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Jude was in a good mood, but really how could he not have been?. No matter how much he loved playing football he also loved vacations, like any other sane person. And it didn’t look like anything could beat the beautiful sunny weather in Spain. Don’t get him wrong he loved England, but it simply did not compare to this.
The fact that he had won the La Liga title with Real Madrid on his first season with them probably helped everything happening in his life feel that much more special. He loved vacations but he also couldn’t wait for this one to end. He had been suffering from withdrawals and it wasn’t just related to playing football. If it involved seeing a certain short midfielder from Barcelona too then no one else had to know but him.
Jude wouldn’t deny that he was maybe being just a tad bit dramatic. They had seen each other over the summer even if it went outside their usual hookup schedule, yeah hookups because that was a thing that they did now. Sometimes, if Jude thought too much about his actions he was sure he’d drive himself mad. But it wasn’t as if he was the only insane one between the two of them because Gavi had been the one to approach him after the classico and that been the start of their season long make-out sessions before match-days onto to go and pretend like they didn’t know each other at all outside the field. It was Gavi’s fault really.
But the hopeless romantic part of Jude couldn’t help but chime in that maybe it was the universe’s idea of conspiring to get them together too because how else would that explain running into each other in Ibiza over the summer when they swore not to see each other? Sure, Ibiza was the hottest tourist spot in Spain and sure all his teammates had made plans to go there but come on, Jude could have fucked off to England if he wanted to but he hadn’t. He had gone to Ibiza as a last minute plan, something about only living once and in turn had had the best summer of his life.
Well, maybe that was an exaggeration but he couldn’t think of anything in the past that had been better. He had gotten to spend time with his friends with a surprising amount of privacy bar the usual fans wanting to take selfies, and he had gotten the chance to hook up with Gavi over and over again. Jude couldn’t say he didn’t see that second one coming the moment they ran into each other.
Gavi had had the audacity to be annoyed at seeing Jude, as if he wasn’t a blessing on earth, thank you very much but even Jude knew that was just a bullshit farce on his part, the moment he found out they were staying in the same hotel he knew they’d end up sneaking out into each other’s rooms. If Gavi friends noticed they didn’t seem to mind, in Jude’s opinion they were all too busy eating each others faces off anyways. Jude would be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered if Gavi had slept with any of them too but the other boy had simply attacked him with a pillow and told him not to ask stupid questions so he had let it go.
It didn’t surprise him how much they kept gravitating towards each other, they had been doing it all year long after all. What had surprised him however was weirdly enough how much closer he felt to Gavi, he had no way of knowing if the other boy felt it too but seeing him interact with his friends made Jude feel like he was getting to know Gavi in ways he hadn’t before. Their hour long smoking sessions in whoever's hotel rooms they ended up in out of the two probably had a role to play in that too. Gavi was such an odd person, he insisted that he didn’t like getting drunk and that he didn’t smoke or vape like the rest of his friends but he had no problem getting high with Jude.
So yeah, Jude would way that it had been the longest and the best week of his life this year, and that was saying a lot, it had been a really long year. He hoped Gavi would feel the same. And he was glad that he wouldn’t have to wait for long, currently both Barcelona and Real Madrid were carrying out their US tour for the pre-season. Jude was happy, it wasn’t a serious match with actual consequences, not that something like that could exist between the two Spanish giants but the game was still less high stakes than the rest, which would mean that he’d get an opportunity to talk to Gavi and maybe even get to spend time with him after the match was over.
Jude didn’t know whether Gavi was going to start, Ancelotti had told him that he would just to get into the rhythm of things but he didn’t know if the same applied for Gavi. He could always just text him but Jude wanted to play hard to get just for a bit. He would melt into Gavi’s arms anyways after seeing him so he wanted some semblance of maintaining his self respect. The classico was supposed to be held at MetLife Stadium and so the social media team had sent out him and Vinicius out on the pitch for the “pitch inspection” , which was really jus an excuse to post videos.
He knew Gavi would be there too, he had been following Barcelona from his burner for a long time, even long before he got to know Gavi. But it helped when he wanted to see him and could just go to the Barcelona page and see what video they had posted. Not that Jude had a lot of luck with how camera shy he was. How much more peculiar could this guy get? Jude didn’t know how someone with such a bold personality on and off the pitch could also be one of the shyest people he had ever met but he wasn’t above admitting that it was adorable as fuck.
Gavi had been wearing a baby blue sweater, different from the usual training kits he wore in the videos. He had obviously been surrounded by his gaggle of twinks, namely Pedri, Ferran, Balde , Fermin and Felix. Jude wanted to gag a bit at that but he held his breath. He didn’t have to keep watching Gavi from his phone any longer because it looked like the Barcelona media team had had the same idea and were filming the players while they were out on the field doing warmups.
When Jude saw Gavi come out into the pitch in that same baby blue sweater holding a water bottle in his hand his face instantly broke into a smile, even if the other boy couldn’t even see him. Anybody else would have but Gavi was short and had shitty eyesight, something Jude had found out only recently when he had pointed out seeing a couple fuck in the balcony across their room, during one of their smoking sessions and Gavi had looked like a confused owl repeatedly asking him where. Maybe the weed hadn’t helped but Jude would still take any chance he could to tease him.
Jude couldn’t help but constantly keep looking in his direction, he knew he wasn’t being discreet but there was no way anybody would suspect anything between them. Gavi was too much of a hater in front of the media for anybody to think otherwise, but only Jude knew the things that went down between them, and that made him feel far more smug than it should have. Gavi had still been carrying around that water bottle with him despite already having finished half of it, but he also seemed to be constantly pressing at his cheek with his left hand.
He also had a frown on his face but Jude hadn’t considered that out of the ordinary, it was a hot summer day and Gavi had notoriously been sensitive to the sun. Jude couldn’t blame him for having a sour expression because he was sure he didn’t look much better. But it didn’t seem to be just that because he continued pressing at his jaw with much more force this time before his teammate; Araujo, took his hand so he’d stop putting it on his jaw and motioned for him to walk over to the doctor that was standing on the sides. It wasn’t exactly unnatural to have someone present but Jude still couldn’t stop watching the scene unfold.
Gavi’s face seemed to be hunched now, as if he was in pain and instead of continuing to press at his jaw he put his face on Araujo’s shoulder and kept it there for what must have been atleast 10 minutes. Jude wanted the ground to swallow him whole. That was definitely the most dramatic thought he had had all day but he wanted to be the one that got to hold Gavi and help him through whatever was happening.
Soon enough he could see Araujo guiding Gavi towards the doctor as the older man brought out a cotton and told Gavi to open his mouth before inserting it there. From context clues, Jude had put together that he probably had a toothache or some problem in his mouth. Not surprising all in his opinion, with how much sugar Gavi liked eating especially being extremely fond of chocolates. Fucking baby.
The whole scene was honestly pathetic, why the hell was the doctor inserting his hands in Gavi’s mouth anyways, didn’t the Barcelona team have better facilities or atleast a proper dentist accompanying them?. And on top of that Gavi had still kept his face nuzzled into Araujo’s shoulder while the older man caressed his hair. Jude didn’t know what was making him so damn jealous. The guy had a wife for god’s sake. But he still couldn’t keep the bitter feeling of jealousy out. It was fine, he would go see Gavi later somehow anyway. He just had to keep his head up and focus on playing, if nothing else got his attention that’d get a reaction out of Gavi for sure.
When Jude opened Twitter before kickoff he saw a clip from Xavi explaining that there was no “Gavi case” in terms of his position on the team and that he was simply not being played today because he had a toothache and needed to get his wisdom teeth out. Jude scrolled through the comments unable to stop himself from giggling out loud at all the ones calling Gavi a baby, they were right after all. Poor baby.
If he also watched a video of Gavi on the bench holding a big fat ice-pack on his cheek with the world’s most pathetic expression on his face more times he could count then that was nobody’s business but his own.
Gavi was going to punch something, this had been the most annoying day that he had had in a while. It made sense, with how perfect the summer had gone for the pre-season to start so awfully for him. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it was only the preseason but he still couldn’t help but feel upset. Real Madrid had won 3-2 with a goal from fucking Jude of all people securing the win, and on top of that his face had swelled up to the size of a football with every inch of it throbbing now.
It had been a slow dull ache at first, to be fair it was his own fault for ignoring it for so long. It had started all the way back during the summer but it had been far easier to ignore and it wasn’t like the rest of his body didn’t hurt worse. But currently the pain in his mouth felt like it was spreading to all parts of his body, even taking in a breath hurt as the cold air hit his teeth. He had already taken painkillers and applied medicine to numb his mouth but that seemed to have worn off already because the pain was back.
He was supposed to go to the dentist after the match was over but he couldn’t stress how much he didn’t want to do that. He already knew he had to get his wisdom teeth out, why bother?. While his teammates would be getting ready for playing against Arsenal he would be getting his wisdom teeth removed, as if that was a fair deal. The staff had trusted him enough to believe that he’d go on his own, so he was obviously going to do the exact opposite and abuse their trust. He could go later in Spain when the matchdays were more demanding, plus he really didn’t want to be alone with only a staff member to take care of him after he went through surgery.
“Are you waiting for one of your twink friends or do you seriously plan on getting an uber to the hotel?.”
”Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell is wrong with you?!.”, of course it had to be him, Bellingham of all people had to go ahead and spot him when he was having a crisis. He picked up the ice-pack that he had dropped on the floor and tried very hard to steel his expression and pretend as if the action didn’t make his head hurt. He wanted to punch Jude and his stupidly bright smile with all his white teeth showing out, seriously how were they so white?.
“Get inside the car, you obviously can’t make it yourself with how miserable you look.”
”You need to leave me alone before I report you for harassment.” , Gavi replied with a sour expression on his face but got inside the car anyways. What else was he supposed to do?. At least Jude had the decency to not throw it in his face, surprisingly. He did however have that smug look on his face that Gavi had gotten entirely too used to.
“Your friends weren’t available to drive you home?.”
Gavi sighed, more because of how exhausted he felt which was odd considering he hadn’t played a single minute. That’s what you get for being sick. “No, it’s not that I just left before any of them could come out.”
Jude hummed before turning on some calming music in the background, their music tastes couldn’t be farther apart with Jude preferring R&B and HipHop and Gavi being more into Kpop and Pop music specifically boybands, the complete opposite of each other but Gavi didn’t mind the soft music in the back right now. He didn’t bother to ask why Jude seemed to know which hotel he was staying at, too exhausted to do so and instead opted to lay his head on the windowsill and rest.
That proved to be a Herculean task however as his tooth was still throbbing, he let out a grunt before biting down on the cotton that was inside his mouth, making his cheek poke out miserably. He was sure he had never looked more swollen in his life. Even if he didn’t point it out he couldn’t help but notice the way Jude kept glancing in his direction. And he really must have been tired because instead of calling him out he put his hand on top of Jude’s resting one before letting out a whine.
“Hmm, my tooth hurts .”
Jude went completely red in the face before responding, “Haven’t they got you to see a dentist yet or anything?.”
Gavi replied miserably, it felt like he was just whining to Jude now rather than having a conversation with him. “I’m supposed to right now but don’t want to.”
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dentist.”
Now it was Gavi’s turn to be red in the face, he swatted at Jude’s hand that he himself had been holding onto before muttering, “Obviously not, I’m just tired.” He covered his ears in annoyance when Jude erupted into the most cute annoying laugh he had ever heard.
“Oh my god, you totally are! So you can take on La Liga defenders without breaking a sweat but the dentist is what scares you?.”
“Hmm…shut up, not scared. I’m just exhausted and don’t wanna deal with it right now.” Jude seemed to soften at that because he stopped laughing and motioned for Gavi to scoot closer to him. He proceeded to tilt Gavi’s head so it was in a comfortable position, all while driving with one hand before cupping Gavi’s hurting cheek with his other hand, instructing him to lay his cheek on his hand with pressure so it’d feel better.
“Hmm, that feels good.”
“I have some painkillers in my bag if you want, are you sure you don’t wanna just go and see a doctor.”
“Stop being nice, you asshole. I need to go but I don’t want to.”
“Maybe you should stop being stubborn first, also…what if I went with you?.”
Gavi shuffled to get into a more comfortable position with Jude’s hand still pressed firmly on his cheek, he went quiet for 5 minutes staring out into space to think about it before blurting out. “Sure, why not..” Jude smiled hearing his response and if that made Gavi’s heart lurch then he didn’t have to know.
“We’re here at your hotel now, I’ll give you some painkillers, take them after you eat something and I’ll meet you tomorrow then? I’ll book the dentist appointment so you don’t have to worry, just show up okay?.”
Gavi hummed in response before staring up at him, batting his eyelashes in the process. Without thinking he removed Jude’s hand from his cheek and held it in his palm for a few seconds before pressing a small kiss on it, shuddering lightly at the movement. Jude’s face had turned completely red at the action but luckily for him Gavi had already gotten out of the car before he could take notice of it.
Jude had been waiting outside for minutes now, he shouldn’t have been surprised considering that Gavi was never on time but anything other than football. But he had started to get worried now, being 30 minutes late was uncharacteristic even for him. So, he decided to barge into his room with the code Gavi had given him later at night only to find him laying on the floor miserably wearing an oversized dark hoodie with shorts. His face looked twice the size that it had been yesterday and he looked alarmingly red. Jude approached him with the fragility of approaching a wounded deer.
“Hey….your face is like really swollen, need any help getting up?.”
“You think I don’t know, asshole?.” , Gavi grunted and Jude would have cooed at how adorable he looked if he didn’t look like he was in intense pain. His hotel room was extremely messy, indicating that he’d struggled while finding his clothes and there were five cups of yogurt open on the table. Yeah, this was going to be a mess. Jude didn’t waste any time listening to what Gavi had to say before scooping him up in his arms and proceeding to carry him downstairs to the car. He had purposefully scheduled an appointment early in the morning so there wouldn’t be any chances of them being seen together. To his surprise, Gavi hadn’t protested once, maybe it was because of how much pain he was in or maybe it was a testament to how close they’d gotten this past year.
It reminded Jude of one of the nights they'd spent together in Ibiza.
Jude didn’t think he’d been this drunk in his life, which was crazy considering he didn’t even remember drinking that much. Gavi on the other hand had been sober, like he always was during their encounters. Something about preferring to be fully awake and in control of his body while Jude preferred a little something to help enhance his experience. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Jude had been kissing Gavi , with quite a bit of force but he clearly didn’t seem to mind because he was eagerly kissing back.
But then when Jude grabbed Gavi by the waist to get him to go under him instead of on top he made a creaking noise, maybe Jude wasn’t all that drunk because he noticed it immediately despite Gavi trying to hide it. He wasted no time in making Gavi sit up and sitting next to him. The other boy had a hand hovering near his body, looking hesitant to place it there.
”What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?.” , Jude spoke with his eyebrows knitted in confusion and Gavi turned red at that, for some odd reason. Jude didn’t think this was anything to get embarrassed about. They were usually good at respecting each other’s boundaries, having developed an understanding of what the other liked so it made no sense for Gavi especially to be shy about voicing something, especially considering how outspoken he was.
“Nothing, you idiot its not you, let’s just keep going.”
“But you look like you’re in pain.” , Jude argued and of course Gavi retaliated back to that instead of admitting that he was.
“I’m not, just keep fucking going. You’re wasting time for no reason, someone’s gonna come in soon enough.”
“No one’s coming in, trust me and stop trying to change the topic.” , when Jude realised that Gavi wouldn’t budge he decided to take matters into his own hands and put his hands in Gavi’s back, at the spot he was clearly itching to touch and applied pressure there. Within seconds Gavi let out a loud groan indicating that he was indeed in pain. He swatted Jude’s arm instantly but Jude put it right back there, frankly not caring about what he wanted.
“Is your back sore? Do you know why he hurts.?”
“It’s not….you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I got a knock on my back against Villareal and then it stopped hurting but it keeps flaring up, especially when I go too long without getting proper rest, its nothing the physios can't sort out.”
“Well too bad the physios aren’t here right now and you’ve only got little old Jude at youe service.”
“I don’t want you to touch me, I’m serious Jude.”
“You literally just had my dick in your mouth.”
“That’s different and you know it.” , Jude was getting annoyed now, he didn’t understand why Gavi was making this a thing but if Gavi was stubborn then he was ten times worse.
“Lay down on your stomach and relax okay? I have some coconut oil I’ll give you a massage and you’ll feel better instantly, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass to sleep with your back hurting.” , Jude explained before walking over towards the table where his bag was laid and opening it to carry out a jar of coconut oil that his mom always told him to carry. He had called it stupid but finally there had been a reason to use it. Even if Gavi had protested and acted stubborn the whole time his back really must have been giving him hell because he did what Jude said anyways.
Jude made his way over to the bed wincing slightly at how red Gavi’s back looked before putting some warm coconut oil in his hands and gently placing it on Gavi’s back, he started slowly making his way up to building a momentum before tracing his back in circular motions. Whatever he was doing must have been working because soon Gavi’s pained grunts turned into satisfied hums. Jude felt proud of himself for some reason.
“I hope you know if you keep playing every single game possible this will just keep happening right?.”
“No. I can just see the physios and sort it out, it’s not that bad plus I don’t start every game.”
“Be serious, you played almost every single matchday and then started every game during the international break and clearly your body is paying for it now.”
“Hmm…you’re just trying to sabotage me.”
”If I was would I be giving you a back massage right now?.”
“How are you so fucking good at this, god….thanks for not bringing up how embarrassing it is that I had to stop in the middle of sex because my back hurts like an old lady.”, Jude giggled at that, for some reason this whole thing felt insanely domestic. He didn’t think he’d mind doing it more than once. Clearly, Gavi didn’t mind either because his satisfied hums had turned into full on moans showing his appreciation.
“No problem, thats what rivals with benefits are for aren’t they?.” , Jude continued massaging his back and really Gavi must have been exhausted because it didn’t take long for him to pass out completely. He looked absolutely adorable with his hair falling in his eyes, letting out soft snores.
Jude resisted the urge to but he couldn’t help but press a kiss on his back before tucking him in bed and laying down next to him.
Contrary to what Jude thought, it had been quite a task getting Gavi to fully cooperate. He seemed adamant on not going inside even if he was fully running a fever by now, not even being able to talk because of how swollen his mouth was. Jude didn’t know why he even bothered bickering with him when it was simply easier to throw him down his shoulders and make him do the things he didn’t want to do anyway.
He hesitated when he entered the clinic with Gavi in tow, he had booked the appointment under a fake name, obviously. He didn’t know how he had managed to get lucky enough to secure an early appointment. Couldn’t he just bribe the doctor so he wouldn’t leak any information?. However when Jude saw Gavi’s face scrunched up in pain it didn’t take him long to walk upto the receptionist and ask her about the appointment. Getting an early appointment had clearly worked because they were the only two people in the clinic. Jude hoped his disguise would be good enough to not give him off or at the very leash the dentist would be nice enough.
The receptionist handed them a form to fill up, presumably with Gavi’s medical information. He had watched his mom do this enough times to have somewhat of a clue what to do, since Gavi seemed too out of it. He guided Gavi towards the uncomfortable red plastic chairs before sitting him down and taking a seat next to him. He made sure that Gavi’s head was propped up on his shoulder with one of Jude’s hands pressed gently against his cheek while he started working on the paperwork. To his surprise, he had known most of the information namely Gavi’s phone number, allergies and his blood group. After the form had been filed it didn’t take long for the doctor to call Gavi in.
When it was time to go inside however Gavi seemed stuck on one thing, he kept tugging at Jude’s shirt as if to say that he wanted him to go inside with him, if his body language hadn’t been enough to get his point across his big doe eyes definitely proved it. There was no way that Jude could have possibly said no to him. He would just have to give the dentist a big fat bribe. He hoped American people cared less than the average Spanish person would have.
The doctor didn’t seem to mind someone else going inside with the patient since it was obvious in this case the patient wouldn’t budge otherwise. Once they got in, Gavi had to sit down immediately on the chair and Jude would be lying if he said it didn’t break his heart a bit how anxious he looked. But he couldn’t do anything other than sit there and reassure Gavi, so he laced their fingers together and held his hand the whole time. It must have worked because Gavi managed to get through the operation in one piece, more importantly without harming the doctor.
Jude hadn’t realised just how bloody and gross getting your wisdom teeth out was until he had just gotten a firsthand view of it. Gavi’s face had dried up blood around it and it seemed more swollen somehow, if that was even possible, but at least his fever had gone down.
The doctor had given Jude a pamphlet on what to do along with instructions on how to take care of Gavi, he listened intently making sure not to miss a single word. It seemed easy enough, Gavi didn’t even seem to be fully awake right now so it made dragging him to the car much easier than he had anticipated. Jude had heard horror stories of people on anaesthesia after wisdom teeth surgery so he wondered what Gavi would be like. He was a blunt person anyway without drugs so what could possibly come out of his mouth right now?.
Right now, he didn’t even seem to be fully registering what was happening while Jude was driving the car. It made his heart flutter how Gavi hadn’t dropped his hand the whole way here and didn’t seem keen on doing so anytime soon. Jude thanked god the commute was short with Gavi’s hotel being 15 minutes away. It made it easier for him to get in and out and get Gavi back to the hotel so he could rest. Getting him to stand up had been a lot more challenging than before considering how drugged out he was but Jude had managed and before he knew it they were back in the hotel room.
He put his shoes away after entering and sat Gavi down on the bed before checking the fridge and taking out the pots of yogurt he had gotten for Gavi, he knew the other boy liked them and the doctor had recommended him to eat soft foods for his recovery. It was a win-win situation. He also laid out the painkillers and anti-nausea meds he was supposed to be giving Gavi before he heard a soft whine come out from underneath the bed followed by quiet sobs.
Oh no.….baby why are you crying.?”, he approached Gavi’s hooded figure, making sure to be gentle as he moved him around. He looked confused, with tears streaming down his face and the bloody gauze in his mouth making him look like a baby. He didn’t have to say anything before Jude realised the painkillers they had given him must have worn off, making him feel the full extent of the pain.
He went to the table and grabbed the yogurt pot before grabbing the gauze he had been given by the doctor to replace the bloody ones in Gavi’s mouth. This was a lot more than he had signed up for.
He approached Gavi who seemed to be shaking before tilting his head to remove the bloody gauze, as if he was a baby. He proceeded to help him get something in his stomach so he could take his meds before replacing the gauze with the clean one. It was a lot more bloodier than he had anticipated but seeing the relief on Gavi’s face when he cleaned out the gauze made it all feel worthwhile. Even though he was done he kept rubbing circles om Gavi’s back to help him relax. He must have been a lot less out of it now because he was starting to speak instead of just making noise.
“So pretty, you are so pretty Jude.” , Jude burst out giggling at that because what else could he possibly do. This was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his entire life and he used to own a pet chihuahua. The way Gavi was acting right now didn’t feel far from that.
“Do you like yogurt?. I like yogurt a lot….thank you so much for getting me some….I like you a lot too you know that right?.I hope you know that.”
“I like you a lot too, Gavi.”
“I like you so much I want to date you, have I ever told you that.” , Jude felt grateful that Gavi couldn’t fully decipher his face right now because he felt like his body was on fire. How was Gavi the one confessing but he was the one that felt embarrassed. His cheeks started hurting from how much he was smiling at this point. He couldn’t help but feel glad that he hadn’t recorded Gavi like he first wanted to, this was far too personal to be on camera.
“I would love that….keep going if you want, you idiot.”
And Gavi did, for atleast 20 minutes he kept going on and on about how pretty he thought Jude was and how much he liked kissing him and how he had liked him for quite a while now but didn’t wanna admit that he had wanted to date a Madrid player, and Jude couldn’t help himself from recording that part. There was no way he would let Gavi live this down.
When Gavi woke up he felt like he had been hit in the face by a meteor, and he must have looked the part too because Jude was next to him giggling with no remorse. Why the hell was this guy still here?. Had he been here this whole time taking care of him?. Gavi’s head still felt fuzzy so he couldn’t piece together his memories properly.
At least the pain had subsided just a bit, it was still bad but nowhere near as awful as the previous day.
“What are you doing still here?. Don’t you have places to be?.” , Gavi tried to speak but it came off jumbled due to the cotton in his mouth, which only seemed to make Jude giggle harder before he slide next to Gavi caressing his hair. Gavi made a disapproving grunt but let him continue anyway. It felt nice.
“What, no thank you for taking care of me?. You didn’t seem this ungrateful yesterday.”
“What did I say yesterday?.” , Gavi was genuinely asking now, he had the feeling he had done something stupid but he couldn’t quite remember what right now. Jude, being the monster that he was instead of telling him insisted on helping him brush his teeth first before getting some food into him, taking care of him in all the ways he was instructed before he gave off any information.
Gavi wanted to die at how domestic the whole thing was and even more so at the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it, even if he’d never admit it. Finally, once he was done eating Jude started speaking with a smug look on his face, “So…..you owe me a date by the way.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?.” , Jude only seemed to grow more smug at Gavi’s confusion but once he brought out his phone Gavi really wished he hadn’t asked. Of course, he had recorded him, that didn’t surprise Gavi at all. What surprised him more were the things he was saying namely about how much he liked Jude and wanted to date him.
He wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Jude seemed to be having the time of his life however because he still couldn’t stop fucking giggling. Gavi was going to kill him. He knew you had to be careful after getting wisdom teeth surgery but he didn’t care, he grabbed the spoon in his hand angling it towards Jude and jumped at him. If Jude was fazed at all then he didn’t show it. Gavi knew his weakness though and proceeded to push him to the ground so he could tickle him.
Once he was done torturing Jude, he laid down beside him on the cold hard floor. For some reason, the coldness of the tiles weren’t bothering him right now. He didn’t like beating around the bush so he got to the point instantly.
“Sooo…..as embarrassing as that was, I’m assuming its a yes?.”
“Obviously, I like you if it wasn’t obvious from everything I did yesterday, you idiot.”
“Hmmm, I like you too.”