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every once in a while my pinterest pops up with that photo of alex and marc kissing and I take a second to stare at it
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“why won't you touch my scar?”
Marc lay on his side, a leg between Marco's as they basked in each other's presence. It was one of the rare moments where the pair could be together, hidden away in a small piece of Italy. Marco froze, thumb no longer stroking Marc's cheekbone. He shifted, pulling the blanket higher to cover his bare shoulder.
Marco didn't want to say the real reason. He didn't want to burst the bubble he made for himself, just incase Marc would fly away as soon as it popped. Marc was under his fingertips and if he mentioned Valentino, who knows where he would run off to. They hadn't labelled whatever they had going on, Marc not wanting the pressure while Marco would do anything to be near him. He doesn't want to hurt Marc like he was hurt before.
Marc watched the internal war waging inside Marco's mind. A pang of guilt rushed through him as he smoothed the space between Bez's eyebrows with two fingers. Marco's eyes softened as he clasped Marc's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. Marc smiled as Marco shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Prefer your face I guess." Marc knew he was lying but chose to laugh at Marco's lame excuse for a joke. They'd talk later, fight even but right now the bed was warm and Marco's skin was soft against his.
Bez gently nudged Marc onto his back, hovering over him, nearly straddling his waist. His arms caged Marc's head as he leaned down to press a kiss to the base of Marc's scar. Bez trailed up, nose pressed firmly to scar tissue as he pressed open-mouth kisses up the length of the scar, up his arm and onto his neck, sucking on the tender skin. Marc moaned, arms wrapping around Bez's toned back.
Marco pulled away, flopping onto Marc with a laugh. Marc listened to Bez's laugh, it sounded like windchimes in the spring breeze. He wanted to bottle it up and keep it next to his heart. They lay in comfortable silence, punctuated by a kiss and a laugh. Marco fell asleep listening to Marc's heartbeat thump under his ear as Marc fell asleep to the rise and fall of Bez's chest.
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I GOT THE JOB I GOT THE JOB I GOT THE JOB I GOT THE JOB
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valentino rossi watching his favourite daughters pecco bagnaia + marco bezzecchi on the podium
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Vale using his twink photos as ID in the padock he probaly is like "what are you gona do no know who I am??? :
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Today during the podium celebrations with the VR46 team I thought "damn it must be hard for Luca to see that from P17 and a different team" and then I thought "they should have sex about it".
So here's some Bezz/Luca
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Luca knew that the transition with Honda would be a challenge. He wasn’t stupid; Vale may hate him, but Marc Marquez is one of the best riders in the history of the sport. If he couldn’t tame the bike, Luca isn’t arrogant enough to assume he’d be able to get on it and succeed immediately.
He hadn’t expected it to be this bad, though.
P17, only because everyone below him had DNF’d. The most consistent thing about the bike seems to be riding it into last place.
Bezz is on the podium. A triumphant P3, behind Pecco and Marquez. Luca can hear the celebrating and cheering as he goes through his post-race motions. He’s not next door to Bezz anymore– no matter how much he wants to appear in his box and wrap him up in a prosecco-soaked hug, he can’t. He’s a Honda rider now; he has team debrief and responsibilities.
He keeps himself cool and professional as always, giving practical feedback and reaffirming his confidence in the team’s ability to turn things around. He’s exhausted by the time he’s finally done with his responsibilities, and he can tell by the noise level that the celebrations have made their way from Bezz and Pecco’s respective boxes to some other location.
He checks his phone and finds a drunken flurry of texts from Bezz, and suddenly the emotion of everything hits at once.
He knows Honda was the right move. He knows in his bones that it was right for him to move on, out of Vale’s shadow and into a team that he can make his own.
That doesn’t make it easy. VR46 was home; the team were an extension of his family. Hell, Uccio has known Vale longer than Luca has been alive. Everyone involved with the team was comfortable and warm and loved him.
Luca tells himself that he can love Honda but also miss his family. It’s like moving away from your childhood town to work in a big city, he thinks.
He misses Bezz like a limb. He wants desperately to celebrate with Bezz, to feel his face tucked into his neck the way he does when he’s so happy. He misses the sound of his laugh and the little gap between his teeth when he smiles. He wants to dig his hand into Bezz’s hair and rub his head like he’s a puppy.
Bezz facetimes him when he’s back at the hotel. Luca debates about answering, too busy allowing himself an evening to wallow before he wakes up and heads back to the track for testing in the morning.
When he does answer, he’s surprised to find that Bezz isn’t at a bar. He also doesn’t appear to be drunk, in the way Luca expected. He wonders if Vale’s presence looming over the team made them a little more cautious with the partying the night before a testing day.
Bezz is in his own hotel room.
“Luca,” he whines. “You didn’t tell me I did a good job.”
That startles a laugh out of Luca.
“I’m sorry. Good job,” Luca obliges.
Bezz huffs, and Luca smiles at the pout on his face.
“I don’t like that you don’t tell me after races now. Although I guess I haven’t been doing a good job this season until today,” he rambles.
Luca laughs again.
“You’ve been doing great, Bezz.” That he himself is the one who hasn’t been doing great is left unsaid. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you every race, now. I’ll have to remember to text you.”
Bezz shakes his head.
“No, I want you to tell me in person.”
“You left,” Luca says feebly. “Before I was done with Honda.”
Bezz seems even more annoyed by that, and Luca gets the feeling that everything he’s said so far is wrong.
“What is your hotel number?”
Luca laughs, but then he sees Bezz is serious,
“Bezz, it’s late. We have testing tomorrow.”
“I don’t care,” he argues. “I just want to see you. Please? I got a podium today and I want to see you.”
Longing squeezes Luca’s chest and he quietly gives Bezz his room number. Bezz hangs up and appears five minutes later at Luca’s door. Luca lets him in, and he barely has the door closed before Bezz has wrapped himself around Luca and tucked his face into his neck.
Luca relaxes into the hug, happy to have Bezz in his arms. He missed him so dearly. It hasn’t even been that long; only a few months of racing on different teams. It feels like they’ve been separated for a lifetime.
If Luca really thinks about it, this is the first time they’ve been alone together since they both raced on the same team. Since announcing he was riding for Honda and changing his training routine, he had seen Bezz mostly with the other academy riders.
Neither of them are in a hurry to let go.
Luca is the first to pull away, but only to force Bezz to kick his shoes off and climb onto the bed with him. Bezz seems happy with that plan, and he grabs the television remote before pushing and pulling Luca into a position that he’s happy with. Then he flops down on top of Luca.
Luca’s heart is racing at the feeling of Bezz’s body on top of his, even as Bezz finds some Spanish show with English subtitles that he knows neither of them have the brainpower to follow.
Bezz seems content to tuck his face into Luca’s neck, and Luca can’t help but smile.
“Bezz?” he asks.
Bezz sits up. Their faces are too close, but neither of them move apart.
“You did a good job today,” he breathes, unable to take his eyes away from Bezz’s.
Bezz grins, toothy and happy, then he leans up, pressing on Luca’s chest hard enough to knock the breath out of him, and presses his lips to Luca’s mouth.
Luca pushes back against Bezz, taking the weight off of his chest, and he rolls Bezz so he’s laying on his back. He leans over Bezz, bracketing him with his arms, and continues kissing him. He’s not entirely sure where this came from; why Bezz decided to do this now.
He can’t say he’s never gotten the impression that Bezz could be interested in him; they used to spend hours and hours together, and there were many times that felt like they came close to something.
Apparently all it took was one Bezz podium for them to finally overcome their hesitations.
Bezz tastes and smells amazing, and now that Luca has experienced it he’s not sure he will ever be able to let him go. He sucks a mark on Bezz’s neck, and bites at his collarbone.
He thinks of their matching scars.
“Luca,” Bezz groans.
Luca smiles against Bezz’s neck.
“Yeah?”
Bezz rolls his hips up, demanding attention, and Luca tuts.
“Impatient,” he teases.
“I got a trophy today,” Bezz whines. “I deserve an award.”
Luca laughs and kisses him.
“You deserve the world,” he says. It’s corny but he means it, and judging by Bezz’s grin he understands.
Luca decides it’s imperative that he immediately get his hands on Bezz. He sits up to tug at Bezz’s clothes, and there’s an awkward few moments of shuffling and laughing as they both manage to get out of their clothes. They’re both out of breath and laughing, and Bezz basically tackles Luca onto his back on the bed.
He straddles Luca, and Luca pulls him down to kiss him. Bezz wiggles happily on his lap and Luca laughs into the kiss, teeth knocking together.
Bezz presses his face against Luca’s cheek, and they both laugh.
Luca reaches down, wrapping a hand around Bezz’s cock. It startles a choked moan out of the smaller man, and Luca grins in satisfaction.
Luca knows they won’t have sex tonight; not with a lack of lube and with the responsibility of an entire day of testing tomorrow. Still, his brain is dominated by desire to make Bezz come.
The angle is off, but he spits in his hand and starts pumping Bezz’s cock while he uses his other hand to tug Bezz’s mouth back to his.
Bezz adjusts his position, and Luca is able to take his own cock in hand with Bezz’s. The feeling of rutting against Bezz, breathing into his mouth, smelling him around him, is nearly enough to make Luca come immediately.
He manages to hold off for a bit longer, but neither he nor Bezz last long. Soon they’re both spilling over Luca’s hand, gasping into each other’s mouths.
Bezz immediately starts laughing, and collapses to the side. Luca wipes his hand on his chest, catching his breath and joining Bezz in his giggles.
“Let’s shower and sleep,” he suggests.
Bezz whines but allows Luca to tug him into the bathroom. Luca delights in soaping Bezz up, running his hands across his body and lapping water from his collarbones. He loves the way Bezz laughs, and they spend too much time messing around in the shower.
When they finally get out and dry off, they tangle themselves together back in bed.
Bezz lays down and holds his arms out, and Luca lays down on top of him, face pressed into his neck.
“I’m proud of you,” he mumbles into Bezz’s neck.
“Thank you,” Bezz breathes, running a hand through his hair.
They drift into easy sleep together soon after.
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pecco bagnaia + his parents pre sprint at the spanish gp
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Rosquez Onlyfans AU part 10/?
I have crazy writers block lately but I miss the onlyfans au so I looked through my messages with @motogpnewbie, who is a darling and who constantly talks to me about my silly little ideas. This prompt was her idea:
“Also the academy kids are all gonna at least hear Marc and Vale at the ranch at least once”
Babe you are so right. This one's for you 🤍
Marc and Vale come together hot and heavy, tongues tangling as they make their way up the stairs. They’re trailing dirt behind them, but they can’t find it in them to care. They manage to make it into the bedroom before finally stripping the rest of the way, dropping boots and gloves down to the floor in an unceremonious pile.
“Fuck,” Marc breathes as Vale latches his mouth to his neck. “Vale, fuck,” he repeats.
They’re both sweaty and filthy but they’re also desperate. Marc had pulled a move on Vale on the track that was so fucking sexy to the both of them that it’s surprising they managed to turn their bikes off and make it inside before jumping each other.
Vale sucks a mark at the junction of Marc’s neck and jaw, and Marc moans. He brings a hand up to his mouth to muffle the noise.
“No, no, baby,” Vale says, disappointed. He pulls away to take Marc’s hand away from his mouth. “Don’t make yourself quiet. I want to hear you. Let me hear how well I fuck you.”
Marc whimpers.
“Please, Vale. Please.”
Vale grins.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.”
He manhandles Marc to the bed, and Marc rolls himself into his hands and knees and arches his back. Vale groans, running a hand from Marc’s ass all the way down to his neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Marc. Look at you,” he breathes. He follows the path of his hand with his mouth, licking at the sweaty dips in Marc’s back and placing a gentle bite on the back of his neck.
Marc whines.
“Please, fuck me,” he begs.
Vale chuckles. “You’re asking so nicely,” he points out. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappears for only a minute or two, clearly hunting down the lube, and Marc relaxes in his position.
When Vale returns, he sets right to work at fingering Marc open, and Marc loses himself in the sensation. He rocks back against Vale’s fingers and moans, obeying Vale’s request to let him hear him. Vale kisses the base of his spine as he makes quick work of stretching Marc.
When Vale withdraws his fingers, Marc’s heart speeds up with the anticipation of having Vale’s cock inside him.
He drops himself to his elbows, resting his face on his folded arms and moaning into them as Vale slides his cock into Marc’s hole.
“That’s it,” Vale encourages, bottoming out. “There you go.”
He starts slow and deep, rolling his hips and fucking into him hard. Each thrust punches a little noise out of Marc, and it spurs Vale on.
He starts fucking him faster, leaning over his body and gripping his hips as he drives into him.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages.
“Vale,” Marc moans.
They know they aren’t going to last; they’re both too keyed up and horny. They need it quick and dirty, and as Vale pounds into him they get closer and closer to orgasm.
“Vale, please,” Marc begs.
Vale reaches a hand around and grips Marc’s cock, and he can feel the way he tenses up with the stimulation. His abs flex, and he knows Marc is close.
“That’s it, come for me, Marc,” he goads. “That’s it, baby.”
Marc comes in ropes across the mattress, whining into his arms as he does.
His hole flexes around Vale’s cock, and Vale pounds into him only a few more times before bottoming out one last time and filling Marc’s hole.
Marc moans as Vale empties himself inside the smaller man.
They both breathe together for a minute, chests heaving, before Vale pulls out and plops down next to him on the bed. Marc climbs on top of him to avoid laying on the wet spot, and he tucks his face against Vale’s neck.
“We’re going to have to go back downstairs for clothes and a shower.”
Vale groans.
“Fuck. I forgot about that.”
Marc nuzzles against him.
“You should go get clothes for both of us.”
Vale rolls his eyes up to the ceiling.
“Fine.”
Vale is stark naked in the dressing room, grabbing clothes for himself and Marc, when Bezz walks in.
Bezz lets out an impressive string of curse words, and Vale assumes the local priest’s ears must be burning with the length and volume of cursing.
He grabs his boxers and throws them on, but it’s too late and Bezz has ducked out of the room. Vale finishes dressing himself and grabs Marc’s clothes. He drops them off with Marc, warning him that Bezz has apparently been scarred by seeing his dick and will probably be a little sensitive..
Then he heads back downstairs to check on Bezz, finding him ranting.
“---it’s bad enough we had to HEAR THEM, with all their yelling and moaning, but then he didn’t have clothes on. He was naked, Celestino! Naked!”
“At least it wasn’t Marc you saw naked,” Vale hears Celin add helpfully.
Judging by the noise that follows, Marco must have fainted at the thought.
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bez dry humping pecco in parc fermé after wearing that love whoever you want hoodie...i know what you areeeeeee 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
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reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future
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Today during the podium celebrations with the VR46 team I thought "damn it must be hard for Luca to see that from P17 and a different team" and then I thought "they should have sex about it".
So here's some Bezz/Luca
🏍️
Luca knew that the transition with Honda would be a challenge. He wasn’t stupid; Vale may hate him, but Marc Marquez is one of the best riders in the history of the sport. If he couldn’t tame the bike, Luca isn’t arrogant enough to assume he’d be able to get on it and succeed immediately.
He hadn’t expected it to be this bad, though.
P17, only because everyone below him had DNF’d. The most consistent thing about the bike seems to be riding it into last place.
Bezz is on the podium. A triumphant P3, behind Pecco and Marquez. Luca can hear the celebrating and cheering as he goes through his post-race motions. He’s not next door to Bezz anymore– no matter how much he wants to appear in his box and wrap him up in a prosecco-soaked hug, he can’t. He’s a Honda rider now; he has team debrief and responsibilities.
He keeps himself cool and professional as always, giving practical feedback and reaffirming his confidence in the team’s ability to turn things around. He’s exhausted by the time he’s finally done with his responsibilities, and he can tell by the noise level that the celebrations have made their way from Bezz and Pecco’s respective boxes to some other location.
He checks his phone and finds a drunken flurry of texts from Bezz, and suddenly the emotion of everything hits at once.
He knows Honda was the right move. He knows in his bones that it was right for him to move on, out of Vale’s shadow and into a team that he can make his own.
That doesn’t make it easy. VR46 was home; the team were an extension of his family. Hell, Uccio has known Vale longer than Luca has been alive. Everyone involved with the team was comfortable and warm and loved him.
Luca tells himself that he can love Honda but also miss his family. It’s like moving away from your childhood town to work in a big city, he thinks.
He misses Bezz like a limb. He wants desperately to celebrate with Bezz, to feel his face tucked into his neck the way he does when he’s so happy. He misses the sound of his laugh and the little gap between his teeth when he smiles. He wants to dig his hand into Bezz’s hair and rub his head like he’s a puppy.
Bezz facetimes him when he’s back at the hotel. Luca debates about answering, too busy allowing himself an evening to wallow before he wakes up and heads back to the track for testing in the morning.
When he does answer, he’s surprised to find that Bezz isn’t at a bar. He also doesn’t appear to be drunk, in the way Luca expected. He wonders if Vale’s presence looming over the team made them a little more cautious with the partying the night before a testing day.
Bezz is in his own hotel room.
“Luca,” he whines. “You didn’t tell me I did a good job.”
That startles a laugh out of Luca.
“I’m sorry. Good job,” Luca obliges.
Bezz huffs, and Luca smiles at the pout on his face.
“I don’t like that you don’t tell me after races now. Although I guess I haven’t been doing a good job this season until today,” he rambles.
Luca laughs again.
“You’ve been doing great, Bezz.” That he himself is the one who hasn’t been doing great is left unsaid. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you every race, now. I’ll have to remember to text you.”
Bezz shakes his head.
“No, I want you to tell me in person.”
“You left,” Luca says feebly. “Before I was done with Honda.”
Bezz seems even more annoyed by that, and Luca gets the feeling that everything he’s said so far is wrong.
“What is your hotel number?”
Luca laughs, but then he sees Bezz is serious,
“Bezz, it’s late. We have testing tomorrow.”
“I don’t care,” he argues. “I just want to see you. Please? I got a podium today and I want to see you.”
Longing squeezes Luca’s chest and he quietly gives Bezz his room number. Bezz hangs up and appears five minutes later at Luca’s door. Luca lets him in, and he barely has the door closed before Bezz has wrapped himself around Luca and tucked his face into his neck.
Luca relaxes into the hug, happy to have Bezz in his arms. He missed him so dearly. It hasn’t even been that long; only a few months of racing on different teams. It feels like they’ve been separated for a lifetime.
If Luca really thinks about it, this is the first time they’ve been alone together since they both raced on the same team. Since announcing he was riding for Honda and changing his training routine, he had seen Bezz mostly with the other academy riders.
Neither of them are in a hurry to let go.
Luca is the first to pull away, but only to force Bezz to kick his shoes off and climb onto the bed with him. Bezz seems happy with that plan, and he grabs the television remote before pushing and pulling Luca into a position that he’s happy with. Then he flops down on top of Luca.
Luca’s heart is racing at the feeling of Bezz’s body on top of his, even as Bezz finds some Spanish show with English subtitles that he knows neither of them have the brainpower to follow.
Bezz seems content to tuck his face into Luca’s neck, and Luca can’t help but smile.
“Bezz?” he asks.
Bezz sits up. Their faces are too close, but neither of them move apart.
“You did a good job today,” he breathes, unable to take his eyes away from Bezz’s.
Bezz grins, toothy and happy, then he leans up, pressing on Luca’s chest hard enough to knock the breath out of him, and presses his lips to Luca’s mouth.
Luca pushes back against Bezz, taking the weight off of his chest, and he rolls Bezz so he’s laying on his back. He leans over Bezz, bracketing him with his arms, and continues kissing him. He’s not entirely sure where this came from; why Bezz decided to do this now.
He can’t say he’s never gotten the impression that Bezz could be interested in him; they used to spend hours and hours together, and there were many times that felt like they came close to something.
Apparently all it took was one Bezz podium for them to finally overcome their hesitations.
Bezz tastes and smells amazing, and now that Luca has experienced it he’s not sure he will ever be able to let him go. He sucks a mark on Bezz’s neck, and bites at his collarbone.
He thinks of their matching scars.
“Luca,” Bezz groans.
Luca smiles against Bezz’s neck.
“Yeah?”
Bezz rolls his hips up, demanding attention, and Luca tuts.
“Impatient,” he teases.
“I got a trophy today,” Bezz whines. “I deserve an award.”
Luca laughs and kisses him.
“You deserve the world,” he says. It’s corny but he means it, and judging by Bezz’s grin he understands.
Luca decides it’s imperative that he immediately get his hands on Bezz. He sits up to tug at Bezz’s clothes, and there’s an awkward few moments of shuffling and laughing as they both manage to get out of their clothes. They’re both out of breath and laughing, and Bezz basically tackles Luca onto his back on the bed.
He straddles Luca, and Luca pulls him down to kiss him. Bezz wiggles happily on his lap and Luca laughs into the kiss, teeth knocking together.
Bezz presses his face against Luca’s cheek, and they both laugh.
Luca reaches down, wrapping a hand around Bezz’s cock. It startles a choked moan out of the smaller man, and Luca grins in satisfaction.
Luca knows they won’t have sex tonight; not with a lack of lube and with the responsibility of an entire day of testing tomorrow. Still, his brain is dominated by desire to make Bezz come.
The angle is off, but he spits in his hand and starts pumping Bezz’s cock while he uses his other hand to tug Bezz’s mouth back to his.
Bezz adjusts his position, and Luca is able to take his own cock in hand with Bezz’s. The feeling of rutting against Bezz, breathing into his mouth, smelling him around him, is nearly enough to make Luca come immediately.
He manages to hold off for a bit longer, but neither he nor Bezz last long. Soon they’re both spilling over Luca’s hand, gasping into each other’s mouths.
Bezz immediately starts laughing, and collapses to the side. Luca wipes his hand on his chest, catching his breath and joining Bezz in his giggles.
“Let’s shower and sleep,” he suggests.
Bezz whines but allows Luca to tug him into the bathroom. Luca delights in soaping Bezz up, running his hands across his body and lapping water from his collarbones. He loves the way Bezz laughs, and they spend too much time messing around in the shower.
When they finally get out and dry off, they tangle themselves together back in bed.
Bezz lays down and holds his arms out, and Luca lays down on top of him, face pressed into his neck.
“I’m proud of you,” he mumbles into Bezz’s neck.
“Thank you,” Bezz breathes, running a hand through his hair.
They drift into easy sleep together soon after.
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Girl vale to me sorry I am having too many thoughts
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#mine was a snowman LOL#typical midwest things#his name was octie because I loved the powerpuff girls#so he was a snowman named after an octopus
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I'm just interesting what's gonna be the result on Tumblr
#I have 13#I have teeny tiny detailed hand tattoos on one hand#I have Virgil van Dijk’s number tattooed on my wrist#I also have KACHOW#from cars lollll#it’s literally my favorite tattoo#I have 3 dots#one for each of max’s championships#my favorite is a bee though and I did that just because it’s cute
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