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It was late in the evening, a day after the race in Baku. Lance was sitting on his bed, trying his best to bandage his wrists.
He might have overdone it yesterday because his wrists hurt unusually more since he woke up this morning.
The pain alone wasn't his only problem though. It was very limiting. Lance couldn't really do anything that involved moving or twisting his wrists around, which is quite a lot of things.
As for now, one of the tasks he couldn't accomplish is, well, taking care of his erection. Lance unfortunately got a hard on at the worst time possible.
He did try to take care of it but instead of pleasure he felt the sharp pain caused by his hand's movements. He also tried to wait it off but it's been about ten minutes and he hasn't gotten any softer.
So he decided to make an emergency call.
Fernando was in the shower when his phone rang. He was looking forwards some peace after his busy day but apparently somebody really needed him at 9PM, as the person calling wouldn't even let him finish without making his phone ring three times in a row.
Fernando walked out of the bathroom to grab his phone. He was surprised to see the Canadian's name on the display but picked up without hesitation.
"Yes, hello Lance?" Fernando spoke as he rised the phone to his ear.
"Hey," Lance answered immediately.
"It's past your bedtime, what made you call so late?" Fernando joked. There was short silence from the other end as Lance couldn't quite figure out how to form his question.
"I'm sorry but I could really use your help right now." Lance said finally. That alerted Fernando a bit. "Has anything happened? Are you alright?" he asked, worried Lance might've hurt himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just need your assistance for a bit?" Lance said hesitantly.
Fernando promised Lance to be at his door in a minute and stormed to get dressed.
Fernando was told the doors were unlocked so he didn't even bother knocking and went straight into Lance's room, looking around to find his target. Fernando reached the bedroom and found Lance sitting on the bed with a corner of the blanket thrown over his lap. He wasted no time and went to kneel on the bed, facing Lance in front of him, asking him of he's okay. Lance smiled nervously and nodded.
"What's the issue here?" Fernando asked. Lance looked down to his poorly bandaged wrists. "My wrists hurt." he said. Fernando let out a soft "Your wrists," and gently took a hold on them. Not grabbing, just loosly putting Lances wrists into his own hands. Lance felt their warmth.
"Do you want me to help you bandage them? Is that why you called?" Fernando looked up to meet Lance's eyes. Lance shook his head in disagreement. "They're fine," he said "I have, uh, a different problem."
Fernando raised an eyebrow at him. "Well? What is it?"
Lance didn't know how to ask. He couldn't just straight up ask for a handjob, could he?
"Listen, you don't have to agree on anything, okay?" Lance started. "I wanted to ask you, if you could give me a helping hand with," Lance slid out of Fernando's loose hold to tug on the blanket and get it off of his lap, which caught Fernando's attention, so he looked down.
Fernando froze for a moment. He was currently staring at Lance's lap. At Lance's clothed erection.
Oh
Lance nervously looked at Fernando, who's gaze was still stuck on his lap. Lance cleared his throat to catch the other man's attention. Fernando's head snapped up, looking at Lance's face now.
"As I said, you don't have to do anything, I was trying to do it myself but as you know, my wrists hurt and you were the only one I could think of but-" Lance started explaining hurriedly but was stopped as Fernando rose his hands between their faces and shook his head. "No, no, is fine, really," He said, trying to sound cool but he too couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
They were just looking at each other, none of them knowing what to do or say next.
"So," Lance stretched out the word. "are we- are you," he pointed between them. "Eh, yes, yes, I'll help you." Fernando said awkwardly. "You can, uh, lay down, maybe? Make yourself comfortable." Fernando suggested and Lance hesitantly scooted back a bit to lay down, eyes on the ceiling. Fernando tapped the other man's thigh to make him spread his legs so that Fernando could settle between them. And then nothing.
Lance waited for the other man to do something but Fernando hasn't moved at all. Lance rose his head to look at Fernando, who's hands were frozen mid air. He clearly had no idea how to start, so Lance reached for his trousers to take them off but was stopped by Fernando quickly taking a hold of them before Lance could even start to strip. "No, no, let me," Fernando waited for Lance to lay back down again and then finally slid Lance's trousers all the way down, dropping them somewhere beside the bed blindly.
After that, there was yet again no movement.
"What do you like?" Fernando asked after a while. Lance only shrugged his shoulders. "Anything is fine, just do something, please," Lance urged the other man. Fernando nodded to himself as Lance couldn't see him do so anyway and carefully took off Lance's underwear as well.
Lance let out a soft sound when Fernando finally took his dick and gave it a slow pump. Fernando watched Lance's face, searching for signs of discomfort. When he didn't see any, he set a slow, careful pace. Lance was biting the inside of his cheeks to keep the moans and sighs as quiet as possible, but Fernando's torturing pace was driving him insane. "Please-" Lance couldn't hold a moan in "faster," he breathed out and Fernando did as he was told. But Lance still didn't feel like it was enough.
"Feels good?" Fernando asked with a small grin. Lance could only nod his head. "Tou- touch me, more," Lance was close but needed something more to get his release. Fernando's hand hitched for a second. Fernando was thinking of where to touch him more without crossing some untold boundary. Finally he reached out with his other hand and slid it under Lance's shirt. He stroked Lance's sides, his belly, his chest, everywhere he could reach until his fingers found one of Lance's perky nipples and gave it a pinch. Lance suddenly tensed, his back arched and he came with a silent shout all over Fernando's hand and his own stomach. Luckily for him, no harm was done to his shirt since it was pushed all the way up, which Lance was thankful for. Fernando slowly stroked him through his orgasm and then withdrew his hand away completely, letting the heavily breathing man rest. "Stay still, I'll go for a towel." Fernando said as he rose from the bed and trotted out of the room.
When he came back with a damp towel in his hand, Lance was still on the bed as requested. He had his arm over his eyes, breathing back to normal. Fernando knelt on the bed beside the taller man and gently cleaned Lance's belly. He glanced over at Lance to find him looking right back at Fernando under his arm. Fernando smiled at him and Lance smiled in return. "Thank you." He said when Fernando finished cleaning him. "No problem." Fernando answered and stood up to throw the towel into the bin in the bathroom, leaving Lance alone once more.
Lance couldn't help but notice the bulge in Fernando's shorts when he came back to the room again. He was holding a glass of water this time. He pushed himself up to a sitting position when Fernando sat back down next to him. Fernando offered him the glass which Lance happily accepted and took fair three gulps, then stretched over to set it on the nightstand. Lance's eyes fell to Fernando's lap again and looked back to Fernando. "Do you want me to, uh," He pointed down with his finger. Fernando shook his head with a smile. "No, it's fine, I'll take care of it later." Lance pouted. Fernando took care of him, it's only fair to return the favour somehow. "But I owe you one." Lance argued "It wouldn't be fair to be the only one having fun." Fernando chuckled. "You couldn't even jerk off without help, what exactly would you do about it?" Fernando pointed at the other man's wrists and Lance rolled his eyes. "There's other ways to get off without the usage of hands." Fernando raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, what would you suggest?" He asked with a grin. Lance pursed his lips, thinking his options through. "Maybe," he looked down to his hands, fiddling with his fingers "you could ride me?" he almost whispered the last part. Fernando let out a long "uuh" and Lance looked up. Fernando's face was red before but now he was impossibly redder. He had such a dumb look on his face, Lance couldn't help but giggle. Fernando frowned at that and clicked his tongue. "You mean it?" he asked. Lance raised his eyebrows. Did Fernando think he was joking? "Well, yeah." he said with a shrug. Fernando hummed and scratched his chin.
"Okay then," he finally said. "I mean, to be fair, I would be lying if i said I didn't want you in bed with me." Fernando confessed. That caught Lance off guard. "What do you mean?" Lance asked and Fernando nervously scratched his neck. "I kind of like you?" he said hesitantly. "Kind of?" Lance chuckled. Fernando's mouth twitched. "Kind of." he said. Lance smiled and reached to rest his arms on Fernando's shoulders. "Well," he licked his lips. "I also kind of like you." Lance brought their faces closer. Fernando's eyes were darting from Lance's to his mouth, back and forth. "Is that so," Fernando said with a grin and finally kissed Lance. He sighed and opened his mouth to give Fernando full access.
Somewhen in the process, Lance ended up on his back again, with Fernando leaning over him. They eventually had to break the kiss to their dislike. Fernando marveled at the breathy man's face. His lips were slightly parted and puffy from the previous kissed and bites. Fernando caressed his cheek with a warm smile on his face. Lance closed his eyes and pressed into the touch.
"Is the offer still up?" Fernando asked. Lance opened his eyes. "What offer?" he answered with a question. "The ride?"
Fernando nodded. What a silly question.
Fernando was kneeling over Lance's stomach, both equally undressed. Lance was holding Fernando's sides as he enjoyed the show the shorter man was putting on for him. Fernando insisted on preparing himself for Lance, because he didn't want Lance to be in pain. Lance protested at first, but he knew there's no use trying to argue with the Spaniard. It always had to be his way.
Fernando was on three fingers now. Lance's hands were all over Fernando, wherever he could reach he touched. "Okay, I think," Fernando started "I think I'm ready." He withdrew his fingers out and slid back a bit, reached behind himself again to reach Lance's, now hard again dick and looked Lance in the eye. Lance smiled and nodded his approval. Fernando smiled back, carefully guided Lance's penis to his hole and sank down on it in one go. Lance's eyes went wide and yelped.
"Woah," he breathed out. Fernando was lookin at him with a cheeky grin. Lance was expecting everything but definitely not Fernando taking him like it was nothing. "Did- did it not hurt you?" Lance asked in disbelief, worried for the smaller man. "It did," he chuckled, "worth it, though." Fernando said and wiggled his hips, making Lance gasp. "You're insane." Lance said with a huff and closed his eyes. Fernando's grin grew wider and leaned down to briefly kiss Lance before he started slowly bouncing on Lance's dick.
Lance's eyes opened and suddenly his hands were all over Fernando again. Be stroked his thighs, grabbing his ass and squeezing.
Fernando didn't seem to mind being loud. "You have no shame," Lance managed to chuckle between his sighs and moans. Fernando grinned again and let out an even louder lewd moan on purpose. Lance reached out to caress Fernando's cheek. Fernando gently took Lance's hand and pressed a wet kiss to his palm, then one more, then another a bit lower, a kiss over the bandages and then he pressed his cheek against his palm again, nuzzling it like a cat. Lance couldn't tear his eyes away from him, like he was hypnotized. Just looking at Fernando was so addicting.
Fernando sped his pace up, managing to always hit his prostate with precision. Lance was close to coming again. Fernando seemed to be close too, judged by his sometimes sloppy movements. Lance's hands were on Fernando's pecs, caressing them, sometimes teasingly rubbing over his nipples. "Lance, Lance," Fernando chanted as if it was the only word he knew. "I'm-" Lance knew what he was trying to say. He reached down with his left hand and squeezed Fernando's leaking penis. That was enough for Fernando to come with a whine. Lance followed tight after as Fernando's insides squeezed on him, sending him over the edge. Fernando slumped over Lance, resting his forehead in the crook of his neck. Lance lazily put his hand on Fernando's back and petted him as they both came down from their high.
They lied motionlessly until their breathing calmed down. Fernando then nuzzled Lance's neck and kissed it. Lance's hand was still on the other man's back when he rose up from the warmth of Lance's chest. He gave Lance a satisfied smile and leant down to kiss his forehead. Lance giggled and moved his hand from Fernando's back to his hair. Fernando leant back and took both of Lance's hands in his, looking at the now loose bandages.
"I definitely have to redo the bandaging for you now." he said with a frown. Lance hummed and slid his hands all the way up to Fernando's shoulders and pulled him down into another kiss. "Maybe later, eh?" Lance said and ruffled Fernando's hair. "After a shower."
Fernando was kneeling in front of Lance, who sat on a stool in the bathroom. He was carefully bandaging Lance's wrist, making sure he wasn't wrapping them too tight every now and then. "You're so gentle with me," Lance stated with a smile. "When you signed for Aston, Esteban warned me about how you're a monster, how I should prepare for the worst and all." Fernando chuckled, not looking up from his task. "I'm gentle with you because I simply admire you." Fernando started. "I like you, you've been always true to me, you never forced yourself to be somebody you're not and I appreciate that." Fernando patted over the bandages and looked up with a warm smile. "I like being with you, I can be myself around you too." Lance blinked at him. "That a confession?" Lance smirked and Fernando nodded with a drop dead serious expression. Lance froze.
"Oh." Lance's heart was beatin so fast he was sure it could jump out at any moment. Fernando's eyes suddenly looked sad. Maybe even disappointed. That was when Lance realized he's been staring blankly at Fernando for a while now. Afraid he might look like he was rejecting Fernando's feelings, he quickly pulled Fernando into a hug. Fernando let out a surprised sound but returned the hug. "I like you too, sorry for taking so long to give you an answer." Lance said, urging Fernando even closer. Fernando suddenly swayed them from side to side, almost making Lance fall from the bathtubs edge. "Lance, you make me so stupidly happy." Fernando said and pulled away from the hug with a goofy smile and kissed Lance with a loud mwah. Lance laughed at that and returned the gesture, making the same ridiculous sound.
"Maybe I kind of love you, actually." Lance said, referencing their first confession. "Kind of?" Fernando chuckled.
"Kind of." Lance nodded.
"I kind of love you too."