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Silas nervously bounces his leg up and down, while his eyes keep glancing over to the door of his hotel room.
He had wanted to wait right outside the locker rooms, just like many WAGs had wanted to too, but security did not allow it. It had not been an issue the first two games, but maybe rules change when a team loses. Silas is not sure, he has never been to a world cup before, not as a boyfriend of a player at least, and at the Newcastle games the team knows that he is a guest of Nick’s and lets him through everywhere.
This new rule meant he had to go back to the hotel, since they were not allowed into the player’s house either, and wait for what feels like forever until Nick finally shows up. He had texted Nick right away, saying that he sadly could not make it to the locker rooms, but that he would wait at the hotel.
Nick had only replied with a “K, see u”.
Silas is not sure what to expect, he has experienced losses with Nick before, but never one that comes close to getting kicked out of a world cup. He has tried to think of ways to cheer Nick up, from taking him out to what to say, but maybe all of that does not matter. Maybe Nick just needs someone to be there for him and to hug him until it does not feel like the world will end anymore.
The lock makes a beeping sound when Nick pushes the second keycard against the door and then steps into the room. His hair is still wet from the shower, which is a look Silas usually loves, but it does not matter right now. The last thing on Nick’s mind is probably sex, though if it makes him forget everything for a while, Silas will milk him dry.
Nick’s eyes are wet too though, from tears, obviously. Silas jumps up and without saying anything, wraps his arms around Nick. “I got you” He whispers. Silas cannot reach Nick’s face or the like, because of the height difference, so he has to rest his head against the other’s chest. Nick wraps his arms around Silas more tightly and presses his face into the other’s short cut hair. “I am here” Silas whispers and tries to run his hands up and down Nick’s back.
“Thanks” Nick eventually mumbles. “Sorry I could not even do the penalty today” He then adds.
“You have nothing to be sorry about” Silas reassures gently and places a kiss against Nick’s chest.
“I guess you are right” Nick whispers. “It is just … I wanted to win for you, you know?” He explains. “I … well, since I had not played for the whole cup I just wanted to nail this one for you and then I got so nervous and … well, you were there” Nick stammers. Yes, Silas had been there and he had noticed the way Nick had not dared to look in his direction after he missed.
“I was, yes” Silas mumbles. “And I am so proud that you made it to a world cup! How many people can even say they have a boyfriend who made it to the worldcup?”
“Well … 48 teams, each team with around 22 players…” Nick mumbles.
“Stop that, you are not good at math anyways” Silas answers into the other’s chest.
Nick slowly pulls away and looks at his boyfriend. “I am sorry I did not score for you like I had promised” He mumbles seriously. He had promised Silas a goal before they even flew to the world cup, but Silas does not care. Of course it is nice to see your boyfriend score and then make a gesture that only you truly understand, but it is the last thing Silas cares about. He wants Nick to be happy and to do what he loves, but he has never cared about how successful Nick is or not.
Silas smiles and shakes his head. “It does not matter” He insists.
“I feel like it does, especially because we lost so early on …” Nick replies. “I just … ugh” He pulls out of the hug and walks over to the bed, sinking onto it and pressing his hands over his face. “I at least wanted to give you a goal, just one, just for you…” Nick glances up at his boyfriend, who is still wearing the Woltemade jersey. “I want you to be proud to wear my jersey…”
“Nick, not even three years ago you were playing third league and now you are here, you played at the world cup” Silas points out. “I am always proud to wear your jersey”
“Well … don’t know if you can say I played when I was on the field for just a second” Nick grumbles.
“You played” Silas insists and lays down next to Nick.
Nick turns his head slowly to look at his boyfriend. “I just … I don’t want to … I just wanted to make you proud, you know?”
“And you made me proud” Silas promises again and reaches his hand out to stroke Nick’s cheek.
“You are the best thing to have ever happened to me and I don’t want you to doubt … us or anything” Nick whispers shyly, a flush creeping over his face
Silas raises his eyebrow. “Nick, first of all, I would never doubt us because of your work performance and second of all, I did not doubt us when you played for SV Elversberg, why the hell would I judge you for not winning the world cup?”
Nick closes his eyes and shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know” He mumbles and rubs his eyes.
“I am not your jersey chaser” Silas exclaims, which finally brings a little smile onto the other’s face.
“Are you sure? You look so good in mine” Nick says.
“Ass” Silas mumbles. He nuzzles his face against Nick’s neck, before he finally says: “Let me comfort you?” All he wants is to make sure that Nick feels better, because he deserves that more than anything else. It is not his fault that they lost, Nick tried his best.
“Mmh” Nick just makes, but does not reply.
Silas rolls his eyes lovingly and smiles. He presses another kiss to Nick’s neck. “You need to relax” Silas decides and he has always known how to do just that. When they were younger and had not started dating yet Silas had tried to calm him down with reassurance, but by now he has learned that the best way to calm Nick down is with loving touches. It is a great way to connect and spend time too, but currently the main focus is to make sure that Nick feels better.
“Come on” Silas insists. He pushes his hands under Nick’s shirt and slowly pushes it off, before he just manhandles Nick to lay on his stomach. Usually Nick is never that easy to manhandle, but he seems very obviously done with the day and willing to just let Silas do whatever he wants.
“I got you” Silas promises. He pushes Nick’s shirts over his head and off.
“Got you in what way?” Nick jokes, but he does not protest and just waits.
Silas smiles. He grabs a bottle of bodyoil, which Nick claims to not care about, but secretly loves when Silas puts it on, from the bathroom.
“How is it calming to be left alone?” Nick whines from the bed and turns his head to see his boyfriend.
“Calm down, you drama queen!” Silas exclaims and shakes his head. In reality he is glad though, that Nick is already ready to joke and be dramatic again. He had been scared that he would need to find a way to get Nick to stop crying non-stop.
“Well, I am sad. I need cuddles” Nick just answers.
Silas smiles to himself and drips some oil onto his hands, slowly warming it up between his hands, before he places his hands on the small of Nick’s back.
“You know I already had physio, right?” Nick says, but he giggles quietly - the most beautiful sound in the world to Silas.
“Mmh, well I hope your physio did not kiss your neck” Silas teases and leans down to press his lips against Nick’s neck, while his hands slowly spread over Nick’s back. He can basically feel the shudder running down Nick’s body. Nick can be tough and cool to the outside world, but in private he loves to be babied and pampered a little and he is a slut for neck kissing.
“No, not today” Nick jokes, but afterwards he sinks into the mattress and sighs. “Thank you” He whispers.
“No need to thank me” Silas giggles. “I am glad I am here for you” He then adds.
“I am glad you are here too” Nick answers.
Silas makes a fist and then runs his knuckles down Nick’s spine, he has started to pick up some moves from ASMR videos, because they have been exchanging massages more often recently, whether it is to just do something nice for the other or as foreplay.
Nick lets out a quiet moan and Silas has to smile at the way he can tell Nick is slowly relaxing and letting go of all the pressure and disappointments of the day. He knows one massage won’t make it all better and make Nick forget the everything about the day, but at least he will feel better for a little while.
Silas has never really given it deeper thoughts about what his love language is, but it is starting to look like it might be quality time and physical touch. He always likes to see how Nick melts into a relaxed mess when Silas spoils him or the happy smile which spreads over his face, whenever Silas plans something to do together. And he especially deserves it today.
Silas tries to work out the little tense points that have built up in Nick’s back from the stress, even though he had just seen a professional.
“You don’t have to continue” Nick eventually mumbles into the pillows. Silas glances at his phone on the nightstand. It has been close to 30 minutes.
“Are you sure?” Silas asks. He does not exactly mind, usually they talk a little more whenever he gives Nick a backrub, but he understands that Nick just wants to be quiet right now.
“Mmh” Nick makes. “Come here” He then suggests. So, Silas slides off of the back of Nicks’ thighs, where he usually sits for a massage, and wipes his hands on the sheets, before he lets Nick hug him gently.
“Next time I will score for you” Nick mumbles into Silas’ hair. Silas throws a leg over Nick’s hip to be even closer to him.
“You just want to get blown!” Silas jokes, his face pressed against Nick’s chest, which really, is the best place to be in the world. Nick pushes one hand down the collar of Silas’ shirt and starts to scratch his back.
“Huh?” Nick makes.
“Jetzt wird gefickt, fickt, fickt, Nick Woltemade. Schieß ein Tor, wenn du willst, dass ich dir einen blase” Silas sings. It is a horrible AI world cup song which has been going viral on social media recently and Silas knows that Nick has been teased about it the whole time.
“God, not that bullshit again!” Nick laughs, which is exactly the reaction Silas had hoped for. He just wants to make sure that Nick is feeling better again and realizes that a loss is not an end of the world.
“You know I will sing that every time you score from now on?” Silas grins.
“I might have to quit football,” Nick teases. “Going back to handball or something”
“Never” Silas smiles. “Because I will keep the promise if you score”
He leans up to kiss Nick and then carefully strokes his cheek. “I love you” He says. “And I am still so proud of you”
Nick gives him an unsure smile. “I love you too” He then says and gently strokes Silas’ cheek. “Thank you”
Silas gives Nick’s nose a kiss and smiles. “My hero” he whispers.