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Pedri had noticed it for days now—the way Gavi’s tongue darted out more often to wet his lips. During training, during casual chats, even in the middle of interviews. It was subtle, but once Pedri caught it, he couldn’t stop noticing.
The thing was, Gavi never went anywhere without his lip balm. His lips were always perfectly moisturized, so why was he licking them so much lately?
Pedri’s gaze lingered, fixated on the plush pink curve of Gavi’s mouth as they sat side by side in the locker room. The younger boy was rambling about something, but Pedri wasn’t listening. All he could think about was the way Gavi’s lips glistened every time his tongue swiped over them.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Gavi suddenly paused, tilting his head. “Pedri?”
Pedri blinked. “Huh?”
“You’ve been staring at me for, like, five minutes straight.” Gavi smirked. “Something on my face?”
Pedri’s ears burned. “No, I just—” He cleared his throat. “Actually, yeah. Why do you keep licking your lips lately? You’re not… dehydrated or something, are you?”
Gavi’s eyes lit up, and he dug into his pocket. “Oh! It’s my new lip balm.” He pulled out a small tube, grinning. “It has a flavor now. Tastes just like those Haribo gummy bears—the ones I love.”
Pedri raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah!” Gavi uncapped it, swiping a layer over his lips before smacking them together. “See?”
Pedri’s throat went dry.
Gavi hesitated, then held out the tube. “Wanna try it?”
Pedri’s pulse jumped. “…can I?”
Gavi nodded. “Sure, just wait—”
But before Gavi could finish, Pedri leaned in.
And kissed him.
It wasn’t a gentle press—it was hungry, curious. The moment their lips touched, Pedri understood. Sweet, fruity, addicting. His tongue traced the seam of Gavi’s mouth, tasting the artificial sugar, the warmth, the softness. He sucked lightly, then nipped, as if Gavi’s lips really were gummy candy.
Gavi made a tiny, startled noise, hands flying up to clutch at Pedri’s jacket. His lips parted instinctively, and Pedri took advantage, deepening the kiss until Gavi was panting, trembling, his face flushed.
Only when Gavi weakly tugged at his collar did Pedri snap back to reality.
He pulled away, horrified.
Gavi’s lips were swollen, glistening, red. His chest rose and fall rapidly, his eyes wide.
Pedri’s face burned. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
Gavi touched his mouth, dazed. “…what was that?”
“I just—I wanted to know how it tasted,” Pedri stammered.
A beat of silence.
Then Gavi’s lips twitched. “…so?”
Pedri swallowed. “…like a gummy bear.”
Gavi’s grin turned wicked. “Wanna find out if it tastes even better the second time?”
Pedri’s breath hitched—
The locker room door slammed open.
“Ooy, you two ready for—wait.” Ferran’s voice cut through the air. “…why do you both look like you just committed a crime?”
Gavi and Pedri jerked apart, faces burning.
Ferran’s eyes narrowed. “…should I come back later?”
Gavi groaned, burying his face in his hands. Pedri just stared at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he was supposed to explain this.
To be continue.