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“Be honest.” Jude let go of the chest press to pay full attention to Gavi. “That Pinto guy gives you drugs.”
Jude huffed out an amused breath. “It’s Pintus.”
Pablo made a motion like same difference with his foot, not bothering to sit up from the bench press. He hooked the barbell into the correct holder and exhaled for a bit of a break. They’d been at the gym all morning. Gavi’s personal gym that was. Because of course, he had one, he was not just some “cute twink”, regardless of what Jude liked to claim.
He heard Jude stand from the machine and draw closer until he was hovering over him. “Feeling inadequate?” he said, the stupid cocky smirk plastered all over his face as he ran his fingers along the barbell.
“I can lift more than you,” said Gavi, trying his best to hide the way his gaze lingered on Jude’s jaw.
“Then what are you complaining about?”
“Lifting strength isn’t the same as brute strength,” Gavi said like Jude was a noob who didn’t even know the basics. Gavi was buffer than Jude. He was fitter than most footballers. He was among the strongest on the team. But he could only do so much before it started affecting his playstyle, and when you were taller, well, it was easier to have a heftier, stronger body and remain mobile.
“And you think the only reason I’m stronger than you—”
“You are not stronger—”
“—Is Pintus giving me drugs?”
He moved around the bench press, stopping at the foot of it where Gavi’s legs were planted on the floor. Gavi had a complete view of him now, of his rippled chest and broad shoulders. He’d lost his top ten minutes in. Pablo guessed they didn’t do clothes in Madrid.
“Every time doping control comes to your facilities Vinicius gets diarrhea.”
Jude laughed for real this time. “You read too much Twitter.”
“You’re not denying it.”
“Because it’s too stupid to deny.” Gavi sat up to face him. “What are you complaining about anyway? Drugs or not, you’re stronger, aren’t you?” He dripped sarcasm.
Pablo narrowed his eyes. Where was he going with this?
“I’ll tell you what,” Jude said, holding out a hand that Gavi took on instinct. He pulled Gavi up. “Since you think you’re soooo much stronger… why don’t we spar?”
That sounded like a terrible idea. An idiotic injury in the making.
Too bad they were both idiots.
“But no pressure. If you’re too scared, say so.”
This motherfucker.
They’d quickly ended up with Gavi flat on his back, Jude hovering over him and pinning his legs to the ground on either side of him. Gavi squirmed and struggled, trying to move his thigh and shake off Jude’s other hand, pinning his arms to the gym mat, but it was impossible.
“I think I’ve won, yeah?” Jude said, his voice so close and warm it was intoxicating.
Annoying. Yes. That was better. Annoying. Not intoxicating.
“Nope,” said Gavi, trying his best to use his legs for some leverage. After a bit more shuffling they ended up in an even more damning position than before, with Jude sitting on him to keep his legs pinned as well as his arms.
“Give it up,” Jude repeated. “If this were wrestling they’d be counting like, five, four, three, two—”
“Shut up.”
“That’s what losers say.” Jude let more of his weight lean on Gavi. That, coupled with the positioning meant Gavi had no hope of getting up. He was stuck here on the floor, his top half riding up, his legs spread apart with Jude’s body on top of him making sure they stayed that way. Both panting and adrenaline high.
“Admit it,” said Jude, tightening his grip. “I’m way stronger than you.”
The nastiest swoop of arousal traveled through Gavi’s stomach and straight to his cock. Shit. He felt the tops of his ears growing hot.
“You’re just taller,” Gavi managed without his voice breaking, roaming his eyes unashamedly across Jude’s face, clavicles, and broad shoulders. Pablo wished he hadn’t taken off his ratty gym tank. It would make him only about half as hot. The guy didn’t seem to notice, too busy gloating over his win. Jude leaned down.
“I could keep you pinned like this all day,” he said. “Wouldn’t even take much effort.” Pablo tried again to squirm out of his grip as though to prove him wrong and failed miserably. “See,” Jude continued. “Are you trying to get away or tickle me?” He laughed and it ought to have been humiliating, emasculating, but Pablo was so aroused it felt like his head was floating. And this idiot Bellingham hadn’t even realized.
Pablo still had some time to rescue himself.
“Get off,” he said. “I think you’ve made your point.”
“No,” said Bellingham. “I kind of like it here.” He shifted a little so Pablo’s thighs were even more open than before. “I like it when you agree I’m right. And to make sure you’ve gotten the message and aren’t just looking for an easy out, I think I’m gonna stay here for a while.”
“Jude,” Gavi tried to say sternly, so pissed off it was turning him on even more.
“I think I’ll hold you down here and—”
“Fuck off,” Gavi said; it was meant to be mean, but it came out like a whine. Like a pathetic desperate little whine. Oh god. Immediately, he felt himself blush. Jude was looking at him now, really looking at him, paying close attention to the body he’d pinned down, especially its latter half.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh.”
“Don’t. Say. A thing,” Gavi bit out threateningly, the attention his cock was getting only making the bulge grow more. Stupid traitorous dick.
“You really are a freak, innit?”
“I’m not—”
In some maneuver straight out of judo, Jude spread Gavi’s legs open so that he could pin both his arms and thighs simultaneously. The fabric of Gavi’s shorts strained against his hard cock. On the inside, his underwear felt wet and he was positive that if this went on any longer, the patch would be visible straight through.
Pablo was mortified. They were on the floor of his gym room, for fuck’s sake. They were sweaty and sticky. Bellingham had just embarrassed him in a spar. Nothing was supposed to be hot about this.
He had never been so turned on in his life.
“Do you like this?” Jude teased, his voice down an octave. “Do you like that you can’t move an inch unless I let you?”
“I can move,” Gavi said stubbornly.
“Try,” Jude challenged.
It was impossible. It was like fucking rocks were weighing his thighs down, an iron grip chaining him to the floor. The harder Pablo squirmed, the more Jude’s resistance around his spread thighs tightened.
“You’re stuck, pretty boy,” Jude said, no fatigue in his voice, like holding Gavi down was costing him nothing. Pablo needed a visit with the psychologist because his body seemed to register that humiliating statement as one of the hottest things it had ever heard. Jude leaned down, licking along the shell of Gavi’s ear. Gavi’s back began to arch against his will, searching for the contact Jude seemed to be deliberately avoiding. “I can do whatever the hell I want with you.”
A low noise escaped his throat.
“I could hold you down,” he said, mouthing down his jaw with open kisses that felt like burns as if to punctuate. “Strip you—” Another kiss, with teeth this time, hard enough on his collarbone to leave at least a bit of a mark.“ — open you up and fuck you right here in the middle of your own gym.”
“Please,” Pablo gasped, searching desperately for contact.
“Please what?”
“Come on—”
“Please what, Pablo?”
“You know.” The situation was embarrasing enough as it was. Pablo hated losing control like this. He hated how much he loved it.
“I don’t think I do.”
“Jude—”
“You want me to hold you down here like a little slut and fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name? You want me to force your thighs open and pound into you until you’re a shaking, trembling mess? Is that it, pretty boy?”
“I didn’t—”
“Is it what you want or not?”
Pablo hesitated. Although they’d been dating for a while now and had tried pretty much every sexual dynamic possible, including this one, a part of him was still scared every time he had to fully give up control, some weird complex in his head about how that would translate for them on the football pitch making things difficult.
But the truth was that Pablo loved it. He was typically quite a controlling guy, which made those few times he decided to submit that much sweeter and more mind-blowing.
“Because I’m not doing anything you don’t want,” Jude said, though there was a sharp edge to it.
“Yeah,” said Gavi finally. “Yeah. Please.”
Jude smiled slightly. “Okay,” he said. “Say I want you to stuff me with your cock.”
Pablo had to laugh. “I’m not saying that shit.”
“Say I want you to stuff me with your massive cock.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jude said, actually moving off Gavi.
“No, don’t—”
“Why shouldn’t I? You’re clearly not interested enough.”
God, Gavi hated him. This side of him, the one he’d probably been used to showing to girls before Gavi ruined sex for him with anyone else, it rarely came out. But when it did, he was like a totally different person.
An unbearably hot one that was.
“I clearly am.”
“You aren’t,” Jude insisted. “If you want to get fucked like a whore you’re going to beg for it like one.”
Pablo swallowed. He looked Jude straight in the eyes. “I… want you to stuff me with your… massive cock.”
Jude’s pupils were so dilated they practically took up his whole eyes. “Ask nicely,” he said, snaking a hand across Gavi’s stomach and spreading it there, pressing down as if to remind him of their size difference.
Pablo swallowed again. “Please, I want you to stuff me with your massive cock until I can’t feel anything else anymor— ah—”
“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jude said, stroking Pablo’s aching cock above his shorts and resuming his kisses, climbing back up his neck and onto his mouth. He was harsh with it, taking what he wanted while all Pablo could do was receive, open-mouthed and panting as Jude’s tongue and lips branded him. He didn’t bother to take Pablo’s shirt off, just pushing it up beneath his armpits to expose his chest.
“Fuck— ah— that’s—” Pablo threw his head to the side, gasping as Jude took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a tit, like Pablo was a girl. He was squirming all over the place, especially as Jude’s hand on his lower side was gone.
Jude paid more attention to his chest than he ever had, sucking on each side, leaving bruising hickeys all over his sternum and stomach. The open-mouthed kisses on Gavi’s v-line almost killed him, his hips twitching upwards wildly for some, any friction.
Jude didn’t ask as he lifted Gavi’s legs and pulled his underwear and shorts right off, throwing them to the side somewhere. While he was still decently clothed, Gavi was left in just his top, pulled up and covering nothing. The cold air on his cock had him nauseated with need.
Like he was a ragdoll, Jude spread Gavi’s legs wide open. “Look at how wet you are,” Jude said, watching as precum dribbled from Pablo’s tip onto his stomach. “Do you like being treated like a girl? Do you like when I—” He stroked along the length of Pablo’s cock, the contact so delicious after all the teasing Pablo could do nothing but twitch and gasp out “Joder,” under his breath. “—rub your clit?”
It should have been weird. He should have been getting up and running out of there. Instead, he had to clench to stop himself from coming. Jude wrapped his hand around Gavi, rubbing the underside of his bulbous tip with a thumb in little circles that had no business feeling so good. “Can you come on just my fingers, sweetheart, or do you want me to eat your pussy out?”
Pablo was a fucking man. He did not have a fucking pussy.
He still spread his thighs wider and all but moaned, “Mhm.”
When Jude leaned down and wrapped his lips around him, Pablo almost came on the spot. He would’ve come, had it not been for Jude’s fingers at the base of his cock, squeezing. Too far gone for inhibitions, Pablo fucked into Jude’s mouth, spit dribbled out of the sides, making the slide even wetter. After about ten seconds of letting Gavi have his way, Jude held his thighs down and sucked the way I wanted, at his own maddening pace. He let go with a pop and moved down to Pablo’s hole, spitting a mix of saliva and pre-cum onto it before working it into the hole with flat-tongued licks.
“Fuck—ah—” Pablo squirmed as Jude’s tongue managed to breach the tight ring of muscle slightly, helped along by the spit. But it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. “Need— ah— need more— please—”
Jude leaned up. “I’ll be two seconds,” he said. “Unless you want to take this to the bed.”
Pablo shook his head.
“Freak,” said Jude, though Pablo didn’t miss how he returned with the lube in record time. He didn’t bother to warm it up first,l odging the bottle's nozzle into Gavi’s hole and squeezing. Pablo shivered. Then Jude slicked up his fingers and rested them on Pablo’s rim.
“Want these in your cunt, sweetheart?”
The guy wanted to kill him. That was the only explanation.
Pablo just looked at him impatiently.
“Want them or not?”
“…Yes.”
“Where?” He felt himself blush, and the fact that his cock was twitching didn’t help his case.
“In my cunt,” he mumbled. Jude’s jaw clenched as the first finger finally, finally entered Gavi. Past any shame now, he bore down on it and immediately begged for another.
“Made to be stuffed, isn’t it?” Jude said, swallowing every time he hit Gavi’s prostate and he moaned like a wonton slut. “Your cunt.”
He added a third finger, the stretch painfully delicious. They’d both been too tired to fuck yesterday and in the morning they had gotten distracted, hadn’t been in the mood. This was their first time in a while. Gavi had really fucking missed it.
“More,” he begged.
“Fingers aren’t enough, huh?” said Jude. “You need my cock stretching you open, don’t you? You need me cumming inside your tight little cunt until it drips—”
Pablo came violently, the spurts landing all over his chest and stomach. Jude removed his fingers, pulled his shorts down just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and huge, scooped up some of Pablo’s cum to slick himself up with, and slid straight in with little warning nor prep.
“God—” Pablo said, his vision going white. He felt so full, so stuffed, it took him a second to catch his breath.
That second was all he had before Jude began to piston in and out of him at a brutal pace, each stroke deep and lethal. “Is your little cunt satisfied?”Jude asked, pushing down on Gavi’s stomach right above his dick as he drilled into his prostrate. The motion made more cum dribble out of Pablo’s tip, almost forcing it out. “It’s sucking me right in, pretty boy.”
“Harder,” Pablo begged, choking on a moan. “Joder, joder, jode—ah—”
“I’m in so— mhm— deep I can feel myself,” Jude said. He couldn’t, of course, that was impossible, but the words coupled with the hand on his stomach had Pablo groaning. After a while like that, he spun Gavi around, pressed him into the floor, and took him mercilessly from behind.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy, baby,” he whispered into Pablo’s ear, planting kisses onto his shoulder blade with every thrust. “I’m going to fill your cunt up—”
“Fill me up,” he said, completely gone, delirious. “Fill up my cunt—”
When he felt Jude still and his seed gush inside, he came hard enough for the third time that he blacked out.
“I’m so strong all I had to use to knock you out was my dick,” Jude said in the shower.
Gavi stopped lathering shampoo on his hair to pull on it instead.
“I’ll kill you.”