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It was the little shy glances during press conferences that he noticed at first, sure he knew the kid looked up to him, but then that was nothing new for Valentino. Most of the young riders, including his team mate idolised him, and why not?? He had achieved so much, still achieving even now, racing the balls off his Yamaha, and sure Jorge was faster at the moment, but that was only because he needed to work on his starts, if he could just nail that, well he would be on the podium too for sure, but the kid didn’t seem to notice he was finishing behind him most races, he still looked up to Vale with those big brown eyes, nervous little touches and shy smiles, hovering close by waiting for Vale to notice him, to acknowledge him, throw his long slender arms around him to hug and congratulate him. So it was that Valentino began to notice how the hugs seemed to last just that bit too long, the kids arms squeezing just that bit tighter, his breath ghosting against Vale’s cheek, and then the big wide eyes looking up and him, holding his gaze momentarily and then looking down, biting his lip then looking back up, meeting Vale’s eyes and smiling, and Valentino was well interested, intrigued and kind of flattered. I mean the kid was stunning, warm brown eyes, chiselled features, big smile and soft brown hair, and he was talented, really talented. Valentino knew the kid was good, better than he had been at his age, special, and he was going to be world champion for sure, and in a way Vale was kind of in awe of him a bit, his youth, his talent, his enthusiasm and the way he made him feel when he looked at him was almost overwhelming. A desire to protect him, to shield him from all that he would go through, all that Valentino himself went through, to guide him to support him, but more was the desire to touch, to caress, to kiss, to shatter that innocence to take everything that the kid would give him, and that worried Valentino, it worried him a whole lot because they were dangerous thoughts and acting on them would only bring pain, and pain that he really could do without.
It was after the race at Laguna Seca, where the kid had had the nerve, the cheek the god damn balls to take Vale at the corkscrew where Valentino’s life changed. He had come to him post-race, hyper and excited, knowing that the manoeuvre would remind Vale of the time when he had overtaken Casey at that exact same spot, he had laughed and joked as Vale clapped him on the back pointing at him with his finger, mock telling him off for such a reckless move, such a reckless move that Vale himself was proud of, big grin and eyes full of adoration and mischief., and then later, when they were on the podium together, the kid had showered him with champagne, standing too close and that same look of worship in his eyes.
Walking back from the podium dressed still in sticky champagne soaked leathers Vale heard his name shouted, looking back he saw the kid running towards him, he stopped and waited.
“Valentino, Vale!!”
“Ehhh bambino!!”
Marc stopped at his side breathless,
“I’m not a kid you know!” He said pouting up at Valentino
“No……no not a bambino not anymore eh! You did good today, very good.” Marc smiled, blushed and bit his bottom lip simultaneously
“We could celebrate tonight maybe?” He said, looking hopefully at Vale, his head cocked slightly to the side, eyes questioning.
“emmmmm, maybe, maybe we could yes.” It was the least he could do, I mean the kid looked so bloody hopeful, so pretty, no, not pretty….what the hell was he thinking!! But he did, face flushed, hair clinging damply to his face, he looked more than pretty he looked stunning.
“Maybe you come to my hotel later? I take you for celebration, yes?”
Marc positively glowed, smile broader than Vale had ever seen,
“Yes, Si, I would like that, thank you Vale, I, I mean thank you for taking me and I would really very much like that.” Vale smiled, amused at the kids enthusiasm.
Valentino found himself edgy as he waited for the kid to arrive; he paced the hotel room, looking briefly at his watch every now and then, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of his t-shirt. He didn’t know why this felt such a big deal, but it was and the more he waiting the more his heart rate began to climb. By the time the knock on the door came he had nearly worked himself up into a frenzy of anxiety.
Opening the door he was greeted by the sight of the kid looking anything but kid like. He was dressed in fitted dark jeans emphasising his slim, taut figure, and a dark blue shirt, opened at the top showing a tantalising glimpse of tanned skin. Vale stared, and Marc grinned.
“Are you going to ask me in?”
“Si, Si come in, come in.” Vale ushered him into the room, feeling his face burning as he realised just how much he had been staring. Marc sat himself on the edge of the bed, for once he looked unsure, nervous as he fiddled with his shirt stroking his palms down the material in an attempt to straighten it out, shifting on the bed, feet shuffling slightly on the plush carpet. Seeing the nervousness of the kid Vale felt a little more relaxed, he wasn’t sure quite what the outcome of this night was going to be, but he was Valentino Rossi and if there was one thing he knew how to do it was to put on a show, be in control, have the crowd or even this kid at his feet.
The evening had gone well, the kid, or Marc as he now and begun to think of him was entertaining, clever, witty and funny, really funny. They staggered back to the hotel, arms draped around each other singing loudly some crappy eurotrash song they had heard in the club.
“You wanna come in; have a drink before you go?” Vale asked, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly pouted
Marc just looked up shyly and nodded, following Vale through the door and jumping slightly when he heard the door click behind him. He stood in the middle of the room watching as Vale rummaged through the mini bar and fished out two bottles of beer.
“You like??”
“Yes I like, thank you,”
Vale handed him the beer, watching intently as Marc once again initially avoided eye contact but then slowly raised his eyes to look at Vale. Keeping eye contact Vale lifted the bottle of beer gradually to his lips, parting them slowly and taking the top of the bottle into his mouth. Marc stared, transfixed by Valentino’s mouth, his beautifully wicked lips, the way his neck muscles shifted as the liquid went down his throat. Vale moved a step closer; Marc’s eyes grew wider, the room suddenly becoming unbearably hot and oppressive as he became aware of the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears. He swallowed, fighting the urge to turn and bolt for the door, he wanted this, he had wanted this ever since he was old enough to want. Watching Valentino race, how he rode his bike, how he became one with it was the most exciting and beautiful thing he had ever seen, and the more he watched him the more erotic and sexy it became. How his thighs spread either side of the tank, how his body was bent low over the bike, his arse lifting off the seat. He imagined how his cock must rub against the seat, how the fiction of leathers and bike must feel and he wanted to know, wanted to feel what it felt like. He wanted Valentino to show him everything, teach him everything, he wanted to feel Valentino against him, surrounding him, inside him, it was what he had dreamed about, fantasised about but he was scared.
“Marc” Valentino’s soft voice cut threw his thoughts, “Marc are you ok?” Marc nodded, the movement barely visible. Valentino lifted his hand and with his fingertips gently traced down the side of Marc’s face, watching as Marc’s eyes briefly fluttered shut and then reopened , pupils blown wide, lips parted, face flushed. Valentino’s hand moved to the back of Marc’s head and gently pulled him in, lips softly brushing against Marc’s, moving slowly, tentatively. Marc whimpered, his hand moving, gripping unsteadily onto Vale’s arm trying to steady himself as he fell deeper into the kiss.
Their bodies now close against each other, cocks hard and rubbing together, Marc whispering Vale’s name over and over as the sensations flooded him. Valentino’s other hand resting on the small of Marc’s back, holding him steady and firm against him as he felt the younger man’s body shaking. He deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to flick across Marc’s lower lip. Marc groaned and clung tighter to Vale’s arm, he felt like he was drowning, falling, moulding even into Vale’s body.
Vale gently pulled away, still holding onto Marc, studying his face,
“Are you ok?” He asked. Marc nodded, smiling up at him, and god but he looked so young, so fucking innocent. Vale shook himself, this couldn’t go any further, not tonight, and not when they were both drunk. If it was going to happen then he needed to be sure, sure that Marc was OK, sure that he knew what he was doing. It took all his willpower to take Marc back to his own room, Marc had protested, pleaded with him, but Vale was firm.
“I see you again Marc? Yes?” Vale looked at the young man who was leaning unsteadily against the door. Marc leant in towards him, gripping his shoulder, his lips brushing against the shell of Valentino’s ear, “I want that, I …….. I want you.”
Valentino’s stomach flipped at those words, whispered breathily in his ear, Marc’s lips gently ghosting over the sensitive skin. God but he wanted to take him, push him down on the bed, strip him naked and fuck him, make him feel his lust, make him scream his name, make him beg and plead for more, but instead he smiled, gently pushing Marc inside his room before closing the door, taking a deep breath turning round and walking back to his own.