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Something is wrong. This season is not it. It's not going the way he imagined.
A lot has changed: new faces have appeared, old ones have disappeared. Jude has always considered himself a sociable lad, getting along with new people was never at the top of his list of problems.
But again, a lot has changed. The feels, the vibes, they all are different. This match was different.
The cold water flowing from the faucet does not help, and the solitude offered by the empty walls of the bathroom only prevents sober thinking. He's the one to blame, shouldn't have refused his teammates' offers of driving him home just because no one's post-match mood matched his.
Jude realizes he was not the main joke of the day, another newcomer took that role. The sad thing is that's not the only role he took. A new super star has arrived, and nothing is the same.
On this day last year, Jude marveled at the replays of his goals, with trepidation in his heart read the articles and comments praising his glorious Clasico debut.
On this day last year, Jude was drunk, and if you ask what made him dizzier: the variety of drinks served by Vini or the tears flowing down from his rival's eyes, he probably won't be able to give a clear answer. And if you ask him what was more beautiful: the tears or the eyes they were falling from, he'll definitely refuse to answer.
Today that same rival and owner of those eyes was laughing so brazenly at their entire team.
"Oh, I thought there was no one left here," says a genuinely surprised voice, and Jude recognizes it immediately. He's started to hate that shrill voice.
"Came here to cry alone?" surprise is replaced by biting audacity. Adrenaline is obviously still high in his blood, Jude gets it, he's no stranger to that feeling but the reckless idiot chose a wrong person to stroke his ego.
Jude is not Vini.
He won't let Gavi get into his head, won't let himself be provoked by some childish insults even though Gavi's not wrong — he really wanted to be alone.
"I get it, you won, even though you didn't do much for the victory. Now fuck off, I'm not Vini, 'm not as kind."
The stern tone of his voice should've worked, it almost always does. Mother nature blessed Jude with everything he needs to be intimidating whenever he wants to but for a moment Jude forgot who he's talking to. Instead of fucking off the bastard laughs.
"Ooh, so scary, look, I'm shaking."
Jude doesn't look, he doesn't have to, he can sense the shit eating grin comfortably resting on Gavi's lips. His whole body tenses as he hears Gavi's steps. He's getting closer, Jude doesn't like it.
"I told you to fuck off, I won't be as gentle as Vini," he says as a last warning but his intention gets ignored as expected.
"I hope so, that loser is all bark and no bite."
Gavi stops right next to Jude, watching him closely. Jude's still leaning over the sink, he can't see Gavi's gaze but the flame coming from it is so hot he swears it can burn him alive.
"Or maybe he doesn't want to entertain your entitled ass," he spits out, finally casting a quick glance at the boy. Everything about him is infuriating: from his personality to how fucking pretty he looks. Annoying.
"And I thank God for that," says Gavi, sounding genuinely relieved, "I'd hate the idea of him entertaining me."
Jude almost shivers from the way the last words linger on his tongue. What exactly does he want from him?
"But you're not him, you said it yourself," continues Gavi before Jude can even pick a question he wants to know the answer to the most. "Of course if it doesn't mean that you're a bigger crybaby, as if it's even pos—"
Jude takes advantage of their size difference, and grabs hold of Gavi's oversized sweater — that shit makes him look more delicate than he already is, it makes Jude madder than he already is — presses his back against the nearby wall.
He roughly pushes his knee between Gavi's legs and rubs it right against his groin.
"What were you saying, Pablito?" he whispers in Gavi's ear through gritted teeth, hoping that the change of positions will sober him up — sober them both up. He secretly despises himself for remembering the little shit's first name despite no one around him ever using it. "Not so cocky anymore?"
"Wow," Gavi doesn't look upset or scared at all, only licks his lips and smiles in a completely crazy way; the dark iris is almost completely hidden behind the width of the pupil. The whole thing excites him. "You can bite."
"I can do much more than that," Jude deliberately bites his earlobe and lifts his knee higher. "Here's some advice: don't piss off big boys you can't handle, unless you want me to teach you how this game is played."
Of course, Jude is bluffing, he's not going to do anything to Gavi, he just wants to scare him a little... Okay, not really. The adrenaline in his blood is high; the bitter taste of the loss is still evident in his mouth; and the boy is so maddening, it pisses Jude off to the point of shaking and seeing stars: because Gavi is so hot and fuckable, and he looks too fucking right when he's squeezed like this between Jude's body and the fucking wall. Jude's ready to say goodbye to his self-control.
"What you gonna do?" asks Gavi, looking more defiant than ever. Something tells Jude he already knows the answer, he just wants to hear it. And even experience it. Yeah, definitely.
"Really wanna know?"
"Wouldn't ask if I didn't, don't you think?" Gavi whispers as if they aren't the only people in the room and someone else may find out about the forbidden game they're playing.
Jude slowly lowers his gaze to Gavi's lips.
"I'd make you put those fingers in your cute, little ass, slowly, one by one."
He can feel Gavi's body tensing, loses himself in his gaze full of desire.
"You think I'll need four?" Gavi leans forward, as if savoring the moment, and stares into his eyes. Jude can feel the heat of his body, his strength. There's an animalistic need to give in to that strength; he almost hates himself for enjoying it.
"I know you will. We don't want to hurt you, do we?"
Yet he continues to play. Takes Gavi's hand and puts it on his clothed cock, lets the boy feel the proof of his words and almost moans at the surprised yet excited exhale that escapes Gavi's lips.
"I don't mind a little pain."
Hard to stop, especially when the opponent is so outrageously shameless and addictive at the same time.
"Of course you don't, and I'd make sure you get what you deserve," he says.
The tension between them feels like it can burn the entire stadium. Jude doubts the closed roof will help, it never does.
He's just a few centimeters away when Gavi's fingers rest on his lips in a silent prohibition.
"Don't tell me you got scared now," Jude sincerly hopes he managed to hide the treacherous desperation in his voice.
"I have to go. I don't think I'll be able to stop if we..." The velvety whisper flows into his consciousness like molasses; Jude likes to hear Gavi's voice. What an irony, he thinks, when they were on the pitch he was absolutely sure he hated it.
"Not letting you go now," he mutters and closes the unnecessary distance between them completely, kisses Gavi's surprised, slightly open mouth.
A mistake. This is a huge mistake. The thought beats in his head in time with his heartbeat, but self-control goes to hell when Gavi eagerly parts his lips to let Jude's tongue lick into his mouth.
Shorty kisses criminally well, intertwines their tongues so furiously, as if this is the last thing they will do in this life. Gavi's fingers tangle in Jude's hair, slide over his chest, pulling him even closer so there's not a millimeter between them.
Feels so fucking wrong, yet so insanely sweet.
Jude can't explain to himself how it happened that only half an hour ago he wanted to punch the insufferable prick in the face, and now he's kissing him with no intention of letting go.
They reluctantly break the kiss, gasping for air. Ragged breath, swollen lips — Gavi runs his tongue over his lower lip, leaving Jude hypnotized by the scarlet color of it. The realization that he did it makes the languor in Jude's lower abdomen intensify. He repeats the path of Gavi's tongue with his thumb, licks off the remains of saliva in desperate need of keeping the boy's taste in his mouth.
"I have to go," Gavi breathes out again.
"We can continue in my place." This time he knows his voice totaly exposed the hunger he feels.
"I can't, Pau is waiting for me." Gavi lightly traces the outline of Jude's mouth, catching his breath with fingertips, and almost regretfully lowers his hand.
"Pablo, I'm ready! Bro, where are you?" They hear Cubarsi's voice and Jude thinks he hates that emoji face now more than he did on the pitch.
"Fuck."
"Maybe next time, Bellingham." Gavi giggles and walks away, leaving Jude alone, standing in the middle of the bathroom.
***
Gavi
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂💀💀💀💀💀💀🤡🤡🤡🤡
Can't believe this is my life😭😭😭
JudeBellingham
Nah fuck off
Gavi
🙂↔️I have no plans of fucking off
How's the ballon d'oro winner doing💀
JudeBellingham
You're a fuckin menace you know that?
Gavi
Oh come on, I can't stand that loser
You thought I was gonna be sad for him???
JudeBellingham
No but have some decorum at least
Gavi
🙄🥱
You don't understand shit Bellingham
It's called banter
Plus if anyone from madrid deserved it it was either Carva or you
JudeBellingham
Yeah yeah but still
And thanks I guess
Gavi
Stop edging, just tell me what's going on in enemy's camp
JudeBellingham
Well he's sad and angry and motivated
Satisfied?
Gavi
You could've stopped at he's sad, thanks😘
Fuck him
JudeBellingham
The only one I'm planning to fuck is you
Gavi
Is that a threat?
JudeBellingham
You tell me
Gavi
I'd say it's a motivation
JudeBellingham
Fuckin shameless
Gavi
Maybe a little
Anyways I'm tired
This week was too good, it exhausted the shit outta me
Good night Bellingham
JudeBellingham
Can't fully agree with week being good but yeah good night
And my name is Jude
Gavi
No way😱
JudeBellingham
Fuck off
Gavi
😂
Good night Jude
JudeBellingham
Good night Pablo