#yamaha exhaustion

[whereweseefaces]

Some more device-faces that I fished out from various sales listings.

Check the Rowing machine, standing as a mouth-gate to the way of physical health.. or even as an anti-motive to not stop rowing.

♂

[miodiodavinci]

you know its probably not a good idea to make a post in the middle of the night but

[boanerges20]

Yamaha YZF-R1. Toce Exhaust.

[otrstore]

51 MM Inlet Stainless Steel Universal Slip-On Without DB Killer for Loud Exhaust note Short Size - Multi-Color 51 MM Inlet Stainless Steel Universal Slip-On Without DB Killer for Loud Exhaust note Short Size. Made from High Quality Rust-Free Stainless with detailed attention to quality and finishing. Comes with Laser Brand Logo/ Sticker. Cost effective Replica Replacement. Can be Installed on any motor vehicle with exhaust pipe size between 38MM to 51MM (1.5 to 2 inches). Comes with all required fitment. Bike Specific Slip-On/ Mid-pipe/ Header to be purchased seperately. Please don not expect Hayabusa like sound on single cylinder Indian bikes by changing to this muffler. Can be fitted on Yamaha R15, TVS Apache RTR, Honda CBR, Unicorn, Hornett, Bajaj Pulsar, Dominar, Unicorn, Suzuki Gixxer, Hero Karizma, Hunk, Xtreme, Kawasaki Ninja, ZX6r, ZX10R, ZX14R, Honda CBR600, CBR1000, Yamaha R3, R1, R6, MT, FZ, Suzuki GSX600, GSX750, GSX1000, BENElli TNT300 TNT 600i, 302, TRK, GT600, KTM Duke, RC, BMW G310, Triumph daytona, Street Triple, Ducati Monster, Diavel Panigale, etc

[ridingsportsusa]

Unleash the Roar- Ixil Exhaust – Elevating Yamaha Motorcycles Power in U...

[cre8inghavoc]

Can't help it...

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

a/n: i should be studying but here i am thinking abt motorcycle Toge... also i hate how some ppl see him as a small and weak (physically?!) bitch boy like erm tf no!? he is far from that and he's sooooo fineee.

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

For years now, you and Inumaki have been very close friends, it started from the moment you transferred to a new college.

3 Years Ago...

He was always the quiet type, the one who preferred hanging at the back of the class, alone, away from others.

As you stepped into the classroom for the first time, you greeted your classmates with a friendly nod. When the teacher welcomed you and offered a choice of seats, you made your way to the back of the room, deliberately keeping a distance from the other person who is also sitting there. Though there were plenty of spots up front, you preferred the quiet and privacy that the back provided, especially since you were new and not keen on drawing attention to yourself. It just felt right to have your own space in the back of the class.

It soon became a familiar routine: every morning, you'd enter the classroom and gravitate towards the back, taking your seat next to Inumaki. At first, he appeared slightly irritated by the intrusion, but as weeks passed, that annoyance seemed to fade away. Perhaps he realized it wasn't entirely within his control, or maybe he simply grew accustomed to your presence. Either way, it didn't seem to bother him much anymore, and frankly, you didn't dwell on it either.

Whenever you found yourself with spare time in class—be it after finishing assignments early or completing a test ahead of schedule—you'd often turn to doodling in your notebook. It was a soothing pastime, allowing your mind to wander while your hand sketched away. Initially, your doodles revolved around animals and random objects, but soon you found yourself drawn to sketching things you actually liked: cars and motorcycles.

You had a particular interest in sports cars, especially Japanese models like the GT-R, GR86, and 350/370Z. The sleek lines and powerful engines captivated your imagination, and you poured your passion into every detail of your drawings. From envisioning custom modifications to simply making them look jaw-droppingly cool.

Then, unexpectedly, motorcycles entered the picture, quite literally. One day, as you made your way to class, a Yamaha R3 parked outside the school caught your attention. Despite never having been particularly interested in bikes before, something about this one intrigued you. It sparked a newfound curiosity that led you to delve into research, eager to learn more.

Every day for the past week, that Yamaha R3 parked outside the school became your muse. You would walk into class, take your seat and before your class even begins, you'd take a moment to sketch the bike, capturing its sleek contours and intricate features. With each passing day, you discovered new details to incorporate into your drawing, whether it was the curve of the exhaust pipes or the pattern on the seat. It became a daily routine.

SMAU

GUYS I FR WASNT GONNA MAKE THIS AN SMAU BUT THIS FRIEND GROUP IS ALWAYS TALKING TO EACH OTHER SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN

also this is like 50% written and 50% smau (im gonna try to make the next few chapters AFTER chapter 5 more smau)

[peacheeeliz]

FUNERAL PYRE

profiles ⤏ headbangers

Y/N L/N @ zmbiecut : 2002. an exhausted college student who lives, breathes, and eats coffee. when she's not spending her every waking moment drinking coffee, she's putting all her caffeine-induced energy into taking care of her baby: not ricky, but her 2020 yamaha yzf r6. with so much time going into her schoolwork, her bike, and her very energetic friends, she rarely has enough energy to delve into anything else.

⤷ @ stoneheart : y/n's private account. rants about the newest metal releases, agonizing roommate, and the strange baristas at the local coffee shop.

BEOMGYU CHOI @ hrtbeomi : 2001. a HUGE metalhead, introduced the rest of the group to all the good stuff. lead guitarist of a local punk band, ecstasy, that he started with his four other friends. he loves picking fights with y/n, but deep down inside, he cares about her deeply.

JAY PARK @ jjongsies : 2002. y/n's bestest friend since forever. the only reason she rides a bike today-helped her find the best one and everything-just so he could have a riding buddy. also plays the guitar, but it's more for himself than anything else.

JAKE SIM @ kkangajake : 2002. doesn't know how he fell into a crowd of metalheads, but he's not complaining. only used to listen to r&b and hiphop, but to humor his friends, started listening to metal. only now he's obsessed just like the rest of them.

HAEWON OH @ lovehaeng : 2003. an evanescence freakazoid, in love with amy lee. and y/n. as her only girlfriend, she's legally obligated to be in love with her. very chaotic energy, matches jay very well. they both tire y/n out.

RICKY SHEN @ luvlicky : 2004. loves himself some sleep token, a the summoning supremacist. like a little brother to y/n, she absolutely adores him and vice versa. her princess. an absolute menace and top instigator. beomgyu likes picking fights with y/n, ricky likes picking fights with everyone else.

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@potatos-on-clouds @riribelle @grassbutneo @sh0dor1

[sukunasxsub]

BikerSukuna! X Reader

Part 1

The sound of a high pitch exhaust shifting gears, catches the attention of yourself. You look up from the book you’re currently reading and around the surrounding area of the park you lie at, under the shaded tree.

the love for motorcycles you have, makes you perk at the sound of the person shifting their gears repeatedly making the exhaust higher, sounding like the bike could be reaching top speed. ‘Man, the person must be really feeling something, unless they’re late, haha’ you think to yourself and returning to your book.

After a couple hours went by, you notice it getting dark and the sun was setting but you can sill see the light that aluminates the reflection of a pair of fenders reflecting the sun towards my eyes. The rev of the 1000cc engine softening to a slow stop, just a couple hundred feet away from you, and you look and stare at this cherry red Yamaha R1 sports bike, eyeing the man controlling the beast of an engine. If you arn’t careful, you might look stupid and drool all over yourself.

you watch as the man slides his helmet off, revealing his true form. Black lines outlining his jaw line and cheeks, forehead tattoos and realizing his rolled up sleeves of his button up tight shirt shows his arm tattoos. You gasp at how utterly heavenly he looks, very sinful of anyone to look deviously sexy, especially on a sports bike. He looks up from under his eyelids, with furrowed brows as if to notice you gasp and stare at him. He looks up at you with an intense stare as if he’s glaring at you, if anyone were to view the stare down it looks as if he was glaring at you for just sitting here in his presence. But to you, his intense “glare” was intoxicating. You gulped and didn’t faulter your stare to him of innocence. His bike still running, his right hand placed over his throttle and a light twist to the wrist, he revved his bike twice at you, there a small smile grew on your lips with a bite to your bottom lip and you looked back down at your book. You slipped your hair behind one ear and looks back up at him with red tinted cheeks.

he’s still starring at you but this time a smirk plastered on his face. You suddenly get a nervous ache in your stomach and close your book and pack your little afternoon picnic and head to your car with out looking back at the bad boy you thought all to well dangerous to get close to, so you don’t even try to try to engage other than that smile. Before you can get in your car, steps in the gravel is hood behind you and a throat being cleared. You stop in your tracks and turn around, being met by your book being shoved in your face.

“you dropped this, while holding a handful.” And if your drool was bad, imagine your panties right now. The husk of a voice that came from…. Made you look up at those intense red eyes that matched his beast of a bike. Your heart jumped out of your chest in surprise at how close he was. Again intoxicating.

“Um, thanks and sorry for the trouble.” You say and grab the book from his hands. Your hand glides against and over his. You don’t notice but he stepped half a step closer to you. You turn around to place the book on your front seat. You turn back around and the pink haired guy with intense tattoos and a hard gaze was gone.

From that evening on you haven’t seen the guy but You always hear a specific revv of an engine and gears shifting up in speed in the city of your home. You heart speeding up hoping somewhere it would be him and if he’s okay. As the beast of sport bikes are dangerous.

Until you met him in the city.

Part two will

Be out soon! Look forward to it! Thank you for the love and support!

[xuchiya]

"R1 rider" || yeosang x female reader

genre: fluff, (small tinge) angst words: 1052 i love motorbikes, i want to own one too :<

Your sister bid you farewell as she gets in the car assisted by Park Seonghwa, her personal bodyguard since the beginning of her reign. Being the first woman to own all the inheritance from your late grandfather.

   You wave her goodbye as the figure of the car slowly mini in your eyesight before you exhale heavily, your hand falling to your side with a small sound of skin slapping. The massive weight on your shoulders was getting heavier and heavier each time you step inside the seraglio and the unending duty as the next noblewoman of the company, this time what your grandmother willed,pressed down on you like an iron mantle, suffocating and relentless.

“Lady, we have to return home for your evening class.” Your aide— NingNing spoke softly beside you before gesturing you towards the car. You nodded before settling inside the backseat. NingNing and your driver sitting in the front seat, she turned to you with a soft look, “You can make an excuse to not attend dear, i know how tiring all of these are.” 

You shake your head, giving her a small smile, “No it’s okay Ning, it’s just an hour and half class. I can still attend it.” She nodded her head, understanding your wishes before telling the driver to return back home. 

As the car moves silently on the dark night of May, you notice a drizzle of rain hitting the window, creating a glinting of lights on the lamppost. A smile grew on your lips, your finger hovering on the regulator of the window and lowering the car window— the sudden wind noise inside the car raises alert on your two companions but NingNing assures the driver quietly that it is alright.

NingNing is a few years older than you, just around the same age as your sister yet it feels you have another sister, so she knows you like the back of her hand. 

Like a kid again, you wave your hand up and down similar to how a mermaid swims. Then after a while, you open your palm to catch the rain— watching the splash on your fingers and the touch of the roughness of your hand. It was times like these you would recall being carefree from the world full of politics, rules and regulation, responsibilities that you only cared about your unfinished addition and your multiplication table homework. You would waste one wish to relive that moment of being a kid, watching F1 (both vehicles) and then take an obsession of collecting the models of the racers.

   Just as you were enjoying your time with thoughts of your childhood, you were greeted with the intense yet familiar tune of the exhaust pipe of R1 Yamaha. Your ears perk up to the sound of the engine; your head snaps towards 4 zooming motors that went past your car.

Your heart was beating on how beautiful the motors were, you wanted to own one but you were forbinded as it is not un-lady-like for you to own one— hence riding one. Even with the harsh words, it did not falter how you still love to collect them.

Few more motors passed by until a bike neared your car, you were so caught up with the sounds until a gloved hand took your hand. You were taken back, feared roared inside you as you took upon his presence, he wore a dark leather long coat with red painting some parts of his coat, his visor was up and you managed to catch a glimpse of his long lashes decorating a few droplets of water on it, his glimmering eyes and his birthmark.

“Put your hand inside baby, it's dangerous!” His voice was muffled inside his helmet but it was still clear with what he said. He gave your hand a squeeze before letting it go and drove off. Your heart suddenly flew up to your throat, your cheeks flaring from the mere interaction.

“Lady, are you okay?! Who is that?!” 

“Who was that? Back up are chasing that vehicle! 1027 kindly track down—!” Your driver suddenly reported on his walkie talkie which alerted you as you heard a confirmation that you suddenly shot up from your seat and took the walkie talkie in your hand, “No no don’t chase him! This is your lady speaking, do not chase him, he’s harmless!”

You felt the walkie talkie make noises in confirmation before you heard the siren turned off not far from your car. You gave the walkie talkie back to NingNing, you huffed out looking back outside, “He was just telling me to put my hand back in …”

“Why my lady?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

6 months later …

“I have assigned you your bodyguard, dear.” Your father said, you furrowed your eyebrows— glancing behind you were NingNing and 3 more of yours and your father’s bodyguard were trailing not so far— She bows her head indicating she did not know anything about it. 

You turn back to your father, “Why? I don’t need more bodyguards! They’re enough.” Your father sighs, shaking his head, “He knows more combat skills and he is friends with Park Seonghwa. They were in the same academy.”

You scoffed, watching from the corner of your eyes as two male in suits bowed in your presence as they opened the doors of your father’s meeting room wherein you will meet your new bodyguard. Your father’s emotion change into a soft look as he glance at the male across the room, “Ah~ Yeosang, how have you been son?” Your dad brought the guy in his arms as they quickly shared a hug before leading him to your spot.

As your eyes settled on the guy, your heart started speeding up as you locked eyes with the same one you saw 6 months ago, your eyes flickered to the birthmark and you were indeed more surprised that it was really him. Your hands become sweaty when he approach you.

A smile on his face as he took your hand, reaching to touch his lips— he kissed the back of your hand— without tearing his eyes off you, he gave your hand a squeeze– the same amount of strength when he did it back then, “It’s nice to finally meet you … baby.”

You snatched back your hand back, making your cheeks flared, Yeosang chuckles softly, "Why my lady?"

You furrow your brow, clearing your throat as your eyes flickers everywhere, catching your aide's teasing look then back to him, "Because it's dangerous."

[moonshynecybin]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGemcDwPY/ Vale doing this to Marc a couple years down the line (when their relationship has been established, maybe they’re already engaged at this point, disgression) in the FCO AU because google calendar used to be that place that they had to share with the PR people from Honda/Yamaha and that Marc obviously loathed and obviously they no longer have access to them now and I don’t think that Valentino is like, enough of a nerd to do this, BUT, I think it could happen once and it would make Marc blush like a fool (he definitely takes a screencap of the invite just in case it ever disappears)

it’s literally like. okay we are past all of the #angst and headfirst into the reality of rosquez in a loving and committed and deeply horny relationship that has been well established at this point. several years post outing, post fake dating, post screamin and fighting and kissing in the rain, et cetera. they are sweet! they are in love! BUT. they are ALSO two of the busiest people on the planetttttttt. so it’s been. literally like three fucking weeks at this point since they’ve gotten more than a night alone together. agony. first it was a double header and then vale had sponsorship obligations and marc had a photo shoot and vale had to meet with one of the academy kids and then they BOTH had testing and like. it’s one thing to have lots of sexy fun sneaking around the paddock trying to find a spot that can lock long enough to fuck in between press conferences. it’s another when EVERYONE knows you guys are fucking and STILL the only time together you get outside of literally being unconscious is AT those same press conferences!!!! not fun!!!! not sexy!!!! (dani voice. can you two please stop playing footsie. jorge voice. marc that is in fact my foot. and my thigh.)

SO! what is a romantic little prankster to do when he wants to plan a fucking. at this point it feels like BIANNUAL date night with his favorite generational talented but unfortunately very busy twink ass boyfriend?? well if you’re vale, you hack his google calendar when he’s sleeping and you trick him. for funsies. he loves a scheme he loves a plan he loves a joke he loves a surprise !

so like. it’s post fucking media day at a race and marc is EXHAUSTED and all he wants to do is find vale and curl up in one of their ludicrously tricked out mobile homes and pass out with his nose pressed like. into vale’s armpit. and dream about merging their souls into one ephemeral but eternal being. typical marc stuff. and he’s almostttt out the door when his friendssistant (they ALL HAVE ONE !) jose tugs on his sleeve near the end of the day and is like. i’m sorry marc, but there’s one more thing… and he literally nearly CRIES. he hasn’t gotten dicked down in a FORTNIGHT it’s dire. it’s rough.

BUT! it also means that he doesn’t ask many questions. so when he gets led (easily) to whatever goofy ass elaborate rich people venue vale has chosen for date night (neither of them have changed clothes this so so essential to me… just both of them in khaki shorts so big they could legally be classified as parachutes. and new balances/vans. in the rich people venue.) he is SUPRISED ! and delighted… it’s perfect… vale sitting there eyes sparkling SO pleased to get one over on marc in the lovely little joyful way you get when you play a sweet little joke on your partner and is marc SO happy to get some alone time/attention just basking in it… like they LOVE each other… it’s the perfect night… and they do get papped (FCO AU is fundamentally about being famous and having no privacy i have to stick to the THEMES of my story) and they don’t even care!!! because the photos are them like. slow dancing and slightly tipsy pressed together… marc’s hands looped around vale’s neck… swaying… and the photos are kind of blurry but the smiles on their faces come through clear as day…

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 9: 24/7 DYNAMIC [FABIO QUARTARARO X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Fabio and dom!reader. If you're under 18 or uninterested in this, then scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you read here, check out the rest of my blog :))

This fic is part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different motorsport person with a different kinky thought, and that thought will be discussed more through answering asks on my blog. So if you read this and have some thoughts of your own, feel free to stop by!

Fabio absolutely thrives when he can do 24/7 dynamics with you, when he can just exist with you in a subby headspace for days at a time, focusing only on being a good boy and listening to you. He thrives on praise and love and when you give that to him, he's as happy as can be.

This is by far his favourite way to spend time between races, because it allows him to train and prep for races without getting stuck in his own head? Before you, Fabio had a bad habit of overtraining and getting lost in the pressure and trying to better his riding to the point of exhaustion during races. He just... he wanted to be good enough.

But now his training is worked into 24/7 days with you. His trainer and riding coach give him his clear schedule and diet for the period, and fabio hands it right over to you. He doesn't make his own schedule or decide when he rests or decide when he trains or what he eats. That's for you to decide. His only job is to be a good boy.

His trainer is a little confused when suddenly he's told he has to speak to you about when fabio will be training instead of with fabio himself, but then he meets fabio for the first one of those sessions and he's so so much happier? He's so settled and pleased and does so well and from there none of his trainers question you at all because it's clear that whatever you're doing is making fabio very happy.

He gets all giddy and excited for days leading up to when he knows he'll have some 24/7 days with you, because he's so excited!! The poor thing has had such a stressful season, trying so so hard to be good and failing time and time again because the Yamaha is just not good enough to allow him to succeed.

Which is why having longer 24/7 dynamic periods are so important this year in particular, because he desperately needs some section of his life where he's still good? He needs to do well, needs feel good in something.

And there is nothing that makes him feel better than when you kiss him softly and call him a good boy.

The moment he gets home, he's dropping his bags onto the floor and throwing himself in your arms. You have to catch him or else you'll both go toppling down onto the floor. And so you immediately have a very happy fabio in your arms, giggling and clinging to you and pressing kisses to your neck because he's so excited!! A whole week of no thoughts!! He's so ready!!!

You gently part from him, welcoming him home and giving him a nice kiss before instructing him to unpack all his bags. You sit on the bed and watch him while he does this, because you know he loves having your eyes on him. He's so happy, smiling to himself as he unpacks even though he usually hates unpacking because you told him to! He's listening to you! He's being a good boy!!

Once that's all done, you praise him for being so good and take him to the bathroom to shower together. Needless to say, he starts to get hard cause he's showering with his dom!! You wait until after the shower to give him some relief, giving him a soft hand job while he sits between your legs and whines directly into your ear.

The rest of the week follows the same pattern, with fabio just listening to whatever you tell him to do. He gets fucked so hard he can't remember his own name every night, and then wakes up to breakfast and goes throughout his day just following you.

By the end of the week he's like a whole new person, so much more certain of his own abilities and feeling so much better about himself because he's a good boy! He's your good boy.

[lxndonorris]

bumpy ride - Fabio Quartararo

Y/N x Fabio Quartararo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching after his little rodeo on track, his crotch is a little sore, with him asking for a helping hand x word count: 1380+

As long as you're dating Fabio, joining him in the paddock for the race weekends is one of your favorite things in the world. Watching him speed around the track, you feel a similar rush of adrenaline pulsate through your body. The excitement, the velocity, the roaring of his Yamaha, all of this makes it even better. Today, you're watching the training session, while Fabio is adjusting himself and the bike to the track. However, there seems to be a bump on the road, with a few riders making a quick jump. And Fabio hits it as well.

You are watching his body lifting for a mere inch before he pulls himself into the saddle again, and the impact looked a little painful. Fabio's groin hits his bike, and instantly, you can feel the pain he must be feeling. Cringing quickly, you watch the screen as the camera shifts toward the front view. Fabio bends forwards, presumably letting out a low groan while reaching for his dick. All of the guys around you do a similar noise, with a few of them mirroring his movements.

Now, you're watching him entering the garage, after finishing a few more laps. Fabio jumps off his bike, and immediately, his mechanics comfort him, patting his back and chest tenderly, as he mutters a few words to them. Then, he turns his head towards you, and you can tell his facial expression even through his helmet, just by the way he handles himself. He walks towards you, taking his helmet off, while you bite your lower lip, holding back a coy smirk. One of his team takes his helmet, pats him on the back again, and tells him to take a quick break while they'll analyze his performance.

With a huge grin, sweaty hair, and wearing his leather suit, boots, and gloves, he places his hands at your waist, gently pulling you into him, kissing you lovingly. At the same time, you place both hands on his firm chest, to steady yourself, as you embrace his lips on yours. "You did so well." You say once you separate, causing him to smile even brighter. "Thank you." He says, his voice huskier than usual, and you can tell he is a little exhausted.

Then, however, you cannot help yourself and run a hand across his chest, enjoying the feeling of leather rubbing against the palm of your hands. "Everything okay?" You mouth silently, trying your best not to draw any attention from the masses of people hustling all around you. His eyes widen slightly, and his face flushes with even more color, his cheeks turning bright red. "You saw it, didn't you." He breathes deeply before he closes his eyes for just a second. "We all did." You have a look around, and Fabio does the same. "Fuck." He exhales and slowly regains his composure.

You stroke his chest gently as he leans into you, whispering in your ear. "I could need a hand." Fabio's breath burns on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck shooting up. "To confirm, he's okay." He holds back a breathless moan, causing you to look down, catching one of his hands quickly brushing over his crotch. Tilting your head, you lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Right here?" You shrug, causing his mouth to morph into a playful smirk. "Y/N, you're naughty." He licks his lips, and takes his gloves off quickly, before grabbing your waist again with his hand caressing your waistline. "But I know a better place." Fabio nods, takes your hand, and leads you out of the back of the Yamaha garage, into a more secluded corner of the paddock.

Behind a makeshift wall, a few stacks of tires, and without anyone running around, he turns around, still smirking deviously. "You're hurt?" You say softly, taking a step towards him, placing one hand on his lower arm, the other right on his chest again. "I am." He pouts and nods, one of his hands mirroring yours, his fingertips brushing over your arm. "Aw. Poor you." You say, so softly your voice is nearly unhearable. Lovingly, you draw circles across his chest, while he embraces your hand on his body. Fabio grabs your waist with one hand. "You want me to look?" You smile comfortingly, and Fabio nods again, this time, he can't hide the huge smirk spreading across his whole face.

Gently, carefully even, you start to unzip his suit, exposing his well-formed bare chest. Fabio's eyes follow every move of your hand closely, while his hands slowly encompass parts of your body. You're standing right in front of him now, his upper suit wide open, and you stroke his chest again, this time, using your fingertips to tease him. Fabio's body shivers slightly once you stroke his pecs, his erect nipples, and further down, tracing the visible outlines of his abs with all of your fingers. "This feels good. Mhm." He purrs, raising his head to meet your eyes once more. "Good." You breathe deeply, letting your other hand run across his chest as well, but this time, you go even further down to his crotch. At first, you touch him through his suit, and yet, he flinches. "Fuck." A soft moan turns into a coy giggle, as he regains his composure very quickly.

"Does it hurt?" You say, leaning into him, one hand stroking his chest, the other now gently brushing over his crotch. "A little, yeah." He takes a deep breath, his eyes now stuck on yours. "Come here." You say softly, kissing him right on the lips. He instantly embraces your body again, his hands now on your waist, steady yourself against his body. Fabio moans softly into your mouth as you stroke his now bulging dick some more. After a few more kisses, you pull away, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours.

"Feel better?" You say comfortingly, your hands still caressing his beautiful body. Fabio nods happily, and takes your hand from his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Thank you." He smiles and kisses you again. You smile and feel his other hand now stroking the small of your back tenderly. "Anytime." Tilting your head slightly, you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body, and you can tell he feels the same. The whole time, you've been teasing him through his leather suit, and there is no hiding it right now.

All of his muscles are bulging against his clothes, his nipples are hard and his whole body is tensing still. A part of you would love to take him right now, right here, and by the way, his eyes light up, his expression shifts, and you can tell he's holding back himself. Carefully, you reach for his bare chest again, with him lowering his head to watch your hand, your fingers make contact with his skin again, when you hear someone approaching the two of you from behind. "There you are." It's Tom, one of his oldest and closest friends, who you are very close to as well. Both of you freeze instantly, watching Tom's face go through several expressions before his mouth turns into a knowing smile.

"Did I interrupt anything?" He holds back a mischievous smirk, and you shake your head nervously. "Nope, we're good." You say and Fabio shrugs. "Yeah, uh, you were looking for me?" He stutters slightly, and Tom just giggles for a second, before he points at the two of you. "Yeah, but you finish whatever you were doing, and be back in five for a few more laps." His face shifts between Fabio's and yours. "We weren't.." Fabio tries to explain himself but Tom raises a finger before he lets his gaze wander all over Fabios tensed body.

"Five minutes." He says, and the three of you share a laugh. "Thanks, Tom." Fabio growls, and you do the same, watching him leave you alone again. You turn to meet Fabio's gaze, and slowly close his suit. "How about we finish this tonight?" Smirking, you pat his chest lovingly. Now, he tilts his head teasingly. "We better do that." He licks his lips, reaches for his dick once, grabbing himself firmly before he leads you back to the garage.

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Brno 2003: Sete Gibernau sprays champagne at race winner Valentino Rossi, who is holding up his ball and chain that symbolises how he is 'condemned to win'.

From Rossi's autobiography:

In the summer of 2003, HRC sent over new exhaust pipes. I chose not to use it, precisely because I was sick and tired of hearing that I had an edge over everybody else. But, partly because of the stress, partly because I was also in negotiations with Yamaha, Honda and Ducati, I was in far from perfect form. Sometimes I would lose concentration and make mistakes. When I famously missed that turn in Barcelona and ended up in the run-off area, it was a result of the fact that I was napping behind Capirossi. This incident, and others, caused people to say that my bike was so much better that I could afford the luxury of sitting back and simply turning on the juice late in the race, beating everyone in the final lap. Obviously this was not the case. If I have the chance to pull away, I pull away. Always. Because if you hold out for the last lap you're taking a huge risk: you might finish second! Whereas if you can pull away at an earlier point in the race, you can avoid trouble later on. I only ever sit and wait when there is no alternative. That's when, for me, lying in wait is a good tactic and the best way to win. In Germany, for example, I made a mistake on the last lap and Gibernau made me pay for it. But it's not as if I was planning to wait for the end, as a way of humiliating my opponents. I simply made the mistake of not passing him earlier, so that I could then build a gap. It was a tactical error. After losing that race in that way, because of a distraction, I got so angry that on my way home I told myself, "Enough! From now on, I'm taking no prisoners!" So from that moment on I raced with the aim of dominating every lap and I won five of the last six races of the season. The only one where I finished second was the Grand Prix of the Pacific, in Motegi. But as you know, that day I raced after getting virtually no sleep the night before, because that was the night I had decided to leave Honda. As you can imagine, I wasn't totally focused, to say the least.

The race at the Sachsenring in 2003 was a particularly painful loss. Rossi had overtaken Gibernau on the penultimate corner, but had made a mistake into the final corner that let Gibernau get a better run to the line and beat him by a mere 0.06 seconds. He was criticised by the Italian press in the aftermath, as had become increasingly common that year. Despite leading the championship by a healthy margin, this was widely perceived to be a weaker season than his overwhelmingly dominant 2002, not least because he had achieved only three race victories to Gibernau's four. He had already felt disillusioned with Honda from the start of the year, sick of a culture of winning he found as oppressive as it was relentless. Sachsenring was the last race before the summer break, and he went off to Ibiza to clear his head and get a new haircut.

^The new haircut in question.

Excerpt from the Brno race commentary:

Rossi hasn’t won for four races*. He is desperate to win here this weekend. He turned up at the circuit this Thursday with a bright red haircut that he got on the beach at Ibiza - he was feeling very jovial, very relaxed, and… Well, it’s been suggested in some quarters that it’s a psychological thing he’s trying to pull on the other riders, because he’s coming under mounting pressure from the press and the fans - and Rossi just wanting to show he’s still the party animal he always was and he’s having fun out there on the bike.

*His results during that time were P2 P3 P3 P2.

Fresh from his time off, Rossi got involved in a tight five-way battle with Bayliss, Gibernau, Biaggi (in the first half of the race), and Capirossi. His victory was far from inevitable, and when Rossi managed to get in front for the first time he was unable to make a break for it. After the group of riders fought it out for most of the race, the contest for the win eventually came down to a direct duel between Rossi and Gibernau. With one and a half laps to go, Rossi ran it wide and let Gibernau get back in front once again - and made another mistake that seemed to give Gibernau the decisive advantage. Rossi made the overtake for the win with only a few corners to go.

^Gibernau congratulating Rossi, at a time when the two were still good friends. According to the commentary, the two of them had partied together over the summer break on Ibiza.

^From Rossi's autobiography: "This gag was supposed to be ironic, underscoring my situation with Honda. Everybody expected victory from me. So I was a condemned man, condemned to win..." (See here for gifs of the celebration.)

Rossi finished 0.042s ahead of Gibernau, with another close run to the line... so the elaborate celebrations could very easily have not come to pass. He ended up breaking the circuit record on the last lap - and went on to win all but one of the remaining races that season.

From Mat Oxley's Valentino Rossi: All His Races:

And then his first post-race theatrics in a while: he wore a prison inmate's hat and ball and chain to poke fun at the Italian media. "They said I was in crisis because I'd been beaten at the last four races. Leading the championship and finishing on the podium obviously isn't enough for them, so now I must work on the chain gang!" And beneath the striped cap was a new red hairdo, which restarted the Ducati rumours. In fact, nothing could have been further from the truth. During a secret midnight meeting in the paddock, Vale told Yamaha that he would ride for them in 2004.

An excerpt from the commentary at the next race in Estoril:

Well Valentino Rossi arrived in Brno three weeks ago with a bright red hairstyle and a lot of criticism from the Italian press saying he wasn't as focused as he had been last year; he'd just lost that race at the Sachsenring in Germany. He's fought back in the best possible way.

^Rossi's fans at Sepang 2003.

When he sealed the title in Sepang that year, he brought back the convict celebrations, this time equipped with a big novelty lock and key - so that he could free himself of his shackles at last. He left Honda at the end of the year to embark on a new adventure with Yamaha.