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“Training just finished Haaland why are you here...?” Asks an exhausted Jude as he stares at the 6-foot Viking in his corridor.
“I'm sorry Jude but I can’t and I MEAN I can’t keep pretending like there’s nothing between us” Yells Haaland as he stumbles into the room his feet wobbling as he grips the doorframe.
“Are you drunk or something dude? I told you we are JUST friends that’s it, that’s all there is and all there ever will be between us.” Replies Jude.
“I might be drunk but I know for a fact that’s more to us than friends more than just club mates, admit it.” Replies Haaland seconds away from passing out on the floor.
Jude walks towards the hulking giant grabbing Haaland by his jersey and looks directly into his navy-blue eyes.
“Look dude there’s nothing special going on between us, we are teammates just number 9 and number 22 that’s it.” Replies Jude in a broken voice, one that was obviously lying.
“You don’t get to tell me that… Nothing special? What has gotten into you what happened to the man who asked me on a date on his first day in the club? What happened to the man who helped me score the final goal in the Bundesliga Match?” Screamed Haaland voice cracking with an aggressiveness that had never come out of the gentle giant's mouth.
Jude legs buckled as the thoughts raced through his mind. He knew Haaland had a special place in his heart unlike other friends, but he didn’t want to accept it, he didn’t want to accept that someone as good as Haaland could like him. As his knees gave out, he fell to the floor with a thud, and he heard a sharp tear. He turned his head up looking at the neon green jersey in his hands tattered and torn and his head went higher looking at Haaland. They’re eyes locked in the silence of the hotel room as Jude realized what he had done.
“I'm so sorry!” said Jude staring at the abs of the giant Norwegian Viking in front of his eyes.
Haaland pulls Jude up and pins him against the bed. Jude starts tensing up staring at this big Viking man slowly getting on top of him sweat from today’s training dripping slowly from his short blonde hair down his neck and finally onto his massive chest and falling onto him. Jude finally gives into his emotions and his true wishes as his arm wraps around Haaland pulling him in towards him.
The night continues with the euphoric moans of the pair echoing through the corridors of Jude’s empty penthouse. The vibrations from every thrust shake the concrete walls of the room as lamps fall over and the bedframe creaks. The mighty Haaland, feared by defenders worldwide for his sheer size and strength, reduces to a heap of sweat on top of Jude as the steamy bodies of the two men curl into each other.
“I love you” whispered Haaland while staring into Judes eyes slowly falling asleep in the sweet embrace of his partner.
Jude lays there watching as his partner sleeps exhausted after a night of pure ecstasy. The doubt creeps into his mind as he lays in the soft comfort of Haaland's arms while the darkness surrounds him. He realizes one thing he can't date Haaland because he was like the sun, one that shouldn't be tethered to a mere man… like him he deserved a wife, someone who could actually cook or clean or do anything he wanted for him, he needed someone… better.
Someone who wasn't... Him-