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“Fancy seeing you here.”
Valentino slips him a smile as Marc settles next to him, forearms leaning against the railguard of the balcony he just joined.
“In this exact spot or at the ceremony?” Valentino asks after taking a sip from the glass in his right hand. Definitely a Spritz. Marc can’t help his frown of disgust and he doesn’t miss Valentino’s answering amused face. It does make Marc wish he’d come out with a drink of his own, something to keep his hands busy. He shrugs and Valentino answers, “I’m here for Bez.”
Marc nods, a small part of his mind wondering if Valentino would have still been here otherwise or if he’s just lucky that one of Valentino’s boys won the championship on the year where Marc decided to retire. He could only finish 5th in the standings this year but the FIM officials had wanted to do something for him, a little tribute he couldn’t not attend, hence his presence at the gala tonight.
“I suppose I can congratulate you too, while we’re here,” Valentino adds quietly. Marc knows that Valentino still travels a lot but his accent sounds stronger anyway. “You managed to stop before me, I was kind of surprised when they told me.”
“No one is going to beat that record of yours, don’t worry,” Marc chuckles. “My body wouldn’t let me anyway.”
He can feel Valentino’s eyes on him as Marc very consciously rubs his shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, tonight, but, well.
“At least you got a 9th title.”
“Didn’t get a 10th, though.”
“Didn’t get a 10th.”
Marc almost expects the word “karma” to leave Valentino’s mouth but it doesn’t. Instead they just share a look that means a thousands things at once. It’s been well over a decade since 2015 and they’ve both grown too much to still care like that. Marc’s not sure when they both made their peace with the situation, probably not at the same point in time, but the result was the same.
Valentino takes another sip from his glass and Marc can’t help but watch his throat works as he goes about it. It hasn’t been long since he last saw Valentino -after all, Valentino still owns a team and always tended to be on circuits a couple of times per season- but it has been some time since he last saw him from up close, since they last talked, even.
Of course, Valentino’s face bears the marks of time, lines on his forehead and at the corner of his eyes, scars that Marc knows weren’t there back when they met. His eyes are still a piercing blue that Marc could get lost in if not careful.
A lot of things have changed with time but Valentino is still handsome, Marc will never be able to deny that.
“I found Fabio and Tony making out in a dark corner when I left the bathroom earlier. I almost told them about the room,” Marc eventually says, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
There is a smile at the corner of Valentino’s lips when he turns his face in Marc’s direction.
The room. That quiet place that Valentino knew basically everywhere, the original one in Jerez or the other one in Valencia, for once they started doing the FIM awards there.
In 2014, that’s where they have sex for the first time after making out in a pretty similar to now balcony, too hungry to make it to a hotel room first (but that’s where they continue the night for round two, and then round three in the morning).
The following year, no hotel, just those four walls, harsh movements, bruises, hate sex to the very core of its definition.
In 2016, they’re in a better place. The sex is more fun, less rushed. It almost makes Marc believe that they could go back to the way things used to be. Except they don’t, the moment just existing outside of their usual timeline.
Valentino isn’t here in 2017 and Marc pretends that he doesn’t miss him. He might drink a little too much but he’s 24, he can survive a harsh hangover, whatever.
In 2018, Marc almost thinks it’s not going to happen. Dovi keeps sending him questioning looks because Marc apparently looks troubled for half of the night, his eyes trying not to land on where he can see Valentino flirts with other people. It’s not like they ever promised each other the awards were their night but it stings anyway. Valentino catches him before Marc leaves. He almost wants to say no out of principle but there is one squeeze of his wrist and Marc is gone, following Valentino’s footsteps mindlessly.
“Why didn’t you?” Valentino asks. “Did you want to have it for yourself tonight?”
Marc can’t read Valentino’s voice and it throws him off just a little. Instead of the witty answer he could come back with if Valentino wasn’t so close to him right now, Marc says, “They’re big boys, they can figure themselves out.”
He doesn’t know how they got to stand so close to each other, they weren’t touching from shoulder to hip when Marc joined Valentino earlier. It makes Marc feel on edge, electricity running through his veins.
That should be the part where he asks the question back to Valentino. Do you want the room for yourself tonight? But Marc doesn’t have it in him to ask, doesn’t have it in him to learn the answer.
From the corner of his eyes, Marc can see Valentino’s glass being discarded to the side and then, the tiniest bit of movement.
Marc doesn’t know if he shivers from the coldness of Valentino’s hand against his cheek or the tenderness of his thumb when it sweeps against Marc’s jaw.
Valentino leans down and Marc meets him in the middle, one fist going for Vale’s shirt, bringing them closer together. Melting into the kiss is second nature, opening up for Valentino’s tongue as easy as coming back home.
They say old habits die hard. Maybe they can be just a tiny bit immortal when they’re about something you wished for for a long time, something that became part of the best thing in your life for a good while.
Marc is a little breathless when they break apart. He feels a self-conscious about his grip on Valentino and after releasing his dress shirt, he taps Valentino’s chest two times in a false attempt at smoothing down the fabric.
“Still the best kisser in the world,” Marc teases once he’s done with Valentino’s clothes and ready to look him in the eyes again, the words out of his mouth before he truly processes them.
Valentino chuckles. “Trying to sweet talk me into your bed, Marquez? You know I’m better than that.”
Marc blushes, the cold of the wind a stark contrast against his warming up cheeks. The current between them hasn’t snapped with the kiss, it’s still there, low and keeping them together. There might be the hint of an offer behind Valentino’s words and Marc isn’t sure what to do with it just yet.
“Don’t worry, I would never call you easy. You’ve never been anything close to easy.”
“Good thing you’ve never liked easy, though, Marc. Right?”
Marc thinks he might turn even redder. He huffs a laugh before setting his eyes back on the landscape under him, his thoughts going haywire inside of his brain.
Being kissed by Valentino on the night of his retirement felt like closing in a circle, the end to something that began right with his carreer, simmering in the background all along.
Marc doesn’t know if going further means strengthening the buckle of the circle or starting a new line in a whole different direction.
He doesn’t mean to spiral. His heart might have just hopped onto a rollercoaster but it’s fine, he can handle that.
Marc couldn’t say how long the silence stretches between them but it’s not uncomfortable, Valentino’s presence still a nice radiating warmth by his side.
It eventually gets broken when Valentino detaches himself from the railguard, hand grabbing Marc’s left wrist.
“If you want to know if I’m still the best in the world for some other things, you know where to find me,” Valentino says with a sweep of his thumb over Marc’s pulsepoint.
It sends goosebumps down Marc’s spine and Valentino has his back to him, almost out of the balcony, when Marc calls for him. “That was horrible. The opposite of smooth.”
Marc can hear Valentino’s chuckle echo in the night and then the last words he addresses to Marc before slipping back inside. “Good thing you’ve always been easy for me, then.”
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hey guys this is your reminder to TAKE CARE OF YOUR MOUTH AND TEETH‼️‼️‼️‼️
your teeth are so incredibly important! no one wants dentures! please remember to brush your teeth twice a day as well as floss, scrape ur tongue, and fluoride!!
if you are brushing ur teeth twice a day, YAY! :D but it’s not enough! flossing is very much needed, cavities can still form if you don’t floss. fluoride helps strengthen ur teeth so they can be big boys and prevent tooth decay and further problems! i cannot stress this enough, TAKE CARE OF THEM‼️‼️‼️
not only does all of this help your teeth to be sturdy and healthy, it most certainly helps with bad breath! just brushing your teeth only helps so much, and most the time it doesn’t work, especially if you haven’t been very good with it. flossing gets all the gunk and plaque off your pearly whites that are makin’ things smell! this is also where scraping your tongue comes in. bacteria lives on your tongue too! no one wants it! so make sure to get a tongue scraper, im sure your dentist has some so don’t be afraid to ask! scraping your tongue can help immensely with bad breath, especially if you floss, brush and fluoride along with it!
REMEMBER‼️‼️
you must do ALL of these if you want to ensure a healthy mouth! you can’t just scrape and brush, or brush and fluoride, etc. all steps are incredibly important! GUYS‼️‼️ CAVITIES AND CROWNS ARE NOT FUN‼️‼️ THEY ARE EXPENSIVE‼️‼️ and to add on top of all that, you feel great afterwards! I’m always happier and feel much cleaner after taking care of my teeth, and you will too! who doesn’t like knowing their breath is fresh and their mouth is healthy?
i know it can be hard, especially when your trying to form the habit. i struggled myself for a long time, only recently really coming down on my teeth hygiene. but it’s so worth it!! just try your best and DON’T take breaks for a night! that is what kills the habit. just imagine how nice and clean your teeth will look without all that gunk in between them!!
if you don’t believe me, my dad is a dentist and runs his own practice. I’ve learned from the very best! he works with patients who have cavities left and right, he’s worked with smokers, etc. if you guys have any questions, go ahead and ask, I’d be happy to get an answer from my dad for you! :D
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my wisdom teeth are out! here's the tale before i forget thanks to the little loopy juice...
i had to sign my initials on a lot of lines and my name on a paper in a little room. the younger lady went over everything and i could almost feel the sedation working it's magic because i was so nervous! :o
in the operating room, i lay down on a long cold chair with a blanket underneath and on me. both were very soft! the younger lady was in the room. she put on a big blue bib (like the ones you get for cleanings but apron-like) and wrapped a blood pressure thing on my left arm and a little plastic finger thing. i could feel my arm and finger's heartbeat (like in 'elf'!).
then the dentist and assistant came in and asked if i was feeling ok. of course i was silent because i was nervous af but they said it would be fine.
i had a little white mask on my nose that relaxed me. i breathed as deeply as possible so i could get it over with (and i had to keep my mouth closed), but it still took some time to start getting sleepy. the scent was kind of like bubble gum but it was relaxing! my lips tingled first and then my arms/the finger heartbeat numbed once the dentist put the iv in with a wrappy thing and some cold stuff (i didn't look at it because that would be even scarier!). it was put in twice because i clenched the first time, but the second was easier thanks to my numb arm.the needle felt very poky! a flu shot but a tad longer (and less pleasant with bruises afterwards)
i felt numb and a little sleepy but my eyes were open probably the whole time. the dentist and ladies said i'd do ok as they looked over me and i relaxed. they were so nice! :)
the dentist took out the new iv and one lady gave reassurance as she put two red cotton swabs on the sides of my mouth. that helped me feel no teeth pulling at all! i just heard the dentists say dental jargon.
i focused on the queen song playing as the light shone over my head. it was a little hard to focus on it at first, but i kept my eyes on the center, which helped me think of other things like my stories (and typing this experience out). i didn't see what the dentists were doing or feel my numb mouth open! it went by fairly fast for me (probably 20ish minutes, but the pulling took an hour! :o
(edit: i was at the dentist's office for an hour in total and the pulling took around 20-30 minutes so i was right!)
i was gauzed, wheeled out and typed this all out in the car. i feel ok besides besides the gauze in my numb mouth making it's hard to talk, there's a dry mouth swallow that's moistened up at home, numb thicc lips, a lessening numb tongue, a poke where the iv bandage is, slightly heavy walking and too many typos to count! no crazy loopy gal here! ;)
so if you're worried about getting your wisdom teeth out, that's perfectly ok! it's a different experience for everyone (some are super confused, others have a lot of pain after and there are so many videos with people saying stupid stuff, so it's nerve wracking to hear other experiences!), but i hope this makes you feel better about the doom :)
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