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He’d probably packed way too much. Or not enough, according to his mother. She’d insisted he had a spare of everything and that yes, his entire closet was necessary to be packed away in the three large bags he was cautiously hauling down the side road he’d just turned onto. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he didn’t have to do laundry until right before he was leaving.

In a sense, Gabi was happy with the situation that his very large bags were putting him in. Normally, he’d walk with a purpose down the street and not exactly take in the surroundings, but with being bogged down by what felt like a hundred kilos of clothes and toiletries, he had a bit of time to look around and actually see where he was. And wow, it was amazing.

Pretty much all he’d seen of Berlin thus far was the airport and the inside of a taxi. So, the quiet side road in the neighborhood he’d been instructed to make his way to by the guide given to him by his exchange program was a nice change of pace. The apartment buildings were adorned with details that showed their history, each unique from the next. It wasn’t so much like Osasco, where everything was built up and surrounded by concrete and steel. Gabi missed home a little, but there was a deep, relevant excitement he felt just setting foot in a new country. Brazil was his beautiful home, but Germany could be beautiful too.

He looked down at his phone once more, watching as his Google Maps icon got closer and closer to its destination. That was a relief, as the bags strung along his back and shoulders were starting to weigh down on his wiry body more than he liked to admit. His friends at university in Osasco had joked that he was going to get jerked around by the apparently aggressive German men and women. To be honest, he didn’t think that would be too bad. 

The apartment was just one more building up on the right. Gabi shoved his phone back in his pocket, making one last effort to haul his bags up the street. While he had learned quite a bit about the culture and machinations of Berlin in advance of the engineering exchange program, one thing he knew quite little about was his host family. Months ago, he had been told it would be a couple with no children, but he hadn’t exactly gotten to have much contact with them, which was surprising. 

Most of his new friends in the WhatsApp group chat for the program had been in contact with their families, some more in depth than others, but he had quickly found he was in the lowest percentile. So, did he know what to expect? Not exactly.

He knocked on the door to the apartment he had now fully approached. A zip of excitement kissed his spine; the idea of not knowing anything about what he was getting himself into was surprisingly appealing. There was no immediate answer to the door, so he knocked again, feeling slightly more timid. He definitely had the right address, didn’t he? He double checked his phone and looked at the number on the building. Yep, that was the one.

Just before he brought his hand once more against the door, it finally opened, and he dropped his hand to his side.

“Bist du…” the man at the door said slowly, and Gabi immediately perked up, smiling as best he could despite the jet lag that was now starting to weigh down on his eyelids and lips.

“Ich bin Gabriel, Ihr Exchange-Student,” Gabi started, forgetting out of nervousness how to say ‘exchange student’ in German. “Bissen Sie Herr Hülkenberg?”  

The man at the door looked at him without saying anything more for a couple more seconds, and Gabi stared back, starting to feel those nerves that had made him forget his German start to affect him in other ways. Finally, he shrugged. “You speak English?”

“Uhm, yeah, I do.”

“Good, then we’re speaking English from now on. And call me Nico, please.”

Nico took two of Gabi’s bags from him without even asking, though he was more than relieved to get the weight off his shoulders. He followed the man inside, taking a look around the apartment as he did. It was relatively bare, without many things hung on the wall or accessories that might warm the space. He caught sight of the simple kitchen and living room, which were also both minimally furnished. It was very much giving a bachelor apartment, which surprised Gabi since he had been under the impression there was a woman in the picture.

It wasn’t that Gabi had had a certain vision of what Nico Hülkenberg would look like in his head, but whatever vision he had had was not fitting. He’d expected an intellectual, put-together young German man, but his eyes had instead been met with unkempt blond hair, a stubbly beard, and eyes lined with bags. He looked maybe forty-or-so years old, though dressed in the ratty style of someone Gabi’s age. Handsome, yes, but a bit grizzled. There were certainly questions circling his brain.

“You said your name was Gabriel?” Nico said finally, setting Gabi’s bags down at the entrance to a room. Before answering, he peeked inside briefly, seeing a bed and dresser, though not much else of note. 

Nico had pronounced his name like Gay-bree-ul despite the fact he had said his own name correctly not even a couple minutes before. “Yes, it’s Gah-bree-ell.”

“Hm. So, it’s like saying Gabriela without the a.”

“I guess… but you can just call me Gabi if you’d like,” he said, pushing the door to the bedroom open a bit more so he could bring his bags inside. As he had noted before, it was practically just a bed and a dresser, though now he also noticed the nightstand by the bed with a small lamp set on it. 

As he brought his things inside, Nico simply stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “Brazilian, right?” Gabi turned to nod, and Nico pursed his mouth. “Never met anyone from Brazil before. The students around here are usually from elsewhere in Europe.”

That checked out. Gabi had applied for the program, knowing that he was unlikely to be picked based on his location, but he’d miraculously been accepted as the only person from his university. Some of the other students he’d made friends with were from France, Italy, England, and a few other places, but nothing even close to Brazil. There was one American boy, but that was the nearest he could think of. 

Once his things were all inside the room, Gabi sat on the bed, looking at where Nico was still standing in the doorway. His attitude from the moment they’d met had been almost off-putting, and Gabi felt ebbs of curiosity tugging at him. For someone who had volunteered to take in an exchange student, he didn’t seem very enthused about it. Maybe his wife was the interested one, but she didn’t seem to be around. It was the middle of a workday, so that made sense.

“Are you hungry?” Gabi’s attention was once more brought to Nico, and he nodded enthusiastically. The food on the plane had left a lot to be desired, and just the mere mention made his stomach grumble. He knew he’d soon be missing the food at home from what he’d heard about German cooking, but he’d make do.

“Yeah, actually. Very. I can help cook something if you’d like any help,” Gabi offered, but Nico simply shook his head, turning around as the younger man continued to sit on the edge of the bed.

“No need. I was just going to make some toast.”

Toast was not exactly the type of meal that Gabi had been hoping for, but he didn’t protest as Nico finally fully left the room, heading towards the kitchen. In his absence, all the questions that had started circling about the Brazilian’s brain began to intensify, and he took the opportunity to swing his legs up onto the bed so he could lie down for a moment. The mattress was hard. He missed his bed at home already.

Nico was a curious character, but Gabi liked curious characters. Getting to the bottom of people’s personalities was one of his talents. From the immediate looks of it, he would just have to bring out all his stops to do some detective work on Nico. The thought of that excited him.

A few minutes later, Nico peeked his head into Gabi’s room. “You can come to the kitchen if you’d like.” He didn’t wait for an answer before heading back over there, but Gabi felt it quite necessary to follow him, swinging his legs off the bed and stretching as he stood up. As he walked down the hall, he again found the lack of decoration or accessorization very jarring. His family home in Brazil was filled with bright colors and so many little family trinkets that the walls were practically without empty spaces. 

The kitchen was more brightly lit than the hall and felt like it had slightly more character. There was a round table that had a vase of a few flowers in the middle of the space, and so Gabi felt it fitting to sit down there. A moment later, Nico pushed a plate with two pieces of buttered white toast in front of him and sat down opposite him. Nothing was said in that time, so Gabi felt it was acceptable for him to pick up a piece and take a much-needed bite.

Gabi watched as Nico observed him momentarily, the older man's fingers rapping against the wooden table. “What city in Brazil do you come from?” 

“It’s called Osasco. It’s sort of near, sort of a part of São Paolo,” Gabi responded through his bite, watching as Nico leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly. “It’s a big city. Lots of tall buildings. Much taller than anything I’ve seen here so far.”

“Well, Berlin is more of an old city. The old architecture is appreciated how it is.” Gabi took another bite of toast as he listened, thankful that even the small snack was quelling his hunger. “What made you want to come here?” Nico continued, reaching over to grab a mug that had seemingly been on the table before. 

It looked like cold coffee, which was far from appetizing from Gabi’s perspective. “I got into a very cool engineering program at Universität Berlin. I also took some German classes in school, so it’s a bit of a cultural thing, too. Just interested to see what the city has to offer, I guess,” Gabi said with a shrug, finishing his first piece of toast. 

“Engineering is interesting.”

“What do you do for work?”

That topic seemed sour for Nico, though Gabi didn’t regret asking. He had no issue with causing some annoyance if it meant learning more about someone, especially someone as intriguing as his host. “Nothing right now. I’m just a businessman, but I’ve been out of work for a few months.”

“What does your wife do for work?”

If the previous topic had seemed sour, this one was indigestible. Nico was frozen as he looked at Gabi across the table, his mouth curling quite quickly into a frown. “Ex-wife.”

That made a lot of sense. The blank apartment, the lack of any woman around, and the lack of mentions of her in general. The description of the exchange situation had said a couple, but things could change quickly. Maybe Nico hadn’t felt it relevant to update the description, or he’d just forgotten to. Whatever it was, Gabi was curious. Extremely curious. That was just his nature. He wanted nothing more than to ask a million questions, but he stopped himself. He felt that, with being in a new country and meeting a new man, that it was probably highly inappropriate to start to derail their conversation to ask him about his ex-wife. Later, maybe.

“Do you have any restaurant suggestions? I was hoping to go out with some of the other exchange students later tonight,” Gabi prompted, willing to leave the previous topic behind. Nico shook his head, breathing a sigh. Although he didn’t seem completely in despair by the mention of his ex, he didn’t seem incredibly pleased either.

“No, not really. I haven’t lived in this neighborhood for too long,” he responded dryly, crossing his arms as Gabi noticed how his eyes wandered to observe the younger man up and down. Not in a weird way, just in a curious one.

He finished up his second piece of toast a few moments later, and Nico grabbed the plate from his spot without him even having attempted to bring it to the sink to wash. “Oh, thanks.” He got a grunted ‘you’re welcome’ in return. Others might have been disappointed by that standoffish attitude, but Gabi found himself further intrigued by his host. An almost childlike excitement swelled in his chest as he thought of how they might get to know each other. On the other side of it all, where that innocence failed to reach, he considered the fact that something about Nico made his heart race a little. Maybe it was the fact he was double Gabi’s age and handsome at that, but he pushed that down until he felt it might be relevant.

On one hand, he hoped it never became relevant. On the other, he had some ideas.

****

“The lady hosting me… mate… she is gorgeous.” 

Gabi laughed at that comment. It had come from Isack, one of the other exchange students in his program. He was from France and certainly brought a sense of feisty charm that had only partially translated into his WhatsApp messages. Already, he’d made a good impression.

“See, I’ve just got a crazy couple with three kids! I could barely even get through the door before I had two little boys jumping on me!” That reply had come from Kimi, who was the youngest of the bunch, having gone on the exchange his second semester of his first year of school. He was from Italy, a sweet guy overall.

“I’ve just got a pretty average couple, compared to you guys at least. Nice people, except they talk way too fast in German and I totally don't understand half of what they’re saying.” Ollie was the last member of the group, a kind soul from England. Gabi had taken to him quickly in both the WhatsApp group and now in person; he was incredibly easy to talk to.

Ollie turned to Gabi, who was now nursing the pint of beer in front of him. “So, what about your family? What are they like?” he asked, and the Brazilian looked up to see a collection of curious stares around the round table.

“See, it’s funny actually. When I first got all the info, it said I was going to be with a couple, but then when I showed up, it’s just one guy. And he was totally giving off every bit of single energy. So I asked about his ‘wife’ and he let me know that was ex-wife now.” The group laughed at the description of the events. “He’s kinda grumpy, but I think I’ll like him.”

“He sounds like your type, playboy. Older, single man? What an opportunity,” Isack teased, and Gabi blushed, rolling his eyes. Was that the reputation he’d dragged up for himself over the course of their talking? He would hook up with anyone, not just men old enough to be his father. Why discriminate?

Taking another sip of beer, he shook his head, laughing softly. “Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t. Can I at least go to the club and hook up with someone my own age first?” he snapped playfully, and the other boys laughed amongst themselves. The topic of the club had been brought up as something to do once they’d slept off their jet lag, so maybe in a couple days. Classes didn’t start for another two weeks, and the pre-vacation of sorts had been built into their schedules. So, best to take advantage of it. The idea of a Berlin club was something so foreign, and yet so enticing. 

Gabi thought briefly about what Isack had said regarding Nico. It hadn’t been a topic he’d encountered himself thinking about in his brief first impression of his host. Nico was handsome in an unkempt sort of way, though Gabi imagined he was far more handsome when he was cleaned up a bit. Taking advantage of a newly-divorced man twice his age whom he happened to be living with for the next sixteen weeks seemed like a high risk. Something to think about later.

And so he continued the quiet sips of his beer, letting his thoughts wander as his friends laughed amongst themselves, enjoying getting buzzed on their first night in Berlin. Ollie watched Gabi a little closer, patting his shoulder. Maybe he thought that Isack’s comment had made Gabi uncomfortable, which wasn’t the case. “Sounds like a fun situation you’re in,” he said softly, raising his eyebrows, and Gabi snorted. 

“It could be fun if I make it fun. But I only think to do that because Isack is a conniving dickhead.”

“Who’s a conniving dickhead?” The group laughed along with Isack’s response, and Gabi grinned ear to ear. Though, he did look back over at Ollie, who was giving him a small smile. The guy obviously cared about him feeling comfortable, which was appreciated. 

“I’ll keep you updated,” Gabi whispered to him, and Ollie nodded in return, smiling softly as a reply. Maybe Gabi would, maybe he wouldn’t, and that was all based on whether there were any updates to give. At that point, he just wanted his host to cook him more than two pieces of toast and maybe add a picture to the wall or something. He couldn’t get away just on that unkempt handsomeness.

****

Nico’s company was something Gabi couldn’t quite understand. With a few days under his belt, the number of interactions they’d had that hadn’t been grunted ‘hellos’ or ‘thank yous’ could be counted on one hand. His host kept to himself, spending the majority of mornings and afternoons either on his laptop, presumably looking for employment, or reading a book on the sofa or in his room alone. The apartment was constantly quiet, something that Gabi was sorely not used to. His home in Brazil was always full of noise, from the booming voice of his father to the humming of his mother as she would cook. Something was always happening.

Nothing was always happening in Nico’s house.

Gabi observed him curiously, a vibe that gave off somewhat admiration from afar. He noticed small mannerisms enough to note them in his memory, things that he may be able to employ for the good of courting their relationship later. Relationship meant friendship at that point; though, he still thought quite a bit about what Isack had said to him offhand.

It was on a particular afternoon that Gabi was lying in his bed looking through his Instagram feed and texting his friends both from back home and those in Germany when there was a light knock on the door to his room. “Come in,” he murmured, placing his phone down as Nico stuck his head through the crack in the entrance, frowning as he looked around. What there was to frown at, Gabi didn’t know. Seemed like the normal German greeting, though.

“Did you want a snack or anything?” he grunted, and Gabi nodded, sitting up in bed. Just as it had been on the first day, the majority of their interactions centered around Nico offering Gabi food, which he was happy to accept, even if it was from a limited selection. “I thought we might actually cook something tonight, so I only wanted to offer something small for now.”

Something caught in Gabi’s chest as he sat there, and he couldn’t resist the chance to grin in a way that felt somewhat signature to him. “Yeah, that sounds great. What would you like to cook?”

Nico shrugged at the question, Gabi following him somewhat like a lost puppy down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he sat in what had become his usual place at the table. “Nothing extravagant. Maybe some pasta or sausages. I’m sick of toast.” His voice was low, grumbly. That sort of signature German grumpiness was quite endearing, Gabi thought. He leaned his elbow on the table, cupping his chin in his hand as he watched Nico rummage through a couple of cabinets until he picked out a bag of chips, placing them on the table so Gabi could do with them as he pleased. 

“Well, I didn’t want to say anything, but I was a little sick of toast too,” Gabi said through what was now a mouthful of said chips. He caught Nico’s brief side-eye, which seemed almost amused, though it was hard to tell from the angle. Whatever it was, he came to sit at the table a moment later, having grabbed an apple and a knife to slice pieces of it off with

Gabi started thinking a lot more about what Isack had said. It was dirty to consider it while Nico was sitting just across the table from him, but what the brain did, the brain did. He watched as the older man pressed his thumb against the back of the knife, carefully guiding it to slice away the apple. His movements were deliberate and calm, matched by the frown of concentration set on his lips. He felt he had no choice but to pull himself away from those observations if he wanted to look normal in any sense of the word.

“Could I have a piece?” Nico looked up from where he was cutting, pausing the motion. He raised an eyebrow, but nodded curtly, handing over the piece he had just cut off to Gabi. He took it wordlessly, nibbling on the edge of it as the older man watched him, which he only caught out of the corner of his eye. 

While Gabi considered all the thoughts that were running through his head, Nico returned to cutting his apple. He sliced in a clean, thoughtful motion, bringing up the small piece he’d cut off to his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. Despite himself, Gabi watched as he bit down on the fruit, some of the juice sticking along his lip that he licked up moments later. Whatever he felt watching that, he wanted to feel it again. And again. And again. 

“Me eating an apple is far less interesting than you make it seem.” Nico’s voice cut through all of Gabi’s brain activity, snapping him back to reality. It was impossible not to feel the embarrassed blush that bloomed on his cheeks as he sat there, palms pressed against his thighs. He watched as Nico’s eyes flitted up once from where he was slicing, a sly smirk crossing his lips momentarily. “How old are you, Gabi?”

“I’m twenty.”

“So that means you’ve had one or two years of school?” Nico set his knife and the remainder of the apple down, taking another bite of one of the sliced pieces as Gabi’s fingers kneaded into his flesh to try to make himself feel slightly more grounded. 

“Second. I was just in Brazil for my whole first year and then half of my second. So this is the second half of my second… yeah, something like that.” Gabi tried not to get caught up in his English, and Nico seemed to find that a little amusing, as he flashed that smirk again before he took another bite of fruit. Again, Gabi caught himself looking at where the juice glistened slightly on Nico’s lips.

The bite of chips that he took was a much-needed distraction from that. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been as entertaining as you probably thought I would be. My ex-wife was the one who liked to have the exchange kids over.” Gabi perked up immediately at Nico’s comment. “But you’re fine. As long as you don’t keep me up, you’ll keep being fine.”

Something about that statement caught Gabi's tongue. If he was anything, he was annoying. On purpose, of course. He bit the inside of his cheek, nodding his head from side to side. “I’ll try not to.” He’d definitely remember that.

“Have you been able to go enjoy the nightlife at all? I remember you wrote a little bit about that in your introduction that you sent a few months ago.”

“Oh, uh, no, haven’t yet. I was hoping to very soon, though,” Gabi stuttered. He was simply surprised that Nico, who had quite literally not known his name and had then mispronounced it (and continued to do so at times) when they’d first met, had somehow remembered the quick, informal introduction email he’d had sent over by his school so that he could give his hosts a bit of an idea of himself. It had been something like, ‘Hi, I’m Gabriel. I’m from Brazil. I like football, race cars, and engineering. I’m excited for the nightlife in Berlin and to see lots of cool places.’ The definition of generic, really. 

“I’m sure you’ll have fun,” Nico grunted, crossing his arms across his chest as he observed Gabi’s slightly nervous mannerisms. The weight of the stare from across the table was something he didn’t exactly know how to deal with, especially as he considered more and more the weight of his own ideas and those that had been implanted in him by Isack those few nights prior. To his great, great dismay, he felt himself strain slightly against his boxers, not enough to freak him out, but enough of a kick to make him very aware of how he was feeling about things.

In an attempt to stave that off, he did what he knew how to do best - be annoying. “I’d bring you along, but I think they’d think you were chaperoning me!” he giggled, and Nico raised his eyebrows in mock offense. Well, maybe a little real offense.

“I’m not even forty yet. If I cleaned up a bit, I could pass as twenty-five,” Nico joked, knowing that neither of them believed that. Maybe thirty. Maybe, Gabi considered, shaking his head and laughing softly.

“That seems like a stretch.”

Nico shrugged, looking over at Gabi with hooded eyes from where he was leaning back in his seat. “For me being only thirty-eight, you seem very interested in the idea of me being an old man.”

Shit. He didn’t know exactly what to say about whatever look Nico was giving him. It didn’t seem as though he was aware of any of Gabi’s thoughts or feelings, but there was just a touch of sass in there meant to meet his own. That little kick in Gabi’s boxers had gone from barely noticeable to almost throbbing. If he wasn’t careful, some of that blood was going to rush to his face and make him look like a complete idiot. 

It was troubling that he felt this way about a newly divorced man. Divorced from his wife. A woman. And here he was, thinking he had a chance. He knew he was awfully naive, but what fun was there in treating everything as it should be treated for reality’s sake?

“Would you excuse me? I’m just going to run to the bathroom really quick.” Gabi’s voice had an obvious stutter as Nico nodded to him, and he could see the older man’s eyes flick over to watch him walk quickly down the hall. Christ, he hoped that his jeans were leaving something to the imagination. 

He shut and locked the door to the bathroom that was at the end of the hall, immediately fumbling at the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down until they pooled at his feet. Gabi slumped down onto the top of the toilet seat, rubbing a hand over his face. A quick look down showed just how hard he was against his underwear. It felt ridiculous to jerk off in the bathroom while his host sat at the table not even a few rooms down, but he couldn’t help it. He really, really couldn’t.

Gabi shoved the scratchy material of his boxers down, immediately wrapping his fingers around his cock. His tip leaked slightly as he ran his thumb against it, an embarrassing reminder of just how pathetic he was. And truly, he was. What on earth was getting into him? Groaning quietly, he leaned his head back against the wall behind the toilet, jerking his hand up and down over his length, quick enough to send a jolt of pleasure up his spine as he ran his free hand over his face again.

There was nothing about Nico that should be setting him off like this. He’d been around plenty of men like him before; stoic, standoffish, and twice his age. Some of them had come and gone. Some of them had pushed his face into the mattress and fucked him like he was nothing. Something barely short of a whimper escaped Gabi’s throat as he squeezed his hand tighter around his cock, thinking of what it would feel like to have those fingers that had so delicately sliced that apple pushing into the dimples of his hips. 

He’d known he was going to cum fast. He didn’t think it was going to be that fast. “Puta merda.” Gabi’s voice was low, but he still felt embarrassed saying even a single word. His cock gave a few weak spurts, painting the hand he had held around it, a drop or two falling onto the bathroom floor. If Nico knew that a rowdy little Brazilian was getting cum on the floor of his bathroom, it seemed doubtful he would be pleased.

After wiping his hand off with some toilet paper, Gabi moved to wipe what had dripped to the ground, making sure that everything was spotless. Nico would suspect nothing, he thought as he stood up off the toilet, dropping the used paper into the bowl and flushing it where no one would ever know exactly what he’d done. 

Or, at least, he hoped so. Despite the wisdom he supposed Nico had, he prayed that there would be no suspicions. Pulling up his boxers and then his jeans, Gabi moved to the sink to wash his hands, splashing a little cold water onto his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, noting the harsh redness of his cheeks that came half from the embarrassment and half from the fact that he had just been closeting his hard-on in tight jeans for longer than he would’ve liked to.

The real embarrassment washed over him when he realized he had no choice but to walk back out to the kitchen and greet Nico as if nothing had happened. And, if he played his cards right, it would seem like truly nothing had. Taking a few long, deep breaths, he slapped his hands against his cheeks a few times, trying to get back into some sort of reasonable state of mind. You came. You’re done. No more of this silly shit, he told himself before opening up the door to the bathroom and walking down the hall to the kitchen.

Nico was still sitting in the same spot, and he craned his neck around to watch as Gabi entered the room with what he felt was an innocent smile. “Sorry about that. Did you want help getting dinner started?” The attempt to start a new conversation felt a bit rushed, but not enough that he thought there might be any suspicions. 

“Sure. You wouldn’t mind running to the supermarket to grab a few things, would you?”

“No, that’d be fine.”

“Good,” Nico said, raising his eyebrows. “You look like you could use a bit of fresh air.”

Fuck.

****

“Would you want to come out for a few drinks tonight?”

Maybe Gabi had underestimated how jarring his request would be to Nico, who was sitting quietly on the couch, reading a book. That’s what he’d been doing for the past few hours, and the younger was starting to feel a bit like he had cabin fever. 

Nico looked up at him, setting his book down and blinking uncertainly. “Why don’t you just go out with your friends?” It felt almost a little embarrassing to be called out like that for the reason that Gabi had intentionally told Isack, Kimi, and Ollie that he wouldn’t be joining them for dinner as an attempt to woo his host a bit. Nothing that would leave him too embarrassed if he failed, but he had decided a small outing wouldn’t be a ridiculous suggestion.

“We couldn’t make plans tonight, so I thought I’d offer,” Gabi followed up, holding his hands behind his back as he fiddled nervously with them. From Nico’s continuous stare in his direction, he felt he might be making a fool of himself. But if the way he’d been feeling said anything about anything, he had felt it necessary to try. 

It had been a week, only just. And yet the way Gabi had been feeling was insane. Insanely hot, but insanely stupid as well. He’d found himself with his hand around his cock or his fingers teasing his hole far more often than felt normal or usual. He couldn’t get enough of it. Even as he stared down at where Nico was still curiously looking at him, he considered what had claimed his thoughts the night before. Gabi had imagined himself on his knees with Nico’s cock against his lips, cheeks flushed red, tears running down his face. 

Thankfully, he was able to focus on something else when Nico finally shrugged, crossing his arms. “Sure, why not. I’m betting that you already know far more about where to go for things in this neighborhood than I do,” he grunted, and Gabi’s face immediately spread into an excited grin. 

“Yeah, I’ve been to a few places. We can go on a little tour of things!” he said with that same elated expression. His joy must’ve been at least a little contagious, as Nico even smiled the tiniest bit. Just that was enough to feel like a small victory for him.

Later that day, when the streets were starting to bustle with people looking for a quick bite to eat or drink after a long day of work, Gabi took his time getting ready. He wanted to look put together enough so that Nico felt he was taking their time together seriously. Whatever that meant, really. The remainder of the afternoon, between when he’d made the suggestion to Nico and the present, had been full of deliberation and concentration on how to best make a good impression. 

He was still trying to read a lot of what Nico was about, and yet he felt he had barely cracked the surface. Sometimes he seemed engaged with Gabi, and other times completely in his own world. His mannerisms were somewhere between uninterested and grumpy most of the time, but there were small actions here and there that showed a higher level of engagement. Like, when they’d cooked pasta together the other day. Gabi had joked with him, and they’d talked freely about Brazil, Germany, school, life, all sorts of things. He’d learned that Nico also liked football and cars, and so they’d had an easy time sharing thoughts on the topics. 

The matter of infatuation was far more difficult to parse. Maybe after a few drinks in both their systems, he’d have a better idea of what he was working with. That was, if anything.

Gabi’s patient waiting in the living room was only an opportunity to get himself feeling worked up, annoyingly enough. He pressed his hands into his lap, kicking the backs of his feet against the couch in an effort to distract himself while Nico was either in his bedroom or the bathroom. He’d also been away for a while, so there were some curiosities there.

As if he’d heard Gabi’s thoughts, Nico emerged not even a few moments later from his bedroom, and the younger had to bite his tongue to avoid saying the first thing that came to his mind.

He looked good. The unkempt hair that he’d been sporting lately had been gelled back, and he’d shaved just a bit to give himself a somewhat more presentable appearance. That, along with the polo that hugged his arms and chest, was making Gabi’s head spin. It was a little pathetic how out of his mind he was feeling over what was probably a very average outfit for someone of Nico’s age hitting the town.

Standing up from the couch, Gabi felt it necessary to keep his smile to a reasonable level, stuffing his hands in his pocket in some effort to look at least reasonably nonchalant. Either way, Nico didn’t seem to care much, immediately heading towards the door to the apartment.

“I don’t want to be out for too long,” he grunted, and Gabi simply nodded, following in his trail as they made their way out of the apartment and into the street. As he had in many of the instances that he’d followed Nico’s lead, he felt like a lost puppy, scampering along in whichever direction he was told. In this case, he was supposed to be the one leading, though, and so Nico looked back at him. “Lead the way.”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” Gabi stuttered, moving to walk alongside Nico, feeling his nerves start to creep up his spine more and more with each step. He knew exactly where he was going, and yet his head felt light as air as he struggled to keep himself together. 

Luckily, Nico was either lacking observance or didn’t care enough about the younger’s lack of composure to comment on it. “You’ve gone here with your friends?” he asked, and Gabi nodded, trying to keep the rhythm in his step calculated so as to distract from thinking too hard about anything else.

“Yes, a few times. We’ve been going out a lot. Only out for dinner and drinks, though. Nothing more serious than that,” he replied, in the distance spotting the restaurant that he had planned to take Nico to. Just the thought of sitting next to the older man at the bar was practically sending him into whole-body twitches.

Nico hummed approvingly. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have fun with the real nightlife when you get to it. I was tempted to say something about how back in my day, I was doing the same, but I thought that might make me sound older than you already think I am.”

It was true, Gabi had called him ‘old man’ a few times in joking conversation, which they’d been able to have here and there in their few interactions over the course of their time together. When Nico wasn’t engrossed in his laptop or book, he actually had a very playful sense of humor. That was partially why the Brazilian had found himself lulled into a state of delirium every time he thought about his host.

They approached the restaurant without too many more shared words, finding two seats next to each other at the bar. Without even asking Gabi anything, Nico alerted the bartender, blurting a few quick German phrases that Gabi could really only grasp ‘Bier’  in. That sounded about right, as within a few seconds, two pints of beer were in front of them. Despite not a sip of alcohol touching his lips, the room felt like it was spinning. 

“Beers are on me,” Nico grunted, and Gabi snapped back into reality, gawking a little awkwardly at the elder. “I appreciate the invitation. I hope I haven’t been a terrible host so far.”

“Oh, anything but! So far, everything’s been great!” Gabi stuttered in return, grabbing the handle of his beer mug and swallowing a healthy portion. He just wanted it to go to his head. That was all, really. “I’ve felt right at home. So really, thanks.” The beer was back at his lips before Nico could say anything else, but he didn’t seem to mind the display.

“I was worried I’d maybe not been as good a host as my ex-wife was. But you’ve been a very good house guest.”

The beer on Gabi’s lips seemed to start doing the talking. “Ah, don’t talk about your ex! We’re having a fun night together.” He immediately worried that he might have overstepped some boundaries, but to his surprise and relief, Nico only smiled, shrugging as he took a long swig of his own drink.

“You have a point. I’ll just enjoy things as they are,” he said after setting his glass down. “I don’t know any bit of my contract with your program that says I can’t take you out for a drink.”

And drink they did. Or Gabi, at least. Beer after beer passed in front of him; the Germans were just insistent on keeping him with a full glass at all times, weren’t they? At some point, it was truly all he could taste. That hoppy sensation on his tongue as he sat there trying his best to keep his eyes open was leaving sensibility behind. 

Luckily for him, Nico was German, and Germans could handle their beer. He had had a few glasses, but nothing compared to Gabi. A watchful eye was kept on the younger, who was now leaning his cheek against the counter as he felt all those thoughts and feelings that he’d been holding down threatening their very best to catch him off guard. 

Then, Nico did something that opened the floodgates. He placed his hand on Gabi’s shoulder, squeezing it a bit. Of course, it was only a comfort. Of course it was. But all he could do was smile lopsidedly, struggling to look up at Nico without his head starting to spin. Against his better judgment, which was sorely missing, he shakily reached out his hand and caught it on the edge of Nico’s collar, holding him rather unceremoniously. He looked at Gabi with something that looked like pity as he continued to rub his shoulder. Their touch was for far different reasons, and Gabi wondered if Nico knew that. If he did, he said nothing.

“I think I'd better take you home. You don’t look well,” Nico said softly, not bothering to shoo away the hand that Gabi still had clutching to his collar. It was a lucky thing that he didn’t have much strength to move his hand, as he had no idea where his scattered consciousness would choose to bring it.

“Mmm… you’ll take me home? Put me to bed?” Gabi mumbled against where his free hand rested against his chin and mouth, his eyes lulling up to watch where Nico was staring down at him with a contemplative frown. He couldn’t quite think enough to consider how he felt about that, but if he wasn’t too drunk to move, he’d sure his cock would’ve kicked in his pants. “You should carry me home, old man. I think I’d like that.”

“I’m sure you can stand, Gabi. Come on.” The hand that Nico had had on Gabi’s shoulder moved to cup under his armpit, forcing him to stand up from where he'd leaned over and sat down. His legs felt like jelly at first, shaking awkwardly as he struggled to stand. Of course he wasn’t thinking when he half-fell, half-chose to fall against where Nico was holding him. The hand that Gabi had had clutching onto the collar of his host was still there, gripping as hard as he could. A bit awkwardly, Nico moved both of their bodies around so that he could help Gabi stand up and also allow him to continue grasping onto his shirt.

All of it made Gabi feel crazy. Every touch, every syllable that was sounded out by Nico’s lips. “Eu não me importaria de ir pra cama com você,” he mumbled under his breath, leaning against his host as they walked out of the bar as slowly as Gabi needed to manage his steps and not collapse to the ground. The hand that had gripped along Nico’s collar now untangled itself from the fabric, moving down as he rubbed it absentmindedly against his chest. There was no indication that he was to be shooed off as they kept walking.

Maybe Nico just thought he was a drunk idiot. He was a drunk idiot. But, unluckily for both of them, those actions still meant something, and Gabi had a feeling that Nico knew that from the way that he continued on stoically. Despite that, it was difficult not to notice even through hooded eyes the way that Nico ground his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping himself silent and focused. 

“Seu peito é tão bonito,” Gabi mumbled once more, his hand feeling along what might be considered Nico’s cleavage, though really just the space between his pecs. He wished he could just run his hand up under the shirt and feel along the pale skin hard with muscle. 

Nico was silent for a moment. All he did was hold Gabi against him. “I don’t like when I don’t know what you’re saying to me. I want to know, Gabi.” His name dripped off Nico’s lips like honey. It almost made him crumble to his knees. 

“Ich liebe die Art, wie du mich hältst.” I love the way you hold me. Those words fell out of Gabi’s mouth faster than he thought his brain could process German. Maybe being drunk allowed him to speak without thinking about it too much. He didn’t know if it was right, nor did he care. His face and body felt like they were on fire. Thank god he didn’t know enough in German to say any of the far worse thoughts that were circling his mind. He could parse out a few. Fick mich in den Arsch. That one was rather self-explanatory. 

He didn’t expect Nico to say anything in return, and he didn’t. But the way that he kept holding onto Gabi’s arm and guiding him down the street said far more than any words could. If Gabi had any vision left through his beer goggles, he swore he saw a bit of rosy blush behind what had remained a stoic frown.

****

His dreams were full of Nico. Of bare skin and rough hands that roamed across his body, covering each inch of his lanky figure. Despite the lack of a discernible face attached to that body, Gabi knew it was his host. It was, of course, how he imagined that touch would feel, roaming across his skin. If he played his cards right, then there wasn’t much longer until the stuff of dreams would be his reality.

****

When Gabi awoke, he was tucked into his bed, the sheets wrapped shoddily around himself from what had obviously been a rough night’s sleep. His head felt heavy with a hangover, which reminded him of the fact that he… was reminded of nothing of the night before. Whatever had happened, the alcohol that was clouding his memory was doing a very good job. 

One of the first things he noticed was the fact that his underwear felt tight. Unwrapping himself from the sheets, he noticed quickly the very serious case of morning wood he was sporting. Groaning, he pushed his cheek into his pillow, shutting his eyes. He found that he usually woke up with such afflictions after wet dreams, and yet he couldn’t quite remember what he’d been dreaming of before waking up. He wasn’t always the best at remembering his dreams, but he was rather miffed at forgetting whatever that one was. Maybe it was because he had a strong inkling that it was about a very specific someone.

Maybe his memories, and hopefully his dream, too, would start to come back to him after he had parched his thirst and put something in his stomach. For the time being, though, he found himself reaching downwards, rubbing himself through his underwear. He was too groggy to fully jack himself off, but he’d draw some pleasure from simple touch.

Of course, he thought of Nico. Gabi wondered what he was up to, since he had no clue what time he’d woken up at. For all he knew, it could’ve been the afternoon, and his host might’ve been out doing errands or something related. He pressed his palm hard against his crotch, moaning softly at the needed stimulation. Desperately, he searched for any memories from the night before, anything that might give him an idea of how things had gone, but he found nothing but severely clouded visions.

A knock on the door to his room made Gabi seize up in shock. He immediately pulled his hand from his crotch, grabbing for the sheets to cover himself up the best he could. “Yeah?” he said shakily, and there was a moment of silence before a cough came from the other side of the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” The door creaked open, and Nico stuck his head in, frowning thoughtfully as he looked down at where Gabi was clutching the sheets basically up to his neck. The fact that there was a comforter and not just a thin layer of fabric was doing wonders in hiding his affliction.

Luckily, Nico did truly seem clueless about what might be going on. “How’re you feeling?” he said rather softly, pushing the door the rest of the way open and crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway. Gabi’s cock, still needy for touch, twitched in his boxers. He was worried there might be beads of sweat forming on his brow.

“I’m okay. Just a bit foggy, that’s all. I hope things were good last night. I honestly can’t remember much,” he laughed, looking for Nico’s reaction very curiously.

That reaction was low-key, but so were most of his reactions. His small smile said something, though. “You drank quite a bit, but it was alright. I think you had fun.” Nico eyed Gabi a bit harder, and he swore that the older man’s eyes wandered down the length of his body as he lay there under the sheets. “I shouldn’t have let you get to that state, though. I was not a good host.”

“No, no, I don’t want you to feel like that,” Gabi quickly butted in, reminding himself that he couldn’t jump out of bed to add to his animated feelings, or risk a sight he wasn’t quite sure Nico wanted to see. “Please don’t just think of yourself as my host. I’m not in need of babying.”

Nico snorted. “Well, after last night, I dare say you most definitely are.” That statement left Gabi feeling like there was definitely a blush forming on his cheeks, whether it be from the horniness he was already feeling or a touch of embarrassment. He had a feeling the embarrassment only added to the horniness, though. 

“I do not need a babysitter, old man!” Gabi whined playfully, and Nico raised an eyebrow, snorting under his breath. “Let me at least try to remember something before you accuse me!” Though he somewhat stood behind what he’d said, he was now growing more sure that whatever he and Nico had done the night prior had changed the air of their relationship just slightly. He wondered how he could keep that feeling going.

Well, he wanted some time to think about that, but thankfully, it seemed Nico did too. “How about you get yourself up and dressed and then we can talk over breakfast? Do you want just toast or something else?” 

“Uhm… hmmm… do you have any eggs?” Gabi hadn’t eaten an egg in… weeks. It was a bit sad, really. To his relief, Nico nodded, probably making a mental note of the desperation in his voice over something as small as an egg. 

“Would a fried one be alright?” 

“Please.”

With a nod, Nico walked towards the kitchen, shutting Gabi’s door until it was at just about a crack. Something in Gabi’s desperate mind told him he should leave the door open, and whatever other desperate parts of him there agreed to it. He pushed the sheets down until he had a view of his groin, his cock pressing even more against his underwear. Even just the low tone of Nico’s voice had set whatever had started everything off even more.

His palm went back down to knead himself through the fabric, pressing up against the hardness until it was almost uncomfortable. As much as he wanted relief, he also wanted to draw that desperate feeling out for as long as he could. “Queria que você soubesse. I wish you knew,” he mumbled to himself, choking back any louder sounds as he rubbed himself quicker and harder, trying to simulate the best he could how he liked to finish.

Gabi desperately hoped Nico heard him, and it was entirely possible with the short distance from the bedroom to the kitchen. He imagined the scene: the older man hears his noises and thinks about the possibilities regarding Gabi. Those possibilities go straight to his dick, and he finds himself rubbing himself through his pants just like the younger was doing at that very moment. All this while preparing a meal for him. It was a thought so grossly domestic that it made Gabi feel sick to his stomach.

Well, maybe the tightening in his stomach was actually the fact that he’d just cum inside his underwear. He felt himself shake a bit, squeezing his thighs together in an effort to quell his emotions. What if Nico had heard him? What then? He was moving so fast that it was starting to scare him, but it was just what the heart did sometimes. And the dick too.

Pushing himself into a sitting position, Gabi finally reached over to fully shut the door so that he could get changed. He kicked off his underwear, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the tip of his cock, shivering at the sensitivity. He was truly desperate for something that wasn’t his hand or the scratchy material of his underwear, but he had to find some patience regarding that.

A few minutes later, he was dressed in clean clothes and finally had the chance to grab his phone to check on a few things before he made his way out to the kitchen.

Idiots in Berlin

Isack Hadjar

I was thinking club tonight

Yes? No? Maybe? Definitely yes?

Kimi Antonelli

down

Ollie Bearman

Also down

Kimi Antonelli

do we know where we’re going?

i wanna bring this girl i met last night

she’s very nice

Isack Hadjar

KIMIIIII

You definitely should

Ollie Bearman

Do it

I wonder if Gabi is alive after last night

Hopefully his old man crush didn’t decide to murder him

Isack Hadjar

Maybe they’re laid up in bed together smoking a morning-after cig

Oooooh how romantic

Need that

Good morning assholes

No unfortunately I am not laid up with a morning-after cig

I’m sadly alone in my very lonely bed

Alone

Isack Hadjar

Good morning sleeping beauty

Do you remember anything about what happened?

Also we’re going to the club tonight and yes you’re going too

Ok fine I guess

I remember nothing so that’s cool

Maybe by the time night comes I’ll remember

Ollie Bearman

I’m sure we’ll have fun even without memories

Maybe you’ll get an epiphany

Good things always happen at the club

I guess we’ll just have to see

Kimi Antonelli

oooooooooooh

😋

Isack Hadjar

If you can’t bring anyone home you’ll have to make do with what’s already there

😉😉😉

Having a hangover two nights in a row didn’t sound fun to Gabi, but he had been desperately longing to get to the club, so he’d have to make some sacrifices. He was sure that even if his head was pounding and he was off the walls drunk, he would have fun with his friends. And hey, maybe he’d get to bring someone home and get himself off with something other than his hand. Who didn’t matter, as long as they were a good time.

Anything would serve as a good distraction from how he wanted to be pressed into the mattress by Nico. He wasn’t sure how long that distraction would last, but he wasn’t picky at that moment.

Suddenly, the thought of fucking someone in his bed, right next to Nico’s room, entered his mind, and, if he hadn’t just cum, he felt like his cock would be in complete shambles. The thought of Nico hearing him, knowing what he was doing, just like he had been trying to emulate earlier with his hand pressed against his underwear. He desperately wondered what the older man would think if he pressed his ear to the wall and listened to the sound of Gabi inside someone else. 

Shaking his head, he tried his best to rid his mind of such thoughts as he left his room and walked towards the kitchen. It smelled like melted butter in the hallway, and it was a pleasant thing to walk into. The other pleasant thing was the sight of Nico, who was just working on plating the simple fried eggs and the two pieces of toast that were to be Gabi’s breakfast. 

“Took you long enough,” he grunted, shutting off the stove and turning to set the plate on the table. Gabi smiled awkwardly, sitting down in his place as Nico turned to take his seat across from him. Whatever sexually-charged thoughts and visions he’d been having earlier were put on a temporary pause for breakfast. That hangover was really kicking him in the gut now that he was up and about. 

"I was texting my friends about our plans for today. We’re going to go to the club later, I guess,” Gabi replied, shoveling a large bite into his mouth before immediately chasing it with some buttered toast. It was by far the most satisfying breakfast he’d had thus far in Germany, which didn’t say a lot. 

Nico raised an eyebrow at the mention of the club. “Well, you'd better try to handle yourself a bit better since I won’t be around. I’ll probably be fast asleep by the time you’re home, so I’ll give you a key to the place.” Gabi felt like he was being very intently watched as he took a few more hurried bites. “I’ve got to attend to some things tomorrow morning, so I’d appreciate it if you kept it down once you’re back here.”

A normal guy might’ve admitted that such a statement had soiled his plans of giving Nico a bit of a late-night performance. Gabi was not a normal guy. In fact, he was very abnormal, because Nico’s caution only made him feel more enticed by the possibilities that he had lined up for himself. “What’cha doing in the morning?”

“Since you seem to judge my empty hallway every time you walk through it, I thought it might be high time to get some things to decorate.”

That was actually quite cute, Gabi thought. “Since I’m the reason you’re going to be out, I guess I can manage some quiet. I’m sure I’ll just come home and fall asleep right away anyway. I wouldn’t want to bother you,” he said with the slightest cheekiness, though it seemed to land with Nico, as his mouth curled just slightly into a frown. Maybe he wasn’t in a joking mood, though that mattered little.

There were a lot of factors at play, but Gabi felt a quiet confidence in his techniques. 

****

Liquor wafted off his breath. At some point, he’d taken pills that made his vision blur and his heart pound out of his chest. But despite it all, everything in Gabi’s brain was about Nico. Nico, Nico, Nico. Oh, what a curse.

The strobing lights of the club were doing their very best to drown out whatever was going on around him, but he still managed to find his footing as he stood on the floor, the Eurobeat that was pounding in his ears keeping his body moving at least somewhat. 

Gabi knew exactly whose arms were wrapped around him. If he hadn’t been an oblivious asshole, he probably would’ve figured it out earlier, but none of that mattered really. He reached his arm around to where the man was standing behind him, pulling him forward and forward until his backside was lined up with Gabi’s crotch. He made no intention to move, just standing there with his hands tracing along the taut stomach caught under a sweaty button-up.

“Do you think he’ll care?”

“He won’t.” One of Gabi’s hands moved up higher, from stomach to chest. All of what was underneath was still covered by that sweaty shirt, but it was a satisfying motion. He heard a quiet groan from where his chin was pressed up against pale neck.

Even with his hands on another man, he still thought of Nico. His mouth hung open a bit in yearning contemplation as he nuzzled his nose into the back of a head of dark brown hair. He smelled like cheap cologne and sweat.

Truly, he pitied Ollie, having to involve him in all this mess. But if the shoe fit, or whatever people said. 

****

Somehow, he’d managed to unlock the door to the apartment and stumble down the hall. Two sets of clumsy feet belonging to two intertwined bodies practically fell into Gabi’s room. One hand tugged the door closed, the rest roaming along sweaty, still-clothed skin.

Ollie fell down onto the bed, and Gabi took a moment to hurriedly strip, throwing his shirt into the corner and kicking off his pants. Maybe feeling that foreplay was not a part of such activities they were partaking in, the man sitting on the bed also undressed himself all the way down to his underwear. Gabi felt it was somewhat of a shame they couldn’t slow things down, but that was just how things were meant to be. It was obvious how anxious Ollie was from the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly, especially as he went to lay down at the head of the bed when Gabi climbed on top of him to straddle his knees to either side of pale thighs. 

“You’re sure he won’t care? I’ll be quiet, I promise,” Ollie said under his breath as Gabi leaned over, breathing through his mouth against the crook of his neck. Every time there was a mention of he, him, Nico, it made his head spin. Yes, he would care, but that was the point. That was the reason Ollie was there in the first place.

“It’s fine. Please, don’t worry about it,” Gabi mumbled into Ollie’s jaw, moving his mouth over to meet the man underneath him’s lips in a sloppy exchange. There was nothing but lust between them, a sorry reminder of what was simply meant to be. His hand quickly moved between the two of them to cup Ollie over the outside of his underwear, drawing a weak groan from his throat. When Gabi leaned back, he was blushing, probably worried he would be heard. It made his own cock twitch as he leaned back to pull Ollie’s underwear down his thighs to be discarded to the side. 

He reached his hand to Ollie’s cock, jerking him off a few times until a spurt of precum wet his fingers. The noise Ollie made that time was a little louder, needy at the touch. What was coating his hand was soon mixed with a healthy glob of spit, and Gabi rubbed the substances between his fingers before nudging those pale thighs apart. 

Of course, he didn’t want to hurt Ollie. That would never be his intention, not in a million years. But he couldn’t help but grit his teeth as he forced two fingers inside, his spinning head immediately greeted by a pitiful groan as the man underneath him pressed his head hard into the pillow and gripped the sheets with one hand while the other rubbed over his face, maybe trying to cover his mouth a bit to muffle at least some of his noises.

Gabi wondered if Nico was awake yet. He pumped his fingers in and out of tense space, leaning down to spit another batch of saliva onto where he was working. Ollie, who was covering his mouth at that point, just looked completely blown away. Blown away, sure, but far, far too quiet. In an effort to change that, Gabi tucked his fingers in a bit, pressing against sensitive walls. 

“Shit, shit. Fuck,” Ollie hissed, one of his knees bending as Gabi tried his best to scissor against the tight resistance. Satisfaction washed over him at the words that had been uttered loud enough that he felt their existence might be discernible through the thin layer of plaster separating the rooms. God, how incredible he felt as he continued the work of his fingers, at some point adding a third once the resistance of two had at least somewhat faded. 

“I don’t have a condom, I’m sorry. But I’m clean, I tested before I left Brazil,” Gabi assured as he shuffled down his underwear, and Ollie didn’t seem overly concerned by that statement, nodding shakily as he finally relaxed his bent leg down. “I won’t cum in you. I promise.” His rationality came as a surprise even to him, with the fact that his head felt like it was being thrown under a hydraulic press. If he weren't so turned on, he’d probably vomit.

“Jesus, mate, but me too, I’m all good. That all sounds just lovely,” Ollie groaned through gritted teeth, blushing at Gabi’s words. Gabi himself could feel his cheeks burning hot. Every inch of his skin was damp with sweat as he tried not to let his thoughts wander too far while he had an eager man underneath him. 

He spat more onto his hand, reaching down to jerk up and down his cock just enough before it would start to make him lose his mind. He leaned his head back momentarily, opening his mouth to take a few deep breaths. Truly, desperately, he wanted to remember everything that he was about to do, but he wasn’t sure he would. 

If he couldn’t remember, then Nico would. He’d make him remember, make him work to drown out the sounds that the two of them were about to produce. It wouldn’t all be in vain. God, he wouldn’t let it be. 

Gabi forced himself to focus as he pushed inside Ollie in one smooth thrust, his mouth dropping open as he bottomed out. “Fucking Christ,” Ollie hissed as he wrapped his arms around Gabi’s neck, pulling them ever closer as the Brazilian attempted to gather his thoughts enough to put some intention into his thrusts. Short and quick, but it did the job. 

The bed rocked slightly against the wall, only enough to repeat a dull thump. Thump, thump, thump. What a beautiful thing, really. Gabi imagined Nico on the other side of their shared domain, his ear pressed against the wall as he listened to that sound along with the guttural noises emitting from both the men. Maybe his hand was on his cock, stroking as he thought about what it would feel like to fuck Gabi into the mattress just as he was doing to Ollie. 

Very much against his better judgment, Gabi imagined that thought too. He would be just like Ollie, except maybe with his face pressed into the pillow and mouth open to pant as he tried to keep himself from completely losing it. Ollie relinquished a few noises here and there, though Gabi promised himself he would be louder. For Nico’s sake, he would tell him all about how good it felt and how much he needed it. Needed him.

“G-Gabi,” Ollie breathed, hiccuping a little bit on the rest of his sentence. “Touch me, please.”

He did as he was told. With the stabilization of one arm to the side of Ollie’s head, Gabi reached the other underneath himself, grabbing blindly until his hand wrapped around the other man’s cock. A few pumps up and down, and he found himself being pulled in closer until their lips were pressed together once more in a sloppy embrace. Gabi’s hand pumped faster to match his uncoordinated thrusts, teeth and tongue shared without a semblance of care to match the intensity.

“Can I cum on your stomach?” Gabi breathed against Ollie’s mouth, and he felt the hurried nod against where their lips only then separated. Truly, he hadn’t meant for things to go so quickly or so sloppily. He’d wanted to take the time to think about things and to ponder over every detail that might be heard through thin walls. But alas, the liquor in his body was not so willing to comply. 

He wondered if Nico would say yes if he told him he wanted him to cum inside. If Gabi begged him for that feeling, would he comply? Every nerve felt like it was caught under an iron as he pulled himself out of Ollie a bit more roughly than he’d intended, though the noise that left the man’s mouth, a yelp of sorts, was enough to spur him over the edge. He came in spurts over Ollie’s pale stomach, whose abdomen sucked in as he moved his head to watch where Gabi was situated between his legs. 

Gabi was far too distracted to think about anything as Ollie reached down to give a few more jerks to his own cock, his head falling back down onto the pillow as he too came over his hand, some mixing in with what was already coating his stomach. With his head on the pillow, all he did was breathe, not saying a word more than he needed to. And, at that moment, no words were needed.

“I’m sorry I can’t let you stay the night. You know why.” Those being the first words to leave Gabi’s lips as Ollie lay underneath him made him feel like nothing short of an asshole. At least it had been a pre-discussed topic, so there were no surprises. Still, maybe Ollie had hoped that after such an intimate time together that minds might be changed. In this case, they were not, and Gabi ground his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at that gentle smile.

“It’s fine. You don’t mind if I just… take a couple minutes here, though?” Ollie’s request was more than reasonable, and Gabi quickly nodded, grabbing a handful of tissues and wiping them sloppily against Ollie’s stomach as he lay there. It was a shoddy attempt to get him cleaned up, but it was enough so that he could lower himself down until he was lying on top of Ollie, some of his body finding itself pressed against the sheets as he angled himself to keep his nose nestled into the crook of the other man’s neck. 

His head felt far clearer than he thought it should. In the silence of their shared embrace, he could only think about what everything would mean in the morning when he once again lay in an empty bed and had to decide if awkwardly texting his friend would be a good or bad choice. It wasn’t like there were any deep emotional messages to send based on how their situation had come about in the first place.

In all his consideration, Gabi tensed as he heard some movement in the room over. It sounded like Nico was rolling himself over in bed. It most likely meant nothing, absolutely nothing at all, but it made his chest pound. He wondered if Ollie felt it. From the way one of his arms reached over to rub against the small of Gabi’s back, he felt like maybe he did.

****

Of course, the bed was empty in the morning. Ollie had left at some ungodly hour of the night, Gabi practically sleepwalking to the door to let him out of the apartment. If whoever he’d brought home had been a girl, he would’ve never even thought to send her out into the night, but Ollie assured him there were no issues. 

He found himself curled comfortably in his sheets when he woke up, thankfully in a pair of fresh boxers that he hadn’t remembered putting on. There was a mountain of tissues in the bin next to the bed, which Gabi felt were probably worth flushing down the toilet. As much as he wanted Nico to know what he had done, he felt that might be a bit much even for his standards.

Speaking of Nico, there was no noise coming from the hallway when Gabi managed to get himself up and poke his head out of his room. He desperately wanted to talk to his host and discern any form of a reaction from him, but when he poked his head into Nico’s bedroom and then the kitchen, there was no sign of him. What he did notice, however, was a plate covered in aluminum foil in Gabi’s seat at the kitchen table and a quickly-scrawled note next to it.

I’m off doing some errands

Breakfast is on the plate

We’ll talk when I get home

-Nico

The last sentence caught Gabi slightly off guard. Yes, he desperately wanted to talk about it, but the structure of the wording felt a bit accusatory. To be fair, there was a lot for him to be accused of, so he felt that was rather fitting. Ripping off the tin foil from the plate, what he found underneath was two fried eggs, a croissant, and two sausages. To the right of the plate, he also noticed a bowl of fresh fruit, comprised of some strawberries and blueberries. 

It was far and away the nicest breakfast Nico had ever made for him. That in itself left him with a lot of questions.

Those questions weren’t staving off his hunger, though. Sitting down in his seat and ignoring the fact that he was in his underwear and really, really needed a shower, Gabi dug into the food, savoring each bite. That savoring was partially spent thinking about everything that had happened the night before and everything that was going to be happening whenever Nico stepped through the front door.

All he wanted to do was tell him the truth. Yes, he wanted him to feel jealous, or at least turned on, when he heard Gabi moaning from the stimulation of another man, another person in general. And yes, he hoped that Nico’s attitude would change in the sense that he would start to notice the little hints that had been thrown. Those hints were starting to become larger and markedly more difficult to ignore in Gabi’s humble opinion.

With the first bite of croissant, it felt like it melted in his mouth. Gabi breathed in a deep, appreciative sigh, reminiscing of all the toast he’d had over the past week or so. With the events of the night prior, the breakfast definitely did seem odd. Was it a thank you for helping Nico get off? Or was it a warning of sorts? He wasn’t exactly sure how that would work. Maybe it was a warning to Gabi that there was no use in getting with other people when he was around. Well, if that’s the case, then stop playing so hard to get, old man. 

His next bite of croissant was sorely interrupted when he heard the lock of the front door jiggling, followed by the sound of squeaking hinges. That was the first time Gabi seriously considered that he was sitting in his underwear, and boy, did he blush.

Nico entered the kitchen a few moments later, and Gabi turned to meet his gaze as he stood in the entranceway. “Good morning,” he said calmly, setting his bags down on the counter. Gabi swallowed his bite of food, managing a smile. He noticed as Nico quite obviously did a one over on him, certainly noticing the lack of clothes. “Seems like you’re having a comfortable morning.” Though he felt motivated to immediately tease, he concluded his priority should be normal conversation before he inevitably veered in the direction of goading a reaction.

“Very comfortable. Thanks for breakfast.” Nico nodded curtly, and Gabi was a bit freaked out and a bit elated as the older man stepped over to stand by his side. He was even more taken aback when a hand placed itself on his shoulder, squeezing once before Nico walked over to the bags he’d put on the counter. Maybe it was just because Gabi was practically naked, but that gesture had seemed quite sensual.

As things started to be unpacked from the bags, Gabi couldn’t help but notice a few picture frames. Nico had mentioned his errands were related to decoration, which made sense. “So, what’s in the frames?”

“Well, mostly some old pictures of me with friends and family. Nothing extravagant.”

“I wanna see!”

With a soft smile, Nico grabbed his chair from the other side of the table, dragging it over so he could sit directly beside Gabi. It felt oddly domestic, even more so with Gabi in his underwear and not feeling as embarrassed as he probably should have about it. Nico sorted through the pictures, pulling one out to show off. It was a picture of a couple of men with their arms around each other’s shoulders, all dressed in football uniforms. Gabi immediately spotted Nico, and his eyes lit up with intrigue. He was devilishly handsome, not that he wasn’t presently. But there was a sweet, boy-next-door sort of look to him that made Gabi’s chest feel tight.

“That was me with some friends from university. We played for the club team,” Nico explained, tapping on each of his friends' faces. “He’s living in England now. I think he’s a doctor. And he's still living in Berlin. I see him sometimes.”

“You didn’t tell me you were so handsome in your youth, old man!” Gabi practically blurted out, and Nico looked at him curiously. Though it seemed implausible, there was a tinge of pink on his cheeks resembling a blush. 

Maybe to distract himself from Gabi’s ramblings, he pulled out another picture. This one was of him as a young child with whom were likely his parents. He had chubby cheeks and hair so blonde it practically looked white. “I was about three there,” Nico mumbled, scratching his chin as he stared down at the picture, maybe avoiding the fact that Gabi was literally grinning about how cute he looked. “My parents always liked to dress me up like I was a little girl or something. Very fashionable for the day, I guess. I still scold them about it.”

Gabi sent a little ‘thank you’ to Nico’s parents for creating such a handsome man and then torturing him with adorable outfits. It almost felt wrong to go from looking at childhood pictures to egging on Nico about last night’s events of sexual deviancy. Almost. 

There was one other picture that Nico was holding. Gabi looked at it curiously, noticing it was a picture with a large group of friends who looked to be dressed up for a wedding. What caught Gabi’s eye quite quickly was the woman holding onto Nico’s arm. If it wasn’t already obvious enough, Nico tapped on the picture. “This was a couple years ago at my best friend Kevin’s wedding. These are a lot of our friends.” He pointed specifically to the woman. “That’s my ex-wife, though I’m sure you could guess that.”

It was probably the one time that Gabi should hold back his loud mouth, but that was tougher than it seemed. “Why’d you keep the picture if she’s in it?”

Nico shook his head. “It was a fun night with friends. And I don’t hate her. I’ve just moved past the need to mope around about something that’s not relevant to me anymore,” he explained, which sounded reasonable enough. Still, Gabi couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back to her. She was beautiful, just the right thing to match Nico’s handsomeness. He wondered what she was like. He wondered what she would think about the fact that her ex-husband was being courted by a twenty-year-old. 

While Nico took a moment to stand back up and place the pictures back on the counter, Gabi scooted his body and chair to the side to make sure he was facing Nico when he spoke. Maybe that was just some unconscious effort to demand focus on the fact that he was mostly naked. “So, how’d you sleep?”

Immediately, Nico shot a look down at Gabi, his lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, he relaxed them slightly, keeping his vision trained on the man below. “Not well.”

“Aw, that’s no good.” Gabi made sure that the playful tone of his voice was easily recognizable as he batted his eyes up at his host. “Why? Something keep you up?”

In a perfect world, Nico would’ve said something more meaningful, more specific to the situation that he’d been put through. On one hand, Gabi wanted that. On the other, he wasn’t sure if, in his current state, he’d be able to deal with that. “Yes, actually. Something did.” Maybe he’d gotten himself hyped up a bit too much, because he was sorely let down when Nico shook his head. “But it’s fine. The city gets loud sometimes.” 

“Well, I thought it was nice and quiet last night. So not sure what you heard,” Gabi said with a shrug, monitoring the food items from the shopping outing that were now being placed on the counter. He noticed a bushel of bananas being taken out of the bag, and his mouth spread into a smile. He’d told Nico they were his favorite fruit a few days prior. Practically jumping out of his seat, he situated himself at Nico’s side, leaning against his shoulder. “Are those for me?”

“Mhm.” Nico’s curt response and overall quiet ignorance of the younger man’s physicality might have been based on two things. One, that Gabi’s hands were wrapped around Nico’s shoulder, one hand pressed lightly against his chest. And two, that, in an effort to get himself as close as possible, his crotch was pressed up against Nico’s hip. Lucky he wasn’t hard, but he’d get there soon if he didn’t calm himself down. He felt like a horny fucking teenager.

Gabi leaned away from where he’d been leaning up against Nico’s side, noticing only then that the older man’s hand had wandered along his lower back, only pulling away when the two separated. Though he said nothing, he felt deeply that his fortune was getting close to changing. 

****

Ollie Bearman

Hey

Hey

Are you free tonight?

I know Isack and Kimi said they were going to be busy

But didn’t know if you still wanted to do anything

Ya I’m around

Happy to meet up wherever

Meet at the club?

Can decide if we actually want to go in lol

Or just go grab a drink or whatever

Good with me

****

Should he feel bad? Definitely. Extremely, absolutely, definitely. And yet as Gabi rubbed his hand up Ollie’s back as they walked down the street towards Nico’s apartment, he didn’t feel bad. He felt ecstatic, honestly. Was that because he was going to get some good sex with no strings attached again, or was it because it was one step closer to getting to his ultimate goal? If he thought about it the first way, it made him feel slightly less negative about the whole thing. 

He liked Ollie a lot. He was sweet, caring, gentle, all of that and more. And willing. So, so willing. He hated to consider what he was doing between the two of them as manipulation, but as he felt Ollie lean over to press his nose into the mess of hair atop his head as Gabi continued to rub his hand along his back, he did feel a pang of guilt. Not enough to interfere with his goal, though, and it was worth considering that positives could be drawn from this for both of them.

“I know you told me last time that he wouldn’t, but your host dad won’t get upset about this, right?” Ollie breathed against his hair. Gabi didn’t really like it when Nico was referred to as his ‘host dad’ - it made things feel a little weirder than he liked. Not that things weren’t weird to begin with. A good weird, though, the type of weird that was just adding to the slight twitch in Gabi’s pants.

“No, it’s fine,” he mumbled in return, hesitating slightly as they walked up the steps to the apartment. What Gabi had told Nico when he’d left the house was that he was heading out to see a friend, and that he’d be back late. Very late. And, of course, there had been no pushback, no questions. Instead, Nico had just shrugged his shoulders and responded with a quick ‘just be quiet when you come back.’ Gabi considered what they were doing at that moment quiet, though he had no intentions to keep it that way.

Fumbling for the key in his pocket, he finally took his hand from Ollie’s back, who also took his nose out of Gabi’s hair. They stood in the doorway relatively normally, at least outwardly so. Inside, Gabi felt his heart racing in his chest and his head pounding a bit. God, he felt like he was getting so close. One more night of this, one more night of pushing Nico to the very edge of his forced normalcy, would do it.

Maybe he’d miscalculated that, because the second he finished fumbling with the lock and key and opening the door as quietly as he could manage, he locked eyes with the man standing in the doorway.

Nico’s arms were crossed, his mouth set in a deep frown as he stared down the two boys in the entranceway. Gabi didn’t look over to see Ollie’s reaction, but he could only imagine the shock and terror on his face if it was anything close to his own. Probably worse, since this was his first time even meeting Nico.

“What’s your name, young man?” Gabi turned to see where Nico had just addressed Ollie, who, as he had suspected, was standing at fearful attention. It was blatantly obvious to watch as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from swallowing terribly hard.

“Oliver.”

“Oliver, I’m very sorry, but I’m going to ask you to leave for right now. You’re more than welcome to come back sometime for coffee, though.” Nico’s voice was so forcefully calm that Ollie most definitely got the message. All he did was nod his head, give Gabi a little pat on the back, and shut the door behind himself. That pat had felt like a terror-stricken ‘good luck’ of sorts. At least he’d gotten out while he could.

For a moment, Gabi just stood there in the entranceway and stared at Nico, who was still unmoving. He was dressed in average sleepwear - a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. It was obvious he had been resting, or at least trying to. Or, maybe not. Gabi had a lingering feeling that the fact he had been at attention the moment the two of them had come through the door had not been a coincidence.

“I’m sorry,” Gabi finally whispered, and he could feel without even touching how hot his cheeks were. In embarrassment, but also in intense curiosity.

All Nico did was laugh. Short, mocking. “You’re not sorry.” Gabi didn’t exactly know what to say to that. All he did was blush harder, tensing up as Nico finally walked towards him, standing a few inches from his face. They were the same height, so Gabi had to purposefully avoid their matched gazes, looking slightly down and away. 

“What if I am?”

“You’re not. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve known exactly what you’re doing. Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” Nico snapped, and Gabi shook his head, feeling his breathing pick up with every moment they stood there in the doorway. “For the amount you call me ‘old man’, you must think I’m a child for how little you think I notice.”

Gabi didn’t think that. In fact, he knew that Nico had been noticing. That was why he’d made his final effort with Ollie in the first place. Apparently, he’d underestimated just how quickly Nico reached the end of what he could patiently handle. God, it was making his stomach turn. Whatever start of a hard-on he’d had while walking with Ollie was embarrassingly getting worse, definitely enough for Nico to notice.

“I’m not fucking stupid. I know exactly what you’ve wanted me to do since, what, an hour after we met? You hear I’m a divorced man, and your little brain goes haywire. You’re so damn obvious. Verdammte Scheiβe, Gabriel.” The way his name rolled off Nico’s tongue made Gabi whimper, loud enough for him to hear since his face was inches from the Brazilian’s. “So, what do you want me to do? Come on, tell me. Since you think I’m so oblivious.”

He knew exactly what he wanted to say, and yet he hesitated for a moment, gritting his teeth. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What was that? Speak up.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Nico.” Gabi’s voice was shaking at that point, and he was surprised the rest of his body wasn’t following suit. Everything about him felt like it was burning up, like he would collapse right then and there on the ground.

All Nico did was smile for a moment. Prideful. That would be how Gabi would describe the look of it. Then, without another word, he reached behind to grab the collar of Gabi’s shirt, yanking him forward and practically dragging him into Nico’s bedroom. 

He threw Gabi down on the bed, and he bounced a bit on the mattress from the momentum until he finally came to rest with his back on the sheets and his legs still planted on the ground, though not very solidly so. Nico simply looked at him, crossing his arms once more at Gabi’s pathetic appearance. He was sure he did look pathetic - face cherry red, mouth open to pant, and the obvious and embarrassing tent in his pants. “Take your clothes off,” Nico finally muttered, and a bolt of excitement shot up Gabi’s spine. Of course, he did what he’d been asked to do, throwing off his shirt and then working the button of his pants, kicking them off and throwing them to the side with his shirt. He half-sat, half-lay there in his underwear, looking up as pathetically as seemed humanly possible at where Nico was still staring him down. “All of it.” 

Maybe that was what pushed him over the edge, what really, really made him realize that everything he was doing was not a post-sex dream he was having after fucking Ollie. No, this was something very real. Gabi tucked his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and setting them with his other clothes. He felt quite exposed with his cock hard and already dripping a bit of precum down the shaft as he lay there, especially with Nico still fully clothed, just standing there. What was even more jarring to realize was that he wasn’t even hard yet. Truly, he was just enjoying the emotional aspect of this, not even the sexual one. It made Gabi’s cock twitch.

“Get up on the bed and get on your hands and knees.” Nico’s command was followed swiftly. Gabi turned himself over, posturing himself so that his backside was facing the German. His untouched cock was sorely upset about the ordeal, and he could feel his face getting hotter and hotter each second, if that was even remotely possible. If he hadn’t had his wits about him, he’d have probably passed out at that point.

He transitioned from his hands to his elbows as support for his front end, leaning a bit forward and tilting his head to the side to watch the man behind him. Nico stepped forward, and Gabi whined when he felt a hand press against his ass, gripping the skin momentarily before letting go and leaving it with a small pat only. Gabi had expected far more, but it seemed like that was not going to be the case. “This is what you wanted, so finger yourself. I’ve only agreed to fuck you. That’s it.” Nico’s voice was low, stable. Gabi gnawed on his bottom lip, debating whether his next question would be deserving of a reprimand. 

“Do you have any lube?”

Nico snorted, shaking his head. “No, of course not. You expect an unmarried man to keep that around?”

“Can I-I get some from my room?” After his first time with Ollie, he’d decided to go ahead and buy some for future instances. Not as if Ollie had cared much about using spit, but he certainly did. Just thinking of fucking Ollie while he himself was lying there with his ass in the air made his head spin. Nico raised an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders.

“Sure, but I’ll grab it.”

“It’s in the front pocket of my backpack. Small, clear bottle.” Gabi’s voice was hardly above a whisper by the end of his sentence as Nico left the room. He could’ve certainly flipped himself over, sat up, anything other than continuing there with his back arched. Yet it didn’t feel like he really had an option but to stay still, his heart thumping in his chest and sweat rolling down his forehead.

Nico returned a few moments later, throwing the small bottle unceremoniously next to Gabi’s head. While he returned to his spot standing next to the bed, Gabi took the bottle in his shaky hands, uncapping it and squirting some of it onto his palm. He rubbed and warmed it between his fingers, feeling the weight of Nico’s stare as he reached behind himself, touching around the outside of his hole. Jesus Christ, he was really doing it. Without more hesitation, he inserted a single finger inside, hiccuping at the sensation. It was one thing to finger another man or woman, but it was an entirely other thing to finger himself, especially under watchful eyes.

He pressed the digit in and out of himself a few times, trying to find his comfort level. There truly was no ‘comfort level’ with Nico standing behind him and observing every movement, but he tried his best to manage himself. He willed himself to add a second finger, grimacing at the stretch as he kept himself supported on one shaky elbow, his cheek partially pushed into the mattress. 

When he imagined what things were going to be like, he hadn’t imagined this. And no, he wasn’t complaining, but rather just wrapping his head around everything. Gabi had imagined that up to the point at which he would be getting fingered, which he hadn’t assumed would be done by himself, the two would’ve shared any form of intimacy between them. That was not the case. Yet something about it was deeply tantalizing, and it made him groan as he tucked his fingers into himself, rubbing them against his prostate. Fuck. He choked out another gurgling noise, pushing his cheek into the mattress. 

“One more finger, Gabi.” Nico’s voice from behind rocked him from his cathartic state, and he immediately, maybe too quickly, complied, adding his ring finger. The feeling bordered on pain, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to follow orders and get what he truly wanted, and the process up to that point didn’t matter all too much to him. “Okay, that’s good.”

It was like a light flicked on in Gabi’s head the moment he withdrew his fingers, heaving a deep breath. He tilted his head slightly so that he could watch what was happening behind, and he immediately bit his bottom lip between his teeth. Nico was in the process of stripping, having already gotten his shirt off. His body was beautifully sculpted, a treat to the eyes, and Gabi let his eyes wander as he carefully reached under the waistband of his underwear and pushed down. Deus. He was fully hard by that point, his cock hanging heavy as he walked over to the bed where Gabi was still postured on his knees. Realizing he’d been caught staring, he tilted his head so his eyes were once again lowered, though he was immediately surprised when he felt a hand under his hip that pushed to flip him over.

Gabi now lay in a bit of a daze on his back, and when he finally blinked his vision back to full capacity, he stared up at where Nico was hovering over him with a small, knowing smile.

“That was a nice little performance.” Nico’s voice was somewhat playful, enough that Gabi managed to smile in return. “Surprisingly, you listen well.”

“Well, if you’re too lazy to do anything for me, then I might as well do it myself, old man,” Gabi chided cheekily, and Nico raised an eyebrow, laughing a little bit in disbelief underneath his breath.

“You have such an attitude.” Gabi watched as Nico sat back on his knees, and the Brazilian propped himself on his elbows to get a better look at the situation. What a sight; Nico’s hands rested gently on his knees, though the focus was certainly on the lines of his abdomen that sliced down to frame that gorgeous cock. Gabi had been with men of Nico’s age, and yet he’d never felt so attracted to any of them as he did to the man kneeling in front of him. 

Maybe he was staring a bit too hard, as he felt a hand scoop underneath his ass to flip him back over onto his stomach. However, Gabi had different plans, at least for the moment. “Can you kiss me? Please?”

Nico paused the motion of his hand momentarily, pursing his mouth as he looked down at Gabi. “No. You wanted one thing, so you’re getting only one thing.” It was a bit embarrassing to have asked and been denied, but Gabi knew at that point that he was just being difficult. Instead of saying something witty, all he did was pout as he allowed himself to be flipped over.

Even after he’d gotten back on his knees and elbows to properly emulate the position he’d been in prior, he was completely shocked when he felt Nico’s fingers trace along his rim, two sneaking inside momentarily. “I thought you said I was getting ‘one thing and one thing only’,” Gabi mumbled against where his mouth was pressed to the back of his hand, and Nico let out a quick laugh.

“I had to check you did a good enough job with those skinny fingers of yours. Skinny like a girl. Like your name, too. Gabriela.” Gabi hiccuped against his hand, and he felt his cock twitch where it hung underneath him. Deus. Deus, deus, deus. He didn’t say anything more.

The sound of Nico spitting into his hand made him tense. Apparently, he had no interest in using the lube that he’d so generously let Gabi use on himself. At least he had some in himself already, but Jesus, he needed to let himself go a bit. It was going to be a lot. He knew that. He’d known that. And yet when Nico lined his saliva-slicked cock up and pressed inside him barely enough to let his tip pass through, Gabi felt like he was going to explode. Whether it be physically, emotionally, or a bit of both, all of it was represented by the meek whimper he let out.

“Relax, Gabi. Jesus, relax,” Nico said from behind, and he immediately felt as a hand reached underneath him, rubbing slowly up and down Gabi’s abdomen. Some might tense at the sensation, but he immediately felt himself breathe against that hand. Maybe that was Nico’s sign that he was ready for more. Gabi didn’t know if he himself was, but he didn’t exactly have a choice when the man behind him brought his hand back up to grasp at bony hips, pulling Gabi against him as he pushed in more and more. Christ, it was like he was being split in two. 

A guttural noise left Gabi’s throat as Nico bottomed out, stilling for a moment to allow for some adjustment. “Deus. Por favor, Deus.” Gabi babbled out, heaving in a breath as he gripped his hands into the sheets. Nico grunted from behind, moving once more as he began to thrust.

“I was awake when you brought your little friend home with you the other night. Oliver, was it?” Gabi couldn’t respond, his mouth open to heave out moans as Nico fucked him into the mattress, his strokes deep and rhythmic. “Heard everything. Heard you fuck him like you wanted to make me jealous or something. Was that it? Was it?”

“Mmhmm,” Gabi managed, and Nico laughed behind him, moving one of his hands from the Brazilian’s hips to his ass, squeezing the skin between his fingers. It pulled a pitiful noise from his throat. 

“Well, you fucking did. I’m sure that makes you happy. Celebrate a little.” Nico leaned over until he was practically leaning on top of Gabi, and he felt hot breath against his back, followed by the touch of lips and the sensation of tongue. There was nothing he felt was worth trying to say as Nico kissed his back, running his tongue along his spine until Gabi shivered and moaned. All this was while he was massaging Gabi’s walls like no one had ever done before, fucking him more perfectly than he’d even imagined in his dreams. Even the ones that awoke him sweating with cum in his boxers. 

But just as Gabi was starting to adjust to the rhythm and position enough to do that bit of celebrating that Nico had encouraged, a strangled yelp fell out of his throat as Nico pulled out of him rapidly, and he was completely caught off guard as the two hands on his hips flipped him over onto his back. He swore under his breath in Portuguese, though he had little time to adjust as Nico forcefully spread his thighs once more, grabbing the underside of one of his legs and pushing back inside as rapidly as he’d pulled out.

Gabi heaved in a deep breath, and Nico let go of the leg he’d held for initial support so that he could lean over fully. They made eye contact almost immediately as the deep rhythm of thrusts resumed once more, rocking Gabi back into the mattress. He was surprised Nico had so much energy. Of course, he had to say something about it. “You fuck like you think you’re my age, old man.” Maybe Nico wasn’t so thankful that he’d given Gabi enough to adjust so that his voice was far more level.

“It’s not so hard when you lie here and take it like a girl, Gabriela,” Nico hissed in response, and Gabi hiccuped on his words, replacing them with a moan. His cock, now lying untouched against his stomach, seemed once more intrigued. He felt weird about the fact that he liked it when Nico said that. He decided he’d rather not think about it too much.

What he did think about, though, was the way he felt when Nico picked up the speed of his thrusts and leaned back from where he’d been hovering over Gabi. He moved his hands to the underside of the bent knees he was positioned in between, pushing them back slightly as he continued to fuck him like he was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. And maybe he was. Gabi felt a bit of pride swell in his chest at that. “Scheiβe. I want you to look at me when I cum in you, Gabi. Schau mich an. Sag meinen Namen.” 

Understanding Nico’s words set him off further. Look at me. Say my name. He wanted to time everything right, and he was convinced he could. Gabi nodded hurriedly, reaching downwards until his cock was in his hand. All he’d need was a few pumps. For not having given himself a single touch the entire time they’d been at this, it was impressive how close he was to the edge. That was truly the effect Nico had on him, wasn’t it? God, it made his stomach turn.

Nico quickened his thrusts until he was practically slamming himself against the younger man’s ass. Just as Gabi gave himself the few jerks of his hand over his cock that he needed, he completely lost focus as he felt Nico bottom out in him and groan gutturally, followed by the glorious sensation he’d waited so long for. “Nico, Nico.” He praised everything holy as Nico’s cum filled him up, followed by a few more thrusts to fuck it into him. “Puta merda, Nico.” 

Gabi’s eyes rolled, and his head fell back into the mattress. He felt like his soul and his body were not meeting in the middle at that moment. There was no chance he was still dreaming, right? The cathartic feeling of Nico’s cum fucked inside him was a sure sign that everything was indeed real. He brought his hand from his cock, feeling the cum from his hand spread onto his stomach where he had laid it down. It was near pornographic.

Every question, every matter in his brain that he was desperately trying to comprehend, was thrown even further off kilter as something happened that was both unexpected and completely magical. Nico had pulled out at that point, but Gabi hadn’t had the brainpower to establish that he was once more hovering over him, and he had even less sense to think to prepare himself as the older man leaned down and kissed him far too tenderly on the lips.

It was more intimate than it needed to be, Gabi thought. Nico had had his fun, tortured that pathetic cheekiness out of him. And yet he kissed him like he cared. And, without thinking, Gabi kissed him back like he cared too. Because god, he did. He cared so much. 

Nico’s lips pressed a few more kisses against his own until he finally pulled away and leaned back. Neither of them said anything more for a few moments, though Gabi finally managed to crack a playful smile. “Thought you said there would be none of that, huh?” 

“Verdammte Scheiβe. You’re as ungrateful as they come,” Nico laughed in response, running his hand up Gabi’s chest until he cupped his chin lightly in between careful fingers. It was difficult for the Brazilian not to fall apart in his hands. He couldn’t help but press his cheek slightly against Nico’s grasp. It was the type of touch that he’d never forget.

****

When Gabi awoke the following morning, the bed was empty. He blinked a couple of times, rubbing his eyes and getting his wits about him. There was a sliver of light that beamed through the crack in the curtain over the window across the room, filling the room with a dull glow.

He felt sore, understandably so. Pushing himself out of the bed, he was enlightened to his state of completely nakedness. Plus, he’d forgotten that he wasn’t in his room, so he had no choice but to pull on his underwear from the night before until he could hop in the shower. Definitely not ideal, but he just wanted to go say hello to Nico quickly before he’d get to that.

His hand traveled sleepily over to the nightstand, making sure he hadn’t left anything there that he needed. Though he realized he hadn’t, his touch met a few items. A watch. A pair of glasses. A necklace. All Nico’s, of course. Despite himself, his fingers traced along each item, and he breathed in the scent of the room, picking out each aspect that felt recognizable to him. Nico. All Nico.

On that topic, where was Nico? He had quite a few questions, and yet he wasn’t sure he wanted to have them all answered at that very moment. His one immediate one was answered as he hobbled out of the bedroom, hearing a sizzle come from the kitchen. It didn’t sound like the toaster, so that was a good first sign of him getting something good to eat. Poking his head around the corner, Gabi’s eyes widened as he saw the spread before him.

Croissants. Eggs. Sausage. All the bananas he could ever eat. It was like he had been graced by a journey to heaven after a night that had left his body in slight disrepair.

And then, there was Nico. Back leaned against the counter, dressed in just a pair of boxers. If the wonderful array of food hadn’t been good enough already, it was simply the cherry on top. He smiled at Gabi, a much warmer, more tender expression than he usually wore so early in the morning, or at any time, for that matter. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Gabi replied with a grin. Indeed, it was a very, very good morning. Maybe the best.