#ok i will sleep now it’s 1 am. bye

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[raspbeare]

me: i should sleep

my brain: to be loved— isn’t that what we all want? someone who sees past the masks, who’s willing to look deeper? who, upon finding the messy, ugly, and painfully, beautifully human within, will treasure it? will treat it with the care that the raw, vulnerable depths guarded within us all, deserve? who won’t run from our baggage, nor think they can fix us, but will stand by our side and support us, however they can, however we need? is that not what it means to be human?; to yearn to be truly seen, and still be loved?

[no-144444]

voicenotes- faking it au

꩜summary: voicenotes lando sends you throughout your first year

꩜pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader

Imola, 19th of May, 2024. 1:34am

Hey, just wanted to… I don't know. Call you, or something. I think you’re in the US so you’re probably busy with work right now, but I just… I don’t know. I needed someone to talk to who doesn’t hate me because of my driving. You just hate me for fun. [chuckle] So, yeah. I’m here. I can’t sleep. Don’t really want to eat anything else. Started watching one of your movies, the one with Asa Butterfield? Is that his name? From when you were a kid. Hugo, or something, I think. You were really good in it. [pause] I hope you come to Canada. I want to see you. Ok, bye now. Bye. 

Barcelona, 23rd of June, 2024. 11:23pm

Hey. I know we didn’t go too well in Canada and I just wanted to call you and apologise. I was being a dick. I’m not even your real boyfriend, and I’m sorry I was just being… whatever it was. It was shit and I feel really bad about it. Anyways… [sigh], um, saw some of your interviews for Civil War. Looks great. You and… Wagner Moura, is that his name? You two are funny together. Close. [pause] Umm… [breathes out] yeah. Wondering if you want to come to Austria? No pressure if you’re busy but… I think it’d be good if you came. I got P2 today, in case you didn’t watch. I’m sure you don’t. But yeah. Getting up there for sure. Well, alright. I’ll hopefully see you in Austria. Bye. 

Austria, 31st of June, 2024. 1:52am

Hi. Kinda glad you weren’t there today [chuckle]. Fucking shitshow. I’m kinda… tired of this shit. Everyone just keeps talking and talking and talking and I’m just… trying to drown it out. Thought you’d understand that- [his phone starts ringing], oh shit, that’s you. Um-

[incoming call from Y/n ] 

Hey Lando. Your voice was sickly sweet, knowing exactly what he was going through. How's it going? 

He took a deep breath. I’ve been better. 

Where are you?

Still in Austria. Airport smells like shit and they have no good food spots. 

Are you with Jon? 

[pause] I am. I just… don’t think he’d get it. 

I know what you mean [chuckle]. Most people don’t get murdered online for one simple mistake. 

I knew you’d understand. Thanks for calling me back. 

I’m here for you Lando. This shit isn’t easy. 

You’re telling me. How’s filming going? 

[sigh] It’s… going. Drew and I are breaking our backs but… I don't know. Our director just doesn’t seem happy. I’m sure we’ll work it out though. Have you spoken to Max yet?

Nope [sigh]. I might come visit you. If that’s alright. 

[pause] Yeah. That’s alright. 

Great. Just… want to see you in person. We can post some shit too. 

Sounds good to me. You can come meet Drew and the rest of the crew. 

I’d like that. 

Great. Well, I’ll leave you to your shitty smelling airport but you should really grab some food, yeah? 

I think there’s a muffin place down that way [pause]. I’ll eat. Don’t worry about me now, I might get the impression you tolerate me. 

You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re beaten down by life [chuckle], less of an ago. 

[laughter] I’m glad something good came out of this weekend then, you can tolerate me!

Never said that Norris. 

Sure you didn’t. [pause] I’ll leave you to your boring me-less work. Bye. 

Bye Lando

[end of call] 

Hungary, 21st of July, 2024. 11:53pm

I want to see you again. This weekend was a fucking joke and I need to see someone sane. I’ll come over to you and after Belgium we go away? Call me when you get off work, please. I miss you. Bye. Call me.

Belgium, 28th of July, 2024, 7:49pm 

Hey, I’m on my way to the airport now. Can’t wait to go away, thanks for doing this. [pause] Alright, see you soon! 

Greece, 11th of August, 2024, 2:54am

[Pause] I’m really fucked up and tired right now, but… [hiccup] I miss you. I miss your perfume. I miss your dresses. I miss your hair and how it smells so good. I miss how pretty you look in the morning. I miss sharing a bed. I miss seeing you fully relaxed. I miss you pulling me to go swimming at 8am, even though we could be asleep. I’m sorry I [hiccup] sprung the… y’know on you, but… I don’t know what the fuck to do around you. You make me feel so… I don’t even fucking know. I’m sorry I called you so late. Just… like hearing your voice I guess [Max’s voice in the distance getting closer]. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. Alright, bye. 

Monza, 1st September, 2024, 6:21pm

Hey baby, just wondering where you are? My mum’s here and so’s my dad and they want to meet you, alright, call me when you see this, love you!

Monza, 1st September 2024, 11:35pm

I’m following you to Calgary to see you. I miss you and I feel like shit. Text me, please. [Pause] I’m sorry about earlier but I really don’t know what you wanted me to tell them. What, say their son is so fucking uncontrollable and annoying that he has to pay someone to pretend to be love with him? It’s just… [pause] pathetic. And I know it is, so you don’t need to remind me. 

[Long pause]

They loved you though. They think you’re really smart, way too smart for me. They’re probably right. Too pretty for me too. Anyway, sorry I’m taking this shit out on you. I lo-miss you. See you in Calgary. Bye. 

Azerbaijan, 15th of September, 8:56pm

Hey baby, how are you? Just having breakfast now and then I’m heading to the track. I’m sure you’re asleep but I just wanted to wish you luck today… and say I love you. Right. Call me when you wake up. Bye. Love you. 

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⁍Elliot x Reader ⁌

CW: nothing that i can think of tbh.

Elliot swears he's not going crazy. "It's just the stress", he says, "just the lack of sleep", he told himself, backing away in a corner, no stamina, at 1 hp, and in sheer terror as he watched a medkit float his way, yes, float.

He pressed himself against the wall, bracing for the impact, tears building up on his eyes. This is by far the worst round he's been in. Where's Guest 1337? Shedlesky? Two Time? Chance? Where the hell are they when Elliot needs help??

He braces himself for the impact, expecting only horrors to befall him. Maybe it'd explode? Leak poisonous gas? Or turn into a monster? Instead, Elliot was met with nothing. When he opens his eyes, the medkit is just.. frozen mid-air.

It stayed still, filling the pizza man with paranoia, waiting for something to happen as he glared at the object, specks of dirt falling off its rusty plastic. Elliot gulped, his trembling form slowly relaxing from the lack of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "What the hell is actually happening???" He mumbled out with a flinch. Did the medkit just drop itself down at his feet?? Elliot eyed it up suspiciously.

Hmmmm. It touched him and yet nothing happened. Could it be safe for use? His teammates hoarded and used all remaining medkits... So this is his only chance of survival... 75% chance of it being a trap, and 25% of it being his path to victory. It wouldn't be thaaat bad to try out his luck, right? right???? It's not like Elliot would end up surviving anyway if the killer ever finds him or something...

Seeing nothing happen once the kit was hesitantly taken in his hands. He opened the box, wrapping himself up in the bandages, and sighing in relief once finished. Elliot straightned his back, a satisfying pop sound coming from his bones. This felt so much better. Now all he needed to do is– "Hmm.. I'll admit, I fell just a tiny little bad for scaring the poor guy." Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, looking around frantically for the source of sound. What is it now? Is he going insane?? Has he been chugging down too many sleeping pills recently??? Why can't anything go his way in this place???? "But as long as the result is the one expected... who cares, am i right?"

Elliot felt a force push down his hat to cover his vision, getting his mind to swirls with even more doubts and fill up with panic, foreseeing a surprise attack that would never truly come his way. "Bye, bye, pizza boy! Don't die this round, ok?" What is this?? Is that... Is that a hand he feels? It caressed the top of his head gently before Elliot could react. "I worked hard to the bone to fetch this stupid medkit before your little friends could get to it, you know."

He looked up, but there was nothing to see. Perplexed, he tipped his hat back up, eyes darting around for something, anything to tell him he wasn't crazy and that this actually just happened. Are ghosts real? Did he get injected with 1x1x1x1x's poison and is he currently dying because of it while in some sort of crazy illusion created by it? Maybe it's all just a dream? Hmm no, that couldn't be it. He would've already woken up the moment he started panicking around.

Elliot wiped off his tears and got himself off the wall slowly, touching the spot he was pet. He didn't know what just happened and he probably wouldn't be able to figure it out anytime soon, but right now? Right now he was just glad to be alive, ready once again to help out his team and make this round a successful one. He could leave the questioning for when he gets to bed. There's a lot of this situation he has yet to digest.

[taintedcigs]

— morning routine (modern!s.h. x reader)

pairing: modern!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: basically, that scene in greys anatomy where meredith snores and keeps waking up derek but instead of them it's reader who just moved in with steve. (and robin duh) idk how to explain it but i tried to give it a spin idk if i succeeded. this is just FLUFFY AND cheesy. and tbh its only modern!steve cuz i added one (1) stupid twilight joke. SUE ME OK!!!!

warnings: just pure fluff. domestic!steve. tooth-rottingly sweet. cheesy af. some kissing. does snoring count idk. steve is an adorable idiot. also makes a dirty joke bc he is immature (and so am i.) kissing. idk. allude to smut but nothing described at all. not proof-read ignore all mistakes cuz i wrote this mess in like 20 mins and cant read it back cuz i cant do it without criticizng everything so im just gonna post okkkkiii bye hope u guys enjoy it (wc: 1.3k+)

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It hadn't been that long since you’d settled into Steve and Robin’s place. You’d initially been nervous about it, about whether everything would work out or not.

But soon enough, things were already starting to fall into place—especially in the mornings.

A perfect routine.

The illuminating rays of sunshine would seep through the cracks in the blinds, glowing the cozy room you and Steve now called yours. And the overwhelming aroma of the coffee Robin always brewed too early, signaling to you that it was time to wake up.

You stirred slightly, mind slowly drifting out of the haze of sleep until you noticed something—rather someone in your periphery.

Eyes fluttering open, you squinted against the soft light, and you were instantly met with Steve’s warm gaze at you, his head propped on one hand as he lay beside you.

“Steve! What the hell?” you exclaimed, groggily shoving his shoulder with a laugh. “Are you watching me sleep, you creep?”

Steve’s lips curled into a lazy, boyish grin, one that you couldn’t resist smiling back at. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, not even bothering to deny it.

“What are you? Edward Cullen?” you teased.

That earns a good chuckle out of him, eyes crinkling at the corners before he mumbles out a “Mornin', honey.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your velvety lips before pulling back to gawk at you again, cheeks dimpling adorably.

A giggle bubbles up from your chest as you swat at him, though your heart squeezes.

The most dreamy.

“How did you wake up before the alarm?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep.

Steve shrugs, grin never faltering. “I’m a light sleeper.”

“Something woke you up?”

When he doesn't answer, “What?” you press, brows furrowing.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “’S no big deal,” he assures, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s just that...” He pauses, biting his lip to hold back a grin.

“You just... snore.... a little bit.” He squints, pinching his thumb and forefinger together.

You shot upright in bed. “What? I do not!” you protest.

“Yes, you do,” Steve says, grin widening as he clearly enjoys your reaction.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!” he counters back.

“Honestly, it’s adorable that such a tiny person can make such a big sound.”

You gasp, “Jerk!” Swatting at him when he leans in for a kiss. He laughs, dodging your swipe, smile as infuriating as it was endearing.

“You know what’s not adorable?” you shot back. “Those little twitches you do every night!”

Steve blinks, protesting quickly. “I don't do that!”

“Yes you do!” you exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest playfully. “You’re like a human earthquake. It’s scary, Harrington!”

He lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. And before you can say another word, Steve pounces, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his hold. Fingers tickling your sides mercilessly, sending you into fits of laughter as you squirm to escape.

“Stop it! Steve!” you manage to get out between giggles, your attempts to push him away weak from how hard you were laughing.

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Determined to make it up to him, you wore one of those nasal strips every night, for the following week. Convinced it was solving the problem.

Until you wake up, suddenly, and way before your alarm.

And even way before Robin's coffee. To find Steve's spot empty next to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slip out of bed, padding down the hall, curiosity tugging at you.

And of course, there he is, sprawled across the couch. Legs awkwardly dangling over the edge, one arm thrown over his eyes.

Idiot. You could feel a gentle warmth spreading all over your body.

This absolutely selfless, adorable idiot.

“You have got to be kidding me,” your exclaiming voice startles him awake, making him groan groggily.

“You slept on the couch?” You ask, guilt bubbling in your chest. 

Steve hums sleepily, clearly not awake enough to form a coherent response.

“All night?” That poor boy. 

He murmurs something incomprehensible, eyes squeezing shut like he could will himself back to sleep.

“Are those stupid strips not working?” You asked frustratedly, and Steve was quick to shook his head, the motion muffled by his pillow. 

You let out a sigh, narrowing your gaze at him, “If my snoring was always this bad, what the hell were you doing all those other nights?”

Before Steve can answer, Robin emerges from her room, hair a tangled mess and expression groggy. “He usually sleeps on the couch,” she hums, slowly slipping past you to the bathroom. “Sets an alarm and sneaks back into bed before you wake up.”

You blink, processing her words as your head slowly turns toward Steve. He’s sitting up now, looking thoroughly sheepish.

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he says softly, tone so endearing that it tugs violently at your heartstrings.

And that’s the thing about Steve, isn’t it? 

Always putting you first. Always thinking of you. 

You stare at him for a moment, dramatic theatrics melt into something warmer. A smile tugs at your lips, growing wider until you can’t contain it anymore. Walking over to the couch, you kneel beside him as he looks up at you innocently.

Without a word, you throw your arms around him as you begin to smother his face with kisses, one after another, until he was laughing too.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter between kisses, voice filled with affection. “Sweet, but so goddamn ridiculous.”

Steve grins, hands sliding down to hold your waist comfortably. “You know I’d do anythin' for my girl,” he replies, tone thick with sleep and laced with that infamous Harrington charm that makes your heart flutter.

“But, I swear, Harrington,” you warn, pulling back just enough to meet his warm gaze, “if you ever sleep on this couch again, I’m tying you to the bed.”

His brows shot up, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh! I’ve always wanted to try that one!” he teases.

You scoff playfully before adding, “And I’m getting you earplugs!”

Before you can say anything else, Steve suddenly tugs you closer, pulling you onto the couch with him. “C’mere,” he murmurs, voice low and tender. Plush lips pressing kisses all over your face—forehead, cheeks, lips, the tip of your nose—as he rambles sweet nothings in between, each one making your heart swell a little more.

“I love you,” he whispers, words melting into your skin like a promise. 

You can’t help but giggle softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair, “Love you more, you idiot.” 

Steve grins, fingers brushing off a stray strand of hair away from your face. “So…” He trails off, tone turning sly, brows arching in anticipation, “...about that tying up thing?”

You smirk, rolling off of him as you rise to your feet. He doesn’t let his gaze leave yours, chest rising with a sharp breath as he watches your figure. 

Without a word, you saunter out of the living room, hips swaying just enough to leave him frozen in place, staring after you like a statue.

At the doorway, you glance over your shoulder to meet his dumbfounded expression. “Well,” you hum with a sly grin, “are you coming or not?”

His jaw practically drops. “C’mon, pretty boy,” you tease, tone dropping into a sultry hum that makes his eyes darken. “You’ve been really, really bad, and the punishment isn’t gonna be pretty.”

His breath catches, utterly frozen. Then, as if the exhaustion he’d been feeling moments ago has been completely erased, he springs from the couch with a groan. “God, you’re fucking perfect, you know that, right?” he mutters, all with awe and hunger as he reaches you.

Before you can react, he sweeps you up into his arms with an eagerness that makes you squeal. “Steve!” you gasp, laughing as he rushes you toward the bedroom like a man on mission.

Finally, the perfect morning routine. 

[jewishcissiekj]

good night, rbing with new versions with backgrounds that I made bc twitter doesn't like transparent images

finally finished these coloring experiments!!! looove how they came out night do this more (original traditional sketches under the cut

Xiri was based on Jake Bartok's art of her by the way

[bidisasterevankinard]

Drinks loosen my tongue

Bucktommy/ T (for implied daddy kink. It's more like a pet name really)/ 568 words

For day 3 of @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck is already in bed when the knock on the door interrupts his plans for going to the best adventure when you're an adult - sleep. With a frown, he gets back to the living room, trying to understand who can have a whole ass disaster to come to him at 1 am.

“Sal? Tommy? What?”

“Din don, parcel for you,” the older man says with exasperation, pushing his boyfriend in his hands. “He had way more than he should have and told me way more that I need to know about your ass or how deep your daddy issue goes. Have fun, baby boy. Keep daddy out of trouble. Bye,” with a finger gun and a wink Sal is gone, closing the door, before Buck can even react to the whole situation.

“Bye?” Buck says absentmindedly, trying to move his basically sleeping boyfriend.

“C’mon, Tommy, babe, help me there,” he shakes the body in his hands.

That’s when Tommy finally opens his eyes and smiles at him, “Ev’n, b’by, I’mm ‘ome,” he mumbles and kisses Buck on the cheek with gusto. Buck's pretty sure he was aiming for the lips.

“Miwed y’,” Tommy says and then hiccups, “n’d you ‘aked now,” he tries to take Buck’s sweats down, but succeeds only in almost pushing them both to the floor.

Buck pins him to the wall, “easier, tiger. All you're gonna get is cuddles. Maybe naked if you're gonna be good and let me get you to bed. Ok?”

Tommy nods, letting him take his boots and jacket down.

“C'mon, to the bedroom.”

Buck helps him and carefully makes it to the bed, where Tommy falls with loud ‘oof’. With a shake of his head Buck takes his jeans and shirt off, laying down near his smiling man, who already gets back to trying to get his sweats down.

“Now c-c-can d‘a’y have a treat?” Tommy says in his ear, but Buck pushes him off again.

“When he's sober enough for it,” Buck says, kissing Tommy’s nose, “and not hungover,” he turns away from Tommy, who snuggles closer to him, grinding his half hard cock in his ass.

“Ev’n, baaaaaa’y, please, d’a’y nee’s youuuuuuuu,”the grinding gets faster and Buck turns back to face Tommy.

“Can't you wait for the morning?”

Tommy shakes his head with a pout that can rival his own. “Pleeeease, just a tip, let d’a’y put just a tip in his ‘eautiful ‘oyfrien’?”

“Beautiful, huh?”

“The most ‘eautiful, in-cre’i’le, kin’, amazin’, w-w-won’erful,hot, sexy man of man ‘reams. I love yu so much, ‘a’y,” Tommy kisses his neck. “S-so lu’ky to ‘et you,” another kiss, “so lu’ky to ‘et you ‘ack after I ma’e a mi’take,” three more kisses, “I love you, Ev’n.”

Buck chuckles, “I love you too. And I would really appreciate you telling me all that sober, ok?”

Tommy enthusiastically nods.

“Can you wait for tomorrow before fuck me? I’m tired.”

“Noooooo, please, ‘a’y, d’a’y nee’s you nooooow. I pro’se you won’t feel a thin’.”

Buck raises his eyebrow, “Tommy, you have a nine inch dick. I will feel it no matter that.”

Tommy pouts on him with puppy eyes that are somehow even cuter when he is drunk.

“Ok,” he sighs, “let me get lube and d’a’y can put more than just a tip then.”

Before he can open his nightstand, he hears loud snores. Chuckling, he goes to sleep too.

[whyse7vn]

CLINGY -

[ kim seokjin min yoongi x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

jin: i’m going to bed now if you even care

resting my body after a long hard day at

work if that’s even important in your eyes

almost died today if you even give a shit

it’s 2 am and i’m JUST going to sleep without you (my girlfriend) messaging me (your boyfriend) goodnight if you even care a little bit

you have 5 missed calls from jin!

jin: be honest do you care?

y/n: no

jin: you didn’t say gn

y/n: it’s 2 am

jin: no u right you don’t even care that’s what’s up

y/n: what

jin: no lol i get it whatever

y/n: what do you want

jin: a goodnight would be nice

y/n: it’s 2 am

jin: yeah???

y/n: am

as in morning

jin: awww who died

here for u 💓

y/n: morning not mourning

jin: can you say gn pls so i can sleep

you have 1 miss call from jin!

y/n: CAN YOU FUCK OFF

jin: CAN YOU SAY GN

y/n: no joke ur 5 seconds away from being blocked

jin: just say you don’t care about me at this point 😭

y/n: i do not care about you at this point

jin: um

y/n: at all

jin: ok well that bit wasn’t necessary

i think i got ur point

y/n: i’m glad

jin: i guess i’ll just go to sleep then

without a goodnight from my lovely girlfriend

sighs

you have 10 miss calls from jin!

y/n: jin

jin: yeah

you can no longer send messages to this contact!

jin: 😧

YOONGI -

yoongi: miss you

delivered 5 minutes ago

yoongi: wow that’s crazy i’ll just jump off a cliff then

y/n: that was kinda dramatic

yoongi: sorry do i know you?

y/n: get a grip

yoongi: reply faster

do you even love me anymore?

y/n: well

yoongi: that’s not funny

y/n: do you see me laughing?

yoongi: take it back

y/n: i take it back

love when ur clingy >.<

yoongi: i’m not clingy

y/n: you just threatened to kill urself cuz i didn’t reply to you instantly

yoongi: that’s basic respect

i message you

you reply within the next second

y/n: that’s unrealistic

yoongi: no it’s not

you do it most of the time

lately you’ve been slacking tho

y/n: excuse me????????

yoongi: ur excused

y/n: and if i slap you?

yoongi: i’ll enjoy it

y/n: YOONGI OMG?/):).£

LMAOOOO

are you dying????

what is wrong with you

ur acting like you love me or something

yoongi: don’t say things like that

makes it seem like i’m a bad boyfriend

y/n: looks left looks right

yoongi: i’m a good boyfriend

y/n: looks at audience looks back at you

yoongi: stop

i am a good boyfriend

y/n: yeah!

yoongi: and if i slap YOU?

y/n: GASP

good boyfriends don’t threaten domestic violence

yoongi: neither do good girlfriends

y/n: are you saying i’m a bad girlfriend?

yoongi: looks left looks right

y/n: how low of you min yoongi…

i am NOT a bad girlfriend

yoongi: ur not a good one either

so where does that leave us

y/n: i’m the best?

yoongi: lol!

y/n: is this ur fucked up way of calling me a good girl

yoongi: ok where tf did you get that from?

ur really bad at reading the room

y/n: i’m in no room

yoongi: it’s a saying 🙄

y/n: ignoring you just rolled ur eyes at me rn

i’m SAYING we should kiss

yoongi: wow so clingy

y/n: what can i say!!!

yoongi: can you acknowledge what i open our conversation with pls

y/n: no

yoongi: ok kys bye

y/n: ur clingy

yoongi: k

now come home

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idk the jin one was the first draft for the jin part in delivered i think and idk where the yoongi one came from just found her has said hey this is ok ig… thought they kinda gave the same vibe so posted them together better than nothing right? SIGHS sorry idk WHO WANNA BUY ME A NEW PHONE WHO⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

i’m spiralling and have no storage pls forgive me

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[gabi-take-the-wheel]

my personal spiral down the rabbit hole that is the prosenna tag on tumblr led me to read 'the power and the glory' by david sedgwick and. well. i had a lot of thoughts. well, mostly feelings, but they're still thoughts, and because i am an impulsive being with no self-restraint i am going to share them with the rest of you guys. expect a lot of rambling and incoherent sentences and jumbled rants that make no sense. may the forza be with you.

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thots while reading tpatg alain: im kinda boring compared to ayrton hehe also alain: *forges weekend pass for funsies to pursue racing* babes pls bfsfr

sneaky little shit (affectionate)

i love how david consistently refers to alain as a "little french guy" like yes he is tiny yes he is smol yes you are mentioning it at opportunity given tf

not them never failing to mention his nose too like ok doja cat i see you

he is a nailbiter thats so cute

"Who could not possibly warm to a man who chooses to call his yacht Wet Dreams?" me tf

"Who is the Prost asshole anyway?" girl bye 😭😭

"Shit, I have to take care of this guy!" and just like that, prosenna was born

"Water, water everywhere" must be the water

senna after a rainy monaco race: i win! f1: um, i think tf not

i know people (read: ladies) thought senna was the shit back in the day but like that was kinda weird to read ngl

tyrell + the media: the french won the french race led by french people because of some french rando waving the flag so the french is to blame! ickx: im actually belgian tyrell: i dont give a FUCK keisha!

them: we call racism! prost: pls i just want to go home and sleep

"Alain Prost. That name again." yes ho the same guy you put up posters of on the walls of your childhood bedroom we know

"Had the driver not been able to extricate himself from the burning wreck, he might well have ended up a Brazilian marshmallow." this is funny to me im sorry

"That most residents are unable to distinguish a Nelson Piquet from a Nelson Mandela hardly matters." LMFAOOOO GET REKT

man f nelson me and my homies hate nelson (senna momentarily possessed me during this idk what to tell y'all)

"Rosberg, Alboreto, Lauda, Piquet, Mansell, they will all cross swords with the Lotus protégé in 1985, but there’s just one driver who Senna is gunning for, one driver that matters: Alain Prost."

cue that one The Office meme: OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM (whats the procedure man whats the procedure?) STAY FUCKING CALM

senna documentary 2004: anything senna says, the opposite happens the power and the glory: anything alain says, it happens right so, alain, im gonna need you to say "senna is alive" so that the fcker will come back from the dead and i can interview him to filth with a stick thank yeww

elio: *wins grand prix because alain's car was underweight* wtf just happened

not ferrari ferarri-ing in 1985.

must be the water

'Alain giggles. Selina blushes. Others cringe.' others was senna and me btw

"It is not enough though. Only one thing will quench his thirst: to be acclaimed the undisputed king of his chosen sport, a title currently held by a certain Frenchman." my reaction to this was not in fact normal

"Ayrton Senna had just become public enemy number one." first time?

"When he predicted Senna would take ‘at least ten poles this year’, as usual Prost had been right on the money. Poles will come all too easily, wins less so." i love it when shit he says becomes real

"...back in the McLaren pit in company with that rarely seen creature, Madame Prost." MAMA PROST?!?!!? oh no wait its his wife. MADEMOISELLE PROST?!?!?

prost: i am the best, i am number one senna: and i took that personally

crazy ass nutting because the car felt good 😭😭 1988 equivalent of "shit so good made my dih hard" dawg what 😭 inchident #1

"‘It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s my turn!’ By now Ayrton is on the point of eruption." relax ho

mind games aint even start yet and he was already acting up

alain rein it in a bit hes boutta go feral

i need to remind myself that they hated each other's ass back in the day

"Enzo Ferrari is senile. Nigel Mansell thick, his wife ugly and Senna gay." DAMN i just started reading part two calm down 😭 senna is, btw, for prost i mean. the psychosexual obsession tag in ao3 is not there for show yknow

"Maybe they have also found their own worst nightmares: each other." strap on mfs this is where it truly begins

tpatg: there's rain in this race me: *immediately knows who the winner is* i take it back alain won HHAHAHHAHAHA

"Four years later, it still hurts." meanwhile prost absolutely dgaf abt that race bro LET IT GO

"I’m going to blitz him …" this ho's motto for life. what you gonna do when he aint on the grid no more, huh, kill yourself? ...too soon?

dawg everytime piquet is not having a good time senna possesses me and dunks on his ahh like pls stop hating vicariously through me bro 😭😭 like whens it gonna be alains turn to possess me 😔

"Three races into their partnership and already the two drivers are watching one another’s every move like a couple of eagles, worried lest the other man should gain even the slightest of advantages." ong they just don play abt each other 😭😭

that paragraph of piquet's yacht just casually inserted in the middle of a prosenna monologue felt like an "and bumblebee!" ahh moment

the girls are fighting

i know it aint so (tf is this miss yeehaw bad boy all the way across the fcking sky ahh grammar) but like i cant help but imagine senna speaking telepathically to his bestie berger in the back like 'mate i need you to defend tf against him pls its important shit like this give me an immense ego boost as well as an immense boner pls' and berger's just *thumbs up*

"I’m going to lap Alain Prost! At Monaco!" i just know his dih was hard the entire race. inchident #2

"Until an encounter with the Portier corner, that is." the ho just had to one up his teammate now didnt he

ayrton: *in a fucking mental crisis* alain: :P ✌���

i cant believe i just addressed senna by his first name tf

me as i continue to read senna's parts in tpatg: *with dawning horror of the realization* oh no... oh no... he's just like me fr...

who i wish i was like: alain prost who i really am: ayrton senna i will be back within three business days... let me recover from this first

"As for the shining light at sea and the compelling urge to follow its aura into oblivion – that he keeps to himself." not the foreshadowing

on a much funnier lighter note that could've been alain chanting "pls crash pls crash pls crash pls crash pls crash' in his head and then it suddenly manifesting lmaoooo

"‘Psychologically, this was an important win for me,’ grins Prost afterwards." its all about the mind games for these hoes now isnt it

aw nostalgia <3<3<3<3

little man word count: lost count

idk the outcome of this race (yet) so im going to pretend that this is happening just now for me instead of 30 plus years ago, so im keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that alain wins or outqualifies senna at least lol.

im scared to read the next lines lmao.

"I have to be as close to perfection as possible because Alain is always like that too – close to perfection." bro just admitted in front of the whole wide world that alain is the shit. just say youre gay for each other, kiss and move on. god these two keep making me feel things

"‘So Senna says he has to be perfect because of me,’ smiles Prost in response. ‘I’m facing the same situation – I have to be perfect because of him. He wants the championship and he wants to beat me. No problem between him and me. He is quicker and I have no excuses, but honestly I don’t think he is that much quicker.’" i cant explain it but alain is giving it girl here like yas queen slayyy. i love my sneaky little psychological tormentor

"His objective is clear: break Prost’s heart in front of his home crowd." and his back— WHAT WHO SAID THAT

rahhh the girls are FIGHTING fighting ts giving me goosebumps i feel like im watching the race itself

lmao he forgot hes a mclaren driver. its giving carlos missing the williams pit in 2025

YALL TS MAKING ME NUT BRO IM PULLING AN INCHIDENT #1 ONG IT GOT ME SO HYPE

ron: economy mode! prosenna: f the economy i gotta put this ho in the wall first

its funny how nelsons much more interested in them fighting than in winning a race. its giving that one meme where two guys are beating each other up in the back and then one guy is just posing chill in front of them. nelson 'this is what i like to see!' ahh piquet

OH MY GOD HE TOOK THE LEAD OHMYGODOHMYGODOH MY GOD HOLY SHIT HOW MANY MORE INCHIDENTS AM I GOING TO EXPERIENCE

HE WON HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE NUT OF MY LIFE HE ACTUALLY DID IT VIVE LA FRANCE YALL KNOW WHAT IM SAYING LIKE no cus fr im actually getting insane goosebumps rn. tears in my alain prost eyes.

the last line of the french grand prix chapter: Round seven to the Professor. me: slay the first line of the next chapter, the italian grand prix: Prost is finished! Prost is a coward! me: wtf what the hell is this whiplash

if this book so much as mentions a 'wet race' i immediately think of senna, like you cannot lie he is the undisputed master of the rain fr

genuine question why is senna called a young pretender. what he pretending to be, straight? mb mb

"Can anyone stop Senna?" yes me lmfaoooo

"‘It’s over. Ayrton is the new world champion. He deserves it,’ declares Prost after his team-mate takes a facile victory in Belgium – his seventh win of the year." i know for a fact senna started giggling, twirling his hair and kicking his feet when he heard that

damn the number of times alain finished second to senna? i know bro mustve been on a power trip then. fck me i cannot get the idea of him having such an huge ego blast that he starts nutting out of my head. this is all haruchimaki's fault

"...back then, the world champion was decided on the number of wins not points." *immediately starts counting how many wins prosenna has*

"For the first time in a while, the Italian squad believe." was 1988 also the last time they believed? lewis is starting to throw a fit dawg someone save the 2025 ferrari

"...unable to accept being bettered by the younger, hungrier man?" ayo haha lets not insinuate now hold on

"They are hoping, praying for a miracle. Forza Ferrari!" literally the tifosi rn hahhahah

ohohh shit the girly's plotting. i love it when he does that dawg

"Prost can afford to smile: his team-mate has taken the bait." ooooh you devious little man!

not me praying for berger to win

God bless the french LMAOOOO

nah cus alain definitely manifested that, he was like, 'if im not the one who will take senna down today, at least please let it be another french' and it was another french HAHAHAHAH bless you jean-louis

"‘No problem,’ replies Ayrton. ‘I had enough fuel to last.’" i know alain is smiling behind his hand under the guise of biting his nails lmaooo a win is a win

"Not long after that infamous day at Monza where he played such an unwitting role, Jean-Louis will marry the ex-wife of tennis legend Bjorn Borg. Among the guests will be one Alain Prost." bro really said 'gotta pay my respects to my homeboy for ruining my rivals day' HAHAHHAHA

"...fumed a victorious Prost post-race before disappearing into the McLaren motorhome for a ‘chat’ with a very sheepish team-mate.'" oh so the ho actually knows how to be self-aware. this is so me i cannot— STOP SHOWING SIGNS OF BEING MY KIN DAMMIT for some reason though all i can think of is small alain going off at senna pissed off and all and then ayrton is just 'blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff' good material for the femprost fic im brewing in my head hehheheeh

"...but are Honda manipulating the outcome of the world championship?" nah its just alain manifesting. pop off queen

nobody hates the french more than the french

"Besides, Balestre has long been thought of as a little unhinged – a garlic-breathing megalomaniac who just happens to wear a blazer." so what that does make mbs?

"...sleep-deprived Prost..." probs the only time i'll ever relate to the guy 😭

"Where’s the fire? Answer: In Alain’s pants!" wtf i just flipped back to the tpatg tab on my laptop and this is the first sentence i see 😭😭😭

little man word count: still lost count. david just loves referring to alain as short now doesnt he. like we get it hes a short king but come on

"Race morning and the bright skies gradually start to disappear behind a cloak of grey. Perhaps this is the moment that Alain Prost knows the 1988 world championship will be heading for Brazil. On a dry track the Frenchman reckons he is more than capable of holding his own, but on a wet surface …" aw hecks nahh its a wet race even alain knows who boutta win this gp we're severely cooked.

something about the fact that senna is good at rainy races makes me feel giddy though idk i just think its pretty neat

"Not a chance in hell." oh shit its about to go down

"The rain is coming, so too a Brazilian rain master." shiiieeeet this made me hype idk why idk i guess i just love rain races and people who master them im sorry alain its just really cool that hes a pro at ts cant help it

yup its a wet race ayrtons obviously winning. guess im on a first name basis with him now. eh, hes sort of earned it

"I made a special effort to be close to Alain" i love taking sentences out of context hehehehhehe

im starting to think ayrton's kink is breaking alain mentally like that guy gets off that shit fr fr can confirm i am ayrton senna

"They all knew that Alain and I were fighting for the championship and I expected them to be nicer about letting us by, but no." my guy really said 'can you guys not im trying to beat the love of my life here'

bro just cry about anything, whether he loses or wins damn

"By turns swearing, weeping, choking, and babbling, their man has become insensible. As he rounds the final corner, Senna gasps in astonishment. There, filling the heavens, is the face of … Christ! The driver becomes hysterical. F***! F***! F***! Both arms flung out of his cockpit, Senna finally takes the flag." he is so dramatic and so me i will never come to terms with this

"‘I would like to thank McLaren and Honda…’ begins an emotional winner, before adding archly, ‘for the big improvement in my car over the last two races.’" HES STILL HOLDING A GRUDGE this asshat i swear stop that youre being too relatable stop it alain pls come back im scared

"There is just one unoccupied seat – directly behind Prost. Senna sits down and proceeds to nibble on the smoked salmon. ‘Hey, you were so far behind me, I felt sorry for you …’ From the adjacent table, Alain Prost has swung around and now rests his hand on his team-mate’s shoulder, ‘… so I let you catch up!’ Much laughter. Senna smiles: ‘That’s very kind of you, because I was just about ready to give up!’ The two gladiators laugh. It is a rare moment of accord, one that will never again be repeated." i... no word for this moment tf? its giving george and max having to sit next to each other at the driver's dinner but george moves his chair far away, but neither of the two here did that obviously, they just sat next to each other. no seriously, the fact that ayrton's seat is directly behind alains? nah fate design ts fr. and they laughing at each other? they're actually sharing a smile and laughing? see me in the air rn boy. see me in the air rn. unbelieveble. and fym it'll never be repeated?? hecks nah man this shit give me the tingles it HAS to repeat. but then again its one of the most intense rivalries to date lets be fr

the number of times i had to give myself a reality check is insane

"No retreat, no surrender." the book of life reference (not i just had to say it)

its not enough for them to win physically noooo they just HAVE to win mentally too

"‘I wanted to win this one to prove a point,’ grins Alain as he and Senna embrace on the podium." THEY EMBRACED I REPEAT THEY EMBRACED I CAN NOW RETIRE IN THE ARMS OF MY BED IN PEACE

"... A watershed moment." what does this mean. is it going to be a wet race? david what does this mean?! help!

"Five years into the future, on a grim May afternoon in 1994, the circuit will bear witness to the sport’s darkest weekend." there was no need to drop this bombshell man come on i was just enjoying their rivalry

"He had been impulsive, they say. He needs to know when to back off, they say." he also needs to know when to stop being obsessed with his team mate like oml most of their spats is because he just has to beat him or he will dnf a nut come on man

"Indeed, on Friday afternoon the Amalfi coastline looks anything but a tourist haven as a band of black cloud appears, stubbornly refusing to return from whence it has come." ANOTHER WET RACE OH MY GOD i just love wet races man its the most entertaining kind of race ever

"It is Gerhard Berger though who snatches provisional pole in the dying moments of the session. Perhaps Ferrari are back in the game after all. Gerhard shrugs: ‘Too early to say. Let’s see.’" our humble king. live laugh love gerhard

"Ferrari have flattered to deceive. Last year McLaren scored a crushing one-two victory and there is every reason to believe that history will once more repeat itself." i was so engrossed in the prosenna battle that i forgot that there is also a wcc and was immensely whiplashed by this lmao

"We should not risk an accident tomorrow. Prost and I should make an agreement: not to cause an accident at the first corner. After the first corner though … The pact of San Marino is thus conceived. 'What do you think? Is it a good idea?’ Prost pulls on his overalls. He has to admit, his team-mate’s proposal makes sense, quite a lot of sense. ‘D’accord. We do not overtake until after the first corner.’ The two men shake hands. Whoever makes the better start come 2pm will have immunity – until the second corner that is." they... actually agreed??? on something?? crazy absolutely crazy i cant believe this is real

"Sunday starts with a bang – a literal one as Berger’s Ferrari catapults into the concrete wall at Tamburello at an estimated 170mph, bursts into flames and then proceeds to ricochet along the wall for a further 100 metres. Race stopped." im telling you guys that corner is evil. tamburello is cursed yall

senna went back on his word oh my god i am on the floor while my heart rate is in the air these two are trying to kill me istg

"The little man feels betrayed." i dont know what moves me to say aww about this, but aww. little alain throwing a tantrum. *deep breath* AYRTON I TOLD YOU TO STOP POSSESSING ME DAMMIT IM GOING TO CRASH OUT STOP IT

and embarassed senna makes a return. i swear hes doing it on purpose so that alain wold yell at him again. i know what you are. we kin after all. no i have not come to terms with it yet

"Ron Dennis can only look on impotently. The McLaren chief senses the stench of civil war in the air. Going on 18 months he has gone out of his way to keep both men happy – a trick that has required the diplomacy of Henry Kissinger, the patience of Mother Teresa and the psychological knowhow of Sigmund Freud." pov ron: pls God im not your strongest soldier pls knock some sense into these idiots pls

"I’m thinking of quitting for good,’ announces Prost." so pissy he’s about to quit. you absolute diva this is not the time to say periodt.  

"Though ostensibly a test, today’s meeting is a rather elaborate marriage guidance session between his two superstar drivers, with Ron cast as marriage guidance counsellor." TS HAD ME SCREECHING AHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAA DAVID!!! DAVID KNOWS WHATS UP HE KNOWS THESE SNEAKY AHH BTCHES ARE BASICALLY AN OLD BICKERING MARRIED COUPLE WE LOVE TO SEE IT

Im scared for ron LMAOOOOOO i hope his marriage counselling works

IT WORKED HAHAHAHHA YOU SNEAKY HO HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA GOOD OLD DENNIS TFFFFF his plan was to make them angry at him instead of each other and it. FUCKIN. WORKED. HAHHAHAHAHHAH OH MY GOODDDDD

Im commentating on their fighting like im watching a reality tv show what the hell lmaoooo. the divorce has begun.

DAWGGG THE DIVORCE. THE DIVORCE IS HAPPENING AAAA IM WATCHING IT ABOUT TO BEGIN AND IT HURTS NOT EVEN ONE SENTENCE INTO THE STORY AND ITS HURTING ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"‘I am very careful to control what I say,’ Ayrton tells the veteran journalist, ‘because I see the danger of damaging other people.’" bfsfr rn boy bfssssssssssssfr rn you aint been controlling sHIT in yo past seasons lets be honest

this is the part where he starts referring to him as frances baixinho lmaoooo

nelson’s still here? Lmaoooo i forgot he still existed lolol

hi jamesss

bro was losing so hard he thinks his only way out is by literally having an out of body experience im creasinggg

"Racing – winning – is everything to Ayrton Senna, almost." almost was not enough apparently he lives and breathes and nuts on that shit

oh my gad. he left. hes in ze ferrari. waeouw. supearb. i am now saying my prayers. hows senna doing.

dawg i feel bad for alain like im the one being beaten by senna pls ferrari work well for my guy before you start ferrari-ing again pls pls

oh theyre still teammates lmaooooo i thought alain had already left

"Prost rolls his eyes…" ok divaaaaa

"Poor Alain, so sad to see a great champion looking for excuses. A shame." poor alain is right babes stand upp quit moping and get to workk

oh my god whenever theyd go wheel to wheel im on the edge of my seat its like im watching a replay even though im not im just reading 😭😭😭

BOOMSHAKALAKAAA YES GAWDDD. YESSSS. im sorry ayrton but a win is a win. a win is a win.

…oop. he broke the trophy. relax!! you can get a new one made ron calm down. eughh i can feel alain’s sheepishness through my laptop screen grr. i can almost see senna smirking about small satisfactions and small victories in small battles, and, honestly, understandable, he's had a shite day

not the fisa adding fuel to the fire 😭😭😭

oh my god the next chapter is suzuka 89 😭😭😭 stop the planet im getting off

"‘So, when he retires yet again from the next race at Estoril, some fear for Senna’s sanity. ‘Who put the f***ing right-rear wheel on? Who?’" about damn time he starts getting pissy honestly

"Prost does not even figure in his calculations, not anymore." holy shit this is rare as fuck somebody write it down and take a picture

"‘Both men, believe you me, are driving on the very edge of their personal abilities,’ remarks James Hunt in the BBC commentary booth.’" AHHHH james you dont even know the HALF of it. asdfagaj ts got me scaling my wallss tffff

im scared i cant read im scared its the same with the french grand prix so im pretending it happens for this first time this year instead of 30 plus years ago somebody help

"‘Senna could lull Prost into a false sense of security,’ muses James Hunt, as prescient as ever. ‘He could then catch him unawares,’ adds the Brit.’" PERIODT!!! PE. RI. ODTTT!! OH MY GOD.

im scared for the next line oh my god senna is going to try something i just know it i swear if this is the part where they crash i will ascend good motherfuckin bye

"Had not Alain promised not to open the door this weekend?" dont count on it girl he motherfuckin hates you now dont count on it. theyre going to crash arent they? Shit.

and they crashed. i knew it. i. motherfuckin knew it. i *clap* knew *clap* it. I KNEW IT. SABIA. LO SABIA. i cant with these motherfuckers i swear

oh hes playing dirty rrr i love to see it. DONT EVER CALL YOURSELF BORING AGAIN ALAIN YOURE A SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT

IT WAS GOING SO WELL TFFFFFF

AAAAAAAAAAA I CANT READ THE REST IM TOO HYPE RN IM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER TO COOL OFF AND THEN COME BACK ISTG

(im back btches) HE DIDNT WIN HE WAS DISQUALIFIED RR. hooo okay we can calm down. neither won so im kinda disappointed but at least my heart can relax we can calm down ayrton is pissy ngl i would be too just kin things but i dont care we can calm down. God the hos werent lying this WAS their most heated moment. hooo gave me goose bumps fr so much i had to take a shower before continuing

"Senna v Balestre: the immovable object v the irresistible force." not ayrton always beefing with the french ho relax

"‘What the f***! This is ridiculous!’ Senna is on his feet, Dennis too. ‘Mr Senna, sit down! Sit down!’ He will not and does not. The driver is incensed. ‘You screwed me at Monaco and now you’re screwing me again!’ Accusations fly on both sides. With emotions running high, the hearing threatens to descend into chaos. Dennis and his legal team are taken aback: ‘Like preparing a case of shoplifting, and then being hit with charges of rape and manslaughter!’ says a shocked CEO of McLaren International. Judgement deferred.’" SHIT they fighting in the fia courts too 😭😭😭 the only thing im worried about though is the backlash alain is going to get for this im so scared for my queen somebody please protect him

"Given the vibes that had not been entirely unexpected." me when im reading tpatg

"‘They are treating me like a criminal,’ Senna tells the press, eyes moistening, the voice trembling." stop the whiplash that im getting this is where the media starts portraying alain as the villain isnt it? aw hecks nah man i cant do ts anymore. on the flip side, STOP DOING THINGS I WOULD DO DAMMIT SENNA PLEASE WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO RELATE TO EACH OTHER FUCK

"Nigel Mansell wades in too when he describes a ‘certain individual’ who has ‘got away with so much in the past and now it has come to a head’." nigel comin through my man thats my homeboy right there

"‘The sonofabitch blocked me!’ hisses the Brazilian. ‘He did it on purpose!’" i get insane whiplash whenever hed swear man

"Berger (and of course) Prost are adamant the race should not start and say just that." oh so now his bestie up against him too everybody just a senna opp atp

"While all around him heads are lost, Senna remains in his car with all the serenity of one who has found peace within. Now to put the plan into action." nahhh now im trippin immensely. he thinks of alain as such a sore loser when he is one himself. this is the craziest divorce i have ever witnessed to DATE

"Jenks also notes that F1 drivers are supposed to be amongst the elite, the best of the best. They are also paid more than enough money to prove as much. If that means racing in ‘diabolical’ conditions, then so be it." tell it to the past dead drivers’ graves bro, tell it to senna in 94. bfsfr rn man.

"1989 – F1’s annus horribilis – ends with Alain Prost as its world champion. Senna has to settle for the runner-up spot." i hate the shit we had to go through to get here, but a win is a win. a win is a win.

"Instead, he is consumed with Suzuka. It is all he talks about, night and day." and the ho is back to pondering. pop off ig senna.

"On the one hand the prospect of family life and marriage, on the other unfinished business in the world of Formula 1. He spends many days and nights in deep contemplation." contemplation of what, racing is practically in the man’s blood, sweat and jizz, i know the outcome of this contemplation

"And to think Nelson Piquet reckoned he was gay!" well he aint that far off ngl. that's probably the only real thing he ever said in his entire career.

"1990 is on. Prost v Senna III." aw shit. here we go again

"With a revitalised Frenchman declaring he feels like a ‘new man’, 1990 promises to be a vintage year." im sCARED. DONT JINX IT.

awww gerhard bless you such a sweetie compared to your monster of a teammate and his stubborn headed rival. YEAH THATS RIGHT IF THIS WAS A KINDERGARTEN I’D PUT BOTH OF YOU IN TIME OUT CUS THE BOTH OF YALL JUST DONT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT GODDAMN. im now mad at the both of them

"The FIA president laps it all up: ‘I would have come here on a stretcher just to annoy that lot,’ chuckles El Presidente, blowing kisses to a huge crowd of jeering Paulistans." no wait because who is this cheeky diva. he's problematic clearly but this was funny ngl. mohammed ben suckmydick could never

"The perception that Prost wins by default has haunted the Frenchman throughout his glorious career." nah cus same here pls this shit scares me ong

"Although well used to the attention, it is always a shock for this highly religious man to comprehend the effect he has on so many people. Often accompanying the letters are the types of photos that would make his mother blush. The messages, too, are to the point: My husband is away tomorrow afternoon; please I must spend just one afternoon with you … The half-smile. He selects another letter. This time the accompanying picture comes straight out of the pages of Playboy: I have loved you and only you forever. I want you …" nah cus the insane whiplash i got from reading this threw me off. there was NO need to put this in the book david. NO need.

pls let gerhard have a win pls i am taking a break from prosenna as i read this book because they are not doing wonders for my cardiovascular health pls bergie's a sweetheart let him cook

"All that hard work starts to pay off. Prost takes consecutive wins at Mexico City, France and Britain. Ferrari are on the move. Suddenly Senna’s world championship is under threat. As of Britain, Alain has 41 pts to Ayrton’s 39." shiet. i know i said id take a break but. shiet. dont tempt me. dont tempt me now ho dont tempt me.

"‘Will you guys ever bury the hatchet?’ The question comes from nowhere. A hush descends upon the Monza pressroom. A frozen stare from Senna, a frown from Prost. The question hangs in the air. Like a couple of sweethearts on their first date, the two men glance coyly at one another. Prost offers a nervous hand. Will Senna take it? Yes! Much to the delight of the media, the two men finally shake hands. The feud is over, for now. ‘We are both professionals who share the same passion,’ says Prost. ‘It is a start. And yes, I was moved by it,’ says Senna. So, friends again – at least for now …" NO BECAUSE I WAS FOUND ON THE FLOOR WHEN I READ THIS. I DIDNT EVEN READ IT PROPERLY, SKIPPED A FEW LINES AND ZEROED IN ON ‘SWEETHEARTS’. DAVID WHAT IS THIS WORDING. MONZA PRESS PEOPLE WHAT IS THIS QUESTION? DID YOU GUYS JUST MANAGED TO PULL OFF A LEGENDARY MYTHICAL TRUCE? I SAID DONT TEMPT ME HO I SAID DONT TEMPT ME NOW. GIRL I CANNOT. I AM READING THAT ‘LIKE A COUPLE OF SWEETHEARTS’ LINE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. SEND ME INTO CARDIAC ARREST WHY DONT YOU IT WOULD BE MUCH EASIER TO DEAL WITH THAN WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO HELLO????

hello james. hows it feel like to comment on this hellhole of a season.

"‘He [Senna] is a great driver,’ gushes Nigel. Ayrton repays the compliment. Prost’s reaction is best described in the words of Autocourse who note that the reigning champion, ‘looked as though he wanted to throw up over the pair of them’." its giving ayrton being immensely allergic to proquet in the 80s lmaooo. I know for a fact alain be complainin to elio’s grave rn.

"‘He [Prost] is very good at getting people on his side,’ adds a driver under no illusion as to his position in the Ferrari hierarchy. More tensions. Prost, for his part, suggests Nigel play less golf and spend more time in the garage." he’s just hella good at this psychological bullshit now, isnt he?

not suzuka again im boutta spin off the floor my god

"He thinks long and hard about many things: Balestre, the FIA, Formula 1, Prost, tomorrow’s race." uh yeah um uh question, how hard exactly? no i refuse to elaborate on hard thank you

"After several hours obsessing in the dark of his hotel room, he comes to a momentous decision: you work hard and try to do your best and they screw you. If Prost takes the lead at the green light tomorrow, I will take him out. Besides, he still owes the French driver for ’89." ah so EXTREMELY hard is the answer, got it. still refuse to elaborate

"Before he can continue, Senna is out of his seat. He cannot believe what he is hearing! Isn’t that precisely what he had done at last year’s race? Precisely why he had been disqualified! Precisely why he and Ron Dennis had been back and forth to Paris over the winter months arguing their case! Silence. All eyes on Senna." i know for a fact the rest of the drivers on the grid are eating the drama up

"If Prost takes the lead, I’m going to take him out." this race is going to shit isnt it. man these two cant just— gerhard? gerhard where are you? gerhard come pick me up im scared

"Prost opened the door ajar and Senna went for it. Déjà vu. Alain should have known better, and so should Ayrton. They’ve only got themselves to blame." FACTS tf these two just gotta gravitate towards each other every time they’re on track i cannot, not anymore im done gerhard come back here

"He is greeted by ESPN reporter John Bisignano, the man who routinely refers to a certain driver on the grid as ‘Elaine Proust’." this is funny though ngl this is how im going to refer to the guy from now on. on a more serious note has senna used this against alain and if he has how many times has senna used this against alain

"Nelson Piquet eventually wins a race described by Autosport as ‘one of the most tedious GPs on record’." once again i forget hes still here lmao im too engrossed in the prosenna rivalry lol

"When told of his former team-mate’s threat to retire, the Brazilian, usually a model of restraint, launches into an astonishing attack on his rival." this ho refuses to let him go dawg LET HIM GO. LET HIM GO— its his fucking life if alain wants to retire he will retire you can exist without him on the grid– okay, thats a lie, this is ayrton motherfucking senna we’re talking about here his entire life revolves around alain who are we kidding here why am i even fucking surprised tf

"Although nobody could have known it at the time, 1990 would prove to be the very peak of Ayrton and Alain’s bitter rivalry." please tell me this is a sign that it will start to mellow out

"Decisions, decisions. Such is the nature of Formula 1’s shifting sands, it only takes one bad call to jeopardise an entire career. Just ask Fernando Alonso." there was no need to dunk on the guy 😭😭😭

"‘Perhaps it won’t work, but we both want to try,’ announces a sober Brazilian, sounding like one half of a married couple." lmao i think we all know who the other half is. prosenna never beating the married allegations fr fr

not the ferrari ferrari-ing for prost. this must be what team lh must be feelin this year and what leclerc fans have been feeling practically all their lives

"Ayrton Senna has his third world championship in four years. Elation. Relief. Who could have guessed it would be his last?" not the foreshadowing again

"If you get f***** every single time you are trying to do your job cleanly and properly by other people taking advantage of it, what should you do? Stand behind and say ‘Thank you, yes thank you?’ No, you should fight for what you think is right and I really felt Iwas fighting for something that was correct because I was f***** in the winter and I was f***** when I got pole. I tell you if pole had been on the good side last year, nothing would have happened." aw hecks nah he’s popping off again i know for a fact ron regrets not media training him.

thank god he got sacked ferrari was going to shit anyway

"Prost catches the drift. A wholly French Formula 1 team. Hmm … where has he heard that one before?" lmao not the renault french civil war flashback 

bro got fired because he was sassy af i love to see it like okay charli xcx play 365 

there was a female f1 driver? dang, imagine the possibilities and opportunities this coudlve unfold… too bad she failed to qualify man :( i now have a new reason to be smad

"He is not the only one left cold at the news: ‘Just who does Prost think he is that he can walk into the best team of the day?’ asks an angry writer in Autosport’s letters page." ok ho, is you a driver? uh huh i thought the FUCK not btch okay square up

"Boom! A Budapest bomb erupts. Mansell quits!" a budapest bomb is right, cus what? wtf hes actually retiring. what do i do with this information?

"Mansell and third-placed Berger stare impotently ahead." they really said ‘we do not exist in here we will pretend we are somewhere else and ignore this raging idiot next to us we do not claim him and his energy’ lmaooo

"For once, the mighty one is wrong." well thank God

they just not never think about each other now, do they?

the girls are fighting once more and now the limits of my cardiovascular health are being tested. somebody pray for me. how they even managed to become friends towards the end of the year will forever be a mystery to me

hes like ‘idgaf man, sennas all the way in the back, this lead is just a bonus for me lol’

"Hasn’t he always believed in driving just as fast as it takes to win and no faster?" thats because his teammate was ayrton dawg, with senna there was a need to be fast, with damon, bless the guy, alain can relax. huge diff

"‘Boring’ says old sparring partner Niki Lauda, adding that ‘viewers can’t even keep awake long enough to switch off the television’." translation: prost domination be boring fans. welcome back king. also hey niki how you doin

"Post-race Alain’s anger is evident for all to see: ‘Just take a look at the video,’ growls the winner. A seventh win of the year at Hockenheim all but seals Alain’s fourth world championship." but he wins regardless ok let the boy rage

"While such tactics hardly endear him to the fans, it’s mission accomplished for one of France’s greatest sporting icons." WRONG it endears him to ME LETS GO ALAIN LETS GO

"They are going out in the same way they started, at the front, way ahead of their rivals." this gets me emotional oh my god for all of my slandering and hollering and hyping and cheering i will forever miss and cherish this rivalry dawg. prosenna you are very dear to me <3

"Lauda, Rosberg, Mansell, Piquet, Berger and more recently Michael Schumacher – great drivers and formidable foes each and every one, but Ayrton Senna has only ever had eyes for one driver, only truly feared just one man: Alain Prost." no because im actually going to tear up, this is so heartwarming to me tf 😭

"On the Adelaide victory podium all is forgotten. Senna hauls his rival on to the top step. His eyes are glassy. It all ends here. In an odd way he feels an emptiness, as if he is losing a part of himself today. All the rancour, the bitterness is swept aside; just Ayrton and Alain. Nobody else has ever mattered, not really. Embracing, it is as if both men sense that their eternal struggle has paradoxically brought them closer together, closer to an understanding of themselves. Neither man will ever step on to the Formula 1 podium again. It will be a last embrace. End of an era." and you’ve done it. im crying now. oh prosenna my prosenna you will be very dear to me. if i ever have a girl child im naming her prosenna i do not care i love them very much for all of their ugly fights and clashes and rivalry and murder attempts at each other you cannot deny that it was what truly made them special as well as entertaining nobody will ever do it like them ever again bro NObody fr

"All the rancour, the bitterness is swept aside; just Ayrton and Alain. Nobody else has ever mattered, not really." NO BECAUSE LET ME ZERO IN ON THIS THOUGH THIS LINE WILL FOREVER HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART IM PUTTING THIS ON A TSHIRT

AHHHH THE PICTURE MONTAGE HAS ME ROLLING MY SHAYLAS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

awwwww niki and alain :((((

"A typically nonchalant Prost during Brands Hatch testing 1986. © Peter Denton" og nonchalant queen

"Smiles were a rare commodity at McLaren during the Senna–Prost years. Here at the 1988 San Marino Grand Prix, the veneer was holding – just. © Getty Images" NO BECAUSE WHAT WAS THE CONTEXT BEHIND THIS PICTURE THO???? when i see alain in real life, because i will and he will live to 200 trust me, i will ask him about the picture.

"End of an Era: The 1993 Australian Grand Prix would prove to be the last time either driver ever set foot on an F1 podium." AAAAAAA MY SHAYLASSS AAA MY SHAYLAS I WILL FOREVER LOVE THEM 

aaaaaaand i finished the book. all i have to say is, what a read, and, these two have been both the greatest comfort to me as well as the biggest pain in my ass. God bless the Prosenna rivalry, God bless David Sedgwick, God bless Alain Marie Pascal Prost, and may Ayrton Beco Senna rest in peace.

a more accurate description of my thoughts after reading the book would be ahsdyuaasocqagwuydgsygcygasuygayusdvyu qywe c8g w8fe wdycugsuydc uasg yua  aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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and scene. thank you for your time.

[dvinefem]

untitled elriel vibes pt. 3

azriel pov time *insert me giggling & kicking my feet* if you catch any mistakes, no you didn't. i’m being sassy by saying this but: brief mention of az beating his shmeat below the cut. i know that’s soooo icky / ooc for him 😵‍💫🙄 ok bye LMAO. (& no. i cannot title this thing to save my life. its fine everything’s fine) part. 1 | part. 2

He approached the House of Wind with the early morning breeze on his back, the full moon beginning to melt away in the sky. The night they’d shared may have very well been a warped delusion he'd created for himself. But the touch of her sweet lips on his hand still lingered. Real. It was all too real. The words they’d spoken to each other echoed in his mind as he landed, tucking his wings in tight.

You are not mine to dream of, he’d said.

I think we both know that is not true, she whispered back into the ether.

He was completely, and utterly fucked.

Azriel stepped on silent feet toward his bedroom, turning the doorknob to enter just as Nesta emerged from Cassian’s room — theirs now — balancing a steaming cup of tea and smutty novel in one hand. She cleared her throat.

His shadows had warned him she was awake. Though in his dizzied state, he couldn’t quite find himself to care. He pushed open his own door anyway, flat out ignoring her, hoping she’d say nothing.

But of course, the wicked grin that crept onto her lips predicted otherwise.

“Walk of shame, shadowsinger?”

If she only knew the truth. The seemingly chaste act of sleeping in a bed of wildflowers with Elain was cause enough to damn him to hell. Cauldron boil him alive.

Slipping easily into that cool mask of indifference, he flipped the conversation. “You’re up early.”

A shrug of her shoulders. “Your brother snores like a grumbling beast.” Nesta circled him once, lazily. Like the hellcat she was, sizing up prey. “So, I am up early.” She began to stride away down the darkened hallway. Then, her voice was a but a mere whisper as she tossed over her shoulder, “And you.. smell like jasmine.”

Closing the door, he promptly thumped the back of his head against the hard wood. Once. Twice. A halfhearted attempt to knock some damn sense into himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why he’d convinced himself it’d be a good idea to wander into the river house garden in the middle of the night was beyond him. But just as she'd said.. being there soothed something in his depraved soul.

If he were a sane male, he would’ve seen her kneeling in the dirt — healing rotting roses with that beautiful, shimmering light — and launched into the skies. To stay away from her. Like he was meant to. It was in the best interest of the Night Court, and for all of Prythian for that matter, to keep his distance. At least, that's what he'd been begrudgingly telling himself for months now.

And yet.. her mass of golden brown waves glowed under the light of the moon. Like some long forgotten goddess. The silken pink of her nightgown far too translucent — revealing every soft curve of her body beneath. Her gentle voice so bewitching that he, a Carynthian warrior, nearly buckled at the knees from the saccharine sound.

Avoiding her for so long wreaked havoc on his entire being. Not hearing her hum absentmindedly while kneading dough in the kitchen with Nuala and Cerridwen. Not watching those beautiful brown eyes beam with joy as she worked up a sweat weeding the garden. The honey and jasmine scent of her skin nothing but a captivating memory for months.

So, with her hair blowing in the wind and her voice lilting so sweetly in his ears.. when she extended that temptingly beautiful hand in his direction..

Fuck Rhys. Fuck the Cauldron. Fuck. It. All.

He would not, could not, walk away from her. Not again.

Elain… Elain.

Shadows coiled dense around his shoulders, their tone a haunting whisper in his ears.

Elain.

A low groan. Another beat of his head on the door.

Lovely Elain. They sulked defeatedly.

Before drawing a bath to wash away his sins, he’d had to relieve himself from the shameful strain of his cock not once but twice before being able to think straight. Whatever ‘thinking straight’ meant for him at this point. It seemed he was rarely able to keep his mind focused these days.

He sank down into the water — cold and unforgiving. Further and further, until he held his breath just beneath the surface. Just for some godsdamned peace and quiet. An attempt to snuff out the battlefield in his mind.

˖ ࣪ . ˚ ˖ ࣪ . ˚ .

“Morning, Az.” Nesta’s voice greeted him from the dining table without looking up from her novel, licking a finger to turn the page. As if she hadn’t cornered him just hours earlier.

“You look like shit.” Cassian pointed his fork in Az's direction, speaking through the eggs he’d crammed into his mouth.

He leveled him with a punishing glare. One that warned, don’t fucking ask.

But his brother being his brother, goaded him. “Rough night?"

“I actually slept quite well for a change.”

The valkyrie barked out a laugh. The shadowsinger stiffened.

“What’s so funny, Nes?” Cassian quirked a befuddled brow.

Her face remained neutral, but the amusement was apparent in her eyes as they slid to meet Azriel’s. “...My book.”

Just then, a breakfast plate appeared in his usual spot at the table. Piled high with eggs and meat that Cass had begun to eye, scraping at the last of his own meal. Az pulled out his chair, offering Nesta a shallow nod in thanks.

His secret to tell. Never hers.

[macaroki]

look of love, zayne (433 wc)

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thinking about Zayne.. i dunno where im going w this. just a CASUAL drabble. mc is not hunter cause i said so. actually ykw take it however u want i dont mind. actually halfway writing this maybe this is not so casual. actually yes its like a unwinding w zayne after a long day. ok bye enjoy. n e way i double space it out cause it hurts my eyes reading lots of paragraph idk ( guys idk if small letter is good or like the caps in front is good.. hmmmm...... let me know plz... ) OK PLS DONT COME AFTER ME IF ITS A BIT OOC 🙏🙏 #selfindulgent not proofread bye love u

he's too busy with work, and the movies aren't so fun anymore. zayne and his soft spot for you, definitely didnt put down his work just bcs he noticed how u start losing interest w the movies.

he is too preoccupied about things he's working on, mainly about the upcoming treatment plan for his patients or the surgery, one that you can't wrap your head about. you can't be bothered to worry about the constant typing sound from his laptop with the movie displayed right in front of your eyes.

the moon casts a gentle glow through the window, dimly lighting the living room area the two of you currently lounging in. with your knees tucked to your chest, and the busy Zayne next to you, suddenly the movies aren't so good to watch now. glancing towards him, he looks so.. well, focused. always thinking, always lost in his own worlds, but right now there's just something quieter about him.

“am I really that interesting than the movies? actually.. screw that, shouldn't you be sleeping?” he asks, not looking up as his eyes glued right to the screen. his tone is a bit.. well, teasing but somehow it just feels more softer. maybe you're imagining things?

eventually, you shoots him a shrug. “shouldn’t you?”

a gentle smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and finally, he meets your gaze. his eyes reflect your figure, and maybe just maybe the teensy little gaze of love, so so gently looking at you like you're his whole world. if the look of love is a person, Zayne is the perfect definition about it. others might see him as cold, distant, but is that really all he is?

Zayne eventually leans back against the armrest, stretching out his sore arm after carefully placing his laptop to the coffee table. you find his hand idly resting on your side, pulling you closer before a gentle voice breaks the silence. “mhm, no. I don’t sleep much.”

neither do you, actually. not lately, thus resulting in you staying with him for a while until you fixed your sleep schedule. a win-win. with the celebration and stuff, it's hard not to miss out on sleep.

the comfortable silence creeping in, again. save it for the dialogue from the movies occasionally chirping down to your ears with his gentle hand squeezing your side. something about nights like this makes everything feel.. like the world outside doesn’t matter, just for this moment.

sure, this is no different than an ordinary night, but with everything that happened, maybe this is just the kind of night the two of you needed. just the two of you basking in the comfort of love, with nothing else in between. except for the sudden screaming from the movies that startled the both of you.

[translatemunson]

you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks • ttfd

a blurb from the universe of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader, banter (because i love it), some divergency from canon (it’s fanfic guys, so chill), proofread by my bye-lingual ass (let me know if i forgot anything)

For the first time in fifteen minutes, you could finally reach for your coffee mug.

“Dispatch, this is 118 requesting more RAs for the scene,” and there it goes nothing. It was Evan Buckley on the other side of the comms. What happened with Chim or Hen asking for backup?

“Copy, 118. Units 126 and 163 are closer to the storage,” you replied, already jumping on channels to send the ambulances their way. “Will more units be necessary?”

“I believe those will be enough, Brains.” The nickname drop. Yeah, no way you were escaping that. “It’s nice to finally hear you on a call.”

“Can’t say the same, firefighter Buckley. Mind you, we are being recorded,” you brought your mug to your mouth, the steam long gone after a late night fire emergency on a delivery storage.

“Oh, don’t be a nerd now. Everyone is safe, I bet you can chat for a few minutes.”

“Should I remind you we both are paid to save lives, and not chit chat while the 9-1-1 line is packed?”

“Oh, is it? Then why are you still on this channel?”

Ok, he got you, he got you good. Back to drinking and finding some peace to face eight more hours on your shift.

“Still there, Brains?” You could definitely hear his smirk through the call.

“Mm-mmm,” you made a funny face for the cold coffee. “Just taking a break.”

“Right. Graveyard shift again?”

“Always, because it’s from my desk straight to class tomorrow morning.” You started typing again, checking all the information from the rescue. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“No, not exactly. Already packed the equipment and now I'm just waiting for the guys. Is Maddie working tonight?”

“No, she only takes the graveyard shift when Chim is off duty. But you should know that. Cut the small talk and go piss Eddie off, Buckley.”

“Only if you give me your number.”

And he goes for it, for the hundredth time that week.

“So you can piss me off on and off duty? I’ll pass,” your screen lit up with updates from the incident. “Guess I’m closing this channel now.”

“See you soon, Brains.”

“Don’t wait up, Buckley.”

You disconnected from the channel once you had confirmation both RAs were on scene and now it was only a matter of taking the patients to the closest hospital — information you already cleared with the drivers, and gave that usual Brains heads up to the hospital teams — and getting them patched up.

Graveyard shifts, most of the time, were easy to sail through. Another few more hours, instructions you had memorized in the back of your mind, weak coffee someone brewed because you were out of decaf, class notes to review and you would call it a night — or maybe a day, you were never sure.

The only thing different this time around was the fact that you had Buckley on the other side of the line. And when you checked your phone, closer to 2 AM, there was a message, from an unknown number, saying “Eddie told me to piss you off because he wants to sleep :)”. Also “It’s Buck.”

Of course you knew it already.

author's note: hi, hello! i know i promised this blurb to come out yesterday, but got caught up with work stuff… BUT IT’S HERE NOW. it doesn’t spoil anything from the main timeline of the fic, it was more of a “i need to write something” moment and this is the result. don’t forget to check out the fic! see ya soon!!

[morgana-larkin]

Alright it was asked on ao3 to make 3 other parts for 'You got a friend in me'. And it was to have both the reader and Melissa's birthday and for them to move in together. Sooo, here's part 4 with the reader's birthday! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

You Got A Friend In Me - Part 4

Warning: Just a lot of fluff with Mel and Alison

Words: 4k

“Finish eating up your breakfast.” Melissa tells Alison while she braids her hair.

“But I’m too excited to eat. It’s Friday and it’s my mom’s birthday party tomorrow.” Alison says as she gets up from her chair and starts to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Melissa asks.

“To school, to get the day over with.” 

“Sit back down, you haven’t finished eating and I didn’t finish braiding your hair.” Melissa says and Alison pouts. “Sit.” Melissa says sternly and Alison goes to sit back in the chair.

“I regret wanting you to be around more.” Alison says as Melissa starts the second braid.

“So you don’t like spending time at my house?” Melissa asks and Alison sighs.

“I do.” Alison says in defeat and then you come down the stairs.

“Morning my two girls.” You say and then sit down across from Alison.

“Morning mom.” 

“Morning hon.” Melissa says as she finishes Alison’s braids.

“What cute braids you gave her.” You say as you eat the eggs and toast Melissa made for everyone. 

“Did you enjoy sleeping in a bit?” Melissa asks you and you nod while taking a bite of toast.

“I did, thanks for offering it last night. I don’t remember the last time I slept past 6:30.” You say and she smiles. 

“Alison, I told you to finish eating and then we can leave.” Melissa says as Alison goes to get her school bag. “She’s so excited to finish today.” Melissa tells you. 

Melissa then goes to get hers and Alison’s lunch out of the fridge. She puts hers in her purse and gives the other to Alison. Alison takes her piece of toast and eats it while packing her lunch in her bag.

“Ok I’m done, can we go now?” She asks and Melissa shakes her head with a smile.

“Alright we can go now.” Melissa says and gives you a kiss before leaving. “Bye hon, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tell her and you give Alison a hug.

“So my mom isn’t staying over but I am?” Alison asks in the car.

“Yep, I need my little helper to help decorate.” Melissa says.

“And my mom has no idea about the party?”

“Nope. I just offered to take care of you for the night and she’s coming at 2. I told everybody to arrive no later than 1:30.” She says and Alison nods.

“When’s your birthday?” Alison asks.

“August 3.” Melissa says, knowing that Alison has asked before. “I wanted to ask you something.” Melissa says and Alison looks at her.

“I wanted to ask your mom if you two would move in with me after school is done. What do you think of that?” Melissa asks.

“I love that! I’ve been wanting to move in with you for a while.” Alison says and Melissa smiles.

“Perfect, I want to ask her tomorrow and if she says yes then you can move in with me in July.” Melissa explains as she pulls into the parking lot of the school. “Alright, let’s go start the day.” Melissa says and helps Alison out of the car. Alison holds Melissa’s hand while they cross the parking lot and Melissa carries Alison’s bag over her shoulder.

“Nice pink bag.” Barb says from behind her.

“It’s mine Ms. Howard.” Alison says with a smile.

“It’s so nice of Melissa to carry your bag.” Barb tells Alison. 

“Are you going to be at my mom’s birthday party tomorrow?” Alison asks her and Barb nods.

“Yep, Gerald and I will be there at 12pm.” Barb tells Alison and Alison starts jumping excitedly. They go inside the school and Melissa hands Alison her school bag and then Alison goes to her friends. “Nervous about tomorrow?” Barb asks her.

“I am, I have a small idea what her thoughts on moving in with me are? I know Alison has been wanting that for a couple months though.” Melissa says with a sigh. “We’ve talked about it once and she wanted to get Alison used to the idea of living together more, which is why they’ve been staying at my house all week.” Melissa says as they reach the break room. 

“Melissa I can’t wait for tomorrow, are you sure you don’t want me to bring anything else? Like food.” Janine asks with a big smile.

“I’m terrified of your cooking skills and don’t need anything store bought. So just bring the decorations.” Melissa tells her and Janine nods.

“Who else is going to be there?” Jacob asks.

“Some of her friends from work, some other friends of hers, and her parents.”

“Have you met her parents yet?” Jacob asks and Melissa nods.

“I first met them at Christmas. I’ve met them a few times but they live an hour away.” Melissa says.

“We’ll be there at 12.” Janine says and Melissa nods. Just then they all hear a knock at the door and Alison is there with a couple of tears on her face and one of her friends is there with her. Melissa immediately gets up and walks over to her.

“Alison, hon, what’s wrong?”

“I fell and my knee really hurts.” Alison explains and wipes her eyes.

“Oh hon, come here.” Melissa says and Alison gives her a hug. Her friend leaves at that point as she was just helping Alison get her to Melissa. “Come sit on the couch and I’ll take a look at your knee.” Melissa says and Alison nods and goes to the couch. Melissa rolls her pant leg up and sees that it’s bleeding a bit. “Alright, there’s a small cut but we can stop at the nurse quickly and she can patch you up.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods with a sniffle. “Janine, do you mind unlocking my classroom if I don’t make it back before the bell?” Melissa asks as she takes off her classroom key. Janine nods and takes the key before Melissa grabs Alison’s hand and goes to the nurse. 

“Alright, it’s cleaned and stopped bleeding, the only thing left is picking out what bandaid you want.” The nurse tells Alison.

“Do you have Scooby Doo?” Alison asks.

“I believe I do.” She says and goes to check. “You’re in luck, I have one left.” She says and puts it on the cut. Just then the bell rings and Alison looks at Melissa. 

“We gotta go to class hon.” Melissa says and Alison hops down and takes Melissa’s hand. “Thank you.” Melissa tells the nurse before leaving. 

At the end of the day Melissa takes Alison back to her house and gets dinner ready. 

“I was going to bake the cake tonight and was wondering if you’ll help me?” Melissa asks Alison and Alison immediately nods.

“Chocolate?” Alison asks with a smile and Melissa nods.

“Of course, you and your mom both share your love of chocolate.” Melissa says as she whips up something quickly. “Alright let’s go eat.” She says and brings 2 plates to the table. 

Her and Alison eat and digest a bit before starting to make the cake.

“Alright now mix it very well.” Melissa says and hands Alison a whisk. Alison smushes the eggs with the whisk before mixing. Melissa preheats the oven and gets the pans ready for the cake. “Alright I’ll finish mixing and you spray the pans. Make sure you cover every inch.” She tells Alison and Alison nods before she starts spraying the pans.

“Why are there 2 pans?” Alison asks.

“Because it’s gonna be two layers hon.” She tells her.

“That’s a lot of chocolate.” Alison says with a smile and Melissa chuckles.

“And we still have to make the chocolate frosting while the cake is baking.” Melissa tells her.

“Done spraying the pans!” Alison says and Melissa inspects it before pouring the mix in the pans. 

“Alright, and let’s set the timer for an hour.” Melissa says as she sets the timer on the stove. “Now let’s go make that frosting!” Melissa says and Alison jumps excitedly.

*An hour later*

“Alright, we’ll put the frosting and the cake in the fridge and let it cool overnight and finish it tomorrow.” Melissa tells Alison who nods.

“Are we making anything else?” Alison asks and Melissa nods.

“I’m making my famous lasagna tomorrow morning.” Alison smiles at that as it’s her favourite. “Barb is bringing a couple of things as well as your grandma. And I’m making Brioche con Gelato.” She says and sees Alison’s confused face. “It’s brioche buns and you put ice cream in the middle. It’s like an ice cream burger. And yes I have chocolate ice cream.” Melissa says and Alison smiles.

“You had me at chocolate ice cream.” Alison exclaims and Melissa shakes her head with a smile.

“Alright, let’s get to bed so then we can finish making everything before everyone comes to decorate.” Melissa tells Alison and then they both get ready for bed. “I will love you forever.” Melissa finishes reading Alison a bedtime story.

“Why do you sometimes wait to read the next line or pause between words?” Alison asks with a yawn.

“That’s because I have dyslexia hon. It’s a disorder that makes the words look all weird.” Melissa explains. “Now get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.” Melissa tells her and then gives her a kiss on the forehead. “Have a good night kiddo.”

“Good night Mama.” Alison says and then falls asleep as soon as Melissa closes the door.

Melissa wakes up the next morning to a knock on her door. She looks at the time and sees it’s 7:02 and there could be only one person knocking. She gets out of bed and opens the door and sees Alison there holding her teddy bear.

“What’s up kiddo?”

“I’m hungry and the sun woke me up.” She says and Melissa smiles.

“Alright, give me a few minutes and I’ll make us something to eat.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods. Melissa comes down and sees Alison watching Scooby Doo and Melissa goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.

“So I just spread it all over?” Alison asks Melissa as she’s about to apply the frosting.

“Yep, go crazy with it.” Melissa says and Alison does the frosting while Melissa starts making the lasagna. “Alright now that you’re done with the first layer, we’ll add the second one and you can use the rest of the frosting.” Melissa explains and Alison nods while Melissa adds the second layer. “Alright go crazy again and I’ll finish the lasagna.”

“I’m done.” Alison says after 20 minutes.

“Alright let’s see how you’ve done.” Melissa says and inspects Alison’s work. “Wow, you did a great job. Are you sure you’ve never decorated a cake before? I think you’re lying.” Melissa says and Alison is beaming at the compliment. “Alright I gotta write happy birthday on here, so how about you start setting the table that’s in the living room. Put all the plastic utensils and paper plates on it.” Melissa tells her and goes to finish decorating the cake. Melissa finishes decorating the cake and puts it in the fridge and she goes out to the living room to see Alison finishing putting the plates on the table. “Alright, that’s good for now, we gotta get ready.” Melissa tells her and they both head upstairs. 

They both have a shower and Melissa is in a robe and picking out her outfit when Alison knocks on her door. Melissa goes to open it and sees Alison there and she’s holding the box with all her hair supplies.

“Would you be able to help me with my hair?” Alison asks her.

“Of course kiddo, but you gotta get dressed first. Go get dressed and then come back here alright?” Melissa tells her and Alison nods before going to get dressed. 10 minutes later and Melissa is brushing and drying Alison’s hair while Melissa has curlers in her own hair. “Alright what do you want to do?” Melissa asks.

“Can you do a half up hairstyle and then clip this pink clip to the elastic?” Alison asks and hands her the clip.

“Of course, I think you’ll look adorable.” Melissa says and brushes half her hair into a ponytail. After the second attempt, she attaches the clip to the elastic to finish her hair. “Alright, and you’re done, what do you think?” 

“I like it! When is everyone going to arrive?” Alison asks and Melissa looks at the time.

“It’s 11:30 now so in about half an hour. How about you go watch an episode of Scooby Doo while I finish getting ready? Oh and don’t answer the door if I’m not downstairs ok.” Melissa says and Alison nods and then she goes downstairs. Melissa does all her makeup and then she finishes by taking the curlers out and makes sure her hair is perfect and then she hears the doorbell. She makes her way downstairs and sees Alison watching the tv and she goes to answer the door and sees that Barb and Gerald are there. “You two are early.” Melissa says as it’s only 11:45.

“Well you know how we like to be early.” Barb says and enters the house. “Hello Alison dear.” Barb says as she sees her on the couch and Alison gets up.

“Ms. Howard, how do you like my new dress? Mama got it for me!” Alison says with a big smile and Barb looks at it.

“Oh it’s lovely and very pink.” Barb says and looks at Melissa who’s smiling at Alison.

“You know I like pink, and apparently so does Alison.” Melissa says.

“And it’s a miracle that you convince people that you’re tough with your pink obsession.” Barb teases her and then hands her some containers. “So we brought a few things.” Barb says and Melissa looks at what she brought.

“Oh this is perfect, thank you.” Melissa tells her.

“Want me to put them on the table?” Alison asks and Melissa hands her one container while she brings the other 3. “When is the ice cream burgers going to be made?”

“That gets made and served with the cake.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods while they get the table set up. There’s a knock at the door and Gerald opens it as he’s the closest.

“Decorations are here!” Janine exclaims and Jacob and Gregory are behind her.

“We may have got too much.” Jacob says and Gregory is nodding his head in agreement. 

“4 bags full.” Gregory says and Melissa chuckles

“We got balloons, streamers, ribbon, a big happy birthday sign.” Janine explains as she puts the bags on the couch. “Ooh Scooby Doo, I used to love that show.” She says as she sees the tv screen. Melissa turns the tv off and then goes through the bags.

“You may have gotten too much but I love the enthusiasm.” Melissa says and gets the balloons out. “Alison, do you know how to blow up balloons?” Melissa asks her and Alison shakes her head. “Come here and I’ll show you.” Melissa tells her and Alison walks over and Melissa teaches her how.

The rest of the Abbott crew and Gerald set up the streamers and the big sign while Melissa and Alison do the balloons. 

“Then we tie the ribbon on the end like this and we can tie these ones to the chair that your mom is gonna sit at.” Melissa explains to Alison. “The other ones we can stick to the wall.” Melissa says and gets the tape out.

Half an hour goes by before the doorbell rings again and Alison goes to answer it while Melissa is putting tape on a balloon.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Alison says excitedly and goes to hug them.

“Hello Alison honey!” Her grandma says and immediately hugs her granddaughter. “Hello Melissa, it’s good to see you again, and thank you for inviting us.” Your mom tells her and gives Melissa a hug. 

“Grandma guess what, Mama taught me how to blow up balloons! See!” Alison says and blows up a balloon.

“Oh that’s amazing.” 

“Everyone, this is Heather and Eric. Y/n’s parents.” Melissa introduces them to the Abbott crew and they all say hello before going back to decorating.

“The place looks great.” Heather says as she looks around and Eric nods his head. “I brought 2 of Y/n’s favourite dishes of mine. Although from what I’ve heard you seem to be her new favourite chef.” Kelly says without a hint of jealousy.

“I wouldn’t feel bad about that.” Barb says. “I’m his wife and he will never shut up about Melissa’s lasagna.” She adds and everyone laughs.

“I was raised in an Italian household, what do youse expect?” Melissa says and then goes to place the other dishes on the table.

“I’m glad she’s with someone who’s as good as a professional chef. I love her but I definitely don’t love her cooking.” Eric says and Melissa smiles.

“My mom can’t cook.” Alison says.

Everyone continues decorating until the doorbell rings half an hour later and Melissa answers it and sees it’s a couple of your friends from work that she’s met a few times.

“Hey Angela and Kristy.” Melissa says.

“Hey Melissa, hope we’re not late. Couldn’t remember if you said 1 or 2.” Kristy says.

“You’re good, Y/n won’t be here until 2.” Melissa tells her and they come in.

“Alison, you’re getting so big! Last time I saw you I think you were 5 years old.” Angela says.

“I’m 9 and one quarter.” Alison says and holds up 9 fingers.

“Wow, no wonder you’re so tall.” Kristy says. “Where do presents go?” Kristy asks Melissa and Melissa takes them and places them on the coffee table.

Half an hour passes by and everyone else has arrived. Everyone is introducing themselves to everyone while Melissa is nervous about your arrival.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Barb says to her.

“Just nervous about asking her to move in with me.” Melissa says and looks down.

“Don’t be, I’m sure she’ll say yes.” Barb says.

“It’s not just that.” Melissa says and looks at her. “Yes I’m nervous that she might say no but what if she says yes. We move in together and be…happy?” Melissa says to her and Barb takes a breath.

“You’re nervous about being happy?”

“The only 2 people I’ve lived with are Joe and Gary, and we know how those worked out. A failed marriage and a failed proposal.” She says and Barb rubs her back.

“She’s not them, for one she’s a she.” Barb jokes and Melissa laughs. “Another thing is she has a child who adores you and she said you’ll always be in Alison’s life no matter what. The last thing is you said you already mentioned the topic of marriage and she said that she doesn’t have to get married.”

“I know, it’s just what if this works out?”

“Then you’ll be happy, like how me and Gerald are.” Barb tells her and then she hugs Melissa when a tear rolls down her cheek.

20 minutes later and you all hear a car pull up and you all stop talking. A minute later there’s a knock and Melissa goes to answer it.

“Hey hon.”

“Hey Melissa, there’s a car parked on the street that looks exactly like my parent’s car.” You say and then Melissa lets you enter.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone yells and you gasp and put a hand on your heart.

“Oh my god.” You say and you have a huge smile on your face. You go and say hi to everyone and then you make your way to Melissa. “You put this together for me?” You ask her and she nods.

“Me and Alison.” She says and you kiss her.

“Thank you and Alison’s new dress is adorable.” You tell her and she gives you a hug.

“Happy Birthday hon.” She tells you and you laugh.

You chat with everyone and then Alison announces it’s present time and you go sit on the couch and Melissa hands them to you one by one.

“And this one is from Melissa and Alison.” You say as you read the card. You then open the gift and see it’s a photo album.

“Open it.” Alison says and you open it and see that there’s pictures in it. The first picture is one of Alison’s first ultrasound and a few of you when you were pregnant with her. You keep flipping through them and it goes right up to the picture that you took with Melissa and Alison 2 weeks ago. You look inside the box and see there’s another photo album and you open it and see there’s a note and you read it.

“This album is for us to make much more memories together. Will you and Alison move in with me to help make those memories together?” You finish reading and you look up at Melissa and she’s looking at you with a nervous smile. “Are you really asking for us to move in with you?” You ask her and she nods. You then look at Alison and she’s looking at you with a smile. You then look back at Melissa and you nod. “We would love to move in with you.” You tell her and then you hug her and give her a kiss. Melissa hugs you back and she has a huge smile on her face and you add Alison into the hug.

“Happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sings off tune as Melissa brings out the cake.

“Make a wish.” Melissa tells you with a smile. 

You close your eyes and you wish for more happy memories with Melissa and Alison then blow out all the candles on your first try and everyone claps.

You cut the cake and you serve it out to everyone and Melissa also serves the Brioche con Gelato with the cake to everyone.

“I remember you describing something like this.” You tell her as you try the brioche con gelato.

“It’s a Sicilian dessert that my Ma told me about.” She tells you and you hum.

“Well it’s perfect, this entire day is actually.” You tell her and she smiles at you. “I had a feeling you two were planning something with all the whispering and all the times you two stopped talking when I entered the room.” You say and she hums.

“I guess we weren’t as sneaky as we thought.” She says and you both look at Alison who’s talking to your parents and already has a chocolate mess on her face.

“I love you.” She says and you hold her hand.

“I love you too.” You tell her and then give her a kiss.

“Ew! Why do you two have to keep kissing?” Alison complains and you both look to see her face full of chocolate.

“And your face is covered in chocolate.” Melissa says and then grabs a napkin and wipes Alison’s face.

“Mama! Really?” Alison complains as she tries to get away from the napkin but Melissa holds her chin.

“Yes, really, little missy.” Melissa says and gets most of the chocolate off. “And there she is.” Melissa says and then gives Alison a kiss on the cheek.

“So when are me and Alison moving in with you?” You ask her.

“How does July 1st sound?” She asks and you think about it.

“Considering it's in a month, you’ll have to help with packing.” You tell her.

“Obviously I’ll help, and I know a group of younglings who will be happy to help too.” She says and you look at the Abbott crew before looking back at her and you smile.

“Let’s start making some new memories.” You tell her and seal it with another kiss.

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The Second Assistant

Inspired by the tongue guitar playing in Spain

Smut alert 🚨

Harry was in the midst of a whirlwind tour when a recent breakup left him emotionally drained. Determined to avoid entanglements with fans, he found solace in his work. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't help but notice his new second assistant, (Y/N), whose beauty and grace captivated him.

(Y/N) was a beacon of joy and laughter among her colleagues, but around Harry, she turned shy and reserved. Since day one she acted like that. But one fateful night after a particularly electrifying concert where Harry had pushed the boundaries of his attire, revealed A LOT, also was a night extremely hot in Spain and (Y/N) fainted backstage! She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the performance plus hot night and the last thing that Harry did on stage definitely was the final cause of her faint.

Concerned, Harry rushed to her hotel room after his concert, still in his revealing outfit because all that matters was to see of she was really ok!

He knocked on the door, she just got out of the shower and she was expecting her meal, not Harry…

“Oh my god, it’s you!”

“I’m sorry, are you expecting someone else?”

“Just my dinner..” she said moving her eyes from his eyes going down to his torso and abs

He noticed and explained “I’m sorry again, i just got out stage and didn’t saw you there in the corner, they told me… Are you ok?”

“I don’t understand… You barely say Hi and Bye every day, any order of what to do to you i get from Mary because she’s the first assistant and i’m the second… Why do you bother coming here?”

“Excuse me are you implying that i’m a incentive boss-monster? That i don’t care? Only once that i tried to spoke to you, you didn’t looked back at me in the eyes and everytime i see you nice and goofy around the crew but always with a bad face at me, how did you expect me to act?”

“I… i was trying to act professional with you”

“I honestly thought you hated me since day one for some reason i quit trying to find out…”

“What??? I don’t hate you! Never! I’m a fan! Actually since 1D to be honest”

“Ok, now i’m the one confused here”

“When Mary interviewed me for the job she said: 1- never mention you are a fan; 2- don’t talk to him looking in his eyes because his girlfriend is nuts jealous; 3- don’t be you the cool girl i know around him, just strict professional”

“OMG i had no idea!”

“Mary says hahahah i’m your type, she’s so wrong! Look at me! But anyway she said if i want a career i can’t cause trouble in my first job ever in this industry!”

“I totally understand She was trying to help you… and avoid drama with my ex… She’s right about you being extremely attractive to me… She’s with me for 10 years she knows me very well!”

(Y/N)’s face is red and she thinks she’s about to faint again. Harry run to her holding her and asking “Are you ok? For sure?”

“I’m fine! Not going down again! It’s.. it’s just too much going on.. i need to sleep!”

“What about your food?”

“I will cancel… can you help me walking me to the bed?”

“I will help but you will eat! And i will go to my room shower and after that i will come back to see you! Where is your extra key?”

“Don’t need to do that Harry…”

“I will! Please let me do this!”

So exactly like he said, after he was back in her room. She had fallen asleep, so he took the tray away, returned to his room but kept her spare key.

Next day, like always when don’t need to travel to do a performance, Harry wake up when he wanted, brushed his teeth and looking at himself in the mirror started to think about (Y/N) and decided to go back to her room.

He wasn’t sure if she was awake yet, was 10 something AM, so he knocked softly. With no answer he did it again… and worried decided to use the key…

She was with her AirPod, laid down on the floor, legs wide open up on the bed, rubbing her covered pussy with one hand and on the other hand watching Harry’s video a fan did of him obscenely flipping his tongue on the guitar…

Harry didn’t want to scare her but she’s couldn’t her him there! And honestly he was hard ASF!!! He decided to remove his clothes and already touching himself he walked to her bed and seat close to one of her legs, he did wile she briefly close her eyes, and when she opened…

“Ohh omg!” And removed Airpod looking at him, iPhone already on the floor and her eyes big in shock looking to Harry’s Big fat cock.

“Don’t need to say anything love, if you just let me finish here looking at you rubbing that pussy for me i will be very happy, and if you want he can pretend never happened… or…. You can get out of that floor and come here to this bed and let me taste that pussy just like you’re dreaming watching that video on repeat”

She was speechless and frozen. Harry smirked at her and that was enough to release her from the frozen state. (Y/N) started to move and stopped standing in front of him.

They connected eyes and he used one hand to hold her t-shirt up and the other hand to grab the elastic of her panties, she nodded and he started to slowly remove her panties…

“All of this mess for me darling?”

“…Y..yes!”

“May i ask you to remove your t-shirt and lay next to me?”

She nodded and did as he asked… slowly Harry moved to the top of her using his knees and hands to spread her legs saying: “Darling I don’t dare to go up there and kiss you like i want, because it’s dangerous… we can fall in love and ruin business! But if you don’t mind i will bury my head in your perfect soaked cunt… and after this anytime you or me need some relief we can count on each other secretly ok?”

“Ok Harry”

“Call me Daddy!” And with that he started to eat her like the hungriest man in the world, stroking his penis at the same time. (Y/N) came like never before and was fighting to close her legs involuntarily.

“Just another one sweetheart, one more of your sweet orgasm juice and i will let go” He said and immediately sucked her clit wile inserted his finger, she cried loud in despair and he was just so impressed by how tight her pussy was, he said “Girl, you can barely take my finger, if i try to put my cock on you I don’t know if will fit…”

(Y/N) moaned and squirted with that dirty talk, Harry drank all and released his orgasm in his hand and belly. “I don’t know if i can keep my mouth out of this pretty pussy anymore girl!”

He started to put his clothes on with the devilish smile saying “I’m getting out of here before someone sees me wile looking for me.. Angel, i will always have your room’s door keys now! This will be our secret!”

And he left…. Not knowing that the biggest secret (Y/N) carries… She’s 22 but she’s virgin…

And now all she can think about is how to tell him! And when…

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Money talks CH2 (ch 1) marietti, 18k words

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

A sugar baby, he’s a sugar baby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rubik stop moving come onnnn”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 •••

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

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

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

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

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

I’d like to eat you for dinner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Marco”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needs lube.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck fuck”

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

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

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

••• 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

Bez screams on a cushion, and Rubik barks.

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck Cele you’re good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck”

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

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

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

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

Oh God he’s giving him a hickey.

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

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

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

“You are-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, I shouldn't even tell you, but I figured it would be nice” “You won’t, it’s our business, not his” “Oh is it? Is it our business? Because it didn’t seem our business when Uccio barged in a moment after we finished fucking and he started yelling at me. It didn’t seem our business when you stayed silent as that asshole yelled at me while I was trying to dress back up and was scared as fuck he would beat me up”

He takes a breath, then he goes again. He’s not letting this one slide.

“It didn’t seem our business when you let your friend call me a whore and a grid slut. And you didn’t defend me when he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the floor. I still have the bruise, you know?” “It shouldn’t have happened Pecco, and it’s our business to act like it never did” “No. I’m telling him. If this jeopardizes my relationship with Luca I’ll make peace with it, but I’m not keeping for me that you and me fucked, I can’t, not with him”

Vale closes the call, and Pecco stays with his phone in hand a bit, before sitting back down on the couch and starting to bite at his nails furiously.

It’s going to be a huge fucking mess.

•••

At the third question about his love life Bez has had enough, he wants them all to shut the fuck up and never bother him again, because they’re all so fucking loud and their words overlap, they all talk together, over one another, the words don’t make sense, nothing makes sense.

Silvia drags him out the table and into the living room, pretending he’s going to just calm him down and come back in a minute. She knows when her brother is getting overwhelmed, he’s seen him react more than once, he’s seen him explode, cry, and get violent once.

She knows perfectly if he’s going to have an anxiety attack of a meltdown, and this is very much a meltdown.

“Marco. Oi, You’re on the couch, I’m here, they’re outside, take your hands off your ears come on”

Bez obeys, but he’s got tears in his eyes, he knows they’re gonna call him a freak, just because he sometimes can’t take that many people talking all together and especially if directed at him, he just can’t.

“We’re going to the beach ok? We can talk a bit in peace or stay silent up to you alright? Get up now i’m not dragging your ass to destination”

He follows his sister, slamming the door behind them and walking the short distance to the place they go on these occasions. A small dune they sit on top of, and just chat, and relax.

“I hate them” “Thay’re idiots” “Mom…mom told me I should ignore my feelings for guys and go for a girl” “That sucks. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone beside you and Lau”

Bez scoffs, he remembers when Silva came to him one night, and asked him how he knew he liked boys as well as girls. He had told her he just knew, that he had feelings for a guy, that he thought actors were hot and also actresses.

She had told him she didn’t think boys were cute, that they were actually ugly. Bez had hugged her and reassured her, then secretly taken her to Bologna Pride Parade, where he had met Franco, and two years later, Cele.

“You know, I met someone. She’s cute, and funny. She’s smart and I honestly think this could go very well” “Name?” “Luisa” “Cute. And how old is the woman dating my sister?” “She’s your age don’t worry, she’s from Cattolica”

Bez hums, Silvia shows him a picture, the girl is nice, the type of girl he would go for honestly, and she seems a good person, at least from the few texts Silvia shows him. And he should be happy, because his sister found a girlfriend, because she is clearly happy, and because he is not in a bad situation, financially or work-like speaking.

“You know, Celin’s found someone too” “The boy from Torino? Oh I remember him, he was so sweet!” “Yeah, he’s with this lawyer, filthy rich, tall, blonde and blue eyed” “Well he has an eye for guys for sure” “They look good together”

They stay silent again, Bez takes a cigarette and lights it, starting to smoke it despite Silvia’s admonishing gaze. He knows it’s not a good thing for his health, but honestly who cares, he needs to relax, and this does the work.

“I think there’s something wrong with me” “What do you mean?” “I’ve got no one, no one interests me, I am 25 I should - I should’ve found someone already fuck’s sake” “You will Marco” “What if I’ll be alone for the rest of my life? What if no one wants to have to deal with me and I end up lonely and sad?”

Bez is on the verge of crying, and Silvia notices, hugging him and letting him rest his head on her leg, stroking his hair and reassuring him quietly.

They stay there one more hour, chatting, before deciding to head back home.

•••

“Luca? Luca, are you in there?”

Pecco is knocking at Luca’s bedroom door,  and he finally hears some noise from the other side of the door. Luca just woke up, and wonders why the fuck is Pecco already dressed.

“Lu! Finally” “Why are you dressed to go out?” “Don’t you remember? You promised to drive me to the Ranch so I can get my bike and we go on a ride together” “Oh god. Yeah yeah let me get changed” “If you don’t want to see Vale that’s ok eh, i’ll go grab it alone and you’ll sit in the car”

Luca nods, and starts looking for normal clothes to wear, he calls in the office and says he won’t be in until later in the afternoon, then closes the call and walks to the kitchen, Pecco makes toasts. Better than nothing he guesses.

They eat mostly in silence, only words spent are to call over Sissy and give her some food, then they both put on shoes and get on the Wrangler.

“You sure you’re ok with coming along?” “I promised, so yes”

They talk a bit about everything and nothing, Luca tells him a bit more about Cele, and Pecco breaks the ice asking him if they already fucked.

“I am a gentleman Pecco, I at least wait the second dinner” “Such a old fashioned guy I see” “Yeah the second dinner is this evening” “I take it back, but you didn’t do anything? I mean nothing happened?”

Luca goes a bit read, and Pecco starts to tease him about it, asking him to tell him more, Luca telling him to fuck off and Pecco asking again. He wants to know what his best friend does after all.

“He gave me head, and I jerked him off, nothing over the lines” “At his? You didn’t bring him home yet, no?” “Actually we were in the M4” “In the- Lucaaaaa you’re evolving taste” “Oh shut up, we didn’t fuck”

Pecco laughs still, Luca usually doesn’t do anything outside his house, or the office maybe, but he’s still not sure of that, one never knows when he’s needed, and being interrupted mid-fuck cause a client needs help is not the best thing ever.

“Was he good? Or nah?” “I never had someone suck me off so well in my life Pecco” “Ouch. Thanks eh” “No offense man but - God he was something else” “Yeah please don’t get hard now thank you” “I can control myself mr ‘I got hard watching a guy take his shirt off at a mechanic shop’” “Shut the fuck up”

They don’t talk much the rest of the drive, Pecco almost falling asleep a few times, Luca focusing on the road and how to actively not meet Vale in any way once they’re at the Ranch.

When he parks, he stays in the car, there’s Vale and Uccio waiting for Pecco, and yeah he knows him and Uccio fought, but there’s a weird vibe around Pecco’s and Vale’s short interaction, there’s tension, heaviness.

Maybe it’s just because Pecco and Uccio had a discussion, who knows. The only time he climbs down the car is to help Pecco load the bike on it, a beautiful Ducati Monster which Pecco cherishes like an infant.

There’s a quick nod exchange between Luca and Vale, nothing less nothing more. Acknowledgement, this is what they’ve reduced themselves to.

When they get back home they immediately go for a ride, Pecco is supposed to arrive in town today, so there’s no problem in being seen now.

The ride is nice, they pass each other on the street a few too many times, but in the end they’re fine, and they get back home.

“If you ever have problems on this while you stay here, go to this shop, ask for Cele, you see how he made my Panigale run perfectly” “Will do”

They get back inside, Pecco’s suitcase already done for his transfer to the Hotel he should be in from today until friday. He needs to tell Luca now. It’s either now or never in his life. He’s here he has the chance, he knows hiding it will only eat him alive.

“Lu?” “Mh” “Can we talk for a sec?” “Yeah sure”

They sit at the kitchen table, Pecco biting his nails while Luca tells him to stop and speak instead. He’s scared, how will Luca react? Not well that’s for certain, but what can he expect?

“I told you I fought with Uccio, no? We argued” “Yes” “Didn’t tell you why” “Are you planning on doing it now?”

Pecco nods, looking away, then at Luca, away again and once again at Luca. He must know. He’s his best friend. He must know it won’t happen again. Ever.

“He walked in on me and, and Vale, having sex"

Luca stays silent, a huge veil, heavy and thick, lays on top of them, he looks like he’s processing the fact, like he’s trying to make it make sense, even if it doesn't have any rational explanation.

“I swear it was one time, just one, I was full of adrenaline after winning Mugello, and Vale was there, we drunk a bit I regret it, I would stop myself if I could, I-”

Luca doesn’t say a word, he just gets up and goes to his bedroom, before locking it he turns to Pecco, and his eyes are filled with disgust, and hurt.

“Of all people. Him. I don’t want to see you now Pecco go away"

He locks the door, and Pecco knows there’s no way he’s getting out the room anytime soon, so he just grabs his things and goes to the Hotel, leaves the things there and decides to go for a ride again, but as soon as he tries to start his bike, it doesn’t.

“Oh come on! Just start fucking piece of shit!”

It doesn’t. Obviously. He has the number of the tow truck service at the shop where Luca told him to go on a little card, so he dials it, and waits for it to come. The driver doesn’t recognize him, luckily, and he just grabs a taxi, who recognises him tho, and asks for a selfie, which he grants.

The drive is not very long, 15 minutes and he’s there, and he climbs down the taxi leaving the change to the man who brought him there. The driver of the tow truck takes the bike inside, and Pecco enters.

Silence. Complete, era-deafening silence. Please just let them be professionals.

He walks up to the guy behind the counter, who looks at him as if Saint Mary just appeared beside him.

“uhm hi I was recommended this shop by a friend of mine, my Monster completely stopped working and I - I was told to ask for Cele”

Silence again, then the man, who Pecco supposes to be the owner, speaks.

“Cele is out for a few errands, and he’s fully scheduled, he can’t take any more work” “Oh, ok uhm do you have anyone available in the short term?” “Him”

Pecco follows the direction the man he gets is called Paso is pointing. And fuck him. It’s the guy he stalked on insta and asked Luca about just a few days prior. Marco. Marco Bezsomething.

“Ok, thanks I uhm, the bike” “I’ll help you”

The guy comes forwards, his curls are even more beautiful when seen from close distance, and his arms look even better somehow, he is really amazing.

They get to the work station and Bez can’t fucking believe it. There’s Pecco Bagnaia where he works. He is fixing his bike. He is fucking fixing Pecco Bangaia’s bike. He’s going to die. And tell everyone he knows. Maybe in the opposite order. He doesn’t know. He’s going to faint oh God.

“You are - I can’t. Can I ask you for a picture? Please? I - you are my favourite and please just please just a picture” “Oh yes of course, I don’t look great sorry I just arrived here” “Oh no you look amazing, I mean, you look great like always, I’m sure the picture will be amazing, sorry I’m talking too much, Franco take a picture come on!” “Calm down Bez, you’re going to explode” “Fuck off”

The picture gets taken, and it is a good picture actually, Pecco has to admit it, he likes it a lot, mainly he likes the sensation of having the curly beauty he can’t stop thinking about next to him.

“I’m sorry I look like a psycho but it’s just - you are you I can’t believe it” “Do you watch motogp?”

Bez looks at him as if he’s dumb, then proceeds to lift his shirt and Pecco almost dies, he's got the Mugello track tattooed on his right hip, and just above, Assen. He looks closer. It’s the Assen track with the date of his first win there.

“I look like a psycho sorry, I’m Marco by the way, Bez if you will” “Pecco” “Sorry I’ll get to fix your bike immediately. Can you tell me what and how it happened?” “Yeah I just went for a ride this morning and it was fine, but when I tried to start it before coming here it just didn’t” “How long without maintenance?” “One month”

The guy - Bez, starts admiring the bike, inspecting every centimeter of it, and Pecco does the same with him, trying to get in his mind as many details as possible, like the little scar on his face probably due to varicella as a kid, his height, the mess of tattoos on his forearm, how he moves around the Ducati.

Bez finds the problem in 5 minutes, it’s easy enough, it’s an engine thing and it’ll realistically take a few days to be fixed, he just hopes it will be fine once he’s done because this isn’t anyone’s bike, this is - Jesus he can’t believe it. Despite finding it he doesn’t comment on it for many more minutes, because he can feel he has Pecco’s eyes on him, and God does he want them to stay glued to him.

“Ok so, it’s the engine, there’s been a rupture here in the chain, but due to another few problems like…this leak here, I gotta change the engine whole not just replace the broken chain, I’d say two days and you can have this beauty back”

Pecco doesn’t even hear Bez speaking, he’s just staring at his hand resting on the left handle, almost grazing it with his fingers, and he’s very much not imagining it as the bike handle in his mind.

Bez repeats the explanation, and Pecco gets out his trance, blushing a bit because it’s stupid to be this attracted to someone he’s never spoken to before.

“Oh yeah thanks I - two days is more than fine thanks” “No problems” “Can I stay here? I mean I’m sure you’re a really good mechanic but -” “But the bike is your baby and you want to be sure I don’t mess with it, I get it, I never let someone touch mine”

Pecco looks over where Bez is pointing, that bike can’t be legal, like at all, there’s nothing legal about it, it’s even missing a license plate.

“Yeah it’s not properly like I got it from the stock but you gotta have fun with what you have no?” “I think so yes”

Bez works in silence for a bit, diligently taking off the keel to work on removing the engine. To Pecco he looks like an artist, if the Monster was a painting Bez would be covered in paint of all different colors instead of grease, but he thinks he’s hotter like this, operating on his bike, sweating.

“Does it bother you if I take off my shirt? I’m burning here” “Oh no no, don’t worry, I get it it’s very hot” “Yeah, it’s shit”

Pecco stares as Bez takes off his shirt, he’s simply amazing, he can see the piercing now, and the writing under it. “Live to ride, ride to live” Pecco thinks he would very much like to see Bez ride him but he can’t just say it outloud, or comment on any tattoo for the matter, it would be suspicious and even creepy if he did.

But he really can’t help trying to map every inch of tattooed skin on Bez’s body, he just feels pulled to him, magnetically, naturally, like they’re two magnets attracting each other.

Bez does his best not to completely freak out, he still hasn’t fully realized who’s there, and he’s sure once he will he will go completely dumb, he could forget how a bike’s made fuck’s sake.

He just hopes Pecco hasn’t seen the poster he hung when he won last year, it’s a bit difficult to miss, but Pecco has his eyes glued on the bike, so maybe he hasn’t noticed yet. He’ll have to hide it if he comes back tomorrow, there’s fucking hearts drawn on it, it’s ridiculous really, it looks like his older sister’s One direction post from when she was 15, Harry Styles submerged by little hearts, same with Luis? Louis? Lewis? who the fuck remembers.

“Bez I got you the - WHAT THE FUCK” “oh. Celin, thanks, yeah don’t - don’t ask I don’t know, he said someone recommended him this place, you specifically” “Huh?” “Are you Cele?”

Cele freezes in place. This is Pecco Bagnaia asking him if he’s him. In what kind of vodka induced dreaming coma is he in? This can’t be real. At all. Because if it is he’s going to faint now.

“Luca told me to come here if I had problems and to ask for you but your boss told me you were fully scheduled” “Luca - you know Luca?” “Oh yes he’s V- we’re friends”

Cele can’t understand. How in the fucking world is this possible. What is Luca to him? A friend? His lawyer? Was it Pecco the friend he had around visiting? Impossible, if they got out the house surely there would’ve been pictures, and Bez would’ve found them all in one second. He is genuinely obsessed with Pecco.

“Celin, the wrench” “Oh, here here, take it, I have to uhm to finish the Yamaha” “Luca says many good things about you, I’m glad you two met”

Cele goes red, then white then red again. God Luca talks about him. To his friends. He talked about him to Pecco motherfucking Bagnaia.

He goes back to his workstation, checking the phone for new texts, and he finds one from Luca, saying he wants to hang out tonight, that he already booked a taxi which will pick him up at work at 8:15 and drive him to Luca’s house. He accepts, obviously, because he’s not fucking crazy.

He hears Bez laugh and turns his head, he throws his head back like always, and he’s shirtless, like always as well, and Pecco is legit staring at his friend’s body, and if he looks with sufficient attention he can definitely see he’s blushing a bit.

Pecco is having a hard time remaining calm, he said one stupid thing, one joke about the bike and suddenly he’s hearing the most beautiful laugh ever directly from the source, who comes in the shape of an ideal man for him.

Bez gets to work immediately tho, inspecting the bike once more, with shimmering eyes and trembling hands.

“You really are gone eh baby?”

Pecco is about to fucking answer, but for a shot of pure luck he realizes Bez’s talking to the bike, not about him, shit would’ve been embarrassing if he answered, God.

Pecco finds Bez to be really funny, and a pleasant person in general, they talk about MotoGP obviously, and bikes, but Bez really looks like he’s in love with what he says, he explains things in a way that make Pecco wish he was completely ignorant on the matters so that Bez could explain him everything, even the stupidest details he knows.

Bez obviously adores having Pecco beside him, it’s a dream come true, the most absurd interconnection of events bringing the three times World champion in the shop where he works, and letting him touch his bike.

Pecco feels at ease, except when Bez flexes his muscles once while saying he trains too, while obviously not at Pecco’s levels.

“I like to stay fit” “Yeah I see that” “How much do you train?” “Uhm well in the morning we have two and a half hours of gym and in the evening usually one of cardio or just plain running” “Fuck”

Pecco goes away at 7, Cele and Bez, as usual, at eight. They talk all the remaining time, Bez is absolutely losing his mind, Cele as well because shit Pecco was here, Pecco knows their names, Pecco will be here at least another day. Like last time, Cele brought a good change of clothes, he knows he probably won’t need them much because him and Luca are going to fuck, but he wanted to look decent at least.

The taxi is waiting in front of the shop, and when he climbs in the driver asks him for confirmation of the address. Well. He doesn’t know where Luca lives, so he nods, hoping he’s not getting kidnapped tonight.

When he arrives at Luca's building he looks around, not sure which floor he lives on, and how to reach it, so he just calls him.

“Cele, are you almost here?” “I should be, on which floor are you? Do I have to ring?” “Oh, yeah sorry, ninth floor, ring at Marini, just take the elevator” “Ok thanks”

He rings, and Luca opens the door at the entrance, repeating to him to go get the elevator and go to the ninth floor.

He follows his directions, ninth is the last floor, it must be a very nice house for sure, Luca seems to have nice taste and he’s rich, so it can only be a beautiful house. He rings again once he reaches the floor, and realizes Luca’s is the only apartment on this floor, so it’s an attic. Fuck it gets better.

“Hi” “Hi Luca” “Come in”

There’s an amazing smell of food, which makes Cele pull a face, he thought they would fuck immediately, he didn’t mentally prepare himself for a dinner beforehand. He feels stupid.

“Are you ok Cele? You don’t like the food I made? I can make something else if you want” “No no it looks delicious I just thought we uhm we would’ve skipped dinner” “I’m a gentleman Cele, I offer something before getting to bed”

Cele goes red, and Luca smiles, telling him to sit because the dinner is ready, and Cele is about to do it, then, he hears a soft purr and mew, and turns his head around.

“Oh my God!” “What?” “You have a kitty! Ah it’s so cuteeeeee what’s your name baby?” “She’s Sissy, I found her five months ago on my way home from work” “You’re so pretty Sissy, you look like a plushie” “Ah don’t pi-”

Luca doesn’t have the time to tell Cele the cat’s not fond of strangers and would most likely scratch him because he’s already picked her up, petting her head and holding her like a baby. Sissy just sniffs him a bit and then starts to purr, and Luca can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“I’m glad you like her but dinner will get cold” “Oh yes sorry, she’s just so tiny and pretty”

Luca smiles again, and serves them both a portion. He made Tagliatelle al ragù, which honestly Cele loves, they’re a traditional dish, and he's eaten tons of them during the years, but he’s sure Luca’s are amazing.

“I made them this evening, so they’re fresh” “You made made the tagliatelle?” “Mhmh, I like to do my own food when I have the time, especially with things like pasta, pizza or those along the lines of them” “Oh. I used to do them back home, and gnocchi, and agnolotti del plin, you don’t have them here tho” “I know a few places where they make them, I could take you there” “It wouldn’t taste like home, I’m particular about that dish” “I get it, makes sense”

They eat, and Cele praises Luca’s cooking more than once, because both the pasta and the ragù taste incredibly good, there’s the right amount of salt and sauce and meat and spiciness.

But once again, to him Luca is perfect, so whatever he does is perfect for correlation.

They don’t talk much, one because they’re both really hungry, and two because Cele doesn’t know what to say, the kind of calls of this type he usually gets are from Grindr, and there’s no eating before or afterwards, he goes to the guy’s house, they fuck, and then he goes back home.

He knows this is not a hookup call, because they’ve got a contract, but still, it feels strange. In a good way, but still strange. And he doesn’t know how to bring up the topic, because it feels embarrassing.

“So uhm when do you want to like…sorry I feel stupid asking” “When you want to, we can still stay here a bit to talk if you prefer it, there’s no rush” “No no, I want to I just get embarrassed, I don’t know how to ask” “You’re cute when you’re like this, you know?”

Cele blushes even more than he already was, because Luca has got that fucking smirk that makes him go crazy, and this is all so surreal.

“Come here Cele”

He obeys, because what should he do? Luca’s like a siren, his voice can make him do whatever, he realizes it’s dangerous, but it’s so so arousing as well. Once he’s near Luca, he gets pulled on his lap, and Luca starts kissing his neck, lightly, like he did last time, and Cele melts.

Luca breaks away and looks at Cele’s neck, smiling proudly. He noticed the hickey,  how it was still there, a mark, his mark, on Cele. After just a second they start making out, Cele’s arms around Luca’s neck, while Luca is getting his hands under Cele’s shirt, feeling his goosebumps under his fingertips.

Cele tries to break away, but Luca pulls him closer, and stands up from the chair, Cele automatically wraps his legs around Luca’s waist, and as soon as Luca starts walking to his bedroom he yelps, immediately going red in the face and hiding it in the crook of Luca’s neck while the older laughs a bit, sill holding him while walking to the room.

He closes the door behind him with a kick and lays Cele down on the bed, immediately going to kiss him once again, Cele’s legs still wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, closer, impossibly so, and Luca wastes no time in taking off both their shirts, and he starts leaving kisses all over Cele’s chest and collarbones, making the younger whine.

The only thing Cele manages to say is “off off” while tugging at Luca’s sweatpants, and Luca is more than happy to follow his orders, taking them off and ending up wearing just boxers. Cele unwraps his legs from around Luca, tugging off both his sweatpants and boxers, tossing them to the floor, and Luca does the same, Cele still stares at Luca’s dick, wondering how it's gonna fit.

“Do you want me to put on a condom? I’m clean” “I’m, I’m clean too, no no it’s ok without, it’s fine I like it” “Nice”

They kiss again, Cele thinks he’s never liked kissing someone this much, Luca feels already overwhelming like this, and they’re just grinding and kissing.

Luca breaks away and opens a drawer, taking the lube out and squirting some on his fingers, coating them and looking at Cele asking for permission.

“Yes. Yes please”

Luca smiles and - fuck he just now realizes this is the first time he’s seeing Cele like this, he looks make of alabaster, he’s so pale, the contrast with the blush on his face and chest is amazing.

He pushes one finger in, but finds almost no resistance to it.

Has he fucked someone else the day before?  Who? Bez maybe? He knows they’re not technically exclusive but it still pisses him off.

“You’re loose” “I kinda tried to prep myself at work, in the showers, but there was no one around, and and the showers stalls are closed, you can’t see inside” “How sweet Cele, but I’m gonna do it anyway ok? I want to be sure you’re well prepped” “Ok, you’re not mad right? That I did it” “Absolutely not, it’s hot Cele”

Luca deems him loose enough to push a second finger in, and this time he can feel resistance, Cele moans and shuts his eyes close, gripping the sheets as Luca moves his fingers inside him, finding his prostate and making him moan once again, louder this time.

He scissors his fingers, and leaves a few kisses on Cele’s neck, grazing his teeth against Cele’s throat, making him whine. He loves how sensitive Cele seems, he can bet he’s gonna have a lot of fun with him, and that they will both love it.

He doesn’t decrease the intensity of his fingers movements, and just keeps on kissing Cele’s neck, and using the other hand to rub circles on Cele’s hip. Luca loves having this kind of control, it’s addictive in a way, seeing how someone gives themselves to him so freely and willingly.

When he gets the third finger in Cele moans again, one hand going to grab Luca’s back of the neck and pulling him close so they can make out while Luca absolutely tortures Cele’s hole, hitting his prostate a few times, just to have him arch his back a little, that little that makes Luca go crazy.

Luca keeps going for a while, he has no intention of making Cele feel bad, or hurt him because he’s too horny to stretch him well. Maybe he’ll take a bit longer, but who cares, he has him in his bed, and he’s not letting him go.

“I’m ready Luca, really, just fuck me” “Are you sure bimbo?” “Yes”

He hopes he is, he stretched him enough, but he’s always a bit worried he’ll lose his control and go overboard. He can't think of hurting him just to have sex, no, never.

Luca takes out his fingers and coats his dick a bit with lube, but before he can start Cele stops him. There it goes, he’s rethinking this.

“Can we do doggystyle? I prefer it” “Oh of course yes, however you’re comfortable Cele”

Cele’s not actually more comfortable like this, but he’s scared if he looks at Luca in his eyes he’ll cum immediately, and it can definitely not happen the first time he fucks with him. Cele turns around and Luca lets out a moan, he’s got such a nice ass, but there’s no time to stare and daydream right now, so he just moves to be comfortable and pushes his dick inside, slowly.

Cele is gripping at the sheets, Luca has both his hands on Cele’s hips, who right now isn’t even on all fours, he’s resting on his elbows and knees, arching his back as much as he can because he knows he can feel it more this way.

Luca would’ve liked it more if they fucked in a position that would let him see Cele’s face, but if the other prefers this then he has no right to counterbait, because afterall he loves this position, so, nothing lost.

He pushes all the way in, and Cele feels the stretch, it’s overwhelming and perfect, but if Luca doesn’t start moving right this second he fears he’s going to go mad, he knows it’ll probably hurt the next day, he’ll be sore for sure, but he’s also sure it will be worth it.

“Move Luca come on”

Luca starts kissing at his shoulder blades, his chest is basically glued to Cele’s back, and as he moves higher to kiss the boy’s nape he starts moving, at first small and slow thrusts, not deep at all, just to test the waters, he doesn’t want to be too harsh.

But it’s clear pretty quickly Cele doesn’t find this enough, so he starts moving faster, not covering Cele’s body with his own anymore, and Cele starts moaning and whimpering, he feels so good, but he really needs Luca to go faster and harder, because he didn’t do this to be treated like glass.

He tries to communicate it by moving his hips to meet Luca’s thrusts, but to no avail, it’s still too slow and gentle, which he appreciates because it means Luca’s a nice person and is probably scared to hurt him, but on the other hand he honestly just wants Luca to wreck him, and the only way to have more is to ask for it. There goes his dignity.

“Luca you can go harder” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” “Let me say that again. I need you to go harder”

Luca doesn’t answer that one, he just smiles, and pulls out almost all the way just to slam back in whole, and Cele almost dies with how good it felt. He gets pinned to the mattress, one of Luca’s hands moving from holding Cele’s hip to press down his back and keep him glued to the bed. Cele becomes louder, each thrust is a moan, and Luca can’t help but wanting to listen to them more and more.

Luca does want to spank Cele, but it’s their first time together, and maybe Cele doesn’t like it, or it’s too much for the first fuck anyway. But still, the need to do it is great, he’ll try to ask in the future, hoping for a positive answer.

Meanwhile Cele is shifting to another dimension, already back when he sucked Luca off he saw how big he was, sure. But feeling it inside is something else. He wants to last, to get fucked for as long as he can handle, for as long as Luca wants. Because he’s not just big, he’s damn good at it as well.

Cele can feel Luca’s eyes on him, those eyes with a color so unique he’s sure only Luca has in the whole world. He can hear Luca moan, and breathe harder and harder, but as he tries to say something all he can do is moan Luca’s name, which only results in Luca going even faster. At this point Cele’s sure he could break, but it would still be fine, fine as hell.

What would be finer would be Luca’s hand around his throat, yes, cutting his breathing for a bit, getting him dumb, more than he already is. Cele knows he’s close, because he can feel it, and he tries to move one hand to jerk himself off, but Luca slaps it away.

“Don’t tire yourself Cele, let me” “I’m close” “Me too bimbo me too, you’re amazing you know that?”

Luca must be a mind reader, because he moves his hand again, from Cele’s shoulder blades to wrap around Cele’s throat and tighten the hold around it.

Cele’s mouth falls open, a strangled moan echoing in the room as Luca gives the final thrusts, moving the other hand too, stroking Cele’s dick and driving him closer to his orgasm, as he himself knows he’s not going to hold on for much longer.

Cele comes all over Luca’s fist and on the sheets, and still has the strength to turn around and beg him to come inside. His only purpose in telling him not to wear a condom was for Luca to come inside. He’s always had a preference for it, it’s probably the feeling of being owned, or marked, because he goes crazy when someone is possessive of him, and the idea of Luca doing that just drives him crazy.

“Are you sure? fuck” “Please”

Luca can’t disobey, so he just does what Cele asks him, coming inside him,  moaning Cele’s name in his ear and fucking him through both their orgasms, slowing down the thrusts each time, until he stops and slips out, collapsing on the bed and grabbing a washcloth he left on the chair next to the bed.

“I’ll finish cleaning up and go home” “What? Why did I do something wrong?” “Absolutely not, but I mean, I figured I’d have to go home or you’d kick me out” “No Cele it’s late, stay here the night, we can sleep together, don’t worry I’ll get you something to wear”

Luca has very clearly no clothes that could be Cele’s size or fit him decently, so he just tosses him one of his shirts, the white one he wears during summer not to boil alive, and Cele smiles. Luca also gives him a pair of clean boxers, and Cele has to turn-up the hem of the underwear to make it fit, and Luca finds it adorable.

They both lay in bed, Luca just in boxers and Cele wearing his unbuttoned shirt, which looks huge on him.

“Good night Cele” “Thanks. For letting me stay and - one of the best nights I’ve had” “Whenever you want bimbo, I’m here” Cele falls asleep quickly, and Luca takes just a couple more minutes, where he studies Cele’s face and admires how Cele’s curls frame his face so prettily. He kisses him on the forehead and falls asleep, feeling fairly calm for the first time in a while.