exomeme | part two hundred and twenty one

part two hundred and twenty one

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theme: sports (professional cycling au)
sehun focused, vague sexing (didn't have time for porn)

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Sehun barely greets the roaring crowd, mind still reeling from the everything that had taken place that day. Midway up the first climb of the day a pile up of bikes and their riders brought down most of the peloton. All the race favorites had gone down: Contador, Schleck, Froome. Sehun kept riding, Team Europcar didn't have an overall contender. 'Follow Voeckler!' his coach had yelled in the earpiece. Sehun dug deeper than he ever had that day, followed his teammate over every climb. The final climb, Col du Lautaret, was brutal. The gradient was steep, the pace brutal. Voeckler safely defended the polka dot jersey that day and had let Sehun take the win of the day. Twenty two, barely tested on the world stage, and he had won a stage on le Tour de France. But more than that...

Sehun finally remembers to smile and grins widely as the podium girl helps him slip on the maillot blanc, the white jersey. He is now the best young rider in the race. Sehum doesn't feel the barely pressed kisses to his cheek from either girl but the flowers thrust into his arms irritate his nose. There is no way he’ll let himself sneeze in front of all the cameras focused on him. Sehun waves at the crowd for a few more moments, basking in the warm welcome and cheers from the mostly French crowd. He stumbles off stage, can't stop the bow as he passes Alberto Contador (the current race leader and previous winner of the tour). Being the only Korean for hundreds of miles is hard sometimes but professional cycling is not a common or popular professional sport back home, he's the first from South Korea to make the Tour. A teammate once nudged him the direction of the only other Asian on the Tour and Sehun had explained in broken French that no, he didn't speak Japanese.

Sehun's legs give out before he gets to the hotel that night after eating the dinner his coach picked out for him. He sits in the shower for too long and lets the water fall on his head, unwilling to move. He barely scrubs the shampoo in his hair, the mint scent makes his scalp tingle and wakes him up enough to stand up. Towel wrapped around his waist, Sehun collapses on the bed.

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Rest days are a blessing. Sehun gets to sleep in til ten before lazily making his way to breakfast. He stuffs himself with fruit, indulging in a fried egg and a croissant, and tosses in a few comment when prompted by his teammates. They try their best to include him, communicating in a mix of English, French, and the little Korean he's taught them.

"Sehun, your masseuse today, he is... different." His coach says after the easy ride the team takes outside the town.

"Different?"

"You'll see."

That in itself is odd. They have a team masseuse. He’s doesn't think it's another team joke like the time in Italy when his masseuse was actually a prostitute. Sehun takes the stairs to his room, eager to change out of his lycra suit, and skids to a stop when he enters.

"Hi!" Sehun gurgles on his response. The young man had greeted him in Korean, a sweet smile on his lips. "My name is Yixing and I'll be handling your massage today. I actually know a rider on Team Saxobank from this one time I backpacked across Europe and..." Sehun tunes out, eyes trailing down Yixing's frame. Soft brown bangs fall over kind eyes, fingers curling around the hem of a loose thin tshirt, and skinny jeans cling just right to his thighs. "...so here I am. Do you want to get started?"

"I'm going to take a quick shower. I was just out riding."

"I'll be waiting."

Sehun showers in record time but makes sure to scrub well. He's about to rubbed down by a very attractive man and he doesn't think smelling will help him get Yixing's jeans off. Sehun walks out of the bathroom in just his towel, sauntering over to the table Yixing has set up. He hops on and fixes the towel over his upper thighs and groin, nodding when Yixing asks if he's ready. Yixing works in silence for a while, fully concentrated on Sehun's calves. His fingers pressing firmly with the occasional soft brush as he pulls back is unnerving. But worst than that is the loose plain tshirt Yixing is wearing. The neckline is low and wide, falling ridiculously open as Yixing leans over Sehun's body. Sehun gets glimpses of pale toned skin. He’s just gotten a quick flash of nipple when Yixing straightens up, hands pausing right above Sehun's knee.

"Your tan lines are intense," he laughs, drawing a finger across Sehun's thigh wear tan skin meets his naturally pale skin.

"No matter how much sunscreen I wear I tan like crazy."

"It's kind of..." Yixing drags a nail across the tan line and a shiver runs down Sehun's spine "Interesting."

Yixing goes back to work, hands slipping further and further up Sehun's thighs. He's used to massages, they're a necessity as a cyclist, but having Yixing's soft fingers knead firmly in his thigh is making Sehun's calm front unravel quickly. Yixing keeps the conversation moving he works on the next leg. Sehun takes comfort in the familiarity of his native tongue, lips quirking up at Yixing's cute accent, but he has a hard time responding to Yixing's questions when he’s trying to mentally will his growing erection away.

"All done!" Yixing grins, stepping back to let Sehun swing his legs around and sit up. "What are your plans today? Top secret cycling stuff?"

"Actually it's siesta time. I've earned it."

"I saw you race yesterday," Yixing's fingers wrap gently around Sehun's wrist. "Congratulations."

cycling au that's definitely a first gj anon

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