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Jude wishes he could say this was nothing more than a coincidence but that would be a fucking lie. Sure, it wasn't planned or anything like that and they definitely didn't talk beforehand to arrange it, but it also wasn't complete luck either.
When he decided to ditch the locker room after he heard the pathetic, sad and supposedly encouraging speeches they've been hearing all season, it was for a very specific reason. He didn't wander around the hallways because he wanted to check out the stadium or because he wanted to stay there for a second longer than he had to. He knew he should have taken a shower, gotten his stuff and fucked off onto the bus, but of course that's not what he did.
Tonight wasn’t the time for sensible decisions apparently and the truth is it never seems to be when it comes to this.
So instead he walked around the stadium's hallways like a fucking idiot, a hot wave of arousal immediately rushing through him when he saw him.
It took them only a few seconds to find an empty storage kind of room or whatever this is and then they were on each other, the door only barely having shut closed before their lips met.
Gavi's back is pressed against that door now, Jude's larger body pinning him there as he pushes his tongue inside Gavi's mouth, groaning when the little shit grazes it with his teeth with more force than necessary for it to be just a teasing nip.
He squeezes Gavi's ass in his hands, firmly enough that he's certain the pale skin is already turning red under the shorts, and pulls him closer, grinding his erection against Gavi's taut stomach.
Jude's already so fucking hard it's almost painful and he wishes this had nothing to do with Gavi and it was all adrenaline and anger and pent up energy, still even after running for more than 120 minutes, but again that would be a huge fucking lie and he might lie to everyone else, but he's honest with himself or at least he tries to be most of the time and he knows his hard cock is all because of Gavi; it's all for Gavi.
Unfortunately, being aware of that and accepting it are two different things and knowing Gavi has such an effect on him only makes him angrier.
And normally, he supposes, that would probably dampen someone's arousal, but it only strengthens Jude's urge and need to fuck Gavi, feeling like he'll fucking lose it if he doesn't get inside him in the next few seconds.
He breaks the kiss and turns Gavi around, now shoving him against the wall so the pounding sounds on the door won't alert anyone that happens to walk right outside the storage room while they’re busy fucking.
"I don't have lube. Or a condom," Gavi tells him, but doesn't stop Jude from pulling his shorts and boxer briefs down. "Couldn't get to my things before I sneaked out."
Jude can’t even fucking blame him because admittedly he didn't even think of any of that before he left the locker room, his brain focused solely on finding Gavi and nothing else. He can't imagine stopping now and okay, he guesses he can fuck Gavi's sweet mouth instead of his tight ass, but he doesn't think he can hold back right now and as much as Gavi's improved his skills in taking his cock deep down his throat, he can only take so much before starting to choke and Jude can't have that to worry about. Not this time; not when he's like this.
"Maybe I'll fuck you like this then. Maybe I'll just shove my cock inside you when you're all dry and too tight to take me," he says, his fingers already traveling between Gavi's cheeks and pressing at his hole, rubbing and circling the tiny ring of his rim but not penetrating it yet.
He expects Gavi to tell him to fuck off or try to pull away, but none of that happens. Gavi's body shudders against him and he pushes back towards Jude's touch, a muffled needy noise leaving his mouth.
Gavi might not be objecting to Jude's words, but obviously Jude isn't actually planning to do what he said. Gavi can barely take him when he's prepped and open. Jude might like being rough with him, they both like it, but if he tried to fuck Gavi like this, he'd probably end up tearing him. Still, he can't help laughing, relishing how easily Gavi all but submits to him, willing and eager to let Jude do anything to him just to get fucked.
"You always this desperate for cock or should I take it personally? Am I that special, baby?" He asks as he brings his hand to his mouth and spits on his fingers before moving them to Gavi's entrance again, deciding some saliva will have to do; it’s definitely better than nothing. Not fucking Gavi is simply not an option right now.
"Are you gonna fuck me or did we come here to talk?" He replies impatiently, like the fucking brat that he is, and Jude chooses that moment to push two fingers inside him, not bothering to be very gentle with it and grinning when he hears Gavi's breath hitch in response, his whine being muffled as he bites his bottom lip, teeth digging into the soft, pink flesh.
Jude ignores his urge to lean in and suck on that abused, tender skin of Gavi's lower lip, focusing instead on fucking him open with his fingers. "You know why we're here, sweetheart. If you wanted to talk you'd be with your little girlfriend right now," Jude tells him and he knows he's breaking their unspoken rule to not mention girlfriends and stuff like that while they do this, but he can't help it.
He just lost another fucking trophy to Barcelona and he's feeling like shit and he's still fucking angry and he can't help reveling in the obvious guilt that takes over Gavi's expression.
"Shut up," he says, his eyebrows drawn together into that usual, annoyingly cute frown of his, and looks at Jude over his shoulder, shooting him a glare.
"Or what?" Jude asks with a low chuckle and he knows he's being a fucking asshole, but he can't seem able to stop it. It's like Gavi brings out the worst in him and tonight, after another loss, another bad game, he can't fucking control it. There's also this strange, possessive feeling he gets sometimes and it seems to only grow stronger every time Gavi's guilt over what they're doing makes its appearance. It's usually when they're together and he has a text or a phone call from his girlfriend and his expression turns into a guilty one, but there's obvious tenderness and affection there as well.
Jude fucking hates it; he fucking hates Gavi too. If he feels so guilty, why isn't he putting an end to this? If he loves his girlfriend so much, why has he been bending over and letting Jude fuck him for months now? Fucking hypocrite.
Jude decides Gavi's body is relaxed enough to take him and removes his fingers, now spitting on his dick and stroking himself a few times, spreading the precum all over the tip to make the slide inside easier.
He doesn't waste any more time before lining himself up with Gavi's opening and pushing inside, both of them grunting when the fat head slips in, forcing Gavi's ass to give way and let him deeper inside, his hole stretching wide around Jude's shaft as it tries to accommodate the intrusion. Even now, without lube and barely any prep, Gavi's body still feels like it was made for him, made just for his cock, and Gavi seems to agree if the low, little whines he keeps trying and failing to hold back are anything to go by.
He's fully engulfed in Gavi's tight heat before long and he takes a moment to breathe in and out and calm down, trying his best to get used to the way Gavi's squeezing him, the delicious pressure around his dick almost too much, making his gut clench with arousal and need, his balls tightening as if already ready to explode.
His hands grip Gavi's waist, fingers digging firmly into the smooth skin of his sides, probably hard enough to leave bruises. Jude doesn't give a fuck; not tonight. He's usually more responsible than this, but right now he's not planning to hold himself back; if Gavi wants him to stop, he'll have to use his words, otherwise his body is Jude's to use and own and mark.
He starts pulling out and rocking his hips forward again, repeating the movement slowly a couple of times until his cock can move smoothly in and out of Gavi's clenching hole and he can pick up his rhythm.
It's fucking intoxicating how easy it is to have Gavi panting and moaning, his body writhing against Jude's as he welcomes everything Jude is willing to offer. Jude refuses to believe Gavi's like this with everyone else as well- or even with his girlfriend. If he were satisfied where he was, he wouldn't be going around looking to get fucked, would he? And he definitely wouldn't want it from Jude of all people. Then again, this has never really been about what they wanted and it's always been about what they need, which unfortunately happens to be each other. At least for the time being.
Not that Jude's planning to put an end to this any time soon.
He likes to pretend he doesn't give a fuck and could stop this whenever he likes, but it's an addiction at this point, so unless Gavi decides he doesn't need this anymore, Jude doubts he'll be the one to end it.
Just another one of those things he can only admit to himself and that just barely.
"F- fuck," Gavi gasps and Jude grins and repeats the same exact movement, grinding against Gavi's prostate and drawing another sound of pleasure out of him. He should probably tell Gavi to shut the fuck up, he has no idea how soundproof, if at all, this storage room is, but instead he makes sure he nails that sensitive, little spot inside Gavi harder the next time he thrusts in and his grin widens when Gavi's sounds come out louder, deliciously broken, more desperate.
Jude's been with many people, has fucked several guys and girls before and during this thing with Gavi, but he swears no one's ever seemed to love having his cock inside them as much as Gavi does. He wonders if this feels like a sort of addiction to Gavi too; if he only feels true relief when they're like this, connected and panting and moving in sync.
"Yeah? You like this?" He asks, even though the answer should be rather obvious with the way Gavi's moaning and rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself onto Jude's cock.
Still, the little shit ignores him and doesn't answer, and Jude's already irritated after the game, alright, he doesn't need Gavi to push his buttons too right now.
"Tell me," he demands, delivering a particularly hard thrust that has Gavi whining and clenching, hands scrambling on the flat surface of the wall to find some leverage and ground himself, as Jude keeps up that relentless pace. Even as he's being pounded, Gavi's stubbornness doesn't get any less annoying and it's all a vicious fucking cycle because Gavi being an irritating brat only gets Jude's dick harder and that makes him angrier and hornier and the cycle simply never fucking ends.
The only surprising thing tonight is the lack of taunting from Gavi. Usually after a Clasico, the winner is smug and basically an asshole, rightfully so, and Jude was expecting exactly that when he went to find Gavi, but he's gotten nothing so far. Does Gavi feel sorry for him or something? Because if that's the case fuck him and fuck this stupid trophy and fuck Gavi's stupid fucking team. Jude doesn't need his pity.
He doesn't let his pace falter even for a moment, continuing to pound Gavi, driving his cock deep inside him over and over again, his grip on Gavi still firm and tight, now preventing him from moving; he just holds his willing body still and fucks into it, using it for his own pleasure.
"Are you meeting her afterwards?" He asks, refusing to overthink it and dwell on where the fuck the question came from. He can't explain the overpowering possessiveness he feels sometimes over Gavi and it doesn't make sense and maybe even if it did, he wouldn't want to understand it anyway. He doubts that can lead to anything good.
"Stop talking," Gavi tells him but with the way his voice comes out so wrecked and shaky, it's pretty much impossible to take him seriously. Not that Jude would stop talking either way, so whatever.
"Does she know that you like cock so much?" He asks. "That you moan for it like a cock-hungry little slut?"
"Sh- shut up," he says and while his words and tone are firm and angry, his body tells a completely different story; his back arches, his hole tightens, clinging greedily to Jude's cock.
Cock-hungry little slut, indeed.
But honestly, normally Jude would probably shut up about this, just like Gavi asked him to.
Normally, he wouldn't have even brought her up in the first place.
Today that's obviously not the case.
"Do you think she'd still kiss you if she knew how many times my dick's been in your mouth? Or how much you love having your face fucked?"
"You- you're such an asshole," Gavi replies, his stuttering words being interrupted by the addictive, sweet little whimpers he keeps letting out.
"Why, sweetheart? Did I lie about anything? Do you not love it when I feed you my cock?" Jude doesn't really expect a reply this time, but he does earn himself a broken moan when he tugs at Gavi's hair roughly and presses his face harder onto the wall. Gavi squirms and makes a halfhearted attempt to free himself from Jude's hold, but he's quick to accept his fate, even tilting his head to the side when Jude plasters himself on his back, bringing their bodies flush together, and leans in to nose at the back of his neck.
The mouthwatering scent there that's pure Gavi is enough to shut Jude up, his brain suddenly too fogged up with arousal to do anything else other than keep fucking Gavi and relishing the scent and taste of him.
If he focuses enough he can still get hints of Gavi's familiar by now body spray, but other than that his smell is all him. Jude inhales greedily and darts his tongue across the skin of the side of Gavi's neck, reveling in the salty taste of his sweat. He makes a frustrating sound when his lips meet fabric instead of smooth, sweat-slick skin and Gavi surprises him by reaching to push the collar of his shirt out of the way, drawing it almost over one shoulder and giving Jude better access to his bare skin.
Jude's approving grunt almost covers Gavi's eager moan when he bites down at Gavi's exposed shoulder and then soothes the same spot with his tongue, wishing they were naked and had more time so he could lick Gavi clean and taste every part of him.
He’ll have to make up for it another time.
Jude doesn't pull away, all but slobbering over Gavi's neck and shoulder as he continues licking and sucking and biting, everything getting messier and sloppier the closer to the edge he gets, Gavi's whines and pliant body driving him dangerously closer to his orgasm with every second that passes.
His cock is achingly hard and leaking inside Gavi, his groin tight with his impending orgasm, and while he feels almost fucking delirious with need and lust, he can't say he doesn't know what he's doing as he pays more attention on a particular spot on the base of Gavi's neck, sucking on the flesh there persistantly and teasing it with his teeth, Gavi too out of it at this point to tell him to stop, so Jude doesn't.
They have generally agreed to not leave marks on each other, but with how important it is to keep this a secret from quite literally everyone, he can't say they actually try to be very careful about it. There’ve been more than a few bruises and bitemarks and handprints left on Gavi’s body since this started, especially in the beginning, when Jude didn’t know how easily Gavi’s pale skin could bruise. Still, he's never purposely left a hickey on Gavi before, so this is different.
He doesn't lie to himself and pretend he doesn't know exactly what he's doing.
He keeps sucking until he's certain there'll be a mark there afterwards for several days, not big enough to draw attention, but certainly visible if you're looking.
He moves away from Gavi's neck then and uses his grip on his hair to force his head slightly around until he can crash their lips together into a kiss and even in this uncomfortable angle and with Jude's hips relentlessly snapping forward, they make it work, Gavi's tongue sliding into his mouth, probably able to taste the saltiness of his own skin on Jude's tongue. Gavi reaches behind him with a hand and brings it to the back of Jude's head, as if he's desperate to keep him right there while they kiss and it does something to Jude, his insides clenching and growing warm and his cock throbbing, his whole body tensing with arousal and pleasure just from the obvious need in the way Gavi's holding onto him.
He doesn't understand why sex only feels this way with Gavi or maybe he doesn't want to understand, but either way he knows this simply can't be compared to when he's fucking anyone else. He's accepted it at this point after months of being in denial; now he just wants to make sure Gavi needs this as bad as he does. Most of the time, usually when Gavi's taking his cock and moaning his name, he's quite sure that's already the case.
"Touch yourself," Jude tells him, their lips still brushing together, and Gavi obliges as he usually does when he’s not being a brat, reaching for his cock and tugging at it, fast and impatient, as if he was already at his breaking point and was just waiting for Jude's permission to let go.
"Bellingham," he gasps, body tightening around Jude as he gets closer to his orgasm. Jude's not far behind either. "Wanna feel you. C- come on," he says and Jude's movements stutter when he realises what Gavi's begging for.
He moans and now moves his hands to knead Gavi's ass, grabbing two handfuls of his perfect round cheeks and spreading them apart as he fucks into him with sharp, hard thrusts. "Want me to fill your slutty little hole with my cum, baby?" He asks and if he wasn't certain of the answer to that before, he definitely is now when Gavi whines and eagerly nods his head. "Be a good boy and ask nicely for what you want. Come on, sweetheart, say please."
And Gavi must be too close to his orgasm and cock-drunk right now, because he obeys immediately, giving Jude what he wants. "Wanna feel your cum inside me. Want it to fill me up until it's too much and it's dripping down my thighs. Please, Bellingham," he says, sweet and sinful and perfect. So unfairly fucking perfect. "Jude. Need it. Please."
And not that Jude needed more than a little push to reach his orgasm, but after Gavi's sweet begging he couldn't have held back even if he wanted to.
He groans and bites down at his lip to muffle the sound as he empties his load inside Gavi's eager hole, squeezing the meat of his asscheeks as he delivers a few last thrusts, making sure every single drop ends up in Gavi, who follows him over the edge only seconds later.
His tight walls quiver around Jude's softening cock as he comes all over his fist, his free hand quickly moving over his own mouth to silence his whines. His head slumps forward when he's done, his forehead resting against the wall as he pants and rides the last waves of his orgasm.
Jude still hasn't pulled out and he's reluctant to do so, wishing he could just stay like that and let Gavi’s now pliant hole warm his cock, but he knows he has to get moving. It's not going to be long before someone notices that they're missing and comes looking for either of them, if it hasn't already happened. He wonders if Gavi will even have time for a shower, or if he'll have to get to the bus with his cum dripping out of his thoroughly fucked hole. The thought has his spent dick twitching and he's sure if they had time, they would only have to wait a couple of minutes before he could start fucking Gavi again.
Obviously, that's not happening right now.
He gives Gavi's ass a last squeeze simply because he can't fucking help it and then pulls out, tugging his underwear and shorts up.
He wants to bend Gavi over and see his hole gape and leak, but Gavi's quickly pulling his own clothes up too, fixing them as well as he can, probably hoping no one will question the stain on his shorts where he wiped his cum.
"We're meeting at your house in two weeks. I'm tired of fucking storage rooms," Jude decides and again his cock pulses, arousal curling in his gut; sometimes it can take them more than a month for their schedules to allow them to meet, but now he'll get to fuck Gavi again in just a couple of weeks. At this point he honestly doubts that the next Clasico will go any better than the other three this season, so being inside Gavi again will have to be what he'll be looking forward to.
"Hm. I don't know about that. Maybe I'll be busy celebrating winning the league then," Gavi tells him, but they both know he'll find time for them to meet one way or another.
"You can celebrate by riding my dick," Jude tells him and doesn't miss the way Gavi's eyes darken at the words. With the way his cheeks are flushed and his hair is all disheveled, he looks like the prettiest mess and Jude's tempted to risk it all and fuck him again, until it's obvious Gavi's been well fucked and owned and ruined.
Gavi doesn't give him the chance to act on his urge. Probably for the better. "Maybe," Gavi says with a shrug, but his nonchalant attitude is pathetic and not convincing in the slightest. Jude knows him well enough to know when Gavi’s actually not interested and when he’s just being a brat. It’s usually the latter anyway.
"I'll go celebrate this trophy for now. Better luck next time," he says with a smug grin and then he's already heading for the door, carefully stepping outside and disappearing. There's a little, barely noticeable limp in his walk and Jude's quite sure it wasn't there before they fucked and he can't help relishing knowing that whether Gavi likes it or not, he will be thinking about him and about them fucking, while he's busy celebrating with his team and his girlfriend, because that sweet, lingering ache between his legs will still be there even after he washes the cum out of his hole.
Jude might have lost today, but this still feels like a win.