his chair and locked the door. He tied his hair so they wouldn’t get in the way and almost got on his knees, and that’s when Paso realized.

“Franco no no what the fuck no get up” “What?” “No I - sorry fuck I didn’t know they made you do that no no I am not asking you something like that, I just needed you to go to Rimini and it’s just a long way so I was gonna pay you extra, oh God no I don’t want you to do this shit”

Franco had cried, begged for forgiveness, he was so sure he was supposed to do that, and Paso kept reassuring him, there was absolutely no way in Hell he would demand Franco to give himself like that for money.

“It’s ok, calm down, I’m not going to do anything like that, ever, you get it?” “I’m sorry” “You have nothing to be sorry about, absolutely nothing, here, take the hundred, you don’t have to do anything extra, I’ll do it myself, you can stay here in the office if it makes you calm down” “I - can I please go home I need to be alone” “Go, don’t worry, cook yourself something, or order pizza, I’ll be home in three hours and we can watch the match alright?”

Franco had nodded, and like that, he and Paso had grown progressively closer, closer and closer, until, one night a few months later, Franco had come home drunk after a night out with his colleagues.

“Franco it’s five in the morning, wasn’t it supposed to be a chill night?” “Tomorrow is CHRISTMAS who cares about chill Pasoooo” “You’re drunk” “No shit Sherlock”

Franco had hugged him, nestled his head against Paso’s neck, humming against it. Paso needed to distance him. Now. Franco had just turned nineteen, definitely not age appropriate for him, and even if he wanted to kiss him he knew that it would be wrong.

“You are…so stupidly beautiful Matti” “Franco go get a shower” “Please let me kiss you. Just once, please, I’ve been wanting to do it since I started living here, please. I love you Matti” “You’re drunk” “And you’re hard”

Shit fuck. Franco had noticed, and had started to palm him through his boxers, he slept only in those.

“I can give you head you know? Or you can fuck me, whatever you want” “Franco I can’t you’re drunk and a kid” “If you don’t fuck me I’ll have some random do it, do you want me to go out there again?” Paso had kissed him, tongue and teeth and saliva and stupid arousal, then Franco had fainted.

The day after they spoke, Franco wanted to die. Paso tried to reassure him, and they ended up kissing again. And again and again and again, then they fucked, and it was amazing.

From then on, life meant them. Paso and Franco, Franco and Paso. For years. Then came Bez at work, and Franco made his first actual friend in forever, Cele followed soon after.

And now, he’s watching Bez flirt with Pecco Bagnaia and Cele get a sugar daddy, while he stayed by Paso’s side the whole time.

“Franco?” “Mh” “Tonight we’re going out, dress up, I want to see you in that suit” “You just like how my ass looks in that” “Maybe”

•••

When seven comes around, Bez is finished with Pecco’s bike, and if he didn’t bring the Ducati there himself, he wouldn’t have noticed anything different with how it was before. Until he turns it on. It roars in a way that’s most definitely not usual.

“Yeaaaah I might have increased a bit the power” “A bit?” “Sorry I can depower it if you like it better” “No no, just. I hope no one stops me with this and decides to do a full checkup” “Even if they did, they’d let you go, do you know who you are?

Pecco blushes a bit and chuckles, Bez is right, even if he got stopped at a block they’d let him go, that’s the good thing about being him he guesses.

Paso obviously categorically refused to let Bez go before eight, so the last hour of his shift he spends it checking random things, making sure his Pecco poster is actually gone and looking over at Cele who seems a bit off.

“I’ll go check Cele, he doesn’t act like that normally” “Oh uhm ok, I’ll just stay here then” “You can look around, no one’s gonna bite you” “I really don’t like interacting with people, I don’t even know how I had the balls to accept your…invite” “That’s cause I’m irresistible”

Pecco laughs again. With Bez it feels natural to be this…chill. It feels right letting his guard down, he doesn’t know why, it just feels right, good even. The only other person he’s so calm interacting with is Luca, which is good, because it means Bez is a good person, he doesn’t trust bad people usually.

Bez makes it across the sea of wrenches and keels to Cele’s workstation, and the boy looks seriously not fine.

“Celin? What happened? Everything ok at home?” “What? Yes yes why?” “You look sad” “I was thinking about that thing you said earlier, Luca being Vale’s half-brother” “And?” “He knows I love MotoGP, that I want to work there, that Vale is my idol, that - why wouldn’t he at least mention it?” “Maybe he just thought telling you later would be better?” “I spoke two. hours. about Vale and his records. Two hours. He knows how much that man means to my dream”

Bez lets out a breath, patting Cele’s head and telling him he shouldn’t let this jeopardise anything, maybe he wanted to tell but never found the moment, or he didn’t want to seem a showoff.

But Cele still doesn’t look fine, not totally at least. Bez knows he can’t do much when Cele’s like that, so he just returns to his station, 8 is ten minutes away, this means his date with - God it feels impossible - with Pecco is going to start in ten minutes.

He manages to sneak into the changing room unnoticed by Paso and switch to normal clothes, he’s got a plain white shirt with some writing on the back and a pair of jorts, not elegant by any means, probably really inappropriate for a date with a MotoGP World Champion, but one does what he can.

He gets out the changing room and Pecco has already put on the protective jacket, damn he looks so fucking good like that. “Need a helmet?” “No no I uh got one” “Ok let’s go”

Pecco turns around and watches Bez blushing as he grabs the helmet. It’s a normal one with some stickers, he recognises those. There’s his “Nuvola Rossa”, one that reads “GoFree” and more than a few with his “1”, all stuck to the helmet, and Bez tries to avoid eye contact not to blush even more.

“Nice stickers” “They told me they’re about some guy” “Oh really?” “Yeah, really pretty guy with an insane bicep and set of abs” “He sounds amazing” “He is”

Once they arrive at the Pizzeria, Bez gets off the bike and removes his helmet, while Pecco stares intently. Those hair are so beautiful they’re really so pretty he wouldn’t believe they were real if he hadn’t looked at them for two days straight.

“Do you intend on staying here or do you want to eat?” “Ah yeah sorry”

Pecco turns off the bike engine and brings his helmet along, still staring a bit at Bez’s one, and at the mass of curls that bounce lightly when Bez walks.

Would they bounce like that if he rode my dick?

He has to snap out of it, he can’t get hard before the date even starts, at a restaurant, where people know Bez. When they get in, there’s no one, did Bez book it whole? The two guys working there seem to be all but cooks. One is busy rolling a joint and the other is trying to steal some food without the first one noticing.

“Edo fucks sake! I told you I’d bring a date and you - put that away!” “Oh shut up man it’s never a bother for your dates” “This one is diff- put. that. away” “Marco” “What Ale” “That’s uhm the guy with you, have I been intoxicated by Edo or?” “No you’re seeing right, he’s Pecco”

Pecco isn’t very comfortable, having this complete stranger talk to Bez about him right in front of him, he wanted to avoid this at all costs, having people recognise him and ask for pictures or shit like that, especially if it means there’s time taken away from their date.

“Can I?” “No Ale maybe next time, please, just bring us the menus”

The guy goes in the back, and immediately brings them their menus, walking back behind the counter staring at them from time to time.

“Sorry about uhm, them” “No no it’s ok” “Really, I begged Edo not to roll tonight when you were here” “It’s fine Bez, really”

Bez looks at him, smiling a bit, then the guy named Edo comes over to their table, asking Pecco what pizza he’d like, Pecco going for a plain Margherita, and walks away, not considering Bez in the slightest.

“He already knows my order, don’t worry. Ah also, you’re fine with beer, yes?” “Uh yeah sure” “Perfect, they don’t have wine anyway”

Pecco pulls a bit of a face, and Bez notices, but doesn’t comment on it. He knows Pecco is used to much finer places and service, but he also hopes he can be good enough to make up for the lack of fanciness of the restaurant.

Their Pizzas arrive not too long after they order and the beers come along with them, Bez got a red one and Pecco a blonde.

“Uhm listen if you don’t like it here or - you know they piss you off we can go somewhere else, there’s a nicer Pizzeria not too far from here, and you can get wine if you’d like and also it’d suit you better for sure” “Bez, here is fine, really, you could’ve brought me to a street food truck and it would’ve been ok. I care about spending time with you outside that hellhole” “I just want to do something nice for you” “This is nice. Trust me, and the food is really good, that’s all that matters”

Bez smiles, and Pecco smiles back, because with Bez is that easy, he’s contagious, once he’s near you, you just can’t help but feel better, it’s like he produces happiness and reassurance. Pecco just hopes he doesn’t forget to produce enough for himself as well.

They keep eating, Bez is clearly very hungry, and they don’t talk too much, mostly because Bez is scared he’ll push too much on the MotoGP side of Pecco’s life. When they get out Bez asks him to walk a bit, he needs air to calm down and try to build a conversation with him, one that isn’t just him clearly flirting shamelessly .

“Sooo except for being exceptionally good at your job, how are you in your daily life?” “I really like to spend time with Turbo, oh and cooking, I love to cook, Luca teached me some basics and from then I just started to cook everything” “Nothing else? What movies do you like? Or what’s your favourite song?” “I like action movies, but the ones with romance like Star Wars, and I’d say my favourite song is one from AC/DC, don’t force me to choose tho, I love all of them” “Sorry I’m asking questions like I’m an interviewer” “It’s fine Bez, do you want gelato?”

Bez lights up like a kid, Pecco swears his eyes sparkled for real, like a little star just shone in Bez’s eyes when he mentioned getting gelato. He knows he shouldn’t eat it, especially after he already ate pizza, but one cheat day won’t ruin him, and Bez looks so enthusiastic at the idea of eating it he can’t really say no.

They sit on a bench and chat a bit, Bez talks about his sisters, but doesn’t focus on other members of the family, probably they’re not as close or something happened between them. Pecco mentions the Ranch, Vale, the Academy, and Bez listens to everything, enchanted, like a sailor hearing the singing of a siren.

When Bez calls him beautiful, Pecco goes as red as he possibly can, and returns the compliment, making Bez smile again. However, Pecco intends on hearing that laugh, the one that makes Bez tip his head back and shows that little diastema he’s got.

So he tells him about one night when he was 17, when he wanted to seem cool and shit, and he and Martin chose to steal some bikes and go around the paddock, ending up crashing into an Hospitality in the paddock. But not just against it, inside it. They just drove right in and fell on the buffet, both tried to run away but got caught and were scolded while completely covered in food dripping from their hair and faces.

Bez starts laughing and Pecco just keeps looking at him, because God he’s so pretty and perfect and Pecco just wants to hear him laugh everyday. How can he be so taken by a guy he barely knows? Who cares, if this guy makes him feel like this, then maybe he found “the one” you spend your whole life thinking about. Yeah, Pecco is fairly sure Bez is his “one”

They get up from the bench and start walking towards the bike, and Pecco pretty quickly realises they’re holding hands. He didn’t notice immediately, cause it felt so natural being close to Bez he didn’t notice their hands.

“Franci”

Pecco turns around with a questioning look as Bez keeps holding his hands and looking at him.

“Franci?” “Everyone calls you Pecco, I want to call you a different way” “Fair”

As time slows down, Bez walks closer, pulls Pecco in by his hand and presses his lips against Pecco’s, a very chaste and still kiss at first, then Pecco kisses back, and in a matter of seconds they are making out, Pecco’s hands wandering under Bez’s shirt and Bez moving his to tangle in Pecco’s hair and keep him close. When he does it, Pecco whimpers, and Bez smiles in the kiss, while Pecco tries to get his breath back, failing after making out for two minutes straight.

“Fuck” “Was it nice?” “Yeah a lot, you kiss very well” “Been told I’m too demanding” “I like that”

Bez smirks and pulls Pecco back into another kiss, this time he bites his lip and moans softly in Pecco’s mouth when they press closer. They break away and smile, blushing deeply when meeting each other’s eyes.

“Bez do you - would you want to see one of my trophies?” “Of course! When?” “Tonight, if you want” “But…don’t you live in Pesaro?” “Yeah but I still have my suitcase packed from Mugello, I really didn’t have the time to take anything out of it, I can show you the trophy”

Bez isn’t crazy, yes he’s an idiot, a moron and some other things but he isn’t crazy.

“Let’s go then no?”

Pecco gets on the bike, securing the helmet and waiting for Bez to do the same, once Bez is set Pecco tries to do the first move, but Bez is much quicker and has already wrapped his arms around Pecco’s torso, squeezing a bit.

The ride to Pecco’s Hotel is not long, something like 15 minutes during which Bez constantly tries to tease him, play with his hair at red lights.

Once they get there, Bez barely kisses him before staring at Pecco who scrambles to find the hotel keycard. Once found, he’s quick in inserting the code to open the sliding doors at the entrance of the Hotel, then they both run up the stairs pretty quickly and then Pecco opens the door, and Bez barges in, looking around, studying the clothes Pecco left behind.

Pecco excuses himself for the mess and Bez doesn’t even pay attention to his words, too focused on realising he’s in his Hotel Room, and that this invite is most definitely not one to “see the trophy” and then go.

Pecco opens the suitcase and takes the trophy out, not bothering to check what else is in there, passing it to Bez who takes it with shaky hands.

He admires the trophy for a while, while Pecco admires him, his hands, his face and smile.

Bez then walks to the suitcase to put it back in and notices something, and Pecco notices it too, going red like the polo he’s wearing and starts uttering nonsense.

“Enjoyed yourself?” “No that’s uhm not mine for sure” “You said you haven’t unpacked since Mugello, you brought it along?” “Oh my - yes I did but it doesn’t matter” “Missed the real thing?”

Pecco is flustered again, looking anywhere but Bez, trying to avoid eye contact to preserve some dignity. But Bez is resolute tonight, and after putting the trophy back where it was and smiling at the dildo Pecco brought, he sticks two fingers past his jeans hem, pulling him in and starting kissing his neck slowly.

“Bez” “Call me Marco please”

Bez is pushed towards the bed, where he switches their positions and lays Pecco down on the mattress.

Both their clothes come off pretty quickly, no one bothers to check where they end up, most of them thrown on the floor, some probably even landed in the still open suitcase.

Once they’re just in boxers Bez starts teasing, leaving small kisses on Pecco’s neck, licking and biting at his throat lightly, just enough to leave a faint mark. Pecco whimpers underneath him, tensing a bit, biting his lip and trying to keep quiet at least a bit not to show how turned on he really is.

But Bez starts grinding on him, and good god does Pecco want him inside right now, because he’s fantasised about this for the last two days, and he can’t wait to actually feel it.

Pecco tries to take off his boxers but Bez starts kissing at his chest, both hands on either side of Pecco’s head, caging him there, while all Pecco can see is a mess of curls making its way towards his dick. He whines, and when he’s sure Bez is going to free his dick from containment the guy just moves back up, starting to make out with him again, taking away his breath and pressing him more against the bed.

Meanwhile, Bez moves one hand from beside Pecco’s head and sneaks it past the hem of Pecco’s boxers, starting to touch him lightly, just to tease and see how much Pecco wants it.

“Franci”

Pecco opens his eyes, running them over all of Bez’s body, trying to get a peek of his bulge.

“Can I top Franci? I really really want to fuck you” “Yes yes yes”

Bez starts stroking Pecco’s dick, slow, feels like torture, it probably is, the way it’s so much and not enough at the same time, Pecco knows he’s covered in precum, he felt it when his dick was pressed against the boxers and he felt the wet spot bothering him.

“Lube” “First draw -ah- first drawer”

Bez breaks away to get it and Pecco uses the moment to his advantage, stripping off his underwear and propping himself up on his elbows, watching Bez’s back and shoulder blades. Fuck he’s so beautiful. Pecco wants to scratch his back, leave marks, bites, dig his nails there, anything to show he’s been there, holding by his back as he got railed mercilessly.

Bez turns back around and gets on the bed, lets the lube bottle fall on the bed and spreads Pecco’s legs, looking how his dick keeps spurting out precum form time to time, and how he’s sweaty as he is after a race, God Bez only dreamt to fuck Pecco in this blissful state.

He squirts some lube on his fingers, coating them with it, then slowly pushing a finger in, meeting basically no resistance. Interesting. “You got action yesterday Franci?” “I no no, I didn’t” “Ah, you had fun with your little toy then?”

Bez laughs a bit, then looks over at the suitcase, pulling his finger out and walking over there, taking the dildo in hand and studying it, Pecco is blushing and has covered his face with both hands, legs still spread, his dick hard and red.

Bez gets closer, smirking, softly calling out for Pecco, asking him to take his hands off his face, to look at him. Because oh God does he want to see how he melts under him .

“What do you say? I’ll open you up with this and then fuck you isn’t that a good idea?” “Just please do something” “Pretty”

Bez pushes two fingers in this time, but once again, it’s almost no resistance, Pecco must’ve used the toy in the morning for sure, just before coming to his workplace, fuck, he was there, open and loose while Bez was repairing his bike clueless. He deems Pecco ready to take it, he’ll pull out if he gets told anything, obviously.

As soon as he pushes the dildo in, Pecco whines, clenching around the toy, Bez knows the stretch must be uncomfortable, but Pecco doesn’t budge, and unless he hears the word stop he isn’t going to back up.

He starts moving it, slowly, in and out, watching as Pecco moans and keeps the eye contact constant, Bez is going crazy and Pecco knows that. The stretch feels like that unbearable sensation between painful and pleasing, Pecco wants it to hurt at least a little bit, that bit that makes sure he can enjoy the pleasure more, no guilt for feeling good if he feels the pain beforehand.

But the thing is he desperately needs Bez to rail him, because yes, he fucked with Luca, but he hadn’t been actually attracted to someone he ends up in bed with in months, it’s like getting drunk again after a long while not touching alcohol, it’s someting that rewires your brain and gets you high for need.

“Fuck me please Marco” “You sure you’re ready Franci?” “Yesyes I am hurry up, please”

Bez plays with the toy a bit more, pushing it in all the way, keeping it still, then he finally finds his mercy and takes the dildo out, tossing it somewhere on the bed, closing the distance between his and Pecco’s lips, pushing his tongue in, and taking his boxers off, stroking his own dick a few times. He grabs the condom he grabbed earlier alongside the lube and rolls it down his dick, coating it with a thin layer of lube again, stroking it lightly and then he finally pushes inside.

Pecco feels amazing, he’s hot and wet and tight and it makes Bez go absolutely insane.

They both need each other in ways words alone surely can’t explain right now, Bez needs him like he needs to eat, and Pecco needs Bez like he needs to breathe.

Bez sorta eats him, with the way he sinks his teeth in the flesh of Pecco’s shoulder as he starts moving, the unmistakable trace of a bite standing there proud, daring. Maybe this is just a dream and he’ll wake up finding out nothing ever actually happened, that he just had a three day long wet dream about his idol.

That, or he’ll wake up tomorrow morning knowing he marked the skin of the man he’s been obsessed with for three years now, and he fucked him, he wants to wake up and know he ruined Pecco, that every other guy he manages to get with, Pecco will always compare them to Bez, and obviously Bez would always be better.

Pecco wraps his legs around Bez’s waist, forcing him to be closer, glued to him basically, and his arms are no better, pulling him in, caging Bez between his chest and arms, scratching and biting only adding to the fun, Bez moaning like a slut every time his neck is teased, Pecco doing the same at each thrust Bez makes.

They keep moaning and panting in each others’ mouths, Pecco trying to maintain eye contact while Bez increases his pace, fucking faster and deeper, they sound obscene together, the squelch from the lube and the slap of skin-skin contact together with their moans and whimpers create an atmosphere worth a porno.

Bez gets one hand in Pecco's hair and pulls lightly, just to move his head slightly and be able to kiss him at the junction of his neck and jaw. He doesn’t expect Pecco to let out a sound like that and clench around his dick that much, Bez feels like he could cum right that instant, instead he bites down on the spot he aimed for and moans there, letting go of Pecco’s hair and stopping to look at him.

“You like it that much? Or is it me?” “Don’t flatter your -fuck -yourself too much” “Oh so you’ve got a kink for people pulling your hair? Wonder what sounds you’ll make once I fuck you on all fours and I constantly pull your hair to hear you moan”

Pecco goes red and hides his face, Bez starts moving again, panting hard and fucking deep into Pecco, moaning and grunting in his ear as Pecco keeps whimpering and moaning like crazy. Bez is completely insane now, he wants Pecco to crumble under him, to melt and become moldable to Bez’s will, and Pecco would do that if he only wasn’t something like five seconds away from his orgasm.

“Fuck, Pecco you’re amazing can’t I believe this, that I get to fuck you, ah please please let me cum on your abs please” “Whatever you want, just don’t stop”

Bez keeps going, kissing Pecco again, Pecco kissing back, intertwining their hands to stay closer, Pecco moaning Bez’s name directly in his ear, needing more and wanting to feel Bez as much as he can before it’s over.

They don’t last long, Pecco reaching his orgasm first, aching his back slightly and going liquid under Bez’s touch, clenching around him, Bez who keeps enough sanity to pull out and remove the condom, then jerking himself off and coming in spurts all over his abs, their comes mixing.

“Can’t let you dirty now can I?”

And before Pecco can even understand what was said, Bez starts licking his abs clean, proceeding to make out with Pecco one more time, both can taste each other in the kiss, and they get lost in the pleasure. Pecco is basically falling asleep, barely keeping his eyes open. Bez goes to the bathroom and grabs a washcloth, cleaning Pecco of the last drops, not wanting him to feel sticky, then he fishes around the suitcase for a change of underwear, and manages to put them on Pecco, who’s now asleep.

He decides to sleep naked, not wanting to steal anything from him, and still high on the sensation of having sex with Pecco. A dream come true, something he won’t ever forget. He has to max every opportunity, because he doesn’t know if Pecco will want him again, or if he should even stay, but he’s going to do it because at least he’ll know he didn’t just have sex, but cared for him as well.

Bez falls asleep hugging Pecco, loving how he gets to be the big spoon, holding onto the man as tight as he can, not to ever forget this moment.

•••

When Pecco wakes up to an empty bed he thinks he fucked up. Bez didn’t stay, of course he didn’t, no one stays after, because then what’s the point of these hookups?

As he gets up from the bed he hears the door open.

Fuck what time is it? Has he overslept so much that the cleaning lady is already here?

He puts on a shirt and he’s about to send the lady out when he sees the mass of curls that’s been lying in his head the past days putting two croissants on the table in the entrance of the room trying to be as quiet as possible as he takes off his shoes, then turning around and letting out a yelp.

“I thought you were still sleeping, fuck! You scared me” “I’m sorry I thought you were the cleaning lady” “...Do I look like one?” “No no! I just assumed you were, you know, gone”

There it goes, same as always, Bez finds someone to go out with, ends up sleeping with them, and the next morning they want him gone. It’s pattern, routine, how the Hell you wanna call it, it’s normal. He hoped, foolishly, that things could take a different turn with Pecco, maybe another date, maybe a “let’s eat breakfast together”, or a “stay for lunch, let’s talk”. But clearly it isn’t the case, and tears start building up in his eyes.

“Uhm I can go now then, you can keep the food I’m not really hungry, sorry for overstaying” “Marco no it’s not what I meant I’m stupid and I just woke up, I thought you were gone cause I thought you wanted to leave” “Why would I want to leave” “I don’t know, sorry, can we eat breakfast together?”

Bez smiles lightly, and turns towards the food, handing one bag to Pecco, then switching bags, then taking them both.

“Ok so, this one’s sour cream and this one’s chocolate, which one do you prefer?” “If you don’t want it I’d take the chocolate one” “I like both, just choose Franci”

Pecco goes for the chocolate one in the end, he prefers the taste, and the stuffing doesn’t spill as much when you bite it, as does Bez’s, that ends up mostly on the table, Bez staring at the cream with a surrendered look on his face.

They chat a bit, and Pecco is happy knowing Bez didn’t just run away the moment he fell asleep, or this morning, but that he’s here instead, having breakfast with him, talking like normal people.

Then it’s time for Bez to leave and go to work, Paso is going to yell at him for sure, it’s already 9, he made up some emergency thing with Rubik, but he better go there fast and not give in to the desire of having Pecco again. It’s difficult, mainly when Pecco is looking at him like that and when Pecco initiates a kiss, quickly pushing his tongue past Bez’s lips and gluing him to the wall.

“Mh Franci gotta go” “I’ll be quick, I swear” “Franci I’d love to but I’m late” “I just want to suck you off please”

And well now, honestly, how can someone in his right mind refuse such a nice offer? You can’t, and Bez can’t either, so he lets Pecco get down on his knees and palm him through his jeans, Bez lets out a choked sound and gets his hand in Pecco’s hair, pulling a bit, making Pecco whimper.

Bez is about to apologize when he looks down and sees Pecco taking the zip between his teeth and slowly pulling it down, then pressing his face there, on Bez’s now really hard dick. Pecco mouths at it, but nothing more, he unbuttons the jeans and they fall on the ground, when it’s time for boxers, Pecco once again uses his teeth to pull them down, helping himself with his hands a bit, then happily taking Bez in, not whole, but almost, choking a bit on it.

Bez gasps when it happens, and keeps his hand in Pecco’s hair the whole time, tugging and pulling a bit, as Pecco keeps giving him head, stroking with his hand the portion of dick he can’t swallow yet. Pecco wants to prove himself and Bez is desperate for release being this late to work.

“Franci please, fuck, I’m late please”

Pecco keeps going, taking Bez further down his throat every second more, breathing through his nose and moaning around Bez’s dick, sending vibrations to the younger’s brain, making him shiver.

Bez is conflicted, because on one hand he needs to come fast, wash his face and rush to go to work, on the other hand, he doesn’t want this to end, he needs Pecco’s mouth around his cock for hours, that tongue too, fuck, it’s so good, and he wants more, he really really wants more.

But he has to go, so he gives up, coming down Pecco’s throat and watching as he swallows everything, as Pecco licks his dick clean and rides Bez’s boxers back up his legs, putting them back to their original position, doing the same with the pants, finally getting up from the floor in the end.

“Do you? A hand?” “No no I uhm, I’m ok” “You came while sucking me off?” “Shut up” “Who knew Pecco Bagnaia was so sensitive?” “Shut. up. You were whining about work now go, I have to rethink my morning cause you won’t fuck me” “You can come to my house this evening, I’ll be more than happy to make up for lost time”

Pecco smirks and Bez pulls him in, kissing him slowly and still being needy for him, despite knowing he can’t have him right now.

“I can’t this evening, I’ve got PR meetings with Ducati today and tomorrow morning” “Oh” “Yeah I’ll be at Borgo but we can text, right? I never asked you for your number” “Oh fuck, right, yeah, gimme”

Pecco lets Bez type his phone number in his contact list and save himself as “Marco ;)”, making the older smile.

They part ways kissing once more, both knowing they should talk about this, exchanging numbers, kiss the morning after, be this affectionate. Pecco already feels like this is a relationship while being conscious a relationship might be the last thing Bez wants.

But it feels nice nonetheless, knowing Bez didn’t take this as a one night stand, even if he could still see it as a fuckbuddies situation, it’s still better than just a fuck.

•••

At work, Cele doesn’t feel fine. Bez’s words kept running around his brain the whole day, how Luca could be Vale’s step brother and how he felt betrayed Luca wouldn’t tell him.

Ok maybe Luca and Vale don’t have the best relationship in the world, but fuck, Cele mentioned Vale thousands of times, Luca could’ve at least said it no? And yeah they haven’t known each other that long but Cele is still under a sugarbaby contract, he doubts Luca just goes around proposing them, he did say he chose Cele for a reason so he could have mentioned “oh yeah Vale is my brother but we don’t speak much, thought I’d let you know”

But no. Maybe Bez was hallucinating. Yeah it can be, that kid could be someone else after all, just a blonde kid with blue eyes calling out for Vale. Yeah.

He’ll ask anyway, because he wants to be sure this is all a big mistake and Luca didn’t lie to him.

When Luca arrives, Bez has been there for an hour already, a scent which is definitely not his accompanying him and scratches on his back communicated to Cele everything he had to know about the night before that Bez had passed with Pecco. But Bez always has to talk about that.

“Celin you don’t understand” “Is he big?” “He’s average, but it didn’t matter” “...He’s a bottom?” “Celinnnnnnn he’s the bottom, like…God I need him again” “Not here thanks” “He was amazing, and before coming here he sucked me off this morning, I will never want another blowie if it doesn’t come from him”

Cele stares at him with a half disgusted half “I don’t believe you” face, and Bez immediately gets his friend is not feeling well, because usually he’d be asking a lot more details and joking about it with Bez.

“Man what’s going on?” “Still the same from yesterday” “Celin he’ll tell you if that’s the case trust me! Maybe he wants to trust you a bit more?” “I’m pissed off anyways, I’ll talk to him” “You do you”

Bez walks back to his station, leaving Cele to his own workload, as Paso and Franky act disgusting once more, Franco fully on gluing himself to Paso and kissing him before starting to work on a bike that’s been sitting there for a week already.

Cele tries to focus, he really does, but the thought of Luca blatantly keeping him from something like that…it angers him. And like, rationally he knows he hasn’t known Luca that long to know his family secrets ok? But on the other hand, fuck. He told Luca how much he admires and loves Vale.

So when Luca comes around at 8, he’s ready. He spent two hours making up a speech about how he wants to be trusted and trust, how he wants to know things that are important, and how he needs clarity if Luca wants the contract to go well.

As soon as Luca greets him, his two hours of preparations fumble

“Are you Vale’s brother?”

Luca is frozen in place, completely still, unmoving. Shock is clear in his eyes, and his body language tells Cele everything he has to know.

“What” “Are you Valentino Rossi's brother? Or half brother I don’t know” “Wha- Cele where the fuck did you - what” “Can you just answer?”

Cele is too demanding. He knows that, but he needs to know, like when he was 6 he needed to know why his brother would look at him with anger instead of pride when he managed to take apart and reassemble a small engine faster than him.

Or when he was 4 he needed to know why his brother would look at him so angrily whenever their dad picked him up and played with him.

Now he needs to know this.

“I - can we sit down?” “No” “Cele is a complicated thing” “It’s a yes or no question” “Oh my -yes ok? Fuck! you are…fuck why would you bring this shit up”

Cele feels bad, betrayed and lied to. Which he was.

“So you just lied to me” “No. You never asked, don’t act like you asked or like I owed you any fucking information about my family” “I spoke about Vale for hours, Luca. Fucking hours” “Yeah and I hated it”

Cele frowns, it didn’t seem like it, Luca seemed captivated by Cele’s words and analisys the times he spoke about his now-not-secret-brother. He thought maybe Luca was jealous or annoyed.

“What are you? Jealous?” “No Cele I’m not jealous, I just hate my fucking brother ok? Is it that difficult to imagine?” “When he’s Valentino Rossi? Yes it’s difficult” “You don’t know him, yeah you might have stalked his stats and shit like that, you might know he has those damn dogs, but you don’t know Valentino”

Cele looks at Luca as if he’s an alien, cause he can’t phantom one single reason why someone should hate Vale, unless that someone is like…Gibernau probably. Or Biaggi. Lorenzo as well, and Stoner. Yeah Stoner.

Luca is visibly uncomfortable, but Cele isn’t one to give up, yeah he knows the truth now but he wants an explanation as to why he wasn’t told something this important. Does Luca think he’ll try and use his connections to find richer guys? His brother? Does Luca think he’ll be used to get to Vale somehow? 

The clock hits eight but Cele is nowhere done in this conversation, and Paso looks like he doesn’t want this shit to go down at his shop.

“I wanna talk about it, wait for me outside” “Cele there’s really nothing to talk about” “Oh but there is. Wait there”

Cele goes into the changing room angry, red as fuck and on the verge of throwing something to someone. He almost throws his overalls to Franco when he speaks to him. The older says something about building trust and not expect it for granted, Cele tells him to fuck off. Bez tries again to calm Cele down earning a loud “shut the fuck up” from his best friend.

When he gets out, Luca is there, waiting, biting at his fingernails, and as soon as he sees Cele Luca crosses his arms and looks at him with one eyebrow raised.

Cele gets in the car and waits for Luca to drive to his house, they don’t speak in the elevator, but once Luca closes the door behind Cele, they start again, Cele visibly angry at what happened at the shop.

“I really want to know why you would hide something as important as that” “Cause it’s not important! It’s not like we hang out! I hate the fucker ok?” “Even if you did it doesn't mean you can hide it like that from me! Fuck it’s Valentino Rossi not some random guy!” Luca is getting angry. He doesn’t like getting angry, he actually hates it, because when he gets angry he raises his voice and can also get physical and he really doesn’t want that to happen.

“Stop! Stop idolizing him! He’s not a good person for fuck’s sake he’s a horrible brother!” “You could have mentioned it Luca. Once. Just once” “Why? Why does it matter?” “Because! Why would you trust me with a fucking contract that says I can have whatever I want from you but not with this information?” “God you sound like a spoiled kid Cele, I thought you were a normal guy not a tantrum-throwing toddler”

Cele is 6, and they’re all talking, but stop once he’s in the room.He can see his dad smile at him as Cele shows him the small engine he just made.“Bravo Celin”The others watch with suspicion, his brother, with anger.His older cousins stare at him with a smirk as he faintly hears his mother conversing with her sister.

“He just doesn’t understand everything, he’s slow sometimes, and he doesn't get what we say” “He is a nice boy but…he’s a bit stupid. That’s why I don’t tell him things”

Then, Cele is 15, he’s firm in his desire to work in MotoGP, become mechanic there, make the difference.Cele finds out his family’s having problems with bills cause he overhears his brother talking with his friends about how money is tight and he can’t make it to the hangout, he eavesdrops while the older says his name.“Cele just wouldn’t get it, and he’s always there asking for new shit to fix while we struggle to pay the fucking electricity, but my parents obviously waste their money on him cause he’s so special”

Cele is 18 and crying cause no one told him how sick grandpa was, and his death had hit like a brick to his chest.That time, his brother had taken his side, saying their parents didn’t treat him like a grown up, how they sheltered him out of fear.

Cele got used to people not telling him things because they thought he wouldn’t get them, that he’d misunderstand, not comprehend.They just labelled him as dumb and slow and let it be.

Now, Cele is 21 and he’s reliving those moments. In his head, Luca considers him stupid, unable to understand things, unable to be trusted with information.

“Fuck you Luca, I’m not a kid” “You’re acting like one” “Cause I want you to trust me? Really?” “Cause you demand information about me! Why would you do that? Huh?” “Why didn’t you just tell me? It’s not like I’d go around saying it” “I don’t owe you explanations”

With that, Cele gets out. Yes. It’s childish and it makes him look ridiculous, but he doesn’t fucking care, he just hoped Luca trusted him and instead he found out Luca didn’t even trust him with basic things and now he’s really fucking angry.

The walk home is full of curses and regret, he wants to go back, apologise, but he also is convinced Luca just doesn’t trust him, probably considers him brainless like his family, or his teachers and friends did back home.

•••

Luca is angry, what the fuck does Cele want? He’s not entitled to his past, no one is. Luca is not Valentino’s brother, or anything like that, he’s Luca, a famous lawyer with a shining career and who’s got every kind of magazine knocking at his door to convince him to pose for them.

Vogue, Vanity Fair, Elle, Glamour. They all want him, and they don’t ask for secrets, only if he's got a boyfriend from time to time, if he wants to settle down, if he really likes only guys.

And now, the kid he just put under a contract pretends to know if he’s Vale’s brother and gets angry when he finds out he is and didn’t tell him? What. The actual. Fuck.

He wanted this to go well so fucking much, because he felt like he deserved it. Fuck.

He opens a bottle of something and starts drinking. Trust. Cele talked about trust.

It’s not that Luca doesn’t trust him, it’s that he simply doesn’t want to relive the times Vale rejected him for not being his perfect little motogp obsessed brother, how they fought multiple times, how he got called a delusion.

He hates thinking about it.

He grabs his phone and goes out, he needs a serious drink and possibly someone to fuck his anger out on. At the bar, he finds the first, but he’s not so lucky with the second, and he’s getting more and more frustrated as each second passes. He orders his fifth drink, he’s pretty gone now, and the bartender is basically asking him to leave, cause he keeps looking with anger at anyone who approaches him and isn’t clearly interested in sleeping with him. He calls a Taxi and makes it home around eleven something, bumping into furniture and taking his glass, pouring some whiskey.

•••

Mig hears a noise around midnight, but it’s not unusual for Luca to be up at that time anyway, usually he’s working, or downing a drink after a long day in the office.

Or maybe this time he’s just having sex with that kid, yeah it’s probably that, so he can honestly ignore all the noise and not be subjected to the sound of his crush fucking another guy during the night.

He hears another one, it’s most definitely a chair falling down, God are they fucking in the kitchen? 

Who cares honestly, who cares, Luca found a new toy ok, he can have fun with it, see how long the boy lasts before starting to be pretentious, before he asks absurd things and before he falls for Luca.

There’s another noise, thud, then he can distinctly hear a glass bottle break, shatter.

There's silence after it. Mig starts to get worried, these are not sounds of people having sex.

Luca’s alcoholism issues aren’t a secret to Mig, he had to drag him out of disgusting bars more than once, he had to force him to throw up, he had to lock cabinets with alcohol bottles for days and see Luca getting furious when Mig had just complied to his requests.

He gets his keys to Luca’s attic, he never gave them back, Luca never asked him to, it was a safety measure, a way of knowing someone had his back all the time.

He knocks, waits for Luca to answer, but no words are spoken.

“Luca? Are you there? Lu? Luca fucking hell I’m coming in!”

When he opens the door, Luca is on the ground, a broken bottle laying beside him and the smell of alcohol everywhere.

“Luca get the fuck up” “No” “Get. The fuck. Up” “Leave me alone Andre! Fucking hell I want another whiskey” “No let it go”

Luca tries to push him away, get a new bottle, but Mig stops him.

Luca’s eyes are red, he’s been crying for a while obviously, and he drank more than just a few glasses.

Mig helps him up, balancing him against the kitchen counter. Luca smells like alcohol and cigarettes, but it’s still a better smell than what Mig could’ve imagined. He goes to grab the broom, cleaning up the shards scattered on the floor. Luckily the bottle who broke was empty so no liquid stained anything, the only damage being a small cut in Luca’s palm and the cracking underneath Mig’s feet, who quickly removes the dangers and throws it away.

“You shouldn’t have come here Andre, I’m fine” “Oh shut up you are not ok” “There’s nothing you can do to help me” “You know I can always help you somehow Luca” “Careful with what you promise Andre” “I know what I’m promising”

Mig goes to grab a glass of water to give Luca, and he can feel Luca’s gaze on his body, running over it.

“Come here Andre”

Mig obeys, like he used to do back when he was Luca’s, like he used to do when they shared a bed, and leaves the glass beside the sink.

“Mh you smell nice, is this one of the colognes I bought you?” “Yes” “It suits you” “Thanks”

Luca licks a stripe up Mig’s neck, kissing at his jaw, sneaking a hand up his shirt, squeezing his hip.

“Do you want to stand here or get on your knees?”

And Mig can’t do anything but what Luca asks him to do, he’s under a spell from that man, he wants him, and even if he knows Luca doesn’t and never will this is still something.

A scarce and really dim light at the end of a tunnel he can’t walk through.

Mig unzips Luca’s pants and tugs down his boxers, he’s not hard yet, but he knows how to get him there.

Luca is just staring, a condescending look plastered on his face as he watches.

“Andre”

Mig starts stroking Luca’s dick, then he spits on his hand and starts once again, his movements smoother now, and in less than a minute Luca is fully hard, and Mig wastes no time in wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking lightly and licking away the precum coming out of the slit.

Luca makes a sound of approval, something between a moan and a grunt that really turns Mig on, his cock still trapped under layers of uncomfortable clothing.

Mig wants to get fucked, like a lot, so he keeps sucking, hoping that Luca will want to bend him over something and take him there.

He swallows more of Luca’s dick, choking on it at one point but never letting go.

He keeps bobbing his head, Luca’s fingers now pulling his hair, not dictating a pace, just a reminder of the power Luca has over him, of how much he’s actually submitted to the younger.

“You’re really good Andre, but I want to fuck you. Get up come on, take off your pants and boxers and bend over, good”

Mig follows the instructions, waiting for Luca to push inside him.

“I need to prep you I’m not a psycho” “I’m ready Luca” “Oh. You did it yourself? When?” “Earlier at - fuck -at home”

As they are speaking Luca chooses to slip inside, just to mess with Mig, tease him, get him even more needy for something he can hold the power of.

“Ah yes, feels good”

When Mig tries to speak Luca decides it’s the right time to starts moving, snapping his hips

back and forth, fucking deep into Mig, feeling how much the older clenches around his dick.

Mig moans, they both do, a mess of sounds and pleads not mixing well together, just overlapping each other, Luca’s hands are holding Mig’s hips in a strong grip, leaving marks probably, bruises even. It feels good. Somehow.

Mig knows this means nothing, that he’s just a thing Luca is using to feel better, and that tomorrow they won’t talk about it, that tonight, Luca will be sleeping here, and he will be sleeping in his own bed.

Luca doesn’t bother thinking about the morality of where he’s sticking his dick, not that he ever did really, before mastering the idea of having a sugar baby Luca would fuck whoever looked decently good and didn’t take more than a few pills of MD.

But the thing is, Luca is so damn good even when he’s like this, even when he’s more…aggressive, less caring, angrier. And Mig really isn’t that strong to refuse Luca, to refuse those small and meaningless moments where he can feel some warmth radiating from the person he loves.

Unrequited love sucks, not just because he doesn’t love you back, that can happen while you’re in a relationship as well, no. It’s seeing him happy with other people. All kinds of people, everyone, except you. And then, you start spiralling, and your brain starts twisting. You must be the problem, you must be wrong in every aspect of your life, you must be undesirable.

But right now, right now he feels a bit better. Because Luca asked him to be with him tonight, asked to make him feel better. He’s being a bit rough, yes, but Luca has never been gentle, just a bit less hard sometimes, but gentle definitely wasn’t a word fitting the description of Luca.

“Fuck how long has it been Andre? You’re - tight fuck” “Two months, probably” “Ah you should go out there more you know? People would kill to fuck you, your ass is wonderful”

And now he feels worse again. Being viewed just as a sexual object isn’t new to him, at all. When you’re sixteen and you get kicked out of your house because your parents find out you’re bi and have a boyfriend and you don’t really have anywhere to go given your boyfriend breaks up with you, you really don’t have much choice.

You either sell yourself, sell meth, or both. Yeah you could work, but where would you stay? Becoming a squatter was the only solution, him and five others, all squatters, all dealers, all prostitutes.

He feels like that again, paid to be used, and right now Luca won’t even pay him, he’ll just use him, then leave him there, like a dirty rag. It sucks, it’s disgusting, it’s horrible and it makes Mig feel bad about basically everything in his life. But that dim light, Luca moaning his name, kissing the nape of his neck, caressing his hips. That makes it bearable.

“Andre”

Luca bites at his shoulder, loosening the grip on his hips, squeezing his ass. Mig moans, he’s getting close, Luca as well, he can feel it, and hear it. He’s going to come against the kitchen counter and Luca will come inside him, just to abandon him right after. But it’s going to be ok, he’s going to be ok. He thought he’ll never have his shot again after Luca got that stupid kid to sign the contract.

Luca comes inside him, no surprise there, and Mig stains the furniture with his release. They’re panting, trying to catch their breath as the situation clears and they come off the high.

“You’re even better than coke Andre”

He doesn’t answer. There’s no possible way to answer a sentence like that without bursting out in tears. Luca was one of his friend’s clients back then. Not a frequent one, he bought coke like three or four times a year, but that’s where they met.

Mig dresses back up, he’ll clean up in his bathroom, crying and probably hurting himself, but Luca doesn’t know that. And even if he knew, it’s not like Mig expects him to care.

“See you at work” “Yeah, see you”

When Mig gets into the shower he starts crying, ugly hot tears running down his face. He calls himself names like a thousand times, making sure they cut deep, deeper than the razorblade he’s slicing his wrists with now, deeper than the dozens of scars on his thighs and arms, deeper than the addiction he traded, from Meth to Luca.

•••

The day after Luca wakes up with his brain all mushy, he remembers drinking, maybe a bit too much like he always does, and he clearly remembers the reason why he did. Well at least this time there was a reason.

He argued with Cele, over Valentino fuck’s sake. And normally, rationally, another guy would just rip the contract and never consider him again. But he’s tired of letting his brother dictate and shape his life, so he tries to forget, but he can’t really go back to talking without asking for advice.

Oh. Yeah. He almost forgot the part where he fucked with Mig. That’s another thing he should stop doing, fucking with him when he’s angry. It’s not healthy for either of them.

Oh shit he has to go to the Ranch tomorrow, he promised Pecco to stay there a few days to assure waters had calmed down. Why does he always put himself in these situations? It’s so frustrating, Vale will keep commenting about his look and behaviour and Pecco will eye him telling him to calm down.

Fuck everything honestly.

That place smells like mud and sweat, it’s disgusting, plus Uccio will probably be snorting cocaine next door, which is even worse. If he gets offered again he might just accept it this time.

Pecco would kill him tho, and Valentino would say how despite trying to distance himself and appear different he’ll never totally be.

He hates him.

•••

Cele wakes up angry. The same feeling that haunted him when he was a kid now weighing heavy on his chest as he tries to get an hour more of sleep.

He called out of work yesterday after he got back home, too angry to think, and faked a bad cough with Paso, who huffed and cleared his throat, then accepted, Cele hadn’t been off schedule for a while now, one day wasn’t going to hurt the business for sure.

Cele starts thinking maybe he really did overreact, that he looked like a spoiled kid demanding to know everything. He didn’t have the time, or will, to explain to Luca how he was treated when he was younger, and in general when he still lived with his parents.

Yes he loves them, his dad adores him, his brother would protect him against an asteroid if he could, but they still considered him slow. “A bit behind” his mother used to say, a hushed tone in the kitchen at night, when at Christmas his aunt would stay over to chat with his mom. “Stupid” was his brother’s favorite word to refer to him when they were younger, but he was the only one that could dare to call Cele like that. He remembers how his brother once punched a guy for calling him dumb. His dad only saw him for his capacity of building things from scratch at impressive speed, and praised him, still he called him “retarded” sometimes, when he didn’t understand scientific notation or missed the point in easy conversations. 

Does Luca not consider him smart enough to understand the moments where it was or wasn’t necessary to bring that up? Does Luca consider Cele incapable of acting normal after this information gets to him? What has led Luca to just consider him not worthy of a similar piece of information?

Cele stays in bed thinking about this, wondering if he’s really too much of an overthinker or if his family really fucked his brain up that bad.

•••

Pecco is knocking at Luca’s door at 8 in the morning, the other comes down pretty fast, dressed and ready, a gym bag as luggage for the few days they’ll spend at the Ranch. Usually it’s only Saturday for Ranch activities, but from time to time Vale will call them a bit longer to stay over a few days.

“Ready?” “Can’t wait” “Luca you can just fake being sick I mean, I get it” “No. No no I promised you and Valentino would just love to see me bailing out of this thing, I’m not giving him the satisfaction to do it”

Pecco looks at him, then gives up, changing Luca’s mind is basically impossible.

“Plus, wouldn’t want my best friend to accidentally end up in his bed again” “I thought we were ok! No need to mention that!” “Oh Pecchino I’m gonna use this as a weapon for as loooong as I’m alive” “I’ll kill you” “Mhmh, try”

Luca starts the engine and Pecco seems absorbed by his phone, smiling at it as he continuously types something on it.

It’s clear as day Pecco is texting someone, he’s biting his lip and smiling dumbly, and Luca is pretty sure he knows who the text receiver is.

“How’s it going with curly boy?” “Marco, and we went out just once but he’s so- how do I even explain it to you? I already feel like we’ve been together for years” “Careful there Pecchino, he might not be all that lovey dovey once you’re past the obvious honeymoon phase”

In that exact moment, Pecco’s ringtone starts, and the smile only gets broader. He quickly answers and asks about Bez’s day, his programs and how he’s feeling. When he’s happy with the answers he starts talking about how he’ll train for a few days, send him pictures and updates.

“Mh you’ll send me post training pictures?” “Maybe, if I get something in return” “Of course Franci” “Once I’m back home I'll buy you a ticket to come here and spend a few days acting on-”

Luca grabs Pecco’s phone, trying to shut the call off

“Ok stop this, it’s disgusting go have phone sex in another place” “You’re in the car with Luca? Franci you should warn me I would’ve said very private things” “Sorry sorry, yeah uhm, call you later ok?” “Mhmh, text me when you’re there”

They exchange yet another cheesy moment that makes Luca pull a half disgusted face, but deep down he’s just happy to see his best friend like that, smiling and basically glowing like he’s never seen him before.

Pecco falls asleep mid ride, Luca just sings along to whatever is on the radio, and despite looking like he’s the most calm person on the planet, his mind is racing and thinking of Cele. Why? It makes zero sense once again, he was disrespectful and childish but Luca still wants him to keep the contract.

Before wandering too much, he decides he’s doing it for the sex. Cele is good at it, and he’s sure it won’t take him long to propose to Cele something more of his liking, not that Luca doesn’t like vanilla sex, but he’s always thought a few toys can only do good if one knows how to use them.

The once familiar routes of Tavullia are finally in front of him, he remembers a few points of the town, but it now feels like a distant memory.

He doesn’t like to come here, he hates it actually, but Pecco asked for him to be there, just to be sure, and he won’t let his best friend face this place alone.

“Pecchino wake up” “No” “Listen I’m not gonna be with Valentino and that fucking coke addict alone eh?” “You were an addict too” “Off the car or I’ll throw you” “Ok ok”

Pecco climbs down the car and as soon as he grabs his backpack he hears Vale’s voice greeting him from the Ranch entrance. “Thought you’d come alone” “Can’t I bring company?” “Is the company happy to be here?” “You already know my answer Valentino, so stop with the act”

Luca and Vale always look like two jars filled with lightning, ready to explode any second, much more so when close together.

Pecco has to physically drag Luca away and to his room, decorated with pictures and some trophies he chose to leave at the ranch rather than bring home.

“It smells like that awful deodorant you use Pecchino” “Oh fuck off Lu” “Do I sleep here?” “Will you be able to keep your hands off me if you do?” “Will you be able not to rub your ass against me if I do?” “You’re evil” “Of course I won’t touch you Pecchino, unless you want me to”

There’s a long pause, a long silence where Pecco starts just mindlessly taking his things out of the suitcase and putting them in the wardrobe and bathroom. It’s obvious he wants to say something but doesn’t yet know how to do it, so Luca gives him time, slowly unpacking his own suitcase, with Ranch-appropriate clothing. He secretly always brings along his racing gloves, “because one never knows” he says to himself. He actually does it because he misses racing, misses the track, the dirt, racing with Pecco. And if he has to completely honest, he fucking misses his brother.

He misses how they were once, before Luca chose to follow his own path, he misses how his brother would always smile while talking about him, he misses the closeness, the hugs they shared. But that bond is gone, and Luca is sure his brother is gone as well, the man sharing the house with him now, he’s just Valentino Rossi. He’s not his brother.

They spend the whole day on the track. Well. Pecco and Vale do, Luca just watches, glancing from time to time back to the garage. There used to be a small bike with a bright orange “10” stuck on the front. His number. He told people it was for his birthday, given he was born on San Lorenzo, the night of Shooting Stars. But Vale knew it was actually for Totti, he kept quiet about it, but Luca knows he knew.

When the training day is finished, Luca and Pecco head back to the older’s room, Luca once again getting lost in his younger self’s memories, until Pecco brings him back to reality by calling his name.

“Yeah?” “I know it’ll sound stupid to you, and that you’ve told me thousands of times not to get attached, but, I really like Marco, a lot, and…I want it to work, actually, like I want to be with him. I’m shit in this and I know you’ll tell me it’s a terrible idea, that I don’t even actually know him and maybe you’re right but…I don’t know Luca we spent so little time together but he’s already hunting my mind and I really want him home with me and you know, not just for sex, even tho he’s sensational at it, like, really sensational, but not just for that. I want him in my arms, I want him to meet Turbo and play with him, I want him to cook with me in the morning and I want to have him at races so that I can hug him after I finish. I am so fucking gone for him and I don’t even know if he is for me. We didn’t talk about it but I want him to be mine. And yes yes, we’ve only gone out and fucked once but oh it was so perfect”

Luca is watching him like you’d look at a kid who just told you the sky is purple. Confused, like he’s trying to piece together the monologue Pecco just had.

“It’s a stupid idea” “I know ok? I know. But you don’t get it Luca, he’s-” “Pecco you have to understand he’s not like you. He doesn’t understand what it means to be you, what it means to be in that field, all the sacrifices you have to do, he doesn’t get them. He could use you, could threaten you with releasing sensitive informations, he could fake being in love with you just cause that way he can fuck a Motogp rider” “He’s not like that” “You don’t know that” “No. But you don’t know if he’s a good person either”

They both stare at each other, Luca’s icy firmness against Pecco’s morbid and warm feeling towards Bez. Pecco knows he hasn’t got any idea of how Bez could act in the future, but he knows how he acted just a few days prior, he knows Bez stayed, he knows Bez treated him well. Bez bought him breakfast and cuddled him. Bez smiled and it seemed like the sun just shone brighter in the room, Bez hugged him and it all seemed perfect. When Bez kissed him Pecco felt like he understood for the first time how you must feel when your lips touch other lips. It felt like they belonged.

“If you want my two cents on this, you’re being really stupid. You went out with this guy once and now you act like he’s the love of your life. It’s stupid, dangerous and immature” “If you don’t know what feelings are it’s not my fault Luca, maybe yeah it’s reckless but I feel like this is love at first sight, ok? I was struck by him and I want him” “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, Pecco. It’s chemistry, it’s compatibility, it's not love.”

The atmosphere is getting colder and more tense with each second that passes, and Luca knows he could calm down and try to understand his best friend’s feelings, that he could try to get in his shoes for three seconds and get out of his cold mind. But he doesn’t.

They must’ve raised their voices, because Vale suddenly opens the door and stands in the entrance, staring at the two who cess their talking.

“Luca if you’ve come here to disturb my rider you can leave, he’s got to train and focus, he can’t have you distracting him from that” “What we talk about it’s none of your fucking business” “Oh but it is, this is my house Luca, not yours, it’s Pecco’s place as well, not yours. I choose whether or not you can stay, and right now I want you out, you bother my rider you’re out. Are we clear?”

Luca looks at Pecco, hoping his friend would be reasonable and ask Vale to let him stay, because they were just talking about private matters and Vale shouldn’t be involved in them.

But Pecco doesn’t say a word, he just looks at Luca with an angry expression, something like hurt and sadness in the older’s eyes as Luca packs the few things he had taken out and puts them back in his suitcase.

“Don’t expect me to pick you up Sunday then Pecco, you can go back on your own” “He won’t have problems here Luca, you can go home and avoid disturbing for a few days”

Pecco would want to ask Vale to let Luca stay, but he also doesn’t want to hear Luca degrading his decision and feelings,so he lets him go. They’re adults, they’ll talk about this. He will also talk to Bez about what he wants, so to clarify that if he’s in for the long run it’s fine, otherwise they’ll part ways.

Vale pats his shoulder, and Pecco grabs his things to go shower, while Vale looks at the door Luca just shut behind him.

“Luca! Luca are you ok? Ah look at your arm, it’s all scratched, let’s get inside mh? I’ll put something to make it better” “I’m sorry I wanted to be like you, I wanted to go on the bike and be like you” “You will, when you’re older tho ok? Not right now, you’re wayyy to little” “I’m four!” “A baby” “I want to win like you when I’m grown” “I’m sure you will, you’re my baby brother after all” “Will you be there when I win?” “Of course I will Luca, I will be cheering for you before anyone else”

Luca hugs him tight, Vale picks him up, thinking of a future where he’ll get to see Luca to win his first championship in MotoGP.

The memory is soon discarded by Vale, who scoffs and goes to the kitchen, dwelling on whether to make some pasta or cook filetto. He goes for pasta, he knows Pecco won't argue with his dinner choice, and goes to grab a bottle or red wine from the cellar, a Barbera, if he’s not mistaken, one of Pecco’s favorites.

•••

Luca drives until he reaches a decent hotel, parks there and hopes there’s a room available, he really doesn’t wanna be home today.

The receptionist is a cute guy named Simone around his age, who clearly knows Luca, if not for his lawyer career, then for his various magazine covers appearances. He asks about Vogue, and since Luca doesn’t have too much to do except sulk because Pecco is being unreasonable, he chats with the guy.

Turns out he’s studying law, and he’s really fascinated by Luca and his quote, “inexistent fear of being himself”, says how he’s the only out gay guy in his Uni course, and how that got him in trouble more than once.

“Eh, at the end of the day if you’re good no one will bother you because of who you like” “I hope I can be half as good as you” “We’ll see, maybe in a few years we’ll be battling clients”

After the end of Simone’s shift, the conversation inevitably leads to Luca’s room, who strangely got upgraded to a Suite with no topping up from his part.

The guy knows better than to stay, but he surely thanks Luca a lot for sleeping with him, and gives him his number, one never knows he says, but Luca obviously doesn’t even save the number, just leaves it there, alongside with all the other numbers guys left him overtime and he never called back.

Luca orders whiskey, cause he’s a high end man, so obviously he drinks whiskey no? He cancels the order and opts for a whole bottle of Gin, maybe it’ll get him drunk in a shorter time.

He smokes something like 12 cigarettes in one hour, dulling the burning sensation by drinking the alcohol. Pecco was wrong, he wasn’t an addict, he’s still one, he just switched from coke to alcohol and cigs, not that’s any better. Oh and meaningless sex just to feel like he’s worth something, yeah that too.

•••

They’re at their third glass of wine when Pecco starts saying maybe they’re drinking a bit too much.

“I gotta train tomorrow” “Oh come on, it’s not even that strong, you won’t even have a headache, I promise” “It’s late Vale, and I’m already tipsy” “One more glass, then we go to sleep” “Fine, one more”

When the fourth glass is finished, Pecco notices how Vale is suddenly sitting next to him rather than across the table like before. He shifts a bit, trying to regain breathing space, but Vale’s pull is pretty strong and he’s inevitably back where he was seconds before.

“Vale” “Yeah?” “We’re a bit too close don’t you think?” “You don’t like it?” “We already made a mistake once, it’s not wise to do it again” “Aw, you hurt me. Mistake? Was it that bad? Surely didn’t look like it”

Pecco blushes, Vale is not stupid, and he’s sure he knows about Pecco’s lifelong crush on him. And honestly how can the guy be blamed, it’s Valentino Rossi we're talking about, anyone who’s into guys would do anything to get with him one way or the other.

Pecco liked the sex, he didn’t like what happened afterwards, but Vale is insanely attractive, and wine always made Pecco braver.

“It was good” “Then it’s no harm doing it again, no?”

Vale smiles, and Pecco just can’t anymore, closing the distance and smashing their lips together, tongues tasting each other and hands everywhere. Oh how he’d want this to happen with Bez, but the guy is currently in Bologna, probably high and fucking some random, and it makes his heart ache.

He wants Bez, but he doesn’t know if he can or should have him. And at this moment, it feels like Vale wants him, and that’s all Pecco needs right now.

Is it wrong? Maybe Are they being stupid? Fucking hell yeah. Will it end badly? Yes.

But blame the wine or blame the loneliness, they don’t even make it to the bed, Pecco gets pushed on the couch, clothes come off in a hurry, and it’s really hard to understand when the bodies separate.

All he can feel is hands. Hands hands hands, and those lips that make him feel wanted, those eyes he dreamt of watching everyday when he was younger, those words, soft spoken ones in his ear, his name called out like a spell.

“Francesco” “Fuck” “I heard you with Luca, talking about that guy” “Yeah I - God Vale more” “He doesn’t get you, he’s not like you” “He’s a good guy” “But he doesn’t understand what it's like, I do. I get it” “You are - we shouldn't do this”

Vale bites his neck, fucking him deeper, harder against the couch, basically leaving a print on it, sweat running over their bodies, the taste of wine strong everywhere.

“Vale Vale no stop, I don’t want this anymore stop” “Because of that guy?” “I don’t want to fuck anymore, stop” “Fine”

Vale pulls out, still hard, both leaking precum and panting. It’s clear he upset Pecco, who’s getting up from the couch and collecting his clothes, completely ignoring Vale.

“Trust me Pecco, he won’t understand” “You don’t know that!” “Oh but I do, I’m way older than you, and have had my fair share of gold diggers like this one guy you like” “He’s not a gold digger, you don’t know him” “Oh please Pecco, they all are” “Well he’s not”

They stare at each other, both naked, metaphorically and literally, Vale completely unreadable while Pecco’s anger is clear on his face. They stay like that for a bunch of seconds before Pecco walks away to his room, hoping the shower will help him think and relax.

They spend the night apart, as it was supposed to be afterall, because nothing will ever be possible between them. And they both know.

He stares at the phone, he doesn’t even know if Bez is home, if he’s available to answer and talk, all he knows is his fingers are trembling and he can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

A sugar baby, he’s a sugar baby.

In the end, after three minutes of thinking and a shot of cheap vodka he has in his closet, he opens the phone app to call his best friend.

One, two, three, four rings, then Bez picks up. He can hear it in his voice, he's drunk, at least a bit, and he can make out that strange dj’s voice in the background of the call, and also of the other guy, the one with green eyes, Alessandro or Alessio, he doesn’t remember.

“Bez” “Mh” “Bez I’ve got news” “About what?” “Luca” “YOU FUCKED HIM?” “Shut the fuck up no, no, no. Well, not yet” “Ah so you ARE going to get fucked” “Would you stop? You’re out on the road I can hear the cars” “Ale and Edo are walking me home, and I’m not too drunk” “Yeah, sure”

Bez is always too drunk, he doesn’t know limits, he once drank 6 shots straight one after the other, and when he threw up all he could say was that he hadn't even drunk that much. Cele had to clean him up and bring him home, wash him and put him to bed.

There’s always something with Bez. But that’s part of the fun that comes with being his friend.

“What do you want to tell me?” “I - uhm - I just became his sugar baby” “You what” “I am his sugar baby, he pays me an-” “And you become his whore” “Ok there’s no need to be this harsh, he told me we can do everything at my pace, he didn’t even ask for something tonight, we just kissed”

Bez huffs, Cele can hear faint words on the other side of the phone, he can distinguish a “bye” and “see you”, so he supposes Bez is home, and it’s confirmed once he hears the key.

“So let me get this straight” “Go on” “You said thousands of times he would never look at you, that he was too good for you and now, you suck him off for money and gifts?” “If you say it like this it’s bad” “I mean it’s not like I never sucked someone off for money but, this is an exclusive thing between the two of you right?” “I didn’t ask” “Well, can I give you my humble opinion? It’s not”

Well, who cares, the “no feelings involved” part of the contract was written in bold and italic, so it was pretty clear it shouldn’t matter. But the idea that now that he basically has Luca and Luca has him, someone else could touch him just enrages him.

“It’s not a relationship, so it doesn’t matter” “Ok, if you’re fine with that” “I’m fine with getting lots of money and being able to sleep with that fucking Greek God” “Cele I wasn’t trying to shame you earlier, it’s just that it doesn’t seem like you” “I know, but everyone changes” “if it works out I’m glad, but don’t get your hopes up, just enjoy big dick blondie” “HE HAS A NAME ASSHOLE” “Yeah it’s just too funny to tease you”

They stay silent for a bit, Cele hears Rubik barking and jumping on Bez for attention, and Bez’s voice becomes that stupid little tone people do when they speak with pets or kids.

“No but seriously bro, it’s not a bad thing at all, just, don’t think it’s going to be a proper relationship” “I don’t, I just know now I get 2.5k every two weeks” “2.5k? Does he need another sugarbaby? Or does he have friends who need them?” “Look for your own sugar daddy Marco”

Bez goes silent again, his mind racing a bit, he feels like he needs to go to sleep and wake up in three hundred years, most definitely not ready to go back to Viserba this Sunday to spend some time with his family.

He says bye to Cele and drops on his couch, it’s comfortable, and Rubik immediately jumps on it to cuddle with him. He loves this dog more than anything, he was with him when he broke up with Chiara, when he moved, when he got first hired by Paso, when he was down and up, Runik ws there.

It kinda took the place of a best friend, because whatever he told Rubik was between them, whatever he did, whoever he loved, Rubik was a constant in his life.

He knows he’ll have to get up at 6 at the very latest to walk him, but right now he really can’t think of waking up, he just wants to sleep this over.

“Rubik stop moving come onnnn”

As if the dog can understand him. Right. Sometimes he thinks he’s going crazy, especially when he talks to himself once he’s alone at home.

He just now realizes that he’s going to have to deal with all his fucking relatives once he gets to his parents’ house on Sunday, who will ask him the same question they’ve been asking for four years now.

“When will you bring home a nice girl and settle down?” “When will you marry?” “When are you going to have kids Marco? You’re getting old now, when will you finally understand that dog is not everything and you’ll eventually have to find someone real?”

He hates them. One, he told them something like thirty times already he’s bi and they can’t expect him to bring a girl just because, and if he brings a boy then they better be fine with it or they can walk out of his life for good. Second, he’s fine like this, he doesn’t like kids and he doesn’t want them, and marriage is the furthest thing from his ideals that exists on earth.

He’ll answer the same he always does, he doesn’t have a girl, he doesn’t intend on marrying and he doesn’t want little gremlins running around his house he has to take care of.

He almost introduced them to Edo last year, when they were together, he soon realized it would’ve been an absolute disaster, Edo can’t control his facial expressions, he would accidentally let out they smoke joints in his apartment and that he’d live off Bez’s paychecks once he got into MotoGP.

Plus, they didn’t last long, barely five months and then they broke up, they remained friends, but now Edo has got a new boyfriend and they’re both happy with their own lives.

He remembers drunk telling his sister that he wants to never attend these parties again, because he hates those questions and these people always breathing down on his neck. Silvia told him to please not leave her alone, because she needs her brother, and he couldn’t disappoint her.

•••

On Saturday, Cele’s woken up by a text from Luca, it says he’s going to pick him up at 7:30 and to bring a helmet when he comes down. He hates working on Saturdays, it’s like all his force gets drained from him, but hey, at least Luca is going to drive him there.

He needs to ask Luca when they can start with this, because he really wants to get his hands on him as soon as humanly possible.

At 7:30 sharp Luca is at his house, and - yeah no he’s going to die. 

Luca’s dressed in a full on three piece and he’s got gloves to ride the bike. If they weren’t in a public place and he didn’t have work he’d ask, or beg, Luca to let him suck him off. He’s perfect.

“Good morning Cele, how are you?” “I - is this real? Like do I really have this?” “You can test if this is real when you want bimbo”

bimbo. He’s never liked that pet name, he always felt like it was a way to shame him for looking younger, but the way Luca says it, it has a ring to it and he’s fairly sure his brain is already getting addicted.

“I love this bike” “Oh, yeah bought it around a year ago” “It’s amazing” “You’re finishing the Panigale today?” “Around 10 it should be ready, yeah, do you have to bring this in as well?” “No no, this one’s perfect, I just wanted to know how soon I can get my baby back”

Cele laughs, and puts on his helmet. Luca’s is in carbon fiber, plain and black, his is covered in stickers, the original color was light blue, of course.

“Hold on tight eh, don’t want you flying away” "Yes yes”

Luca is warm. Which is a stupid consideration since it’s June and everything’s at least warm if not straight up hot. But he always thought of Luca as a cold person, not just in attitude, but properly, Bez is a human heater, whatever the season his skin is hot, being hugged by him feels like being hugged by the sun. He thought Luca would be the opposite, but right now he’s the perfect temperature.

“You’re fine there?” “What?” “Are you fine there? comfortable?” “Yes don’t worry”

They get to work by 7:50, Cele climbs down the Suzuki and Franky whistles, wiggling his eyebrows as Paso rolls his eyes in annoyance. Cele takes off his helmet and Luca opens his visor, the contrast between his icy eyes and the black of the helmet makes them look even more breathtaking than they normally are.

“Oh yeah I kinda already told someone” “Bez?” “Yeah” “I get it, he’s your best friend, he should know. I will tell mine today, I’d stay but I need to help him out with some legal things and it’s been a while since we spent time together so see you in uh three hours? I’ll come collect the Panigale” “Alright, then see you, and thanks for the ride, I never got to get on a 1000”

Luca smiles, closes his visor, then opens it again, calling for Cele.

“What’s your favorite color again?” “Light blue” “Checks out, and, are you embarrassed to kiss me or are you not out?” “No no I’m not embarrassed no, I just- I still have to process it a bit, and yeah I’m out that’s not a problem” “Don’t you want to kiss me goodbye then?”

Cele is bright red. From the tip of his ears to his cheeks and neck. If Bez was here he’d take a pic and laugh about him for weeks, or he’d start chanting “bacio, bacio, bacio” like a high schooler. But Bez is not here, and the others aren’t really looking anymore, just Franky maybe, but he’s not sure, and even if, who cares.

To the world Luca is going to be his boyfriend, and he’s gonna be Luca's. It's only normal they kiss, it’s only fair. Cele nods, walking a bit close, placing one hand on the leather seat of the bike, while Luca takes off his helmet, putting his hair back in place, and smiles.

He bends slightly to reach Cele and then it’s an explosion of perfection. Cele is lost in the kiss, Luca keeps him attached to reality when he strokes his cheek slightly. Cele breaks away and smiles, happy like a kid on Christmas, and Luca smiles back.

“Have a good day at work Cele” “Yeah you, you too” “Bye”

He puts his helmet back on and rides away, Cele still smiling like an idiot and turning around just to see Franky staring at him mouth open and in shock. Cele raises his shoulders with a smile and goes change, while Franky still doesn’t believe what he just saw.

Once he’s changed he immediately starts finishing up the Panigale, and he hears Franky walking up to him, and he looks up with a questioning look.

“Yes?” “You got with blondie?” “Luca. And yes” “Way to go Cele, way to go, I told you, older is better” “Yeah but yours is not older, he’s old” “Matti is nine years older than me, he’s not an old man” “Ok, as you wish”

He laughs when Franky walks away cursing him, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to finish the Panigale so he can make Luca proud.

Bez comes in at 10, he had warned Paso that he had a medical checkup so he couldn’t come to work before 10, and Peso had unpleasantly accepted the lateness.

“Celin! You’re glowing today, how's it?” “Did you know Cele’s got a new boyfriend? The blond- Luca” “Oh yeah of course, he called me last night” “Celin’s gonna bring us all on holiday this year eh?” “Oh shut up I’m not making him spend money on you” “Cruel”

The bike is done by 10:30, as promised, so he goes up to Bez and helps him a bit, thanking him for not saying out loud the actual kind of relationship he has with Luca, and Bez simply smiling back, explaining to him what kind of utensils he needs and Cele bringing them to him.

•••

“I’ll come along, so I can see this famous new sugar baby” “Just stay in the car, don’t want people to assume things remember?” “Of course I remember, I’ll wear sunglasses and a hat” “I just need to get the bike and load it on, Cele will help, he knows I’ve got a friend over and I think he’ll be much too taken by the bike to notice who you are” “Ok”

Pecco is still having breakfast, staying away from the ranch he tries to sleep more, and he indulges on some food he knows he shouldn’t eat, but it’s just for a while, his trainer will come to terms with it.

Once he finishes eating and Luca has fed Sissy the two leave the flat, they run into Mig who’s going to work. He doesn’t look particularly fine, he’s got heavy eyebags and a bitten lip, but Luca simply greets him and keeps walking to his car, not bothering to investigate further.

They jump in the car, they can’t think of loading the Panigale on a regular one, and Luca had a Jeep Wrangler almost untouched in his garage, perfect to transport the bike from the shop home. 

They don’t talk, despite Pecco wanting to get out the reason he came here so early, he simply can’t right now, he’ll do it tomorrow, or Monday at latest.

Luca hums along to the music playing on the radio, and only talks to tell Pecco that there’ll be the Roma match that evening and he’s going out to a Pizzeria to watch it, he’ll ask Cele once at the shop if he wants to come as well.

“He’s like you, you know?” “What?” “Cele, he’s a gobbo like you” “Nice to see you know who’s the best” “Fuck off you thief” “You are the thieves, Dybala was-” “Dybala feels much better with us, don’t worry Pecchino”

Pecco simply flips him off and Luca laughs back, teasing him a bit more for the recent downside Pecco’s team is going through. As they get closer to the shop Pecco starts putting on his sunglasses and cap, trying to hide the most of himself, pulling his shirt a bit up to cover his beard as well, because you never know what kind of crazy fan could recognize him just by that.

•••

Mig doesn’t feel good. In the slightest. This move Luca pulled, getting another one. It sucks. 

When he saw him earlier today, Luca didn’t even bother checking on him. God is he pathetic. Accepting to work as an assistant for the guy he’s been in love with for more than a year because he broke the contract when he confessed his feelings.

He saw the pity in Luca’s eyes when he begged not to get sent back to the fucking street where Luca found him dealing. He saw the delusion when he came forward with his love.

He perfectly remembers Luca telling him that there was no way that could go on because it would be one sided and wrong. And he remembers crying in front of him, asking to at least try, asking to remain tied by the contract, that he would overcome his feelings, and Luca refusing. Getting almost angry.

When he got rejected, that night, he went out. And relapsed. After two years spent clean, under Luca’s roof, with an amazing lifestyle, being happy and cared for, he was back in a stinky alley behind a club snorting lines. Two.

He almost overdosed that night, and he kinda wished he did, he still does. When he hears Luca calling him “my assistant” instead of Mig or Andre. When he overhears his colleagues say how he got this job because he fucked his way there. How he belonged in the streets.

Because those people love gossip, and it didn’t take them too long to understand his background, the scar on his arm and the one on his stomach are not surgery, even a child would understand it’s a stab wound.

Dealers fights mainly end up with one party dying, and both those times he ended up in one were a close call. He was an addict for three years, then in rehab for one, clean for two.

And one thing, one rejection, one night. They blew it all up. He didn’t go back to Luca’s place for a week. He stayed at a friend’s house, it was a fucking pot of cocaine and MD, and he shamed himself into thinking that was the only place he truly belonged in.

Then, one day, while he was walking to go get something to eat, he ran into Luca. Who was wearing his stupid blue suit that costs something like 1 thousand euros, his stupid shiny shoes and his shirt. And he wanted to go away, turn around and not say a word, but Luca had grabbed him by the arm, the most worried expression he ever saw on his face staring right back at him.

Mig tried to escape the hold, but Luca was much stronger in that moment, and dragged him to his car. Luca got scared, then angry, then worried again. Mig wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

He knew Luca was going to take him to rehab. He knew Luca was probably disgusted by him, by his weakness. He knew Luca would never even look at him and see the possibility of a future. But he also knew he loved him, and that he would’ve done everything just to stay close.

And now, he has another sugar baby. A kid, basically. Luca says he’s 21, but he doesn’t look a day older than 19. Says he’s cute, and funny. That he’s a good person. He doesn’t even know him, and he agreed to do this because Luca pays a lot. How can you call someone that just wants your money and is ready to basically sell his body a good person?

When Luca told him, he didn’t react. Not on the spot at least, he just said “ok” and walked back to his office. But then he locked it and cried, because there was nothing in Luca’s eyes while he was talking to him. He was dumb for thinking someone would actually want him for real.

Because if it’s sex, or anything in that field, they like him. They keep him around. If it’s drugs they look for him. But no one wants him as a lover. No one ever did, and thinking that Luca of all people could change this constant in his life, well it was simply ridiculous.

 •••

Bez is watching basketball when Luca arrives, Cele standing up so fast he almost trips on his way to Luca, who climbs down the car and ruffles Cele’s hair once they’re close enough. Bez still doesn’t pay attention to the car, and luckily, because he would’ve for sure noticed who was the passenger inside it.

One, because he’s one of those crazy fans Pecco was worried about when he raised his shirt to cover half his face, second, because he would’ve probably fainted at the sight.

Cele grabs Luca’s hand and drags him to the V4. It’s been cleaned and now it’s shiny, it looks new. The vibrant red is perfect and when Cele turns it on to test the power it roars so beautifully everyone in the shop looks at it mesmerized.

Cele’s smile widens as he tells Luca everything he changed and why he did it, and Luca just listens, smiling back and nodding along as Cele asks him if he wants to do something that night.

“You know I was thinking, we could like, go out tonight? And eat something for dinner?”

I’d like to eat you for dinner

Luca doesn’t say it outloud, but his thoughts are very clear on this.

“Sure, there’s the match this evening, and I know a pretty quiet place where they play the matches on TV” “Oh, you root for Roma? It’s the last game of the campionato right?” “Yes it’s the last one and yes I root for Roma, also, don’t worry about the outfit, it’s a really chill place I go to when I want to break away from everything” “Nice, it’s the 8.45 game right?” “Yes” “So, you come pick me up at eight?” “As always Cele, just choose between the Lambo or the BMW” “BMW” “Perfect”

The boy’s eyes sparkle instantly, getting to be a passenger on a M4 is far more than he ever imagined doing, and he already knows it’s going to be perfect, because the car is perfect, and Luca is too, so it can only be hyper-perfect if he has both the things.

Meanwhile, Pecco has really forgotten he should be hiding, he’s been staring at that curly mechanic for something like five minutes. And honestly, it’s not like it’s his fault, he’s got only a t-shirt on, which is covered in grease like the rest of his body probably, the arms especially, God they’re like - huge.

His hair reaches his shoulder, maybe they’re even longer on the back, and they’re so pretty. His nose is - can noses be cute? Because if they can, this guy’s obviously is, he could say it’s perfect, and - oh.

Bez is burning in this shit hole, and he really needs some air, so it’s nothing bad if he takes off his t-shirt right? It won’t be a problem to anyone in here, it’s not like no one’s ever seen him shirtless.

But for Pecco it’s a huge fucking problem. Because he really didn’t imagine this guy could become any more perfect than he already was when half his body was covered.

He’s got tattoos, more than just a few, he’s only now noticing the one on his arm, it’s practically a fucking sleeve, and he - he can see something written under his pec, but he can’t read it from here, and maybe something near his collarbone.

Pecco still stares at him even when one of his colleagues calls him, he can’t hear his name, but he must’ve said something funny because the curly boy just erupts laughing, he throws his head back and Pecco is almost sure he saw a small tooth gap, and my god how can someone be so cute and so hot at the same time?

He’s woken from his trance when he hears a sound coming from the back of the jeep, and watches the rearview mirror, seeing Luca and his new - sugarbaby, apparently, loading the bike on the back.

He sees them talking, but again, he can’t hear a word, and he covers his face once more, trying not to look out his window when Cele? Celestino? He doesn't remember well, passes by.

Luca climbs in, and he’s staring once again at that guy who has dressed again in the meantime, he can still see his arms, and he fears he’s going crazy, but then he realizes he hasn’t just gotten crazy, but hard. Fuck.

Luca turns to look at him and is about to speak when he notices Pecco focused on something in the shop, and at first he thinks it’s the bike on display, a beautiful R1, just like vale’s one. Then, he sees him. Ah.

“Pecco, no seriously?” “Let’s get away from here before I do something really stupid Lu” “Bez?” “That’s his name? How old is he? Are he and your boy friends?” “His name’s Marco, Bez is like a nickname made from his surname I guess, he’s a bit younger than us, maybe a year of two and yes, him and Cele are best friends” “Marco”

He keeps staring, and Luca just starts laughing like an idiot.

“Oh come on! He’s like - mad hot God look at those arms”“Is it just the arms? Or the abs as well? Or is it the piercing” “He’s got a piercing?” “Yeah, here”

When Luca points at his nipple Pecco makes a sound so embarrassing he actually wants to die. It’s not like Luca can actually shame him, Bez is hot, and his body is surely really good to look at, but Pecco has never been one to look at this kind of guy.

When he looks over to him again to tell him something, he can’t help but see the bulge in his pants. 

“Pecchino really? Just from the arms” “Shut. up.” “I swear I’m gonna cry from laughing too hard” “Drive away, go, I can’t see this no no take me back home” “When have you developed a taste for guys like that?” “Probably right now, just - go away, come on!”

Luca keeps on laughing while Pecco curses him, keeping one hand over his embarrassing hard on and the other over his eyes because he has to try and think about anything that’s NOT that guy’s body.

Luca drops him off at his house and he’s still fucking laughing, while to Pecco there’s really nothing to laugh at. This is beyond stupid and embarrassing, and plain wrong.

“Make sure to clean the shower after you’re done Pecchino” “Oh fuck off Luca go to work” “Good wank” “No shut up fuck’s sake!”

Luca speeds off, and Pecco is quick to get into the apartment, and once he’s in he tries to calm down. He’s not going to jerk off to a guy he saw at a mechanic shop for a grand total of ten minutes, no. It’s just wrong and disrespectful. That guy doesn’t know him and he’s sure he wouldn’t like knowing some random guy jerked off to him because he saw him shirtless.

He walks to the guest bathroom and strips, steps into the shower and turns the cold water on, he’ll just try and let it die down, he has no intention of having a wank thinking about him. Marco Luca said, it’s a beautiful name.

No, no, he has to think of other things, not him, everything else, anything else is ok but not him.

He has to stay under the water flow for ten good minutes before his erection calms down, and he thanks every god in existence he didn’t give in to his obvious excitement.

He changes into clean clothes and throws the ones he wore until now in the washing machine, and goes laying on the bed.

“Marco”

Well, it’s not like he’s got anything to lose if he looks him up right? Marco. Bez. He can try a combination of those on insta. He opens the social media and instantly switches to his fake account, he really can’t risk liking one of that guy’s pictures while he stalks him using his public account.

He types down Marcobez, and well, there’s a curly guy with a perfect nose as the first result. He quickly taps it and he starts looking through his posts. How many shirtless pictures can one person have? Not even Quartararo has so many.

There's a few pictures of him on his bike, some of him at the beach, there’s one with Cele. There’s one where he’s doing pull ups on a wall bar, shirtless, in a gym.

Yeah no, he has to stop snooping through his profile because he’d risk getting hard again. Just…just one more post maybe, just one. It can’t be that bad right?

It is. It's really really really bad. He’s wearing a sparkly top, one clearly design for women, and sunglasses, he’s on a beach, in front of some Chiringuito surely on the Riviera, hugging - two guys he really can’t define, one is touching his chest, the other is screaming the lyrics to the song playing on the background.

Yeah. No he’s definitely hard again. For fuck’s sake no. No he - he can’t. But there’s no one home, and no one would know, right? Only him. He can keep it a secret. Sure. He can lie and tell Luca he just had a cold shower. Yeah. 

He needs lube.

He stands up from the bed and sneaks in Luca’s bedroom, taking the small bottle from the drawer where he found it when he and Luca fucked the other day, and quickly walks back to the guest room.

Pecco takes off his pants and boxers in one go, not bothering to get completely naked, it’s really no use. He turns off the phone, and just replays the video in his head, alongside with the sight he had at the shop and the many shirtless pictures. He saw the piercing in those, fuck.

He squirts some lube on his fingers and heats it up, then slides a finger in, easily enough, biting at his lip, as if someone could hear him finger himself.

He’s quick in adding a second finger, he doesn’t want to lose time, he just needs to get this sensation out of his system.

“Fuck”

He’s visualizing the one picture at the beach where he’s flexing his biceps, fucking hell are those arms legal? Definitely not, they could kill him if wrapped around his neck, he’s pretty positive of it.

Once he thrusts a third finger inside he’s just burning with anticipation, he doesn’t know why, he probably didn’t think he would’ve hooked up with Luca, but he has a dildo in his suitcase, and oh my is he going to use it.

He just keeps opening himself until he’s sure he can slide the toy in without it hurting, because yeah he wants this madness to be over, but he wants this to be good.

He takes out his fingers and rolls over to open his suitcase, moving a few clothes around to find the dildo, and quickly laying back on the bed, partying his legs and bending them to be more comfortable.

He pours some lube on the toy as well, coating it fully before pushing it inside, and it’s clear pretty quickly he’s not going to last. Like at all. He starts thrusting the dildo in and out immediately, not taking it all in at first try, but slowly fucking it deeper and deeper.

The idea of that guy in his bed, because now he’s thinking about it, it’s simply overwhelming, he’s sure he’d get pinned down on the mattress and fucked so good he’d even forget his championship chances next year are going to drop drastically.

He’s seen his hands as well, a gift from god for sure, there’s no way those fingers aren’t heaven on heart once he gets them to use, they’re simply perfect even just by looking at them.

“Oh fuck fuck”

He gasps as he hits his prostate, a shiver running through his spine and making him arch his back slightly, not slowing down the pace or decreasing the depth of his thrusts.

It takes him a whole other two minutes of thrusting and thinking about those arms to cum, embarrassingly a lot, all over his stomach, and once he slides the dildo out he can’t hold back a noise of discomfort because of the sudden emptiness.

Well, he won’t have to see him again, so it’s not going to be embarrassing.

••• 

When Luca gets to work and parks he starts to think. What’s he gonna wear tonight? He could go for a plain black tee or for a Roma jersey shirt. Mh. Ah no, right, the jersey is not wearable anymore, he got in a - altercation - with some Lazio fans last month, he came out of it with his shirt torn and he didn’t think about buying a new one.

He’ll go for a white or black t-shirt then, whatever will be fine, they’re not going to any special place anyway.

He gets into the elevator and presses the last floor, one of his secretaries comes rushing in, panting and red in the face. When she sees him she starts stuttering and saying she’s sorry for being late but her bus broke down and she couldn’t get a taxi in the messy traffic so she basically ran for almost two kilometers.

“Don’t worry Marta, really, it happens, I saw there was heavy traffic, and you’re one of the most hard working people here, so no need to write you up because you’re late one time” “Thanks, I just - woah yeah I need some water” “I’ll walk you, I don’t need you fainting ok?” “Thank you”

The two walk out the elevator door and towards the vending machine, Luca pays for her water and Marta thanks him once again. If he wasn’t gay as a rainbow he’d probably ask her out. She’s cute, smart and very kind.

“Do you want a cup and some sugar to drink the water?” “No no I’m fine like this, you’ve been kind enough already” “No worries” “You look happier than other days today boss, is it someone? If - if you don’t mind me asking of course”

Luca smiles a bit and sits on one of the chairs beside the vending machine.

“Don’t mind at all, yes I met someone, he makes me happy” “Well, that’s the important thing, I gotta go now, thanks again for the water”

He hears someone clearing his throat behind him, and when he turns he sees Mig standing with a stack of papers in hand.

“A new case, they asked for you specifically” “Ok let’s go, what’s it about?” “An s.r.l., they’re trying to kick out the leadership…this guy because he wants to hire new staff but the other two say it’d be too great of an expense, and by the way, I’ve seen the salaries of their workers and their facturate. They can greatly afford two more people, it’d lessen the workload on the other employees” “Is the guy here?” “Yes” “Are you ok Andre? You look - a bit tired” “Ah so you do notice when people look like shit”

Luca stops in the middle of the corridor, and Mig turns around. He really doesn’t want to fight with him over Cele.

“What’s going on” “I’m sure you know, the client’s there” “Andre” “Don’t act like you care Luca” “You’re being cold to me and it’s unlike you” “Don’t worry, I’m sure the new kid can heat you up just fine”

And with that, he leaves the papers in Luca’s hands and walks away. Yeah. Great. Now he’s gotta deal with this too. Amazing. Fucking brilliant. Mig knows there’s no ground for a relationship between them, or in general between Luca and any person on earth. He was clear about it, and it’s not his fault Mig caught feelings.

He spends more than an hour with this guy, he says how there’s a contract that specifies that unless some illicit act is done by one of the three owners of the company it is impossible to kick one out, but they aren’t following it, and trying to kick him out on the streets.

It should be an easy case: bring to court the papers, show the contract, file a compensation fine, and work out the sum or make a deal not to make the other two pay and hire the two people his client wants.

He greets the client on his way out and then tries to relax in his chair. He grabs his cigs and goes on the balcony, lighting one up and starting to smoke, slowly, like he always does. He doesn't even pretend he’s doing it to alleviate the stress anymore, he just likes smoking and despite knowing it’s shit for his health he doesn’t intend to stop.

There are two more clients that day, one coming forward for what she calls an “unfair succession act” and the other wanting to separate from his wife amicably.

Not difficult cases at least, he starts working on the first one and by the end of the day he’s done almost half of the legal required documents he’ll need in court.

Then there’s a knock on his door, and he just knows it’s Mig.

“Come in, door’s unlocked” “The guy you fired last week’s suing you for unlawful firing” “Amazing. Give me the papers” “Says he’s never done anything wrong and that you fired him because he wouldn’t sleep with you” “Oh fuck off seriously?” “That’s what he said”

He takes a look at the papers and decides he’s going to thoroughly read them tomorrow, he doesn’t have the time or mind to be late now, he has to pick up Cele from work in one hour thirty, still has to go home, shower, change and drive there and then to the pizzeria.

“Thanks Andre” “No problem, it’s my job, no?

Sometimes he feels bad for Mig. Not just because he got rejected and now works for him, but because he fell for him. It must be some sort of self harm for sure, because no self-loving person would ever feel like that towards him. He’s not a good party, he’s a drinker, a smoker, an emotionally unavailable person, he’s got anger issues Mig very well knows about and he’s an asshole in general.

“I have to go now, see you on Monday” “See you”

Mig walks back out and Luca lets out a groan. He just hopes Mig won’t take it out on Cele, because he doesn’t have any kind of fault in this mess, and he’s also unaware of the fact he had another one just like him up until half a year ago.

He gets his car keys and walks out, then starts driving home, where he knows there should be pecco, but who will probably be asleep. He knows Pecco doesn’t sleep enough for the kind of exercise and training he does, so getting a good dose of sleep while he can it’s a good thing.

He’ll have to ask why he argued with Uccio eventually, but maybe he’ll wait another day or two, there’s no reason to put pressure on him right now.

•••

Cele is basically vibrating when the clock hits eight, they’ve got a shower in the changing room, and this time he brought along a decent change of clothes, Luca said nothing fancy, they’re watching a football game after all, but he at least tries, dressing in a polo and a pair of black jeans that Bez said “compliment your ass”.

Bez seems a bit out of it today, he knows he’ll go to his parents this sunday, and that his relatives will bombard him with questions about his personal life, a girlfriend, marriage, kids. He tried to cheer him up telling him at least he’ll see his sisters, and that worked a bit at least, Bez loves his sisters and he’s always happy when he meets them.

“So, tonight you’re finally consuming?” “Can the word consuming be any more of a turn-off?” “Mr lawyer maybe says it” “You’re a dickhead, you know that?” “You adore me Celin, especially because I'm a dickhead”

Cele rolls his eyes and starts dressing up, when he hears the engine of the M4 approaching.

He’s here. He puts on his shoes and Bez laughs at him because he almost falls face first to the ground to be fast in putting them on.

“Don’t be this fast tonight eh Celin” “Dickhead” “You’ll be giving his dick head” “I’m killing you” “Try”

Luca’s waiting outside the car on his phone when Cele walks up beside him, greeting him, and Luca just kisses him quickly on the mouth. Cele still has to get used to this, Luca kissing him, Luca and him. Luca.

“You’re dressed as a normal person I’m shocked” “Would’ve worn the jersey but eh, got into an accident a while ago” “An accident?” “A fight. At the derby, I went to Roma for the derby with some friends, met some fascists from the Lazio corner, and yeah, you can suppose the rest” “You won?” “Of course”

He really shouldn’t imagine Luca fist fighting those guys right now, or Luca with bruises, or Luca with a bloody nose. Can someone be hot while actively bleeding? He’s sure Luca can.

The drive to the pizzeria is short, less than 10 minutes, and they’re there by 8.30, the owner very clearly knows Luca, because they seem to talk like friends.

He asks about Cele, Luca says he’s his boyfriend, which sounds weird, because he knows he actually isn’t, even if he pretends to be for the sake of the media and shit.

They are given a nice table form where they can watch the game comfortably, and Cele can’t help but think Luca dressed not in formal clothes looks really really good. It gives him a sense of ease, he doesn’t know why, probably because he feels like he belongs this way.

“Who’s starting?” “Oh fuck I forgot to watch the line-ups, but I think for sure Dobvyk and Elsha, then probably Dybala and yeah no I don’t have any idea” “Rooting for you by the way, if you win against Atalanta they’ll be uhm yeah fourth and we’ll end up the season in third, so Champions League” “We’re barely in Europa zone, please don’t turn the knife in the wound”

Cele raises his hands, contemplating his line-up for fantacalcio he has going on with Franky and a few other mechanics, not Bez, he doesn’t understand a thing about football, when he tried to explain offside during a match the only thing Bez would say was: “i just know they have to score, and that that guy’s cute”. He was talking about Locatelli. Of course. Cele preferred Yildiz if he had to decide on looks, but Locatelli’s fine too.

As any gay guy cheering for Juventus he had the biggest crush ever on Dybala and Buffon growing up, but now Dybala’s at Roma, and he’s not going back. Maybe they’re getting back Morata though.

Luca watches the line-ups, he doesn’t like the mister putting Mancini on the field, but likes that he puts Çelik, so it’s a fifty fifty.

"Are you selling Chiesa? We could need someone like him” “Oh no fuck off leave him to us!” “Could need him” “You already stole Paulo, no” “We didn’t steal anyone, he came to us, and as I said to Pe- to my friend already, he’s much better off with us” “I will never agree with you on this, you know that?” “I’ll survive”

They order, Luca gets a Margherita with crudo, Cele a boscaiola. As soon as the match starts Luca is completely taken by it, commenting on each action and mistake, even when the food arrives he switches his attention from the food to the tv to the food to cele to the tv.

When Dybala - of all players - scores, Luca stands up from his seat cheering, and Cele really can’t help but stare, because when Luca gets up and raises his arms his shirt rides up, and Cele can very clearly see his v-line and happy trail. That V-line is just as illegal as the rest of him, good god how much does he work out? And when? Does he have a gym at home? He definitely has it, he knows rich people have it in their home, and Luca must have it, oh god he could watch him train, he’s sure he could just die from the sight.

Luca sits back down and smiles at Cele, who reciprocates, still very much thinking about what he just saw. He either gets to suck him off tonight or he’s going to go crazy, the happy trail as well, attractive like a mine of gold.

•••

“Rubik! Let go of my shoe! Give it back!” “Your dog listens less than you do” “Instead of being a dick can you help me Ale? Rubik!” “Rubik come here, I’ve got a treat, come here, when he comes here you block him from behind and take the shoe” “ok” “Good Rubik, good, now!”

Bez blocks the dog and forces his shoe out his mouth, looking at it disgusted because it’s covered in dog saliva. Ale laughs, giving a confused Rubik his treat, patting him on the head and helping Bez clean the shoe.

Bez still laments he has to go home for the day after, he really doesn’t want to, they’re gonna submerge him with questions he’s given an answer to millions of times already, he’s fine with Rubik right now, he doesn’t have anyone he can confidently say he likes, he loves being single, he has no obligations and he can eat whatever he wants whenever he wants and just chill at home or go to a bar.

“If they ask me about why I don’t go back with Chiara again I swear I’m drinking myself to death” “They still ask? Didn’t you tell them she cheated?” “Yeah, but they say she’s a nice girl and that she always greets them when they meet, and that she regrets doing it” “Just tell them you hate her” “I tried, they still ask. Or they ask about Greta, why I stopped going out with her” “Maybe because you found out one month into the relationship she already had a boyfriend and you were the lover?”

Bez screams on a cushion, and Rubik barks.

“I just - ugh if I could just find a guy I really like and get together with him it’d be perfect, they still refuse to acknowledge I’m bi, I want to shove it in their faces” “Didn’t you introduce them to Edo?” “Nah, we broke up before I could do it, and three months later you two were together, so” “I think you’ll find someone, don’t worry”

Ale says bye, and takes Rubik, he’s staying with him and Edo tomorrow, because Bez’s uncle apparently is allergic to dogs, so he can’t bring him along. He’ll miss him, but he’ll survive.

•••

The match is over, it ends with a 2-1 in favor of Roma, and each time a player scored, made a foul, or did anything remotely worth of a reaction Luca stood up, arms in the air. Cele counted 34 times. 34 times where Luca stood up and his t-shirt rode up his body, revealing his damn V-line and happy trail. 34 times Cele almost died from sight alone.

“Do you want a dessert Cele? The tiramisù here is amazing” “Uhm yeah why not”

Luca calls the waiter over and asks for two portions, which immediately arrive, and Cele has to admit, it’s really good, but what’s far better is the forever tattooed memory of Luca’s abs that resides in his mind.

If he doesn’t get to suck him off tonight he fears he might go crazy, for real, because Luca is simply the picture perfect man. 

They still talk a bit, about Cele’s upcoming exam, which will be next thursday, him lamenting how awful the professor is, Luca cheering him on, saying he’s sure he’ll do great, and Cele smiling and thanking him. Luca then gets up to pay and tells Cele to follow, saying he’ll drive him home.

He could ask him to come over, to fuck, to spend the night. Stay up the whole night just having sex, ask Luca to just completely destroy him. But Luca mentions something about being tired and having to wake up early, and Cele doesn’t want to be selfish.

So he just climbs in the car once they get out and waits for his home street to come. The problem is he simply can’t forget Luca’s body, and now his hands are gripping the steering wheel in a way that makes him want to be that steering wheel.

“Luca?” “Yes?” “Can we stop at that lay-by?” “Why? Are you feeling bad? Do you need to throw up?” “No no, just - stop there”

Luca complies and stops, lighting all the blinkers and waiting for Cele’s explanation to this stop. Cele is fast at undoing his seat belt and grabbing Luca’s face to kiss him as if his life depends on it, breathing hard and moving one hand to rest on Luca’s thigh, squeezing it a bit.

Once they break away Luca is a bit taken aback, he thought Cele would be more shy, or reserved, or whatever.

“Ce-” “Can I suck you off? I like really really want to do it” “I mean, be my guest please”

Luca undoes his own belt, but lets Cele do the work on the rest, unzipping his jeans and when he thinks Cele’s gonna just straight up suck him off the younger starts kissing his dick through the boxers, teasing, making him impatient.

He really takes his time, even looking up at Luca through his stupid long eyelashes, brown eyes filled with lust.

“Don’t tease bimbo it’s not nice” “Can’t handle it?” “I prefer getting down to business immediately”

Cele obeys, but just because he wants this so bad it makes him stupider than he normally is.

He tugs down Luca’s boxers completely which causes the older to groan and bite his lip a bit.

Cele stays still for a second, yes he thought Luca was big, but not like, not this big.

“Fucking hell" “What?” “You’re huge” ”I- I mean you don’t- not whole if-“ “Shut up”

Cele starts kissing the tip of Luca’s dick, slowly making its way down, torturing him so sweetly and perfectly Luca doesn’t even mind the teasing anymore.

Until Cele starts playing around more, licking stripes up his cock, teasing just the tip, pressing his tongue in the slit.

He’s weak for blowies, he’s always been, especially if the guy doing it is so keen on giving him this much pleasure.

Cele smears on Luca’s tip the bit of precum already coming out to make his work easier, but lets some saliva drip from his mouth for good measure, if he wants Luca to remember the first blowjob of the many he hopes to give him Cele wants it to be a good memory.

Luca gets his hand in Cele’s hair and pulls a bit, making him smile.

He finally gets his mouth on him, and the show begins. He moves agonizingly slowly, taking it inch by inch, stopping at half and going back up, smearing more precum and going down once more.

He knows he can’t realistically take it all in one go, not just yet at least, so he uses one hand to cover the part he can’t reach with his mouth and strokes it in time with the movement of his head, which are not quick at all, because he really likes teasing and most of all, he likes the idea he’s teasing Luca.

“Fuck Cele you’re good”

He can’t really answer with Luca’s dick in his mouth, so he just hums in approval, and that results in Luca letting out a soft whimper, so he decides he needs to hear it again, slightly moaning around Luca’s cock, and quickening his movements a bit.

With each movement he goes more and more down, he’s missing just a little from taking it in whole, and good God does he want to do it.

Before that though, he really wants to fuck up Luca’s mind, so he just goes back up and teases him again, pressing his tongue in the slit, tasting the salty precum and enjoying how amazing Luca sounds.

He’s moaning and panting, his hold on Cele’s hair is already so strict, he’s thrown his head back and closed his eyes. Damn, Cele wanted to see them. Well too bad, he’ll see them another time.

“Jesus Christ Cele do you want me to die?” “No, I want you to remember this as the best blowjob you ever got” “Right now this is pretty much in Top 3 on the list” “Gonna make it top 1 then”

Cele goes back to work, stroking Luca’s dick a few times before going down on it again, and this time, even though very slowly, he manages to take him whole, staying still at the base for something like three seconds before starting to move.

He can feel it in his fucking throat God’s sake, and Luca doesn’t stop moaning, he could just cum from this honestly, he’s done it before, but he tries to hold back, it’d be really embarrassing and he also wants to cum because Luca touches him, even just a wank is good, but something.

Cele just keeps going, almost choking a few times, but manages to breathe through his nose and ends up doing good, meanwhile Luca is not doing good at all, he’s dying basically. He lied before, this blowie is already top 1, fuck it’s even better than top 1, it’s just incredible, it seems like Cele knows what gets him dumb and just does it, it’s as if he’s reading his goddamn mind.

He just keeps moaning and panting, if someone stopped by to see what was going on and if they needed help they’d find Luca on the verge of coming and Cele just going and going, and despite it being certainly a good sight he really doesn’t want this to happen.

He grips Cele’s hair even more then looks down where he’s getting sucked off and fuck it’s amazing.

Maybe he's overwhelmed and he sees this in another light but God Cele’s like the Totti of blowies.

“Ah fuck fuck fuck Cele I- God fuck I’m going to cum if you don’t stop”

Cele doesn’t stop, he just keeps going, determined to make Luca cum in his throat and completely fuck up his brain chemistry.

Five seconds later Cele feels the older’s release running down his throat, making him choke a bit and cough as he lets go of his leaking dick, trying to get back some air before Luca pulls him in for another heated kiss.

Luca can taste himself on Cele’s tongue, who’s moaning as they kiss, both with their hands in the other’s hair, pulling lightly, tugging, messing them.

Once they break away Luca has to gain back his breath, looking down at his dick and tugging it back in.

When he’s done he turns towards Cele, who’s clearly hard in his pants, he can see the bulge, and it would be extremely rude of him not to do something about it.

“Was it top 1 then?” “Fuck yes” “Perfect” “Want me to jerk you off? it looks uncomfortable” “Please yes”

Cele unzips his pants, tugging them down so they reach half his thigh, and moves his boxers so he can get his dick free.

Luca wastes no time in starting to stroke Cele’s dick using precum to make his strokes smoother, then attacking Cele’s lips and letting him moan in his mouth, swallowing every sound he makes.

“Fuck”

Luca picks up the pace, stroking faster and faster and occasionally brushing his thumb over the slit just like Cele did while sucking him off, and it gets the reaction he needs 

Cele is on the moon, Luca’s hands are - fuck they’re just like he imagined them to be, skilled, slim and pretty smooth, his palm is a bit rougher than Cele thought it would be, maybe because he rides bikes, so they get damaged.

Well who the hell cares, the important thing is that he’s getting jerked off by this stupidly hot man who he just sucked off and he’s doing it amazingly.

He feels Luca’s lips on his neck, at first just leaving soft kisses and brushing on his throat to tease, then, he feels teeth, and the kisses become more and more demanding.

Oh God he’s giving him a hickey.

Luca stops his artwork just to go back kissing him, it’s maybe too much tongue, way too much, but Cele doesn’t care right now, he was close while he was giving him head already, now he’s basically there.

He moans Luca’s name in a way that makes the older want to hear him say it like that every time they meet, and he gives the final strokes to his dick, making him come all over his fist.

Luckily he doesn’t get the car seat dirty, cause that would’ve been shit to clean, then he grabs a towel tucked into the space in front of cele and cleans up his hand, tossing it in the back as Cele recomposes himself.

“You are-“

before Cele can continue Luca’s lips are once again against his, and maybe he just imagines it, but it feels like Luca’s smiling.

They break away and stay silent and still for a bit, until Luca turns towards Cele, who’s still blushing a bit, and calls for him.

“What?” “I’m going to get on the road to get you home ok?” “Oh. I thought you wanted to go to your house, yeah you know since we just - sorry” “No no don’t be sorry Cele, I won’t lie I would like a lot to take you home and have sex but I am waking up at like 5 in the morning and I really need to get some decent amount of sleep” “Work?” “I have business outside the city, so I’ll be out all day, but don’t worry if you need something just call me ok? Actually just - take this, it should still have something like 10k on it, have fun at the mall”

Cele stares at the credit card in his hand, and can’t believe what he just heard, he’s just been given 10k for a day. Luca is still driving, they’re gonna be at Cele’s in 10 judging by the roundabout they just passed.

“It’s a lot Luca, I know what the contract states, but this is a lot” “I know you are not gonna spend them all in one go, but with this you don’t have to just look at an expensive thing you really want and then give up on buying it, treat yourself, eat in a nice place, you can invite Bez if you want, that card is yours, you can offer things to him” “Bez is back in his hometown this sunday, I’m alone, but you mean it? I can get anything? Can I get the 800€ Lego set of the Millenium Falcon?” “Of course” “Can I buy mangas?” “Everything. you. want. Consider this a contract signature bonus” “Thanks. Like - really” “Don’t worry bimbo I enjoy this”

Still with that pet name, it sounds so different when Luca says it, it feels right, not belittling, or insulting like it would if it was someone else calling him like that.

They arrive at his house, but Cele doesn’t want to go back home alone, he wants to stay with Luca, not just to have sex, just stay with him, maybe watch him while he works, eat with him, and then yes, have sex of course, but later.

He bites the inside of his cheek and bites his lip, Luca just leans over to kiss him, and they say goodbye, Cele walks up the stairs and into his apartment, tossing himself on the couch, still not fully believing he got both to suck Luca off and have 10k on a credit card.

If this isn't a jackpot he doesn’t know what it is.

•••

On Sunday morning, Bez wakes up already tired, he wants his dog, and to go out with Cele to smoke and talk shit, and see Edo and Ale and listen to them talk about stupid things. But no. Family time.

He scoffs and grabs his phone, charger and a change of clothes in case he needs them. While taking his phone he sees a string of four or five texts from Cele, and decides he still has 10 spare minutes to have a look.

First two messages are just “bro bro bro”, the third gives the real tea “I sucked him off, Bez he’s at least 20 not joking” the fourth, “oh look what he did” and immediately after the fifth text, a picture of his neck. With a hickey, a dark and clearly fresh hickey standing proud right there, where no shirt or sweatshirt would cover, made on purpose, Cele is one lucky bastard.

He texts back with “told you he was big” and “he looks good at marking you, is he possessive?” He’ll see the answers once he’s at his parents’, right now he has to climb in the car and set the navigator, he never remembers which highway exit to take when he has to go home.

The drive to Viserba is filled with him singing along to the songs in his playlist and the thought of doing a U turn and going back to Bologna, but no, he promised, he promised Silvia and Laura, he will not let his sisters down.

He calls Laura when he’s twenty minutes away, but she doesn’t answer. Odd. He calls again, no answer. Maybe she’s helping their mother in the kitchen, no big deal. He calls Silvia, and she answers.

“Oi tell Laura to check her phone, called her twice and she didn’t answer, is she with mom?” “Laura’s not here Marco, she’s on holiday with her new guy” “...What” “Yeah it was a sudden thing, she called like - yesterday I think, and told mom she wouldn’t be here today” “So let me get this straight, I drive from Bologna home, to be with people I can’t fucking stand asking me shit about my personal life, and I agree to do it just because the two of you are there, just to find out ten minutes before parking Laura’s not there?”

There’s silence for a bit, he can hear his father in the background asking about him, and one of his uncles chatting with him.

“I thought she told you Marco, but hey, I’m here, we can just pretend we’re going to have a talk and run away to the beach” “I didn’t want to sound rude to you, sorry, I’m here by the way, just - yeah I just hope they can mind their fucking business” “They already asked me when I’m getting pregnant sooooo I don’t think they will”

Bez lets out a breath and gets down the car, locking it as he walks to the entrance, Silvia running out to hug him while he just walks up to his parents and greets them, his relatives are all there, and he can see the judgement in their eyes.

They all know who he likes, and despite pretending to be fine with it, Bez knows they bad mouth him as soon as he turns around. He’s heard them, more than once, and he didn’t care too much, but it was still annoying.

“He should find a nice girl and settle for life” “He should find a real job and give up his stupid dream of working in MotoGP” “Back in my days such things didn’t exist, you were either normal or a fag, now he’s what? Half and half? Why do kids these days need to create such idiotic things? If he brings home a man I’m sure as hell not staying in the same room as them”

They were stupid bigoted comments, but still, hearing people call his dream stupid or him a fag or whatever were not nice, he can tune them out most of the times, but in the long run they hurt, they settle in his brain somewhere ready to explode.

“Marco, do you want to help me with the seasoning for the bruschette?” “Yes ok, I’ll be there mom”

He follows his mother to the kitchen, and starts cutting up the tomatoes, while she prepares the seasoning and his dad looks for carbonella.

“Marco” “Mh?” “Is there really no one you can bring here? Your aunts have been expecting you to have a girlfriend by now, and honestly, I’ve been too, you’re 25, you should start thinking about this” “I tried mom ok? I just - there’s no one that really interest me right now, I tried going out with this guy but he stopped texting me so it went to hell” “Marco about this, can’t you…can’t you just try and find a girl? You like them, no? Just look for a girl, not for a guy”

Bez stops what he’s doing, turning towards his mother. His relatives he might not give a fuck what they think or say, but his mother? That’s another thing completely.

“Why? What if - if tomorrow I find the love of my life and it’s a man, what then huh? You told me you loved me no matter who I’d bring home, as long as they make me happy. You supported me when I told you about being scared of telling dad, you - why are you saying this now?”

His mother places the bowl with seasoning on the counter, turning around to face Bez, who’s clearly trying not to cry, and she feels bad, but can't help going on.

“I’m just saying, it would be easier. Here there’s always a few girls who ask me when you are coming back for holidays, if you’re single, how long you are staying. And I’m sure in Bologna there’s lots of girls as well, why don’t you look for one and just be happy?” “I’m not having this talk mom. I’m finished here, I’ll go see if dad needs help with the barbecue”

A few hours pass, it’s time to finally eat, Bez is sitting between Silvia and one of his younger cousins, who’s probably 18 or 19, he doesn’t even remember, he’s just hungry, and grabs a few costine from the plate where the meat has been placed.

He doesn’t speak, just eats, and this part is fine, he’s fine, still thinking about his mother’s words but fine, no one’s spoken up about the lack of a +1 from his side yet and he hopes this will be the rhythm of the day.

•••

Pecco is walking in circles, Luca is out of the city for work, he’s home alone, he can’t go out yet and he still hasn’t told Luca anything about what happened.

Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe he should live with the guilt and the embarrassment for the rest of his life as a punishment, maybe he should never think about it again.

Which is complicated, because that shit was good, better than the majority of it he’s had in general.

But it was also as wrong as the Sun rising from West and setting East. It was wrong on so many levels he doesn’t even know how the fuck it happened. Well no, he does know, and he remembers how he felt during it, but he still shouldn’t have done it.

He has to call him, because he should know he’s gonna tell Luca. He picks up his phone and dials the number, it rings a few times before it gets picked up.

“Oh, Pecco, finally, been wondering when you’d call” “I - uhm I am sorry I ran like that but - yeah I’m at Luca’s now, been here for a few days, I’m getting a hotel room tomorrow” “Nice. You haven’t told him anything, right? Wouldn’t want him going crazy over one small thing.

Pecco breathes in and out, building courage to say something.

“It’s not a small thing Vale, it’s not at all” “It wasn’t a big deal Pecco, it happens, that’s it” “I’m telling Luca. I don’t know when precisely but this week for sure”

He hears commotion in the background and Vale standing up from the chair he was sat on, walking the stairs up to his room.

“You are absolutely not telling him that. I forbid you from doing it” “How would you do that? I’m an adult I make my decisions” “Will you tell him this as well? That it was you who asked, no sorry, begged, because you said you were an adult making choices? Huh? Will you Pecco? Or will you act like a poor victim who got deviated by me?”

Pecco stays silent. Vale’s right, he was the one to ask, he was the one saying it was his decision and his business what he wanted to do. It was kinda his fault.

“I will, I shouldn't even tell you, but I figured it would be nice” “You won’t, it’s our business, not his” “Oh is it? Is it our business? Because it didn’t seem our business when Uccio barged in a moment after we finished fucking and he started yelling at me. It didn’t seem our business when you stayed silent as that asshole yelled at me while I was trying to dress back up and was scared as fuck he would beat me up”

He takes a breath, then he goes again. He’s not letting this one slide.

“It didn’t seem our business when you let your friend call me a whore and a grid slut. And you didn’t defend me when he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the floor. I still have the bruise, you know?” “It shouldn’t have happened Pecco, and it’s our business to act like it never did” “No. I’m telling him. If this jeopardizes my relationship with Luca I’ll make peace with it, but I’m not keeping for me that you and me fucked, I can’t, not with him”

Vale closes the call, and Pecco stays with his phone in hand a bit, before sitting back down on the couch and starting to bite at his nails furiously.

It’s going to be a huge fucking mess.

•••

At the third question about his love life Bez has had enough, he wants them all to shut the fuck up and never bother him again, because they’re all so fucking loud and their words overlap, they all talk together, over one another, the words don’t make sense, nothing makes sense.

Silvia drags him out the table and into the living room, pretending he’s going to just calm him down and come back in a minute. She knows when her brother is getting overwhelmed, he’s seen him react more than once, he’s seen him explode, cry, and get violent once.

She knows perfectly if he’s going to have an anxiety attack of a meltdown, and this is very much a meltdown.

“Marco. Oi, You’re on the couch, I’m here, they’re outside, take your hands off your ears come on”

Bez obeys, but he’s got tears in his eyes, he knows they’re gonna call him a freak, just because he sometimes can’t take that many people talking all together and especially if directed at him, he just can’t.

“We’re going to the beach ok? We can talk a bit in peace or stay silent up to you alright? Get up now i’m not dragging your ass to destination”

He follows his sister, slamming the door behind them and walking the short distance to the place they go on these occasions. A small dune they sit on top of, and just chat, and relax.

“I hate them” “Thay’re idiots” “Mom…mom told me I should ignore my feelings for guys and go for a girl” “That sucks. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone beside you and Lau”

Bez scoffs, he remembers when Silva came to him one night, and asked him how he knew he liked boys as well as girls. He had told her he just knew, that he had feelings for a guy, that he thought actors were hot and also actresses.

She had told him she didn’t think boys were cute, that they were actually ugly. Bez had hugged her and reassured her, then secretly taken her to Bologna Pride Parade, where he had met Franco, and two years later, Cele.

“You know, I met someone. She’s cute, and funny. She’s smart and I honestly think this could go very well” “Name?” “Luisa” “Cute. And how old is the woman dating my sister?” “She’s your age don’t worry, she’s from Cattolica”

Bez hums, Silvia shows him a picture, the girl is nice, the type of girl he would go for honestly, and she seems a good person, at least from the few texts Silvia shows him. And he should be happy, because his sister found a girlfriend, because she is clearly happy, and because he is not in a bad situation, financially or work-like speaking.

“You know, Celin’s found someone too” “The boy from Torino? Oh I remember him, he was so sweet!” “Yeah, he’s with this lawyer, filthy rich, tall, blonde and blue eyed” “Well he has an eye for guys for sure” “They look good together”

They stay silent again, Bez takes a cigarette and lights it, starting to smoke it despite Silvia’s admonishing gaze. He knows it’s not a good thing for his health, but honestly who cares, he needs to relax, and this does the work.

“I think there’s something wrong with me” “What do you mean?” “I’ve got no one, no one interests me, I am 25 I should - I should’ve found someone already fuck’s sake” “You will Marco” “What if I’ll be alone for the rest of my life? What if no one wants to have to deal with me and I end up lonely and sad?”

Bez is on the verge of crying, and Silvia notices, hugging him and letting him rest his head on her leg, stroking his hair and reassuring him quietly.

They stay there one more hour, chatting, before deciding to head back home.

•••

“Luca? Luca, are you in there?”

Pecco is knocking at Luca’s bedroom door,  and he finally hears some noise from the other side of the door. Luca just woke up, and wonders why the fuck is Pecco already dressed.

“Lu! Finally” “Why are you dressed to go out?” “Don’t you remember? You promised to drive me to the Ranch so I can get my bike and we go on a ride together” “Oh god. Yeah yeah let me get changed” “If you don’t want to see Vale that’s ok eh, i’ll go grab it alone and you’ll sit in the car”

Luca nods, and starts looking for normal clothes to wear, he calls in the office and says he won’t be in until later in the afternoon, then closes the call and walks to the kitchen, Pecco makes toasts. Better than nothing he guesses.

They eat mostly in silence, only words spent are to call over Sissy and give her some food, then they both put on shoes and get on the Wrangler.

“You sure you’re ok with coming along?” “I promised, so yes”

They talk a bit about everything and nothing, Luca tells him a bit more about Cele, and Pecco breaks the ice asking him if they already fucked.

“I am a gentleman Pecco, I at least wait the second dinner” “Such a old fashioned guy I see” “Yeah the second dinner is this evening” “I take it back, but you didn’t do anything? I mean nothing happened?”

Luca goes a bit read, and Pecco starts to tease him about it, asking him to tell him more, Luca telling him to fuck off and Pecco asking again. He wants to know what his best friend does after all.

“He gave me head, and I jerked him off, nothing over the lines” “At his? You didn’t bring him home yet, no?” “Actually we were in the M4” “In the- Lucaaaaa you’re evolving taste” “Oh shut up, we didn’t fuck”

Pecco laughs still, Luca usually doesn’t do anything outside his house, or the office maybe, but he’s still not sure of that, one never knows when he’s needed, and being interrupted mid-fuck cause a client needs help is not the best thing ever.

“Was he good? Or nah?” “I never had someone suck me off so well in my life Pecco” “Ouch. Thanks eh” “No offense man but - God he was something else” “Yeah please don’t get hard now thank you” “I can control myself mr ‘I got hard watching a guy take his shirt off at a mechanic shop’” “Shut the fuck up”

They don’t talk much the rest of the drive, Pecco almost falling asleep a few times, Luca focusing on the road and how to actively not meet Vale in any way once they’re at the Ranch.

When he parks, he stays in the car, there’s Vale and Uccio waiting for Pecco, and yeah he knows him and Uccio fought, but there’s a weird vibe around Pecco’s and Vale’s short interaction, there’s tension, heaviness.

Maybe it’s just because Pecco and Uccio had a discussion, who knows. The only time he climbs down the car is to help Pecco load the bike on it, a beautiful Ducati Monster which Pecco cherishes like an infant.

There’s a quick nod exchange between Luca and Vale, nothing less nothing more. Acknowledgement, this is what they’ve reduced themselves to.

When they get back home they immediately go for a ride, Pecco is supposed to arrive in town today, so there’s no problem in being seen now.

The ride is nice, they pass each other on the street a few too many times, but in the end they’re fine, and they get back home.

“If you ever have problems on this while you stay here, go to this shop, ask for Cele, you see how he made my Panigale run perfectly” “Will do”

They get back inside, Pecco’s suitcase already done for his transfer to the Hotel he should be in from today until friday. He needs to tell Luca now. It’s either now or never in his life. He’s here he has the chance, he knows hiding it will only eat him alive.

“Lu?” “Mh” “Can we talk for a sec?” “Yeah sure”

They sit at the kitchen table, Pecco biting his nails while Luca tells him to stop and speak instead. He’s scared, how will Luca react? Not well that’s for certain, but what can he expect?

“I told you I fought with Uccio, no? We argued” “Yes” “Didn’t tell you why” “Are you planning on doing it now?”

Pecco nods, looking away, then at Luca, away again and once again at Luca. He must know. He’s his best friend. He must know it won’t happen again. Ever.

“He walked in on me and, and Vale, having sex"

Luca stays silent, a huge veil, heavy and thick, lays on top of them, he looks like he’s processing the fact, like he’s trying to make it make sense, even if it doesn't have any rational explanation.

“I swear it was one time, just one, I was full of adrenaline after winning Mugello, and Vale was there, we drunk a bit I regret it, I would stop myself if I could, I-”

Luca doesn’t say a word, he just gets up and goes to his bedroom, before locking it he turns to Pecco, and his eyes are filled with disgust, and hurt.

“Of all people. Him. I don’t want to see you now Pecco go away"

He locks the door, and Pecco knows there’s no way he’s getting out the room anytime soon, so he just grabs his things and goes to the Hotel, leaves the things there and decides to go for a ride again, but as soon as he tries to start his bike, it doesn’t.

“Oh come on! Just start fucking piece of shit!”

It doesn’t. Obviously. He has the number of the tow truck service at the shop where Luca told him to go on a little card, so he dials it, and waits for it to come. The driver doesn’t recognize him, luckily, and he just grabs a taxi, who recognises him tho, and asks for a selfie, which he grants.

The drive is not very long, 15 minutes and he’s there, and he climbs down the taxi leaving the change to the man who brought him there. The driver of the tow truck takes the bike inside, and Pecco enters.

Silence. Complete, era-deafening silence. Please just let them be professionals.

He walks up to the guy behind the counter, who looks at him as if Saint Mary just appeared beside him.

“uhm hi I was recommended this shop by a friend of mine, my Monster completely stopped working and I - I was told to ask for Cele”

Silence again, then the man, who Pecco supposes to be the owner, speaks.

“Cele is out for a few errands, and he’s fully scheduled, he can’t take any more work” “Oh, ok uhm do you have anyone available in the short term?” “Him”

Pecco follows the direction the man he gets is called Paso is pointing. And fuck him. It’s the guy he stalked on insta and asked Luca about just a few days prior. Marco. Marco Bezsomething.

“Ok, thanks I uhm, the bike” “I’ll help you”

The guy comes forwards, his curls are even more beautiful when seen from close distance, and his arms look even better somehow, he is really amazing.

They get to the work station and Bez can’t fucking believe it. There’s Pecco Bagnaia where he works. He is fixing his bike. He is fucking fixing Pecco Bangaia’s bike. He’s going to die. And tell everyone he knows. Maybe in the opposite order. He doesn’t know. He’s going to faint oh God.

“You are - I can’t. Can I ask you for a picture? Please? I - you are my favourite and please just please just a picture” “Oh yes of course, I don’t look great sorry I just arrived here” “Oh no you look amazing, I mean, you look great like always, I’m sure the picture will be amazing, sorry I’m talking too much, Franco take a picture come on!” “Calm down Bez, you’re going to explode” “Fuck off”

The picture gets taken, and it is a good picture actually, Pecco has to admit it, he likes it a lot, mainly he likes the sensation of having the curly beauty he can’t stop thinking about next to him.

“I’m sorry I look like a psycho but it’s just - you are you I can’t believe it” “Do you watch motogp?”

Bez looks at him as if he’s dumb, then proceeds to lift his shirt and Pecco almost dies, he's got the Mugello track tattooed on his right hip, and just above, Assen. He looks closer. It’s the Assen track with the date of his first win there.

“I look like a psycho sorry, I’m Marco by the way, Bez if you will” “Pecco” “Sorry I’ll get to fix your bike immediately. Can you tell me what and how it happened?” “Yeah I just went for a ride this morning and it was fine, but when I tried to start it before coming here it just didn’t” “How long without maintenance?” “One month”

The guy - Bez, starts admiring the bike, inspecting every centimeter of it, and Pecco does the same with him, trying to get in his mind as many details as possible, like the little scar on his face probably due to varicella as a kid, his height, the mess of tattoos on his forearm, how he moves around the Ducati.

Bez finds the problem in 5 minutes, it’s easy enough, it’s an engine thing and it’ll realistically take a few days to be fixed, he just hopes it will be fine once he’s done because this isn’t anyone’s bike, this is - Jesus he can’t believe it. Despite finding it he doesn’t comment on it for many more minutes, because he can feel he has Pecco’s eyes on him, and God does he want them to stay glued to him.

“Ok so, it’s the engine, there’s been a rupture here in the chain, but due to another few problems like…this leak here, I gotta change the engine whole not just replace the broken chain, I’d say two days and you can have this beauty back”

Pecco doesn’t even hear Bez speaking, he’s just staring at his hand resting on the left handle, almost grazing it with his fingers, and he’s very much not imagining it as the bike handle in his mind.

Bez repeats the explanation, and Pecco gets out his trance, blushing a bit because it’s stupid to be this attracted to someone he’s never spoken to before.

“Oh yeah thanks I - two days is more than fine thanks” “No problems” “Can I stay here? I mean I’m sure you’re a really good mechanic but -” “But the bike is your baby and you want to be sure I don’t mess with it, I get it, I never let someone touch mine”

Pecco looks over where Bez is pointing, that bike can’t be legal, like at all, there’s nothing legal about it, it’s even missing a license plate.

“Yeah it’s not properly like I got it from the stock but you gotta have fun with what you have no?” “I think so yes”

Bez works in silence for a bit, diligently taking off the keel to work on removing the engine. To Pecco he looks like an artist, if the Monster was a painting Bez would be covered in paint of all different colors instead of grease, but he thinks he’s hotter like this, operating on his bike, sweating.

“Does it bother you if I take off my shirt? I’m burning here” “Oh no no, don’t worry, I get it it’s very hot” “Yeah, it’s shit”

Pecco stares as Bez takes off his shirt, he’s simply amazing, he can see the piercing now, and the writing under it. “Live to ride, ride to live” Pecco thinks he would very much like to see Bez ride him but he can’t just say it outloud, or comment on any tattoo for the matter, it would be suspicious and even creepy if he did.

But he really can’t help trying to map every inch of tattooed skin on Bez’s body, he just feels pulled to him, magnetically, naturally, like they’re two magnets attracting each other.

Bez does his best not to completely freak out, he still hasn’t fully realized who’s there, and he’s sure once he will he will go completely dumb, he could forget how a bike’s made fuck’s sake.

He just hopes Pecco hasn’t seen the poster he hung when he won last year, it’s a bit difficult to miss, but Pecco has his eyes glued on the bike, so maybe he hasn’t noticed yet. He’ll have to hide it if he comes back tomorrow, there’s fucking hearts drawn on it, it’s ridiculous really, it looks like his older sister’s One direction post from when she was 15, Harry Styles submerged by little hearts, same with Luis? Louis? Lewis? who the fuck remembers.

“Bez I got you the - WHAT THE FUCK” “oh. Celin, thanks, yeah don’t - don’t ask I don’t know, he said someone recommended him this place, you specifically” “Huh?” “Are you Cele?”

Cele freezes in place. This is Pecco Bagnaia asking him if he’s him. In what kind of vodka induced dreaming coma is he in? This can’t be real. At all. Because if it is he’s going to faint now.

“Luca told me to come here if I had problems and to ask for you but your boss told me you were fully scheduled” “Luca - you know Luca?” “Oh yes he’s V- we’re friends”

Cele can’t understand. How in the fucking world is this possible. What is Luca to him? A friend? His lawyer? Was it Pecco the friend he had around visiting? Impossible, if they got out the house surely there would’ve been pictures, and Bez would’ve found them all in one second. He is genuinely obsessed with Pecco.

“Celin, the wrench” “Oh, here here, take it, I have to uhm to finish the Yamaha” “Luca says many good things about you, I’m glad you two met”

Cele goes red, then white then red again. God Luca talks about him. To his friends. He talked about him to Pecco motherfucking Bagnaia.

He goes back to his workstation, checking the phone for new texts, and he finds one from Luca, saying he wants to hang out tonight, that he already booked a taxi which will pick him up at work at 8:15 and drive him to Luca’s house. He accepts, obviously, because he’s not fucking crazy.

He hears Bez laugh and turns his head, he throws his head back like always, and he’s shirtless, like always as well, and Pecco is legit staring at his friend’s body, and if he looks with sufficient attention he can definitely see he’s blushing a bit.

Pecco is having a hard time remaining calm, he said one stupid thing, one joke about the bike and suddenly he’s hearing the most beautiful laugh ever directly from the source, who comes in the shape of an ideal man for him.

Bez gets to work immediately tho, inspecting the bike once more, with shimmering eyes and trembling hands.

“You really are gone eh baby?”

Pecco is about to fucking answer, but for a shot of pure luck he realizes Bez’s talking to the bike, not about him, shit would’ve been embarrassing if he answered, God.

Pecco finds Bez to be really funny, and a pleasant person in general, they talk about MotoGP obviously, and bikes, but Bez really looks like he’s in love with what he says, he explains things in a way that make Pecco wish he was completely ignorant on the matters so that Bez could explain him everything, even the stupidest details he knows.

Bez obviously adores having Pecco beside him, it’s a dream come true, the most absurd interconnection of events bringing the three times World champion in the shop where he works, and letting him touch his bike.

Pecco feels at ease, except when Bez flexes his muscles once while saying he trains too, while obviously not at Pecco’s levels.

“I like to stay fit” “Yeah I see that” “How much do you train?” “Uhm well in the morning we have two and a half hours of gym and in the evening usually one of cardio or just plain running” “Fuck”

Pecco goes away at 7, Cele and Bez, as usual, at eight. They talk all the remaining time, Bez is absolutely losing his mind, Cele as well because shit Pecco was here, Pecco knows their names, Pecco will be here at least another day. Like last time, Cele brought a good change of clothes, he knows he probably won’t need them much because him and Luca are going to fuck, but he wanted to look decent at least.

The taxi is waiting in front of the shop, and when he climbs in the driver asks him for confirmation of the address. Well. He doesn’t know where Luca lives, so he nods, hoping he’s not getting kidnapped tonight.

When he arrives at Luca's building he looks around, not sure which floor he lives on, and how to reach it, so he just calls him.

“Cele, are you almost here?” “I should be, on which floor are you? Do I have to ring?” “Oh, yeah sorry, ninth floor, ring at Marini, just take the elevator” “Ok thanks”

He rings, and Luca opens the door at the entrance, repeating to him to go get the elevator and go to the ninth floor.

He follows his directions, ninth is the last floor, it must be a very nice house for sure, Luca seems to have nice taste and he’s rich, so it can only be a beautiful house. He rings again once he reaches the floor, and realizes Luca’s is the only apartment on this floor, so it’s an attic. Fuck it gets better.

“Hi” “Hi Luca” “Come in”

There’s an amazing smell of food, which makes Cele pull a face, he thought they would fuck immediately, he didn’t mentally prepare himself for a dinner beforehand. He feels stupid.

“Are you ok Cele? You don’t like the food I made? I can make something else if you want” “No no it looks delicious I just thought we uhm we would’ve skipped dinner” “I’m a gentleman Cele, I offer something before getting to bed”

Cele goes red, and Luca smiles, telling him to sit because the dinner is ready, and Cele is about to do it, then, he hears a soft purr and mew, and turns his head around.

“Oh my God!” “What?” “You have a kitty! Ah it’s so cuteeeeee what’s your name baby?” “She’s Sissy, I found her five months ago on my way home from work” “You’re so pretty Sissy, you look like a plushie” “Ah don’t pi-”

Luca doesn’t have the time to tell Cele the cat’s not fond of strangers and would most likely scratch him because he’s already picked her up, petting her head and holding her like a baby. Sissy just sniffs him a bit and then starts to purr, and Luca can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“I’m glad you like her but dinner will get cold” “Oh yes sorry, she’s just so tiny and pretty”

Luca smiles again, and serves them both a portion. He made Tagliatelle al ragù, which honestly Cele loves, they’re a traditional dish, and he's eaten tons of them during the years, but he’s sure Luca’s are amazing.

“I made them this evening, so they’re fresh” “You made made the tagliatelle?” “Mhmh, I like to do my own food when I have the time, especially with things like pasta, pizza or those along the lines of them” “Oh. I used to do them back home, and gnocchi, and agnolotti del plin, you don’t have them here tho” “I know a few places where they make them, I could take you there” “It wouldn’t taste like home, I’m particular about that dish” “I get it, makes sense”

They eat, and Cele praises Luca’s cooking more than once, because both the pasta and the ragù taste incredibly good, there’s the right amount of salt and sauce and meat and spiciness.

But once again, to him Luca is perfect, so whatever he does is perfect for correlation.

They don’t talk much, one because they’re both really hungry, and two because Cele doesn’t know what to say, the kind of calls of this type he usually gets are from Grindr, and there’s no eating before or afterwards, he goes to the guy’s house, they fuck, and then he goes back home.

He knows this is not a hookup call, because they’ve got a contract, but still, it feels strange. In a good way, but still strange. And he doesn’t know how to bring up the topic, because it feels embarrassing.

“So uhm when do you want to like…sorry I feel stupid asking” “When you want to, we can still stay here a bit to talk if you prefer it, there’s no rush” “No no, I want to I just get embarrassed, I don’t know how to ask” “You’re cute when you’re like this, you know?”

Cele blushes even more than he already was, because Luca has got that fucking smirk that makes him go crazy, and this is all so surreal.

“Come here Cele”

He obeys, because what should he do? Luca’s like a siren, his voice can make him do whatever, he realizes it’s dangerous, but it’s so so arousing as well. Once he’s near Luca, he gets pulled on his lap, and Luca starts kissing his neck, lightly, like he did last time, and Cele melts.

Luca breaks away and looks at Cele’s neck, smiling proudly. He noticed the hickey,  how it was still there, a mark, his mark, on Cele. After just a second they start making out, Cele’s arms around Luca’s neck, while Luca is getting his hands under Cele’s shirt, feeling his goosebumps under his fingertips.

Cele tries to break away, but Luca pulls him closer, and stands up from the chair, Cele automatically wraps his legs around Luca’s waist, and as soon as Luca starts walking to his bedroom he yelps, immediately going red in the face and hiding it in the crook of Luca’s neck while the older laughs a bit, sill holding him while walking to the room.

He closes the door behind him with a kick and lays Cele down on the bed, immediately going to kiss him once again, Cele’s legs still wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, closer, impossibly so, and Luca wastes no time in taking off both their shirts, and he starts leaving kisses all over Cele’s chest and collarbones, making the younger whine.

The only thing Cele manages to say is “off off” while tugging at Luca’s sweatpants, and Luca is more than happy to follow his orders, taking them off and ending up wearing just boxers. Cele unwraps his legs from around Luca, tugging off both his sweatpants and boxers, tossing them to the floor, and Luca does the same, Cele still stares at Luca’s dick, wondering how it's gonna fit.

“Do you want me to put on a condom? I’m clean” “I’m, I’m clean too, no no it’s ok without, it’s fine I like it” “Nice”

They kiss again, Cele thinks he’s never liked kissing someone this much, Luca feels already overwhelming like this, and they’re just grinding and kissing.

Luca breaks away and opens a drawer, taking the lube out and squirting some on his fingers, coating them and looking at Cele asking for permission.

“Yes. Yes please”

Luca smiles and - fuck he just now realizes this is the first time he’s seeing Cele like this, he looks make of alabaster, he’s so pale, the contrast with the blush on his face and chest is amazing.

He pushes one finger in, but finds almost no resistance to it.

Has he fucked someone else the day before?  Who? Bez maybe? He knows they’re not technically exclusive but it still pisses him off.

“You’re loose” “I kinda tried to prep myself at work, in the showers, but there was no one around, and and the showers stalls are closed, you can’t see inside” “How sweet Cele, but I’m gonna do it anyway ok? I want to be sure you’re well prepped” “Ok, you’re not mad right? That I did it” “Absolutely not, it’s hot Cele”

Luca deems him loose enough to push a second finger in, and this time he can feel resistance, Cele moans and shuts his eyes close, gripping the sheets as Luca moves his fingers inside him, finding his prostate and making him moan once again, louder this time.

He scissors his fingers, and leaves a few kisses on Cele’s neck, grazing his teeth against Cele’s throat, making him whine. He loves how sensitive Cele seems, he can bet he’s gonna have a lot of fun with him, and that they will both love it.

He doesn’t decrease the intensity of his fingers movements, and just keeps on kissing Cele’s neck, and using the other hand to rub circles on Cele’s hip. Luca loves having this kind of control, it’s addictive in a way, seeing how someone gives themselves to him so freely and willingly.

When he gets the third finger in Cele moans again, one hand going to grab Luca’s back of the neck and pulling him close so they can make out while Luca absolutely tortures Cele’s hole, hitting his prostate a few times, just to have him arch his back a little, that little that makes Luca go crazy.

Luca keeps going for a while, he has no intention of making Cele feel bad, or hurt him because he’s too horny to stretch him well. Maybe he’ll take a bit longer, but who cares, he has him in his bed, and he’s not letting him go.

“I’m ready Luca, really, just fuck me” “Are you sure bimbo?” “Yes”

He hopes he is, he stretched him enough, but he’s always a bit worried he’ll lose his control and go overboard. He can't think of hurting him just to have sex, no, never.

Luca takes out his fingers and coats his dick a bit with lube, but before he can start Cele stops him. There it goes, he’s rethinking this.

“Can we do doggystyle? I prefer it” “Oh of course yes, however you’re comfortable Cele”

Cele’s not actually more comfortable like this, but he’s scared if he looks at Luca in his eyes he’ll cum immediately, and it can definitely not happen the first time he fucks with him. Cele turns around and Luca lets out a moan, he’s got such a nice ass, but there’s no time to stare and daydream right now, so he just moves to be comfortable and pushes his dick inside, slowly.

Cele is gripping at the sheets, Luca has both his hands on Cele’s hips, who right now isn’t even on all fours, he’s resting on his elbows and knees, arching his back as much as he can because he knows he can feel it more this way.

Luca would’ve liked it more if they fucked in a position that would let him see Cele’s face, but if the other prefers this then he has no right to counterbait, because afterall he loves this position, so, nothing lost.

He pushes all the way in, and Cele feels the stretch, it’s overwhelming and perfect, but if Luca doesn’t start moving right this second he fears he’s going to go mad, he knows it’ll probably hurt the next day, he’ll be sore for sure, but he’s also sure it will be worth it.

“Move Luca come on”

Luca starts kissing at his shoulder blades, his chest is basically glued to Cele’s back, and as he moves higher to kiss the boy’s nape he starts moving, at first small and slow thrusts, not deep at all, just to test the waters, he doesn’t want to be too harsh.

But it’s clear pretty quickly Cele doesn’t find this enough, so he starts moving faster, not covering Cele’s body with his own anymore, and Cele starts moaning and whimpering, he feels so good, but he really needs Luca to go faster and harder, because he didn’t do this to be treated like glass.

He tries to communicate it by moving his hips to meet Luca’s thrusts, but to no avail, it’s still too slow and gentle, which he appreciates because it means Luca’s a nice person and is probably scared to hurt him, but on the other hand he honestly just wants Luca to wreck him, and the only way to have more is to ask for it. There goes his dignity.

“Luca you can go harder” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” “Let me say that again. I need you to go harder”

Luca doesn’t answer that one, he just smiles, and pulls out almost all the way just to slam back in whole, and Cele almost dies with how good it felt. He gets pinned to the mattress, one of Luca’s hands moving from holding Cele’s hip to press down his back and keep him glued to the bed. Cele becomes louder, each thrust is a moan, and Luca can’t help but wanting to listen to them more and more.

Luca does want to spank Cele, but it’s their first time together, and maybe Cele doesn’t like it, or it’s too much for the first fuck anyway. But still, the need to do it is great, he’ll try to ask in the future, hoping for a positive answer.

Meanwhile Cele is shifting to another dimension, already back when he sucked Luca off he saw how big he was, sure. But feeling it inside is something else. He wants to last, to get fucked for as long as he can handle, for as long as Luca wants. Because he’s not just big, he’s damn good at it as well.

Cele can feel Luca’s eyes on him, those eyes with a color so unique he’s sure only Luca has in the whole world. He can hear Luca moan, and breathe harder and harder, but as he tries to say something all he can do is moan Luca’s name, which only results in Luca going even faster. At this point Cele’s sure he could break, but it would still be fine, fine as hell.

What would be finer would be Luca’s hand around his throat, yes, cutting his breathing for a bit, getting him dumb, more than he already is. Cele knows he’s close, because he can feel it, and he tries to move one hand to jerk himself off, but Luca slaps it away.

“Don’t tire yourself Cele, let me” “I’m close” “Me too bimbo me too, you’re amazing you know that?”

Luca must be a mind reader, because he moves his hand again, from Cele’s shoulder blades to wrap around Cele’s throat and tighten the hold around it.

Cele’s mouth falls open, a strangled moan echoing in the room as Luca gives the final thrusts, moving the other hand too, stroking Cele’s dick and driving him closer to his orgasm, as he himself knows he’s not going to hold on for much longer.

Cele comes all over Luca’s fist and on the sheets, and still has the strength to turn around and beg him to come inside. His only purpose in telling him not to wear a condom was for Luca to come inside. He’s always had a preference for it, it’s probably the feeling of being owned, or marked, because he goes crazy when someone is possessive of him, and the idea of Luca doing that just drives him crazy.

“Are you sure? fuck” “Please”

Luca can’t disobey, so he just does what Cele asks him, coming inside him,  moaning Cele’s name in his ear and fucking him through both their orgasms, slowing down the thrusts each time, until he stops and slips out, collapsing on the bed and grabbing a washcloth he left on the chair next to the bed.

“I’ll finish cleaning up and go home” “What? Why did I do something wrong?” “Absolutely not, but I mean, I figured I’d have to go home or you’d kick me out” “No Cele it’s late, stay here the night, we can sleep together, don’t worry I’ll get you something to wear”

Luca has very clearly no clothes that could be Cele’s size or fit him decently, so he just tosses him one of his shirts, the white one he wears during summer not to boil alive, and Cele smiles. Luca also gives him a pair of clean boxers, and Cele has to turn-up the hem of the underwear to make it fit, and Luca finds it adorable.

They both lay in bed, Luca just in boxers and Cele wearing his unbuttoned shirt, which looks huge on him.