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It pools in Dani’s gut like honey. Pol’s widened smile and the clasping of his neck. Up and down, up and down, his right hand and Dani hope he can blame the sweat on their workout.
“Did you shave here recently, it’s smooth?” Pol says off handedly.
Dani nods as Pol retracts his hand and absent mindedly rubs it on the side of his shorts. He offers to help the older man spotting and tries not to awkwardly stare down at him. In all honesty, Pol does not need a spotter especially for how light they are going today but he makes a big show.
Smiling and grunting, “I bet you could do this amount easily.”
He continues saying something about weights and how it helps you manage the bike but the blood rushing to Dani’s ears make it hard to hear.
“Don’t you agree?” Pol looks at him expectantly.
Dani swallows, “Yeah.”
There’s an all knowing look for a moment before a boisterous laugh, “Bullshit you weren’t listening!”
It’s not that Dani doesn’t like that Pol can read him, it just makes things that much harder. When he was a kid he was always told his face was hard, straight, serious, the kind of kid at the tracks that wouldn’t be invited for practice starts. He imagines Pol was the opposite, the kid with a cocky smirk who drove around on the minimoto like it was a real MotoGP, 500cc bike. Jutting out his chin with an outreached hand to anyone saying, “I bet you couldn’t beat me”
“Do you want to go riding me and you, at the Aspar circuit?" Dani asks.
It’s unsaid really that Pol doesn’t do bikes with Dani. He’s never offered and normally Dani wouldn’t. But he needs something to fill the lull. There’s an unsaid barrier that Pol is allowed to transcend, that their relationship isn’t just about the riding. Unlike everyone else who admits about constant sniffing around for competition on a circuit. Split him in two and strike him down if he admits he wants Pol to say no.
“Ah, Daniel,” He starts.
Guilt seeps through him and Dani feels suddenly like he needs to go on the treadmill again.
Pol eyes him, closely, worried, he can’t hide his emotions either, “You’ll beat me anyway.”
Dani swallows horribly tight. Like a Boa Constructor is wrapped around his lymph nodes. There’s still a feeling sinking in his gut, a need, a want, a pull.
He reaches to grab Pol by his bicep, “Are we still good for dinner?”
The Catalan beams, “Of course, you still have to show me how you’re the best off track too.”