#Tavullia Ranch

[bobendsneyder64]

Valentino Rossi in his instagram story (03.11.23)

[bikerspiritmagazine]

Ο Valentino Rossi ανακοίνωσε τη λίστα των οδηγών για τον αγώνα 100 Km of Champions που θα γίνει στο Ράντζο του στην Tavullia

Ο Valentino Rossi ανακοίνωσε τη λίστα των οδηγών για το 100 Km of Champions που θα γίνει στο Ράντζο του στην Tavullia. Continue reading Untitled

[moonshynecybin]

Bez would for suuuuure get wish baby's name tattooed over the entire outside of his forearm

photorealistic tattoo of her face with her name in tacky cursive and FAMIGLIA on the other arm in a gothic font and certified clean girl marc marquez literally cannot look at him for two weeks he’s that disgusted.

[hotmessmaxpress]

Horror Au, Interlude: What happened at the ranch?

I was 99% certain that I got an ask about this, but I can't find it. This is a little interlude about what happened when Vale had an anomaly mimicking Marc appear at the ranch. Vale mentions it to Marc in part 1 of the horror au, and this is what he was referencing.

They’ve finished on track, showered, and headed upstairs to eat when the alert hits all of their phones at once. It’s one of the alerts that comes through regardless of do-not-disturb or silent settings, and Vale knows immediately it’s some sort of Anomaly event.

He checks his phone and scans the message. 

Void creature in your area. Take shelter. Lock doors and windows. Arm yourself. Take cover and stay quiet. Do not respond to voices you cannot see. Mercy be with you. 

He sighs and joins Uccio and Max as they hustle downstairs to secure the building. Garage covers come down and rolling shutters are pulled across windows. Vale is reminded, not for the first time, that he should upgrade the security of the Ranch. He pictures automatic safety devices and makes a mental note to workshop that plan with Max later. 

Once the building is secure, he heads upstairs. The boys have gotten the notification and they’ve silently chosen to congregate on the couches in the corner of the room, nervously watching their phones for updates. He settles on the floor in front of the couch, shoulder pressed to Pecco’s leg. The younger rider gives him a gentle, good-natured kick, and Vale turns to smile at him. Pecco returns the smile but he looks nervous, lips pulled taught against his teeth and brow furrowed. Vale pats him on the leg, as much of a reassurance as he can give while they are meant to be silent. 

Silence could mean a lot of things, but most commonly it means one of the void creatures; one of the mimics. 

The ranch is remote enough that it usually feels safe, but Vale has a sense of uneasiness. He isn’t sure how wide the radius is for the detection and alert system, and he wonders how close the monster is to their little sanctuary. 

They’ve been sitting in silence for what feels like hours when they hear it. 

“Vale!”

It’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room. Almost at once, all heads swivel to look at him as the voice calls out again.

“Valentino!”

There’s only one voice that says his name like that; Marc. 

It’s been a long time since he heard Marc say it, and his throat feels like it might close up.

He knows it’s not Marc outside. There’s no reason that the younger man would be in Tavullia; he’s definitely not welcome in the town and there’s no way he’d even make it out to the ranch. There’s no way it could be Marc. 

Still. Vale can’t help but think of what it would be like if Marc were out there. There’s basically no way to survive a void creature. Marc would be doomed, and Vale would have to hear it. 

As if it’s reading his mind, there’s a wail outside. It’s so brutal and loud that Vale squeezes his eyes shut. Pecco’s leg twitches beside him. Another wail follows, and Vale is on his feet before he can really think about it. He paces away from the group, running a hand through his hair. 

His hair, thinning now from age and years of being tugged at by helmets. It’s hard not to think about his age at times like these, when he feels so tired and weathered. He wonders if Marc is starting to feel his age. It’s been so many years since he spoke to him, and the few times he’s been able to bear looking at his face he knows Marc has gotten older. His cheekbones are more defined, and his mouth is framed in laugh lines. His laugh– one of Vale’s favorite things. 

The voice, Marc’s voice, screams outside.

“Please, Vale, let me in. I’m so sorry; I’ll apologize! Just let me in.”

The void creature knows just what buttons to press to mimic Marc in the most painful way. Vale presses his palms to his eyes. 

He knows it’s not Marc. He knows it’s not the younger man, the man who Vale raced against and shared podiums with. There’s no human on the other side of that door.

Suddenly an arm yanks him backward, and a hand covers his mouth to muffle his surprised noise. His eyes snap open and he sees that he’s somehow made it downstairs. He’s within arms reach of the door and its metal security panel. 

Uccio’s hands are a vice grip around him, holding him back. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses in his ear. 

Vale’s mouth opens as if to respond, but he has nothing to say. He has no explanation for his intense lapse in judgment, or even how he made it down the stairs in the first place. 

“Vale, please,” the thing outside begs. 

Uccio doesn’t let go of him, just guides him back up the stairs. The boys on the couches look terrified now, and Vale doesn’t have the words to apologize. This time Uccio deposits him on the couch next to him, keeping a solid arm around his shoulders. Vale puts his head in his hands but doesn’t close his eyes, suddenly afraid of what will happen. 

He misses Marc. He wanted to let that thing in because it sounded like Marc. Vale is overcome with the thought that he has to talk to the younger man; he has to reconcile, or apologize, or something. He just can’t possibly go the rest of his life feeling like this thing between them is so unsettled. He needs closure.

He thinks about what that looks like, turning scenarios over in his head until the arm is lifted from around his shoulder and their phones chime with the alert system telling them that the creature is gone. 

This time Vale stays put as Max and Uccio take over raising the shades and opening the house again. He doesn’t react as Pecco and Bez playfully argue and throw shutters open, giddy and relieved to be safe. Celestino is immediately loud and talkative, making up for the time spent forced into silence. 

Vale should be joining them, celebrating their safety. He can’t get up, though, because of the lead weight of regret that has taken home in his stomach. He has to talk to Marc. 

[ray935sworld]

New years eve

de-aged academy, establsihed rosquez

31.12. winter writing

Deaged AU

Vale smiled when he heard Cele scream. At this point it was even something new or concerning. It was just normal that at least one of the boys was yelling and running around.

Both him and Marc had learned to detect playful and actual screaming pretty quickly. And that was a happy scream. An excited one to be precisely.

"Franky, do you wanna go wake up Cele and Marco?" Marc had asked earlier and the young boy had nodded enthusiacly. The two youngest had gone to bed around 3 hours ago to take a little nap but they had promised them to wake them before the fire work started.

Luca, Andrea and Pecco also had a little nap in the mean time. Franky had slept a couple of hours in the afternoon so he had been awake and playing with his Legos in his room, when he wasn't currently watching a movie, cuddled close with Migno.

But now he, Marco and Cele were running outside the room, all three smiling like crazy. It was silver and they all knew what that meant. Fireworks.

"Ah ah ah!" Marc said quickly as soon as he saw them. "If you wanna stay in your PJs, you're not getting outside. It is cold and I don't want you to start the new year witb a cold. So go change into something warm if you wanna go outside."

Without questioning or arguing - for once - Cele and Marco obeyed. They knew they wouldn't win so they quickly ran back while Pecco and Luca scrambled in the hallway, both already dressed.

Pecco wore a red sweater with a dachshund in front while Luca was wearing a hoodie, around 2 seizes too big for him. But it was a one piece themed one and he had begged for it the whole time so they had bought it for him. It had been his favorite ever since.

"Next are jackets, scarves and caps" Vale announced. Franco nodded and looked around. "Where's Andrea?" "OH, I think he's in the kitchen?" Marc suggested while kneeling down to tie Lucas and Francesco's shoes. The two then grabbed their jacket. Pecco zipping Lucas up before Luca zipped Pecco's all the way up to the chin.

"I'm sure he's here soon" Vale said while getting all the scarves and caps ready. Franky had already both shoes on and was tying them up when Migno, Cele and Bez returned, all smiling excitingly.

"When's the firework gonna start?" Andrea asked, while jumping up and down. There was a chaotic glimpse in his eyes at the thought of the explosion that would soon be all over the sky.

"Not before all of you are wrapped up warm and tight like burritos." Vale announced. He and Marc shared a laughing glance as he watched their boys quickly getting ready. It was probably the quickest they had ever gotten into their shows and jackets and winter stuff.

At they end they somehow manged to get their chaos kids out the door. Cele was almost drowning in his yellow Pikachu cap while Marco - with his somehow matching frog cap - was holding his hand as they stepped out. Maybe that's how the youngest before slightly scared face had smoothed out.

Cele was slightly afraid of the sound of the firework, so Vale was quite happy that Bez seemed to remember or at least now about that. He had still taken it apon him to look after the young boy.

"Okay" Vale said, quickly counting to make sure no one was left or forgotten in a corner. Again. But they were all there. They went around the ranch, looking over Tavullia.

They hadn't bought fireworks themselves. They knew it wouldn't have end well. With Cele being afraid of the sound and the kids mostly around 4-7 it just seemed like too much of a risk. Instead they wanted to watch the show around them.

That's why Vale was now standing there, waiting for the show to start. Marc at his side, the kids standing infront of them, lingering around as if they could make the fires start sooner by staring holes in the sky.

And then, slowly, the clock moved to midnight.

"You know..." Marc whispered. He was holding Vale's hand, their finger intervene. "If you had told me last year around this time, we would be here... Like this... I would have checked you in a mental institution"

Vale chuckled and leaned more against the smaller body. "If the boys continue like this, you might have to." he jokes and grinned happily. "I'm not sure if they drive me insane, towards a heart attack, make me go grey or all of it. But they are our boys and I couldn't be happier"

"They are. They really are" Marc agreed with a huge smile. There was no doubt in Vale's heart that this expression was as honest and as pure as it could be. It was honest happiness. "And I would trade it for nothing in the world. This is our small, weird, special family."

"Just perfect.... And... You are happy?" Vale asked just to be reassured. After all, it had been a big chance. "So incredible happy" "Good... That's all I want. I only want you to be happy." "I am happy as long as I'm with you." "You will have me for as long as you want me" "That's a really long time" "I sure hope so-" he whispered and kissed him.

The first firework had started once Vale's lips had met Marc's. The church bells started to ring, indicating that they had hit midnight when Marc raises his hand to put it around Vale's cheeks.

They had ended the year kissing and started the new year just the same. And both knee that this year would be filled with even more kisses and love.

The soft kiss felt like heaven. Especially because their kids were around them yelling excitedly. It felt like the essence wmof their family got capture in that second.

They separated both smiling like love drunk teenagers when small hands attacked them. Within seconds they had their kids hugging their legs and hugging them tight.

"Happy new year papas!" they yelled in unisono, all of them smiling. Marc and Vale looked at each other, both knowing their hearts felt like bursting while looking at the little ones.

"Happy new year bambinos" Vale replied while Marc was crushing Marco, Pecco and Franky in a tight hug with one of the widest smile Vale had ever seen.

Happy new year everyone! Stay safe in 2025!

[kwisatzworld]

“The academy and the ranch are like Florence was in Renaissance times for artists and poets. This is Florence for riders. Vale is our teacher, he keeps us together, so we give our maximum and develop our natural skills.” - Franco Morbidelli

“All those young kids at the ranch, they’re trying to kill him! They have a lot of respect for him but when they start racing him, they don’t care and that’s definitely got to help. They all want to be him and I think he loves that – it’s like he’s found the fountain of youth in Tavullia.” - Alex Briggs

“The really special part is that we always go out together in the evenings, eating at different restaurants, where we talk about motorbikes and girlfriends.” - Pecco Bagnaia

“Vale has been my hero since I was very young – I met him but never spoke to him when I visited MotoGP races as a kid. I joined the academy after I won the Italian Moto3 championship in 2015. At first it was very strange working with him. I was always nervous, but now it’s normal.” - Marco Bezzecchi

“Every evening we go to his motorhome, We all ask him for technical advice about riding and the track. He gives us a lot of attention and always gives us good things to think about. If I have a problem at one corner, I message him between practice sessions and he messages me back to tell me what to do.” - Luca Marini

Archive｜Motor Sport Magazine March 2019

[topnotchquark]

I am new to motogp, but what the fuck is the deal with Uccio and the rosquez drama in 2015.

My brother in Christ are u stupid? Why don't you tell Vale to put all his stamina and mental games on f.ing Lorenze, the actual threat to the 10th? You could scheme the divorce in 2016 or sth you stupid Ipad stand!

Oh my god! An opportunity to analyse Uccio! Persona non grata and public enemy number 1 on motogpblr (btw, are there any Uccio shooters on Tumblr? My inbox is a safe space, I wanna hear your side of the story).

There is no way for me to know for a fact why Uccio ended up being the first domino to fall that led to Sepang 2015 but I did look around to see if I could find a bit more about the relationship between Vale and Uccio.

These two go all the way back to the crib, literally. Uccio mentioned in an interview that Tavullia is a small town and they were only a few months apart in age so they ended up at the only day care in the town together.

Uccio has been called a bumbling fool and a freeloader and what not (look at this post openly roasting him for being Vale's Lackey) and despite my dislike of him I won't do the same (for once lol). Vale shot to stardom at a young age doing the death sport that required him to travel extensively. What better way to feel grounded than to have your childhood friend near you at all times (the fact that Vale didn't leave Tavullia for flashier places like Monaco or wtv has been reiterated in so much writing about him, and Uccio has said the same). There is definitely an element of familiarity and comfort that both Vale and Uccio seek from each other. Uccio mentioned that they would come back from a weekend of racing, put down their suitcases and immediately get on the phone with each other, which, teenage bestie-ism is such a force lol it could power cities if harnessed.

Anyway, back to racing. The consensus is that Vale didn't have the best rivals in Biaggi and Gibernau, they were inconsistent and susceptible to mind games. Vale enjoyed the initial years of his career as an untouchable, peerless talent. And then..... the winds changed direction :)

Vale was 36 in 2015, most pro athletes are considered done and dusted at that age. He had been putting his body through years of premier class motorcycle racing. Add to that how bad the Ducati years had been and just, so much life had happened. I don't want to talk about Sic's death, but that too and while racing at that. Vale had already started working on the academy (Franky was signed in 2013 afaik). Vale had moved on from the glittering, ebullient, darling of every circuit personality. Imo choosing to be a mentor and doing that well is among the most impressive things Vale has done but when you mentally cross the rubicon to accept your youth is decidedly over, it changes things. For starters, it's a real question of whether you've already chosen to hang your boots. What I'm trying to say is, a lot was at stake in 2015 for Vale. The kind of, calm and bemused, quietly malicious as and when required public persona that Vale has honed over the years needs the solid bedrock of consistent winning to seem graceful. It wasn't just a championship at this point, it was a question of pride and cementing your legacy and being the architect of how the world perceives you when the odds have been stacked against you for a while.

Back to Uccio. He simply didn't trust or like Marc. Or anyone who was on the racetrack at the same time as Vale (he didn't even spare sweet nothings for Viñales). I have no concrete theory for said distrust short of just saying Uccio is a bit of a slimy character (this interview of Uccio when he's doing his best impersonation of henchman from an old Hollywood western). Uccio wasn't even happy when Marc made the infamous visit to the ranch in winter of 2014. Guess the whole "Marc is helping Jorge win" thing was Uccio's attempt at reminding Vale of his ruthless nature that he thought Vale was finding hard to tap into (Vale did say Marc was an updated model of him). A friend once said that a lot of time public facing figures aren't as cruel or rancid in their interpretation of the world as much as the followers of said people. So Uccio started talking shit and given the circumstances of 2015, it made an impact.

Ultimately the odds were stacked high and Vale made a mistake. I suppose Vale knows a thing or two about how pressure can make someone succumb to errors :)

So that's my take on the whole deal. Uccio, croney par excellence, used Vale's desperate title bid in 2015 to purge some of his misplaced blood lust. He made Marc his target because according to him the young ones on the grid were nothing but a nuisance. Vale fucked up and let it drive his paranoia and made a big fucking mistake.

[bobendsneyder64]

Valentino Rossi: Cold season start at the MotoRanch

[anitalianfrie]

omegaverse rosquez ask! how do you think they spent marc's first heat after he came to motogp together?

Also does marc wait for the off-season to induce his heat and just drives to italy to have his back blown out at the ranch or does it happen during the season and the whole paddock salivates over preheat marc then he wins the race and vale fucks him directly after the podium?

so, their first heat together, vale tries to be the best he can, puts on a show, because he's a performer at heart in the end but he also tries to not be too sweet because that would give the wrong impression, because they're not a couple, no sir, never. (he of course doesn't know that this is the first heat marc has ever spent with anyone)

Anyway, the question of them getting together for marc's heat isn't even a question because 1. they're alway fucking, and everybody knows that during heat it's 1000 times better, and 2. the first time they fucked vale was literally in pre-rut. they've already done it.

Marc, as we have estabished in the community, has two needs, winning at motorcycling and old man dick and the former outweights the latter, so he really meticulously plans his heats to be in the off-season. except that marc didn't plan for the stress of winning a championship (cut him some slack, he's young), so his heat gets anticipated and starts immediately after Valencia. Marc of course knows what's happening but ignores it because, meh it's only preheat, i have to do the post season tests, but by midday he realizes that he's going to get into heat soon (like, two hours soon), he runs to valentino all read and sweaty and feverish, and then they're both misteriously unavaliable for the rest of the day.

Valentino brings marc to his room, and marc starts to get all clingy and insist on being carried around in vale's arms (he obliges), and then he plasters himself against vale and begs him to get fucked. and at first vale teases him about it but marc is way too far gone and gets ond the bed and opens his legs and his shorts are completely wet from slick and begs so. of course vale fucks him and they have the most insane sex ever had for the whole duration of marc's heat and marc keeps begging to get knotted and mated and filled up with vale's cum and. it certainly does something to vale's brain. when marc wakes up from the heat-brain fog he finds himself cuddled by vale who is still inside him(!!!) and goes a bit crazy and promises himself he'll give vale whatever he will ever want.

from this moment on they spend every heat/rut together until sepang 2015 even if it's pretty clear that things are starting to get sour but marc is too in love to get off the rose tinted glasses and the sex is soooo good. and of course every single time marc goes to tavullia to get him back blown out there isn't a single place in the ranch where they haven't fucked.

[moonshynecybin]

why are we torturing bez so much??but i want to torture him further imo this rosquez reunion time is very confusing for him because it aligns with the time he starts confronting his sexuality and obviously love for cele he is depressed thinks his best friend doesn't love him (of course he does) his EnEmY is at his safe space (the ranch) he has to escape from the ranch he goes clubbing with cele (ofc I'll be there guy) to liek ravena (idk what bigger cities with clubs are around tavullia i prefer northern italy) However! he chickens out of dancing with cele at the club, just watches him from afar (sad. jealoux.), cele going home with someone else, or at least bez thinking that, bez driving home drunk in a taxi, looking at lit up windows of apartments, thinking cele is inside one with his hookup (why does my heart feel so bad playing in the background -such a bez song), single tear falling down, comes back to the ranch, finds rosquez in the kitchen fucking and idk just goes home for a while, hides in his misery

we NEVER need an excuse to torture professional athletes that look like lesbians.... the idea of bezz having like. the worst day of all time. wiped out at the ranch maybe. confused about marc and vale (SUSPECTS they are fucking but cannot in fact prove it. ignoring implications concerning his own sexuality here like it is his JOB). goes clubbing doesnt have fun. returns to the ranch like woe is meeeee my boy best friend left the club with some dudeeeee (cele comma oblivious. made a friend. they are talking about farm equipment.) and he slinks through the door listening to sad italian indie music to find rosquez fucking nasty in the kitchen. so funny. poor guy.

[bikerspiritmagazine]

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[hotmessmaxpress]

i need Vale‘s pov of picking up Marc from Pesaro, because Marc wasn’t the only one worried, vale definitely was down bad just as much. The man of his dreams, who he almost lost before, is coming over to visit him. To meet him the first time as the person he really is. What if he only liked Vale for his money? Or if it just was some kind of hero worship? Valentino may have parked horribly, but that man was nervous, give him a break

Thank you for waiting so patiently, anon.

Here's another Vale's POV interlude, this time of Vale being Down Bad at the train station.

You should come. 

To Tavullia. Come ride with me.

When Vale invited Marc to Tavullia to come ride with him, he hadn’t really been thinking. He knew he wanted to see Marc, so he invited him without thought of the consequences or how he would explain things to his family, friends, and staff. He’s too excited to take back the invitation, though, so as soon as Marc agrees Vale throws himself into planning. 

He carves out a long weekend that he’s sure he can block off, and he starts firing off messages to all the normal visitors to the ranch and his home that he will be busy those days. Uccio is noticeably suspicious, so Valentino gives up and explains that Marc is visiting. 

Uccio isn’t pleased, but they’ve known each other long enough at this point that Uccio knows when he’s lost a battle and he doesn’t push back too much. Vale makes him promise not to show up, and threatens that the other man may see something he doesn’t want to if he shows up. Even with the threat Vale isn’t convinced Uccio won’t try something, but he’s at least confident that if he does turn up it won’t be a huge argument. Vale can survive a little awkwardness if it means having Marc by his side, finally.

They negotiate travel plans and Vale pays for everything. He was tempted to completely throw out Marc’s itinerary and send a private jet for him, but he forces himself to play it cool at least a little bit. There’s still part of him, lurking in the back of his mind, that thinks Marc could be using him. He hopes that when he meets Marc in person the fear and anxiety will dissipate. 

Allowing Marc to fly commercial doesn’t stop Vale from obsessively checking the timing of Marc’s flight, though. He stays attached to his phone throughout Marc’s travel day, ears open and listening for the notification that Marc has landed.

As soon as Marc lands, Valentino is in his car and off to the train station. He knows he’ll have to wait, and that he’s going to arrive far too early, but he can’t help it. He’s far too restless and excited to continue sitting around. 

He’s in the car when the message pops up that Marc is on the train, and he forces himself to slow down. Driving faster won’t make Marc’s train move faster. 

It is late enough at night that Vale has no qualms about parking right up front. He pulls haphazardly into an empty taxi space, and tries not to count the minutes until Marc’s train will pull into the station. He tries to talk himself down from being nervous, but now that he’s seated in his car with only music for company, a thousand thoughts run through his brain. This may be the moment that he finds out that Marc really does only want him for his money. Where will he be then? He knows Uccio won’t say “I told you so,” because he won’t have to. Vale will hate himself if things go wrong with Marc.

He desperately wants the younger man to be genuine. He wants his feelings for Marc to be reciprocated and warranted. He wants the chemistry that they have online to be true in real life.

He also can’t wait to touch Marc. A bitter part of him whispers that if Marc is using him for his money, at least he’ll get to have the weekend with him. 

The minutes tick down as Vale nervously spirals, turning his music up to try and drown out the thoughts of insecurity. 

When Marc walks out the station doors, Vale can’t help but climb out of the car to greet him. He’s not exactly keeping it cool, but Marc is simply too beautiful. Vale is drawn to him like a moth to flame and he wraps Marc in his arms. 

Marc is small. He’s tiny in Vale’s arms, but Vale can feel the solid muscle beneath the warm hoodie he traveled in. His mouth waters as he pictures the hard muscle and tanned skin he knows is underneath the sweatshirt. 

He forces himself to let go of Marc, who is positively beaming at him. It’s overwhelming, seeing that enthusiasm and joy in person. It’s even more overwhelming to know it’s directed at him. All at once Vale’s thoughts that Marc might be using him disappear. There’s no way the joy in his smile could be hiding an ulterior motive. There's no way any person, no matter how talented at acting, could fake such genuine happiness. It nearly brings Vale to his knees.

When they climb in the car, Marc asks him why he wasn’t afraid of people photographing them. Vale, after all, had stood publicly in front of a train station and held Marc in his arms. 

Vale is stunned into silence for a second. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he should probably try and keep some semblance of privacy when picking Marc up. He tries to shrug and play it cool. 

“It’s late at night. People will leave us alone.”

He hopes that is true and he hopes Marc buys his explanation. 

The tension in the air is thick, and Vale considers pulling off the road to drag Marc into his lap and ravish him. Every time he glances at Marc, beautiful, joyful Marc, it’s all he can think about. By the time he pulls the car through the gate and up toward the house nearly half an hour later, he thanks every god in existence that he managed to get them home without crashing. 

Vale promises Marc a tour and some riding in the morning, before carrying Marc’s bag into the house. 

They barely make it inside the house before they’re on each other. Vale drops Marc’s things unceremoniously somewhere near the door, and then his arms are full of the small Spanish man. Marc is positively sinful, moaning into Vale’s mouth as he slides his hands underneath Marc’s shirt. 

Marc is so satisfying to hold, and Vale promises himself he’ll take the entire weekend to fully map Marc’s body. He has a sickening moment of hoping Marc will let him have this forever; that Marc won’t want to leave him once he is bored of having sex with his hero. 

Vale guides an enthusiastic Marc toward his bedroom, and his heart nearly stops when Marc freezes in the doorway. For a moment, Vale thinks Marc has gotten cold feet and is going to turn around and insist he be driven back to the train station. 

“You really do have a bike in here,” Marc says, awed. “You won a championship on this.”

The wide-eyed look on Marc’s face goes straight to Vale’s cock.

“Sit on it,” he says, hungry at the thought of seeing the younger man on his bike. He has fantasized about this hundreds of times, and as Marc settles onto the seat Vale thinks he might burst into flames at the sight. 

They’re both hard, and Marc climbs back off the bike as Vale grabs the smaller man and manhandles him onto the bed. 

He’s wanted this for so long, and as he strips both of them of their clothes and gets his hands and mouth on Marc, he knows without a doubt  that he’ll do whatever he needs to do to keep this forever.

[ridertua]

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[vr46italy]

"Wheeling at the MotoRanch"

[kwisatzworld]

Let us not deceive ourselves, motorcycle racing has never been a team sport, like football or basketball. In fact, it has always been said that the first person you must beat is your teammate. If you surpass your teammate, your value within the team rises; if they outperform you, the opposite occurs, and your value diminishes. In this world, it is as straightforward as that.

During my last three years at Yamaha, my teammate was Valentino Rossi, who was already a veteran rider at the time. Each of us trained following our own methods. While he practiced dirt-track riding on the ranch he had built near Tavullia, I trained with my father in Gerno di Lesmo, a few kilometers from Monza. Yamaha had a factory and the headquarters of the MotoGP team there. They had a not-so-large asphalted area where they tested the bikes that came out of the factory. We took advantage of that space for our exercises.

It was the 2013 season, and Rossi, who had just returned to Yamaha after two very challenging years with Ducati, was struggling to regain competitiveness. He couldn't reach the podium and was always trailing behind me, Marquez, and Pedrosa. Naturally, Yamaha was interested in improving Rossi’s performance. At the end of that season, things began to happen. First, I learned that my physical trainer, Antonio Cascini (who had been recommended to me by Yamaha), had met with Rossi and his trainer in Tavullia. I will never know what he told them, but I imagine he must have explained how I trained. For that reason, among others, I decided to part ways with Antonio. Weeks later, I found out that Valentino had started training with bikes identical to the ones I used in Gerno (a Yamaha R6 and a Yamaha YZ85), also performing similar exercises. It was clear that someone at Yamaha had told him about our training routines. Whether it was a coincidence or not, Rossi began 2014 being much more competitive, and at the end of that year, after a challenging season for me, he managed to beat me, finishing as the runner-up in the world.

All the teams in the world championship have a single team manager, but at Yamaha, the situation was slightly different. Since the factory allowed Rossi to implement that famous “wall” in early 2008, they had no choice but to split the team manager role into two people. Until the end of 2009, Davide Brivio took care of Rossi’s side, while Emanuele Romagnoli handled mine. But their differences with Ramon Forcada from the very beginning were significant, and the team’s atmosphere was deteriorating, so they decided to move Romagnoli to the Tech 3 team as Cal Crutchlow’s chief mechanic and hired Wilco Zeelenberg for the 2010 season. In 2011, Rossi moved to Ducati and took Brivio with him as his manager, so Yamaha promoted Maio Meregalli to be the team manager, coming from the Superbikes team.

After the incident with Antonio, I decided to talk to Maio. I told him that I did not approve of the brief visit to Tavullia by my trainer or Rossi’s “new” training methods. I could accept them looking at our telemetry or even copying our bike settings before each race, but that was going too far. I also mentioned that, as I already had Wilco and he was more on Rossi’s side, I preferred that he stopped attending the technical meetings we held right after each practice session. I suspected that Meregalli was passing on everything to Rossi’s team. Although it was not personal, but simply a matter of conflicting interests, Maio did not take it very well, and from that point on, our relationship cooled. Nevertheless, I do not regret the decision because I believe I acted correctly in defense of my interests.