#valecco

The alleyways are quiet when Pecco manages to drag his feet into the front of Vale’s office.

It’s just a knock away.

He has been looking up for today, practically counting it down when Vale said they could spend some days alone—just them both—in his house.

The thing is, since he arrived, Vale has been busy with his works—the academy, his team, his endurance team, business offers—they haven’t spent any “good” or “enough” quality time together. At first, he didn’t bother, he knows what he signed up for since they started taking their relationship on a more serious level. Vale is an important person, but he can’t keep pretending that he’s ok with him falling asleep first then Vale later even if they share a bed, and when they take meals separately. And the truth is, he has been staying in shape since the invite, prepares himself quietly in the farthest bathroom in the house, because he thought they’ll have sex as soon as he arrives. Lots of them. (It didn’t happen, not even once.)

Maybe it’s his wishful thinking and he still feels shame rushes over him every time the night comes and he doesn't get any action. It makes him feel like a teenager that just gets his puberty, figuring out his body. Even the slightest attention he can get during the day from Vale makes him wet and he’s always so close to beg so he’ll take Pecco there. He holds it down though.

However, it’s been the fourth day and Pecco has run out of things to do—he had finished two separate big lego sets, watched almost hundreds of dramas on Vale’s big TV screen in the living room, and checked every room available in the house. He’s that bored and honestly if today ends the same he might as well go home and hang with Bez instead, or Luca, maybe that’ll piss him off—he laughs silently at the thought.

Speaking about Bez, Pecco also reached out to him, expressing his frustration, which he usually doesn’t do. His friend just laughs at him, like it’s some sort of a ridiculous situation that Pecco couldn’t get into. He needs real solutions, thank you, not another week of Bez turning him into their latest inside joke. While it’s definitely happening, he finally gives his answer, which Pecco remembers as: “Just seduce him with your cute little ass, duh.”

It isn’t like he never thinks of it, but most of the time it’s Vale who initiates everything. He doesn’t like to mutter his thoughts, and he likes how the older man never forces him to do so, reading them instead. Nobody ever did it so perfectly like Valentino.

Anyways, again, Pecco in front of Vale’s office door, bottomless, except for those white lacey panties Vale really likes, just to rile him up. Just to make sure it works. His heart is thumping loudly against his chest and he’s seriously contemplating whether he should just abort the whole mission. What if he embarrasses himself?— It’s already too late. His knuckles already knocked on the door when his thoughts were running.

“Come in.” It’s too late.

He can’t back out now.

Holding the door handle, he pushes the door slowly, not wanting to make any sound. His head is ducked but he can still see Vale sitting behind his desk, that’s fully covered with printed papers, his hands are busy typing on his laptop, anti-radiation glasses sitting on his nose. Pecco doesn’t immediately walk closer, just enough to close the door behind. The sound of it added to Pecco’s silence makes Vale raise his head—the sound of keys click-clacking stops when he takes a glance of his younger lover.

Pecco still doesn’t dare to look him in the eye.

Yet he knows that Vale’s looking at him—observing. And he might’ve been rubbing his thighs together under the attention, hands toying with the bottom hem of his gray hoodie. He can hear Vale inhaling his breath—

“Do you need anything?” Those greying blue eyes are definitely staring at him, like they can see and find Pecco’s deepest thoughts. It makes him shudder. He dares himself to look back at them, still he can’t seem to verbalize any response, his mouth is just hanging open. Vale looks unimpressed, then raises his eyebrow.

“You know I can’t help you if you don’t say anything, right?”

He stays quiet, then nods—once, really slow.

“Come here,” he says, voice firm.

With the energy he has left, Pecco walks into the side of Vale’s chair, the man already waiting for him.

“So, do you have anything to tell me?” His eyes trail down to Pecco's naked pale thighs. “Perhaps…show me?”

Pecco’s breath hitches. He bites down his lip as he raises his hoodie up, giving Vale a clear view on what’s underneath. He might’ve felt like Vale’s eyes darken at that moment too, yet he looks unimpressed. He wants to run away—not good with rejection, huh? But before he can do anything, Vale’s palm is already touching him through the laces, thin enough Pecco can feel the calluses he got from riding. He whimpers, and Vale still looks unimpressed. Then his eyes are back on the paperwork on the table, hand unmoving.

“As you can see, I’m pretty much occupied at the moment.” Hearing that, Pecco decides to pretend that the floor is interesting to look at. “Unless, you promise to be good as I finish these all.” He almost snapped his neck looking at Vale again.

It’s silent at first. Until he whispers, “I’ll be—,” stuttering over the cold air and his nervousness, “I’ll be good. Promise.”

Vale hums, a slight interest in his voice. “Then,” he starts, “everything off, except for this.” He pulls the elastic band of Pecco’s white underwear, making him yelp in surprise. Then Pecco goes on immediately to take his hoodie off, nothing under it of course, he wouldn’t want to waste Vale’s time. (And he has waited enough already.)

He shudders when he feels the cold air hit his bare skin, hands fidgeting in front of his crotch. Vale doesn’t seem like he likes that though—he slaps Pecco’s hands lightly, he makes a small sound. “Elbows on the desk, bend over,” he commands.

Hesitating at first, he complies when Vale just keeps on watching him, waiting.

However, Vale gets his hand off from him, taking a paper and pen instead. Pecco can’t really see what he’s actually writing from his point of view, thinking he has been discarded so Vale can sign important paperworks. He wants to demand more, ask why Vale is doing this to him, but he has promised that he’ll be good. So he stays.

The clock is ticking. It might’ve been Vale’s 20th paper yet he hasn’t touched Pecco a bit, nothing. And his elbows are slowly hurting. He has revised his goal from being fucked just to—controlling his breath. It feels endless.

“Vale…?”

The sound of paper rustling stops. He hears Vale inhaling his breath.

“Did I tell you to speak?”

“N-no, but—” There is fear in his voice. Afraid of what Vale will do—curses himself inside because he wants to know what happens next. He wants Vale to be cruel. His cunt clenches over the possible narratives. He sucks his breath again.

It’s echoing in the room when Vale drags his office chair to get close to Pecco, just enough to behind Pecco by hand. He knows and feels that he’s there, but he doesn’t turn around to see. His thoughts are running again on every possible scenario, there are too many. Too many to his liking, because Vale can do anything and he’ll accept it. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have his preferences though, he’d very much accept if Vale finally gets his fingers in him—or just sticks his dick inside—he doesn’t care. Anything, at this point.

Then Vale scans over his desk again, as if it’s much more interesting rather than a naked Pecco bending over it, as if there’s answers or guides on what he’ll do to him next. It seems like he finds something though, by the way his fingers are playing with the thin cloth right above his pussy. Unconsciously, he closes his eyes as Vale pulls it aside, his fingertips brushing on the lips. Everything has barely started yet.

He was slowly rejoicing, thinking finally Vale is giving him what he wants, because he’s prodding inside, touching his wet velvety walls, spreading him. Soft whimpers were leaving his lips, unable to hold it with any of his hands since they’re holding his weight on the table. That’s until he felt something else—cold with a way too smooth surface to be Vale’s finger, being pushed inside him. He chokes on his own spit, then Vale’s fingers are gone. Pecco looks behind, trying to figure out what’s actually happening.

He almost fell from his elbows because it’s also when Vale decides to push the object deeper, nudging at that spot he really likes, then leaves it inside. It isn’t quite enough for what he actually needs, he whines in protest.

Vale doesn’t look happy with his reaction. “Since you can’t be patient, we’ll have to make do,” he says, Pecco doesn’t understand—what he knows that there’s a cylindrical object shoved up his pussy and he’s desperately clenching around it because that’s the only attention Vale has given him this far.

“Let’s see,” Vale continues, opening his top drawer. He’s definitely searching for something and he’s taking his time, which makes Pecco’s nervousness spike up even more. Pecco finally gets his answer when he sees Vale pulling out a bunch of pens. Another thing that he realizes at that moment: Vale has placed his fountain pen inside of him. The one that he was using to sign the now stacked papers on the desk. His head sinks between his shoulders at the realization.

Vale’s holding even more in his hand. Looking at him sweetly yet cruel, he says, “Since you need to be filled so badly,” intentionally brushing his fingertip around where the pen meets Pecco’s hole, “hold all of these for me, yeah?” He smiles, and Pecco mentally curses himself again at how the idea is turning him on even more. Vale’s treating him like some sort of a pen cup and he’s horny about it.

“Can you be good for me this time, principessa?” He asked as if Pecco wouldn’t instantly say yes, yes. Adding the pet name into it is just another part of Vale’s cruelty, because he knows, knows, that it’ll always work on Pecco. He nods once, twice.

“Speak. I won’t continue if you don’t want this.”

He lets out a sound—like a hiccup, but he’s not even crying, yet. “Yes, Vale,” he answers, it isn’t as loud as how Vale was ordering him, still he feels like his own voice is ringing in his head. Hearing his response, the older man then pushes another unused pen beside the one that’s already plugged deep inside. Pecco whines around it, clenches his fist when it just smoothly goes inside. He’s literally giving Vale proof that he’s been preparing himself judging from how loose he is—not too loose for the tiny objects though.

The whole process itself is slow, Pecco loses count at some point—focusing more on how all the pens are rubbing against each other inside, the tips nudging at his walls. One thing when Vale’s done inserting them though: they started slipping out of his pussy, even more if he purposely clenched. Vale adjusted them back at the first seconds, but after some time, he just retrieved his attention back to his work, leaving Pecco hopeless. On one hand, he can’t push them back in himself because he doesn’t want to fall on the desk’s surface. While on the other side, if any of the pens fall out he'll definitely disappoint Vale. He's left with no choice but just to pray that he wouldn’t be too sensitive after sometime because he'll probably drop them.

He thought he was getting a hold of it, until Vale looked over his ass and touched around, trying to find which one of the pens that are plugged inside Pecco is his signature pen. He eventually found it, but Pecco had to go through Vale messing around with the orders and—they kept stimulating him all over his insides. Maybe one has even nudged his cervix—or two, he isn't sure himself when his vision is already getting cloudy and numb.

Still, Vale acts like everything is just normal. Writing with his Pecco’s slick covered pen then he’s back prodding around Pecco’s cunt. He looks like he’s calculating on where he’ll actually shove the pen this time, knowing damn well wherever he puts it, it’ll mess with the previous arrangement again. It also doesn’t end there, he repeats it every time he needs to do another paper—there couldn’t be too many documents, could it? It’s impossible to tell if Vale’s just playing with him at this point, hoping that he’ll fuck this up somewhere. He knows that Pecco is a hard worker. Even when he writhes at any contact, his lip is probably bleeding from him biting it, his arms numb, and his pussy can’t stop producing more fluids.

So, he tries his luck. “V-vale…?” He calls out to him.

“Hm? Do you need anything?” This mean old fucker.

With his hands now free out of papers and pens, he put one instead on Pecco’s lower back, caressing it softly, wiping the sweat there.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” Pecco says, voice choking out. It’s true, he can feel his insides tightening more as time went by, and some of the pens are probably half— no, almost out now.

Vale looks at him, a mock pity showing on his face and an upside down smile. “You need my help, Pecchino?” Usually, he’ll complain over the name, anything but the one that was given to him as a kid—and he doesn’t like Vale treating him like one. However this time, he’s already distracted with the generous offering Vale is giving him.

“Uh-uh,” he sniffles, “need you, please.”

Then Vale’s thumb is spreading his pussy lip to the side, making him whine, “N-no…” He wiggles his ass back so his hole will catch into Vale’s thumb, but it doesn't seem to work. He whines frustratedly at the failed attempt.

The attempt doesn’t go unnoticed. “What is it? No?” Vale slaps his right ass cheek, it stings. He makes another choked sound, cunt clenching. And for the first time after the last half an hour, one of the pens fell out. His heart sinks at the realization, beat increasing per second. He doesn’t dare to turn to look at Vale, freezing in place.

There’s silence before Vale asks him, “I’m offering you help and that’s how you thank me?” He gives the left one a harsh slap too, making Pecco tremble. His bottom half is now giving up. “You should be glad then, because I’m feeling generous,” he says as he puts his palm behind all the pens. “I will still help you.”

Pecco doesn’t understand what he means—he gets zero time to think because while he’s confused, Vale decides to push the bundle together. His tongue falls out and he accidentally bites it. “Too deep…!”

But Vale ignores his cries and starts thrusting them inside and out instead, until his fingers are also wet from Pecco’s slick. All he can hear is now the constant muffled moans and the wet smacking sound coming from Pecco himself. He sees how the boy’s legs try to close, toes curling, but he brings his free hand to hold them apart, gripping his left thigh harshly.

“That good, eh? Aren’t you gonna thank me now?” He teases, knowing damn well Pecco’s probably gone.

“Uh, no more— Vale, please, ngh—” he tries to beg, hoping Vale will hear him out. He doesn’t want to cum over being fucked by bunch of pens. Unfortunately, that’s exactly the goal in Vale’s mind, so he picks up his pace, intentionally hitting the same weak spot Pecco has inside.

He’s not usually a loud person, but at some point his legs just give up and keep shivering—he feels very very full down there, he needs to burst out the feeling—he starts not minding any business of what kind of sounds he’s making. His arms have given up a long time ago too, their only fate is being pressed against his wet chest as his eyes roll back, and the dam breaks. It’s an embarrassingly long process, his pussy keeps on contracting, like when he’s trying to milk Vale’s cock inside. There are sounds of things dropping on the floor, he knows that it’s those pens—he can’t pay any attention aside from reaching his peak. A strong spurt of liquid follows, dirtying his thighs then legs, some splashing into Vale’s pants, lastly onto the floor.

He blinks several times, chest heaving and breathing heavily. He might’ve lost his consciousness for some seconds—and he feels weirdly empty. His mind starts running—

Vale clicks his tongue.

His promise. Pecco has completely forgotten about it.

Instead of addressing anything, Vale’s palm is back on Pecco’s cunt again. Resting just right above it, touching, with no movements. Pecco wants to call out to him, ask, beg for forgiveness, but he doesn’t dare when he sees the dark look on the older man’s face.

“You know, I thought you were actually being good for me,” he begins, “But you just have to disappoint me.”

Pecco tries to argue, “No, please. Vale, I-I’m sorry.”

“Was it not simple enough? Hm?” Vale asks, and once again Pecco’s heart starts beating even faster, he doesn’t answer. Admiring the sight in front of him, he raises his hand and continues, “Hold your cunt open for me.”

Pecco heard it loud and clear. Not wanting to disappoint Vale even more, he slowly works his arms behind, letting his chest and cheek fall on the desk. Vale doesn’t say anything, even when he takes his time preciously to adjust his fingers to present himself as perfectly as possible. From Vale’s seat, he can see the organ twitching, red, and still wet—cum or piss, nobody knows—from the previous act.

“Good. Now, I need you to count for me,” he tells him, with an overly sweet tone you might get fooled by it. “And don’t move your hands anywhere, got it?”

“Yes, Vale,” he answers, this time knowing what will happen next.

They rarely do this, only once before, probably, and it was accidental. They were having a tender love making and Vale taps softly over where they’re connected, which quickly turns into him admitting that he wanted Vale to do it harder, to make it hurt. From then, if he upsets Vale, he’d have him bend over his lap, or any other surface, so Vale can slap his cunt until it’s red. But it’s also months ago, he’s surprised that the man still remembers it. Even so, bringing it up again when he’s overly stimulated.

The first strike comes shortly after his answer. “One,” he counts, voice small.

“I can’t hear you,” Vale replies as he raises his hand again. “Louder.” He lays another hit.

“Two!” It’s embarrassing how pathetic he sounds right now, Pecco thinks. It’s also embarrassing how much he wants this to last.

“That’s my boy.” It’s barely done and Vale’s already back praising him. He slaps him again, this time making sure it really landed on Pecco’s sensitive clit. The scream that’s followed by his next count is sure beautiful for his ears.

The next ones weren’t easy to get over with, as the number gets higher, Vale also increases the pain, ignoring the one he’s also feeling on his palm. Pecco’s pussy juice has been dirtying it anyway. At the count of seven, Pecco’s already shaking on the table.

“We’re almost done, come on. It’s your fault I’ve to do this.” The lie comes off his tongue easily.

He lands the next hit, Pecco immediately counts, “Eigh—” as Vale feels another weak spurt on his palm, wetting it. His boy is on his limit and he knows it, his eyes are watery and he loves how pretty he’s looking right now. His skin is turning red all over the place, matching his overstimulated and sensitive pussy.

Before he does the last two, he lets his thumb play and press on Pecco’s red peeking clit. The boy yelped, clearly not expecting it. Vale shushes him, “It’s alright, you’re almost there.” He lets go of it, two short mean slaps follow after. He couldn’t hear Pecco counting them, he doesn’t mind, because in return, he squirts against Vale’s palm instead. He just reached another orgasm over Vale slapping his cunt, his whole body trembling.

The whole image is filthy and sinful, Vale wishes he can take a picture to treasure it in his mind. Pecco always has a high-tolerance when it comes to pain, and he can’t lie, it amazes him. He sounded so sweet when Vale landed the last hit, his orgasm numbing him. It leaves him with another task though: to clean the room out and his now passed out lover. But he knows his priorities.

Pecco definitely passed out because when he opens his eyes, they’re in a whole different room. He’s wrapped in new clothes and a warm blanket. Looking around, he notices that he’s in Vale’s— their shared room. He feels clean, even when his lower half still kind of hurts. Vale must’ve bathed and moved him here. The man in question enters the room not long after with a cup of water in hand, approaching him.

Vale sits on his side, softly moving the curls that are covering Pecco’s eyes. “Awake already?” He hands him the water. Pecco accepts it as he straightens his sitting position, now they’re looking each other in the eyes.

“Mhm.” He takes a sip from the water. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

Vale looks at him like he’s ridiculed. “Of course I had to. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“But you did hurt me back there,” Pecco replies jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

That gained a chuckle from Vale. “That’s because you were naughty though. Who taught you to do that, hm?”

Pecco rolls his eyes, then he sets his cup aside. “No one.” He tries to ignore a Bez-shaped devil yelling on his shoulder. “I had to do it myself because we haven’t done anything for days,” he complains, but his tone stays lighthearted.

His confession makes Vale rethink the things he had done for the past days. Pecco had a point and he does feel bad about it. He didn’t expect that things would pile up when he had planned a whole week just for them both.

“You’re right. I’m sorry that I’ve ignored you, amore.” He pressed a light kiss into the corner of Pecco’s lips.

Instead of answering, Pecco chooses to pull his older lover closer, his arms connecting behind Vale’s neck. “Kiss me properly,” he whispers, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, of course. I’ll give you as much as you want,” Vale answers as the tips of their noses touch, his hands moving to hold Pecco’s waist gently. They fall into the rhythm not so long after. They still have a whole weekend ahead of them, and Vale is making sure that they’ll spend every second of it together. After all, he’ll do anything for his boy.

As for the white panties, Pecco will have to go through Vale’s laundry to find it. Not that he’ll do it, because Vale has proposed that they should pick new lingeries instead for him to wear.

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.