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Jude didn't know what to expect after transferring to Real Madrid.
He does know it was certainly not this.
He's always been quick to adjust wherever he went and making friends with his teammates hasn't ever been an issue.
He's just never had such a close friend, he supposes.
Getting along with Vini isn't surprising, even though Jude didn't know what to expect from the guy at the start, but Jude's generally friendly and easy going and he usually gets along with everyone just fine.
What is definitely surprising, however, is them somehow ending up having a threesome after winning one of their first Champions League games of the season, and also the fact that it isn't even weird being in bed together, even if there was a woman between them at the time.
And that somehow turns into them being fuckbuddies and neither questions it, because why would they?
Jude doesn't know if Vini makes a habit of having threesomes with his teammates, but this is definitely new for Jude and it's exciting and he really likes it. The sex is good and they're having fun, both when it's just the two of them or during their occasional threesomes.
It's been mostly the former one lately, like it is now, on Vini's more than a little familiar by now bed, with Vini on top of him and somehow still talking, never shutting up even when he's inside Jude. He's talking about their last threesome now and how it's been a while since it happened and that's all good and nice, because Jude thinks he knows where this is going and he's definitely not opposed to finding a girl to join them next time, but apparently Vini has other plans.
"How about another guy? Ever thought about that?" He asks and before Jude can say anything, his body answers for him, clenching eagerly around Vini, who grins widely, clearly understanding Jude's reply just fine even without him having to say the words.
"Who did you think about?"
"No one in particular," he lies and he's usually much better at it than this, but he guesses currently having a cock inside him brushing against his prostate doesn't help him sound very convincing. Or maybe Vini just knows him that well and can see right through him.
"Is it someone from the team?"
Jude shakes his head. This might work with Vini, but it started rather soon after Jude joined the team. After months of being in Madrid, his teammates feel too much like brothers to him to see them in a different way.
"Come on, tell me," Vini basically whines, stubborn as ever, and delivers a deliciously precise thrust that's almost convincing. Almost.
"I told you," Jude says, gasping and trying to catch his breath, because why the fuck is he expected to be able to have a conversation while being fucked? "I wasn't thinking about anyone specifically."
Vini narrows his eyes, staring at him as he clearly tries to think who it might be. It almost feels like Vini's trying to read his mind and Jude kind of wants to hide and avert his gaze, just to be sure he doesn't give anything away. Logically, he knows that's stupid. There's no way Vini will find it; they haven't even talked about him that much-
Vini's brows rise up in realization, his eyes shining dangerously, that wide grin of his already back to his lips.
Fuck.
"It's fine, I get it," he says and Jude makes a confused sound, because he's not about to admit anything if he's not sure they're talking about the same person.
And anyway, why does Vini sound so annoyingly put together while he's inside Jude? Fucking unfair. Maybe Jude should flip them around and ride him; not that easy for Vini to remain collected when he's not the one in control. Unfortunately, he's drawn out of his thoughts before he can decide what to do, because of course Vini's not done talking yet.
"I don't know what it is about that little fucker. He just manages to get under your skin, doesn't he," he says and yeah okay, they're talking about the same person, but Jude's not ready to reveal all his secrets yet. How did Vini know anyway? Jude thought he was being very subtle and indifferent during their conversations about him.
"I don't even know who you're talking about."
Vini just looks amused now. "Barca's little golden boy."
"Just because you're obsessed with him, it doesn't mean-"
Vini's already laughing and Jude wants to be annoyed, but then Vini pulls out and motions for him to turn around and Jude does, because, annoyed or not, he's still horny and wants to get fucked. He positions himself on the mattress, back arched and everything, so Vini can slide back inside him, but doesn't forget there’s still a sort of argument to win.
"And what even makes you think it's Gavi-"
Vini ignores him. "Wouldn't you love to fuck him?" He says. "Bet he'd look so good sitting on your cock, love. He's quite small, isn't he, he'd make your dick look so fucking big."
"My dick is big," Jude objects, but yeah he's been thinking all about it for weeks now and Vini's words are just making sure the fantasies will stay in his head for much longer.
**
So that's basically how they got here.
Jude thought their little fantasies were meant to stay just that, but somehow Vini convinced him that going after this is actually a good idea. The confidence of this guy is honestly admirable; Jude only hopes this won't end up like one of those times Vini's confidence has him doing a few too many dribbles on the pitch and they end up losing the ball.
He doesn't say that to Vini of course, but he does think about it.
The opportunity to actually do something about this arises not long after, when Raphinha has a party and Jude tags along with Vini. Jude suspects the whole party was Vini's idea anyway, but why does it even matter? From what Jude's heard about Gavi it's not like the boy would go to a party not held by a teammate, so this works just fine for them.
Other than that though, they don't really have a plan. They've found themselves a couch across where Gavi's standing, talking with some friends, and they're just sitting there, taking sips of their drinks that unfortunately haven't done much to calm Jude's nerves.
"Maybe I should go talk to him on my own for a start? He doesn't like you very much," he suggests, not that he knows what he'd say. He just doesn't want this to start with a fight between Vini and Gavi.
"We two have history though," Vini argues and yeah, Jude's aware. He's seen edits on Tiktok with them getting into each other's face during every Clasico, pressed so close together, one would think they were kissing. It was quite hot honestly.
"Yeah, I don't think that's a good thing in this case," Jude points out. "Only reason he'd get on his knees for you it'd probably be to bite your dick off."
"Ha ha," Vini says, an unimpressed eye-roll following.
"Wait," Jude says, suddenly a thought occurring to him. How the fuck did he not think about this until now? It's Vini's fault, getting him all excited about this and having him thinking with the wrong head. "Do we even know he's into blokes?"
At that, Vini's face spreads into a grin. It's infuriating. And hot. And infuriating. "Oh sweet, innocent Judey. Just because you're not paying attention, it doesn't mean people in the locker room don't talk. You think they don't know you spread your legs for me?"
It's Jude's turn to roll his eyes now, his cheeks heating up a little. "You know what, maybe Gavi and I can bond over how annoying we find you, how about that?"
Vini laughs, reaching to give Jude's thigh a squeeze. "That'd be cute actually."
"Yeah yeah, what's the plan though? We can't just go up to him and be like, hey we heard you like cock, fancy a threesome with us?" Jude says and Vini shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't find it such a bad idea.
"Why not?"
Jude lets out an exasperated sigh and is about to explain how horribly that would probably go when he notices Gavi approaching them.
Shit. Did he see them staring? It's not like they tried to be subtle about it, is it.
"What is it?" He says once he's close enough to be heard. "Is something wrong?" He asks, usual, cute frown already on his face. The balls on this kid. He looks like they're on the pitch and he's getting ready for a tackle, because of course he thinks they're making fun of him and he's about to fight them or something. Even if you ignore all the... pretty - which is honestly impossible - he's still fucking adorable. No wonder Vini's been obsessed with him.
"No, we just wanted to talk to you," Jude says and Gavi narrows his eyes suspiciously, crossing his arms against his chest.
"About what?"
Jude makes some space between him and Vini on the couch, patting the cushions and offering Gavi a seat. Gavi's eyebrows twitch at that and Jude has no idea what that might mean, but it's fascinating to watch him react to anything; he's so expressive.
"I'm good," he says, unsurprisingly not accepting Jude's invitation. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"The, uh, the conversation requires a more private setting," Jude says, feeling a bit proud of himself because that feels like an important step to the right direction- only that Gavi looks like he thinks it's a trap.
"Whatever, I don't care. Just stop staring at me."
"Ay, Pablito, don't be like that," Vini says, finally speaking and the frown on Gavi's face immediately deepens. Jude wonders if it's because of the nickname or simply Vini or maybe both. "It's hardly our fault, when you're standing there looking all cute and pretty."
Gavi blinks a few times like he's wondering if he heard correctly and he opens his mouth to reply, only to close it again. There's a lovely, pink blush spreading on his cheeks.
"Fuck off," he says at last and turns to leave, all furrowed eyebrows and pouting lips.
Jude sighs. "Are you happy now?"
"It's just so easy to rile him up, I can't help it," Vini says, grinning and definitely not being sorry for this, but he still leans in to press a kiss to Jude's shoulder as an apology that unfortunately Jude welcomes.
"You were supposed to be nice to him, not scare him away."
"How's me calling him pretty not nice?" Vini asks, but it's obvious he already knows the answer. It's not like Gavi would just accept random compliments like that from them, even if Vini meant them.
"I'll fix this," Jude says and stands up, suddenly determined.
"Good luck," Vini tells him and gives him an encouraging slap on the ass, because of course he does.
He finds Gavi in a corner of another room with that Fermin kid and some other boys Jude doesn't really recognize, not that it matters.
Gavi's frown is back the moment he sees Jude approaching.
"Hey, can I talk to you?"
Gavi seems ready to say no, so Jude adds a 'please', hoping it'll help his case. Gavi's friends are looking at him, clearly not understanding what's happening, which of course they don't. This is quite absurd. Fermin's the only one looking at him more suspiciously, but Jude's not that surprised. He's heard how overprotective the whole team is over Gavi, but Jude's not a threat or anything. At least not in a way Gavi would need protection from him.
Gavi nods eventually and Jude motions for him to follow him, until it doesn't seem like anyone will hear them, as private as a corner of a room full of people can be.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry about earlier," Jude says and Gavi nods, waiting. Right. Jude's supposed to be the one doing the talking. "I know it doesn't really seem like it, but Vini's nice."
"To people he likes, maybe."
"Well, trust me on that, he likes you very much."
Gavi looks confused now. "If this is a prank or a game or whatever, it's not nice or funny," he says, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, his mouth pink and shiny with spit and distracting. Jude has to force himself to look up and meet his eyes again.
"It's not a prank. He likes you. I like you. That's what we wanted to talk to you about," he says, deciding that being straightforward about it is the way to go.
But apparently, it's still not straightforward enough for Gavi.
"Yeah, dude, sure. Leaving the rivalry on the pitch and all that, I agree I guess. We're good."
Not exactly what Jude was getting at it.
"No, I meant, we like you. As in we find you hot and like really, really pretty."
Gavi laughs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, that cute blush from before returning. "Sounds like you're inviting me into a threesome or something," he says it with a chuckle, like it can't be true.
Jude nods his head once, all serious about it.
"Okay, now this has to be a prank," he says, blinking wide, beautiful eyes up at Jude.
His whole face is distracting; it’s unfair.
"It's not a prank-"
Vini appears then and Jude doesn't know if he should be worried or relieved. On the one hand, he might fuck up all the progress Jude made. On the other, Jude doesn't really know where to go from there.
"What's going on, did you tell him yet?"
"I did. He doesn't believe me. Thinks it's a prank or something," Jude explains, silently pleading Vini to do something about it.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Come on, Gavito, it can't be such a surprise," Vini says, turning his attention to Gavi, moving a bit closer to him. Jude's afraid Gavi might feel cornered with the way Vini's approaching him like a fucking predator, but Gavi stands his ground, staring back at him. "Bet you can feel my cock getting hard every time you're pressed against me during games."
The way Gavi's blush darkens is visible even under the low lighting of the room.
Oh. So he definitely has.
"And Jude and I?" Vini continues, wrapping an arm around Jude's waist and drawing him closer, giving his sides a nice squeeze. "We're good mates, we like to share. And we also really like you. What do you say?"
"Never had a threesome before," Gavi says and the fact he's not telling them to fuck off right away must definitely be a good sign.
"That's not gonna be a problem."
"And you won't have to do anything you don't want to," Jude adds quickly, hoping it's at least a little reassuring.
Gavi nods his head to show he's listening, chewing at his bottom lip again. Maybe they should let him think about it. It was probably stupid of them to expect him to have an answer right away-
"Okay," Gavi says and yeah, perhaps Jude should have seen this coming from the kid that goes head first for the ball, that he wouldn't be one for overthinking things.
A triumphant grin takes over Vini's face and Jude can't help mirroring it, feeling his stomach tightening with excitement.
Holy fuck. This is happening then.
**
They wait for Gavi to inform his friends he's leaving and Jude wonders what excuse he came up with and if his friends would even believe him if he told them the truth.
He decides he doesn't care because soon enough Gavi's there and they're driving to the hotel he and Vini are staying.
It's different from other threesomes they've had and not only because Gavi's a guy. They never really know any of the girls they fuck, Jude doubts he even remembers the name of one of them. It's only a one-time thing for every party involved; he doubts the girls would remember anything about them, if their names weren't already everywhere.
But they definitely know Gavi.
They know Gavi and they've thought about doing this with him, talked about it, even made a sort of plan to make it happen. And they're definitely going to see him again after this.
Jude thinks that should worry him, but it only makes this more thrilling.
And perhaps a bit more intimidating too, because he's not sure how exactly to go from there. Is it now the right time for some small talk, would that help them relax into it or should they be getting naked right away? Or none of the above?
Or maybe he can just follow Vini's lead; he seems relaxed enough already as they enter their suite.
Vini takes his jacket off and carelessly throws it on one of the couches, walking across the room to the mini bar.
"Do you want something to drink?" He asks, already making a drink for himself and taking a sip.
Gavi shakes his head, grimacing a little. "Not a big fan of alcohol," he says, taking his jacket off, as well. Jude does the same.
"You're still a baby. You'll learn," Vini says and Jude can't help rolling his eyes.
"Ignore him. I don't drink much either."
"Yeah, you're a baby, too," Vini says, making the three years between them sound like a decade or something, but it makes Gavi smile, eyes shining with what seems to be amusement.
"You two do this often?" Gavi asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"Often enough," Vini says. "Not always with a third."
"And actually first time with another guy," Jude says, because it seems important that Gavi knows this is sort of a first for them too. Well, he doesn't know if Vini's done this before, but they definitely haven't together.
Vini abandons his half-finished drink at the mini bar and approaches, settling behind Gavi, his chest pressed to Gavi's back, hands finding his hips, face nuzzling into the side of his neck. "Didn't expect you to agree so easily, Pablito," he says, his lips brushing against Gavi's skin as he speaks.
Jude can't help relishing the sight of the two together; they look good, even better than in those videos.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Gavi asks and while he sounds annoyed, he still slightly cranes his neck to give Vinicius more space to put his lips on.
Okay, clearly there's no need for small talk first.
"It's cute. Like you," Vini tells him and Gavi doesn't get to answer, because Jude joins them, leaning down to press their lips together. Gavi welcomes the kiss eagerly, now tilting his head up to meet Jude's mouth better and deepen the kiss, his hands coming to rest on Jude's sides. Gavi's mouth is sweet when Jude licks into it, probably from whatever soda he was drinking at the party, and Jude chases that taste, moaning into it when Gavi sucks on his tongue, stroking it with his own.
He feels slightly breathless when they pull away and can't even get a moment to calm down, before he's treated with the sight of Vini turning Gavi around and claiming his mouth, as well.
The two of them go at it a bit harsher as they kiss, definitely letting out some unresolved tension and feelings that have been building up inside them for some time now. It gets slower eventually, softer even, like the frustration is now gone and they can just enjoy this. Jude presses himself against Gavi's back, circling his waist with his arms, hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the way Gavi's abs relax and tense under his palms.
Gavi's shifting between them, like he doesn't know if he should rock his hips forward or push back, and he's being so eager in all of this, Jude couldn't imagine it even in his wildest fantasies.
Vini's the one that breaks the kiss and pulls away eventually and Gavi falls back into Jude's hold, letting Jude enjoy the delicious press of their bodies together.
"Bed. Come on," Vini says and as much as Jude likes this right now, he wants a lot more, so he's quick to comply.
Vini's already shirtless by the time they reach the bed, his hands busy unbuckling his belt. Jude gets a little distracted watching them get naked when Gavi starts removing his clothes as well and he might have seen Vini like this many times before, but now it's both Vini and Gavi and it's a lot, his cock straining desperately in his pants.
"Need help, baby?" Vini says then, his hands reaching to unbutton Jude's trousers, letting them fall down around his ankles, until Jude's brain decides to function again and he starts moving as well, all their clothes abandoned in a pile on the floor.
Vini draws him in a kiss and Jude welcomes the familiar press of lips, the hand squeezing his ass, the heat of Vini's body against him. They pull away not long after and Jude sees that Gavi's settled on the bed and is clearly watching them, excited like a kid in a candy store, just with a different kind of hunger, his eyes doing that thing - that Jude's totally normal about - where they go all wide and wet and shiny and too fucking pretty.
They both join him on the bed moments later, greedy hands and hungry mouths traveling over naked bodies and when Gavi's thigh presses against his dick, Jude can't help rocking his hips, seeking the delicious friction even if it's not nearly enough right now.
He can see Vini behind Gavi, clearly grinding against his ass, lips sucking on every part of Gavi he can reach. His obsession with leaving marks behind is almost worrying and he's clearly having a field day right now with how easy Gavi's pale skin seems to bruise.
"What do you like?" Vini asks him. For a few moments there, Jude forgot this was the first time they were doing this. It feels strangely natural to have Gavi in the bed with them, like a missing piece of a puzzle that’s just been added and happens to fit perfectly between them.
Gavi shrugs. "Basic stuff, I don’t know. I guess you can be rough if you want, I like that."
Vini looks positively delighted at that. "You like being fucked?"
"Yeah," Gavi says and while the reply seems to slip easily from his lips, that pretty flush rises up to his cheeks again. It's going to drive Jude to madness by the end of the night, he's sure of it.
"Think you can take us both?" Vini asks and Jude's hips stutter and has to force himself to stop grinding against Gavi, because if he continues he'll end up coming way sooner than he'd like.
"Dunno," Gavi replies and presses his lips together in that way that makes his dimples appear, looking way too cute for someone who's currently considering taking two cock in his ass. He thoughtfully glances down where his thigh is still pressed against Jude's cock. "You're both quite big."
The kid said he's never had a threesome and Vini expects him to just agree to this? Jude can’t deny it's a good plan, but maybe for next time or something.
"We don't have to, obviously. We can-"
Gavi completely ignores him.
"I'd like to try," he says, sounding and looking all determined about it, and Jude's cock immediately gives an excited twitch in response.
"Are you sure? Lots of things to do, if you think this is too much."
Gavi looks unimpressed at that, turning to Vini to shoot him a glare. "I'm not a baby. I said I wanna try it."
"Alright, Pablito," Vini says and it has to be some kind of progress the fact that Gavi doesn't complain about the nickname. Or he's just too distracted right now, all his blood gathered in his cock.
Vini reaches for the lube and Jude immediately makes grabby hands for it.
"Someone's excited," Vini teases as he hands him the plastic tube.
"Because you're not," Jude points out, his gaze purposely falling down to Vini's hard cock.
Vini shrugs, not bothering to argue with that.
"You two done talking?" Gavi says impatiently, easily spreading his legs when Jude moves to settle between them, leaning in to press a brief kiss to Gavi's lips before sitting up and turning his attention to the task at hand.
"What about you? Do this often?" Jude asks as he slicks up his fingers, bringing them to Gavi's entrance. Gavi's clearly far from a virgin, if him agreeing to this so easily is anything to go by. Jude's not a jealous person and he's also aware he doesn't have a right to get possessive when it comes to people you just fuck, but he is curious, he can't help it.
"What, having sex with merengues? Definitely not," Gavi replies, a teasing tilt in his voice, clearly knowing that's not what Jude was asking but also not planning to give him an actual answer.
Vini makes a cooing sound at that. "We're that special, baby?"
Gavi's about to give a snarky reply to that, his expression already turning unimpressed, when Jude lets a finger finally slide inside him and all that comes out of his mouth is a breathless gasp. Vini's hands roaming all over him, fingers teasing one of his nipples, definitely don't help him focus on speaking either.
Jude soon inserts another digit into him, watching mesmerized how his long fingers disappear inside Gavi's body. He's already imagining how hot and tight Gavi will feel around his cock, but he knows he needs to be patient with this. They continue like this, Gavi's noises growing a bit louder, needier as Jude keeps working his fingers in and out of him.
Vini shifts on the bed, coming closer to him, one hand finding the inside of Gavi's thigh, using his hold to spread his legs wider apart.
"Add another one," Vini tells him, leaning in to kiss his shoulder, then his neck. Jude breathes out shakily and nods, slides three of his fingers inside Gavi. Gavi's tight around them, so deliciously tight, but at the same time his hole is welcoming the intrusion, greedily swallowing the fingers inside, clearly not new to this. Vini notices it too, of course.
"Who knew little Pablito is such a slut?" Vini says, in that tone of his that's somehow both mocking and fond and always manages to make Jude both annoyed and aroused. "Who's keeping you open and ready like this?" And normally Jude would tell Vini to shut up, but he's actually curious, too. Is it one of his Barca teammates? Gavi's suspiciously close to Pedri and Fermin, so maybe it's one of them. Then again everyone seems to love to have their hands on him, so it can be literally anyone. Jude's not even excluding the older guys of Barca's players from his list of suspects; he's seen the edits, Lewandowski can't get enough of him. It's ridiculous.
"Do you have to try to be an asshole or does it come to you naturally?" Gavi asks and Jude has to grin at that.
"Comes pretty naturally actually," Vini replies easily and continues talking, completely unfazed. "So who is it? No way Pedri's cock is big enough to leave you loose like this," he says, clearly trying to get a reaction out of Gavi, who doesn't fall in the trap. "Oh, maybe it's not just one teammate. Maybe they take turns-"
"And maybe I'll let only Jude fuck me," Gavi tells him and Jude can't help laughing.
"Fine fine, don't tell me," Vini says, finally giving up and leaning over Gavi to kiss him. Gavi makes him work for it, tilting his head away playfully until Vini's had enough and grabs his face, pressing their lips together, which Gavi definitely enjoys, judging by the way his body clenches around Jude's fingers.
Jude decides to take advantage of the fact Gavi seems rather distracted by Vini trying to fuck his tongue down Gavi's throat and he inserts a fourth finger, sliding them all the way inside, until Gavi's rim is prettily stretched around the base.
He adds some more lube before starting to increase the pace of his movements, making obscene, squelching sounds as he fucks his fingers inside Gavi's slick opening. The noises, the sight of it, the promise of how incredible it'll feel to finally be inside that needy, wet hole has Jude's cock throbbing desperately against his stomach, drops of precum making the tip glisten.
Gavi's not doing any better, leaking over his lower belly, the pink head of his dick all cute and shiny, but when Vini reaches to stroke him, Gavi makes an urgent noise, quickly slapping his hand away.
"I'll be more sensitive if I come," he explains a little shyly. "It'll be easier to take you both before coming." And just hearing him say those words sends another wave of burning arousal rushing through Jude.
"Yeah, alright," Vini says. "You think you're ready?"
Gavi nods. "Pretty sure Jude's gonna end up fisting me if he adds another finger."
And Jesus Christ, can they fucking stop talking already? Jude feels lightheaded, like there's no blood left in his head, all of it having traveled south to his cock.
"Maybe let's leave that for another time," Vini says, half joking, half serious, like Jude can handle any more torment. The sight of Gavi's hole, wet and gaping and ready, when he removes his fingers and the whiny, little sound Gavi makes when he's left empty don't help at all either.
"Condoms? We're clean."
Gavi shrugs. "Same. Whatever you want."
"No condoms then," Vini says quickly and Jude's not at all surprised to hear it. It's a lot more dangerous with girls, risking a random pregnancy out of nowhere; they always have to be extra careful there. And when it's just the two of them, as much as Vini loves fucking him raw, Jude doesn't like the mess inside him, so most of the times they do it with a condom.
They shift on the bed now to find what positions would work best for the three of them, and Jude ends up on his back on the mattress, Gavi straddling his hips. Some more lube is applied on his cock, a few strokes to spread it everywhere, and then Gavi's sinking down onto him and Jude's being engulfed by wonderful, wet heat, both of them moaning as he slides all the way inside.
Gavi rolls his hips a few times to get accustomed to the feeling, and Jude's hands move to that little waist of his, squeezing him. Vini settles behind Gavi, pressing a kiss to Gavi's shoulder, before pushing him down over Jude, so he can have better access to him.
Vini brings his fingers right where he and Gavi are connected, rubbing at Gavi's rim that's already widely stretched around Jude's cock. He slowly inserts two slick fingers inside Gavi, testing how open and pliant he is, and it doesn't feel like Vini has to struggle to do so, not finding much resistance as he pushes them all the way in, but two fingers can't be compared to his cock; Jude knows that first-hand.
Gavi leans in to kiss him and Jude more than welcomes it, moaning against his lips when he feels Gavi slightly rocking his hips, grinding onto the cock and fingers inside him.
"You sure about this, Pablito?" Vini asks, his voice genuine and sweet; it's a bit rare during sex but it does happen and Jude can't help smiling.
"Yeah. Just go slow," Gavi tells him and Vini hums, removing his fingers to slick himself up, before lining up his cock with Gavi's entrance.
Vini's movements are slow and gentle and patient, but it's still an incredibly tight fit, not easy even for just the tip to slip inside, but it does eventually.
Whimpering, little ah's keep escaping Gavi's mouth as more and more of Vini's cock slides inside him, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Okay?" Vini asks, pausing his movements to give Gavi some time to breathe.
"Y- yeah. Just. A lot."
"Is it too much?" Jude asks. "We can stop-"
"No. Want it. I can take it," Gavi insists and Jude would worry Gavi's doing this to prove something, somehow turning this into a challenge and thinking he has to go through with it so he won't appear weak in front of them or something else equally stupid, but his eyes are dark with want and his long lashes flutter in pleasure when Vini resumes moving, his sounds needy and asking for more.
"Okay," Jude says and cups his face, wiping the tears off his cheeks and drawing him into a kiss that'll hopefully help him relax into it a bit more.
Not that Jude's feeling that calm himself, what with Gavi's tight body around him and Vini's cock sliding right against his own. He worries they're doing all this just for him to end up coming after a few seconds and he musters all the self-control he has left, determined to last longer than that.
Gavi's mouth has grown pliant against his, like he can't focus on kissing or on doing anything else other than just taking deep breaths, as he's basically being split open on their cocks.
Vini rolls his hips once they're both buried inside him, moans and grunts and curses escaping all three of them as he starts moving.
"So fucking full," Gavi gasps and there are still tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, but his voice comes out less strained than before. He's slowly getting used to the stretch and the fullness inside him and it's obvious from how easier it becomes for Vini to pull back and rock into him. His thrusts are still gentle and careful, but now deeper, and Jude can feel the slow drag of Vini's cock against his own, only adding to the overwhelming sensation of being inside Gavi.
Vini wraps an arm around Gavi's torso and pulls him up so Gavi’s basically sitting on their cocks, the change of the angle making them slide in deeper, and Gavi whimpers, slightly rolling his hips to get more comfortable. He moves his hands to Jude's chest to steady himself, but it's mostly Vini holding him up.
"How're you feeling, love?" Vini asks, drawing Gavi closer to kiss the side of his neck, dark eyes meeting Jude's.
Jude can't help staring, feeling quite lucky knowing he has the best view, being able to see both of them, their expressions and the way their lips part around moans and their bodies tensing with every movement as Vini rocks his hips, driving his dick into Gavi over and over again. Jude can't get enough of it; thinks he would happily stay there forever, never having to look at anything else ever again.
"S'weird. So full," Gavi says, voice coming out breathless and rough with arousal. "But good. Really fucking good. You can move more."
And Gavi might be ready for that but Jude definitely isn't, groaning loudly when Vini pulls almost all the way out and fucks in with more force, building up a harder, faster pace. Gavi moves too, grinding down onto their cocks, all wantong and eager, and Jude starts thinking he's dreaming or maybe he's died and gone to heaven, because this feels too good to be true.
He grips Gavi's thighs in a desperate attempt to ground himself, the pressure in his groin increasing, and he can feel his dick pulsing and leaking inside Gavi, so close to his orgasm. He’s honestly been all worked up since the moment he slid his fingers in Gavi’s sweet, little hole.
Both of Vini's strong arms wrap around Gavi now, hands splayed over his torso, squeezing the little fat on Gavi's pecs like he has tits, teasing pink, perky nipples, making Gavi arch into the touch, the sight of them almost too much for Jude to handle. Gavi really does look small between them and it’s driving Jude crazy seeing him like that on his lap, on his cock- on both their cocks, being so pretty and needy and eager, letting them fuck him and fill him up, taking everything they give him. It’s fucking intoxicating.
He can sense Vini's intense gaze glued to him, clearly knowing the effect this is having on Jude; what each thrust inside Gavi is doing to him. He meets Vini’s dark eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.
"Not gonna last much longer," he warns, his voice coming out wrecked and needy, the sound of it surprising even to his own ears, and Gavi immediately nods his agreement, apparently quite close too.
"Move," Vini tells him. "Fuck into him."
And Jude's more than happy to oblige, lets his hips buck up into Gavi with shallow, sharp thrusts, and he expects the pleased moan from Gavi, but Vini's broken groan is a nice surprise. Jude keeps going, syncing his movements with Vini's pace, Gavi's inner walls clinging to them in the most delicious, filthy way, their cocks still grinding together, and it's not long after that Jude feels his groin tightening, his whole body tensing, as his orgasm hits him.
He rocks his hips up one last time and lets the waves of pleasure rush through him, a litany of breathless curses leaving his mouth as he spills inside Gavi. Vini doesn't stop moving, his movements now eased further by Jude's cum, his thrusts growing more desperate and uncoordinated as he chases his own orgasm.
Jude lets his cock slip out of Gavi, too sensitive for Vini to keep grinding against him. Gavi whimpers at the loss and leans down on top of him until their bodies are almost flush together, and Jude takes advantage of their proximity, bringing their lips together. It's a messy kiss, all teeth and tongues and spit-slick lips, the force of Vini's movements causing them both to shift on the sheets with each thrust, almost like he's fucking both of them.
Jude slips a hand between himself and Gavi and reaches for Gavi's neglected cock and this time Gavi doesn't slap the hand away. He moans and his hips immediately rock into it, seeking the friction and the relief Jude's firm fist around him offers him.
Gavi's noises are mostly muffled by Jude's mouth, so it's mostly Vini's groans filling the room, loud and unrestrained and desperate, the way they get only when he's getting close. Jude gets it; can imagine how amazing Gavi must feel right now, so hot and wet, perfectly slick both with lube and Jude's cum.
He doesn't know who comes first, a chorus of moans and whines escaping the other two, as Gavi spills all over his hand and their stomachs, and Vini has stopped moving, only little jerks of his hips following, as he lets Gavi's body milk him empty.
Their panting is the only sound in the room after they're done and Gavi has basically collapsed on top of him, and Jude instinctively moves his hand on the back of Gavi's head, stroking his hair. His eyes shift to Vini, who's still there, hands gripping Gavi's waist, chest heaving with every breath, his skin shining beautifully with a fine layer of sweat. He always looks particularly hot after a good fuck; Jude loves it.
And clearly Vini knows it, because he doesn't miss the chance to shoot him a pleased smirk and a wink, before finally reaching to pull out of Gavi. It makes Gavi's body tense on top of him and he whines softly, nuzzling into the crook of Jude's neck, as if drawing comfort from their closeness. Jude can't say he doesn't like it.
"Too sore?" Vini asks and Jude can see him spread Gavi's cheeks and carefully insert one or two fingers inside him, probably trying to check that everything's alright.
"Not too bad," Gavi says, his breath ghosting over the sweaty skin of Jude's neck as he speaks, making goosebumps rise over his flesh.
"Good," Vini says, satisfied with Gavi's reply, and removes his fingers, takes a moment to appreciate their artwork and understandably so, because Jude is certain Gavi's hole must look so prettily puffy and red and used right now, full and dripping with their cum. He wonders if Gavi would let him lick him clean, if Jude asked, but he figures this must've already been overwhelming and he's definitely sore and sensitive right now, so he adds this to the list of things he's going to leave for the next time- because there has to be a next time. This can't be a one-time thing.
Gavi slowly rolls off him and lies on the bed right beside him, Vini settling on Gavi's other side.
It's just silent for a couple of minutes, but not in an uncomfortable way, and Jude lets his body melt into the mattress, relishing the heat coming off Gavi, but he can't help noticing there's some tension in the other boy and he knows Gavi seems like the kind of person that's always on edge, always with too much energy thrumming inside him, but he doubts even his restlessness doesn't get soothed after a good fuck- and this was a great fuck, if he says so himself.
Which means something must be worrying Gavi, so Jude's not really surprised when Gavi speaks a few moments later, even though he wasn't really expecting the words.
"Should I get going now?" He asks and Jude can't help the fondness he feels blooming in his chest. The little idiot really thinks they'd fuck him and then just throw him out? Jude's almost offended; they're not that horrible.
"You're not going anywhere, relax," he says and leans in to press a kiss on Gavi's hair before he can stop himself.
"Okay, good," he says, clearly relieved. "Because I really don't think my legs are working right now."
"If you could've still walked after that, we wouldn't have done it right," Vini says and Jude has to admit he has a point.
Jude's a little surprised when Gavi snuggles up to him, but then again he probably shouldn't be; it's not that he knows that much about Gavi, but he's seen him interact with his teammates and he's always affectionate; always hugging someone or literally jumping in their arms. He decides he doesn't really mind this. It's nice even. Maybe he could even get used to it.
He knows they should shower, but he can't bring himself to say anything even as Gavi starts drifting off, all sleepy and too cute and fitting at Jude's side perfectly.
He realizes he's being watched and raises his gaze to Vini, who's definitely caught him staring because there's a knowing smile on his face. He shifts closer until his chest is pressed to Gavi's back and his hand comes to cup Jude's face, leaning in over Gavi's head to kiss him. He pulls away too soon, only Gavi's weight on top of him preventing Jude from leaning in and reaching for another kiss.
Vini glances down at Gavi, who's definitely sleeping now, before meeting Jude's eyes again. "You like him," Vini says, a statement, not a question, so Jude doesn't bother to deny it.
He shrugs the shoulder Gavi's head isn't resting on. "You don't?"
"Wouldn't mind doing this again, I guess," he says, which Jude knows it means Vini likes him, too.
Besides, Vini coming close to cuddle with both of them, one arm thrown over Gavi's waist, his hand settling on Jude's stomach, is already enough of a confirmation of that. Jude knows by now that Vini likes his space while sleeping and only allows Jude snuggling up to him because Jude likes it, so this must mean something.
There’s definitely going to be a next time.
Many next times, if Jude has any say in it.