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Marc can feel his ears ringing on the podium, the people cheering for him, the smell of prosecco in the air, Valentino.

He’s there with him, spraying him with that bottle, drenching him like he’s a fucking grid girl.

God he wishes he was one, that way Vale would act on the obvious tension that sparkled between them, without backing up every time they got close to it.

Just the thought of Valentino taking him apart made his nights, when he was alone in his room, hard in his pants and imagining it was Vale opening him up instead of himself, that it was Vale fucking into him with a brutal pace and not that dildo he always had with him because the older didn’t gave into his flirting.

He’s hard in his leathers now, Vale is so close he can feel his breath on his neck, he wants to kiss him and make him feel so good he will never forget him.

At first he thought it was wrong, to thirst for a man 14 years older than him, it was sinful and dirty.

But he sees the eyes with which Vale looks back at him.

They’re full of the same lust and deep desire as his, burning with the need to have the other right then and there.

But as much as Marc tries, and he does try a lot, Vale always puts a stop to it before anything goes over the phantom line the italian traced already last year, when Marc went up to him after winning his championship and asked him for a gift for winning, and Vale told him “you’re too young bimbo, come back once you’ve grown” and he felt so insulted back then, he was offering himself to Vale and he refused.

He ended up sharing the night with more than a random guy at the bar he went to, they left him covered by marks and limping, the day after Vale had fire in his eyes, Marc knew jealousy when he saw it, and Vale was fucking drowning in it.

Good.

It just made him try harder and harder every time he had the chance.

And right now he can feel that stare again, it’s burning a hole in the back of his neck, he’s talking to Lorenzo now, and he knows the other man looks at him with need too, not like Vale, no one could, but it gets Vale riled up and he lives for it.

So he steps closer to Lorenzo, asking him something more about his move to overtake Vale, looking at him with great interest as his countryman explained the way he used the brakes a certain way to keep Vale out his racing line.

Vale is pissed off, to say the least.

What kind of business does Lorenzo have to be talking that close to Marc?

He doesn’t need to be standing a few centimeters only from the boy’s face, he can still talk about his totally not great move by standing further than that.

“They’re calling for us to go back, we can't stay on the podium forever” Vale grits his teeth, he doesn’t like the feeling of jealousy gnawing at his stomach, it’s consuming and it gets him unfocused.

Once they’re out the public’s eye Lorenzo goes away, he’s being called by his race engineer, leaving him and Marc alone.

Marc.

Probably the most beautiful and talented guy he’s ever seen in the sport, he looks perfect, even right now, after being drenched in Prosecco and tired from the race.

Actually, right now the boy looks better than in any other moment he’s seen him, because it was him to cover him in alcohol, it was his way of claiming him.

He knows he shouldn’t be having certain thoughts, that’s a kid he’s looking at, he’s barely 21, he can’t want him.

But his eyes betray him, they follow Marc’s movements, the way he goes to unzip his leathers very slowly and pool them to his hips, a black sleeveless undersuit leaving his arms and collarbone completely out in the open.

And Vale can’t fucking believe his eyes.

There’s marks all over his collarbone, one so high it could’ve been seen peaking also from the leathers.

If he squeezes his eyes enough he can see the faint line of a handprint on the boy’s hips through the undersuit, not to mention the hickey on his pec, standing proud right there, eye level.

Marc is clearly doing it to catch his attention, he’s smirking, his little cat smile that gets Vale every time.

They’ve been playing this little flirting game since last year, when he refused to fuck Marc after he won the championship. He would’ve lied if he said that as soon as the boy left he didn’t run to his bed to push his hand into his boxers and start touching himself at the thought of having Marc with him for a night, imagining it was his mouth around his dick, not his hand.

“We’re going partying tonight Vale, you coming with us?”

“Eh I’m a bit old Marc, i don’t know”

“Come onnnnn I am inviting you, we’re celebrating my win, it'll be fun!

“I don’t know Marc I should probably sleep and recover for next race”

“Please? I promise you’ll have fun, there’s plenty of drinks, Honda’s offering”

Vale sighs, he knows he won’t refuse, he also knows that once he’s in the club Marc is gonna glue himself to his giving him barely space to breathe and he’ll have to control his instincts all night long not to act like a fucking animal.

“Fine”

Marc smiles, cheeks tinted of a soft pink that makes Vale’s head spiral.

God he didn’t even do something remotely arousing and he was already feeling the need to kiss him until they ran out of breath.

“See you tonight then, bye Vale” he turns around to go away, then turns back towards the man “wear something cute, I like the black shirt you put on last time, it…enhances you”

Marc smirks again, this time walking away, still smiling and biting his lower lip at the idea of seeing Vale that night.

He knows he’s going overboard with the flirting but that’s Valentino Rossi he’s got charmed, it’s not everyday that man has someone get this kind of power over him.

He wants Vale to crumble, to give in to his teasing because he can’t keep faking that the men he fucks with are Valentino, he can’t keep waking up at 4am bricked up and having to take care of himself thinking of Vale whispering in his ears how good he’s being or how much of a slut he is for touching himself when he knows his teammate is asleep in the room next to his and the walls are so thin you could hear a fly in the other room.

He needs to have Vale, the real one, inside him, needs to suck him off and have him forget anyone else ever did it, wants to feel those beautiful hands around his throat, squeezing that much to get him light headed, wants to feel his mouth on his neck and his own, his own hands in the man’s curls, tugging at them as they make out.

He also needs to get to his shower quickly, because he’s hard as a rock and can’t keep walking around like that.

On the other hand Vale is not doing much better, he looked at Marc’s ass as he walked away, he noticed the twinkle of pride in his eyes when he accepted the invite.

God what kind of situation has he gotten himself into?

He needs a shower too, to calm himself down and get himself together before the party.

He’s going to have to restrain himself all night long, and it's going to be difficult, because even if he tried to divert his attention from the kid he knows he’d end up looking at him dance and flirt with other men and get jealous, because even if he never touched the boy he’s his nonetheless, it’s him Marc goes to look for in the crowd, him Marc teases to the point of no return, it’s him Marc wants.

Vale gets to the hotel as quickly as humanly possible, the only thing in his mind still the boy from Cervera, it’s an obsession at this point he thinks, every and each thought is contaminated by Marc.

As he showers he tries to keep it at bay, but the smell of Prosecco on Marc’s skin is something one doesn’t forget too easily, and he finds himself gripping at the tiles of the shower as he comes, thinking of how beautiful Marc would look if he stood on his knees beneath him, his release painting his face.

He comes out of the shower with guilt and a towel covering him, his phone dings and the reminder for his dinner comes through.

He decides he doesn’t want to eat with the others and orders some food in his room, while he looks for the shirt Marc asked him to wear.

It could be embarrassing if it wasn’t extremely arousing too.

Marc on the other hand is shifting in his seat already, he went out to eat with his crew, they were all already a bit tipsy, but he was drunk on adrenaline and the idea of seeing Vale at the club.

He wanted to break the fragile glass that stood between them tonight, he was set on doing it, whatever the cost may be.

He didn’t even care about dignity in asking Vale to rail him honestly, he just wanted wanted wanted.

Eager, someone could’ve called him, but was he to blame? He has the chance to have Vale for himself and he isn’t one to back up from a challenge.

The dinner ended later than he would have liked it to, he still has to go back to the hotel and change into something a bit more club-suited, as well as having another shower and using that cologne he bought just two weeks ago.

He’s running to his room once they’re back, his crew laughing at him because all they can see is a kid excited to go to the club to get drunk and party.

He’s quick as a lightning, showers, shaves, puts products and combs his hair, chooses a fucking new pair of boxers to put on, grabs the clean and fresh clothes from the cupboard and sprays a bit (a lot) of cologne on his neck and collarbone.

He looks at himself in the mirror, he looks good, he’s a bit tipsy from the dinner and the more than few sips of prosecco he’s had before and he’s out the door.

They’re not in the same hotel, so there’s no chance they’re gonna cross paths, but Dovi is.

He can see the other man in the hall, dressed for a night out, and comes up to him to greet him.

Dovi is pleased to see Marc, he always is, he compliments him too, and Marc blushes a bit, because after all Dovi is hot, there’s no denying it, and receiving a compliment from an older hot man does it for Marc.

They go to the club together, it's only a ten minute walk and they talk about the race, while Marc triumphed Dovi only came 7th but it wasn’t a disaster all things considered.

When they arrive at the club and enter Dovi is practically kidnapped by his crew and waves at Marc, who barely acknowledges the gesture.

His brain is in radar mode, looking for the one person he truly wants to see.

And it doesn’t get long to meet that pair of blue eyes that haunt his dreams.

They’re staring at him, a light veil of jealousy still covering them, probably he saw him come in with Dovi.

He smiles at the man, who nods in response, leaning against a wall in the other corner of the neon filled club.

Marc goes for a drink, and Vale is quick to join him, ordering something with whisky probably. Ew.

He’s still a kid, he gets a neutral VodkaRedbull and waits for it.

“You wore the shirt I suggested you” he’s smiling, a wicked sense of pride in his chest.

“It’s the only good one I have bimbo, don’t flatter yourself too much” but he’s smirking too, they both know he wore it just because Marc asked him to.

Their drinks arrive, and they’re both quick to down them.

It’s around 2 in the morning, the club is beginning to be packed, and Marc wants to dance. So he grabs Valentino’s hand and guides him through the crowd, finding a spot fairly near a wall but still a bit distant.

He begins to move and it’s hypnotic almost, the naturalness with which he moves his body, he’s flexible, Vale knows, he’s seen videos of him at the physio, guilt eating him whole as he felt envious of the man’s hand massaging the boy’s thighs.

He’s close, too close Vale thinks, it’s already dangerous, he can feel his mind telling him to ignore the age gap and take him to the nearest secluded space and fuck him until morning.

And he wants to listen but he also doesn’t want to give in to his instincts, he wants to control himself, but he wants Marc.

Marc who is shamelessly pushing him more and more towards the wall, the club is dark enough people won’t notice, red and blue lights creating an inviting atmosphere.

“Marc. Marc calm down, come on” he’s biting at his lip, he needs to direct his blood flow anywhere but his dick, and it’s very difficult, especially when Marc is looking up at him with those eyes.

Marc’s breath becomes heavier, he’s got his lips parted and his cheeks tinted of that beautiful pink again.

He knows he looks good, his fingers dance on the buttons of Vale’s shirt, feeling the goosebumps on his skin, he wants to press himself even more on the other.

And he does, positioning himself so that one of Vale’s legs is between his, and Vale closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath from the nose and releasing it through his mouth, a hand going to cover his mouth, eyes flying open again.

It’s desperation.

“Why won’t you touch me Valeee?” it’s slurred, but somehow firm. Marc still has his hand on the man’s pec, he’s standing a bit on his tips, face leveled with his chest, hot breath on it.

“You’re a kid Marc, I’ve got tattoos older than your career, it’s not right” God it’s arousing. Vale is trying so hard not to grab him and have him suck him off in front of all these people, but it really is a hard task with the way Marc looks at him.

“But you want me Vale, I can see it. And I can feel it right now. You want me as much as I want you. I need you to fuck me Vale please” and Marc now has lost every last drop of dignity, he’s basically dry humping Valentino’s leg, small sounds leaving his lips, a hand pressed lightly against Vale’s now painfully obvious bulge.

The lust in both their eyes is undeniable, tension so thick it’s dangerous, Vale can feel the fragile glass barrier he built shake and crack before his eyes.

“Marc I am trying not to grab you and fuck you in front of everyone don’t make this more difficult” and Marc is fucking smirking now, he has Vale where he wants him, admitting to his needs, voicing them.

It would be so hot if Vale actually did what he said to be dreaming. Have him before everyone, so that they knew he was his, no one else wanted, no one else needed.

”But whyy I like you you like me we can fuck, I’m 21 not 17. Please Vale just take me” he’s desperate too now, whining, he wants Vale to finally get it’s ok, he doesn’t need to be his age to fuck him, and Marc is mature enough to handle it. He’s pressing himself even closer to Vale, it’s already intoxicating.

“Marc. You’re 21, I’m 35 it’s…it’s not…I can’t- you should look for someone your age for this kind of fun, I’m too old for you bimbo” Vale is hard in his pants but tries to ignore it, he would feel like he’s corrupting Marc by giving in, while Marc knows he still has one move he can use.

What he’s about to do is subtle, cruel and immoral, but he doesn’t care.

Whatever the cost he said, he must have Vale.

“Mh. Well if you won’t do it I’m sure Dovi or Cal or anyone else in this room will take me, they all want a piece of me and I can’t deny them that, have fun with yourself later Vale”

That’s what does it for Vale. What gets him going, fired up, as if he just got a shot of adrenaline and has to run a marathon.

Marc daring to compare him to others, stating he can have them all because they all want him, which is true, but it’s also infuriating.

Marc is HIS.

He finally lets go of the last rational thought holding him back and his hand moves faster than his words.

He grabs Marc by the wrist, doesn’t even speak, and drags him in a dark and mostly solitary corner of the club, secluded from people’s gazes, his vision blurred from excitement and need.

He pushes Marc against a wall, and he makes a soft sound at the contact, then Vale finally kisses him.

Hungry, wanting, needy, desperate.

Marc tastes like fucking Redbull and something so peculiar it can only be Marc himself.

Vale has his hand on the boy’s hips. Possessive, demanding, burning, gluing him to the wall, a leg pressed against Marc’s bulge, mouth hot and eager messing with his.

Marc is barely registering what’s happening, he can feel Vale’s hands on him, fucking finally, if that’s a dream he never wants to wake up, he can feel electricity sparkling between their bodies, the huger from Vale translating in the roughess of his kiss, Marc’s hand going for Vale’s curls, pulling him even closer.

Marc moves slightly and his dick brushes against Vale’s thigh, making him moan in the kiss, the grip on his hips strengthening.

“Vale” Marc already sounds desperate, his voice is trembling, a wet spot has appeared on the front of his jeans, where Vale’s thigh was.

He looks shining, like he did when he won the championship last year and like he looked earlier today on the top step of the podium.

Vale takes in the sight, snapping a mental picture of this moment.

“Come with me” and Marc doesn’t need to be told twice, he follows the older man through the crowd, past the bar and ignores the stare coming from Dovi, blushing at the idea that he knows.

A part of Vale’s mind, probably the sane one, still yells it’s wrong, still sees Marc as a kid, still wants him to stop. But he shuts it up, Marc is glowing, his eyes are shiny and look like he’s been crying, he’s perfect.

Vale leads him to a bathroom a bit further than the others, and almost doesn’t give him any time to think, he’s already on him again.

It’s as needy and hot as the first time, but now his hands are one in his hair and the other squeezing his ass, while slowly guiding him to a stall.

“Fuck…Marc you are beautiful” Vale closes the door of the stall they ended up in and goes to attack Marc’s neck, biting a little at the flesh and licking his Adam’s apple.

Marc is set on having the upper hand at least for one moment during this and finding some strength he pushes Vale onto the other wall of the stall, who’s got a surprised face, especially when Marc goes to unbutton his shirt to place hungry and wet kisses all over the man’s chest.

He slowly goes lower and lower, Vale’s shirt now completely unbuttoned and whole torso on display. “You’re gonna suck me off here Marc? Get on your knees for me and make me feel good?” Vale strokes the boy’s hair as he speaks, and Marc moans, he’s finally on his knees, where he so shamelessly wanted to be for the past year basically.

He goes to unbuckle his pants but Vale is quicker, a rapid movement and they’re already pooled at his ankles. Marc goes for the boxers and finally takes them off, Vale’s dick standing in front of him.

Marc wastes no time in getting his mouth on it, lips slightly stretched and red cheeks making a beautiful picture.

“Mh fuck Marc you already feel so good, can’t believe I waited so much to have you” Vale’s hand goes to tangle itself in Marc’s hair, but he doesn’t take control, just stays there, he just needs to touch him.

As soon as Marc begins to bob his head it’s heaven for Vale.

It’s even better than what he imagined, it’s as if Marc is made to do it, hollowing his cheeks at the right moment, his tongue playing with his head, his dick sliding in and out so smoothly Vale thinks he’s dreaming.

And Marc is loving it, the control he has now over Vale, he’s the one dictating the pace and the intensity, and it gets him even more aroused, one of his hands pressed against his crotch, giving him a bit of pleasure, but none close to the one he wants to feel from Vale.

Marc keeps on sucking, obscene sounds coming from him as he gags on Vale’s dick a few times, feeling it hit the back of his throat, it’s like a spell, Marc can’t desire anything else from now on.

“Marc I’m gonna come cazzo you need to-” but this time it’s Marc that doesn’t give him time to think, as he’s already coming hard down the boy’s throat.

Marc lets go of Vale’s dick, a thin string of saliva still connecting it to his lips. “Was I good Vale?” god that kid needed approval for this too, it made Vale feel dizzy, it was the best head he ever received, the need of validation Marc has is a powerful knowledge to him.

“You were amazing bimbo, now get up and turn around you deserve a lot more tonight”

Marc smiles, he’s hard in his pants, embarrassingly a lot, but obeys to Vale’s commands.

He feels Vale’s hands going to unzip his jeans, slowly dragging them down his legs, a groan coming from the older man when he notices his smooth skin.

He took the lube he kept in his pants out already, passing it to Vale with trembling fingers, as if he is afraid to break it.

When Vale finally coats his fingers with it and pushes in the first one he meets no resistance, Marc going red as a neon light out in the club, he can feel Vale smirking.

“Did you prep yourself before coming out tonight tesoro? Not really a good boy then mh? Couldn’t even wait for me to take care of you properly”

Marc whines, he can feel Vale starting to get hard again against his back.

“No no I wanted to be good, wanted to be ready to take you Vale, I ah fuck want to be good for you”

As he is speaking Vale pushes a second finger in, this time it’s met with more resistance, Vale’s fingers were slimmer and longer, even if Marc tried he couldn’t touch where Vale is reaching right now, ghosting over his prostate like a punishment.

“You teased me all night Marc, all year actually, because you just can’t keep calm can you? You need to get fucked so good you finally shut up. I could tell you not to come until I give you permission and you would obey right?” Marc nods, legs trembling as Vale’s breath becomes hotter against the base of his neck, his fingers scissoring him slowly.

“You also said you could go to other men and have them satisfy you…not good Marc not good, you really believe they could make you feel like I can?”

Marc is already crumbling under Vale’s touch and teasing, his words adding gasoline to the fire that burns in his body. “Answer pretty boy, or you’re not getting anything” he knows that’s a straight up lie, now that he got a small hint at what Marc is he can’t let go, but playing with the boy’s mind is too funny not to do, seeing how desperate he can get for him makes him feel powerful.

And it’s sick yes, but no one could have the willpower to resist Marc if he looks like that.

“No Vale no one, I want you, always wanted you, I need you now please I won’t say that again”

His voice breaks, god he knows he sounds pathetic, but it gets Vale going, small hungry kisses on the back of his neck as he scissors his hole more and more, stretching him more than he himself usually does, making him whimper more than moan, and Vale loves those little sounds coming from his throat.

“Mh you make such pretty sounds Marc, wonder if they can hear us right now, maybe they’re listening because you’re so hot they can’t resist.

Maybe your friend from before is right there, wishing it was him and not me here with you”

It makes Marc blush even more if possible, the recurring and present idea of having someone know, or hear them.

“Would you like for them to hear tesoro? To listen to you while I fuck you in here?”

It’s shameless how Marc whines at the words, Vale’s fingers still too slow inside him.

“They can’t hear anything if you don’t get on with it Vale, you want them to know you’re the one fucking me than actually do it and make me scream your name”

Vale has to take a second to process Marc’s shift in attitude.

God that’s hot. He really has no shame whatsoever, he wants it, he gets it.

“You've got a filthy mouth for someone who came after me like a desperate slut for a year” Vale adds a third finger, drawing a hot and long moan from Marc, whose hands are planted against the stall’s wall for stability.

“Don’t worry tesoro they are gonna hear you”

and he’s quick in exchanging his fingers brushing against his prostate with his cock, making Marc’s knees almost give up at holding him up at the sudden change.

“Vale God you- you stretch me so good” Marc’s gripping at the wall for dear life now, he can feel Vale getting hard inside him and oh God it’s the most fulfilling sensation he’s ever felt.

Vale bottoms out, then turns him around, pulling a leg around his waist and pushes back in, he wants to see his face, needs to feast at the desperation and need the other feels for him.

Marc looks absolutely beautiful right now: watery eyes, red cheeks, pink puffy lips on display.

Vale has to kiss him, there’s no other possibility.

So he does, hungry and hot, not interrupting his thrusts once while doing so, having Marc moan in his mouth, little whimpers escaping his throat and getting the older fueled.

Marc's knees are wobbly and they both know he isn’t gonna be able to stand in a matter of minutes, so Vale just goes to grab his ass and picks him up, Marc whines, arms thrown around Vale’s neck and his legs holding onto his hips.

He’s somewhat gently pushed against the stall wall, Vale starting to move again, Marc feeling the harsh contact of skin on skin and the pants coming from Vale’s mouth in his ear.

He starts feeling drunk with it, Vale’s cock fully hard inside him, still stretching him a bit, pain and pleasure meeting to get him absolutely fucked.

And now Marc is loud, moaning, whimpering, chanting Vale’s name and asking him for more, more, more.

Vale’s eyes are fixated on the marks the boy has been left with by someone else, and the rush of possessiveness makes him almost light headed.

He starts to kiss Marc’s jaw, then his neck and collarbone, still never stopping fucking him

“I don’t like these marks on you bimbo, these are not mine.” He speaks as he mouths at the sensitive skin on Marc’s nipples, ghosting a breath over them. “And I need you to be marked by me only, you get it right? I am not gonna share you, I am very possessive of what’s mine”

Marc whimpers, he can feel he’s getting close, and Vale saying those things just makes him weaker, he wants, needs Vale to mark him, wants to feel his teeth on his flesh like a signature.

And Vale does it, biting down on his collarbone, still holding him against the wall while fucking into him, Marc’s hand tugging at his curls.

He moves up his neck, sucking deep purple marks on it, then getting to his jaw, kissing it with hunger.

His thrusts begin to be more erratic, Marc immediately gets it, so he slowly untangles his legs from Vale’s hips, who flips him once again, facing his back, Marc’s asscheeks red from the grip he held until now, a fucking hell of a sight.

Vale wastes no time in fucking into him again, moaning at the tightening sensation of Marc around his dick.

His hands move to the boy’s nipples, twisting them lightly, but to Marc is more than enough, he knows he’s sensitive there, he has tears in his eyes from pleasure.

“Vale Vale Vale I’m- if you keep like this I’m gonna cum” it’s forced out, he can’t really think anymore, he can just feel Vale’s hands roaming his body, a smirk forming on his face.

“You’re so sensitive here amore, you’re blushing all over” but it’s not enough for Vale, he wants to have Marc’s full devotion, he wants to be the only one in his mind.

His left hand travels to Marc’s dick, stroking it a few times, his right one goes up, up, up until it meets his throat, closing on it tentatively, lightly, barely doing anything.

But the block of the oxygen gets Marc over the edge, he comes rapidly, a loud moan echoing in Vale’s ears and the whole bathroom, fuck if someone is truly there they have for sure heard.

And it leaves Vale mesmerized by how Marc can melt under him, how a hand around his throat can be enough to satisfy him.

It’s arousing, so much he doesn’t last long either, with his hand still around Marc’s throat and his dick Vale tries to pull out, to at least have the decency to not cum inside, but Marc realizes, and turns his head so quick it could break, Vale’s fingers brushing at his throat.

“No Vale please come inside I-I need you to I want to feel you inside me” and Vale is a weak man for this, for him, and complies, coming with a deep moan inside Marc, feeling him clench against his dick, soft whimpers coming from the younger.

Vale slips out, his cum slowly dripping from Marc’s hole down his legs, making him feel dirty, but so so aroused.

He turns Marc around again for the like fifth time this night, and kisses him hungrily, his fingers playing a bit with the boy’s oversensitive nipples.

They keep on making out sloppy, until none of them has oxygen left, then they just keep still, their foreheads pressed against each other, panting like they just ran a marathon, eyes glued together, in a moment where only the two of them exist, the post-fuck haze where both can feel the presence of the other.

“I need you now Vale, need you so badly please” it comes out as a whimper almost, Marc’s voice cracking under the continued overstimulation Vale is keeping him under, and Vale smirks, goes to place a light kiss on his neck, so gentle it’s barely there.

“Was me fucking you in this stall not enough baby? You need more? So eager let me take care of you” he whispers all this so close to Marc’s ear he thinks he could catch on fire, Marc blushes even more than before, a little whine escaping his mouth as he tries to answer while Vale still has his fingers playing with his nipples.

“please let’s get to my room Vale I need to - please”

and he’s just too cute like that, desperate eyes, wet puffy lips and those cheeks tinted of a red so deep they look artificial.

“Sure baby let’s go”

They make quick work of dressing themselves, trying to look at least presentable in other people’s eyes.

Marc’s jeans still have a stain on the front, and for how much he can try to find excuses it’s too obvious what that is.

Luckly the club is dark enough people shouldn’t notice the state they both are in, but before they can even make it out the bathroom completely they cross paths with a certain italian man.

Vale and Dovi have a five-second long staring contest, where Dovi loses quickly, mostly after seeing Vale’s pride shining in his eyes, the way his fingers are tangled with Marc’s.

But most of all the blissful look on the boy’s face, not to mention the unholy amount of hickeys littering his neck.

Marc snuggles himself more into Vale’s arms as the older pulls him closer.

Dovi has no business even staring at Marc now, Vale arrived first, and Vale’s known to be pretty possessive of what he gains.

Dovi looks away with a light blush on his cheeks, but Marc is quicker and waves at him smiling with his cat-like grin “Bye Dovii”.

Stronzetto.

Luckily Vale doesn’t hear Marc, he’s too busy dragging him out the club to care anyway, he needs to have him again like right now.

“How are we going back Vale?” and the man smirks, grabbing two helmets hung on his bike.

He brought two Marc thinks. He brought two helmets he knew I’d go with him. And it makes him blush as he secures it under his chin.

Vale hops on front, Marc behind him, arms tight around his body, fingers lightly teasing his abs.

“Behave” is the only word coming from Vale before he speeds off to the hotel Marc gives the address of.

They get there in a matter of minutes, Marc is sure they broke at least three speed limits on their way, but he doesn’t care, he can still feel Vale’s cum sticking shamelessly on his legs, the burn of a hickey on his neck, and he can’t wait to have more of it.

They climb down the bike and as soon as their helmets are put away Marc grabs Vale’s hand and starts to walk through the Hall towards the elevator.

Vale smirks at the boy’s eagerness, but as they enter the elevator and Marc is ready to throw himself at Vale they notice there’s already another person inside.

Vale pushes him in nonetheless, he wants to see how Marc acts when he’s this needy in front of other people.

The man barely acknowledges the two coming in, and Marc pushes the button for the 6th floor.

The ride until the fourth is already torture, he can’t get close to Vale, that guy is standing right in the middle of the elevator, waiting for his stupid floor.

Marc’s biting his lip, bouncing a bit on his tiptoes, picking at his nails.

He looks like he could throw the guy out if he doesn’t leave in the next two seconds.

The elevator dings, the guy is quick to go out, probably has some kind of business to attend.

The doors are not even closed all the way but Marc is already on Vale, hands pushing him against the elevator’s side and keeping him there, fingers tugging at his shirt as the two make out.

It’s a mess of teeth and saliva, and they barely feel the elevator stopping at their floor by how taken by each other they are right now.

“Your room Marc. Now” and Marc giggles, Vale wants it as bad as he does, and that makes him feel a little less pathetic.

Vale follows the boy blindly, not really taking in any of the surroundings, his eyes focused on Marc.

“Here here” Marc stops, taking his key out the back pocket, sliding it through the reader and waiting for the little dot to turn green.

It can’t do it faster, because as soon as it does Marc is pushed past the door, hears it getting shut and locked and then has Vale’s lips on his again. The same want from the club coming back, but this time they have a bed, and Marc desperately needs it if he wants to do what he’s been dreaming of since last year.

“Vale, take me to bed now please” and who is Vale to deny this perfect boy his wish?

He takes him by the hand, gently yes but still possessive, as if he thinks after tonight Marc could ever want someone else again.

Vale sits on the edge of the bed and Marc goes to settle on his lap, lips crashing again.

“Off everything off Marc I need to see you” it’s night but the moon is full tonight, shining through the window the boy left open for the breeze to come in and cool down the room a bit.

Marc obliges, taking off his shoes together with Vale and making half a show while taking off his shirt.

As soon as it hits the bed Vale’s lips and hands are on his nipples, biting and twisting them making Marc feel electricity all over his body “Vale if you ah if you keep like this I’ll cum God it’s so good”

It lights something up in Vale, the idea of having Marc come untouched by him just playing with his nipples.

He lets go briefly of them. moving Marc off his lap and onto the bed, not uttering a single word but making a deep sound when looking at how disheveled Marc already looks.

He goes to unzip Marc’s jeans, yanking them off a bit more harshly than he should, but at this point none of them cares about it.

He sits straight up, removing his shirt and jeans in like three seconds, then going to sit on the bed again, tapping his lap.

“Come sit here amore” and Marc is embarrassingly fast at following his orders.

Without the jeans forming a barrier but only briefs he can feel Vale’s hard cock against his much more than before, making him whine.

“You said you could cum from me playing with these alone? You really think you can do it?”

And this is how Marc finally dies. Sat on his God’s lap, almost naked, hard and with his cum still inside him.

“I- I yes I can” he stops, then goes all in “if you want me to”

Vale groans, throwing his head back against the headboard, a wicked smile painted on his face.

He starts to rub small circles on Marc’s hips, just above the waistband of his boxers, this id is going to be the death of him.

“I want you to Marc, I’m going to make sure you’ll never forget this” and he doesn’t give Marc the time to process the answer that he’s already mouthing at his right nipple, twisting the other between his fingers.

Vale’s tongue gets him light headed, it’s so good Marc could cry.

He whimpers and moans instead, his hands tangling themselves in Vale’s unruly curls, making him moan against his already overstimulated nipple.

“Vale Vale Vale” it’s the only thing he manages to half-moan half-say as he’s basically tortured by the man sitting beneath him.

Vale lets go of his right nipple, all red and swollen, and immediately gets to work on the other, while Marc whispers soft pleas above him.

He takes it between his teeth, torturing it a little, just to listen to the sounds it makes Marc do, and oh god would he record them and have them always ready for when he needs a quick release in his shower.

A louder moan comes from Marc, his hands tug at Vale’s hair a bit hared, and he’s so close it must hurt.

“Fuck you’re sensitive like a girl here Marc it’s crazy” and this is what has Marc definitely loose all the little dignity he has.

He lets out a high pitched moan as he cums in his briefs, staining them even more than before.

Vale smirks, working his way up Marc’s chest until he reaches his neck, sucking on it once more, just to be sure it stays there, then it’s Marc that kisses him and Vale can taste the lust on his tongue.

“Let me ride you Vale. I need to do it since last year I’ve been- been trying to get you here all night. Please just let me” it’s a mix of beg and resolution that gets Vale so aroused his head spins.

“Please be my guest Marc” and he’s so casual about it Marc wants to cry from happiness.

But his look transfixes to horror when Vale goes to open the drawer next to the bed.

He doesn’t need lube they just went before, he can’t can’t find it, not like that.

But he’s too weak and slow to stop Vale, who by opening the bedside drawer sees the only thing Marc could pretend was him all year long.

“Marc…you are a dirty dirty boy eh? You travel with a dildo to every race you go? Is it because I never fucked you before?”

And Marc wants to combust, disappear like a ghost, cause he’s too embarrassed of Vale finding out.

“Did you use it before tonight’s party amore? Is that why you were already stretched mh?”

God he has to stop, he's going to have him cum again by talking alone.

“Do you pretend it’s me when you’re alone in your room Marc? Do you say my name when you fuck yourself with it and wish it was me?”

Marc blushes again, even more this time, his cheeks matching the stark red of his red bull cap sat on a chair next to the bed.

“Answer me Marc come on I know you can do it”

no he can’t cause if he does he’s just going to sound pathetic, he doesn’t even know if he can speak right now.

But for Vale he tries, for Vale he would catch the moon so he tries “Yes yes I pretend it’s you because you always said I was too young but I needed you I wanted you I say your name every time I use it now please Vale let me ride you I- just please”

Vale seems happy with his answer, closes the drawer and looks at Marc with a smile, something burning in his eyes.

“If you weren’t this pretty and needy I’d have you fuck yourself with it in front of me, but you look too good and I want to feel you right now” Vale’s fingers go to hook on his waistband, and the motherfucker licks his lips like he wants to taste him.

“But don’t worry tesoro, next time you’re gonna do it, for me you would si?”

Marc feels his blood run all the way to his dick, leaving his brain empty, just the words next time resonating in his head.

There will be a next time.

Vale doesn’t even want an answer, he just tugs at his briefs and Marc is quick to remove them, Vale doing the same, looking at Marc with a fondness he shouldn’t feel.

Marc is even quicker to climb back on Vale’s lap and smash his lips against the man’s, muffling his moans as he lifts himself up and takes Vale’s dick in hand, slowly but steadily lowering himself on it.

“You’re so hot Marc so so hot you look divine like this” Vale groans as Marc finally sinks down completely, he never wants to feel anything else, he’s just too perfect to be true.

Marc starts to ride Vale, slowly still because his legs are tired from their first round in the club. But after a few moans from Vale and the man’s hand squeezing his ass like he owns it he forgets everything about the soreness in his thighs and picks up the pace, steading himself with his hands on Vale’s shoulders, his eyes unable to leave Vale’s as he keeps on squeezing his ass, for sure leaving a red mark on it too.

It’s the possessiveness he does it with that gets Marc more aroused, the feeling that in that moment he belongs to Vale.

Vale straightens up a bit, the new angle catches Marc by surprise and has him yelp like he was just caught doing something illegal.

One of his hands shifts from his ass to his hair, tugging at them just enough to make him whine.

The boy doesn’t stop his movements, chanting his name like a mantra.

He's basically bouncing on Vale’s cock, and it becomes the only thing he can think about, feeling Vale filling him up so nicely and never wanting to forget this sensation.

Vale’s hand moves once again, slowly letting go of Marc’s hair to close around the boy’s throat.

He had seen what it did to him back at the club, but now that the boy is even more sensitive and fucked out, he needs to see what happens now.

Marc is riding him with passion as if it’s a competition and he’s the fucking Olympics contender for the first place.

But when one of Vale’s hands closes around his throat and the other goes to his chest, his fingers teasing his nipples again, he loses his rhythm, letting out a moan so pornographic Vale is sure he’s about to ascend to Heaven.

Marc is melting under his touch, he feels so hot Vale thinks he could get burned, especially when Marc picks his pace up again, just whispering in a loop “yes yes yes yes” as he rides him, head thrown back, eyes closed and a strong grip on his shoulders.

“Fuck Marc you-God you really are perfect” Marc smiles as much as he can at the compliment, his brain now putty and so filled with Valentino’s name he fears he may just black out from pleasure.

“Ah you should see yourself right now tesoro, you look so pretty on my lap like this, a fuck a pretty princess on his throne”.

Marc goes completely red, moaning audibly at the comment, making Vale’s eyes sparkle with interest.

But even Marc has his limits and for how much he can try and not feel his thighs burning from exhaustion they ultimately give up, not holding him up anymore as he tries to still ride Vale.

And he’s half crying, he wants Vale to come inside him as he was riding him, but all his thoughts are shut down by Vale’s lips on his own, brushing them a bit too lightly for the kind of sex they’re having.

“You felt so so good riding me Marc, but after all you’re the winner no? Shouldn’t be doing all the work, you should let me do some of it too, don't you think?”

“Please” it’s almost indecipherable, a whine coming softly out the boy’s mouth.

Vale breaks away from the headboard, the hand previously placed on Marc’s chest sliding on his back, accompanying him gently on the bed, to then go rest on his hip, a permanent feeling carved in Marc’s memory and -at least he hopes- on his body too.

The hand on his throat stays there though, it gets Marc too fucked out and it would be a crime to move it away.

Vale picks up a fast pace immediately, Marc’s legs around his waist making him go feral with want, Marc’s whimpers not helping, especially with the way he is very clearly enjoying having a hand choking him.

Vale moves to kiss him but Marc’s hands are faster, pulling him closer, lips messily meeting in a rush that makes Vale moan in the kiss.

Marc’s hands travel to his biceps, he’s digging his nails in, which for sure will leave marks, but Vale just doesn’t care in this moment, too taken by how perfect Marc feels around his cock, hot and wet like in his best dreams.

When Vale hits his prostate Marc dies, he moans his name so loud Vale is sure the whole damn floor heard him, which is good, this way they know who he belongs to.

He starts babbling nonsense, his legs losing every last bit of strength to hold around Vale’s waist, the oxygen flow so light he can’t even think.

“Papi please” it’s said with tears in his eyes, begging for something he doesn’t even know.

Vale stops mid thrust and asks Marc to repeat, lightening the pressure on the boy’s throat.

Marc panics for a moment, maybe it was too much, too soon but when he sees Vale’s stare burning with lust he knows it’s the opposite, so he says it again, the oxygen to his brain a bit more making him able to form a decent sentence.

“Please papi I need to cum please”

Vale’s grip on his hip tightens, both his hands there now, as he resets the pace from before, aiming and hitting his prostate at every thrust.

“Fuck Marc you’re going to kill me if you say that” Vale’s brain is melting too, Marc calling him papi being the only thing he can hear.

“Papi please”

After a few more thrusts hitting his prostate Marc is back again to not being able to talk anymore, Vale lowering himself to kiss him sloppy, moans dying in their mouths, Marc’s hands gripping Vale’s back and nails digging and scratching, leaving marks Vale is gonna remember for a while.

a series of ah ah ah leaving Marc’s mouth as a beg, he can hear the slap of skin against skin and Vale’s grunts and he fucks into him more and more rapidly, his own moans filling the room.

“Papi you fill me up so good fuck” and Vale’s pace becomes irregular, he’s so damn close, they both know he is, Marc thightens the grip of his legs around Vale’s waist, he’s completely gone, he can just feel Vale inside and around him, and he would die right now a happy man if this was the last thing he got to experience.

“Marc I’m close you feel so good you’re so hot” they both are on edge, Vale is trying to keep composure, Marc doesn’t care anymore, he just needs Vale to claim him again, wants to feel the hot liquid spilling inside him and Vale calling him his.

“Please inside, please” Vale mutters something underneath his breath, then pumps Marc’s dick a few times, Marc can feel the roughness of his hands, and it’s so good, he sees white, cums arching his back and holding onto Vale’s for dear life, his release panting both his and Vale’s abs.

And when Vale finally feels Marc clenching around him it’s too good to try and resist, he cums too, shooting his load inside a completely blissed Marc who can just whine at the sensation.

Vale starts kissing all over Marc’s face, still inside him, the boy letting his legs fall from Vale’s hips, not an ounce of strength left in his body.

“Mine mine mine mine mine, all mine” his hands are still on Marc’s hips, keeping him glued to the bed, as he lets out soft, almost inaudible moans.

“Say it again Vale please, say I’m yours again” Vale grins, as he does after winning a though race, satisfied, conquering, powerful, because he just managed to win him, win him over every other person who wants a piece of that perfect boy lying beneath him, smiling at him with an unprecedented softness.

“You’re mine Marc” and Vale kisses him deeply while slipping out, both responding to the action with a moan of displeasure.

Vale really wants to just bring Marc to have a bath and clean him up, he really does, but no one could’ve prepared him for the sight he would’ve come across once breaking away from Marc.

His hole is pink and still swollen from the brutal pace he set before, overflowing with his cum, and Vale practically stops breathing, while Marc is blushing profusely, because he knows what Vale’s thinking, and he desperately needs him to act on it.

And Vale does, he starts eating him out, pushing his release back inside Marc, obscene and squelching sounds filling up the room, together with what little whimpers Marc can still form.

He goes on for a good minute, before Marc grips his hair, a string of “too much too much” making its way to Vale’s ear, who promptly gets up, cleaning the drops around his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry sorry you were too beautiful to let you like that tesoro, I needed to do it”

God. Vale needed that, him. It’s more than enough for Marc to smile, completely fucked dumb, and rapidly drifting to sleep.

“Woah no no no tesoro need to take a bath si? I have to clean you up I promise after the bath you can sleep for two whole days”

“might need two days just to recover from this” Marc smiles, his usual cat-like smile, as Vale helps him up from the bed, his legs still shaking and wobbly, so much Vale has to pick him up and bring him to the bathroom, sitting him on the edge of the bath.

Marc plays with the water filling the bathtub for some minutes, until he decides the temperature and level are ok.

He slips in, a warm sensation making his muscles relax, immediately followed by the sound of Vale getting in as well, wrapping his arms around Marc, pulling him against his chest.

“You were amazing bimbo, really, haven’t felt so good in forever” he nuzzles the boy’s neck, making him laugh slightly, he’s ticklish there, better make a mental reminder of it, Vale never knows when it could be useful.

“So beautiful”

Marc eventually falls asleep at the sound of Vale praising him and calling him beautiful, his arms keeping him close.

And it feels like a dream.

#alice writes #my fic <3 #rosquez #motogp rpf #motogp fanfic #motogp smut #valentino rossi #marc marquez #jorge lorenzo #cal crutchlow #andrea dovizioso

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ren-the3rd · 4 months ago

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Marcmarc fic (untitled and unfinished) ; 1.8K

it’s a WIP i might not finish but wanted to share what i got for now. not beta read and english isnt my 1st language so,,, mind the mistakes i guess

“Marquez?” Vale’s voice was tired. No, tired didn’t even begin to cover half of it. “Of all people?”

Bez wiggled uncomfortably in the chair. In front of him Vale was pacing, eyes closed and rubbing his temple. Giorgia – from PR – was still typing something on her laptop. She glanced up sometimes at him and looked annoyed. But it was still much more bearable than Vale’s eyes. The look said something in between “How can you be that stupid?” and “How the fuck did that even happen?” Both questions were left unsaid and Bez didn’t have an answer for any of them anyway.

It had happened in a drunken haze and he wasn’t even sur how or why. Just that he didn’t regret it a single bit.

Maybe he should, considering the PR storm he just caused.

He had woken up, Marc’s face settled on his chest and his phone had started ringing loudly. When he picked up, he had been informed of the pictures, the leak on social media. Two minutes later, it was Marc’s phone that rang.

They had scrambled awake, grabbing their clothes as fast as possible. At least it wasn’t awkward. The whole situation was too fucked and Bez worried to much about his potential end of career that he didn’t really think about Marc.

It was Monday after the American GP and neither their PR team nor Vale had left Austin yet. So they met at the track’s motorhome, locked themselves in an office.

Bez had seen the photos. They were incriminating, you could see clearly Marc’s face. Selfishly, he thanked God, or whatever higher power that his face was mostly hidden on all those photos.

He was still recognised him, if you knew him, you’d know. But there was potential deniability.

Vale explained the situation, that they talked to Marc’s team. They are doing everything in their power to erase those photos.

“It should be alright, it hasn’t reached public knowledge, we pulled them from social medias and are in contact with journalist to settle on a… discreet outcome.”

“And if they don’t agree?” Bez asked, a bit pitiful.

“Marc takes the fall, release a statement. Doesn’t mention you in any way. His career can take it and he’s the one most visible on those.” Giorgia chimed in. “I got a response from…” But Bez barely listened to her.

He was split in between relief and sadness. Giorgia was right, Marc Marquez was fucking Marc Marquez. He had both seniority and fame and talent. His reputation could take the hit.

Bez on the other hand. It would all depends on the sponsors, and he wasn’t very optimistic. But simply because it was logical, didn’t make it right. Nothing in that situation was right. Bez thought of what it could mean for Marc. Being forced to come out was a betrayal.

“Bez?” Vale’s voice stirred him away from his thoughts. “It probably won’t go there. Don’t worry.” He said softly. Bez just nodded.

They spent another hour going over the situation, possibilities and outcomes. They barely acknowledged Bez and he noticed how Vale never mentioned Marc in anyway. When it was clear Bez was of no help or utility, they released him.

His flight back to Italy wasn’t until tonight, he had some time to pack up. When he was back in his room, he checked his phone. There was a text from Pecco checking up on him and another one from a Spanish number. It wasn’t registered on his phone but he knew who that was.

+34 XXXXXX [11:47] : Hope you’re okay. We should talk when it’s all settled.

Bez definitely did not want to talk about it. Not now and probably not ever. But the older one was trying to be kind, so he sent something back and threw his phone on his bed.

It hasn’t been serious, they met on accident at a club after the race. They were drunk and they hooked up. End of story.

Bez took a shower, letting the hot water cascade over his skin, enjoying the burn of it. He focused on that, he focused on his sore muscles from the race, he focused on the week ahead.

He didn’t think of how Marc looked, still asleep, his arm hugging his chest. He didn’t think of the scars running along Marc’s shoulder. Nor of how he traced them mindlessly with his finger. He didn’t think of the split second before everything went to shit and he hoped there would be a next time. And he definitely did not think of Marc’s naked body on top of him, fucking him stupid.

Bez couldn’t afford to think of that. He apparently couldn’t be trusted to even hook up without risking his career.

Before the end of the day, he got a text from Giorgia assuring him everything was under control and nothing would get out. He turned his phone on airplane mode and boarded.

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Marc didn’t want to admit it, but he was a bit hurt by the whole situation. Later in the week, when it had been clear nothing bad would come of it, he had texted Marco. His text has been on delivered for three days now.

He did want to talk to him. Tell him he was sorry about the whole thing.

Technically, Marco had been the first to kiss him. But also technically. They had been dancing on some dubious club music, he had been incredibly drunk. Marc had found Marco on the dance floor. He would have been lying if he said he recognised him immediately, but he didn’t back away once he did.

They locked eyes for a moment. Marco froze, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. He looked confused for a second, but then his face relaxed, and with a slight shrug, he just continued dancing. Marc hadn’t thought anything through. He had slipped a hand beneath Marco’s shirt, and stepped closer. That’s when Marco kissed him.

Marc hadn’t thought of the people around, he hadn’t thought anyone could be filming or taking pictures. He was thinking of having Marco’s lips on him and more.

But he should have thought of that. It had been silly and dangerous.

The Spanish GP came along and Marco was avoiding him. That’s the only conclusion Marc could come up with. He couldn’t find him anywhere. Well, maybe in his motorhome, but if Marc could avoid stepping there, he would.

Later that day he finally caught sight of a spot of bright neon yellow and curly hair.

“Hey, Marco!” Marc exclaimed, picking up his pace to catch up. Marco didn’t even react, still walking towards wherever he was going. “Can we talk?” Marc asked, now that he had arrived at Marco’s level.

“I don’t think we should.” Marco said and continued walking towards his motorhome. He wasn’t sparing a glance to him.

“Marco.” Marc was going to grab his arm but his hand hang in the air. He looked around, too many people. “Marco, I just…”

“Leave me alone, Marc,” he replied tartly, finally meeting his eyes. “You’re going to ruin everything.” His lips trembled but his eyes gave no emotions away. He didn’t wait for a reaction or an answer from Marc, he turned his heels and left.

Marc stood in the middle of the paddock, completely stunned. Somehow it felt so much worse than when Marco came to yell at him last year. He had been fuming and angry and stupid. There he was just… Cold.

Marc was walking back to his motorhome. He had a free practice to focus on.

He wasn’t going to let the Italian distract him from anything. It was only a hook up, he wouldn’t even have texted him or tried to talk to him if there hadn’t been a PR risk. But this was all buried and hidden away, he could just move on.

Once he entered the Gressini garage, any thoughts of idiotic Italians vanished and he started talking to his mechanics.

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“What’s up with Marquez?” Pecco asked, as he barged into the room. Bez loudly grunted in response.

“Shut up,” he whined, earning only a raised eyebrow from his friend who settled on his couch, not bothering to ask for his opinion. They had just wrapped up with qualifying and the media pen. Pecco had showered, his hair was still dripping water on his shirt – and now onto Bez’s couch.

“No, seriously. Vale wouldn’t say anything, and you are just… weird. So?”

Bez wanted to disappear, or maybe die. Someone please put him out of his misery and just strike him down. But he trusted Peco enough to mutter. “We hooked up. In Austin. People took pictures of us kissing before we left the club.” Bez wasn’t looking at Pecco, rather focusing on taking off his leathers. But he could imagine him, wide eyes.

“So why are you being weird? Was he that bad?”

“No,” Bez sputtered, caught off guard. “My career was almost ruined. Because of him.”

“It wasn’t,” Pecco pointed out, his eyes steady and confused, fixed on Bez. “So, what’s actually wrong? Was it ‘cause he was awful at it? Cause I don’t really see the issue. They took care of the photos, right? And worst-case scenario it would have been like the Jorge/Aleix thing, no?”

Bez sighed, loudly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Pecco didn’t get it, it wasn’t even about what happened. That night, he had seen his entire career and hopes flash before his eyes. He wouldn’t risk it again, he wouldn’t. But he couldn’t help that he wanted Marc again. And as long as he felt that way, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“He was not awful. And they did take care of the pictures.”

“So?” Pecco pressed again. But Bez wasn’t saying anything. “Sure, I wouldn’t have picked Marquez, of all people. But I’ve seen you take worse decisions.”

“It was only a one night stand. I don’t owe him anything, he doesn’t either. I don’t see the issue. It’s not like I even was on his radar before Austin. So let’s continue like that. Anyway, I’m taking a shower.”

“Can I come with?” Pecco laughed

“I’m telling Domizia!” Bez shouted before shutting the door behind him. He took a quick shower, sighing at the warm water. His mind briefly drifting to the qualifying results—P2. He felt good about the race ahead. He didn’t let his mind linger too much on what ifs, that would be for the debrief and tomorrow. Afterward, he slipped into more comfortable clothes, and when he opened the door, Pecco was still there, now completely laying down on the couch. He was scrolling on his phone.

“Don’t you have a debrief or something?” Bez asked.

“Don’t you?” Pecco shot back, not even looking at him.

“Later. Do you want to get some food?”

#marcmarc #bezquez #motogp #marc marquez #marco bezzecchi #motogp fanfic #ren’s writing

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desmond-the-queer-dragon · 2 months ago

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Artwork by beloved friend and artist Prottxv on Twitter (DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT and please go follow them) of the DragonRider!MotoGP fanfiction I am writing (and have yet to publish, but we don't talk about that) called The Dragons of Blood and Gold. The Primordial Moon and the Eternal Sun. Both the fanart and the fanfic are a gift for @dasmidna (Basically a dragon version of the fanfic they are already writing) where I combine our two hyper fixations into one thing. It wasn't supposed to get this far, but it did. Pecco is scolding Marc for being so restless during a race. A sentiment shared by his dragon, Syrax, who is scolding her said mate and racing partner, Caraxes. Also known by the DracoGP fandom (hehe, see what I did there?) as Noodle Boy for his long neck. Unfortunately for Pecco and Marc, bonded dragons have to live together during the racing season. Hence, their riders have to live together. (There may be more than one bed, but there is only one house. Shame Marc opened the door shirtless when Pecco, Syrax, and Turbo arrived to move in). Oh, how Marc wishes he had been chosen by his previous dragonness, Moondancer. Álex, meanwhile, is throwing a party with his dragon, Sunfyre, for being able to shack up with a hot Italian named Luca due to Moondancer-Sunfyre's mate-choosing him over Marc. He may be the younger brother of the man who made his brother's life a living hell, but it's fine. Probably.

#Posted with permission from the artist and the person the gift was meant for :3 #I got too hyped and wanted to share this ahead of time #Y'all might see a cameo of me and DasMidna #maybe :3 #You can scold him Pecco. He's just gonna do it again. He found a dragon that matches his freak #There is a Formula 1 version of this too #It will show up in a PedroOscar version later #Motogp #Motogp fanfic #motogp fanart #DracoGP au #pecco bagnaia #pecco/marc #francesco bagnaia #marc marquez #marc márquez #pecco #marcnaia #Not my art

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the-offside-rule · 1 month ago

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Motorsport Requests for 2025 are Open!

Rules for Requesting

Masterlist

1. "I made you breakfast in bed... but I might’ve burnt the toast. Again."

2. "Why are you hiding behind the couch?"

3. "You’re shivering; come closer."

4. "I can’t believe you stayed up all night planning this surprise."

5. "You bought me a car?"

6. "I could get used to waking up next to you."

7. "Stop stealing the blanket; it’s freezing!"

8. "Do you want to build a pillow fort? No reason, just... because."

9. "Promise me you’ll never let go of my hand, no matter what."

10. "You fell asleep on my lap, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you."

11. "I thought I could trust you, but I was wrong."

12. "Don’t walk away. Please... don’t leave me."

13. "Do you even care that you broke my heart?"

14. "I’m not angry; I’m just disappointed in myself for believing you."

15. "I thought you’d fight for us, but you gave up."

16. "Every time I look at you, I see the person who destroyed me."

17. "You said forever, but forever didn’t last very long, did it?"

18. "If you leave now, don’t bother coming back."

19. "You think I’m the villain, but I was just trying to protect you."

20. "I don’t deserve you, and I never did."

21. "You’re awfully close... what are you planning?"

22. "We’re supposed to be watching the movie, but all I can think about is you."

23. "Don’t look at me like that unless you want me to kiss you."

24. "You’re not walking out of this room until we finish what we started."

25. "The way you said my name just now... say it again."

26. "I can’t concentrate when you’re wearing that."

27. "If you keep teasing me, you’ll regret it."

28. "You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone forget it."

29. "I didn’t know you could be this bold."

30. "We’re going to be late... or we could just stay here."

31. "You call that a clean lap? Watch and learn."

32. "I didn’t know you could drive like that."

33. "The smell of burning rubber never gets old, does it?"

34. "We’ve got one shot at this race—don’t mess it up."

35. "Whoever wins this race gets to pick dinner tonight."

36. "You’ve been tuning that engine for hours; when’s the test drive?"

37. "I don’t care how fast they are; no one beats us on the track."

38. "We’re not just racing for fun; this is personal."

39. "Stop flirting and focus on the road!"

40. "The only thing better than winning is seeing you at the finish line."

#f1 imagine #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #moto gp x reader #motogp fanfic #moto gp #motogp imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #motogp x reader #motogp

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danipedrosas-boatest · 4 months ago

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if you're still accepting prompts from the kiss ask game, 22. in a rush of adrenaline for pedrenzo ❤️

If there was one thing Jorge loved the most about watching his husband train, it was always the kisses that came afterward.

Jorge watched as Dani, Marc, and David did laps around the track, rising into the air like they were riding gusts of wind. He felt exhilarated, watching his love take command of the hard dirt and sand like it was just another day to him. Two more laps passed before Dani came back in, sweaty and exhausted and with the biggest smile that practically split his face in two. He stalked over to Jorge and grabbed him by his shirt collar, yanking him down and urgently, desperately connecting his lips to his.

Jorge immediately wrapped his arms around Dani, leaning down and returning the kiss with just as much urgency, eager to taste the sweat on him. Marc and David were peacefully doing more laps, unaware of the kiss happening mere feet from them.

Dani chuckled into the kiss and gently disconnected from Jorge’s lips, making him pout. He gently cupped his face, tracing his thumb over his cheekbone.

“Te amo.” Dani whispered.

“Te amo mucho.”

#libby writes #ask #ask box #anon #anon ask #anon response #motogp #motogp fanfic #motogp fic #pedrenzo #dani pedrosa #jorge lorenzo

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dollonso · 1 month ago

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Jorge Martin winning the championship headcanons

¡content: headcanons about how the day Jorge won the championship went for him & his partner

¡warnings: a bit suggestive at best

¡pairing: Jorge Martin x male reader

Lots of cuddles and telling him how good he is before actually getting up in the morning

Being in his motor home until moments before he has to go out for the race because what could be better than having some peace and quiet with his favorite person?

He gives you a last kiss before you leave the motorhome, and you join his team in the box

You're constantly being filmed while watching the race, and people on social media start joking about you being Jorge's boyfriend, not knowing that you actually are

When he wins it, you celebrate with the team before making your way to Parc Ferme

When he comes into Parc Ferme, he can't hold back and just kisses you, accidentally revealing your relationship but neither of you mind's in that moment

When you're back in his motorhome after all the excitement, he just flops down on the sofa, exhausted but happy when he cuddles up to you

You both decide to just stay off of social media for the night as to not see what people think about the kiss

He's all giggly and happy and can't stop smiling at you until he remembers that you promised him a reward for winning and suddenly his whole mood changes and he gets all jittery and needy

You tell him that he'll have to wait until after the gala cause there's not enough time before it

At the gala he can't sit still, his head is filled with images of what is to come when he gets you alone later

Your hand is on his thigh through the whole thing to try and calm him, but it just makes him even more restless

He's looking at you, all wide eyed and needy and you realise you aren't helping him stay calm

He begs you to leave as soon as the announcements are finished, but you tell him to hold out a bit longer, he has to talk to sponsors and whatnot first

He rushes through all kinds of smalltalk, telling the people that he's not feeling too good and just needs some rest

When he's finally spoken to every important person there, he gets roped into a conversation by Fermin

He tries to keep it as short as possible, gripping onto your hand for dear life while he tells Fermin that you two have more important things to do than spend the rest of the night here

You get a taxi back to the motorhome, and the second you're both inside and the door closes, he's all over you, getting himself that reward you promised

Pecco in the neighbouring motorhome had a hard time falling asleep later that night with all the noises coming from your motorhome

#motogp #jorge martin #motogp fanfic #motogp x reader #motogp x male reader #jorge martin x reader #jorge martin x male reader #leo's writing

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landoom · 1 year ago

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Masterpost - All the rides - MotoGP/Formula1 AU

All the rides - the whole series

Prequel (work in progress): focus on Lando and Fabio's story from 2019 to 2023

Wild Ride: Enea and Oscar meet in Silverstone

We only regret the rides we didn't take: Enea and Oscar relationship grows while Lando and Fabio finally decided to give their own story a go for good.

Hard ride: Enea gets hurts in Barcelona and Oscar realise how deep is feelings are

Asian ride: Fabio and Lando are kept apart by their jobs but they will make it work!

Untitled (work in progress): Oscar tells Logan about his relationship with Enea

Future fic (to be written): 2024, Enea and Oscar are still going fast. Lando and Fabio try to keep up with them.

So here is the masterlist of all the fics set in my and @fabietto0420 AU!

It will probably keep growing as a few other ficlets are more or less planned to be set before the future fic.

#f1 #lando norris #formula 1 #mclaren #f1 rpf #motogp #oscar piastri #fabio quartararo #enea bastianini #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfic #motogp fic #motogp fanfic #moto gp #masterlist #all the rides au

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forza-pastry · 6 months ago

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Yellow Rival | Marc Marquez 93 - Part 1

pairing: marc marquez x rider!reader

warnings: none

note: I know I’m not the best writer but there is seriously not enough motogp fics also this will be a series so i hope you will like it.

summary: y/n is a rider from vr46 academy and is passionate about her hatred towards marc marquez

-> part 2

#motogp #motogp smau #smau #marc marquez #motorsport #marc marquez x reader #mm93 #pecco bagnaia #valentino rossi #marco bezzecchi #motogp fanfic #marc marquez smau #marc marquez fanfic

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starkwlkr · 7 months ago

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Hiya, if your social media aus for motogp are still open, I was wondering if we could get one for Marco Bezzechi's first sprint win (im so happy for him that i teared up) today? His longtime GF attends and posts in celebration and everyone's just so happy for him. Thank you! 🫶🏻

fuck romeo and juliet | marco bezzecchi

I’m so sorry anon i forgot i had this in my drafts 😭

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y/n.l/n bringing my ‘colorful rocks’ to assen just for marcobez72 🔮✨

marcobez72 i just need you ❤️ (and your colorful rocks)

y/n.l/n ❤️❤️

gemmapinto linda😍

y/n.l/n i miss you 🤍

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yn.l/n has added to their story

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marcobez72 she insisted on a celebratory dinner ❤️

y/n.l/n the sprint winner deserves to be spoiled 😍

pecco63 so if i win a sprint race, can I be spoiled too?

y/n.l/n domiziacastagnini come get your man

bezzfans i just want a relationship like theirs 😭

eldiablofans20 fuck romeo and juliet i want what they have

#inbox <3 #anon #motogp instagram au #motogp imagine #motogp x reader #motogp fanfic #marco bezzecchi x reader #marco bezzecchi imagine #marco bezzecchi

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formulapookie · 4 months ago

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under the cut to read on Tumblr, here to read on Ao3 (thank you @thesunthemoonthestarstheearth for being my beta reader)

Written in the stars rosquez, 4.5k words

It's sunny in Romagna today, but not the bothersome heated sunny day that gets you irritated.

It’s still fresh, a light breeze breathing, letting a chill temperature on all the guests.

People are seated, they’re talking, some more some less, who has a more hushed tone, who has raised their voice already.

Vale is anxious. He’s sweating a bit under the collar of the shirt, his fingers are twisting around one another, he can’t seem to stay still.

Luca gets a hand on his shoulder, it relaxes him a bit, but he’s still tense as a branch.

He can see many of his friends and family, even Graziano is there.

Marta with her and Luca’s kid is looking at him with pride in her eyes, as are Migno, Franky and Cele, giving him a thumbs up as they notice his stress levels spiking.

Uccio is not there, and he gets that, but still, it hurts a bit.

“Vale,” it’s Pecco’s voice calling him from a bit behind, he turns, meeting eyes with the boy “relax, it’s all going to be perfect” Vale nods, smiles, even if he can’t help looking at his left every three seconds with anticipation.

The location is really pretty, the trees cover the space and offer some repair from sunlight, and cool it down a little.

He hears Bezz and Pecco laughing about something, he snaps his head back, admonishing them with a gaze, and the two shut up, even if they still have a smug grin on their faces.

“Why am I so anxious Luca? Ooh God, I’m gonna die” he turns towards his brother, who has an understanding smile on, and grabs him by the shoulders.

“Vale. Pecco said it already, we all told you like fifty times this week only. It’s going to be perfect ok? This right here is destiny, fate, call it whatever you want. It’s all good, I checked it thousands of times.

Don’t worry Vale, really.”

He does a quick work of calming himself down, breathing in out, in out, in out.

Slowly, each breath is taken and released as if it’s the last.

His nails have now scratched his palms way more than usual, he feels the skin hot and sweaty under his own fingers.

His mind shuts up when he hears music starting to raise, voices dissolving and even the wind seemingly quieting down.

He breathes robotically again. In, out. In, out.

And then his thoughts become only one. Marc.

He’s walking with Julia down the short carpet leading them to the altar, the quartet of strings they booked playing a soft tune they came to love while spending time at the Ranch.

Marc is smiling so bright, it’s blinding., Hhe’s got his gaze fixated on Vale, who can’t keep a straight face and begins crying.

He can’t help it, he’s so beautiful, radiant, he seems like a god or an ethereal creature from some fantasy book written in the past.

He’s dressed in all white, light as a cloud and bright like snow, reflecting the sun. Vale feels like he could write poems about him right now.

Marc is crying a little too, but Vale is unbeatable, he can barely see the love of his life through all the tears he’s shedding.

“You are perfect” he mouths to Marc, who blushes and smiles ever broader than before “you too”.

They are lost in each other’s eyes, the officiant begins speaking, and after a ritual introduction asks the two to read out their vows.

Marc begins, his voice and hands trembling, he’s speaking in Italian the whole time, Vale smiles, he’s truly found the best love he could ask for.

He talks about the beauty of sharing so much together, of the light he had when he first met Valentino, of the fact they struggled, not referring directly to the wound it left.

He talks about how they overcame the many difficulties of being who they were, of their undying love that has always been greater than whatever obstacle they were put through, by themselves or others.

Vale and Marc aren’t the only ones crying, most people have tears in their eyes, Bezz is trying to keep his composure but he’s sniffing like those are his own vows.

Then it’s Vale’s turn.

He hesitates for a moment, his voice is caught up in his throat.

But then he looks at Marc, to him, perfection made human.

And everything is calm. Tthere’s only love and joy in his heart.

His whole speech is written in Ccatalan, he’s revised it with Alex millions of times to make sure everything was how it should be. Perfect.

“Marc, I didn't think I would’ve ever seen you like this after what we went through, after the pain I dragged us both through as if I didn't care about you, about us.

But this moment, imagining and playing out in my head the day when I would’ve called you mine forever got me going, it gave me hope and made me take the step forward to come to you and tell you I was sorry, for everything I did and for every lie I believed or convinced myself of.

Not even when I said it have I ever meant I hated you, because it’s just impossible to feel that towards you”

He stops for a bit, catching his breath, Marc is smiling like a baby, Alex has a proud look on his face, and he can hear Bezz crying as quietly as he can behind his brother and Pecco.

“I am sure nothing I’ll ever say will truly make you or anyone else understand what I feel for you, my love for you is just impossible to be spoken of, there are no words in any language I could think of to make you understand.

I want to give you the best life you can dream of, because that’s what you deserve.

I can’t say I’ll be perfect and that we will never argue but I will try to be the best for you because I know you’ve already done that all your life for me, and there’s no right compensation for it except doing the same.

Thank you, for always forgiving me, even when I was unforgivable, even when I made you feel like I hated you.

In the end the only thing I can truly say about you is that I love you, and that we will do and struggle through everything together, no matter what happens, because you are the love of my life and I could never think of anyone better than you to share my life with.

You made me believe in love and forever again”

And it’s cheesy, it’s unlikely for Vale to say those things many people wouldcould think.

But in reality it’s just a part of Vale that only Marc could find, clean from the dust it had fallen under, and bring back to life.

Vale is crying, smiling and just looking at Marc like nothing else exists in that moment, and Marc is doing the same.

The officiant asks them to take each other as spouses, and cherish each other always.

Both say I do.

Both are filled with love for each other.

The guests start clapping as the two finally kiss as husbands, the academy boys are all smiling, as are Alex and Dani and Jorge, the last two turning towards each other with honey in their eyes.

After a few hours they’re all at the reception, Vale and Marc seated beside one another, their hands have never broken their hold., Tthey thank everyone for coming there and Vale finally gives the go for food and drinks to flow in.

All the guests cheer, Marc and Vale chat, looking at all their friends happy smiles and laughing

And then they look at each other for the thousandth time that day, Marc has a blush coming up his neck and painting his ears red too, in heavy contrast with the candid white of his suit and smile.

“15 years since we met and still you blush like the first time I told you you were beautiful.” Vale says it nonchalantly, a fond smile painted on his face, planting a chaste kiss on Marc’s lips, smiling in the kiss.

A slightly tipsy Bezz yells from the groomsmen table to “go get a room, we’ve had plenty of you at the Ranch!”, making Marc blush even more and Vale kill his kid with a stare that could cut glass.

Bezz is also admonished by Cele, who’s laughing with him though, Bezz almost spilling the wine he’s served.

The setting of their reception is very cute, hints of blue and yellow for Vale and Red and orange for Marc, not too heavy in contrast but still evident to the eye.

They've gone beyond what they could think of and brought their bikes there too, Vale the M1 with which he won his 2004 championship, for Marc it was the 2013 one, the bike that made him a legend.

They’re placed beside their table, and even when Celin had said it was the cringiest shit they could come up with, they still went for it.

It was their wedding after all, no one else’s.

Sure, they’ve given their blessing to one of the academy boys to propose, but just because they knew that they were gonna be the center of the day anyway.

It doesn’t take long before they are asked to go dance, and it’s now Vale’s turn of being embarrassed.

Marc knows how to dance, hell Marc knows how to do everything at this point. Had he asked him “Can you draw exactly like Leonardo Da Vinci?” he probably could.

Vale on the other hand can barely get two movements right in a row, despite having Marc teach him every move and how to do them correctly.

They dance for a bit, then signal to the others to all flood to the dance floor, and the music changes, going more for a party/dance style which they didn’t let Bezz have a say in., Abecause as Vale said “I don’t want your depressing music playing at my wedding, reserve it for when you think your boyfriend wouldn’t love you if you were a worm.”.

Dickhead.

They are surrounded by love, they are love and in love, continuously kissing each other and never interrupting their smiles.

“Amore mio” calls Vale, and Marc jerks his head towards him with the speed of light “Mh?”. “Ti amo” like he hasn’t said that three thousand times already.

But Marc can’t help smiling at him, it’s so pure, sincere and bright he can’t possibly not smile.

“Jo també”. Vale loves Marc’s accent, how he speaks both in his native language and in Italian. It’s so cute, it makes him feel trusted when Marc speaks catalan, it feels like family.

They get up to dance again, together with the guests, looking at Pedrosa and Lorenzo who are talking to each other like they’re the only ones in the room, asking themselves how long it’ll take the two Spaniards to understand they’re disgustingly in love and should marry right now.

After a while it’s Luca’s turn as Vale’s best man to make a speech.

It’s not too long, filled with small details from their life all together at the Ranch and the strength they had to go on despite everything, and wishing them the best about their future.

Alex, acting as Marc’s best man, gives a similar speech, a bit more focused on Marc’s difficult times when Vale wasn’t there, but otherwise praising the older as much as he could.

They all toasted to the perfect couple they had there, some still not believing they were actually married now, not just in their imagination as it always would’ve been.

Bezz and Celin were dancing a lot, especially the more romantic songs Marc managed to slide into the playlist to force Vale to dance with him.

It soon comes the time to cut the cake, it’s a classic white three tiers cake, but it's decorated with one of the best moments in the couple’s life.

It’s the moment in which, back in 2013, Vale had taken Marc’s hand and almost bowed to him after his first victory in MotoGP, it has both men smiling, thinking of how long ago it was now, 15 years after their first podium together, Marc still a kid worshiping Vale and Vale beginning to break to the idea he could be a real one.

Again, when they had told the academy, Celin had frowned and said it was once again embarrassing, but the pair had shut him down once more., Iit was their moment, the kid hadn’t lived it through like they did, they didn’t hold it against him.

They cut the cake, Vale playfully steals a bit of whipped cream and puts it on Marc’s nose and lips, Marc doing the same., Iit’s so corny and Mig makes the gag sound making the boys laugh , but ultimately they shut up when they see the love in their friend’s and his now finally husband’s eyes.

Once the cake is takenbrought away Marc decides to go for the throw of the flower bouquet, Vale is already smiling, they’re doing it for one person and one person only.

There’s the countdown and when it hits zero Marc makes the quickest sprint of his life to leave it in the hands of a shocked curly boy who stands with his mouth agape.

Aas Celin turns to his side Bezz is there, a hint of a tear in his eyes, a bit red from wine and all the dances they had together, he’s looking at him with his stupid smile on his face, kneeling, with a small wooden box holding a pretty ring, not nearly as shiny or bold as the one Vale got for Marc but once again, he’s not a millionaire like his boss.

He asks the question with a trembling voice, Pecco and the whole academy waiting with more anxiety than anyone else.

“I- oh my god Bezz I didn’t- yeah yeah of course what yes I want to marry you I- kiss me come on”

Celin stutters through the entire time he speaks., Hhe just can’t believe he got proposed to, like yeah they’ve talked about it., Hhaving a wedding on the track, he’d looked it up, you can do it, then a few laps alone around the circuit just for the two of them and the beautiful view of the sunset on a track they love.

But being proposed to for real was just…perfect.

Bezz smiles, raising from the ground and putting the ring on his boyfriend’s finger, kissing him softly.

Behind them, Pecco uncorks the Prosecco bottle they reserved for the occasion, spraying the two as if they were on a podium.

Luckily they were smart enough to have a change of clothes, so they gowent to grab them and come back clean, but obviously it took a bit more than it should, celebrating privately must feel great, especially after you’ve just been proposed to.

Marc and Vale would know something about it for sure.

When Vale proposed it wasn’t a romantic date at the beach, or at a fancy restaurant, or in any elegant city in Europe where the two went on holiday to.

It should’ve been like that, Vale had planned it.

A trip to Capri, the sunset on the sea, his yYacht stalled somewhere fairly far from the shore to have their privacy, two flutes of Prosecco and the marine breeze.

But instead the proposal had coame in a rush, in a peak of adrenaline and happiness.

At the Ranch, only the two of them present, racing together, trying to beat each other like they always did.

Marc winning, dirtbikes crossing the line with less than a tenth difference, Marc laughing, taking off his helmet and smiling at Vale so kindly he thought it was heaven.

And it just struck him, the beauty and perfection of the one person he always knew was tied to his soul in ways no one else ever could dream of.

So Vale slowly removed his helmet, panting, looking at Marc with a love so pure in his eyes he didn’t even recognise himself.

“Marry me.” it wasn’t even a question, he could fear his ears ringing, time seemingly sitting still for a moment so long it could’ve been eternity., Tthe only thing he could hear was the blood running through his veins, his heart beatingpulsing.

Vale climbed off the bike, removed his gloves and unceremoniously threw them to the ground, taking a speechless Marc still gloved hands in his.

“Marry me.” he repeated it, he needed to do it, he needed Marc to hear it again, to have him realize he actually had asked him to be together their whole life.

“Vale are you- are you” he had tears in his eyes, he never thought the day would’ve come, not with Vale’s insecurity about marriage, not with lots of things going on all at the same time.

“You are really asking me to marry you? You-” and he started to cry, holding Vale tightly in his arms, sobbing and laughing, his laugh mixing with the tears he was shedding.

“Yes. Yes yes yes yes I will marry you!” and Vale was the happiest he had ever been, he was crying too, relief taking over the fear he felt when Marc didn’t respond right away.

“Te amo, Marc. Te amo te amo te amo!” and the kiss they shared was charged with of devotion and promises, love and forever, both of them laughing in the kiss, their bodies glued together.

“I-I should’ve proposed in two weeks, in Capri. Marc I had it all planned I- it was perfect and romantic and instead I just proposed to you wearing dirt-stained leathers at my- our Ranch sorry I wanted it to be perfect I really planned it.”

Marc smiled, so brightly it seemed unreal.

“Vale. I love the idea you had, but you proposing here it’s just as perfect as Capri, I don’t care for expensive or romantic or anything else.

This right here was perfect, in our Ranch, I would marry you even if you asked me while watching your stupid movies or while we fix the bikes.

Ti amo Vale, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you”

Then they had shared a slow and romantic night, cooking, baking, smiling, making love, falling asleep with the knowledge of a promise.

Marc snaps out the memory when he feels Vale’s body against his, hands intertwining, his husband’s chin on his shoulder, slow dancing at a tune that has all the couples hold each other a bit tighter, their heartbeats becoming closer, their souls touching.

The rest of the reception is spent between dancing and laughing, a short video projected on the room’s wall featuring moments Marc and Vale shared: holidays, trips, races, podiums.

Marc is smiling, blushing at the pictures during the time they both raced, you could see from kilometers away the love in his eyes when looking at Vale.

As if summoned from his thoughts Vale leans closer to him, and whispers in his ear with a grin.

“I had a few more pictures of you in my phone but I don’t think they’d fit the romantic atmosphere we’re creating here” and that only makes him blush more, kicking the man lightly.

By the time the clock hits three in the morning, people are leavinggoing away, Bezz and Cele disappeared a few more times during the party, always coming back a bit flushed., Tthey were also the last to say goodbye to the couple, Bezz thanking them both for helping him propose, Cele doing the same.

And that way Vale and Marc were the last left in the room, music playing softly in the background, lights dimmed and their eyes shining with love.

Vale holds out his hand, Marc does the same, they reach the center of the room and start dancing, only for themselves, glued to one another, the tune from their wedding opening creating an atmosphere it’s only theirs.

“Ti amo” Marc says, his forehead on Vale’s shoulder, Vale’s on Marc’s.

“Jo també amor meu”.

They stay like this for a while, until Marc suggests they head back to their hotel.

They have two beautiful bikes waiting for them outside, white livery, the writing “just married” on both of them.

They ride tountil the hotel, park their bikes and go inside holding hands, Marc is rubbing his wedding ring, smiling like a child.

Marc goes to climb the stairs but lets out a surprised yelp when Vale takes him in his arms, bridal style and carries him up.

“You’re my husband now, need to have some chivalry, no?”

It makes Marc laugh, one of those laughs that could brighten up your darkest day.

He throws his hands around Vale’s neck, still laughing until they reach their room, a beautiful suite decorated for them.

They struggle a bit to get in, because Vale doesn’t want to let go of Marc despite it making getting into the room extremely difficult, but when thewy do and Vale kicks the door shut Marc’s breath is caught in his throat.

Rose petals scattered lovingly on the floor, leading to the enormous king sized bed Vale insisted on having.

As they reach it Vale gently lies Marc on it, pressing a deep and gentle kiss on his mouth, joy sparkling like fireworks between them.

“Vale?”

“Si?”

“Make love to me”

And the kiss they share is magical.

Intense, mouths finding each other like they were starving for their touch, charged with devotion and promises, love and forever, just like back at the Ranch.

Vale’s hands find the buttons of Marc’s shirt, slowly undoing them, no rush or thrill of adrenaline chasing after them, just the intimacy of them two finally tied together.

Marc does the same, unbuttoning Vale’s shirt, his fingers almost trembling with longing.

They remove their clothes, lips almost never breaking away.

They’re finally both naked, Marc layslaid on the bed, his legs parted, Vale hovering over him, leaving caring open mouth kisses on his husband’s jaw and neck, making him moan softly at the action.

“Vale” it sounds like a prayer, Marc tangles his fingers gently in the other’s hair, pulling him towards his face to kiss again.

Vale grabs the lube from the drawer next the bed, coating his fingers with it, pushing a finger in as he feels Marc get more and more pliant under his touch.

By the time he pushes a second finger in, they both need more, much more, Marc making those quiet moans he loves and Vale groaning and biting his lip as he imagines how Marc will feel once he’ll be inside him.

He takes his time to open him up anyway, he wants this to feel so good, it’s perfect, so that they both will remember this night with pure adoration.

He adds a third finger and goes back to kissing Marc, featherlike fingers dancing on his chest, Marc hands have always been softer and kinder than his, despite being equally scarred.

“Te amo, Marc te amo” he says as he finally removes his fingers and slowly pushes inside Marc, so slowly Vale can feel every thrill of electricity inside Marc’s body.

Marc’s lips are in a perfect “o” shape, something that is barely a whimper is let out by him, one of his hands goes to grab the back of Vale’s neck, pulling him closer, closer.

They stay still for a second, lips touching, until Vale speaks again, smiling brightly .

“Sei bellissimo” and Marc giggles, before feeling his lips against Vale’s, as he begins moving slowly, but deep, he feels complete, like they’re puzzle pieces sealed together.

Marc grips at Vale’s bicep with one hand, the other still tangled in his hair as the older lowers himself to kiss Marc’s neck, slow like his thrusts, and just as perfect.

“Vale please kiss me”

He can feel his husband’s smile on his neck, lips trailing to his brushing past his jaw and sealing together.

It’s sweet, deep and soul binding.

It’s everything it hasn’t been before they got back together and everything it will be from now on.

Both of them are close, Marc’s soft moans making wonders to Vale’s brain and same thing the other way around.

“I swear you’re perfect everyday more amore, just when I think you can’t be more beautiful than today tomorrow you’re even more breathtaking”

Marc is smiling and blushing, Vale has this sweet and romantic side to him that he only ever let Marc see.

“You’re perfect too Vale, I love you so much. This is the most beautiful day of my life”

They come in unison, Vale hiding his fav win the crook of Marc’s neck and biting at his collarbone lightly, Marc arching his back and tightening the grip he had on Vale’s air and bicep.

They stay like this for minutes, slow breathing and the smell of them together in the room.

After a while Vale starts laughing lightly, sliding out Marc and sitting up to look at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I just can’t believe you said yes, and then that we got married for real and you looked so beautiful and that you - I just can’t believe someone like you loves someone like me”

Marc smiles back, the smile Vale loves over everything else in his life.

“Stop being stupid Vale, I always loved you nothing ever changed that, and of course I said yes I would be crazy to say something else, and you looked way more than beautiful in that suit you know? Made me question my morals while getting married wasn’t very pure of yo-”

Vale shuts him up by kissing him, both still laughing in the kiss, like teens stupidly in love.

“Run me a bath? I need it” “Everything for you amore. You want the blue bath bomb or the orange one?” “Blue, smells more like uuuh” “Lavender” “Yeah that one yeah” “Don’t. Even think about walking there I’m taking you to the tub once it’s ready” “You will get me fat if you don’t let me move Vale” “Fat is happy as my nonna said so no problem in that no?”

Marc laughs again, staring at Vale as he goes to ready their bath, putting the amount of bubbles he likes and throwing in the bath bomb, making it fizz.

He’s sure he couldn’t have been luckier in any other life, because this is surely the most beautiful of the finales for him.

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