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Jonas had just lost the tour, he knew that perfectly but honestly, if two months ago someone told him that he would be fighting for the victory until stage 19, Jonas wouldn't have believed it. As much as he still wanted to win and was sad about losing the title, he knew he had given his best.
When crossing the finish line Jonas couldn't help but look for those eyes. And he found them, his gray eyes, which looked at him full of concern. Jonas tried to smile, tried to convince Tadej that everything was fine and that he didn't need to worry about him but Jonas knows that his smile completely failed to demonstrate any kind of emotion, it was dry and completely fake.
Tadej didn't have time to react as he was already being pulled into interviews and more interviews. Jonas sighed, all he wanted now was to disappear into the youngest's arms until he forgot everything around him, everything that happened and everything that is about to happen. The pressure on his chest and shoulders constantly increased and Jonas fell onto the handlebars of his bike, unable to hold back the tears.
He felt his teammates' hands on his back, comforting him, telling him they were proud of him. Jonas knew they were proud, at one point he was too but it still hurt. Everything about his body hurt. Jonas stayed like that for a few more minutes until he felt a familiar hand go around his waist, pulling him away from his handlebars and leaning him against his shoulder.
“Jonas" Wout says, his voice full of concern. Jonas's desire to cry only increased more, he didn't deserve Wout. The oldest was so worried about him, Jonas could swear that the Belgian was capable of anything to make him happy. “Come on, let’s go.” Wout takes Jonas's hand back to his bike and pats him on the back. "Follow me."
Jonas followed Wout to the massage area. While they waited for the physiotherapists to arrive, Jonas watched Wout on the phone, completely oblivious to what was going on outside, laughing every now and then.
Wout put down the phone and Jonas saw a familiar figure run into the room, he stopped near Wout and gave him 3 kisses on the lips, then ran back out. Wout laughed and Jonas lifted the corners of his lips, trying to force a laugh.
"You are crazy. They're going to catch you someday." Jonas says looking at Wout.
“To be honest, I think we will come out to our teams soon. It's hard to pretend you don't love someone. In the eyes of the public it's easy to hide, they only come to us in races, a moment of individual focus but otherwise it's difficult. I want them to know that I'm happy with Mathieu, that he's the love of my life and that he's the one I've been in love with for so long." Wout says looking at Jonas who mumbles something and looks at the ceiling.
“Jonas?”
"Hmm"
"Do you want to tell me what happened Wednesday, with Pogi?" Wout asks quietly and sees Jonas nod his head.
“He met me outside the hotel, I couldn't sleep and I went to get some air, so did he. when we were going inside he noticed he forgot his room card” Wout laughs, Pogačar could easily be a meme. Jonas smiles too. "there was no one at reception so I told him he could sleep with me, obviously I wasn't going to leave him on the street. Then when we were in bed he kissed my scar and-"
"he did what?" Wout says in disbelief
“yes. Then he said he was afraid he wouldn't see me again after the accident and I couldn't help myself and kissed him "Jonas says embarrassed.
“YOU kissed him?” Wout’s head was sppining, he would never believe that Jonas would take action to kiss someone, not even Jonas would believe it.
“Then we kissed until we fell asleep. I don't know what happened, I don't know what we are, I don't know what I feel or what he feels, I don't know if I'm putting too much trust in this, I don't know anything, my head is spinning." Jonas says taking hands to head.
“Jonas, you have to be calm. Things don’t happen overnight.” Wout says.
“I know but… I don’t know how to say this. I am…?Um. Stuck to him? Maybe that." Jonas says, closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly.
“God Jonas, your completely in love.” Wout says laughing.
Jonas snorts, maybe he was.
“Maybe I am.”
The oldest smiled. Soon the physiotherapist arrives and Wout and Jonas end the conversation
Already in the hotel room, Jonas stared at the phone, he didn't know what to do. His finger wandered over Tadej's number, he wanted to call him but he knew Tadej was probably very busy after winning the stage and practically having one of his hands on the trophy.
Jonas turned around and buried his face in the pillow. What a shit time to fall in love with someone, especially your biggest rival. Jonas felt tears form in his eyes but before they fell he felt a knock on his door. He cursed Wout, why wouldn't he just go in?
Jonas got up with great effort and opened the door.
“Tadej?" Jonas looked amazed before pulling Tadej by his sweatshirt into the room. “What… How are you here?" Jonas says, patting the youngest on the shoulder.
“I needed to see you, baby.” Jonas smiled at the nickname and felt half of the weight on his shoulders disappear. “I'm worried about you.” Tadej says, wrapping his arms around Jonas's waist and burying his face in his neck. Jonas took a while to absorb everything but soon he ran his arms up and down the Slovenian's back.
“How did you get in here?”
“Well, the truth is I have a secret. I'm an FBI agent in my free time.” Jonas laughs. "I went into the hotel and waited for the receptionist to leave, then I went to the computer and saw your room number."
“God Tadej, that is probably illegal." Jonas says smiling hugging Tadej for a while. “I’m okay.” Jonas whispers with his chin resting on the younger's shoulder, calming him down.
“You were crying.”
“It was emotions, sometimes we need to cry." Jonas says, continuing to caress the other's back, who raises his head to look at the Danish
“I would prefer you to cry in my arms." Tadej confessed in a whisper, his bright gray eyes fixed on Jonas' crystal blue eyes, who couldn't help it and brought his hands to the Slovenian's face and kissed him. Jonas opened his lips weakly and Tadej caressed his lower lip with his tongue.
“You stink.” Jonas says laughing in the middle of the kiss.
“I didn’t take a shower, I ran here.” Tadej takes his hands to the hem of Jonas's shirt and lifts it, caressing the skin that was previously hidden. Jonas shivers. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Of course.” Tadej presses a few more kisses to Jonas' now swollen mouth and disappears into the bathroom. “Wait,” Jonas says. “Don't you need clothes?”
“Yes, I almost forgot” Tadej returns smiling.
Jonas shakes his head from side to side and gives Tadej a change of clothes.
“Eww, a Jumbo Visma sweat. This clearly wasn't in my plans." The Slovenian says, grimacing, making a disgusting face
Jonas threatens to beat him and Tadej sneaks into the bathroom, locking the door. Jonas laughs before taking off his shirt and walking to the window. The sun was almost setting behind the enormous mountains of the Alps. Tadej's presence had completely nullified any of the horrible feelings he felt after the race and he was grateful for that.
Jonas still found it strange that his biggest rival was the person who made him forget all his problems but he knew he could get used to it. Tadej was beautiful inside and out, caring and careful off the bike and sharp and determined on it. Jonas didn't understand what Tadej saw in him, he didn't understand how someone loved by everyone had eyes for him.
Suddenly he felt a brief warmth settle on his back and strong but delicate hands wrap around his waist, stopping at his stomach, against his skin. Jonas placed his hands on top of them and felt soft, wet kisses being pressed on his shoulder. Jonas completely collapsed under Tadej's touch and closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side.
Tadej took the feat as an offer to kiss the oldest’s neck and did so, brushing his lips lightly until he kissed the sensitive surface. Jonas sighed and let out a small moan that made every hair on Tadej's body stand on end, and he sucked lightly on the area, leaving small marks that he knew would disappear the next day.
“Tadej…” Jonas says stunned.
"Hmm"
“I need you.” Jonas whispers. "Please, I need you to touch me."
Jonas's words went straight to his dick and Tadej cursed himself for the effect the older man had on him. Despite this, he complied with Jonas' request and gently ran his hands down the Danish body until he reached the end of the shorts, pulling them down along with his underwear. Jonas' hard cock popped out and Tadej turned Jonas around and took him to the bed where he asked the oldest to lie down.
Tadej got on top of Jonas and left a trail of wet kisses from his neck to the beginning of his intimate area.
“I’ve always wanted you like this.” Tadej says looking into his eyes before grabbing his dick, but Jonas stops him.
“Wait." Tadej watches Jonas pick up the pillow next to him and stack it with his. “I'm sorry but I need to see you, I need to look in your eyes.”
Tadej smiled and takes Jonas' cock into his mouth . It's wet and hot and Jonas fights the feeling of closing his eyes against the desire to watch Tadej suck his cock. Jonas unconsciously pushes his hips up, making the tip of his dick hit the back of Tadej's throat, who chokes. The oldest mumbled an apology and Tadej continues, feeling Jonas's thin fingers pulling his hair. Tadej's gray eyes finally meet the ocean in Jonas' eyes and damn, the Danish thinks he could cum right now.
He can see tears forming in the corners of the youngest's eyes and small bits of spit on the corners of Tadej's lips. Jonas feels his legs shake and his belly start to get hard.
“Tadej… I-i think I’m gonna cum.” Jonas says with some difficulty but Tadej doesn't move away at any point, he just goes deeper, choking on Jonas's cock hard, making the oldest deposit all his cum in the Slovenian's mouth, who swallows it all and lets go of Jonas's cock with a delicious crunch.
Jonas was breathing deeply when Tadej left kisses all over his body again until he reached his mouth, kissing him slowly, so Jonas could also taste his cum . Jonas makes Tadej lie down on his side and removes the towel that is almost loose from the Slovenian's hips, revealing his very hard dick. Between kisses, Jonas takes his hand to the inside of Tadej's thighs and caresses them lightly with his fingertips, feeling the other tremble with pleasure.
Jonas slowly surrounds the youngest's dick with his fingers and begins to make slow back and forth movements with his hand.
“Jonas please." Tadej begs and Jonas turns sideways, coming face to face with Tadej. His hand begins to move quickly around the other’s cock and Jonas sighs as he looks at Tadej who is rolling his eyes of pleasure and moaned uncontrollably.
The Danish came forward and captured the youngest's lips again, muffling his moans, without ever stopping the firm and fast movements. A few seconds later, Jonas feels Tadej shake and tighten his muscles, showing clear signs that he's going to cum.
“Cum to me, Tadej." Jonas says and Tadej cums, smearing mostly his belly but also Jonas's who rises and puts his mouth on the youngest’s body, licking all the viscous liquid present on the Slovenian's attractive body.
Now, they were both tired and didn't have the strength to get up, so Jonas just took the dirty sheet off the bed and used it to clean himself, then passed it to Tadej and put him on the floor, pulling the comforter up.
Tadej adjusted himself and laid his head on Jonas's chest, surrounding him with his arm and caressing his waist. Jonas took a deep breath and kissed Tadej's damp hair.
“Jonas.” Tadej called
“Yes.”
“I think I ’m in love with you." Tadej whispers, a hint of fear is clear in his voice.
“I think I’m in love with you too” Jonas whispers back a short time later.
I love you was what Jonas really wanted to say but he could perfectly leave that for another time. He didn't intend to let Tadej get away from him.