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Pedro tipped his head back, listening as Marcha Real rang through the air. It wasn’t playing for him, but Pedro soaked it in nonetheless. Bathed it in like he bathed in the warmth of the Czechia sun. It felt sweeter than sweet being back on the podium, and twice in the same weekend too. He almost couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.
Until Marcha Real finished and he tipped his head forward, locking eyes with Fermin, the younger man smiling at him, all pride and joy. But Pedro saw what was hidden in his eyes, swirling through his gaze.
Lust.
Pedro winked at Fermin before focusing back on the podium, on the celebration, on the prosecco spraying. He soaked Marc and Bez, soaked his crew, his team, soaked the crowd. He watched Fermin collect prosecco on his fingers and lick them clean, eyes trained on Pedro the entire time.
He looked and he longed. And Pedro, in that moment, knew exactly how the night would end.
--
Pedro had barely entered his hotel room before he had an armful of Fermin, the younger man burying his face in Pedro’s neck, teeth nipping at his skin. Pedro gasped softly and buried his fingers in Fermin’s hair, desperately grinding up against Fermin’s front.
“You have no idea how hot you look when you’re dripping with prosecco,” Fermin muttered, his lips trailing a path along Pedro’s skin. Pedro whined, baring his neck for Fermin. He needed his marks, ones that wouldn’t fade overnight.
They had three weeks off, and Pedro already planned to spend as much of that time as he could with Fermin’s marks on him. He wanted it, needed it, more than he’d every thought he did before.
“Wish I was dripping with your cum instead,” Pedro gasped, Fermin’s teeth nipping sharply at his neck. He sucked on the skin, pulling blood to the surface and surely leaving a dirty mark behind. Pedro loved it, moans rapidly falling from his lips as his hips bucked up into nothingness. When Fermin pulled away, his eyes were dark, his pupils indiscernible amidst the brown depths of his irises.
“I can make that a reality,” Fermin said. Pedro pulled Fermin into a kiss, teeth biting and snagging on Fermin’s lower lip. A sharp tug at his hair had him pulling away and he whined, a breathy ‘please’ falling from his lips. “You want it, baby?”
“Please, Fer, please,” Pedro begged. Fermin smirked and knocked his knee against Pedro’s.
“On your knees then, pretty boy,” Fermin purred. Pedro dropped immediately, not caring when his joints protested, popping loudly. He curled his fingers around Fermin’s waistband, tugging his trousers and boxers out of the way with practised ease. “So pretty,” Fermin cooed, tugging his shirt off.
“For you,” Pedro said with a giggle, meeting Fermin’s gaze. Fermin rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing Pedro’s hair and guiding him forward, the tip of his cock poking Pedro’s lower lip. Pedro eagerly opened his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing Fermin all the way down.
“Fuck, Pedro. You were made for this, I swear,” Fermin groaned. Pedro moaned around Fermin’s length and started moving back and forth, tongue curling around Fermin’s cock. He sucked on the tip for a few seconds before sinking back down again, nose meeting Fermin’s skin.
Pedro continued sucking Fermin off, bobbing his head and curling his tongue in a way that had Fermin groaning and tugging at his hair. He was so wrapped up in the taste of Fermin that he forgot the true reason he was sucking Fermin off until the younger man pulled him away.
Pedro whined and stuck his tongue out, lapping at Fermin’s tip. Fermin was jerking off, one hand still buried in Pedro’s hair as he ground his teeth, each stroke of his hand making him hiss and moan. Pedro eagerly awaited the feeling of Fermin’s cum on his face, and he could tell from Fermin’s stuttering hips that he was close.
“Come on, Fer, make me yours,” Pedro said, tone low and sultry. Fermin came with a curse, streaks of cum landing on Pedro’s face. Pedro gasped and moaned softly, grinding the heel of his palm against his cock, trying to get some relief. Fermin patted the tip of his cock against Pedro’s mouth to deposit the last few drops, and Pedro eagerly opened up again, kitten-licking the tip clean.
“Perfect,” Fermin whispered as he pulled Pedro to his feet, pressing their mouths together. Pedro whined and clung to Fermin’s shoulders, desperate for release. His cock was aching, desirous, probably dripping and staining his boxers. Needy.
Fermin pushed his hand into Pedro’s shorts, stroking him only a few times before Pedro was coming, a cry of Fermin’s name wrenching itself from his throat. He panted as he slumped into Fermin’s hold, needing a few moments to recover. He was smudging cum onto Fermin’s shoulder, but he didn’t care.
“Um, Pedro?” Fermin said. Pedro hummed, refusing to move. When Fermin didn’t respond, Pedro pulled away with a frown, meeting Fermin’s gaze. He was biting his lower lip before he sighed and gestured to his cock.
Pedro’s eyes widened when he realised Fermin was hard again, cock standing tall against his stomach once more. “You’re fucking insatiable,” Pedro said, his own cock stirring to life in response. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed thickly. He tugged his shirt off and wiped at his face before launching it to one side and peering up at Fermin, batting his lashes coyly. “Round two?”
Fermin didn’t respond verbally, just hoisted Pedro into his arms and sat down on the bed, Pedro in his lap. Pedro moaned as he felt Fermin’s thick length against his ass, and he started grinding down almost immediately, breathy, high-pitched moans spilling from his mouth.
“Can,” Pedro panted, “can I ride you?” Fermin groaned and tightened his grip on Pedro’s hips, his own bucking up harshly. Pedro squeaked and dug his fingers into Fermin’s shoulders, eyes wide as he panted harshly. “Please?”
“Baby, you’re acting like I’m gonna say no to seeing one of the hottest sights in the world,” Fermin said. Pedro giggled and pressed their lips together before gently pushing Fermin back, his hands at the base of Fermin’s throat.
“Think you can avoid touching me?” Pedro asked. He didn’t want Fermin to, but he knew Fermin loved a challenge, especially when it came from him.
“Don’t do this to me,” Fermin whined. Pedro giggled and leant down to kiss Fermin, grabbing his wrists and moving his hands so they covered Pedro’s ass. He pressed back against them before pulling away from the kiss.
“Do you have any stuff?” Pedro asked. Fermin frowned and Pedro huffed. Typical Fermin, always unprepared. “Let’s see if the hotel has anything stocked,” Pedro said. He shifted in Fermin’s lap and leant towards the bedside drawers, rooting through them. He found a small bottle of lube and a condom, flinging both of them onto the bed. “Perfect.”
Fermin wordlessly picked up the bottle of lube and poured some onto his fingers whilst Pedro tugged his shorts and boxers off, kicking them across the room. He settled in Fermin’s lap again, gasping when he felt Fermin’s lube-coated fingers prodding against his rim.
“J-just do it already,” Pedro hissed. Fermin smirked up at him before pushing a finger in. Pedro whined and shifted his hips, shakily attempting to ride Fermin’s fingers. “Fuck, more,” Pedro panted. Fermin complied, pushing a second finger in and gently scissoring them apart. Pedro whined and collapsed on top of Fermin, his breath puffing out of him in ragged waves.
“I’ve got you baby, just one more finger, okay?” Fermin said. Pedro hummed and shifted his hips backwards, willing Fermin to hurry up. Fermin pushed his third finger in, and Pedro keened high in his throat, back arching at the pleasure. “So good baby, fuck.”
“S-shut up. Keep talking like that and I’ll come again,” Pedro said. Fermin chuckled and pulled his fingers free, wiping the excess lube on the bedsheets before groping Pedro’s ass, kneading at the flesh. His fingers dug in, and Pedro whimpered, biting his lower lip.
“Always knew you had a thing for praise,” Fermin teased. Pedro growled lightly and pushed himself to sit up, ignore the high blush and shining tears that lingered on his face.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, I wish you would,” Fermin smirked. He squeezed Pedro’s ass again before grinding upwards, the length of his cock hot against Pedro’s hole. Pedro whined before reaching behind him, grabbing Fermin’s length and lining it up. He slowly sank down, trembling as he felt himself being stretched further.
When he sank to the base, Pedro had to take a moment to adjust. He always forgot how thick Fermin was, how much he seemed to fill Pedro up and leaving him gasping for air. It was like a shock of lightning up Pedro’s spine every single time.
“Fuck,” Pedro hissed. Fermin soothed his thumbs against Pedro’s hips, gently rocking back and forth to help Pedro adjust. “Why the fuck did you get blessed with the big cock?” Pedro whined. Fermin chuckled and wrapped his hand around Pedro’s dick, nearly engulfing it in his fist. Only the tip peeked through, and Pedro whined in embarrassment.
“You were made to take it, that’s why,” Fermin said. Pedro growled and lightly scratched at Fermin’s chest before slowly lifting up on Fermin’s cock. He gasped slightly as he felt the length of it drag against his walls, thick and hot.
“B-but I take it well, no?” Pedro stuttered. Fermin’s hips bucked upwards, and Pedro moaned loudly, digging his nails into Fermin’s chest. He kept lifting himself up and down, ignoring the wet sounds of Fermin’s cock pushing through the sticky mess of lube.
“Wait, fuck, Pedro,” Fermin panted, “we didn’t use the condom.”
“I don’t care,” Pedro said. Red lines were scattered across Fermin’s chest from Pedro’s nails, and he smirked, digging them in deeper and scratching as hard as he could, delighting in the hiss it produced from Fermin. “Mm… you should let me mark you up more often,” Pedro purred.
“Anything you want,” Fermin muttered breathlessly. Pedro giggled delightfully before squeaking when Fermin grabbed his hips and fucked up into him. He leant back, resting his hands against Fermin’s knees. He watched Fermin assess the hard line of his body, all on display.
“Do I l-look pretty?” Pedro pouted. Fermin nodded, moaning as Pedro clenched around him. He was getting closer to coming, but he wanted Fermin to cum first, to fill him up and add to the wet noises echoing throughout the room, to the stickiness within him.
“The prettiest ever, fuck. Look at you,” Fermin said. Pedro giggled coyly and clenched around Fermin, trying to drag him closer to his orgasm. “Close,” Fermin bit out seconds later. Pedro smirked triumphantly.
“Cum in me, Fer, please,” Pedro mewled. Fermin gripped Pedro’s waist and held him down whilst rabbiting his hips up into him, fast and desperate. He was moaning and cursing as loud as he could, and Pedro delighted in knowing that anyone could walk past and overhear Pedro making Fermin feel that good.
Fermin held Pedro’s hips down with a grunt as he came, filling Pedro’s hole. Pedro gasped, his own orgasm washing over him in response. Streaks of white landed on Fermin’s stomach, and Pedro whimpered as he rocked his hips back and forth, helping himself through the rest of his orgasm.
Pedro went to pull off when he felt Fermin’s cock twitch within him, still hard. Pedro looked at Fermin, disbelief strewn across his face. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Pedro panted. Fermin shrugged apologetically, a cheeky grin on his face. “Bastard. You’re doing all the work this time,” Pedro said, acquiescing with embarrassing ease.
Fermin acted immediately, flipping the pair of them over and practically bending Pedro in half. He squeaked and scrabbled for purchase on Fermin’s shoulders, eyes wide. Fermin smirked before fucking into Pedro, hard and fast, the slapping of their skin echoing throughout the hotel room. Loud, too loud. Not loud enough, Pedro though.
Pedro couldn’t speak, only curses and cries of Fermin’s name fell from his lips, rhythmic and melodic. A symphony of pleasure. He knew he was being too loud, but he also knew Fermin loved it, loved hearing the keening cry of his own name on Pedro’s lips, loved the way Pedro went up, up, up and never seemed to come down until he was well and truly spent.
And Pedro aimed to please. (Only Fermin.)
“Fucking made for this, weren’t you? Made for me,” Fermin hissed. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Pedro whimpered, covering his eyes with the back of his arm. “Look at me,” Fermin commanded. Pedro moved his arm immediately, staring up at Fermin with a soft pout on his face. “Better.”
“F-faster, Fer, please,” Pedro whined. He laced his legs around Fermin’s torso and tugged him closer, gasping when his muscles protested, back aching from a day of riding (in more ways than one). He didn’t let go though, didn’t loosen his hold. Fermin was smothering him, pressing him into the hotel sheets, and Pedro knew they’d have to change them later, but he didn’t care.
“Come on baby, make yourself a pretty mess for me,” Fermin said. Pedro whimpered, digging his nails into Fermin’s shoulders, scratching with all his might. Fermin nailed his prostate dead on, and Pedro nearly screamed, the sound dying in his throat as cum spurted from his tip, pooling on his stomach and trickling down his sides. The hotel sheets soaked it up, turning a muted shade of white.
Fermin grunted as he came for a third time, adding to the mess slowly seeping out of Pedro’s hole. He gently tapped his knuckles along Pedro’s stomach as a warning before pulling out. Pedro hissed anyways. Fermin gently rubbed Pedro’s thighs before standing and stretching.
“We should shower,” Fermin said. He hooked his arms underneath Pedro’s knees and back before lifting him up and carrying him over to the ensuite. Pedro hummed the whole way there, gently drawing shapes into Fermin’s chest. When Fermin put him down, Pedro leant in without thinking and bit down on Fermin’s pec as hard as he could. Fermin hissed, tugging Pedro back by his hair. Pedro whimpered. “What was that for?”
“Wanted to,” Pedro mewled, eyes half-lidded as he felt his cock twitch back to life. Fermin sighed and shoved open the shower door, pushing Pedro inside before following after him.
“And you say I’m insatiable?” Fermin quipped, pinning Pedro against the wall of the shower. Pedro giggled, pressing his ass against Fermin’s cock with a delighted purr.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Pedro retorted. Fermin rolled his eyes and turned the water on, shielding Pedro from the cold spray until it finally warmed up. He turned Pedro around, pressing his back against the wall instead.
“This might be risky, but… want me to carry you?” Fermin asked. Pedro wrapped his arms around Fermin’s neck and jumped, lacing his legs around Fermin’s waist the second he could. Fermin smacked at his ass with both hands before lining his cock up and pushing in with one single thrust.
Pedro leant back against the wall, exposing his neck as he tried to take deep breaths. Fermin dove in immediately, littering marks all along Pedro’s neck, each one more vicious than the last. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but Pedro didn’t care. He watched the flex of Fermin’s biceps, felt the grip of Fermin’s fingertips digging into the meat of his ass, listened to the sound of Fermin’s moaning as he gave Pedro all he wanted.
“I love you,” Pedro gasped out. It was the first time either of them had said it, but Pedro didn’t feel like he could wait any longer. He loved Fermin, had done so for a while, and he couldn’t stop the truth of it all from spilling out of him, eager and yearning. Fermin’s thrusts slowed, a gentle rocking of his hips, as he caught Pedro’s gaze.
“I love you too,” Fermin said, smiling softly. Pedro returned the smile before tugging Fermin into a kiss, lightly kicking his heels against Fermin’s back. Fermin started thrusting harshly again and Pedro moaned into the kiss, bliss and contentment flooding his veins alongside the pleasure he felt.
Pedro came again, his mouth falling away from Fermin’s as he whimpered, the sound echoing in the shower. Fermin kissed and bit along Pedro’s chest before he came with a grunt, his teeth embedded in his skin just above Pedro’s heart. It matched the mark Pedro had given him.
Fermin gently lowered Pedro to his feet and pushed him under the spray. Pedro could hardly speak, melting against Fermin as the younger man washed all the stickiness off his body. He gently soothed his fingers over the litany of marks that stained Pedro’s skin before he repeated the motions for himself.
Turning the shower off, Pedro allowed Fermin to bundle him up in a towel and carry him to the bedroom. He quickly changed the sheets as Pedro watched him, trying to stay awake. When Fermin turned to him with a chuckle, Pedro whined, trying and failing to kick at Fermin’s leg.
“What do you want to sleep in?”
“Your shirt?” Pedro requested. Fermin handed over a 54-branded Gresini shirt immediately. Pedro tugged it on before catching Fermin’s wrist, stopping him from putting his boxers on. “Can we, um, yknow…” Pedro trailed off. Fermin chuckled, pressing a kiss to Pedro’s cheek.
“Of course we can.”
As the two slipped into the freshly made bed, Pedro sighed in relief. Fermin gently pushed into his hole again but didn’t move his hips, keeping them steady whilst Pedro adjusted to be comfortable. Pedro nuzzled back into Fermin’s arms and sighed again.
“Love you,” Pedro muttered. Fermin kissed the crown of his head and tightened his hold around Pedro’s waist.
“Love you too.”
--
When Pedro woke the next morning, Fermin was lightly shifting in his sleep, his cock still buried in Pedro’s hole. Pedro grumbled and knocked his elbow into Fermin’s rib, waking the younger man up.
“Fer… s-stop fucking moving,” Pedro whimpered. His cock was stirring to life and Pedro groaned, rolling onto his front to try and will it away. Fermin’s cock slipped from his ass before Pedro felt Fermin’s weight blanketing him.
“Can I?” Fermin whispered. Pedro nodded, hitching a leg up to give Fermin better access. “Thanks baby. I love you,” Fermin said. Pedro smiled, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as Fermin pushed into his hole once more.
“I love you too,” Pedro whispered. Fermin gently rocked his hips back and forth as he pressed kisses over Pedro’s shoulder blades and down his spine, each one featherlight. Delicate. Far more tender that Pedro used to think he deserved. Fermin had shown Pedro that he deserved softness and kindness, from the people around him and from himself. And he always made sure to show Pedro it, to treat him softly and with care, to show him respect. Pedro hummed contently as he momentarily reflected, melting into the sheets as Fermin slowly moved inside of him.
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Fermin said, his kisses now dotting the side of Pedro’s neck and face.
“You might’ve, once or twice,” Pedro responded. He winced at how scratchy his voice sounded. Fermin got a hot morning voice whereas Pedro just sounded like a gravel trap come to life.
“So pretty. Such a pretty voice,” Pedro blushed, “and pretty hair. Pretty eyes, with the prettiest body as well. I got lucky, huh?” Fermin said. Pedro moaned softly, lifting up to peer at Fermin over his shoulder. His face was puffy with sleep and his eyes were milky, but Pedro thought he looked adorable. Almost sinful too.
“Wait, let me turn over,” Pedro grumbled. Fermin pulled out, allowing Pedro to flip onto his back, before pushing in again, slow and patient. “There. Now I can see the real pretty boy,” Pedro said. Fermin smiled and leant down, gently capturing Pedro’s lips. Pedro smiled into the kiss, pure joy shooting through his veins.
“I’m close, baby,” Fermin whispered.
“M-me too,” Pedro whimpered. His eyes were fixed on Fermin’s, admiring and staring, capturing the tiniest details in his memory. When Fermin hissed softly, shooting his cum into Pedro’s hole, Pedro moaned gently and followed after him. Fermin slumped down immediately, capturing Pedro’s lips once more.
“So perfect,” Fermin muttered, lips mere inches from Pedro’s. Pedro smiled and gently carded his hands through Fermin’s hair.
“I try.”
“And you succeed,” Fermin praised. “Do you have any idea how proud of you I am? Seeing you up there, after the hellish start to the season you’ve had? If we weren’t together before, I definitely would’ve said something yesterday.”
“Should’ve said it anyway,” Pedro giggled. “In front of the cameras. Let everyone see how much you love me.” Pedro wasn’t being serious, but Fermin smiled down at him anyways, genuine and sweet, the smile he saved just for Pedro.
“If you wanted me to, I would’ve,” Fermin said, shrugging slightly. Pedro rolled his eyes fondly, curling strands of Fermin’s hair through his fingers as he pulled him in for another kiss, tender and loving.
“I’d rather keep you all to myself.”
--
Pedro could feel the many pairs of eyes on him. Assessing, watching, searching. Everyone had figured out why he had a limp, why Fermin was cheesing like an idiot, why Pedro’s neck was a mottled mess of purple and red bruises. They’d have to be an idiot to not know.
“Did… something happen between you two?” It was David Alonso who spoke, a wide, toothy smile on his face as he peered around Marc’s arm. Mischief swam in his eyes and Pedro hated how much it reminded him of Marc, of Fermin. Pedro shot David a glare that had him giggling and darting back over to Maximo and Dani, the two immediately turning their attention towards him with attentive eyes and soft, adoring smiles.
“You’re so mean sometimes,” Fermin said, shaking his head fondly. Pedro glared at him as well, ignoring the look Enea was attempting to give him. The older man pointed to his neck and tilted his head, darting his eyes back and forth between Pedro and Fermin. Pedro flipped him off before tugging up the zip of his jacket and turning his back on Fermin.
“You’re the mean one here,” Pedro grumbled under his breath.
“And who bit whose chest first?” Fermin said, draping an arm over Pedro’s shoulders, lightly leaning his weight on him. Pedro huffed and shuffled forward, smirking to himself when Fermin cursed under his breath, nearly falling over. He felt an oddly domestic bliss settle in his bones and he smiled at how sweet it felt.
Sweeter than sweet.