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Wout. Who else could be a better lead-out man than this guy? Olav took fourth consecutive stage win thanks to all this amazing train. He won some races this year but those left a special feeling. How else could it be, knowing a champion like Wout Van Aert was your domestique? Olav felt proud, ecstatic. He was team leader, race leader, won stages. And Tour of Britain was not over yet.
Give back to your teammates what they gave you. Olav knew cycling traditions, we race as team and the winner thanks his guys. Could be a gift, money, work for them on another race or something else. Teammates with benefits. Olav had done stuff many times before, sometimes a little embarrassed but with all seriousness. A wank, a blowjob in a locked room. Good boy, Olav. He was apparently good at that.
After dinner riders retired to their rooms for some free time before sleeping. It was the first time ever Olav got Wout as roommate - the guy was snoring a bit but Olav was putting on earplugs. They got along well, Olav liked how reserved Wout was, how Wout did not talk about weird things in the middle of the night and left the bathroom clean. Being roommates with Wout was easy.
"What a feeling," Wout hugged Olav as soon as the door was closed, "was nice to see you win again."
"Sure," Olav laughed into Wout's shoulder, "you did such a fantastic job once again."
"Didn't expect that but I really like to ride for you. Almost as good as my own victories." Wout stepped back, offered a warmhearted smile to Olav. "You have something special, Olav. Not only as a sprinter, I'm sure you can ride all types of races. You have a bright future ahead."
"I mean- thank you Wout. For being my lead-out and for that. Your words mean a lot."
"It's just the truth. Everyone can see that."
Olav got another hug then went to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth, Olav thought that tonight was a good time to thank Wout. Four wins in as many days, the guy deserved a good treat - what would Wout want? Olav didn't know Wout well enough to know what sexual things he liked, had a vague feeling that the guy might be into some bdsm stuff but what about teammates thanks. Olav rinsed his mouth twice, put his toothbrush away.
In the room, Wout began to discuss about tomorrow's stage. The plan was simple, Edo ahead of Wout and Olav like the previous days then Wout would attack while Edo and Olav block the other guys in the last corners to get a few seconds. They were now riding for Wout for the GC.
"So," the room fell into silence at the end of this race discussion, "how can I help you to relax?"
"You don't have to," Wout put his hand on Olav's shoulder with a compassionate face, "I'm not the kind of guy still doing this old tradition. Really."
"No," Olav pondered his words as Wout withdrew his hand, "I mean in my opinion thanking my teammates is a normal thing. I know I don't have to do this way but it suits me. I would like to express my gratitude, please let me do it properly."
Wout stared at Olav for a pretty long time. Olav blushed, Wout had this deep and intense gaze, you could not remain impassive to its attractiveness. Was burning.
"Get naked," Wout finally said.
This was an unusual command. Other guys asked Olav to kneel down and suck or did not order anything but waited for Olav to do stuff. Get naked, Wout's words. Nudity was not a real problem for Olav, he got used to changing on the bus with the guys around and trusted Wout enough that things did not go beyond his consent. Olav undressed, his t-shirt then pants and briefs. Was not problematic for Olav to get naked but quite embarrassing to be here with Wout's eyes on him.
"If anything bother you just say it," Wout was still looking at Olav's body, "won't do anything you don't want."
Wout came closer. Olav could feel his breath, smell his shower gel. Jeez. The guy was even sexier up close. Long eyelashes circling dark, expressive eyes. A stubble on a strong, chiseled jawline. Hot peaked cupid's bow lips. Wout was very, definitely attractive.
"Olav," Wout asked, lifting Olav's chin. "OK?"
“Yeah, sure,” Olav looked at the ground, embarrassed to get a flushed face.
The brown carpet wasn't interesting to watch so Olav looked up, Wout's face blurred because the guy was too close. Olav's heart quickened, is he going to kiss me, indeed Wout's lips pressed softly against his. Olav blinked twice before closing his eyes, surprised to be kissed like that. Wout cupped Olav's face, gave him another deeper kiss. Olav hesitated where to put his hands, finally leave them on Wout's hips and kissed Wout back.
Wout touched Olav's body. His neck, his shoulders, his arms. His back, his chest, his belly. Olav felt hot, Wout's hands all over his upper body. It did not happen like with other guys, here it was erotic, sensual, Olav did not feel useful but desired. Wout touched and kissed Olav like he was a person and not just a random guy offering his favors as thanks. It was real. So real that Olav was dizzy.
“On your knees,” Wout whispered against Olav’s lips.
Olav knelt down. He watched Wout's fingers undo his zipper then lower his underwear and how, with his large and powerful hand, Wout gave himself a few strokes. Olav opened his mouth and leaned down, taking the full length of Wout, not quite hard yet. Wout's fingers caressed his hair, Olav concentrating on his breathing now that Wout reached his throat easily, his hands resting randomly on Wout's thighs. Olav was never quite sure what to do with his hands, thought using them in addition to his mouth was fine but surprisingly a lot of guys did not like that, they preferred Olav to be totally submissive, on his knees with their cock in his mouth. Wout seemed to like Olav moving on his own.
“Stop,” Wout commanded, almost a whimper. "Stand up." Offered Olav a hand to pull him to his feet.
Wout's cheeks were red like after a difficult climb - was cute and hot, Olav would like to kiss them. What was happening here was not that teammates with benefits thing, Wout's dark eyes showed raw, intense desire. Wout took off his clothes quite quickly. Olav had seen Wout's body before but never noticed how dark his nipples were, how the scar on his hip disappeared beneath his underwear. Olav shivered when he saw it completely, imagining the horrible pain of the wound that had cutted Wout's flesh, of which only this impressive single trace remained, this lifelong mark on his skin. This scar was part of Wout. And Wout stood in front of Olav in his proud, glorious nakedness.
Lips pressed together, Wout laid Olav on the bed. Olav stroked Wout's back, traced his sculpted shoulders, messed up his unruly hair. The weight of Wout's body moved on him, light, their legs tangled to better let their crotch fit together. Wout kissed Olav's jaw till his shoulder, teased his hard, red nipples. Olav panted, biting Wout's neck. He was on the edge, trembling. Wout slipped his hand between them, working their dicks roughly. They were all moans and groans and then breathless.
They needed a moment to get fine, side by side in the soiled sheets. It was better than anything Olav had ever gotten with other guys, really, Wout had desired and loved his body, made him come in a pure act of selflessness. Olav couldn't help smiling, happy in his afterglow.
"Are you ok," Wout was also smiling when he turned his head to Olav.
"Yeah, it was.. very enjoyable, Wout."
"Sure, you're fucking good."
Olav laughed, climbing on top of Wout in his sweet euphoria. They looked at each other for a moment then kissed, Olav's fingers in Wout's hair, Wout's hands on the back of Olav's neck. It was sweet and wild, Olav let himself fall into it.
“Need a shower,” Wout sighed against Olav’s lips.
"Get it first," Olav pulled his face back to catch Wout's gaze. "I can wait."
“You're a kind boy with the old man I am."
"28 years old! That not old, Wout."
"Almost 29," Wout ran his fingers through Olav's soft hair, smiled warmly. Olav loved the wrinkles in Wout's eyes when he smiled. "You born in the 2000s. Probably never used Windows 2000 or diskettes."
"You could show me how diskettes and Windows 2000 are working."
"Unfortunately I threw away my old PC years ago. I miss old games."
"But it can work on modern hardware, right? Just need to change some BIOS settings."
"Oh," a spark lit up in Wout's eyes, "do you have some knowledge about programming or coding?"
"Not really, I know some programming tricks but don't code."
"A bit surprising knowing you barely use social networks."
"Social networks are boring.. but, dude, you don't exactly look like a geek either," Olav laughed.
"Yeah, well, it would be my job if I wasn't cyclist."
"I know. Read some interviews and Wikipedia things."
"Do you?"
"Yeah. Wanted to know everything I can get about my teammates."
"Such a serious lad," Wout teased.
"I always was, like, out of my age.. if that makes sense. You know, the weird guy being out of step with his generation." Olav rested his chin on his palm, unsteadily, his elbow on Wout's chest. "You're sort of offbeat as well and I prefer older guys."
Wout's smile faded into a melancholic, serious face. Olav wondered if he had said anything weird or wrong, what the hell was happening to Wout? Was it because he said Wout was offbeat? Damn, could Wout have experienced any type of harassment because he was an introvert kid or liked computers? Olav was worried, did I say something that Wout didn't want to hear?
"Wout," Olav put his hand on Wout’s cheek, "did I say something wrong?"
"No, Olav- I don’t want you to thank anyone else like that again, never,” Wout said. Olav looked at him with a little awkwardness, did it mean what he thought it did.
"You mean," Olav deliberately left the words hanging.
"Yeah. I can't get Windows 2000 source code but let me learn yours, Olav Kooij."
Then after that day, no other guy was Olav's teammate with benefits.