”Wait, did you hear that?” Jude’s question is mixed with pants as he looks down at Gavi.
Gavi pauses, lifting his head from Jude’s neck to respond. “No.” His answer is short and to the point. He looks displeased to have been interrupted by Jude and immediately resumes trailing kisses down his neck, occasionally licking the sensitive skin in a way that makes the latter’s crotch throb.
“Nevermind… then.” Jude lets out a stifled moan when Gavi bites at the sensitive side of his neck. The Spaniard has probably memorized all the spots that make Jude’s vision go white at this point.
Jude doesn’t quite recall how he ended up in Gavi’s flat with the boy grinding on his lap as he trails kisses on his neck but he has no complaints whatsoever.
Jude’s own hands are gripping the younger’s ass, guiding its movement. Every so often, his length rubs against Gavi’s hole, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. He honestly feels quite embarrassed that he’s already close given the fact that their clothes aren’t even off but he can’t find himself to care.
It’s been too long since he was able to have this in the privacy and comfort of their homes. Too many times, they found themselves in some storage closet or a bathroom in Camp Nou or the Bernabeu, so this was a fantastic change of scenery.
Gavi makes a pleased noise and kisses his way up Jude’s sharp jawline to the sensitive spot behind his ear, biting the area as their hip movements grow more frenzied.
Gavi had invited him over after learning that Jude’s international duties wouldn’t start until a few days later. And with Gavi not being called up for Euros due to the continuation of his ACL recovery, they both figured it would be a perfect time to meet.
What started as a one time thing turned into frequent meetups and daily text messages. They haven’t quite put a label to whatever they are but they certainly weren’t seeing anyone outside of each other.
The night had started innocently enough with both of them playing an intense game of FIFA in the living room. Gavi, being the more competitive one out of the pair, was laser focused on trying to defeat Jude’s team but each time, the latter found some way to beat him no matter how hard he played.
"Come on, Pablo, you’re not even trying," Jude had teased, a grin spreading across his face. That asshole was too co*cky for his own good. “Another round?” he had added, a smirk evident on his handsome face.
Gavi, with an extremely unamused look, turned to Jude. He was beginning to regret having him over.
It was after their 6th game that Gavi had decided there was no point. He couldn’t even beat him once. Gavi was so over the game and over losing yet again to Jude f*cking Bellingham.
As he watched the Englishman press the button of the controller, ready to play another round, he knew that he would much rather be doing something else. Something they both know they’re actually here for.
Gavi had made a quick effort crawling over the fluffy cushions of his expensive couch towards Jude. The latter was so focused on arranging the settings of the match that he didn’t notice him.
It wasn’t until Gavi grabbed the controller and threw it to the side that he noticed, eyes widening. Before Jude could react, the younger had flopped onto his lap, wrapping his hands around Jude’s neck.
“What are you d-” Gavi did what he does best when Jude pisses him off and he wants him to stop. He leaned in and kissed him, squeezing his eyes shut hoping the latter realizes that he doesn’t want to play another f*cking game again.
It took another second for Jude to immediately match the movement of Gavi’s lips, grabbing a hold of his tiny waist in the process. He loves how small it is around his large hands.
The game was long forgotten as he opened his mouth, swiping his tongue against Gavi’s and making the other’s knees weak in the process. Bellingham was simply too good with his mouth.
And so, this is how they got to this point. Too lost in lust and pent up aggression coursing through their veins as they rut into each other. Jude would much rather have Gavi naked on a bed with him but they do have a few more days for more. And frankly, he couldn't stop right now even if he tried.
He can tell by the loud moans and pants coming out of Gavi's mouth that he is so close. He can’t blame him. Even Jude feels so close right now. He begins to tell Gavi to rut harder against him when he hears another large thump from the front door.
This startles him, pausing his movements for a few seconds. “You’re seriously not hearing that?” He is so close to Gavi’s face that can see the latter’s pupils blown wide and filled with lust.
Gavi pants, “Hear what?”
“The noise from outside.”
Gavi looks displeased to stop and answer a question when he’d much rather be licking into Jude’s mouth. He groans, “I don’t hear anything but it’s probably a fangirl or someone trying to buzz themselves in through the front gate.” He tries to lean in again.
“You sure?” Last thing Jude needs is someone, much less a fangirl, see him in a compromising position with Barcelona’s golden boy.
“Yeah, the security knows.” He resumes connecting his lips with Jude’s, mouth opening to slip his tongue inside his mouth.
Jude immediately reciprocates, caressing Gavi’s tongue with his own. He trusts that Gavi knows his building complex more than himself.
Gavi resumes and rocks his hips harder against Jude's. The older male, in turn, pushes his hips up faster to try to match its rhythm once more. It feels so bloody good that Jude finds himself ignoring the rational side of his brain telling him to check on that door. His lips and hips move in sync with Gavi as the ardent pleasure consumes him.
Any time he meets Gavi, his mind loses all sense of rationality and he finds himself succumbing to the younger’s advances, whatever they may be. Once, he even f*cked Gavi in the shower of Camp Nou after their match when they could still both hear the footsteps of Pedri and Ferran on the other side of the shower walls. The Spaniard was always getting off to sh*t like that.
“Bellingham, f*cking hell.” Gavi can barely get his words out, his breath fanning against Jude’s neck.
“I know.” Jude squeezes his ass as his movements grow more frantic. He really f*cking missed this. It really could only be Gavi who could make him cum in his pants while he was still fully clothed.
“I’m close.”
“f*ck, me too.”
Even in Jude’s lust ridden mind, he makes out another louder thump against the door. He stills again. This was happening way too many times to be normal. “Okay, you had to have heard that one.”
Who the f*ck was that?
“Ignore it.”
“It’s happening way too m-“ Jude starts.
Gavi lets out an annoyed growl. He tightens his grip on Jude’s neck. His breath fans right against Jude’s face as they stare at each other. “f*cking ignore it,” he says, voice low and final. His tone brings another wave of arousal to Jude. It sounds like Gavi is too lost in the pleasure to even give a f*ck that anyone could walk in on them. That thought makes Jude go insane.
“But… you hear it too?” Jude stutters, barely able to get those words out as Gavi starts moving his hips against him in pleasure and licking his neck. And Jude, he is only a man, after all. He begins moving back against Gavi. He thinks he’s going crazy.
Before Gavi can respond, they hear the front door swing open with a loud thud following.
Both startled, they freeze, peering at the door. Gavi suddenly is on alert, a stark contrast from how he was acting moments ago.
Their eyes immediately widen as they see Fermin laying on the ground near the door.
“What the bloody hell?” Jude looks confused to say the least, looking back at Gavi as if he would know why he is here.
Shocked, Gavi pushes himself off of Jude and runs towards his best friend in worry. He accidentally elbows Jude in the process. The latter gives a yelp but he ignores it, seeing his friend in such an alarming state.
As he gets closer to Fermin, he can immediately smell the alcohol on him. Fermin groans as he struggles to prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes are bloodshot as he mumbles something under his breath. He was crazy drunk, that was evident enough.
“Fermin, what the f*ck happened?” Gavi’s voice is laced with worry as he holds Fermin up as best as he could from the floor.
“The lad looks completely smashed to be honest,” Jude adds from the couch, surveying Fermin from head to toe. He doesn’t know whether to stay or move closer.
Gavi gives him an unamused look.
Fermin, in his drunken state, blinks up at Gavi. He whispers something Gavi can’t hear.
“Can you repeat that?” Gavi can’t make it out for the life of him.
It takes a couple more tries. “She.. left me for real, Pablo.” Fermin barely mutters those words out before he groans, trying to lay down again in pain.
Gavi immediately grabs him before he falls down in defeat again. He sighs, his demeanor softening as he sees his best friend heartbroken. Fermin has been on and off again with his girlfriend for the last few months. He always thought that was the nature of their relationship but it seems that today was the final time. But that is also what he said last time.
“I’m sorry.” He caresses his hair as the latter lays his head on his lap. Gavi has never understood heartbreak but he knew he must console his friend even as frequent as it does happen for him.
“We barely see each other but I really thought we could make it work.”
Gavi nods and lets him continue.
“I thought she was the one,” Fermin sighs, sobering up as he continues to talk.
Many times, Gavi has found himself supporting him as much as he could over the past months as much as the other has been helping him recover from his ACL in the beginning stages. He had even given Fermin a spare key when he needed help with groceries when he couldn’t walk. It was no wonder that Gavi’s was the first place Fermin thought to go to even in his drunken state.
In any case, it was clear that the mood he and Bellingham were under was gone. Fermin made sure of that.
“Well, I know that sh-” Gavi tries to find other words of support but is interrupted.
“Is that f*cking Bellingham?” Fermin’s voice sounds shrill. He squints his eyes towards the couch, thinking he must be seeing things.
Oh sh*t.
Fermin doesn’t know about him.
Even Jude looks like he just realized that Fermin is seeing him.
f*ck.
Bellingham blinks. “Um, no?”
Gavi doesn’t know what to say.
Fermin tries to stand but stumbles and Gavi immediately reaches out for him to help him with his balance. “Yes, it f*cking is.” He looks shocked to say the least. “What the f*ck are you doing here?”
That’s a good f*cking question honestly.
Fermin looks dumbfounded as he finally gets a good look at Jude.
“You’re drunk, mate. This is a hallucination.” Jude tries.
Gavi can’t help but chuckle even under his alarmed state. Bellingham’s such an idiot.
Fermin doesn’t look like he’s having it. He looks between Gavi and Jude, trying to deduce what the f*ck is going on.
Gavi tries to think of some excuse but nothing comes to his brain. He sighs. Well, he should tell him the truth since he is his best friend and frankly, he can’t find another lie that makes sense given the state that he and Jude were found in. “Bellingham… is seeing me.”
“What?” Fermin’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Excuse me?” The alcohol seems to have worn off given this revelation.
Gavi repeats, “I’m seeing Bellingham.”
Even Jude looks surprised that Gavi didn’t try to come up with an excuse.
Fermin looks at Bellingham who gives him a small shrug.
“I’m seeing Pablo,” he adds as if it wasn’t obvious enough from Gavi's disheveled hair.
“What the f*ck.” Fermin looks like he has a thousand thoughts in his head. “You’re seeing him as in…”
“Yes.” Gavi absolutely does not want to elaborate on what that means with Fermin.
“Wait, so all those times that you had something come up when we had matches in Madrid…” Fermin trails off, realizing that Gavi’s excuses were all for Bellingham.
“Yeah…” Gavi adds sheepishly. He doesn’t see any point in lying anymore.
A pregnant pause follows.
“I’m too f*cking drunk for this.” Fermin finally says, holding his head. He makes his way out of the door.
“Wait, you’re just leaving?” Gavi attempts to walk towards his best friend, worried about his potentially still drunken state.
“Yes, Pablo.” Fermin looks back grimacing. “I was planning to stay for the night but I don’t even want a chance of hearing you and Bellingham.”
Gavi’s face immediately reddens as does Jude’s. He really wasn’t wrong though.
“Jesus.”
“I’m calling a taxi.”
Gavi slowly nods, taken aback at Fermin’s surprisingly normal reaction to him and Bellingham.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. We will be talking about this.” Fermin begins walking out. He pauses and adds, “Please use protection.”
Gavi splutters and tries to tell him to f*ck off but he’s already out the door.
Once the door is closed, he looks back at Bellingham who looks all too amused to see that entire exchange. He opens his mouth.
“Don’t say a word.”
