#pecco/luca

[verdemint]

blushing princess bride-to-be pecco in his white dress being carried to the altar by knight bez to prince luca

But oh! who is pecco gonna choose? The loyal knight bez? The cold and distant prince luca? How can pecco choose in this situation?

and then get ready for the trashiest erotica/romance novel of ur life

[bezzplaining]

franky proposing mig with a snoopy ring:

valentino proposing marc with his earring:

bez proposing cele with a candy ring(strawberry flavor):

pecco proposing luca with a ducati contract:

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

HELLOOOO your peccoluca changed me as a person, 4 or 15 for the ask game with them? maybe both?

pecco/lucca: 4 (multiple orgasms/overstim) + 15 (pain)

“Hurts,” Pecco whines.

Luca looks up at him through his lashes, eyes horribly blue and burning. He hums around the cock in his mouth, and it’s like he’s jamming a nail into all of Pecco’s nerve endings. He lurches, warbles a please that’s barely a word, syllables clumped together.

He pulls off, though. Pecco’s cock falls limp on his stomach, spit-cool, sore. Pecco himself falls boneless on the bed.

“Hm?”

“Hurts,” Pecco says again, eloquently, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. His entire body is still shaking, those fine tremors he can’t seem to control.

Luca lets out this considering hum through his rough, scratchy voice, shoves his fingers into the hinge of his jaw with a frown to loosen it. If Pecco could make sense of numbers, or any-fucking-thing, he’d try checking the alarm clock on Luca’s bedside table. Figure out how long they’ve been at this, how much is Luca’s jaw hurting.

He can’t even get his head off the pillow. There’s this molasses-thick, unresponsive buzz in his limbs.

But he knows—at least three orgasms, Luca swallowing down his cock like a metronome, like he was testing the set-up on a tough weekend. It feels like ages ago, knocking on Luca’s door, Sepang dust in his mouth days after flying out, sleepless, angry and fucking done with advice, racing, everyone.

“Is it bad?” He asks, smooths down his hand over Pecco’s sweat-slick thigh.

Even that makes him ache, skin prickling wherever Luca touches, a few sizes too small. Once, when Pecco was young, he touched a live wire by accident. Stood there wobbling and clinging to it until Carola pushed him off. That comedown was a little easier, less bits of himself to wrangle back in place. He thinks he has sand scraping and itching along his joints, cotton in his head.

“Too much,” Pecco says. Words slip like soap in his mouth—no, no, no, no, it’s good, I promise, except it stopped being good ten minutes ago and also, can you please, Christ.

Luca raises his eyebrows. “But is it bad? Should I stop?”

Pecco could cry on him, lashes wet and heavy each time he blinks towards Luca’s nondescript, tasteful, pearl gray ceiling. He pants instead, into his shaking, sweaty palm, through a sound that echoes an awful lot like a sob.

“I won’t get hard again.”

Honestly, just thinking about it makes him tired. He’s probably a few years off setting a record, or something ambitious like that. Pecco wishes it didn’t leave him cold and jittery, though, shutting down Luca’s plans. It settles in his stomach leaden and frizzing, a champagne high gone wrong.

Luca taps against the seam between his thigh and hip. Pecco’s leg jolts.

“I really won’t,” he babbles out, in a rush, sorry, sorry, sorry, I want sticking to his teeth.

“You weren’t hard the last time either,” Luca cuts in.

Pecco was a little too busy dying to notice, two of Luca’s elegant, birdboned fingers shoved inside his ass, Luca’s nose pressed against the thatch of hair on his groin, the bed liquid under him. He can’t even summon embarrassment, though he thinks that maybe he should.

“I’ll let up if you really think you can’t,” Luca offers, very gently.

Luca’s gentleness doesn’t mean anything, never does. He’s bent low again, cheek resting on his stomach, staring straight at him. Unmoving, sure, but Pecco can feel his cock, hard and needy and wet when it bumps against his leg. Can feel—oversensitive and boiling—those small twitches of his hips.

Pecco nods once, tries to work his way through speaking—

Luca’s mouth is on him immediately. He’s trying to choke on something mostly soft, sloppy, drooling. Pecco howls, tries to curl into himself, away.

Pecco keeps—sobbing, yes. He keeps sobbing, fingers buried in Luca’s hair, pulling so hard he feels some strands stick to his hand. The word shatters into a kaleidoscope of too much, too soon, nerves firing in the wrong directions, his limbs spasming.

He might as well have been set up wrong, wires crossed somewhere low in his belly. Time trickles by, laced with this white-hot, pitiless pain. Pecco doesn’t get hard—he said he wouldn’t, he did. But Luca only tugs at his wrist until he gets to lace their fingers together, stops with his limp dick held inside his mouth. A question in his fine, arched eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Pecco whimpers, hears it through this cottony staleness plugging his ears.

And so Luca keeps going, mostly sucking, his tongue laving attention over his tip. He rubs himself against the hair on Pecco’s leg, and Pecco settles on it—tries to, at least. Lets the ache on his dick, on all of his nerves, ebb and flow like it does halfway through a long race. His thought scatter, scamper.

He’s half asleep, dead tired, raw around the edges. Distracted.

Luca gets mean. Of course he does.

It’s just—just a flash of teeth, scraping down his cock, Luca’s nails raking over his balls lightly. Pecco can’t even scream. Chokes on something wet and quiet, tears on his cheeks, and comes, barely a trickle. Doesn’t quite fall out of his body as much as he stops feeling it entirely, systems fried, vision whited out for a blissful second.

Luca pulls off, sucks in air hungrily—it breaks into a gutted noise that brands itself into his mind. “Fuck, Pecco,” he hisses.

He works his hand over his cock in those ugly, desperate twists, staring at Pecco slack-jawed, awed, vaguely hysterical, drenched in sweat.

It barely takes anything. One, two, three, four grinds against his own calloused, dry palm, deep and desperate like he’s fucking a cunt, and he spills all over Pecco’s stomach, over his spent, aching dick. The heat of his gaze prickles like a needle, makes him feel everything again. It hurts, hurts, hurts, so sweetly that he closes his eyes and lets it lull him to sleep.

[kwisatzworld]

Pecco Bagnaia & Luca Marini

Qatar GP - November 19, 2023

©️ MICHELIN, VR46 Racing Team

[formulapookie]

2+8 pecco/luca :)

2 (branding) + 8 (breeding)

Ok so actually it’s not even his fault, Luca simply looks divine tonight, dressed all smart and perfect and with his hair perfectly in place.

It’s totally normal that Pecco wants to ruin him and make him scream his name. Totally.

And what’s even more normal now that he thinks of it is wanting to leave marks everywhere, on his neck most of all, his neck and his chest for sure, because fuck he’s too hot and people apparently like to stare a bit too much.

That guy, Vale’s friend, especially, he hasn’t fucking taken his eyes off Luca for one second, and he’s been standing awfully close to him for a while now.

Luca is completely unaware of the flirting it would seem, and Pecco is sure of that because he spent something like one year constantly trying to hit on his boyfriend and they only got together because Pecco got the courage to kiss him at Luca’s birthday party, and the older had been so surprised he thought it was a joke, and Pecco almost hit his head against a wall, Luca kept saying “I never thought you were flirting, I thought you were just being nice”.

But that guy knows damn well what he’s doing, placing his hand on the small of Luca’s back, making jokes, laughing at every stupid thing Luca says, complimenting his outfit on top of that.

He’d want to drag Luca to one of the many rooms the Ranch offers, but he obviously can’t, it’s Vale’s 46th birthday party and they really can’t leave just to fuck, or ask Vale for a room, and they can’t simply go to some room, because they’ve all been locked to avoid exactly this. Plus Vale doesn’t have a clue the two of them are dating. 

Only Bez and Cele know, they may or may have not walked in on Pecco getting fucked against a wall a few months back, and since then he hasn’t fucking heard the end of it.

“Scared you’ll lose your boyfriend Franci?” “Shut up Bez I’m not scared” “Jealous then? That guy would eat Luca alive if he could” “i’m gonna punch you” “Nah you won’t you love me” “Go bother your boyfriend instead” “I would but he’s in the bathroom trying to calm down and stop his legs from shaking so much, it’s not like he can walk back in here looking clearly fresh fucked no?” “You are disgusting, there’s people here, it’s Vale’s party” “Yeah, that’s why it’s funnier”

Cele walks back in that moment, his hair a bit messy and the shirt wrinkled, but at least he’s not shaking, and Bez immediately goes to him and helps him sit at a table, whispering something in his ear.

Pecco feels a hand on his shoulder and he immediately knows it’s Luca, who’s holding a flute of prosecco in hand, looking at the people rather than him directly.

“Want to know what I stole from Uccio?” “Cocaine?” “Oh come on you know I’d never try that shit, no no, something more…useful for us” “Tell me” “The keys to my room”

Pecco goes still, looking around to make sure no one heard him, and once he makes sure of that he lets out a breath, fidgeting with the bracelet Luca gifted him on his birthday.

“So you want to…like, go?” “Well of course Pecchino, you think I planned to stay here all night acting put together at my brother’s party and not touch you?” “Kinda?” “Mh you clearly still don’t know me too well then”

Pecco is about to reply, but Luca grabs him by the wrist and starts walking out the party area, avoiding anyone who might look at them suspiciously. Luckily for them the majority of the guests are already wasted or drunk, so no one notices them fleeing.

They aren’t even yet to Luca’s room that Pecco  decides he has waited long enough, so he pulls Luca towards him and starts making out with him, the very obvious bulge in Luca’s pants a clear indicator they gotta go to the room right now.

Pecco lets go of his boyfriend and follows him to his room, which gets unlocked in the span of three seconds, and once they’re in it’s locked just as quickly.

“Come here” 

Luca follows Pecco’s words and walks up to him, taking his face in his hands and letting the younger cup his ass and pressing their clothed cocks together. Luca moans a bit at the action and it makes Pecco smile, especially since Luca lets go of his face to unbutton his shirt, quickly undoing all the buttons and taking it off, letting Pecco do the same with his.

They resume making out, Luca’s hands working Pecco’s fly open, palming his dick through the boxers, making him moan in the kiss as his jeans are shoved to the ground and Luca gets his hands on his pecs.

“Get on the bed” “Oh you’re demanding today Pecchino?” “Either you get on the bed and get naked or I’m leaving you like this”

Luca bites at his lip before walking over to his bed and sitting there, slowly undressing, just to get Pecco riled up more than he already is. 

“You want a blowie?” “I want to fuck you” “Straight to the point ok” “Open your legs and pass me the lube” “No need for it” “Of course you need it” “Come check yourself”

And Pecco nearly almost certainly dies when Luca spreads his legs, because of all the stupid unhinged sexy things he could’ve done Luca chose to walk around all night with a plug.

Pecco stares for a full two seconds before getting on the bed as well, pressing Luca’s body against the mattress and smashing their lips together, rolling his hips against his boyfriend’s.

He grabs both his thighs and clenches his hands around them, feeling the strong muscle of them under his palms.

“You’re” Pecco stops to leave a hickey on Luca’s neck, he hasn’t forgotten how that man was looking at him before, and he’s not gonna just stand there and let that be, he wants to make sure it’s clear that Luca is taken “really something else you know? First time I topped you were all shy and quiet and now you just walk around like this”

Pecco doesn’t waste a second of his time and he immediately tugs down his boxers and takes out the plug, tossing it on the bed and flipping Luca so he’s on his hands and knees, stroking his dick a few times before entering him with one fast and precise thrust, which hits Luca’s prostate, making him arch his back and moan, Pecco immediately covers Luca’s mouth with his hand, because he really wouldn’t like being caught at Vale’s party of all places. He’s completely covering Luca right now, and it makes the other feel incredibly good, like he’s somehow owned by Pecco.

Luca keeps moaning against Pecco’s palm at each thrusts, every single one of them aiming his prostate and never missing, basically heaven on Earth, and that’s when Pecco starts kissing his neck, then switching to biting and sucking on the spots he’s kissed, drawing a sort of necklace there, always keeping his hand pressed against Luca’s mouth to keep him quiet, deepening his thrusts and picking up his pace, until the only sound that can be heard in the roos is that of his hips slapping against Luca’s ass.

His other hand is keeping Luca’s hip up, and he’s sure he’s leaving marks there too, which is even better than hickeys on the back of his neck. Luca’s ass in fucking red now and nothing is there to stop Pecco from letting go of his hip to smack it a few times, making Luca’s whole body tense up and shiver.

“You liked that right? You want more?”

Luca mumbles something against Pecco’s palm and he stops muffling his words, slowing down his thrusts and moving his hand, having him repeat what he just said.

“Yes yes please again”

Pecco smiles and picks up his pace again, this time Luca shuts himself up by burying his face in the pillow, moans getting suffocated by that as his legs keep shaking like crazy and Pecco gets faster, he’s sure the sound of it can be heard outside the room as well.

Both his hands are on Luca’s ass, squeezing it and leaving multiple marks, then spanking him another few times, making Luca’s body jolt with pleasure.

“You’re perfect Luca I swear, everytime I fuck you it’s amazing I never want it to end”

Luca gets tight around him and Pecco is glad because despite wanting to fuck him forever he’s human and he’s much too close now. And the more he looks at Luca’s red ass marked with his handprints the more he wants this man to be his forever.

He bends over his body, biting at Luca’s ear and whispering right into it.

“If you were a girl fuck I’d get you pregnant to make sure everyone knows you’re mine, I swear I’d do it, I wanna get you pregnant so people don’t dare to touch you”

Luca’s louder moan is muffled by the pillow but it’s clear he likes what Pecco just said, and Pecco couldn’t ask for a better reaction. The younger gets one of his hands around his boyfriend’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts, fucking in even deeper than before, hitting his prostate repeatedly and biting down on his collarbone, leaving teeth marks there.

Fuck he wants to mark him all over, cover every centimetre of his skin with his hickeys, brand Luca as his, only his.

“Luca I’m close”

Luca doesn’t answer, too busy moaning out loud and reaching his orgasm, clenching more around Pecco’s dick and his whole body shivering as he lifts his head from the pillow, turning around and calling for Pecco to kiss him.

Pecco obliges and as soon as their lips touch it’s over for him, he’s filling Luca up, moving one hand so he can close it around his throat, forcing Luca to stay in the kiss even more, the other hand still jerking him off to make sure he’s gotten out every single drop he had in him.

When he lets go of Luca’s neck he slides out, the older feels a bit weak, his legs still shaking from his orgasm and his brain trying to get back together.

He doesn’t have the time to calm down tho because Pecco turns him around and starts kissing him again, stroking his thighs and then suddenly phishing the plug back inside him, caging his release there.

“Keep it for me, yeah? I might not get you pregnant but I can fill you up and you’re gonna walk around like this so you remember you’re mine”

Before Luca can get his answer out Pecco starts branding him again, leaving hickeys on his neck and chest, biting at his nipples, and even going as far as drawing a “P” with hickeys on Luca’s left pec, on his heart, while leaving many other even a bit further down, on Luca’s belly and hips.

By the time Pecco is done Luca is completely painted, various degrees of purple, blue and red scattered all over his body, and Pecco couldn’t look more proud of his work.

“Let’s go back, your brother will be wondering where we are” “Stay with me for the rest of the party please?” “Sure baby sure” “So they know you did these”

Pecco smirks and kisses his lips, helping Luca to dress up back again and trying to look at least presentable.

“Vale is gonna kill you, you know that right?” “I’d die happy knowing you’re like this because of me”

Luca blushes when Pecco indicates his branded neck when saying “this”.

As they get back in the party room Bez sees them and winks at Luca, who blushes, then gives Pecco a thumbs up, all while holding Cele in his lap, who simply makes a face at the two coming back looking like that.

[uwabbittuwabbit]

pecco/luca, idk word count, inspired by this gifset :)

sometimes, pecco thinks, luca looks especially like vale when he's like this; in private. the long loose line of his body, so unlike the rigid posture he takes to wearing during race weeks, the leathers and public obligation binding him into a certain shape, the racing line. but here is like the dirt track of the ranch, where there's no defined racing line per se--everything governed by the handling of your bike, how it slips and how you slide. maybe it's unfair to hold this, too, in comparison with his brother who ever outshines him. pecco looks at luca a bit longer, at the bottle in his hand, his hair still inexplicably slicked back, at the path of his spine. he wants to spend the afternoon just running his hand up and down the paradoxical furrow that it traces down luca's back, smooth his fingers across it as some facsimile of a synaptic impulse. a simple one, just back and forth, none of the confused routing that the neural signals take in his brain that make him feel all sorts of things about the man in front of him. for things to be simpler; it is pecco's most fervent wish. luca is wearing a pair of pants that look as if they would slide right off him, made of some shiny, slippery looking material pecco couldn't name. he doesn't know much really, most of the time. but what he knows is this: hooking his hand into the waistband of the pants to pull luca closer, palming at his buttock to kiss the other with luca tumbling into his lap with a laugh, rarely given. luca turning to him with the laugh not yet completely gone from his face, bottle still in hand, turning to him to kiss him. him. luca in his arms, his legs thrown over one of pecco's while he wraps his arms further around the other man, his bare feet nudging pecco's socked ones, the luxurious texture of his pants rubbing against the coarse grain of pecco's jeans. in all honesty, pecco does not feel worthy of luca. he was supposed to be the one who inherited an empire, but instead it was pecco, pecco with his scribble of curls, his shyness that did not lend itself to the cool elegance that luca exudes, only awkwardness. pecco with his two championships. pecco that was francesco because he could not say his own name, and it stuck. he does not know what others see when they look at him. he does not know many things in life. but what he knows is this: luca is inexplicably, his. and it is the simplest thing in the world.

[moonshynecybin]

pecco is like. a rose gardener. person who you hire to maintain your fancy green house full of rare trees. but also happy to just go weed the flower bed etc. i am picking a pecco luca situation obviously... some sort of atonement but happy vibes lmao. u get it??

LOVE this love pecco tending his roses love the idea of him applying his studious little approach to acing projects to the capricious whims of gardening and or yardwork… pecco strikes me as a learner a doer someone who likes to really THINK something through and WORK at things and then see the fruits of his labor pay off. as i’ve said project oriented imo. and a lot of gardening is thinking about the garden planning the garden researching the plants for the garden and then achieving those ends via physical labor. and idk i think he would enjoy it ! that seems like his vibe ! he’s gardening on that ducati.

like pecco on a gardening forum researching optimal moisture levels and planting times for all his little plants mixed in with the physical catharsis of weeding !! pecco getting compliments on the roses he spent hours pruning ! lil pinch on the cheek from an old lady when he says he grew them himself. pecco also. crucially. staring down the cabbage patch that’s been raided by worms like it is something he failed at personally. pecco tossing and turning at night because the roses have DISEASE and there’s not a lot he can do about it !!! pecco trying to teach bezz to propagate. pecco walkin around with his big ass yard tools exerting some control issues. he’s thriving

in terms of the LUCA of it all i think pecco is very self critical AND has a liddle bit of a hard time verbalizing his feelings so at the beginning of their relationship one of the things he like to do is (not TOO vulnerable but undeniably a GESTURE) give luca a bouquet of flower cuttings from his garden… that would be very cute 2 me… remembering that he couldnt even call domi by her NAME for a bit so he’s got some issues there dhhhdkgkg

and thennnn when they’re old and grey it’s luca lounging around in immaculately maintained old person gay man clothes reading a magazine in the garden in the sun while pecco is harrumphing about the seedlings getting snatched by rabbitsssss

[topnotchquark]

I'm just having some thoughts about Pecco/Luca in the wonderful Royalty au by @baking-soda and @xoxogossipzoe which has completely held my mind hostage. The drama, the stakes, the characters!

In my head this one is mediaeval era because my thoughts revolve around Pecco's poisoning and the aftermath:

Luca walking out on to the balcony in the balmy summer heat, wanting to confront Pecco. How Pecco had finally snapped for a moment after months of burying his worry under the surface. How Luca knew that this moment was coming and he was almost hoping for some sort of catharsis because he was sick of Pecco slowly turning into a ghost of himself. The moment Luca realised something was wrong, Pecco's eyes rolling back into his head. Watching Pecco's body crumple when he always took a great effort to make himself look graceful and still. Luca remembers how Pecco slumped forward into his arm. He remembers the blinding moment of sheer panic as he called for help and was breathing in the smell of citrus trees in the air along with the perfume of Pecco's soft hair. The castle and everything else completely torn asunder. Coronation ceremony suddenly on halt. Immediate preparation for war. Vale sent Cele away to a trusted friend, Bezz not made aware of where Cele was or when he would be back, which drove him mad. Luca would spend most of the day in Vale's chambers.

All of Vale's advisors bringing him information that could point to the mysterious enemy. The prevailing belief was of course, an older enemy, a Catalan family. Luca carefully watching the lines on Vale's face deepen as he was confronted with more fringe proof of the Marquez family's preparation for eventual war. Inconsequential things such as an uptick in winter clothing manufacturing or change in ration of grains in their storehouses being twisted into insubstantial claims of a grave transgression against Pecco's life. The rest of the day Luca would devote to his work at the ministry of finance. At night however, he could only be found at one place. Inside Pecco's chambers. Vale had unsuccessfully tried to send Luca away with Cele. Luca didn't say a word but the grave look on his face had been enough of an answer for vale. If amongst the chaos of the day there was a single moment of peace Luca would make his way to Pecco. Whatever little sleep he managed would be had sitting next to Pecco's bed, holding his pale hand. The healers had done what they could, draining some blood, trying to use the antidotes and herbs they knew of. The efforts were what was keeping Pecco alive, although in a vegetative state.

Luca helps the healers in taking care of Pecco. One of these days, gently wiping him and changing him, Luca notices a blue bruise on Pecco's throat. He also notices the moles and marks and scars. Trying to commit all these to memory and at once feeling nauseous that Pecco is already becoming a distant memory to him.

The next day, as he's sitting next to Vale listening to some advisor drone for the umpteenth time on the best probable date to go to war Luca decides he's had enough. He tells only Vale that he will try to look for an antidote because that's the only viable solution he can see to his own grief, to hell with the war and to hell with his duties. Vale doesn't stop him, he embraces him and tells him plainly that he scared for him and to understand what he feels like as his older brother. Luca promises to come back at any cost and leaves in the night.

He's finally able to think clearly away from all that din and decides to travel to every renowned healer to find the name of the poison. Luca is battered and tired after some days of nearly non stop traveling, trying to figure out the name of this elusive drug when he decides to stop near a river. He notices and small group of traveling men. Luca watches as they take a dip in the cool clear water. He almost misses the fact that two of the travelers bear the same blue-ish bruise as Pecco on their throats but he quickly snaps himself into action. Gently blending into the men, hedging his bets carefully, asking them questions as a fellow traveller. Carefully enquiring after the strange bruise. One of the older travelers tell Pecco that they collectively take a special drug brewed from the mucin of a particular snail found for a very brief time in a village a little way from here. That the drug was potent and could be fatal if an overdose were to happen. And that the bruises on the throats were the result of near brushes with death using the drug. Luca immediately goes looking for the village and the antidote. On the way the only thing he can think of is how it's a rather clever way to kill someone with an drug that people take for recreation.

None of the healers could recognise Pecco hadn't exactly consumed a poison and hence didn't respond to a standard antidote. He thinks of the fact that this has to be done by someone who was intimately aware of the region, someone who knew to time the coronation with the brewing of the drug to cause maximum chaos in the kingdom. How disturbing the public morale was a part of the plan. Luca knows exactly who's collecting the taxes in the region thanks to him spending time at the ministry. Knows who's likely responsible for this and that it is the same person currently telling Vale to double down on war efforts.

Anyway, Luca is able to secure the antidote. Makes his way back to the castle and immediately goes to Vale's chambers to find him talking to the last person Luca wants to see. It makes Luca's blood boil to see uccio planning out some proxy war where the entire aim is to destroy Vale and take charge himself but he has to be cautious that Uccio doesn't read his face. Luca solemnly embraces Vale and lies in front of both of them that he's failed in his efforts and that it likely means they will have to bury Pecco. Luca forces himself to cry in front of Vale that he can't just do it and can they make one final visit to Rome and pray and hope for a miracle and while pretend crying Luca is really just having a cathartic little cry because God it feels terrible to have someone you love be taken from you and he isn't even fully sure the antidote will work.

Of course Uccio immediately is like, we will make that visit and let's leave tomorrow so that we can be back soon. Luca hands the antidote to Bezz and tells him to have it administered right after they leave and make sure Pecco's recovery is kept a secret.

While on the trip to Rome Luca has the real challenge of actually convincing Vale that something is gravely wrong and he can't trust his advisor anymore and that he has to plan accordingly and not make war arrangements but go after Uccio's supporters that are fully trying to usurp Vale by forcing this war from which no victor can really emerge.

To be continued in some way I suppose but that's all I have rn :(

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[anitalianfrie]

San Lorenzo ||| pecco/luca, 680 words

Pecco remembers well that night. They are fifteen or sixteen - no, they're fifteen, because when they were sixteen they went out clubbing. They're fifteen, and it's Luca's birthday. Everybody has already left- Luca's garden full of abandoned chairs and scraps of wrap papers that they used as ammunition to throw at each other.

It's late, but not that late. It must be around ten, half past ten at maximum, and they are sitting on the side of a hill, on the grass, a few meters from the road, where they left Luca's scooter.

When Pecco arrived in the morning, a heavy backpack on his shoulders and his dad's hand pressing against his upper spine, the scooter was the first thing Luca showed him. It has a hole in the silencer and it gets up to 130 kilometers per hour. Him and Vale worked on it together for a couple of days, while he was home from the races.

Pecco isn't sure where they are. Luca took turn after turn, the engine roaring under them, avoiding the holes in the asphalt and opening the throttle every time the road got straight for more than twenty meters. Pecco still remebers how he didn't know where to place his hands to hold on, and on how he settled to grab the metal side bars that kept slipping under his sweaty hands.

It's hot. Not as hot as it get back at home, in Turin, where the air gets unbreathable and sticky in his lungs, where sometimes he has to lie on the bed only in his underwear to catch a breath. But it's still hot, and sweat runs down his arms. Pecco wonders if his deodorant will hold.

They're sitting there, and the grass is green and soft, even if it shouldn't be in the torrid hotness of August, no rain to be seen. Maybe he doesn't remember it right, with all the times he went back to this memory, wore it down and stretched it thin. Maybe he does.

There's barely any light, and Pecco sinks his hand in the dirt, hot and burnt by the sun. Luca's hand is near his, the skin dark and tanned, the fingers long.

They're supposed to be there to see shooting stars.

Pecco looks to his right, out of the corner of his eye, without turning his head, and Luca's nose is tilted up to the sky. He looks lost in it. Pecco can feel his heart beating in his throat. He doesn't know why.

The only thing he can hear is the sound of crickets. It feels like they are alone in the world, the scarce and few lights of the houses lighting up the horizon, far away.

"Do you think there's something up there?" asks Luca, breaking the silence.

Pecco shughs. "I don't know", he says, Luca making a small noise in agreement, or pondering maybe, as a reply.

The silence returns, and with it the sound of crickets. Pecco's skin feels sticky with sweat and the autan that Luca's mother forced them to spray on themselves before letting them go out.

Pecco scratches the dirt under his hand with the bitten nail of his index.

"Look!" exclaims Luca, breaking the silence once again, one hand up in the air pointing to the sky, to the stars.

Two small twinkles of light are running in the sky, one following the other.

"Come on, make a wish! What do you want?"

What does he want?

He wants to be a champion.

He wants to win and feel the champagne running down his face on the podium, like Valentino did.

Pecco looks dow again, to his hand in between the blades of grass, near Luca's, at the contrast between their skin. Their fingers are so close they are almost touching. It would take only one, single, small move, and they would be.

He wants-

When they get back, Pecco drives, even if he doesn't have a license. Luca circles Pecco's waist with his arms to hold on.

Pecco still remembers the pressure of Luca's knees against the back of his own's.

(in Italy the night of tenth of August, or "la notte di San Lorenzo" is traditionally the night where it's easier to see shooting stars. The stars were believed to be the tears of the saint, or the embers of the pire on which he was burned alive)

[bezzplaining]

source: delusion

[kwisatzworld]

my boys back together🫶

[formulapookie]

luca sir-

maybe calm down your hormones will you?

[nooripoori]

hehe luca/pecco 11😁

not sure i understood the assignment but here’s my best shot.

pecco/luca

~in secrecy

word count : 859

They don’t get much time together nowadays and with luca no longer being a ducati rider, their time together has been scarce. Pecco can count on one hand how many times he and luca have had more that 5 minutes of peace, it’s always that one of them has a schedule and vice versa. Also with their garage’s being on two ends of the paddock they can’t even visit eachother between meetings for a minute or two. Which is why pecco has a plan, he knows luca’s meeting ends in 10 minutes and then he is gonna go straight to his trailer to change into casual clothes for the team dinner he has in a while. So, pecco is going to fake feeling unwell to get out of his meeting, he was p1 in both practices they can cut him some slack, and go to luca’s trailer(and ofcourse he already has a key).

It’s been 12 minutes since pecco has been waiting in luca’s trailer and exactly 2 minutes since luca’s meeting should have ended so he knows luca is gonna be here any second now. And just like that he hears the door opening and then the click of the door closing, standing up from the bed pecco goes to see luca who has his back turned to him and is taking off his shoes, quickly but stealthy pecco goes and back hugs him. He can feel as luca flinches but quickly relaxes and turns around.

“What are you doing here?”, luca asks with a smile adorning his face.

“What can’t a person visit his boyfriend anymore?”, pecco teases.

”Stop teasing”, luca’s face turns red, he always gets shy when pecco calls him his boyfriend.

Pecco cups luca’s face and raises it to meet his eyes, despite luca being the taller of the two he always had the ability to make himself seem smaller around pecco, they don’t know how long they stand there just staring into each other’s eyes and taking the other one in. It truly has been too long, but ofcourse the peace cant last too long because pecco’s phone starts ringing. Letting out a groan pecco takes out his phone,”it’s my sister”, pecco says looking at luca to see if he can attend the call, with a nod from luca he attends it.

Luca’s not even paying attention as to what pecco is talking about with his sister on the phone except that it is getting long and he’s getting bored just standing here, so like any mature person luca hides his face in pecco’s neck and starts leaving small feather light kisses there. He stops when he feels pecco gasp but when he doesn’t make a move to stop him luca just continues kissing from the bottom of his neck to his ear. Gently takes pecco’s earlobe in his mouth and grazes it between his teeth, can feel pecco’s breath stuttering and feels pecco’s free hand hold his waist to steady himself. Continues his ministrations for awhile and is just lost in the feeling of pecco’s body near him that he doesn’t even hear pecco end the call until a hand comes up to cup his cheek from where he was sucking a love bite near pecco’s collarbone.

“Are you done?”, pecco’s says trying to act like he wasn’t affected but was a bit breathless.

“Hmm. i don’t know”, luca says going back to kissing along pecco’s collarbone.

Just then pecco takes luca’s face and kisses him and luca can feel himself sigh into the kiss, it has been too long. They continue for awhile when someone knocks on the door of luca’s trailer making them break apart.

“Luca are you ready? The team is ready to leave for the dinner.”, luca hears his trainer say.

Clearing his throat luca says,”Yeah just give me five minutes.”

Hearing a ok from his trainer luca leads pecco to his room,”looks like i gotta go”, luca says looking downcast.

“Hey we’ll meet again tomorrow i promise,” pecco says leaving a kiss on luca’s temple.

Slowly untangling himself pecco’s arms luca scurries around to change his clothes.

Standing infront of the door he can hear his trainer pacing outside the door, luca turns around and gives pecco one last hug and just as he turns around to leave the trailer pecco turns him back around and pull him down into a kiss. It’s slow and calm unlike the urgency luca was feeling a few minutes ago. Kissing pecco has always been like that for luca, it’s like the whole world vanishes away and it’s just the two of them in the secrecy of their own world, and no one can do or say anything to them.

But at the end of the day they both have busy lives and luca can hear his trainers footsteps slowing meaning he’s getting impatient, luca for the second time that day slowly untangles himself from pecco’s arms and with the promise that they will meet again tomorrow no matter what he turns around and leaves.

Pecco stands in the lobby(?) of luca’s trailer and sighs he’s gonna have to wait for the paddock to clear a bit for him to quietly leave without getting asked questions. He turns around, goes to luca’s bed and falls face first into it, today has been a great but exhausting day.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

[uwabbittuwabbit]

can we be casual now? pecco/luca this goes out to all my girlies with stress acne in these trying times </3 anyways i wrote this instead of studying for finals <3 pls enjoy!

Luca pulls his helmet off, scrubbing at the film of sweat on his face with the palm of his gloved hand, and tries not to let the fatigue settle back in too deeply to his bones. It had all blown off of him on track; the speed tearing it all away from him until nothing was there but for the weight of the bike underneath him, how it moved, he couldn't even feel the weight of the helmet on his head, how that and his gloves and boots boxed him in. Luca never had a problem with it before. He was used to working within limits, that had been his whole life--that the limits were the issue half of the time, and as for the rest it could be solved in terms of those declinations. Now though, everything was wrong. nothing could truly describe the sheer, staggering scope of malfeasance inherent to the Honda bike; Luca had seen Marquez and Joan wrangle the machine around track like it was a wild animal, yes, and lose, horrifyingly, but to ride it was an altogether different thing. Being slow in the straights was the least of its problems. What was really fucking Luca over was the fact that it never reacted in the same way as he shifted his weight to lean into a corner, the metronome of his person falling into an irregular tempo; arrhythmia. now when he went racing whatever overwhelmed him felt too big for his leathers and helmet to contain, it was as if he would explode outwards from the sheer feeling of it all. Everything about him hurt now. His whole body ached as it never had before on the Ducati, from trying to squeeze himself onto a bike that was too small for him. There was also the sharper pain from being thrown off the bike, and the blunter one that came from the refusal. Why can't you be nice to yourself, Luca wants to tell the bike once he's back in the garage, eyes still stinging with the suddenness of being thrown, the wheeling strobe of the sun. Watching as the mangled body of his machine is pushed back and propped up yet again, a macabre taxidermy, Frankenstein's monster from being patched up and revived so many times. It's--everything's a little bit too much right now. He does want to understand, which is why he went to Honda in the first place, but now here he is on the dirt track of the ranch, trying to figure out how to stop the situation from sliding out under him so quickly.

Luca sighs. He's breaking out into pimples again, something he thought should've stopped when he stepped into adulthood. Growing pains. There's nothing to be done about anymore so he strikes the kickstand back, is about to maneuver the bike in the direction of the garages when someone wheels up next to him. Luca turns and is surprised to see Pecco, the banner-red of his bike a figurehead. "I heard you were on track all day", he says, flipping up his goggles, and Luca does the same in greeting. "Yeah", Luca replies, "I was just about to go back". He shrugs a shoulder in the direction of the main complex. Nobody else is there. It's just him and Pecco, marauded in this river of dirt with the sun spilling the last of its brilliance across the valley. Everything is stained champagne bright, the light catching in Pecco's eyelashes the same way as it had, what seemed like eons ago. The memory hits like a migraine. Suddenly, appallingly, Pecco had become another one of Luca's bruises, one that was always tender because he poked at it constantly. It wasn't possible, to have what he wanted. They were both on their separate ways as factory riders: Pecco with defending his title, and Luca maybe hoping to be good enough for one point in the championship. There was no going back to what it was before, those days where Pecco and he could be casual; they had both been Ducati riders, they were all of friends. But it was different now. He had missed his chance, right here at the ranch where they had self seriously swapped critiques on each other's riding form; a slap of the shoulder, when one of them fell too deep into their own thought, laughter as a form of catch and receive. Pecco could no longer understand him like that anymore because Luca didn't understand himself now, and it was so strange and confusing, to have no one else as your guide. "How about a few more rounds?" Pecco asks. He's still there, one foot planted on the ground, the red of his bike still raw, gleaming. "Of course," he backtracks, "if you're up for it". Even after two world championships he's still, absurdly, bad at asking for things, and Luca feels this crazy exuberance well up inside his body. It's almost silly, really, how he would do anything for him. "Well", he says, turning the bike back towards the track: "if you say so champ". At that Pecco laughs, embarrassed. "You of all people should know not to call me that, cheap bastard", he replies. "Now you'll have to beat me, to keep my ego in check". "Try me", Luca returns, wiggling a bit closer to Pecco to shoulder check him. "I've been here all day, I have all the tricks". "You'll have to catch me first", Pecco says, then, he takes off in a cloud of dust, a blaze of red into the sunset. Luca curses; he hadn't even noticed Pecco flipping his goggles down. Pushing off he feels the bike wobble underneath him as he enters the track in pursuit, the wheels righting once he's exited the corner. This then, is familiar. So fine. If Pecco couldn't tell him how to ride anymore Luca could still be that for him, even as he lost more and more of himself to his goddamned dream. He'll stay, even when he had left all else behind. He'll stay.

[pintowski]

Your birthday = Your MotoGP rider

[topnotchquark]

hi! I'd love to read more about your boarding school AU! only if you have something in mind of course.

safe travel! <3

Love you anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hadn't written anything for a while, but here's a fic I just wrote in my notes app for you. It's Bezz/cele mostly. Kiss kiss hope you enjoy even though it's whatever! 💗💗

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Pecco shows up a little late at dinnertime and delivers the news as he pulls a chair next to Franky.

"Apparently it's picture day tomorrow for the team, around 11." Pecco announces as he pours himself a glass of water.

"Why are they rushing it?" Bezz asks from where he's sitting next to Cele.

"They want to get it done before the principal travels for his guest lectures and we leave for the regionals" Luca responds on Pecco's behalf who nods in his direction.

"What are we expected to wear?" Franky inquires.

"The whole shebang. Suit and tie and winter trousers." Pecco's response immediately makes Franky and Bezz groan in protest.

"I don't even have a pressed shirt." Luca remarks.

"You can borrow one of mine." Pecco tells him.

---

After dinner Bezz accompanies Cele to the infirmary to get his bandages changed. Cele had cut his palm open in a lab mishap. The nurses had stitched it up fine, but recovery was chugging along. Bezz has been helping him since then, always coming to see him after classes, and sitting next to him during meals to ensure he ate.

On the walk back to the residences, Cele quickly makes a mental checklist of whether he has his full uniform ready for tomorrow.

"Why are you so quiet?" Bezz asks him as they cut through the lawns in the dark.

"Thinking about where my clothes are."

"I'll help you find them."

"No that's fine Marco. I'm just worried about washing my hair."

"Because of your hand?" Bezz asks.

"Yes. Bathing is already difficult"

"I could.... I could help." Bezz speaks after a moment, an edge to his voice.

"Okay, thank you." Cele nods in response to Bezz's offer.

---

Bezz and Cele are the only two people in the the dorm bathrooms at this hour. The halogen lights makes a buzzing noise as they stand there confused.

"Right, umm, how do we do this." Bezz asks to no one in particular.

"The sinks seem fine. I'll bend over." Cele responds, not quite sure of himself.

"Alright yeah. Wait." Bezz says as he wraps a small plastic bag around Cele's bandaged hand to keep it dry.

Cele lets Bezz securely tie the bag around his wrist and bends himself so his neck and face hand into the sink.

Bezz accidentally turns the tap on full speed, soaking the collar and back of Cele's t shirt.

"Fuck shit" he remarks as he quickly shuts off the water.

"Cele I think it would be better if you took your t shirt off." Bezz tells him.

Cele stands up straight and struggles to get his wet tshirt off with one hand. Bezz immediately closes the gap between them and grabs the bottom of his tshirt and gently tugs it upwards. He looks at the broad expanse of his pale body, the veins under his skin looking blue under the harsh lights. Bezz gulps as he frees Cele's head from the collar of the fabric, taking extra care to gently loop it out of his injured hand. Cele's familiar body looked alien to him at this odd hour in these odd circumstances.

Cele bends over once again and sticks his neck into the sink. Bezz manoeuvres the tap better this time. Cele feels warm water on the nape of his neck. It flows down his scalp in little rivulets that makes him feel like he's getting goosebumps. Bezz gently eases his fingers into his hair. The dull ends of his fingers on the skin behind his ears. Cele can't describe the feeling. It feels pleasantly relaxing, but also like being on a rollercoaster when it's dropping down. Bezz squeezes some shampoo into his hair and quickly massages it into a lather. Bezz's fingers snag on his tangled curls as he cleans him. The pinching, sharp sensation on his scalp feels like it's running down Cele's shoulder and making his stomach feel like it's in freefall. Bezz rinses him and takes the care to clean the foam around his ears. Afterwards, he uses a towel to gently dry him off and drops him off to his dorms.

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Cele runs to the lawns to make it in time for the picture. Pecco and Luca are there, waiting for another group to get done before they assemble. Luca looks at Cele and tells him to fix his collar, Pecco smiles and reaches over to fix it for him. When they finally line up, Bezz comes over to stand next to Cele, and ruffles his curls before the picture is taken.