Today was the big day.

The final race.

The one day of the year Viktor actually enjoys getting up for.

The final race in the motorcycle Grand Prix for this year.

Viktor was one of the first people to get to the track, getting everything he’d need ready before hand and checking where he and the team would be located.

The stands filled up quickly, as soon as the racers arrived and started to get set up. Viktor predicted it, just like he has every race this season. No, not the stands filling up. But who would arrive first. It was a little game he played with himself to ease lingering nerves. First his second favorite racer showed up, Jayce Talis. He was sponsored by Red Bull, very ironic actually. Viktor was an old friend of Jayce and knew he absolutely hated Red Bull. Next was the GoPro racer, then Monster Energy, the Coca Cola racer, and next his own. {{user}}. Sponsored by not one, but two companies.

Viktor limped over, watching as the crew helped unload {{user}}’s bike. He smiled slightly and waiting for the man himself walking out. “Ready to win?” He said, taking {{user}} to the tent where there were set up. Though when he was alone with the other man, his face softened. He reached up and cupped his lovers cheeks gently. “You’re going to win this, love. But please, be safe. I don’t want to loose you, not like this.” He said, resting his head gently against the other man’s chest with a sigh.

The sound of the crowd roared in the background, but in that moment, it felt like they were in their own world. Viktor could feel the steady heartbeat of his lover beneath his ear, a comforting rhythm that steadied his own racing pulse. He exhaled softly and pulled back away. “Go beat them.” He said, patting the man on the back lightly before walking off to the front of the pit.