#valecco

Pecco is still on an adrenaline high from the victory, he won the last race of the season, won it by a margin and managed to write his name on the championship trophy for the third time.

He’s drunk maybe a bit too much for his own resistance, not just the podium champagne, but all the one that got passed to him in the garage, Bez seemingly in a worse situation than him, directing interviews and repeating something like five times that Marquez made him fall.

He should be celebrating in his own kind of way, with his girlfriend, who stayed home tho, and he’s not yet that drunk to go with a random grid girl. While he’s still being sprayed and drenched in alcohol he sees Vale in the corner of his eye, smiling at him, and he smiles back.

Pecco goes to his motorhome, he needs to change, he smells like champagne and sweat and he wants to actually be able to party for his victory, not pass out here before getting the chance to do it

He doesn’t get to close the door behind him because Vale gets in behind him, closing it himself.

“Ah Pecco, wanted to congratulate you in private, you were drowned by all those questions outside” “Thanks Vale, yeah i’ts - fuck it’s nice to be champion again” “Well you deserve it Pecchino, you did a very good job this year”

And maybe it’s the drinks, maybe it’s the situation, maybe it’s the fact they’re both in a closed space and he’s on a high for winning.

But Vale looks particularly attractive right now. Pecco goes to hug him, but the hug is a bit too tight, a bit too prolonged for it to just be a regular thing from Pecco.

When they break away Pecco stays a little too close, looking Vale in the eyes, and before Vale can tell him not to be stupid their lips are already touching, and Pecco is already pulling Vale closer to him, and Vale - Vale is not pulling away.

As soon as they get their breath back and look at each other Vale is eating the younger with his eyes.

“Didn’t you have a girlfriend Pecchino? This is not very nice to her” “She’s not here tho, you are”

Vale looks like he's debating whether or not to go on, and then kisses Pecco again, this time more deeply than before, tongues immediately finding each other in a mess of adrenaline.

Vale pushes the younger against the wall, hands on his hips as Pecco moves his fingers to tangle in vale’s hair and get him closer.

“Bedroom. Vale bedroom” “I’m following you”

Pecco grabs him by the wrist and drags him to the bed, basically pushing him on it and undressing himself, then going to sit in Vale’s lap, who’s taken his shirt and pants off already. He kisses him again before starting to grind their hips together, both their cocks hard through their boxers.

“Calm down Pecchino, there’s no rush here”

But for Pecco there’s a lot of rush, he wants Vale to fuck him and he wants that now. But he also wants to do what his dreams have been showing him non stop for the past few months. Get on his knees and suck the older off until he comes in his throat.

So he climbs down Vale’s lap and gets on the floor, tugging impatiently at Vale’s boxers, as the older curses while biting his lip.

He can’t help but notice how pretty Pecco looks when he’s on his knees, especially with that glint in his eyes, and even more so once he starts stroking his dick.

Pecco licks a stripe along the side of Vale’s dick, already tasting some precum once he gets to the head, wrapping his lips around it and immediately sucking on it like it’s a damn lollipop.

Vale gets a hand in Pecco’s hair and forces him to swallow more of his cock, then lets go, hearing him gag at the movement 

“Ok like this Pecchino? Or you want me to be nicer?”

Pecco lets go with a pop, before looking up at Vale through his lashes.

“I don’t want nice Vale, not with you”

Vale smirks, then Pecco opens his mouth again and swallows him almost whole, gagging a bit but steading back immediately, waiting for Vale to resume his control.

The older gets his hand back in his hair and starts dictating the speed, sinful sounds coming from Pecco as he quickens the pace more and more.

People would think getting bossed around like this when you just became world champion for the third time isn’t a good way to celebrate, but for Pecco it’s amazing, Vale controlling him has been a desire of his for so long he might’ve died if he never got to experience it

“Fuck you’re good at this”

Vale throws his head back, groaning in pleasure as Pecco just keeps getting it deeper and deeper down his throat, even choking a bit, pushing his tongue in the slit a few times just to see Vale’s reaction, which is honestly priceless, because he just tightens the hold in his hair, and if there’s one thing Pecco’s sensitive about, that’s his hair, and it’s not just in a sexual context, if someone’s finger gets tangled in a curl while ruffling his hair and they pull a bit he must really concentrate not to moan.

So Vale’s hand being there and pulling at his hair like that can only make him go crazy, and when he starts moaning around Vale’s dick, that’s when it’s over.

“Pecco Pecco fuck stop stop”

The younger obeys and lets go of his dick with a pop, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Vale gains back some breath, caressing one of Pecco’s red cheeks, and contemplating his face.

“You’re really too good at this Pecchino, and I really want to fuck you, and right now I don’t have the energy to go twice, so you choose, either a blowie or a fuck”

No one, in his right mind, would choose to give head instead of a fuck with Valentino Rossi, and neither would Pecco, because he hasn’t dreamt about finally getting down to business with his mentor for four yers straight just to be satisfied with a blowjob.

“Fuck me”

Vale pats a spot on the bed and Pecco climbs on, while Vale takes off his boxers completely and Peco does the same, kicking them out of the way and landing them at the end of the bed.

“You’re pretty Pecchino, you know that?” “No need to charm your way into my pants Vale” “I’m just commenting tesoro”

Pecco goes red, then quickly grabs the lube from the nightstand, and before he can pour it on his fingers Vale snatches it from his hands, coating his fingers with the lube, and immediately putting the bottle back in place.

“I want to have fun, I can’t let you take my favourite part from me now can I?” “Jesus christ”

Vale slaps pecco’s thigh slightly, signaling him to open his legs, and that’s what he does, his breathing is accelerated, this only ever happened in dreams, sure it’s not the first time he has fingers in his ass, he did it himself a bunch of times, and he had sex with Bez, where he bottomed and Bez made him see stars, but this is different.

There’s Vale on his bed, Vale, as in Valentino Rossi, as in his mentor, as in the guy who won 9 championships and who he’s been down bad for four years. He’s in his bed. Prepping him to fuck him. While there’s people outside, Luca as well, and he really really wishes Vale actually locked the door.

“How long since you’ve done this?” “What?” “How long since you’ve prepped yourself” “I don’t know Vale, one month, one month and a half maybe, I don’t remember and I don’t care, just - please” “Eager”

Vale pushes the first finger in, and God is Pecco tight. The younger moans loudly, but Vale knows he can't, he really can’t let him be this loud, despite him wanting to hear Pecco’s desperate wines he just can’t risk someone hearing them.

So he puts a hand over Pecco’s mouth, shutting him up, and Pecco’s synapses just start buzzing. God. He wants that hand around his throat like right now.

“You need to keep quiet, because if they hear you moaning like a bitch in heat they’re gonna ask questions, and you don’t want questions, right?”

Pecco shakes his head, trying to calm down as Vale starts pushing his finger in and out again, agonizingly slow, driving him mad.

Vale then adds a second finger and he really needs to understand where he is because yeah, he’s fingered and fucked himself before, he used a dildo alright, but it counts, technically, but it’s been oh so long ago, and his finger most definitely are not that slim or long and they don’t make him feel like Vale’s making him feel right now.

The first time Vale hits his prostate he almost dies, he feels a pleasure so intense he wants to scream, but fuckign can’t, cause there’s people two meters from his stupid motorhome who would get suspicious.

His body feels so hot he’s sure he’d make a thermometer explode if he measured his temperature right now, and Vale doesn’t stop, he’s actually loving this, he can see it in the glint his eyes have, the same glint he has when he compliments him for doing good at a race.

Vale pushes a third finger in, and Pecco almost cums, it’s truly been too long, too long since he did this and too long since he started having wet dreams about Vale, he wants him now, inside him, around him, wherever, all together.

So he moves his hips slightly to meet the movement of Vale’s fingers, and Vale chuckles at it, calling Pecco eager once again, but this time he immediately follows with an increase of the pace he set, and he can see Pecco getting needier.

“I think you’re loose enough right? Can you take me now?”

He removes the hand from Pecco’s mouth and lets him free to answer.

“Yes. Yes yes yes I can” “Good boy look how needy you are”

Pecco whines at the emptiness he feels once Vale removes his fingers, but he’s quick into shutting up once Vale pushes his cock inside, letting out just a whimper at the sensation.

“Gotta do this more often, you’re too tight fuck”

Then, Vale has a moment, a terrible moment where he thinks he’s doing something really really stupid. Something he would never do to someone like Pecco.

“You - Pecco you’re not a virgin right?” “No. I had - experience, and I don’t travel with lube cause I like the packaging Vale” “Do I know him?” “The one who fucked me before you? Yes” “Who”

Pecco debates if it’s an intelligent thing to say, because maybe Vale would leave, maybe he’d regret fuckign someone who's in a relationship, but it’s not like he never did it, so he goes for it.

“Bez” “Mh. Well it’s not a bad choice” “He was really good, wonder if an old man like you can do better” “Don’t test me Pecchino” “Scared you’d lose against him?”

Vale really has to calm himself down, he can’t get into a one way beef with Bez, not about fucking Pecco, he knows he’s just teasing, and that he probably will do it again, so he just takes a deep breath and starts moving, slowly at first because despite Pecco teasing he knows it’s been a long while, and he wants Pecco to enjoy this.

He has an idea on how to make him crumble though, and he just needs to see if his gut is right.

He keeps fucking him, a bit deeper, Pecco quieting himself down with this own hand, and Vale beds over him, starting to kiss his neck, then his chest, then he starts sucking on one of his nipples. Jackpot.

Pecco grabs his back and digs his nails in, scratching the skin a bit, but vale doesn’t mind, he was right, Pecco likes this.

He keeps sucking on one nipple and starts toying with the other, Pecco whimpering more and more as he gets more into it.

When he goes to switch nipples Pecco lets go of the hand over his mouth, pulling Vale in for a kiss, while Vale keeps thrusting and doesn’t stop toying with his nipples, twisting and pinching them, and Pecco just moans in the kiss, his skin is hot as fire now, Vale feels it burning under his palms.

“You like this?” “Yes please keep doing it” “As you wish my champion”

That’s how Pecco Bagnaia dies. Getting called “my champion” by Vale who’s currently fucking him and playing with his nipples, getting him dumb and cockdrunk.

Vale starts sucking on the other nipple, they’re both already so red, they are so sensitive Pecco’s positive even the sensation of a tee fabric slightly brushing against them could make him moan.

But Vale doesn’t stop, and it’s clear to Pecco pretty quickly that he’s going to cum from this alone.

And that’s exactly what happens. Ten seconds later he’s arching his back and coming all over his abs, somehow managing to stay silent.

Pecco goes completely red and hides his face, while Vale just looks down where Pecco came and smirks, letting go of Pecco’s now raw nipple and kissing his neck, making his jolt.

“Sorry it’s embarrassing fuck, sorry I - I promise it’s not something that usually happens, I’ve never - not from this I swear” “Pecchino, why are you apologizing?” “Because…it’s embarrassing” “It’s hot”

Pecco moves his hand from his face and stares at Vale, looking for some kind of sarcasm or disappointment. He finds lust.

“it’s really hot actually, but if you want I can keep fucking you and make you come again?” “Ag - yes please yes”

Vale doesn’t wait more than two seconds to resume thrusting inside him, moaning in Pecco’s ear, calling him “my champion” again and again and again, making Pecco’s brain melt in a pot of pleasure, and getting him hard for the second time.

He notices it, but doesn't say it. Pecco is shy enough as it is right now, he doesn’t want to ruin the fun.

Then, someone knocks. One, two, three times.

“Pecco? You in there? People are looking for you”

Pecco stills under vale. And Vale does too. For just a second. He starts whisper-yelling, because ther’s no way he’s getting caught by his best friend while getting fucked by said best friend’s brother.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck it’s Luca oh shit he’s going to kill me oh god” “Shh tell him you’re busy, he’ll understand” “He’s going to know Vale, he’ll kill me” “I’ll make sure no one touches you Pecchino”

Pecco takes courage, but right as he’s about to speak Vale moves, and he goes deep, really fucking deep.

“Fu- Vale!” “It’s funnier this way,, tell him you’re busy with someone and he’ll leave”

Pecco bites his lip, and Luca knocks again, calling for him and asking if he’s in there.

“I’m a bit - ah - busy Luca, would you mind coming back later?” “Busy? Busy with what you’ve got interviews!” “I - fuck! - busy Luca, busy what kind of busy you think I am?” “Oh! Shit sorry yeah I’ll just - I’ll tell Davide you’ll be there in uh in a while”

Pecco doesn’t answer a third time, because vale hits his prostate and he has to cover his mouth and bite his lip to keep quiet, while Vale chuckles against his throat.

“See? He went away, no need to worry now” “I hate you” “Yeah sure, say it to me when I don’t make you cum because I play with your nipples maybe next time”

He looks away and keeps biting his lip, moving both his hands to hold on to Vale’s biceps, squeezing them and just praying Luca didn’t hear Vale’s voice in the background.

They keep going for minutes, Vale repeatedly hitting his prostate and Pecco trying not to die, which is complicated, because Vale sets a brutal pace and doesn’t seem to falter.

“I’m getting close baby, you feel amazing” “Me too, fuck, I can’t believe this” “Been dreaming about this mh? You know I heard you once, when you thought you were the only one awake and jerked off, I hear you moan my name, you sounded so good”

Vale smiles and kisses Pecco once more, who gladly accepts the offer, all tongue and spit, as Vale starts thrusting less but deep,the sound of skin slapping the only thing he can hear in the room beside their merged breaths and Vale’s few moans.

It’s so surreal but so real at the same time, it makes Pecco’s mind an intricate maze of confusion, it’s so strange to finally have this and he can’t let this be over, he can’t possibly go on without having Vale again, forever, everywhere whenever.

He’ll break up with his girlfriend, he’ll do anything it takes to have Vale like this for eternity, because it's the most perfect he’s ever felt, and he’s not giving it up for nothing in the world.

“I forgot a condom shit” “It’s fine, it’s fine you can come inside” “You sure?” “Mh, wanna feel it” “You want me to fill you up and send you to interviews like that? So you know who you belong to?”

He answers with a moan, and his orgasm follows immediately after, Vale’s quick enough to cover his mouth and kiss him, thrusting a few more times and finally coming, buried deep inside Pecco, painting his walls white, feeling how he tightens at the sensation and how he whimpers.

“Perfect. You’re my perfect champion Pecchino” “I am?” “Of course baby, of course”

Vale slips out, and immediately walks to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and clean Pecco up for how much he can, then he starts to look for his boxers and passes them to him, doing the same with a pair of jeans and a shirt.

“Come  on, you gotta look presentable out there” “I don’t want to go I want to stay here” “I know, I want to do it too, but, you have obligations, I’m gonna wait here for you and if you want we can cuddle later ok?” “Promise?” “promise”

Vale kisses him on the mouth, a chaste and quick kiss before going into the bathroom and closing the door. God. He hopes this won’t be messy. He can’t lie he likes Pecco, he’s liked him for a while now, but it seemed tremendously wrong to feel like that for a student of his, and maybe Pecco was just tipsy, and he’ll regret it, but he hopes he won’t, because he liked everything so much.

Meanwhile, Pecco’s getting dressed, looking at himself in the mirror and adjusting his clothes and his hair, deciding he looks good enough to appear in front of people and a screen.

He hopes Vale doesn’t regret this, that he doesn’t think he made a mistake just because he’s younger, an Academy rider. Because it was the best time of his life, and he doesn’t intend on ever forgetting this. He’d cry if Vale told him to forget this.

He walks out and up to Dall’Igna, who makes a joke about having fun with grid girls and Pecco just going along, he gets to the interview room to answer the media, but the only thing in his mind is still Vale, Vale calling him perfect, baby.