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The mood in the locker room after the match is awful. The uncomfortable silence forms a thick fog that clouds every player's mind causing everyone to act like robots, their bodies numbed with defeat.
It still doesn't seem real that they just lost a game practically won in the first half at the Camp Nou.
Pedro feels tired, more mentally than physically. He left the field shortly after the break, an opposing defender made a dangerous foul and ended up dragging the cleats of his boot across his leg, the pain had been so excruciating that he swore he would be sent to the medical department again. He spent the second half of the game being examined in every way, in the end there were only scratches and discomfort, nothing serious, but he still needed rest.
Pablo had shown up to keep him company not five minutes later, sent off the field for a red card after recklessly attacking the defender who had injured his boyfriend. He knows it's not very professional behavior on his part, but it was impossible not to get revenge.
The canary is leaning against Gavi's closet, waiting for him to finish packing his things and for Lewandowski to get out of the shower. He wants to go home so bad, he didn't even have the courage to face the craziness that was shared showers.
Suddenly, Xavi invades the changing room, the coach is followed by his brother Óscar, who doesn't look very happy either. All players stop what they are doing to listen to the speech that is obviously to come, the scowl both men sport leave no room for another interpretation.
The coach wastes no time in starting to point out all the mistakes of the match, each player receives his own share of reprisals, some lucky ones like Busquet even get some praise. The whole team is amazed at how disappointed Xavi looks at that particular defeat.
After ten minutes of standing still and listening to complaints, Pedro's leg starts to bother him because he has been standing in the same position for so long. Xavi must have found his constant shifting of his footing irritating because now the brown eyes glare at him .
“You !” The coach's finger is fully extended in his direction, Pedro groans internally, he swore he could get away without hearing any criticism today. “Leaving the match claiming injury when it was really just discomfort! Your team needed you and you were looking for the easiest way to get a break.”
The words affected Pedro, he would be lying if he said no, but he would be good and keep his mouth shut. If he has a regretful face maybe he can get rid of the whole situation even faster.
“Xavi, you have no right to say that.”
Pablo is quick to defend his boyfriend, he would not remain silent in the face of the situation.
“Shut up, Gavira!” The man doesn't bother looking at the younger one, his eyes continue to glare at the older midfielder. “Pedro knows I'm right, he was so useless in today's game that it looked like we were one man down!”
Pedro is fully aware that his body shrinks more and more with each scream. He hates people screaming in any kind of situation, but especially when the screams are directed at him.
He just wants to leave. Where was Robert?
“Xavi, I think-”
“Gavira, stop being a petulant child and shut up.” The youngest's body freezes in the same instant, if he was irritated before now he was seething with rage. "Yes, spoiled brat who can't listen to criticism."
"You're talking nonsense, n-"
“I said shut up.” Xavi is losing the rest of the patience he doesn't have, the clipboard in his hand creaks with the tight grip on it. "Can't you follow a simple rule?"
"I won't keep quiet watching you-"
“Enough you two! I still don't believe it, you fail in the field and still want to argue. Where is your common sense? Don't answer , because it can only be in the ass!" The coach's face glows a red that rivals the club's color, demonstrating the hatred he feels. "You didn't think about the team, because that's what you are, selfish."
Pedro would normally let it go, he was used to scowls and scolding, he had seen many of them in his long years playing football, but he is so tired, heard so many things that the dam that contained his feelings just burst and before he could register, his legs carried him to the center of the room, mere inches from the trainer and his stupidly wide mouth began to retaliate.
"Enough! I'm tired. I am always calm, conscientious and helpful, but it doesn't seen enough. I sacrifice myself for this team to work, because God forbid me being another one of Xavi's or the team's problems. I never complain, but when I decide to think a little bit about myself I get stoned! I don't want another two-months injury coach, sorry if your mind is too small to see it from another perspective."
Pedro's body shakes with anger and despair, a great desire to cry consumes him, but he refuses to allow the tears to fall.
He wouldn't normally say these things, he would have just agreed with the scolding and kept the answer inside. But he had barely returned and was already trying twice as hard and was not recognized for it.
The locker room was silent, a needle dropped on the floor would cause the biggest bang. No one, including Xavi, believes that Pedro, sweet Pedro, had just responded in such a way.
The trainer's mouth opens and closes like a fish looking for the right words. He expected Pablo to continue looking for a fight, but not Pedro.
Picking up his bag from the floor, Pedro calmly walks to the locker room door and leaves all the madness behind. He hears Óscar calling his name demanding he to come back, but he doesn't care. He practically runs towards the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Pablo's mind continues to echo the words addressed to him. He hated being called and treated like a child, being the youngest on the team didn't make him an idiot. Anger vibrates on his skin, he accepts a lot, except being called a child. Before he notices he is standing in front of the coach, face to face.
Without Pedri to calm him down, Pablo looked like a wild beast ready to pounce on anyone who crossed his path.
“You are being a complete idiot who has no right to talk like that to anyone in this room. If you want respect, that's not how you're going to get it. Don't act like you weren't like us when you were a player!"
Busquets and Alba are already approaching the two men standing in the middle of the room. Even though they didn't want to admit it, the two shared the same explosive temper. Temperament that already danced on the surface wanting to get out, the red faces and rapid breaths prove it.
It's only a matter of time before one of the two attacks.
Standing in the doorway is Robert, the man has finally returned from the shower and doesn't seem the least bit pleased with the screams he's heard. He knows that they had done many things wrong during the match, but it is not with screams and emotions on the surface that everything would improve. Besides, the defeat was not the fault of just one player, but of the whole team.
Over the shoulder of the man in front of him, Pablo sees his boyfriend and knows he doesn't have to worry, because his eyes could look evil to others, but he can identify the warmth and protection that radiate from him when their eyes meet.
Unlike the hot climate in the locker room, the Pole brought with him an icy aura, maybe it was his blue eyes staring at the coach's back that gave that impression, or his pose that expressed total discontent, but everyone in the locker room shifts restlessly when his presence fills the room.
“Pablo, get your things and go to the car...”
Even upset, the youngest goes back to the closet to get his things before running out to catch up with Pedro.
"Out of respect for you, Coach, I won't say anything I regret." Lewandowski approached the coach so that his next words could be heard only by him. "Talk to them like that again, and I'll make your life hell ."
Pedro's shaking fingers fumble for his car keys as soon as he reaches the parking lot, it hadn't taken so long for Gavi to catch up. The dashboard lights up as soon as they are inside the car. He just needs to drive, but why can't Pedro at least put his seat belt on and start?
He should feel good after venting, so why does the world on his shoulders seem to get heavier and heavier?
His knuckles are white from the amount of pressure he puts on his grip on the steering wheel. His breath hitches, pure hatred makes his blood boil inside his veins. He needs to control himself, but he can't, his own body doesn't obey him and his mind creates tricks with the trainer's speech.
“Cariño, you are scaring me …”
Gavi. Okay, he's in the car with him. Pedri's feelings are so great that he can't even notice his scared boyfriend beside him.
“Sorry, I just…I don't think I can breathe.”
The speech despairs Gavi even more, he is not good at keeping calm to help with anxiety attacks, no matter how hard he tries as hard as possible, the feeling of being useless always remains in the end.
Thanks to some good deity, Lewandowski has just pulled into the parking lot and appears to be looking for them. The younger one is extremely quick in running towards the older one and explaining the situation.
Pedro barely registers his door being opened and his body being pulled out. The Pole's hands hold his face so all his attention is focused on the blue eyes, Robert instructs him to focus on his breathing and how the air enters and leaves his lungs.
Breathing suddenly doesn't seem complicated and Pedro finds himself getting back in control of his body. Gavi leans against the side of the car, relaxing when he sees his boyfriend well.
The canary still doesn't feel completely comfortable driving, even though he has to go back home with his boyfriend and brother, who strangely hasn't left the stadium yet.
Robert must feel his nervousness because he soon offers to drive them, after leaving Fer at home, they would go to the eldest's apartment. But Pedro didn't want anyone else thinking he was incapable of doing something so simple.
"Why? Do you think I can't drive my fucking car home?"
“No, I think you can't drive safely in this state, especially with all the reporters and fans throwing themselves at your car. ”
Pedro wants to argue and throw a tantrum even though he knows it's better to accept help. In the end, with much reluctance and puppy dog eyes on Gavi's part, he agrees to get into the backseat of Robert's car.
Pablo calls his brother-in-law as soon as he gets into the passenger seat. In a brief conversation he explains that Robert is going to take them in his car to the apartment and asks Fer to take Pedro's car back to his house. Fernando wants to know more, but Pablo is quick to cut the conversation short by assuring him that Pedro isn't hurt and that they'll be fine.
The drive up to the apartment is pretty uneventful, the Spaniards can't remember a day leaving the Camp Nou without fans throwing themselves over their car begging for photos and autographs.
“Make yourselves at home. I think you will appreciate a bath.” The speech makes the boys look at the clothes they wore, the match uniforms all dirty with grass and sweat looked wrong compared to the cleanliness of the place. "Come on, I'll run you a bath."
Robert leaves the two boys in the bedroom while he heads to the bathroom, the tub filling with warm water to help the tense muscles after the match.
The door opens just as he drops one of the bath bombs into the water. Pedro is quick to get into the tub, probably freezing to death, sitting as far away from the edge where Robert is kneeling as possible. The man hears a sigh coming from Gavi as he also notices that the canary seems uncomfortable with his presence.
Robert knows when he's not welcome, and he doesn't mind that Pedro is being skittish with him. He knows that the boy is not angry with him, but rather upset with himself and that he needs time to sort out his feelings.
Robert is quick to return to the bedroom to change his clothes into comfy pajamas for himself and sweatshirts for the two boys who have their own parts in the huge wardrobe. It all started with them forgetting clothes around the house and suddenly one drawer wasn't enough to store all the things.
Muffled voices coming from the bathroom can still be heard, which makes Robert choose to leave the room to give the two more privacy.
Following the corridor, he approaches the opening that connects the living room to the kitchen. Robert remembers the goulash recipe he always makes when he's feeling down and decides it would make a good dinner for the three of them. Warm Polish food would go down nicely after a tough night like that.
He soon takes care of separating the ingredients and starting to prepare dinner. Robert wasn't the best cook, but he took great pride in his country's cuisine and always strived to make it taste like his mother's cooking.
He hums a Justin Timberlake song while he waits for his food to be ready. Scrolling through the tik tok feed, he looked for new dances, he missed posting videos on social media, maybe he could convince the public relations team to do a challenge with this theme for the Barça channel.
His daydreams are interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of footsteps in the corridor. Soon he sees his two boys, the older one vainly trying to hide behind Gavi.
Robert notices that Pedro is only wearing his Polish national team shirt and not the clothes he had set aside for him. It warmed his heart, he loves to see the boys wearing his clothes, mainly because they are big showing their size differences.
“What smells so good?”
Pablo enters the kitchen, guiding his boyfriend to the dining table, the two sitting side by side.
"Besides me?" The question elicits a snorted laugh from both boys. “It's a Polish dish, it's like a meat stew.”
Robert scoops some up with his spoon and offers it to the youngest who moans in satisfaction as the taste hits his taste buds. The Pole takes the opportunity to turn off the stove and serve the meal for the three of them.
They eat in a silence that becomes comfortable for the first time since they got home, sometimes Pablo praises the meal and asks if he can have some more. He's never had a negative before, but he keeps asking the same question at every meal.
The doubt about who had traumatized the boy always haunts Robert's head, but the younger one dodged whenever the subject came up.
The Pole notices that Pedro is calmer, but his eyes dance between Robert and Pablo as his fingers nervously tug at the waistband of his shirt. A tic that Pedro has to show that he is nervous because he wants something but doesn't know if he can do or say it.
Noticing Robert's eyes staring at him, Pedro leaves the table before he can be questioned.
“Gavi, the dishes are yours, wash them and set the table.”
Pablo was quick to notice his intent as he quickly nodded, stacking the bowls and heading towards the sink without question.
Robert was aware that he sounded like a father when he spoke like that, but one of the ways to calm the youngest was to delegate functions and let him fulfill them, that gave him the feeling of being good and necessary, in addition to the rewards he received afterwards.
Pedro is lying huddled on the sofa, only his face illuminated by the cell phone screen is visible in the dim light of the room. Sitting next to the boy, Robert watches what he does, apparently he's on twitter seeing all the reviews of the game. He knows that the boyfriend likes to charge himself more than necessary.
"Baby, give me the cell phone." Pedro doesn't even try to resist, offering the phone to the man. "Do you want to talk about it?"
“Robert…it's true what they say, isn't it?” His fingers twitch restlessly and his eyes refuse to stay still. “Xavi was right, I am selfish!"
“You know that's not true, amor.”
Before Robert can register, Pedro launches himself towards him, his arms encircle his neck as he climbs into his lap. Robert leans back, resting all his weight on the sofa so that both, he and the boy, are comfortable in their new position. His long fingers infiltrate the black hair, performing a light caress.
Lewandowski feels the body on top of him progressively relax until Pedri's head finds support on his shoulder, warm breath bouncing off his skin.
Seconds, or minutes, passed Robert can't say, he silently thanks Gavi for understanding the situation and letting them have a moment alone.
“I'm scared , Robert.” The boy finally whispers against his neck. "I've been living in fear since the injury, I don't eat or sleep enough, but I pretend I do so I don't worry you."
Lewandowski's fingers put a little more pressure on his hair, the short nails scratch the back of his neck making him purr. Pedro comes out of hiding only to face those deep blue eyes he loved so much.
“I just need someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay, that I-I"m going to be okay…” Pedro's eyes fill with barely contained tears. “Please t-tell me everything is going to be okay.”
Robert knows he can't make such a promise, he can't always save Pedro, but he'll do his best to make sure he's okay.
“I promise, baby, you’ll be fine.” Robert whispers softly, his eyes never leaving Pedri's. "We'll keep you safe."
That was all Pedro needed to hear, his lips tremble before he breaks down in tears.
It's an ugly cry, one of those tears that never seem to stop coming down in a large amount, his mouth open looking for air while his face hides in the Pole's chest. Grunts of pain leave his lips, as if he's in physical pain.
The sounds fill the apartment and invade the kitchen, and whatever Gavira is doing he leaves without a second thought, running towards his boyfriend in tears.
Robert doesn't care that his shirt is now soaked with tears.
His arms change position, one hugs Pedro's waist and the other tries to cover as much of his back as possible. He whispers softly like a prayer that everything will be okay.
Pablo at his side places kisses on his boyfriend's left cheek while intertwining his fingers with Pedro's hand that is not on Robert's blouse.
His grip is tight because Pedro fears that if he lets go, everything will disappear and he will be in a room that is physically empty, but full of his illusions. From his lips come a series of "I'm sorry" that break the hearts of Pablo and Robert.
Gavi takes one of the blankets he keeps in the living room for the coldest nights in Barcelona and covers the three of them. Eventually Pedro decreases the intensity of the crying, his body relaxes again and they believe he fell asleep.
Robert nudges the boy next to him, who quickly understands, stretching his arms to have Pedri transferred to his lap, the boy stirs, but lets out a groan of satisfaction as if he recognizes his boyfriend's touch before grabbing him like a koala.
Gavi gets up with practiced grace, movements well-practiced from the number of times he's been responsible for carrying his boyfriend to the bedroom.
Robert knows that what just happened won't magically make Pedro's insecurities go away, but he believes this is a good start for the boy to know that his problems don't bother them and that he doesn't need to suffer in silence.
Pablo reappears minutes later, his stiff body language showing that he's still shaken by today, even if he manages to hide it pretty well.
It was time to take care of his second boyfriend.
Arms snake around Pablo's hips as Robert guides them side to side back into the kitchen to get something to drink. He helps the Spaniard onto the island bench as he stretches his arms towards him, his legs dangling childishly.
The bright smile that Pablo throws in his direction warms his heart, the boy's body leans forward, a few millimeters away he turns his face and places a light peck on the corner of Lewandowski's lips.
“Good job, baby.” Pablo's body stiffened at hearing the right little words. “Thanks for being a good boy tidying up and helping to take care of Pedri.”
“I don't feel that way, Lewan. I'm a terrible boyfriend.” His little doe eyes glint with uncertainty and it kind of breaks his heart. "I mean, I can't seem to reassure Pedro enough…I just worry him more with all my actions…I make him believe he needs to take care of me!"
"Hey, you know that's not true." His hands massage the other's thighs, seeking to reassure the boy. “You're young, sweetheart, you'll learn in time. Pedro loves you, that's why he cares, don't forget that.”
He gets a sheepish smile in return, but he knows there's more on his little boy's mind. They need to talk about his short temper in the dressing room, he vehemently disagrees with everything the coach has said but he has to berate Pablo for his actions, whether or not Xavi is still superior to them and could send them away at the end of the season.
“Do you think that I am a petulant child, Robert?” Lewandowski knows that's the real problem, not being taken seriously for his age. “I am afraid that Xavi is right…that I act like a brat.”
“Hey, you're not a kid and you don't act like one. I know that you have a burning passion for the club, for Pedri and for me, but you cannot continue to be inconsequential on the field as you were today.”
“But, you and Pepi-”
“I know, baby, sometimes I want to destroy anyone who tries to hurt you too, but I know you can fend for yourself. You need to understand that Pedro and I know how to take care of ourselves and we will be much calmer if you think more about yourself before getting involved in a dangerous tackle.”
The older one knows that Pablo wants to talk back and even make fun of being contrary, even if it doesn't do much to prove his point. But he can't keep acting like that on the field, he knows that the boy is an adult and can make his own decisions, and he also knows that he gives everything for the team.
Robert can't help but think of all the gray hairs Gavi has and will give him.
The conversation isn't over, they'll come back to this subject on a calmer day, today Robert thinks that's enough. He hugs his boyfriend tightly trying to turn all his love into something physical and he thinks he succeeds when he feels being held with the same strength.
“Can we watch a movie?”
With an affirmative the two follow back to the living room and Lewandowski waits until he is at arm's length to pull Pablo to lie on top of him on the sofa. Gavi doesn't take the time to pull the blanket to cover himself and the Pole, he moves so that he ends up with the side of his head resting on his heart and Robert puts an arm over his shoulders pulling him closer, as if it were physically possible.
So they end up watching the movie ' Midnight in Paris', one that they considered to be the starting point for their relationship. Robert will forever remember that fateful night at Pedro's house a few months ago.
Pablo and Pedro, two of his teammates, had invited him to a movie night at the canary's house, he was excited to spend the night with the couple who had welcomed him so well since his arrival in Barcelona.
The evening went wonderfully well and Robert didn't feel like a nuisance to the two Spaniards, even if they sometimes had little communication problems. It was getting late, but he decided to accept the invitation to watch a movie, something told him that staying there would change something in him.
The Pole found himself trapped between the two lovers on the couch before he could even object, Pedro was already pressing play on the movie and turning off the lights by voice control. The three remain in a comfortable silence until the scene in which the protagonist finds himself in doubt as to whether he could love both women at the same time. Robert feels the younger boy move beside him to face him.
“Do you think it is possible, Lewan? Loving two people at the same time.”
“Um…I think it's possible.” Robert wriggles his fingers, taken aback by the question. “ Love is a funny thing, Pablo, it happens in different ways to different people.”
That seems to be enough as he just hums and sinks back into his side.
If asked that same question before going to Barcelona, Robert would be in doubt and would probably deny it, but now that he knew Pedro and Pablo, his vision completely changed, as well as his life, and he would say yes to any question that involved the two midfielders.
The rest of the movie goes by in a blur and he only wakes up from his daydreams when the room goes completely silent as the movie ends. Pablo appears to have dozed off at some point as his breathing is calm and even. Pedro ends up offering to accompany him to the door, even if he tries to deny the kindness.
When he crosses the threshold he feels a hand force his body to turn around and he finds himself cornered against the wall next to the door. Pedro's body hovers over him, even though he's a few inches shorter than Robert.
Soft lips collide with his stealing the breath in just a second by the gentle peck. He wants to push Pedro and tell him this is wrong when his boyfriend is in the next room asleep, but he finds he can't. Don't want to.
The movements are calm and controlled, as if testing the waters before diving. And Robert wants to drown in this new feeling. The boy's stubble brushes his cheek leaving a slight burn behind, he finds he loves the feeling.
The kiss lasts much less than expected and he wants to chase the other's mouth when Pedro slowly pulls away, which ends up eliciting a shy laugh from the other man. He feels ashamed of what he has done, regret runs through his veins and he walks towards his car without looking back.
Robert swears that he managed to escape the situation when he tries to open the car door, but he is deceived when he finds himself pressed, again, against the side of the vehicle. Pablo is standing in front of you with an unfriendly face.
Damn it. He signed his obituary seconds ago when he kissed Pedri.
“Do you think you can come over to my house and kiss my boyfriend and leave like that?”
Robert is not proud to say that his body shivered slightly at the speech. He wants to deny everything and explain himself, but he can't.
Not because he can't find the right words, but because he can't speak with his mouth being taken over by Pablo's.
This kiss is passionate and full of tongues and teeth. Pablo kisses as if he wants to rip all the oxygen out of Robert's lungs, and he finds himself out of control of his body, knees shaking and threatening to give out, hands gripping any tissue he can reach to try to keep his head in order.
The youngest lets him go with a light bite on his lower lip and he swears he feels his ass being squeezed, a smirk is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. Right now he can't tell if he's red with embarrassment or horny.
“Now you can go, Robert.”
He's not proud of freaking out in his car when he parks in his driveway later on.
Robert feels the boy on top of him stir restlessly, it's not the first time in minutes. He knows what it feels like to itch under the skin. Even though Pablo has now calmed down from the day's events, he still has that energy crackling inside of him demanding to be released.
The boy mounts him, his hips shifting for friction in the new position. Robert knows what he wants, he knows this is Pablo's outlet, but he's not going to attack the boy just yet, he wants him to set the pace for the night and how far he wants things to go.
His fingers slowly run down under the sweatpants until his hands are framing Pablo's pale cheeks. He decides to give it a light squeeze to test the boy's reaction to him, who lets out a weak gasp.
Now also seated, Robert takes advantage of the new position to capture his pink lips in a kiss full of lust while guiding the hips that move on his lap.
The Pole knows that the boy can feel his already hard length through the thin fabric of his pajamas.
The youngest moans in response, his lips struggling uselessly to control the kiss. Lewandowski forces the boy to relax by tightening his grip on his ass, today it's about Pablo learning to let other people take care of him.
He hooks his fingers through the waistband of his clothes to drag them down to the youngest's knees. Pablo's cock swings free between them before it gets trapped between their bodies again as Robert flips them around, hovering over the boy.
Robert expert lips follow a wet trail to his neck where he leaves hickeys and bites. It will be fully purple in the morning and he couldn't thank them more for having a long break before the last game of the season.
Pablo is a mess of moans and screams, his fingers infiltrated the Pole's blouse and scratched the skin of his back at the same time as his legs laced his waist in search of closer proximity.
He gasps when he feels his nipples being teased by Robert's thumbs, at the same time it feels like too much isn't even close to enough. When Robert bites his neck harder than expected, he can't help but let out the little word he's been keeping under lock and key.
“P-papi…”
Pablo's hands fly to cover his lips as if he can make the word come back. Robert thinks his boy could cry with embarrassment at any moment.
They had already had the conversation some time ago, when Pablo admitted that it was something he wanted to try but was too embarrassed to do. Ever since that day Robert had promised he would do whatever it took to make him comfortable with his own kinks.
“It's okay, baby…” The line is nothing more than a soothing whisper in the foot of his ear. “...You just have to ask .”
“Please more…”
Seeking to encourage his boy, the man feigns a lunge against the small body beneath his, it seems to work as Pablo moans before a flurry of words leave his lips.
“I-I need more, papi!”
Here it is.
Robert leans on the arm of the sofa before starting a series of thrusts against the boy, his small body rocking back and forth from the impact, but all he can do is cling even tighter to the older man as his whimpers of pleasure flood the environment.
Gavi's forgotten cock gently rubs against Lewandowski's shirt, generating a luscious pull that tightens the knot in his stomach even more. It's not enough to make him come, but it brings him incredibly close to the edge.
One of the Pole's hands grab his member making him choke with pleasure. Robert takes a few tentative strokes before settling into a fast, sloppy pace, the thumb brushing the tip is the end for Pablo. A few moves later he's coming calling Robert's name.
His mind clouds over as his toes clench in the pleasure that fills every cell in his now boneless body.
Gavi barely manages to register the Pole going to the bathroom and returning minutes later without his shirt, now dirty. He grunts at the hypersensitivity but allows Robert to take care of him.
Lewandowski doesn't even think about relieving himself and doesn't need Pablo to feel forced to reciprocate. This was something they talked about a lot before moving forward in their relationship, the fact that boys don't have to feel obligated to please him just because he's older.
Robert decides to carry the boy to the bedroom, depositing his body on the sheets next to his boyfriend. Pablo struggles against sleep, his eyes slowly opening and closing as proof of that.
“Sleep, Pablo, it will do you good.”
Robert pulled the blanket over the youngest boy, Barcelona nights were chilly at this time of year, even with the heater on. Trying to get away from the bed to return to the living room where he would spend the night, Robert notices that he cannot because his wrist was grabbed.
“Pablito, you need to let me go.”
"I don't want to, sleep with us, Robert." The boy spoke between a yawn. “The bed is yours anyway.”
Not knowing how to deny the request, Robert removes his slippers before climbing into bed, occupying the empty space in between. He was grateful he'd chosen such a large bed when he moved in, or the task would have become quite uncomfortable.
As if guided by the heat, Pedro turns his body to approach Robert still in his dream, the older boy throws one of his legs over Robert's before resting his face on his chest, having his action mirrored seconds later by Gavi. Their fingers intertwine over Lewandowski's stomach.
Robert pulls them a little closer. By depositing a peck on each hairline, Robert can let go of the domestic atmosphere and face a good night's sleep.
A relaxed smile lingered on his features throughout the evening. A night that the three of them can admit is the best night's sleep they've had in a long time.
God, he love his boys.