What Sibi Sees
Rating: Adult
Pairings: Marcel Seiberg/Andre Greipel
Summary: Sibi has a secret that his team leader is happy to indulge
Disclaimer: None of it is true, just the product of too much internet and not enough sleep.
Marcel Sieberg hears the slamming of the bedroom door and put’s down his paper. That was quick he thinks, but then, this is Andre, never short of the ability to pick someone up for their games. From his position on the balcony and the strategically placed mirrors, he has a perfect view, he doesn’t recognise Andre’s partner, but from the dark skin and exuberance, he has to be a young Spanish domestique. Sibi makes himself comfortable, his hands grip the arms of the chair, he doesn’t allow himself to touch his cock while he’s watching, that comes later, he set’s himself strict rules while he’s watching. He doesn’t like Voyeur it’s so dirty he thinks, he prefers Watcher. Andre quickly strips the young Spaniard, Sibi admires his physique, it’s not as perfect as Andre’s is but then no one’s is. Sibi licks his lips and leans forward, Andre is sucking the Spaniard’s cock, he’s such a lucky boy, Andre is the best cocksucker in the peloton and he should know. Sibi grips the arms of his chair, the Spanish boy is coming, he bites his lip to stop himself groaning aloud. Andre is licking the come from his lips, Sibi mirrors the action, he admires the Spaniard’s body, toned, tanned and used to physical exertion. Idly he wonders if the boy is Valverde’s sex slave or maybe Anton’s, he certainly knows how to enjoy himself. Sibi slumps into his chair and subconsciously opens his legs, Andre has stripped off his clothes and is now rimming the Spanish boy, he mustn’t touch himself, he really mustn’t but the sight in front of him is so tempting. Sibi’s attention is now solely fixed on Andre’s body as he starts to fuck the Spaniard. He watches the muscles in Andre’s thighs tighten as he changes position. He watches his trapezius and deltoid muscles working as his body slams into the Spaniard’s, Andre has a beautiful body, he could watch it for hours. On a bike, while he’s fucking someone, in the shower, even as he sleeps, he loves watching Andre. Sibi watches in fascination as sweat trickles down Andre’s spine, his finger traces the pattern it makes down the arm of the chair, wishing he could run his fingers down there. Sibi watches the muscles in Andre’s arms contract as he grips the Spanish boy’s hips; he knows he’ll be coming any minute now. He see’s Andre’s body spasm as his orgasm steamrollers him. He watches as the Spaniard comes, his come splashing high up his chest. Sibi leans back in his chair, his cock is hard and painful, he breathes deeply, calming himself down, he hopes that Andre uses that Spanish boy again; the show they put on was one of the best he’s seen in a long time.
“Did you enjoy that?” Andre asks,
“Very much” Sibi replies,
“You can come in now,” Andre commands. Sibi does as he’s told; Andre is still naked and sitting in an armchair. He stands in front of him, waiting for instructions. The game is played this way, the way it’s always been played,
“Now it’s my turn,” Andre says, Sibi nods and removes his clothes. He kneels at Andre’s feet and begins to stroke his cock, he sigh’s at the relief of finally being allowed to touch himself. He watches Andre watching him masturbate. Andre pat’s his thigh and Sibi lays his head on Andre’s lap, nuzzling his thigh muscles, licking, nipping, biting as his hand moves faster. Andre runs his fingers through Sibi’s hair and he whimper’s with pleasure. Sibi looks up imploringly at his team leader. Andre strokes his face,
“Come for me” he says. Sibi nods, his orgasm has been building deliciously slowly, a few more tugs on his cock and it breaks over him. Sibi mewls at the pleasure his orgasm brings, come spurting all over his hands and stomach. Andre tilts his face up and kisses him softly,
“Thank you” Sibi murmurs.