11 Works by Turi63
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"Don't tell me Jorge did something stupid again and now you're pissed." Luca stepped closer, looking Francesco straight in the eyes. He always knew how to read him better than anyone else.
"How did you know?"
"Silly, it's written all over your forehead. In big letters: 'I'm in love with a jerk named Jorge Martin.'"
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The air in the venue thickened with energy. Thousands of phone lights glowed like a starry sky that had fallen to earth. The melody kicked in, rhythmic, pulsing, like the heartbeat of the city itself.
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"And besides," Pecco added, and his voice softened, coloured by something personal that had nothing to do with lap times. "I didn't fly across the world to watch you win pole. I came to watch you compete. To watch you fight."
"That sounds harsh," Marco pouted, pretending to be offended, but trying his hardest not to laugh. A squeezing warmth spread in his chest. "Didn't you even want to see me win? Just you wait," he raised his index finger, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "If I win tomorrow, I'll dedicate this victory to you."
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Nicolo raised his clenched fists, and the hall went into a new wave of ecstasy. He walked over to his trainer, an old grey wolf, who whispered a few last instructions in his ear while Nicolo greedily swallowed water from a bottle. Cold drops rolled down his chin onto his bare chest.
"He received the status of contender, and now the main test awaits him: is he ready to become a champion?"
"And now," the announcer's voice dropped to a dramatic whisper, and the hall, sensing what was coming, began to chant even before the name was announced. "His opponent… Toprak 'El Turco' Razgatlioglu!"
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Here it was, in his hands. On the thick cover, in elegant script, was the inscription "Summer '24," surrounded by a chaotic but endearing array of stickers, newspaper clippings with headlines about races, and the silly face of Rubik - his dog. This last touch made the cover complete, alive. Marco was terribly afraid to open it. He felt like a traitor who had no right even to look at this treasure, let alone touch it.
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"Hey, darling? What's wrong?" Pecco immediately slowed down, his voice trembling with worry. "Are you okay? Does something hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt…" Rubik sobbed. "It's just that I don't know what to do. I won't be able to ride in the Grand Prix… because I'm not Marco."
Pecco froze, looking at the road. And then at his boyfriend.
"Are you kidding me right now?""No, no, I'm telling the truth! I'm Rubik. And Marco is currently… in the dog's body."
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"I tried to help Marc when he needed it, but he needed very little help. However, many times, when I was suffering, he tried to help me in a very positive way. Marc is a very intelligent rider and we've worked very well together".
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"Hey, Pecco, what are you doing?.." he whispered, and his voice sounded too high, too vulnerable.
Francesco leaned closer, his hot whisper tickling Marco's ear. "What people are supposed to do when they play 7 Minutes in Heaven, don't you think? What's the point of this game if we just sit silently in the closet?"
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"Wait. Hold on. Are you telling me that you... haven't even had your first kiss?"
Francesco raised a finger to his own lips, pointing at them somewhat theatrically, as if hinting at the sheer incredibility of this fact. Marco flushed such a bright shade of red in response that it was visible even in the semi-darkness of the room.
"Well, I haven't, okay!" he blurted out, hiding his face in his hands. "But is it really that bad? Is no one going to love me now because I have 'no experience'?"
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It wasn't just a bad act. It was a disgrace. And even the fact that he was the championship leader right now didn't justify the fact that he had hit someone.
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"Francesco, what do you think about Marc's performance this weekend?"
Pecco looked at Marc. Then at the journalist. Then back at Marc. Marc had already started smiling suspiciously — that same smile that had cost Pecco a fortune. And that was enough.
"I'm never playing poker with him again."