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Jamal clapped along with his teammates to thank all the supporters watching them. He secretly glanced at the bench where his boyfriend was sitting. The feeling of euphoria he has whilst playing beside him is unmatched. He had missed him. It sucks that he was injured, he missed his boyfriend every second of the last month. 

“Great game, brother,” Leroy dabbed him up. Jamal smiled at him and showed his appreciation for his teammate back. He quickly jogged off the pitch. 

Florian was talking to their assistant coach, back turned to the field. Jamal jumped on his back. “Jamal-,” Flo yelped quickly grasping his legs. “Hi,” He said in his neck, “Want to leave?” The coach laughed and left them alone. 

“Sure, we do have press though,” Florian laughed a bit. “I want to be alone with you, baby,” Jamal said in his neck again. Avoiding lip readers is important, as being caught on tape could easily lead to rumors.

“That's the job, Bambi,” Flo let Jamal's legs go. Jamal looked at him with a sulky expression. “Come on,” They followed the team out. 

They got some minutes to shower and then they had the go straight to interviews. Jamal doesn't like the press, they always have some stupid-ass questions, but like his boyfriend said; It's the job and he has to do it whether he likes it or not. 

Jamal watched as Florian was asked questions about the match. Jamal grinned at the fact Flo kept shooting eyes off-camera to look at him. “So, Florian, how does scoring twice in a row feel?” the woman asked. “It feels awesome. This whole night feels awesome; winning like we did is just so special,” he replied. “Your teammate, Musiala, broke the game open in the second minute,” Flo nodded looking at him. “Did that give you more confidence?” 

“Of course-, he's standing right here, get in here,” Jamal laughed as he got pulled into the frame. "I'm proud of him, scoring like that really made us get a rush you know,” The interviewer asked a few simple questions and then left them be. 

Jamal felt a wave of tiredness hit his body walking back to the locker room. He slumped next to Flo. His adrenaline died down. He had only played 60 minutes but it felt like the whole 90. “Tired, Bambi?” Florian rubbed his head. “Yeah,” He yawned. “Stay awake till the bus okay?” He pushed the door open. The whole team was sitting, waiting on them.

“Took y'all long enough,” Kai voiced “Oh, shut up. We had an interview”. Florian sat on the bench. Jamal sitting on his lap without even asking it. It was a bit awkward since he was taller but it was cute nonetheless. Jamal leaned back head hitting the wall. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Florian muttered in his neck. Kissing it in the process. “Whatever,” Jamal closed his eyes to rest them as he would say. Florian laughed at his boyfriend's actions, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. 

Nagelsmann quickly went over the team's presentations, he could sense the impatient energy in the room so he wrapped it up quickly. Urging them to go to bed and forbade them from drinking too much. Luckily they were not planning on it. Well, Jamal wasn't. He couldn't wait to just cuddle with his boyfriend. These opportunities are almost nonexistent when it comes to club season football. 

He desperately wanted to cling to his boyfriend when they were walking to the bus. He couldn't tho. The risk of being caught on camera was too big. He had to wait until they were comfortably situated in the back of the team bus. 

Jamal lifted the middle armrest so he could sprawl over Florian’s lap. Florian tried to make himself comfortable but he was cramped in against the window because of how much space Jamal was taking in. He didn't mind tho. He was just happy to be with him. Flo hopes he can transfer to Bayern, it would be a dream come true, being with his boyfriend almost every day. It's getting hard only seeing him over facetime everytime. Jamal looked up at his boyfriend. "Why the long face?” Jamal frowned his eyebrows. “Nothing,” He pressed a kiss on Jamal’s lips. 

It wasn't long before the bus came to a stop. They had arrived back at base. Everyone made their way out. Joshua ordered them to go to sleep, and even though some complaints were thrown around they all listened to their captain. Jamal didn't complain he muttered some good nights to his teammates. 

“Flo, come on,” Jamal placed his head on his back. Impatiently waiting for Flo to finally be done with talking to Kai. “Okay, baby,” Florian hussed him, “Night Kai,” Kai dabbed him up and departed. “You act like a whiney baby you know that schatz,” Florian said. 

As soon as the door closed Jamal stripped to his underwear and jumped on the bed, practically falling asleep the second he laid his head on the pillow. Jamal fought to stay awake during the bus ride, even though he didn't have a reason to. 

“Put on a shirt,” Flo demanded as he put on his flannel pajama pants. “Why?” Jamal asked, speaking into Flo’s pillow that he brought because he couldn't sleep without it. “It's November; it is cold.” Florian said with his mother persona coming out. 

“Don’t wanna,” Jamal complained. “Sit up,” Flo stood next to the bed with one of his shirts in his hand. Jamal sat right up. Flo pulled the shirt over his head. “Thank you,” Jamal kisses him. “No problem,” Flo said in the kiss.

Florian laid down next to him, stealing his pillow from Jamals head. “Hey,” Jamal laughed. “It's mine,” Florian kicked him under the blankets. Jamal smirked at him and laid his head on his chest, secretly liking being the little spoon. “I know I haven't said it yet, but I'm really proud of you and I love you,” Jamal kisses him again. “You don't have to say it I know it,” 

“Goodnight Starboy,”

“Goodnight, I love you Bambi,”