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“I’m not taking him, mamá,” Marc sighs, wiggling his foot into his left shoe. Álex is leaning over the banister, pouting down at him. Marc is pointedly ignoring him, knowing that one lip wobble will have him caving.
And he cannot show up to his date with his baby brother in tow.
“Marc, please,” Roser says, appearing in the kitchen doorway, towel in her hands. Marc looks up at her, immediately regretting his decision when he feels his resolve slip. It’s not made much better when he sees Álex’s pleading eyes. He looks away, biting his bottom lip, before picking up his phone.
“Let me update Pecco…” Marc huffs out. Álex whoops behind him and sprints down the stairs, throwing his arms around Marc’s neck from behind, his weight nearly toppling the older boy over. “Get off, you’re heavy,” Marc grumbles. Álex laughs loudly but doesn’t move, his cheek squished against Marc’s shoulder.
Marc:
I’m so sorry, baby, there’s a complication with our date.
Pecco:
Everything okay?
But also same.
Marc:
Mamá wants me to bring Álex.
I tried to say no but she won.
I’m sorry.
What’s up with you?
Pecco:
No way.
Mamma wants me to bring Bez.
Should I tell her yes?
I’ve been fighting her for the past ten minutes.
Marc:
Do it. Álex and Bez can keep each other company.
Pecco:
Noted.
Can’t wait to see you x
Marc:
Can’t wait <3
─ ୨୧ ─
“Is that him there?” Álex asks, voice echoing and loud as he points at a random passing boy. Marc hisses at him and grabs his arm, tugging it down.
“It’s rude to point,” Marc grumbles. “And lower your voice, people are staring.” Marc scans the crowd, looking for Pecco and his brother. Marco, or Bez as most people called him, had been adopted into the Bagnaia family at a young age and had therefore grown up with Pecco and his sister. They were equally as close Álex and Marc, and no one really questioned the two of them.
“Sorry,” Álex whispers, curling in on himself as he cuts through Marc’s thoughts. Marc sighs and wraps an arm around his shoulders, tugging his brother into his side and lightly tapping a knuckle against Álex’s jaw. Álex grumbles before giggling softly. “I think I see him now.”
Marc snaps his head up, eyes instantly finding his boyfriend. Pecco smiles at him, shy around the edges, before he gives Marc a small wave and turns to his brother. Bez is clearly nervous, biting on his lower lip and dragging his feet as he follows after Pecco. Álex is shifting next to him and Marc resists the urge to sigh at how awkward this entire date is going to be.
“Hi Marc, hi Álex,” Pecco says, kissing Marc on the cheek in greeting as Bez slides into the booth, settling opposite Álex. Marc smiles sweetly at his boyfriend before turning to Bez, not wanting to seem rude.
“Hello Bez. It’s nice to meet you. This is my brother Álex,” Marc says, cheerful and kind as he gestures to his right. Bez looks up, eyes falling on Marc before skipping over to Álex. His eyes widen and his cheeks blush pink before he looks down, a small ‘hi’ falling from his mouth. It’s squeaky, his voice cracking on the singular syllable. Marc looks at his brother, a giggle threatening to burst from his mouth when he spots the matching pink hue lining Álex’s face.
Pecco must have made the same connection because he stands up, offering his hand to Marc with a soft smirk on his face. “We’re gonna get food. Do you want your usuals, or are you gonna be difficult and switch it up?”
Bez and Álex’s head snap up in sync, eyes wide and panicked. Álex shuffles down the booth but Marc holds a hand up, stopping him from moving further. “It’ll be quicker and easier if you two stay here. Just chat.”
“About what?” Bez grumbles. Pecco sighs and shakes his head, face buried in his palm. Marc rubs his thumb over the back of Pecco’s hand, squeezing lightly before focusing his attention back on the two younger boys.
“You both like MotoGP. Talk about that,” Marc shrugs before tugging Pecco away, fixing his brother one last sharp look. Pecco giggles as he follows after Marc, the sound pure cotton candy sweetness to Marc’s ears.
“We are thinking the same thing, right?” Pecco whispers as Marc taps away at the order board. He curls into Marc’s side, nosing at the side of Marc’s head. Marc hums and closes his eyes momentarily before forcing them back open.
“I’m thinking our brothers like each other,” Marc starts. He finishes tapping away before gesturing at Pecco to take over. Pecco shoots him a look that has Marc rolling his eyes. “I’m paying. Now get to work.” Pecco sighs and gently nudges Marc aside, tapping at the screen. “I’m also thinking we should play matchmaker,” Marc whispers, kissing Pecco’s cheek.
Pecco flushes softly before nodding his head. He finishes tapping away before letting Marc take over once more. “I think Bez is gonna take more work than Álex,” Pecco says. Marc taps his mother’s bank card, humming at Pecco’s words, before grabbing the receipt and guiding Pecco over to the waiting counter.
“How are they getting on?” Marc says, peeking over Pecco’s shoulder to glance at the two boys. His jaw drops when he sees Álex on the other side of the table, showing Bez something on his phone. No tension sits between them, the two clearly happy as they talk together. “Turn around, oh my god,” Marc whispers excitedly.
Pecco turns and he gasps. “Oh my god…” He whispers. Marc starts hitting at Pecco’s arm, giggling excitedly over what he sees. Pecco smiles at him softly before leaning down to kiss him, just a short peck. Marc hums softly, cheeks turning a gentle pink, before he giggles and presses his forehead against Pecco’s chest.
“You’re the cutest,” Marc says, words muffled by the Ducati hoodie Pecco almost always wears. Pecco chuckles above him, the sound willowy and sweet, before he presses a kiss to the crown of Marc’s head, his fingers stroking over Marc’s back.
“I think you’ve got that role sorted,” Pecco responds. Marc huffs and pinches at his hip before jolting when their order number is called. They share a giggle before grabbing their food and returning to the table.
Neither Álex nor Bez look up when Marc and Pecco return so Pecco slips into the booth first, settling opposite Bez and pulling Marc to sit opposite Álex. The two boys look up then, cheeks bright red like they’ve been caught doing something illegal. Marc and Pecco exchange a look before giggling.
“Go back to your discussions,” Marc says, grabbing the food and sorting it out. Álex thanks him with a big grin and Bez mutters a small ‘grazie’ before the two go back to chatting, familiar MotoGP terms falling from their lips.
Marc and Pecco exchange another look before digging into their own food, conversations about school and their assignments falling from their lips. Pecco’s in the middle of complaining about his engineering work when Marc leans across and kisses him, smiling into the kiss when Pecco sighs and responds eagerly.
“Ew!”
“Gross, Marc, gross!”
Marc and Pecco pull apart, glaring at their own brothers. Álex giggles and Bez turns to look at him, enraptured. Pecco chokes on a laugh next to him and Marc tears his gaze away, lightly knocking his fist against Pecco’s spine. When his boyfriend can breathe properly again, he smiles at Marc, leaning in to kiss him once again.
“Seriously! Pecco, you promised!” Bez grumbles. Pecco pulls away with a huff, flipping Bez off before leaning back in his seat and chewing slowly on a fry. Marc pulls his phone up and quickly snaps a photo, Pecco catching him seconds too late. Marc sticks his tongue out when Pecco lunges for his phone and Pecco rolls his eyes, the action betrayed by the goofy smile on his face.
“You two are so gross,” Álex grumbles. “Can me and Bez go to the arcade?” Bez flushes softly and turns to face Pecco, biting his bottom lip. Pecco sighs and reaches into his wallet, pulling out a handful of notes. Bez messily shoves the money into his jeans before clambering across Álex’s lap and tugging at his wrist.
“Come on, let’s go!”
“Wait, I need money too!” Álex squeaks, face crimson red and eyes skittish. Marc shakes with laughter as he watches Bez grumble and stomp his foot. He produces some notes and passes them over before shooing the two boys away.
“Have fun!” Marc calls after them. Álex grins at him over his shoulder before frowning when Pecco yells after them.
“Don’t get in trouble!”
“You’re dating my brother! You know how much trouble us Marquezes are!”
Marc falls into laughter again.
─ ୨୧ ─
Marc presses closer to Pecco’s side, watching his boyfriend effortlessly control the claw machine. His breath hitches in his throat when Pecco latches onto the plushie Marc wanted, the claw carrying it all the way over to the exit slot.
“You did it,” Marc cries, tugging Pecco into a kiss, hands sinking into his dark curls. Pecco squeaks into the kiss, body tense, before he relaxes and kisses back. They part seconds later and Pecco snatches up the plushie, holding it out to Marc.
“For you, amore mio,” Pecco says, cheeks pink as he avoids Marc’s gaze. Marc blushes and clutches it to his chest before barrelling straight into Pecco’s, hiding his warm face. Pecco chuckles softly and cuddles Marc closer, pressing a gentle kiss against his head. The two sway in place for a few moments before Marc pulls back, fanning lightly at his overly warm face.
“We should find our brothers and maybe think about heading home,” Marc says. Pecco hums in agreement and links their fingers, the two walking around the arcade, looking out for traces of neon yellow and pastel blue. Marc opens his mouth to speak when Pecco gasps, pointing forward with their entwined hands. Marc follows his gaze before gasping as well, eyes widening at the sight before him.
Álex has Bez pressed against a wall, their lips connected, and his arms around Bez’s waist. Bez’s arms are around Álex’s neck, and he squirms on his feet, trying both to create distance between them and close the gap. Marc can tell the kiss is messy and erratic, both too inexperienced to do it better, but neither seems to care.
Marc and Pecco share a look before Marc steps forward, coughing and clearing his throat. Pecco giggles quietly behind him before Marc raises his voice. “Álex Marquez Alenta, what on Earth do you think you’re doing?”
The two split apart instantly, Álex whirling around with wide eyes, a squeak falling from his mouth when he spots Marc and Pecco. Marc raises an eyebrow as Álex stutters, words dying on the tip of his tongue before he finally manages to spit something out. “’M sorry. Please don’t tell mamá and papá.”
“Bez?” Pecco prompts. Marc has to fight down his smirk, glad that Pecco is playing along with their silly little big brother game. Bez flushes bright red and looks down, scuffing his sneaker-clad toes along the floor. He huffs before looking up again.
“He started it.”
“No I didn’t!” Álex jolts up, whirling around. He splutters before prodding at Bez’s chest. “You kissed my cheek first.”
“Yeah and? You put your lips on mine first!” Bez shouts back. Marc sighs and pinches at the bridge of his nose before whistling sharply, the sound slicing through the air. Both boys startle and turn back to their older brothers, guilty expressions on their faces.
“Did you want to kiss each other?” Marc asks. Both boys nod, Álex reaching out to link his pinkie finger with Bez’s. Pecco’s fingers curl around Marc’s, squeezing once before disappearing. Support. “Then that’s okay. I’m happy with you two being together as long as you’re happy.”
“Really?” Álex asks and Marc nods. He barely has time to react before he has his arms full of overgrown teenager, Álex sobbing thank yous into his neck. Marc chuckles fondly and brushes his hand up and down Álex’s spine.
“You’re so stupid. You really think I’d be upset about you kissing Bez, huh?” Marc murmurs. Álex whines into his neck before pulling away, wiping his tears with his sleeve. Marc chuckles again and ruffles Álex’s hair.
Behind Álex, Marc can see Pecco and Bez talking, the younger boy clearly still anxious even as his brother soothes a hand through his curls. The conversation wraps up soon enough though and the four group together again, Bez and Álex avoiding each other’s eyes.
“We should get going,” Pecco sighs. Marc frowns and links his hand with Pecco’s, the pair following after Bez as he leaves the arcade, Álex behind them. It’s silent for a few minutes, the cool night air rushing over Marc’s skin. He sighs and leans up, pressing a kiss to Pecco’s mouth.
They have to part eventually.
“Text me when you get home, okay?” Marc whispers. Pecco nods and steals one last kiss before turning and joining Bez, the younger boy leaning against the wall behind them. Marc sighs and turns back to Álex, smiling at his brother. They manage only a few steps before they hear someone running up to them from behind.
Marc turns and pauses, watching as Bez sprints at them full speed. He steps back just in time, Bez diving into Álex’s arms and pulling him down for a kiss. Marc turns to look at Pecco when his boyfriend slings an arm over his shoulders, both of them smiling and giggling at the boys in front of them.
“Can I take you on a date?” Bez spits out, the words rushed and hectic. Álex splutters for a few seconds before giggling and throwing his arms around Bez’s neck, a rushing chant of yesses falling from his mouth. They part after a few seconds and Álex kisses Bez again before shyly stepping away.
Marc turns and kisses Pecco one last time, mumbling a goodbye against his lips, before they separate again. Marc watches as Pecco throws an arm around Bez’s shoulders, before linking his arm with Álex’s and walking home.
Álex hums happily the whole walk back.
─ ୨୧ ─
Marc:
Álex has just divebombed into my bed and started rambling about Bez.
Save. Me. Now.
Pecco:
Hah, you think Bez has left my side since we got home?
Too busy rambling on about Álex to notice all the looks mamma and papà are giving him.
Marc:
Kinda glad we had to drag them along today.
Pecco:
Agreed.
I miss you.
Marc:
I miss you too.
Francesco is cute but it’s not the same.
Pecco:
Francesco?
Marc:
The plushie you got me today.
I named him Francesco.
Pecco:
Is your window easily accessible?
Because I need to come and kiss you right now.
You’re literally the cutest person ever, Marc, what the hell?
Marc:
There may or may not be a tree ;)
Also, you’re cuter.
Pecco:
I’m on my way.
And no I’m not.
Marc:
Can’t wait <3
(And yes you are)