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Vale had never been more grateful to a club for having red neon lights.
He could watch for how long he pleased and no one could’ve guessed it.
Red shadows running around his rival's body, following the lines of his abs, his pecs and arms, surrounding him and almost putting him in a different dimension in space-time.
He blamed it on the ungodly amount of tequila and vodka he consumed, the desire he felt for the younger guy, because as he always swore up and down, he was straight.
And he could only do as much as watch, because he knew that Marc was as straight if not more than him.
But watching him dance around in sharp red lights, shirtless and sweaty made something move in Vale’s heart, and not just there, because by now he couldn’t deny anymore the fact he had been having a hard on for the past twenty minutes he spent looking at the spaniard.
He tried to get up to drink, but in that moment Marc decided to grab the fucking pole and twirl and dance around it.
He was just grinding against it, crotch meeting the cold metal and moving up and down, he got as far as licking the dancing pole, starting low and working his way up.
By that time Vale was just frozen, unable to move, eyes glued to a 21 years old boy who just didn’t give a fuck if he raced dangerously on track, and just wanted the adrenaline.
And Marc noticed that Vale stared at him, it was the only reason he chose to dance around the pole in the first place.
He was drunk, high, and in need of a fuck.
And even if he was straight he couldn’t deny that the older man was attractive as fuck.
He noticed his eyes lingering on his body, so he went for more.
He hooked his thumb under the hem of his shorts and slowly pushed them as low as they got, revealing his v line and sliding down the pole watching Vale in the eyes
The two shared a stare which could have only been described by others as straight up pornographic, but luckily for them, everyone was as intoxicated as them, so it was no surprise when a guy came up to Marc and passed him a packet with white powder in it.
He grabbed it and looked at Vale, signalling him to go sit on the nearby couch.
He did it, and Marc almost crawled to reach it, then finally spoke.
“Wanna do a few lines? As the winner I really want to get wasted”
“You won just because I had tyres problems bambino, don’t think you’ll keep on doing it”
“Didn’t answer my question Vale, wanna do lines?”
“Ok, but- ” he was cut off by the younger “like Dani and Jorge did tho, in Portimao”
Vale couldn’t believe the audacity of the boy, asking to just casually remove his shirt and sniff cocaine from each other's abs.
But it sounded so fucking hot and he couldn’t deny anything more to himself.
“Fine, but I go first, I’m the best here, don’t you forget I’ve got nine titles and you three Marc”
“As you wish, we both know I'm gonna beat that record”. The smug grin that always accompanied him didn’t fail to appear this time too. this time as he laid down on the couch and passed the packet to Vale.
“It’s like two lines each, don’t be greedy” Marc said as the older one poured half the powder on his abs.
“Stay still, I don’t want it to go to waste”
Vale carefully structured the lines, then snorted the first one and without even pausing he immediately did the same with the second one.
As he finished the second he ended up mere centimetres from Marc’s face, but even if his dick tried to think in his place he kept composure and nudged the boy to change places.
Marc was more aggressive, as he was in racing, barely giving Vale time to remove his shirt, cause he was already starting the first line.
He stopped in between the twos, gazed deeply at the once blue eyes of Valentino, who were now just pools of lust and did it again.
Vale’s sight was something so sinful even hell would have rejected it, the shirtless boy reflecting the red lights surrounding them, the tension between them growing so heavy it felt like there was a whole other person between them.
“You liked watching me dance Vale? Yo pienso que si, it’s not like you can hide this any longer you know?”
As Marc spoke he trailed his fingers along the zipper of vale’s jeans, slowly getting closer to the Italian’s face
“Your fault for moving like a slut around that pole bambino”
“Oh come on stop calling me like that, I’m 21, and besides you seem rather interested in what I have to offer”
It was true, Marc was indeed 21 but that didn’t change the fact Vale was 36, and that should mean he was more mature, controlled and capable of thinking.
But in that moment, cocaine and alcohol flowing around in his system, and Marc looking at him like he was a candy and he was a starving child at fair he gave up every last thought that held him back and just grabbed Marc by the back of his neck, smashing lips together.
Marc didn’t waste time in climbing on his lap, his hands settling on the others shoulders to balance himself and dicks touching through the fabric.
That inevitably meant he moaned out loud, and the sound he made was so close to being straight out of a porn video that Vale debated whether or not he just dreamt it, but he did it again, this time when Vale pulled on his hair to signal him to separate
“You moan like a slut”
“You like it? If you want to hear it again just say so”
Once again the audacity this boy had, to just say things like that in a club when making out with him.
But Vale found that audacity extremely hot and attractive, so he pulled his hair another time, resulting in Marc moaning again.
“You moan like a slut when I pull your hair, do you like being manhandled like this? Because I thought you liked to be the one in control, didn’t you?”
Marc was quiet for a moment, but being the cocky bastard he was he headed for another shot
“I like being in control when I’m on my bike, but right now I can give up that control to whoever wants it, whether it’s you or the very handsome girl who’s watching us or even Jorge who, if you haven’t noticed, has been drooling after me since I began dancing around the pole.
It’s a race Vale, for who can claim me faster”
Suddenly Vale felt jealous. Jealous of every person who put their eyes on him, on his body, of every person who thought about having him for the night.
Maybe he wasn’t so straight after all, and maybe those “stomach aches” he had when meeting Marc’s gaze in the paddock were butterflies, and the lust he felt wasn’t due to cocaine and booze but due to the fact he reprimed himself for so long he bursted now.
And maybe Marc was thinking the same thing, eyes locked in a deep and sensual game of who would budge first: the veteran champion or the unruly new champion.
It was Vale who gave up on trying to resist, placing a hand on the young boy’s hip and pulling him closer, never letting go of his hair tho, because he wanted to hear him moan so fucking bad.
They began making out again, this time even more heatedly, touching each other even more, ears ringing and bodies seemingly fusing together.
Marc distanced himself first, moving his mouth close to Valentino’s ear, and whispered
“Shall we go to mine or yours? Or shall we forget anyone’s here and fuck on this couch?”
Even if the last offer sounded absolutely amazing Vale still had a bit of dignity, and knew that fucking in the open like that wasn’t the best choice there was, so he hinted to go to his place, and they were out the club in a second.
The whole ride to the hotel was a blur, neither of them felt like driving, so they grabbed a taxi and headed to it.
The only thing both of them could remember was the touching, hands and mouths everywhere, more intoxicating than the drugs they consumed at the club.
And the impatience they felt for one another’s body to be completely fused to their own.
Yeah, definitely not straight thoughts.
When they finally arrived at the hotel and tipped the driver they didn’t waste a single second, and rushed to the elevator without a care for whoever could be in the lobby and would witness them running very obviously to a room.
As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors were closed they were onto each other, Marc pinned in a corner with one of Vale’s knees between his legs, brushing lightly on his cock, who got harder every passing second.
The elevator stopped at the third floor and the two men walked out of it attached by the lips, stumbling their way down to Valentino’s room.
He managed to open the door after a few tries and finally they got in.
“Fuck me until I forget my name Vale”
The older man pinned the boy to the wall with one hand, looking him up and down as if he was a treat before palming his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
The height difference between the two felt almost crushing to Marc, who had to look up just to find two deep blue eyes staring at his soul and waiting to mark him as his
“You have no idea what you do to me Marc”
after he finished the sentence he started to kiss the boy again, this time sliding a hand inside the jeans and directly feeling the wet patch forming on his boxers
“V-Vale please” Marc started to moan again, those moans who made Valentino crazy and hungry for more, egotistically wishing no one before him heard them and that nobody will in the future
The man picked up the younger boy from where he was staying and rushed them to the bed, where he almost threw him on it, barely giving him time to register where he was now and immediately pinning him down and making out with him.
while he pinned Marc with one hand the other went to work with the jeans buckle, undoing it in a matter of seconds along with the zipper.
He was pretty fast in yanking off the pants too, leaving Marc with just a pair of grey boxers on and lust covering him whole.
Marc somehow managed to free one of his hands and open Vale’s jeans while also actively trying not to die while realising what they were actually about to do.
“Have you ever? with a guy you know?” asked Marc out of the blue, and Vale just nodded, wondering how the fuck did he manage to think for all this time he was straight.
His attention was quickly redirected towards Marc tho, who started moving his hands towards Valentino’s cock and making him groan softly.
“I don’t care for foreplay Marquez, I just want to fuck you into oblivion” side effect of cocaine noted, you’ll tend to say the truth with absolutely zero filters
The blush on the younger boy’s face grew, and by some god given strength he managed to remove his other hand from Vale’s grip too, switching position and ending on top of the Italian, cocks brushing through boxers and want submerging them both.
“I won but I don’t like staying still Vale, I wanna ride you until I can’t think of anything that’s not you, your hands, your lips or your body”
again, unfiltered truth.
Vale felt like if they weren’t in such a peculiar situation Marc could’ve been a poet, but right now he was going to be the death of him, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
“Then get to work bimbo, lube is in the second drawer, take it for me ok?”
Marc reacted faster than he did that day on track, quickly passing the bottle to the older man, who smirked.
“Lie down Marc, and spread your legs, fai il bravo per me mh?”
Jesus mother fucking Christ, Valentino had practically little to no regard towards his mental stability, calling him like that knowing the worship level of respect Marc felt made him short circuit briefly, until he started feeling a finger pressing lightly against his ass, circling around his rim.
He hadn’t even noticed his boxers being taken off.
“Marc if this is your first time we can just jerk off or give each other a bl-”
“No Vale, is not my first and even if it was i wouldn’t want anything different than you inside me”
He barely got to finish talking before starting to whimper because Vale started actually teasing his hole, pressing his finger more and more inside of Marc.
God if his moans made Vale go nuts these little sounds made him go absolutely batshit insane.
The overwhelming feeling of being capable of reducing a person to this was amazing, even more so if said person was your rival.
But aside from that it made him certain he was enjoying what he was doing.
Marc’s hand moved to cover his mouth, but there was no way in heaven or hell Vale would’ve let that happen, not after finding out how he sounded like.
“You’re going to let me hear you got it? If you behave and sound like a slut let me hear it at least”
At that point Marc was as red as the neons at the club, hot and horny and incapable of thinking straight
“What is it Marc? Are you shy? You were the one who proposed we fucked at the club with our friends watching”
“I didn’t- I didn’t seriously mean that! i just wanted to get you riled up so we could get out of there faster”
“All your cockiness died down as soon as I touched you, guess we found out how to break Marc Marquez, didn’t we?”
Marc was at a loss for words, and while he was about to reply he felt Vale finally pushing a finger inside him, making him whine and grip the sheets with both hands.
Eyes closed shut, sweat dripping from his chest and teeth biting his bottom lip, Marc truly looked like a masterpiece in that moment, and Vale made sure he knew, whispering it in his ear, while simultaneously adding a second finger and pushing further in.
Given their height difference, Vale naturally had slimmer and longer fingers, which could reach Marc’s perfect spot better and faster, so it was non surprise when the boy started moaning again like a porn star falling into a desperate sequence of “vale” and “god”, words which by being sai one after the other inflated the already enormous ego of the older man.
By the time Vale had used a third finger too (which was embarrassingly little) Marc looked ready to burst, but he had made a promise, and he wanted to respect it.
“Vale- oh my- Vale I’m ready I want to ride you”
The man slowly bottomed out, purposefully to make the boy whine and hear his amazing sounds.
“Be my guest” he said and parted his legs a bit, making Marc crawl to him and climb onto his lap.
His boxers were long gone, precum leaking and dick hard as a rock waiting for the boy to relieve his pain.
It was only at that moment that Marc actually realised Valentino’s size.
“Like what you see Marc?” Vale said, grabbing him by the hips and moving him closer.
“I’m not going to hurt you I swear, you can take your time”
Marc leaned in and pressed his lips on Vale’s, slowly pushing his tongue past the other’s teeth and making out with him.
“No Vale you got it all wrong, you’re gonna fucking split me open and I’m gonna enjoy it as if it’s a championship”
“You’re gonna kill me if you keep talking like this”
“Good, then it’ll be easier for me to crush your record”
They both grin before finally Vale moved his dick to align it to Marc’s hole.
Marc began painfully slowly to sink onto his rival’s cock, whimpering after every inch had gone in.
“Porca puttana Marc, when did you- aah- when did you last do this? You’re so fucking thight”
There was a moment of incertitude in Marc’s brain, but then he remembered Vale’s jealous eyes in the club, and as he reached the base of the man’s cock he spoke up
“With Jorge, one year ago in my rookie season, he was so damn good I still remember the feeling”
He knew he had gotten the reaction he wanted when he felt Vale’s grip on his hips tighten and his eyes becoming even darker and hungry.
“Are you jealous Vale? Wanted me to be your exclusive toy?” he said looking him in the eyes
“Tell you what, if you make me see stars I’ll be yours whenever you want me, only yours”
he whispered, leaning in his ear.
And vale was just a man after all, and having this barely legal twink telling him he could be his fucking property if he fucked him well enough certainly did something to him. who lifted Marc almost entirely from his lap before pushing him back down, drawing the most pornographic and intense moan Marc had ever produced.
“Joder Vale, so big fuck I want to ride you so bad” “Then move Marc, I want to see you desperate for me”
And the younger boy took that quite literally, beginning to move up and down the man’s dick like a madman, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, feeling Vale’s cock brushing his prostate every fucking time.
After some minutes his legs started giving out, trembling with tiredness.
“You’re not resting until you cum Marc, capito?” said Vale, moving one of his hands on his hips, and staring at the boy with a mischievous look.
“Y-yes Vale fuck I feel so full Vale God you are big”
“proud to hear I’m still your God'' Vale answered, a cocky smile adorning his face.
Marc lasted a few more movements before resting his head on Valentino’s shoulder and moaning out loud while coming all over the older guy’s abs, painting him white.
“Vale” and “more” were the only words he was able to pronounce by that point, and Vale smirked like a fucking villain while telling the hero his evil plan.
“I’m gonna fuck you again, but this time I am the one moving alright? Be good and take me, ok ragazzino?”
He flipped Marc’s body like he weighed nothing, lifting his hips up so that his ass was in the air.
“perfetto” he whispered, hands moving all over the boy’s ass.
Vale quickly moved and aligned himself with Marc once again, pushing slowly but relentlessly his dick inside the poor boy who didn’t have words left except for the man's name.
An infinite string of “vale” echoed in the room, as he started pounding him faster and harder, enjoying the sounds the boy produced.
“You know you sound absolutely perfect right now, yes? all il takes to you to be good and respect me is fucking you dumb isn’t it? guess I’ll have to do it more to remind you”
“yes please Vale” was the only coherent sentence he uttered, followed by more moans and pathetic little sounds.
Vale was getting closer to his release, and he desperately wanted to mark the boy somehow, to leave trace of his passage, to claim him as he did with trophies.
His hand traveled from Marc’s hip to his throat, squeezing lightly and pulling him against Vale’s naked torso, fusing them together.
“I want you to be only mine Marc, no Dani or Jorge or whoever the fuck will appear on this grid. Mine. No one else’s”
“Yes please, I want to be yours Vale”
Vale tightened his grip on the boy’s throat, then got closer to his ear “You should see yourself right now Marc, so flustered and desperate for me, what would your friends at Honda think huh? Seeing you getting fucked by someone almost twice your age? Would you feel ashamed? Of course not, you’d be too focused on feeling me fuck you senseless to realize wouldn’t you?”
Marc came again, white liquid staining the sheets underneath them, and Vale was about to too, slipping out of the boy, but Marc stopped him, he whisper-yelled “No Vale inside, I want you to cum inside me”
Was this boy even real? Vale obliged, filling his rival to the brim, groaning deeply as he did.
When he pulled out he could see some of his cum dripping from Marc’s ass, a sight so absurdly beautiful it should be framed.
Marc was about to fall asleep, but Vale, even if truly scumbag and an asshole on track, was actually a gentleman, and he rapidly went to get a warm washcloth and a bottle of water, offering them both to Marc.
“I- you can stay if you want, after all we’ve just fucked like rabbits, it would make no sense for you to just leave, mostly because I can’t pretend this never happened"
Marc agreed and nodded, emptying the water bottle and cuddling up against Valentino’s frame, who tightly hugged him until the boy fell asleep, only to follow him soon after and dreaming about the morning after.