A Tour To Treasure
Disclaimer: This is a total figment of my imagination and any relation to reality must be a mistake.
Monaco, home to the affluent, more yachts than should be possible and temporary home to Fabian Cancellara. He sat on his bike admiring the view and waiting for the rest of the Saxo Bank team to catch up. Exuberance had got the better of him for some reason and he’d been reluctant to rein it in.
Behind him he could hear his team approaching so he readied himself to set off again. “Thought you’d leave us behind, Fabian?” Andy asked.
He started peddling again. “Not my fault you can’t keep up,” he teased.
It wasn’t long before he felt the expected gloved hand on his back as Fränk appeared beside him on this brief stretch of quiet road. He looked across and the hand slid off but soon enough it was offering him a snack which he took.
When they got closer to the hotel, he looked over his shoulder at the team behind him. “Race you back?”
“I hate it when you get like this,” Jens groused.
“Is that a no?”
“Absolutely not,” Stuart O’Grady said. “I’m going to beat you!”
“Last one back to the hotel is a rotten egg!” Fabian yelled before he took off.
“I wish he’d stop spending so much time with Cav,” Andy muttered.
Fabian waited patiently for the two Schleck brothers to get back to the hotel while the others hit the showers. When Fränk arrived back all hot and sweaty Fabian began to doubt it had been a good idea. He watched as Fränk pushed damp hair from his face before turning to say something to his brother. Andy looked in his direction once before nodding.
“Ok, ok, we all know how fast you are. It would’ve been a different story if we’d been going uphill,” Andy said.
“A rematch?” Fabian queried.
“Maybe, check with me after we’ve been over some mountains.”
Andy disappeared and Fabian was left looking at Fränk. “No smart remark?”
“Give me five minutes,” Fränk quipped.
He smiled and Fränk reached out with a gloved hand to ruffle his hair. “HEY!”
“What?” Fränk asked innocently.
The Swiss cyclist pondered his next move and Fränk put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s too late to be friendly now,” he objected.
“It is never too late to make nice.”
Fabian wasn’t sure if was his imagination or if Fränk’s tone really had become a little more suggestive when he made that comment. It had definitely been a bad idea for him to wait outside, he really had no idea why he’d bothered. This was quite possibly the worst idea he’d ever had. He turned and now Fränk was suddenly a lot closer. He watched the other man lick his lips which drew Fabian’s gaze.
Fabian suddenly became very aware that lycra was probably not the best thing to be wearing right this second given that his reactions might not be something Fränk would appreciate. It was the downside of cycling gear; it was totally useless for hiding any ‘inappropriate’ responses.
“Are you sure about that?”
His reply had been slightly more breathless than he’d like, in fact he would have preferred it be no different to how he normally replied, but given the circumstances, Fabian would’ve settled for it being less obvious. “Hmmm.”
The reply made him think of Fränk lying in bed in a post-coital haze all relaxed and pliant. A warm body Fabian would just love to wrap around and wake with the knowledge that they had stayed like that all night. Fränk suddenly looked so much closer and it wouldn’t take much to join their lips together in a kiss.
The thought made Fabian pull back hastily. He thought he saw regret in the older man’s eyes as the space between them grew rapidly. “Better hit the showers before the team meal,” Fabian muttered before leaving hastily.
Monaco, home to the affluent, more yachts than should be possible and temporary home to Fabian Cancellara. He sat on his bike admiring the view and waiting for the rest of the Saxo Bank team to catch up. Exuberance had got the better of him for some reason and he’d been reluctant to rein it in.
Behind him he could hear his team approaching so he readied himself to set off again. “Thought you’d leave us behind, Fabian?” Andy asked.
He started peddling again. “Not my fault you can’t keep up,” he teased.
It wasn’t long before he felt the expected gloved hand on his back as Fränk appeared beside him on this brief stretch of quiet road. He looked across and the hand slid off but soon enough it was offering him a snack which he took.
When they got closer to the hotel, he looked over his shoulder at the team behind him. “Race you back?”
“I hate it when you get like this,” Jens groused.
“Is that a no?”
“Absolutely not,” Stuart O’Grady said. “I’m going to beat you!”
“Last one back to the hotel is a rotten egg!” Fabian yelled before he took off.
“I wish he’d stop spending so much time with Cav,” Andy muttered.
Fabian waited patiently for the two Schleck brothers to get back to the hotel while the others hit the showers. When Fränk arrived back all hot and sweaty Fabian began to doubt it had been a good idea. He watched as Fränk pushed damp hair from his face before turning to say something to his brother. Andy looked in his direction once before nodding.
“Ok, ok, we all know how fast you are. It would’ve been a different story if we’d been going uphill,” Andy said.
“A rematch?” Fabian queried.
“Maybe, check with me after we’ve been over some mountains.”
Andy disappeared and Fabian was left looking at Fränk. “No smart remark?”
“Give me five minutes,” Fränk quipped.
He smiled and Fränk reached out with a gloved hand to ruffle his hair. “HEY!”
“What?” Fränk asked innocently.
The Swiss cyclist pondered his next move and Fränk put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s too late to be friendly now,” he objected.
“It is never too late to make nice.”
Fabian wasn’t sure if was his imagination or if Fränk’s tone really had become a little more suggestive when he made that comment. It had definitely been a bad idea for him to wait outside, he really had no idea why he’d bothered. This was quite possibly the worst idea he’d ever had. He turned and now Fränk was suddenly a lot closer. He watched the other man lick his lips which drew Fabian’s gaze.
Fabian suddenly became very aware that lycra was probably not the best thing to be wearing right this second given that his reactions might not be something Fränk would appreciate. It was the downside of cycling gear; it was totally useless for hiding any ‘inappropriate’ responses.
“Are you sure about that?”
His reply had been slightly more breathless than he’d like, in fact he would have preferred it be no different to how he normally replied, but given the circumstances, Fabian would’ve settled for it being less obvious. “Hmmm.”
The reply made him think of Fränk lying in bed in a post-coital haze all relaxed and pliant. A warm body Fabian would just love to wrap around and wake with the knowledge that they had stayed like that all night. Fränk suddenly looked so much closer and it wouldn’t take much to join their lips together in a kiss.
The thought made Fabian pull back hastily. He thought he saw regret in the older man’s eyes as the space between them grew rapidly. “Better hit the showers before the team meal,” Fabian muttered before leaving hastily.