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Oh everything feels so much better he’s on cloud nine. Cloud fucking nine. After the El Classico win everything feels so much better.
Well he tries to say. To trick his mind into thinking he’s fully happy. He laughs at the thought, when did he become this desperate. Sure he likes Fermin. Who doesn’t, the guy has talent.
Very much talent. So much that Gavi is all over him. The two are giggling around and laughing and touching and- who knows maybe they will even start making out.
Desperate..? He’s not desperate. Oh no, he’s definitely not. Robert eventually walks past him. Snapping a finger at him. Pedri removes his gaze. A natural smile easily falls on his face.
And even though the man tries to keep a stern face. A small smile falls on his face. “Xavi wants to speak to you.” Robert pats his shoulder and walks away.
Pedri sighs. He should probably meat the coach. He has no expectations. Should he be scared, maybe? All he can think about is Gavi’s hands on Fermin and he shivers.
He’s not desperate.
The talk was nothing. The nothing just being Xavi communicating to him about their next upcoming match against Milan. That he should focus and not space off. He’s not spacing out. He’s thinking.
Thinking about the right things. Pedri speeds up. He has been moved, now he’s biking. In the shadows, away from most of the squad. Frenkie and Christensen are biking as well. Over on the other side.
Pedri specifically chose one a bit further away. Not that he has anything against his fellow teammates. But he’s not in the right headspace.
Not now. He waved at them once. Picked up his AirPods and now trying to immerse himself into the music.
If only he could implant the music inside his brain. And not all the Gavi this Gavi that. Oh how his mind is going to explode. He speeds up. Trying to use his energy on something else other than his thoughts.
He repeats and by the end of the session he’s breathing heavily. They gather around and Xavi does a small pep-talk going over possible strategies.
Pedri tries not to look, however it’s already too late. There they are standing with hands on each other. He’s trying to look away focus on what Xavi is saying. Trying to-
Xavi announces that they’re finished and Pedri is out of there. He’s the first one in the lockers and he just sits there letting the music play.
He eventually disappears and hides in one of the bathrooms. Too many people. He doesn’t want to deal with anybody currently.
Scared that he’ll just break down. Everything feels too much and too little. So focused on one thing that the others are blowing up. Wanting attention as well.
Attention something Pedri wants as well. He closes the toilet lid and sits down. Oh what has happened to him.
Gavi and him are friends. They aren’t doing anything. Not exclusive. The media may portray them as the bestest of friends. They’re close. Pedri would describe. Close friends.
Friends don’t need each other. Aren’t dependant on each other. Pedri doesn’t need Gavi.
He just misses the man a little. The way Gavi would usually trail after him during their arrivals. Nowadays he arrives with other people. Now that Gavi has a drivers licence. He doesn’t need to drive him home anymore.
No more. Pedri doesn’t need Gavi. He’s a big boy. He shouldn’t have to be dependent on someone else.
It’s just- Pedri hits the side of his face. He should let it go. What is he thinking. Pedri glances away. He stands up to look at himself in the mirror.
He’s fine. He’s not desperate.
Pedri lets himself out, closing the door behind him. Most should’ve gone to the hotel by now. Or out exploring the nation called America. Pedri doesn’t know what he will be doing. Go back, train some more? Run?
Play a few games he just needs to get his mind off a few things. He greets a few staff members passing by.
Moving like a robot. He’s drained. From what training? Likely. His legs are sore and everything hurts. There’s an aching feeling near his chest and he can’t seem to get rid of it. Everything blends together. There’s almost nobody there. He picks up his bag.
He’ll just shower at the hotel. Right-
A hand falls on his arm. Pedri turns, It’s Gavi. Oh he could gasp at the feeling, but emotions overtake his reactions.
It’s soft. Gavi isn’t putting any pressure simply just holding.
“Gavi, what do you want?” Pedri doesn’t want to sound angry but judging by the way Gavi retreats his hand and holds it up. There’s something. “Want to go play with-“
“No thank you.” Pedri turns away. He doesn’t want to deny the younger it’s just Pedri doesn’t feel good. “You sure? Fermin, Ansu-“
“No.” Pedri shakes his head and grabs a towel. Maybe he is gonna take a shower after all. “What’s wrong with you.” Gavi asks, his tone more annoyed.
And Pedri sighs, this isn’t what he wants. He just wants to be left alone and- he strolls past Gavi.
The younger yelling after him.
He’s back here. Again. The good old toilet, where he spent who knows how long. When he first locked himself in there was a few banging noises. They disappeared after a minute and Pedri swear he could hear someone calling his name.
He hits the side of his head. What’s wrong with him. He just wants to get Gavi out of his head. Him and Fermin and their beloved hanging out time. Pedri hits his head against the wall.
Breathe out. He doesn’t need Gavi and Gavi doesn’t need him. He shouldn’t stay here and dwell on such matters.
Exactly. He shouldn’t. Pedri stands up again and unlocks the door. Gavi is allowed to have other friends and hang out with them. Pedri picks his bag grabs his jacket. Gavi isn’t bound to him by any means.
No. Which is why he should just let it be and- go.
Just what is this weather. Pedri covers his eyes. How come it rains now..? Of all times? When he want to. Pedri shakes his head and speeds up.
Let’s just reach the hotel, quick enough.
The midfielder manages to get in without much trouble sneaking in by another entrance, ignoring fans. Well there weren’t anyone to ignore. Pedri leans up against the elevator.
He’s still in need of a shower. Pedri, turns down the volume of his song.
Finds the keycard and swipes. He hums a little and opens the door.
“Hello.”
Shit man. Pedri jumps back his side hitting the door. There he stands. The man who won’t leave his mind. Gavi he’s leaning up against the wall. First thing you see when opening the door.
Gavi pulls him in and closes the door. Pedri panics and pulls his hand away almost tumbling back. “How did you get in?” Pedri’s back hits the now closed door.
Gavi shrugs and steps closer. “What’s up with you.” Pedri wants to emerge himself with the floor. What is he doing here. Standing in his hotel room. He isn’t even sharing a room with him. How did he get in. Can he step away?
Pedri takes a deep breath and turns to look at the younger. Gavi quirks a brow at him. “Is something going on.” Voice careful. Pedri doesn’t like that.
He breathes out. “No there’s nothing wrong.” Pedri takes a steps away from the suffocating area. He places his bag on a small table to the side. Gavi persist following him. “You sure.” And Pedri nods.
Wanting to take his shirt off. He stinks. But he can’t. There’s a guest and Pedri has manners. “Yes, I’m sure.” Pedri is still looking away hoping the man will just leave. Taking the signs to turn around and leave Pedri alone and miserable.
Gavi steps closer, Pedri can feel his presence. “Are you sure, as in genuinely sure.” Pedri spots him from the corner of his eyes. Gavi is hunched down, speaking with a soft voice. He’s being careful. The look in his eye is full of worry and something else. He’s too close. Pedri hates it. Why is he being like this.
The younger purposely made his figure smaller, yet it’s Pedri who feels suffocatingly small.
Pedri lifts an arm. Puts his hand in the middle of Gavi’s chest and slowly pushes him. Gavi allows himself to be pushed taking a few steps back.
There, he can finally breathe again.
Pedri nods, not trusting his voice anymore. Gavi is still at a standstill unmoving. He’s not saying anything either which doesn’t help the situation.
He escapes again. Running away, he can’t- he won’t stay in this room. Pedri hastily grabs some pieces of clothing and makes dips towards the bathroom.
Pedri doesn’t know. Complete and utterly clueless. Gavi could’ve left by now. Gone and went to go play with Fermin and Ansu it was- left him here. It’s okay though. He’s okay with that.
He’s finished only a towel around his body. His hasty grab didn’t provide him of any shirt only what’s beneath the waist. Boxers and sweatpants. Pedri sighs, he could’ve sworn he put a shirt inside these pair.
Enough dwelling he just needs to grab a shirt and hope that Gavi isn’t there, anymore.
Slowly opening the door trying to peek around. He sees nothing and no one. Oh. Pedri steps out even more. Oh maybe he left. Pedri didn’t hear him but he’s not complaining. He closes the door-
Just what in the..
There he stands. Gavi leaned up against the wall with a small awkward smile on his face.
If he ignores him. He isn’t there. And Pedri turns around to walk- a hand, Gavi’s hand grabs his wrist.
Pedri tries to pull it off but he isn’t budging. Just standing there, almost menacingly watching him. Pedri turns away.
“Shouldn’t you be gaming with Ansu and Fermin?” A question, this is normal. Gavi should let go now, yet he doesn’t. Instead opt for pulling him closer.
And Pedri doesn’t want to move, but the forceful drag almost makes him stumble into Gavi. “I have a more important task at hand.” He states and pulls at Pedri even more.
He wants him to let go, to leave him alone. Why does he care so much. Another pull and Pedri wants to whine. Why can’t he-
Shit. Did he actually whine? Pedri panics and desperately tries to pull his wrist off the grip. Gavi swallows and then drags the elder.
Pedri can only follow.
Gavi sits him down on the bed. As he himself drags a chair out and places it in front of Pedri. Now sitting face to face, across from each other.
Gavi sits tall, with the chair helping to elevate the height. Pedri on the other hand, sitting on the bed, dipping under his weight. He looks away.
Pedri doesn’t know where to look. Gavi is right there in front of him. Not doing anything. For the amount of care Gavi has, he isn’t being very caring right now.
“Pedri.” Gavi states and Pedri shivers. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have any shirt on. He fiddles with the blanket laying there underneath him. Oh how he just wants to roll himself up and disappear.
“Look at me.” And Pedri does turning his gaze towards Gavi.
He’s sitting there, back leaned against the rest. Hands resting on his thighs. Legs spread with space.. Ans Pedri can’t look away.
And he swears he catches a small smirk on the younger before he turns serious again. “What’s wrong.” Gavi changes position again, leaning forward this time so he’s now looking up at Pedri.
Why does he always do this to him. Pedri can’t help but look away. “Once again there’s nothing wrong, shouldn’t you be out playing with Fermin and Ansu, not here-“ Gavi cuts him off with a hand.
No. It’s a statement and Pedri shushes. “There’s something wrong, and I want to help you.” Pedri could melt. Why is he so nice, he doesn’t deserve him. Why, please why.
But Pedri shakes his head instead. He never noticed the pictures on his wall. They have a very peculiar design.
There’s a hand on his jaw, and he’s forcefully being moved away. “Have I done something?” Yes, no- you’re apart of it. “No, it’s doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
“Why are you avoiding me then?” Gavi’s voice is impatient. Though still incredible soft. Pedri doesn’t know how. “I’m not avoiding you.” Pedri looks away. He hears a chair being moved and Gavi is closer now.
A hand turns his head against. Gavi is still leaning forward, looking up at Pedri. “Before you wouldn’t mind if I.” Gavi emphasises his point by placing two hand on each of Pedri’s knees. “Touched you.” Gavi moves his hands forward. “Now you seem to avoid it.”
Pedri wants to say something, but nothing falls out of his mouth he closes it and Gavi begins speaking. “Now you even avoid my gaze?”
Pedri full on shivers, he’s sure Gavi can feel it because he just slides his hands further up. If he wasn’t wearing sweatpants. The younger’s hands would be just at the hem of his-
Gavi quickly manoeuvres his hands under Pedri’s thighs and pulls him forward. The elder quickly braces himself hands coming to Gavi’s shoulders.
Hands fall onto his waist, slowly making their way down and settles on Pedri’s hips. “What’s wrong?” Gavi is there, leaning back against the rest. Looking up at Pedri with those big brown questioning eyes. However Pedri notices something else.
The hands on his hips is rubbing small circles, one even finding its way inside his pants. Rubbing at the fabric of his boxers. “There’s nothing wrong.” And Pedri squirms when Gavi squeezes his hip. The hand that hadn’t fully made its way in creeps over to Pedri’s lower back.
And Gavi pushes evilly. Doesn’t warn the elder. The hand on his lower back not retreating. And Pedri falls onto Gavi.
“Can you let me go?” Pedri tries. Gavi quirks a brow, his expression saying ‘convince me. “You have somewhere to be and-“
“Oh?” Gavi’s voice is low. And Pedri feels himself being lifted up and placed, just near Gavi’s dick.
He panics but, Gavi hold him still not letting him move away. The only way he allows, is forward. Closer to him. Gavi removes his hand previous resting inside his pants and stalks it up to Pedri’s jaw. “Are you jealous?”
Jealous? No, how could he think such things. Pedri wouldn’t be jealous. Who should he be jealous. Gavi’s allowed to do what he wants and isn’t bound- “Jealous that i might be giving, Ansu more attention than you?” Gavi questions.
No reaction, and so he persist. “Is it Fermin? Scared he’ll steal me away from you.” And Pedri tenses, a clear giveaway which Gavi gladly abuses. “I thought so.”
A hand claps behind Pedri’s neck. Moving upwards and into his hair. Tangling itself, merging together and Pedri being yanked down. “You shouldn’t worry.”
They’re so close now, all the panic inside Pedri has turned to wanting and yearning. He barely registers what the younger is saying to him just that he is right. “You’re so far gone that you aren’t even listening?” Gavi laughs at him and Pedri wants to run. Hide, disappear from the face of the earth.
“Oh no baby, don’t be like that.” Gavi drops a kiss at the corner of his mouth. And Pedri breaks. He dips down-
He’s being held back. The hand in his hair is holding him firmly so he can’t move further down. It’s taunting the way Gavi smiles at him. Like he knows. He probably does. It’s so patronising that Pedri could cry.
Another kiss, this time a peck on his lips. He tries to kiss back from more but is once again held back.
And that’s when Pedri realises. Gavi has full control. He can easily leave Oesri frustrated and alone. Pedri could break apart at the thought. Gavi leaving him? How could he ever-
He must be crying, because he feels something wet running down his cheeks and both of Gavi’s hands are on his face stroking the droplets away.
“I’m sorry.” Gavi drops a kiss to his forehead. Pedri doesn’t know why he’s apologising. It just feels right. Another kiss to his lips. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take good care of you?” It’s a question and Pedri nods.
“Perhaps another time, yeah?” And Pedri nods he doesn’t know what he’s agreeing too, but his mind is too occupied by Gavi, Gavi, Gavi.. and then theirs kissing. It’s soft. Gavi sets the tempo, and controls it. Pedri accepts and whines when he feels teeth at his bottom lip.
Gavi pushes his tongue in. And Pedri pulls away at a panic. “Shh, it’s okay baby.” Pedri doesn’t know why he’s so jumpy just that he’s grateful for Gavi.
The younger begins kissing down Pedri’s neck and he can’t help but whine. He’s feels ecstatic and so good. So so good. Gavi rolls his hips and Pedri lets out a loud moan. Body shivering.
He can feel Gavi smile into his neck as he trails up to kiss him. Pedri grabs his shoulders. His mind is occupied. That felt so good. Gavi pushes his tongue in. All Pedri can think about is that sensation.
Pedri tries to recreate it. Rolling his hips forward and pulling away to frown when it doesn’t feel the same. He tries again and again and again and-
Eventually Gavi laughs. “You’re so cute.” And his hands come to rest at his hips, rolling them up experimentally. And Pedri groans.
Gavi smiles up at him, it isn’t cunning in any way but full of, draw he say, love. “Have you done this before?” Sex. Yes Pedri has had sex before but not something that feels this good-
“I mean with a man.” And Pedri shakes his head. Gavi smiles up at him. “Of course.” And Pedri is too far gone to know if he should take offence to that. Gavi moves him around and places him firmly on one of his thighs.
Pedri shakes his head. He feels embarrassed. Gavi tilts his head. “Why not?” And the grip around his hips tighten. “I promise it’ll feel good..” Gavi’s voice trails on. He pushes his thigh up towards Pedri’s cock.
And the pleasure shoots back into Pedri’s body. Gavi repeats a few more times before letting his thigh fall flat, Pedri whines at the loss of sensation. “Go on try it for yourself.” Gavi encourages with a pat on his hip.
Pedri wants to try he really wants to. So he does. Taking a deep breath and placing a hand on Gavi’s shoulder. He’s met with a smile and another encouraging push on his hips. As Pedri begins grinding down.
It’s weird and hard but feels so good.
He doesn’t stop, and Gavi only makes it worse- better when he starts pushing up again. He begins feeling warm all over, tightening his hold-
Pedri begins trembling and he pushes at Gavi’s shoulder. “Need help?” And Pedri nods, he can’t anymore he feels so fucking tired but he wants to continue. Wants to continue chasing the pleasure awaiting him.
Gavi tightens his hold and helps Pedri move. It’s so much better, so much easier, and Pedri feels so much warmer.
He comes, trembling even more than when he was chasing his orgasm. Gavi guides his head to rest on his shoulder. He’s sweaty and he just took a bath. What a waste of water.
Gavi moves his thigh and Pedri tenses up. “I’m sorry.” The younger apologises and drops an apologetic kiss to his temple.
A few more moments pass and Pedri’s being lifted up again. He’s too tired to complain. Until his ass is placed just on top of Gavi’s dick. He can feels the imprint on the crevasse of his ass. Pedri responds with a whine.
Gavi shushes him. “You did so well, so so good.” And Gavi experimentally rolls his hips and Pedri moans from over sensitivity. “Think you can hold on for me?” Gavi asks with attentive voice and how can Pedri deny him.
He nods. But instantly shakes his head after a few more rolls of Gavi’s hips. “It’s too much.” He mutters but clear enough for Gavi to hear.
And Gavi stops. Like the gentleman that he is. He lifts Pedri’s face from his shoulder and kisses him. It’s soft and sweet. Full of every single emotion Pedri has tried to express. Added on with the care and gentleness of how Gavi is treating him.
Pedri moans and accidentally moves his hips making Gavi break the kiss to groan. Hands fall to his hips. “Pedri.” Gavi warns.
The elder looks up at him and nods. “Are you sure?” Gavi taps his hips. Pedri nods again.
“Hit me if it becomes too much.”
And Gavi picks up again. Rolling his hips. Groaning. Pedri feels strange as well. His dick starting to harden again. He can’t help but meet the rolling of Gavi’s hips.
Pedri moans after a particular moment. Where they both met at the perfect time. He looks down at Gavi.
Something in Gavi snaps as he rolls his hips even more frantic. It becoming harder and harder to meet his. Lips meeting his. It’s messy and Pedri can’t help but moan at the sensation. Gavi has found a rhythm, now having fully taken over. Practically just using Pedri’s body to chase his own pleasure.
They break the kiss apart. And Gavi settles besides Pedri’s ear. “I wish I could fuck you right now.” And that’s sends Pedri over the line again. His boxers now feeling uncomfortably wet. He whines.
As Gavi continues, switching between humping, rolling and basically thrusting the air. To chase his release. Pedri holds Gavi’s shoulder so tight he’s sure Gavi’s gonna have clothes burn.
Gavi bites down on Pedri’s shoulder as he comes into his pants.
They take a few deep breaths. String into each other eyes. Exchanging kisses here and there. Gavi dropping kisses to the bruise he gave Pedri before returning to look at Pedri.
“How are you not overheating?” Pedri finally asks voice hoarse. Gavi shrugs.
And that’s when panic flows through Pedri once more. He shivers and Gavi just holds him tighter. “You’re gonna overheat!” He tries to reason and Gavi just laughs.
“Then let’s get out of these shackles shall we?”
It’s the second time he’s takes a shower. Under one hour as well. Gavi was very nice to him during it all. Helping him wash his body and hair. Giving him towels and such.
Now here he is waiting for the younger to come out. The chair still there. Not moved ever since their whole ordeal.
Pedri can’t bring himself to move it he lays falls back against the bed. Gavi should be out any minute now.
The door clicks open. There he is, walking towards Pedri, almost naked. Besides a pair of boxers.
Pedri panics and throws a pillow at Gavi. “I thought I gave you clothes?!” He turns away from Gavi who has thrown the pillow back at him. “Oh come on, we’ve done-“ Pedri shushes him.
And a laugh behind him. The bed besides him dips and he feels himself being pulled back. Gavi covers them in the blanket and a hand intertwines with his.
“Want to talk about it?” And this is what Pedri feared, he tightens his hold on Gavi’s hand. Sighs and contemplates. Should he tell him. He probably should after everything they’ve done- Pedri shakes his head. Not literally but figuratively.
“I was scared.” He starts and Gavi hims to show that he’s listening. “Scared of losing you.” Gavi isn’t showing any reaction but judging by the way he pulls Pedri closer to him there’s something.
“Why would you be scared?” Oh. Actually Pedro doesn’t know. Why is he scared or maybe he does. Perhaps he just doesn’t want to admit it. But he does. He need to. Communication is key. “I was scared you were gonna leave me for someone else.” And Pedri wants to roll away and hide. But he doesn’t he waits for Gavi’s response.
Gavi drops a kiss to his temple. “Scared that I was gonna leave you for Fermin?” Pedri nods in confirmation. “Come on a little.” Gavi then says but he hugs him. “I would never leve you for anybody.”
And Pedri smiles. There’s one step. One step at a time. “You still owe me for that one time..” Pedri trails off, wanting to hit himself for letting his mind drift in that direction.
“What do I owe you-“ Gavi interrupts himself and drops a kiss to his shoulder.
“Sure, after we win of course.”