What are we?

This is somewhat connected to the other but you don't need to read it, to understand this story.
Small rant, I've been sick so that has led me to finally write and finish this. I am not proud of the other one (this story is linked too,) writing this one to make amends with the atrocity I wrote beforehand. And this one has been sitting in my drafts for too long. Also may be with a few mistakes. Which means, maybe not beta read.
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It doesn’t matter what they are. Sure they fucked, but it was a one time thing. Surely nothing would lead to nothing. There’s no building block to start on.

Should he be annoyed, maybe. After all he poured his heart out. Admitted everything, just for this? Ignoring one another, okay technically the two aren’t ignoring each other, but after everything. Feelings on display. For this?

Okay, he shouldn’t beat himself up. It’s a birthday party. A fucking birthday party. So what if he didn’t get invited. A party that is supposed to be shared with the one you’re closest too. Barely, or to his knowledge, anybody from the team got invited.

They didn’t even fuck properly. Instead grinding against each other like horny teenagers- A memory he would like to forget. Soon rather than later. Pedri thinks back, has he done something? Gavi hasn’t exactly been clear about his stand on the situation.

Only leaving him to question. Oh fuck. Pedri snaps out of it, how is he losing? It’s his team. Barcelona, he’s not losing with them. The thoughts can wait. FIFA is more important.

Wait they did. Though the thoughts never disappeared. Pedri finishes of the small Tiktok live. He did it for the fans, of course. But the money is always nice. He grins, who doesn’t love a small little treat.

Pedri’s been doing better in recent times. That’s what he likes to say. Maybe fucking it out did work. Releasing much needed stress. However, that he’s still debating. More questions got tangled into the mix than solutions easily pulling themselves out.

And for each day that passes, the questions just seem to grow. Becoming even more harder to solve, or even putting a simple theory on. He sighs. Enough of that. A simple talk, can fix it. Hopefully.

Pedri is on his bed, rolling around. Opening a document. Doing many contemplations. Writing several different sentences. What’s the best way to tackle such a situation. Pedri mutters to himself.

Hi Gavi, does fucking mean we’re dating?

Pedri cringes at the message. That may be too straight forward. Since when did fucking mean dating. In some cases it did, but he isn’t gone dwell in those parts.

Am I only a one night-stand?

That sounds too emotional for Pedri’s liking. He shuts the phone off. Burrowing himself in the pillow. Sure he poured his heart out, but isn’t something supposed to happen after that? Wasn’t he being clear enough. He felt like he did, served everything with the words. I need you. Did the younger interpret it wrong?

Maybe he already got rejected. He breathes out. Pedri doesn’t like it when his emotions get the best of him. He starts acting out and shuts people off. Nothing ends well. Pedri sighs. Maybe face to face confrontation would be better.

Speaking face to face would be better. He shoots Gavi a normal ‘hello, can you return my key?’ now the waiting game. It’s a normal message. Something which shouldn’t bring suspicion. Just a simple text about a missing key. No outrages questions should be formed from that text.

Pedri throws his phone again. Over the pillow, he turns to grab his computer playing a random series as he waits.

Apparently he never got a text back. Pedri is standing in front of his car. Looking at the message, it’s not even been opened. Okay, sure. Gavi could’ve been busy. Either way face to face conversation is better than the one on text. Something he keeps telling himself.

Gavi didn’t ride with him, not anymore that is. Correction, they barely get into the same car. Another means of communication down. Now that he’s got his license. Gavi usually does the driving. Pedri hums, picking out a song and walks in.

How he is gonna confront the other. Well, that he hasn’t thought about. Yet. Pedri hums, it can’t be that hard. Just a talk between two friends. Who know each other and are good friends. Staff members are walking by, greeting him on the way.

He nods along, getting inside the locker room. A few of his teammates are already there.

Pedri sits down for a bit. Probably going to do some individual training, the whole team are. No collective training for today. Xaxi stated. Would he question it? Maybe, a bit more than maybe. La Liga is starting and they will have to work together. So the choice is, definitely something. Not odd, as it stems from Xavi. Questionable, he would describe.

A hand hits him across the shoulder. Pedri tenses up, his hand coming up to protect himself from the sudden attack. “Ow?” Is all he says, Ferran’s big smile appears. “Hello to you too.” Ferran is standing up, like a light in the darkness. Bright smile a hand out for Pedri to take.

Sighing Pedri, takes the hand. Seems like his friend has too much energy for him. Especially in the morning. Too early, Pedri concludes.

They walk along, through the different facilities. Ferran doing the most of the talking, Pedri nodding along giving his own input once in a while. Eventually they reach the bicycles.

Ferran laughing about some stupid joke, he’s been going around telling people. Pedri does smile at it, doesn’t mean it’s funny. He’s heard it being said, a bit excessive from Ferran’s part, removed the funniness in it. “You knew I threw away my vacuum.” Pedri’s face contorts. “Why?” It’s such randomness that Pedri can’t help but-

“It was collecting too much dust.” Oh.

A nudge at his arm. Loads of them, followed by a strained. “Get it?”

Pedri doesn’t know how much longer he can take of these jokes. Ferran just starts laughing, even bending over a hand on Pedri to keep himself from falling over. Gripping his arm, that Pedri could fall over.

Maybe it was a bit funny, but he’s never going to admit that. Ferran stands up, still smiling, face red from laughing too much. “I’m sorry.” Pedri shakes his head, punching him lightly before getting on the bike.

After an hour or so, just off straight biking. Conversing once in a while they stop and move along. “Where’s Gavi?” Pedri can’t help but ask. Most of their teammates have either joined them or walked past them. However no Gavi in sight. A tad bit annoying. Ruining the plans he had for face to face confrontation.

Ferran shakes his head. Shrugging directly after. Definitely annoying.

He can’t be sick, can he? Pedri searches through his thoughts. Training is finished now. Sun is still high, summer. Sick in the summer times. He knows a few folks who do get sick. September is nearing, so that much is fair. Though he didn’t expect Gavi to miss a training. Is he badly sick? Pedri walks around the field. There’s a light breeze and he’s just looking around before heading home.

That’s probable, high temperature, but Gavi looked fine to him yesterday. How long does it take for someone to get badly sick, he wonders. Pedri picks up a ball, kicking it inside the basket. A staff cheering him on when it goes straight in.

Sickness is annoying, Pedri pulls out his phone. Checking the messages. Still no response. Well at least that explains the absence.

Pedri finally walks in. Accepting the discovery he’s just made. The locker room is still somewhat filled, but he just needs his bag and he’s out of there, but to his surprise. There he is.

Gavi, he’s laughing with Ansu about something.

The guy he’s been searching for. Pedri takes slow steps towards them, Ferran joining in. Dropping another bad joke, to which both Ansu and Gavi laugh about.

He’s here. Pedri focuses in on Gavi, he looks the same. No signs of being sick and or something disturbing him. Along the way the laughing dies down and everyone goes back to do their business.

Pedri walks up to Gavi, who’s still standing up looking at his phone. “Gavi-“ It doesn’t register to him what happens. He’s being pulled in.

And now he’s hugging Gavi. “Hi Pedri.” Gavi is the first one to speak tugging Pedri closer, wrapping arms round his waist.

He tries to speak, he really does, but can’t- Even pushing at Gavi to let go of him. “Gavi- can we spe-“ Being squeezed he barely gets any syllables out.

“Hurry up, Gavito!” Araujo, his voice interrupting Pedri. Hitting Gavi on the shoulder. Pedri can feel it, and he pushes even harder at Gavi to let him go. The hands around him stay on, as Gavi turns to speak too Araujo.

Its too quick, Pedri doesn’t catch what they’re talking about, too focused on trying to remove Gavi’s hands. It’s not till Gavi looks back at him smiling. “I’ll talk to you later.” Gavi then squeezes his hips, grabs his bag and disappears out the door.

Pedri is stunned to say the least. He looks around, trying to spot anybody who was a witness to whatever just happened. Doesn’t know if he’s hoping anybody is standing with mouth open. Wanting to share his thoughts on the small ordeal.

To his surprise, he’s all alone. Only staff members passing by, most of them too busy to watch on, besides that. All alone. The whole locker room to himself. Pedri sighs.

So much for a face to face talk, he sends Gavi another text before walking out.

Nothing noteworthy happened after the following events. Or let’s rephrase. Nothing happened. No text, no anything. Not even a small smile when they see each other. Though that’s easy to argue against. Look how was he supposed to see him from across the mall. Well, maybe if he was paying attention to his surroundings. Pedri is looking at the chat messages. How come Gavi still isn’t responding to him.

Well, if he were to look back on his and Gavi’s interaction. It was, nice? The hug was comfortable. Body language wise, there’s nothing. Just a hug. Pedri could never get a good look at him.

It’s a new day. Collective training this time. Luckily.

Hopefully he can actually catch Gavi, and speak to him. Properly this time. Not all this nonsense. Tomorrow there’s a match. Hopefully one they will win.

Training is gonna decide that. Pedri sighs and walks onto the pitch letting Xavi divide the squad into two teams.

It wasn’t serious in any way. Multiple balls being on pitch as they play. Defenders usually marking one person at a time. Goalkeepers just saving the ones they feel like saving. Otherwise letting the others hammer at the goal, like they were stat padding a U7 team. Pedri breathes out.

Nevertheless it is extremely warm. Very much. It’s like he could faint at any moment. Head becoming dizzy, as if the world is spinning around him. He doesn’t though. Athlete benefits or something. He’s just overdramatizing. Pedri does somehow, end up on the ground.

Someone tackled him and now he’s staring up into the blue sky. Feeling the grass against his bare skin. His shirt is still on. Cooling him off. The ground is much nicer than standing up. Doesn’t have to use as much energy. Pedri stays and closes his eyes. There’s a few heavy steps besides him.

Others are running around. Then everything feels darker and Pedri covers his eyes. Looking up to meet..

Gavi.

The man stands above him looking down, hands on his knees as he tries to check up on Pedri. He isn’t uttering a word, and Pedri tries to sit up. Gavi offers a hand which he gladly takes.

“You good, man?” Ferran appears besides them and Pedri simply nods. No injuries nor any discomfort. Just sweat and more sweat. Pedri breathes out, how long have they been at it? He catches Ferran scolding Gavi for fouling Pedri.

He chuckles at the sight doing a few stretches before, Xavi walks over and dismisses the day.

Getting home early from training has its benefits. You get to prepare yourself. Mentally and physically. Rest up and get yourself in the game. Let the mind focus on one thing only: Football.

Pedri shakes it off. Standing at the tunnel, ready to walk on pitch. After a somewhat disappointing start to Barcelona’s La Liga start. Pedri hopes this match could turn the tide.

Finally giving Barcelona those three points, they so desperately deserve. Pedri breathes out, letting all the nerves, leave his body. He’s going to give it his all. No matter what.

The match passes quickly.

Pedri playing the whole game. Providing them with everything he could.

Giving everything he’s got.

And for good reason.

The points are theirs. Pedri is ecstatic, still remembering the thrill of scoring. He can’t stop smiling. After the first tense match day, this win puts some relief on all the players.

Rightfully so. “You’re coming right?” Ferran is already packed up and ready to go. Pedri barely ready, he hums. Not too sure what he just agreed on. Nothing bad, hopefully.

“I’ll pick you up by 10 then!” And Ferran is off, he dashes out the door no sign of a wild Ferran anymore. Place quiet now. Pedri just shakes his head. A party, probably. Celebratory for the first win of the season. Would be nice. Pedri discusses it with himself, as he sips on his water.

Pedri smacks a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie on. That’ll work, as he scrolls through his music. A thought pops up. Gavi. Now could be a good time to talk to him.

He easily spots Gavi, also just sitting around, scrolling through his phone. Pedri drops a bag besides him and fits himself into the free space. Turning to Gavi. “You have a ride?” Gavi asks, catching Pedri off guard. He nods.

And before he gets another word out, Gavi is turned towards him. A quick one-sided hug is given. For Pedri he’s confused, he doesn’t have enough reaction time to hug back. “See you.” Gavi whispers into his ear. And off he is.

Confused, is an understatement. Too many thoughts are ragging up in Pedri’s brain. And a sour taste at his mouth. He ignores it.

Nothing happens, if you yourself don’t take action. Likely a scenario won’t pop up. However in this situation, it feels like the consequences are avoiding him. Even if they’re going to be bad. Pedri is sure he could handle them.

Ferran texted him a few minutes ago, saying he’s on his way. So Pedri is more or less strolling around, not too sure what to bring. Other than himself. Pedri ends up with nothing. Besides the necessary as he meets Ferran.

They exchange hello’s and Ferran puts on some music which he probably is head banging a bit too much too. Pedri laughs along once Ferran cracks a few jokes. They’ve gotten better. And much dumber.

Eventually they pull up, in front of someone’s house. He doesn’t get a good look at it. The place filled with staff, players and acquaintances. Greeting the ones he knows. It’s a quick meet.

Because Ferran isn’t letting go of him, not until they find a couch to sit on. And now he’s sitting down, a few unopened bottles at the table. “Enjoy yourself.” Ferran whispers and Pedri finds himself leaning back.

Pouring himself a glass. He takes a look around. The game is being replayed at a big screen. For everyone to watch. He scrunches his face after a bad pass.

Looking away, to avoid the cringe spreading. At least they won. Pedri breathes out, drinking out of his cup. Trying to spot any familiar faces. Only to find someone already staring directly at him.

Surprisingly he doesn’t break eye contact. Gavi holds his gaze firm, not breaking away. No signs of it ending anytime soon.

Gavi smiles, and downs the rest of his glass before walking over. Pedri of course smiles back, placing his glass down.

“Pedri..” Gavi begins but trails off, before- Of course. He gets interrupted. Raphinha jumps over the couch and sits right besides him and Ferran. Pedri moves to create more space. He hears a sigh behind him, as he turns again.

Only to find Gavi now busy speaking to Fermin.

Pedri needs another drink.

A drink he gets, too many one would argue. Pedri is slumped against a chair, a glass of water at the desk in front of him. He’s not sure where he ended up.

Home? No, but that doesn’t really narrow it down. At least all his clothes are on and nothing seems to have happened.

That is, Raphinha bursts through the door with Ferran following him. “You okay?” Pedri nods. “Small headache.” He mumbles, no coherent words coming out only a few pained sounds. Raphinha places a plate in front of him. “Eat up.” He then pats Pedri’s shoulder and leaves.

Ferran stays, taking a seat on the bed. Sitting at a corner to stay close. “Good?” Ferran is juggling a water bottle between his hands. Pedri nods and starts eating.

“Why haven’t you gone home?” Pedri asks between chewing. Ferran just laughs. “I drove you over here?” He says sarcastically.

“Also you started drinking a fuck ton, you even blacked out, Gavi had to carry you up here, a miracle we didn’t need to call ambulance.” Pedri almost chokes. Ferran rushes up patting him on the back. “No, it wasn’t anything serious.” He explains, but that isn’t exactly what Pedri was choking over. He holds a thumb up, signaling he’s fine. Which he is, or well he should be.

So Gavi was the one who carried him. He has no trouble interacting with a passed out Pedri, but speaking face to face? When did that option disappear?

Pedri doubles down, pushing the plate of food out of his vicinity to lay down. He hears Ferran shuffling behind him. “It’s not serious, no?” He questions Pedri. The almost dead looking person, manages to shake his head.

No. It’s like the world is against him. What can him and Gavi not interact anymore? Are they gonna break the universe if they do? Pedri lets out a sigh. Gavi definitely breaks Pedri.

“Ferran, can I borrow your phone?” Ferran immediately hands him the phone. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Pedri simply nods, and opens up the chat messages between Ferran and Gavi, sending a quick hi. Before giving it back.

Ferran has a raised brow towards Pedri, looking at the screen in front of him. “So?” Pedri holds a finger out. “Tell me if he responds.”

The leaves brushing against each other is the only sound, weaving itself through the empty driveway. Raphinha is sending them off with a small box, filled with food. A freshly cut lawn, letting out the classic scent of grass.

Grass. Field. Football, everything just runs in a circle. Pedri opens the door for himself, sitting in the passenger seat. He manages to include everything he loves in the circle. However the questions stems, is he included in others?

Ferran hums to himself, the screen lighting up by a click. A nudge. Gavi’s message. It’s nothing special only a small hello. Still, Pedri doesn’t hide his annoyance. Jaw tensing up, as he tries to think straight.

If his friend take notice. The words are never exchanged. Interaction never acknowledged. And he’s content with that.

To seek the attention of another person, a deed Pedri thought he had mastered. Plenty of attempts have been made. None successful. Pedri stares at the messages he’d been sending Gavi. He tried other means of communication. All being left on seen or unopened. Perhaps he should try sending letters. Maybe luck will follow him in that way, but Gavi never does letters.

It’s not like he doesn’t know. Being famous has its benefits, but following them are a wave of disadvantages. Bombarded by messages is nothing new. Pedri sighs, trying to be optimistic. He’ll just speak to Gavi today.

Actually speak to him. Whether or not he has to force the guy to speak. A conversation will occur.

He’s one of the last people left in the locker room. Knowing Gavi also is one of them. Reasoning? His bag. Left behind. All alone in the empty locker room, lights dimmed. Depressing in a way. Pedri could see himself in the bag. Weirdly enough. Being ignored and left, maybe even forgotten.

Pedri shakes his head. There’s a reason behind this one. Gavi having to stay back, because of something Xavi had to discuss with the young midfielder.

Pedri sits back, removing the music from his ears. Zeroing in on the footsteps approaching the room. Finally the two can speak.

Gavi enters alone, he sees Pedri. Looks a him for a mere second before turning away. There’s not much else to look at, just him and the bag. At least his presence was acknowledged. He pinches himself for thinking like that. Pedri stands up, grabbing the other. “Gavi.” He says sternly.

The other barely turns to him. Just letting the arm be held as we tries to pack his stuff wit the free one. “Will you please talk to me-“

“Can you leave me the fuck alone?!” Gavi practically snarls at him. Eyes widening in shock. He takes a deep breath. “I need to talk with you.” Trying his best to keep up face after the aggressive answer by the other. “I don’t have time for you.” Gavi looks away with his tone holding the same anger.

Pedri is speechless before everything turns into anger. The patience he’s has with this guy. Completely and utterly ignoring him. Pedri feels like he’s been pretty nice. Kind enough to try many ways, and the guy can’t even spare a few minutes to speak with him?

But there’s only so much he can take. And he can’t play the waiting game forever. “What is it with you?” Pedri questions clearly mad. Either his imagination runs wild, because worry flashes through Gavi’s eyes. Keyword, imagination. “What’s with me?” Gavi angrily pulls his arm out of his grasp.

“I’m not the one grabbing people out of nowhere.” He pulls his hand away like he just touched something burning hot. “Oh come on, no way that hurt.” But Gavi starts massaging the area.

“You’re being dramatic.” Pedri tries to reason and out of nowhere Gavi grabs his wrist. Squeezing them. Hard. “Well at least I don’t get injured over nothing.” Strength surges through Pedri as he pulls his wrist out.

“Like having anger issues is any better.” And Gavi rolls his eyes. “Better than having a fragile body.” The world stops. His mind becoming blank, as Gavi simply stretches his wrist. “Can barely play a match without getting injured.”

Everything starts flipping around, then coming to a standstill. Pedri’s speechless. He- what. How could he, confused and angered. Mind turning off and heart instead trying to process the words. Pedri doesn’t have it in him to get angry.

Low blow, is all that repeats through his mind. He quickly grabs his bag and is gone. Yelling out. “Good luck going a match without a card.” He’s drained, mind focused on getting out and away. Doesn’t have it in him to go over what just happened.

A pang to his chest, heart area. Didn’t expect it to hurt that much. What now, friendship ruined. He expected Gavi to know better, clearly not. Good friends, what a lie.

Everything feels warm, and tears are prickling his eyes. Pedri leans back against the car seat. Taking deep breaths. No crying. That little guy doesn’t deserve any tears. Pedri tries to calm himself down.

Patting around his pockets, pulling out his phone. He blocks Gavi everywhere. Being out for a bit. It’s not like he’s gonna see him anytime soon. Pedri tries to steady himself with a deep breath and finally starts the car.

Oh he hates injuries. Hates them. They’re absolutely dreadful, a pain to deal with. And to hear those words muttered directly to his face. Especially from someone who knows. Should know, seems more appropriate. How much he tries. Everything, if he could play. Oh Pedri would do anything to be back on pitch. He sighs.

Not worth it. Negative thoughts are something he should refrain from occupying his mind.

He opens his phone, looking at a new story. Blocking Gavi everywhere, was a lie. But Pedri would argue it just shows his maturity. He can stay professional online. A facade for the public to view.

The private to stay hidden. Barcelona won. They won. Luckily, seems like things are going uphill for the club. The argument a few days prior seemingly having no affect on Gavi.

Was this just another, small argument between friends? Pedri scoffs, doing his celebration isn’t mending anything. Keeping up appearance much. Pedri clicks through the story. Finally answering a message he’s been ignoring.

Ferran instantly responds. He hears the door open, and Ferran pops in. Bags in hand and the man instantly heads for the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Pedri yells out. Stopping the movie.

“Did you watch the match?” He walks over with a few cans in hand. Pedri nods in response. Ferran starts grinning. “I guess the fear-ran finally happened.”

The midfielders instantly covers his face. And the loud laughing from Ferran besides him isn’t helping. “There’s an afterparty for the win?” Ferran tries between laughs.

Pedri shakes his head. Parties are always fun, last one is debatable. However under these current circumstances. Going isn’t an option. “No?” Ferran holds his hands up. “I won’t force you.”

“Partying after every win, can’t be good.” Pedri reasons and his friend shrugs. “I’ll leave you to it.” Ferran readies himself.

Unexpectedly so, Ferran runs. Practically sprinting out while shouting. “If you change your mind I’ll be driving by!” Pedri just shakes his head. He wants to question his friend’s action, but nothing seems plausible without it being the teeny bits of creepy.

Fun, a word he sadly hasn’t associated himself with these days. Harder to come by, Ferran has been enjoyable. The jokes always brighten his mood. However, everything just feels so depressing.

Something isn’t running correctly. Mentally and physically. Why did he have to go and get injured. It’s like he proved Gavi’s point. That dumb and unreasonable point.

Who would’ve thought, he actually went through a game without a card. Annoyingly so.

Pedri tries to get comfortable, throwing his phone away. Lessening his screen time and starts the movie again. He lifts himself up, just to fall short and land uncomfortably on his wrist. Ow. Fuck injuries.

Time passes quickly, and Pedri honestly hasn’t done much. Besides what he’s usually done. How many movies he’s managed to rewatch. A number long forgotten. Training is a no-go according to physicians and other. Speaking with so many people a day, practically forgotten their profession.

Ferran kept his word. Swinging by with some beer, leaving some of his stuff, just to dip as quickly. Heavy eyelids have been annoying Pedri. Sleep is important, but he doesn’t want to be the reason Ferran is worried sick about his forgotten jacket.

At least his phone is on him. Pedri shot him a message, reminding him about his things.

There’s been no response. Oddly so. Calling doesn’t help either. So Pedri has resorted to watching horror to stay awake. Trying not to make the lack of light the reason he sleeps.

But yawns are unavoidable. In the middle of a big yawn- the door bursts open. There comes a tumbling Ferran who falls on the floor followed by.

Gavi.

Energy fills his body again and Pedri somehow manages to glare at Gavi, before worriedly turning towards his, seemingly passed out friend. Stay friendly and be a good host. He reminds.

“How much did he drink?” Pedri asks, taking careful steps towards Ferran. Gavi is completely ignoring his gaze. Switching between the door and the blank wall. “Too much.”

Surprise, surprise. Ferran is slurring a few words. Sorry, perhaps. What he’s apologizing for. Pedri doesn’t question. Not even sure the drunk-head is apologizing. Whatever the guy is spewing isn’t important. He lets out a sigh. Somehow managing to get Ferran on two feet.

Pedri looks at the door behind Gavi. Trying to look past the guy standing a few meters away. “You can go now.” Pedri states. He doesn’t know if he can handle him here, the sooner he’s gone the better-

“There’s a problem.”

A problem. Now? Pedri has his back turned, but the tension between them soon turns awkward. “Which is?” Ferran is leaning against him. Making it hard to stabilize his steps. “I don’t have a ride home.”

Goodness gracious. Pedri wants to hit someone. Run home? He debates telling the guy. He lets out a deep sigh. Driving him home could also be an option. He’s at a standstill and doesn’t notice, Ferran almost stumbling the two.

Gavi is quick. Grabbing onto Ferran so he doesn’t fall and Pedri manages to stabilize himself. Another deep breath. Be a good host. “You can stay the night.” Pedri is then about to give directions, but Gavi is already headed the way.

“You know the way.” Pedri lets out, more to himself than to be heard. “Of course I do.” Gavi says, glancing back at Pedri. Their eyes finally meet. Even after many days of not speaking. The underlying of understanding is still there. Always there.

Ferran interrupts with a burp. And Gavi rushes him into the room. Pedri opening a drawer.

A cup of water and some leftovers. Pedri smiles. It’s the leftover Ferran gave to him. Now they are going back to the giver. The door clicks open and Gavi walks out. “He’s sleeping.” And Pedri nods.

Gavi stops, on instinct Pedri stops as well. Besides the guy is- “Pedri?” He hums as a response and Gavi becomes non responsive, avoiding his gaze once more. Pedri finally nudges between Gavi and the open door.

A small oh’ escapes from Gavi and he steps aside and walks away. Pedri shakes his head. Closing the door behind him.

Whether Gavi is drunk or not is a question lingering on his mind. There’s a stench of alcohol following the guy. That could also just be Ferran or the environment he was in. Pedri places the stuff down.

Ferran, you’re a great friend and I treasure your time. But must you bring him with you? Pedri questions. Gavi’s behavior is bizarre. Did he really just forget about everything.

Or is he ignoring the issue. Though that thought angers him a little. There is also the chance he’s just keeping it friendly. If Pedri was feeling mean, he could kick him out. Leaving him to actually run home or walk. Catch a bus or something along those lines.

His eyes falls onto his wrists. Perhaps he should feel a little mean. Nothing extremely visible, but something stings when his eyes land on them. A reminder of what happened.

Ferran turns to find a more comfortable position. Pedri manages to pull some of the mans clothes up. Whether his friend is saying proper words or not, Pedri can’t find the difference. He throws another blanket over Ferran, and a bag besides him.

His friend seemingly have calmed down and finally dozed off. Pedri steps out taking a deep breath. That’s one problem solved. However the other problem is sitting on his couch. Dim lights shining down.

It would be inappropriate to laugh in this situation. Gavi is sitting right in the middle, hands folded on his lap. Like a child trying to hide something from their parents. So formal. Pedri walks over to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water.

Be a good host. Honestly Pedri doesn’t mind, if Gavi stays like this then he could bear keeping the guy over for a night. He hands him the glass and Gavi thanks him.

Pedri would take a seat, if it wasn’t for Gavi occupying the whole couch. He sighs, maybe he should ask. Gavi, again looks extremely tense. “Did you drink?” Pedri finally asks.

There’s silence, he doesn’t get an answer immediately. Gavi turns to look at him, though quickly looking away. “A bit.” Pedri nods, may explain why Gavi is acting like this.

Then a choice is made and Pedri is off. “Wait-!” Gavi grabs his wrist. Pedri’s eyes widen, trying to lightly pull his arm back. He shivers when Gavi moves his hand, only to gently hold Pedri’s hand.

“Pedri, can we talk?” Gavi has pleading eyes, sitting back on the armrest. The position exposes the uncertainness in Gavi. Eyes flickering between Pedri and everything else. Senses now heightened.

Still trying to pull his hand back, though he may be unsure. Gavi is determined to have some form of connection. Pedri lets his hand be held. He wants to say something, but the small grudge that’s formed against the latter is holding him back.

It’s an unusually sight, Gavi completely exposed. So unsure he can’t even look Pedri in the eyes. The normally cheery, smiley guy now hesitant to speak his mind. “Please?” Gavi adds on.

Pedri has to take a step back, the hold not faltering one bit. “Not when you’re drunk.” He shakes his head. Gavi looks defeated. “Please, Pedri?”

Confidence slowly building itself up, he looks at Pedri. Mouthing another ‘please. “You won’t remember.” Pedri reasons and pulls his hand back. “It’s late, go to sleep.” Gavi nods.

“Goodnight, Pedri.”

Whether it’s early or late. Won’t matter. Pedri would argue that he got plenty of sleep this night. However, eyelids are closed and body is extremely heavy. He remembers everything that happened yesterday.

Even a non-rested Pedri remembered that he let a certain someone inside his house. Why, now distraught present-day Pedri has to deal with it.

Gavi was drunk yesterday, he’s betting his money on he barely remembers what he’s doing here. There’s steps outside his door and then it swings open. “Morning sleepy head.” It’s Ferran.

He’s holding a plate with some sort of food. Ferran recovered quickly. “Thank you for yesterday.” His friend sits down on the edge. “And sorry as well.”

Then there’s a fork near his face, and a piece of waffle stabbed. “It’s fine.” Pedri does however accept the food. A few thoughts run through his mind, all leading to the same ending. Is their friendship still a tangled mess, he questions. Finally gaining confidence to ask. “Is Gavi still here?” Ferran shakes his head. “He had to visit someone, I think.” Ferran stuffs his mouth.

He left. Running away from the problems once more. Pedri sighs. “He was acting strange though.” Ferran manages to say between food. “Looked like he was having a bad hangover, didn’t even remember being here.”

“Did he say that?” Ferran hums, then shakes his head. “Nope, I just entered the room and he was flaunting around.” Ferran makes excessive hand movements. “He said bye and left.” His friend ends and holds another piece of waffle up.

Pedri chews on the food. He had expected this to happen. Hope had started to appear. Finally starting to shine through the darkness their friendship is engulfed in.

A hand grabs onto his, and Pedri is being pulled out of bed. “Proper food?” He nods.

Ferran is never badly hungover, judging by the time. That’s plenty of recovery time. His friend currently preparing a plate of waffles, even adding on fruits and other add ons.

The plate is placed in front of him, looking ever so delicious. Ferran wipes his hand with a towel. “I’ll be off in a bit.” Pedri nods along. “Thank you.”

Pedri brushes it off. Ferran made him food, he’ll take it as payment from yesterday. Pedri walks over to the couch. Beginning the movie he was so rudely interrupted again.

A goodbye is shouted and the door closes. He doesn’t get to respond, but that’s okay. Pedri breathes out. Everything is going to be okay.

Sure Gavi may have ran away, but he doubts the guy remembers. The tendency to forget after drinking. Gavi has it especially hard. Pedri remembers the times where he would’ve done something so stupid. Everything on film.

Though when shown. No memories of the night prior. Fun times, when there was no tension between the two. Now everything is just a tangled mess.

Confusion, surrounding everything. Gavi’s practically become a mystery to him. A mystery he would like to figure out. Pedri places the plate on the table. Focusing his attention on something better.

The movie playing on his TV- a large swing and Pedri hears his door open. He jumps up. Who the fuck has access to his house. Besides, his parents maybe. Did Ferran forget something? Pedri would assume-

No. There is one person who has a key to his house. “Gavi?” he asks confused once he finally spots the guy. There’s a small wave being thrown up. “I came to return your keys.” A small jingle emerges as Gavi lightly shakes the keys.

Pedri nods, pointing a to the table side. “Thank you.” Pedri doesn’t step any closer standing around. Trying not to let the awkwardness affect him.

Though, that’s impossible. His mouth forms into a line and Gavi is still not looking at him. Pedri then claps his hands gathering the others attention. He gestures to the door and is about to speak.

Gavi is faster than him. “Pedri, we need to talk.” Oh, so he does remember. Certainly a plus from all the previous encounters. Surprisingly Gavi is the one initiating conversation- “Why the fuck was I in your house.”

Hostile. And Pedri retreats, but takes a deep breath. He takes his words back. Gavi likely doesn’t remember. “You were drunk and came here.” Pedri explains, but Gavi just shakes his head.

“No, I would never go in here on my own volition.” Is he intentionally provoking Pedri. Trying to get a reaction. Because this is insanity.

“Then what are you doing in my house?” Pedri raises his voice.

“I don’t know!”

“You don’t know?” He’s losing braincells the more he speaks to this guy. By the end of this, his brain will be a kicked and perfectly smooth pebble. Pedri points to the door. “Get out.”

Gavi squints his eyes. “No?” He says exasperated. The fuck does he mean no? Pedri pushes forward. However Gavi isn’t backing down, still standing tall. For some reason. This time he stares directly at Pedri. Though the eyes from yesterday completely gone.

Replaced with dark voids, firm and determined to do something. Pedri cant figure it out. “Gavi, what do you want.”

“I just want to talk.” Pedri raises a brow. “About what?” And Gavi is back to being uncertain, looking away. “I don’t know.” Pedri sighs. Loud enough for Gavi to glance back at him.

If he had started like this, maybe Pedri would have the patience to deal with the guy. But tiredness is overcoming his body. “Gavi, I’m not in the mood-“

Gavi surges forward, hands coming to grab on his shoulders. “I don’t remember okay?” The hands lightly squeeze. Pedri’s at a standstill.

“All I remember is that I told you we needed to speak.” Pedri nods along, letting a hand fall on top of his. “You don’t say.” Gavi quickly switches to interlocking their fingers.

And Pedri drags both of them.

Quietness, another thing that’s been surrounding them. A weird sight, something Pedri still isn’t used too. It was easy to strike up a conversation with Gavi. Everything just flowing together. Down into one bucket where it mixes well.

Laughter and enjoyment through the whole talk. Now, that isn’t so much the case. Pedri doubts he’s the only one who feels this way.

The heated discussion the two had, created something. Tension. In every single form. Pedri scoots back. Conversing is harder. Sentences don’t come to mind anymore.

One thought does, it’s caution. To think through the words before uttering them. A thought Pedri didn’t have to deal with.

At least when the two were arguing, he could say the first thing that came to mind. Now, one wrong sentence and a screaming contest could be happening. Pedri sighs, looking at Gavi who is staring very intensely at the cup.

Pedri grabs a pillow for his back. “Pedri.” He nods when his name is mentioned. Nothing follows, Gavi’s gaze falls short. Looking away once more. “You wanted to talk.” Pedri continues the sentence.

Still waiting for Gavi to continue. “Do you have a beer?” Pedri sighs and goes to stand up. “No- I need some confidence.” Gavi reasons leaning forward to grabbing Pedri.

A hand holds onto his fingers, lightly tucking him. “Gavi, just speak to me.” Pedri sits down and places a hand over theirs. “Pure sober thoughts.” A slow nod follows and Gavi inhales.

He doesn’t let go, the hand not faltering it’s hold. At times tightening. After a particular squeeze. Gavi looks up. “I don’t remember.” The words are barely audible. Words filled with uncertainty.

Pedri fixes his position, to look directly at Gavi. “You don’t remember?” A shake of the head. “These past few days, have gone by in a daze.” Gavi begins, tapping a finger on their interlocked hands. “And I haven’t been fair.”

Gavi looks up, locking eyes with Pedri. “Especially to you.” It was like a weight got lifted from his shoulders. Now that Pedri actually gets a proper look at Gavi. It doesn’t look like the guy has slept a wink.

Eye bags forming, not visible, but now sitting across from each other. It’s clear. Gavi clearly isn’t doing well. Pedri wants to crumble down. He takes a deep breath. “Is something wrong?” Gavi immediately shakes his head.

“No-“ He denies. “I’m doing better.” Pedri raises both of his brows. “Match stress.” And Xavi, likely. “Xavi too.” A small internal laughter erupts. And Gavi smiles at the name mention, making the tension lessen.

“And I want to apologies.” Gavi tones picks up again. Pedri straightens his body. “Because it wasn’t till our arguments, things started making sense again.”

His sentences fall short, and Pedri doesn’t know how to respond. His mind racing with many different thought, none of them being coherent enough. Everything going blank. “I know I shouldn’t have ignored you, when you were literally the one making my day better, and I know I’ve been an asshole, you can hate me all you want, honestly you should hate me-“

A finger shushes Gavi’s mindless ramblings. He appreciates the words and everything said. Just his brain can’t comprehend it right now.

Hands quickly find both of his and pull him forward. “I just want you to know, that I’m sorry.” Pedri falls forward, not having the strength to stay upright. Gavi quickly places hands on his sides.

“I am sorry-“ Pedri grabs Gavi’s face. Both hands on each side. “It’s okay!” He yells. Finally managing to shush Gavi from his wave of apologies. “But-“ Pedri brings one hand to his mouth. Covering it so Gavi can’t speak.

Pedri fixes his position, practically sitting himself on Gavi. Hands coming down to support his weight. “It’s okay, understood?” Pedri says once more. “No more apologies, yes?” And Gavi slowly nods.

Finally exhaling, Pedri let’s go off his face, bringing the hands down to Gavi’s shoulders. “We’re okay?” Gavi asks. And Pedri nods slowly. Still not sure what to make of the situation.

There’s still a small sense of guilt in the back of his mind, and Gavi seems to catch on. “Hmm, is something wrong?” His hand rubbing circles on Pedri’s lower back.

Pedri squints. “Guilt.” Is all he lets out and Gavi shakes his head. “No.” They exchange nods.

“I’m sorry.” They both let out in unison.

A hand slowly creeps up on his nape and Pedri brings a hand to Gavi’s hair. A smile is shared, and Gavi leans in. He pulls at the hair strand and Gavi lets out a groan.

“Doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.” Pedri says in a serious tone. The hand rubbing circles becomes flat, and Gavi pushes him forward. “I mean it.” Pedri tightens his hold.

Gavi’s face finally rests as his mouth turns into a thin line. “I get it, I’m sorr-“

Another finger shushes him up. “Can I make it up to you?” A smile is on his face but it’s clear that there’s other intentions behind it. “Gavi.” Pedri says and he’s being pulled in for a hug.

“I know, there’s still a lot unsaid.”

Pedri has definitely been better, like he’s finally mastered the technique he’s been working on for weeks. Days have been passing by easier, sleep coming more frequently now. Proper nights.

Texts answered even. He remembers when Gavi finally started picking up his phone again. Pedri spent time scrolling through the messages he’s gotten while his small blocking session.

It’s over now, but it’s not like they need them. Because Gavi has been spending more and more time at Pedri’s. Even now.

They’re watching a movie, snacks and everything ready. It’s horror so the lights are out. Helping to create the atmosphere. There’s a blanket over both of them and Pedri is hugging the bowl of popcorns.

The door swings open. “Pedri!” Someone very loud yells. Pedri flinches ever so slightly, Gavi trying to hold back his laughter. Ferran closes the front door and struts inside with quick steps. “I’m her- and Gavi?” His friend says confused.

A wave is exchanged. Ferran shrugs and walks over throwing his jacket somewhere. “I bought snacks.” His shoes are already off and he joins them on the couch. “What are you doing here?” Ferran asks pointing to Gavi.

The younger responds with a shrug. “Movie night?” Gavi pops a popcorn inside his mouth and turns to the movie. “I could ask you the same thing.” Pedri narrows his eyes. “What are you doing here.”

Ferran shrugs. “Visiting a lonely friend.” He then turns to look at Gavi. “Maybe, not so lonely after all.” Pedri hits him on the arm. Hard enough for Ferran to release a pained sound.

He then follows it up with a loud ow. “That’s violence Pedri!” A loud gasp follows as Ferran progressively looks more offended. “I don’t condone violence.” Pedri shushes him quickly.

Ferran’s eyes widen. “Fine, I see my presence is not needed here.” Ferran leans in unexpectedly placing a kiss on his temple. Pedri jerks back. “Text me.” Ferran whispers. Pedri nods slowly as Ferran takes off, waving to both of them.

Pedri lets himself laugh, turning to look at the TV. Just to catch someone staring at him from the corner of his eye. “Yeah?” He hums when Gavi continues staring. “Does Ferran always get to kiss you?” And Pedri proper laughs now.

The tone the question had, sounds like Gavi caught them doing something they shouldn’t. Not even that Gavi’s cheeks turn the teeny bit red when Pedri began laughing. “Stop laughing!” Gavi lightly pushes at Pedri.

He claps his hands and holds and a hand up to cover his mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. “Never seen friends kiss?” Pedri asks and Gavi just pushes him again. “The two of us never kiss.” Gavi says voice dropping.

“That’s a lie.” Pedri leans back against the couch rest. “And you know it.” Gavi shrugs. “May be.” Gavi’s body is turned towards him. One arm against the back rest, making his shoulder look even broader. Pedri smiles at him. Gavi reciprocates.

The younger scoots forward. Pedri now realizing how small he made himself. Hands folded neatly on his lap, calves crossing each other. And his head turned downwards, not being able to look at Gavi, who seems amused. A brow raised up.

He can feel a warm presence, nearing his ear and it shows. “Let’s indulge in that lie?” Gavi whispers low and deep, sending shivers through Pedri. He turns to stare at the younger, who smiles. His shoulders coming up to shrug. Pedri grabs his face, before Gavi gets to lean in completely.

Pedri shakes his head feeling a hand slowly coming around his shoulders. “No?” Gavi asks, voice completely innocent. Even though his voice is laced with innocence. Pedri is sure he feels Gavi pushing forward. He moves his hand to Gavi’s jaw. Looking at the other.

A smile appears on the younger. “You still have some explaining to do.” And Gavi’s face drops. “I thought you said we were okay?” His voice holds the same hostility as the day they ‘made up.’ Pedri’s face drops. “Gavi.” He says sternly and the younger pulls back, nodding along. “Ask away.” The elder pushes at Gavi. The other letting himself fall down. Slouching against the couch back.

There is always silence surrounding the two. Though the tension has lessened words don’t flow as well. Pedri wishes he could express himself in words. Something he never was all too good at. Always failing to find the right thing to say.

Now, is not the time for words to fail him. Gavi seems to be just as clueless, just fiddling with his fingers. The movie very much forgotten now. “I don’t understand you.” Gavi says, he had not expected the younger to be the conversation starter. Though he always seems to take the initiative.

“Neither do I.” Pedri takes a deep breath. “I want you to be open with me.” Pedri finally states. “Not shut me out, because I’m here to help you. And if you want to handle it yourself, go for it.” Pedri rambles. “Just know that I’m here for you supporting-“

He’s interrupted by lips meeting his, an arm wrapping around his midway to pull him closer. Hands instinctively finding themselves on Gavi’s shoulders. The other pushes forward, a small bite to his lower lip. Pedri groans, hand slowly reaching the strands of hair.

Tugging at the brown strands. Gavi pulls back with a groan, slowly placing kisses on Pedri’s jaw. He sighs, as the other continues down. Onto his neck, nibbling at the skin there. “Gavi.” He says sternly, but voice shaky.

The other hums, choosing to lap over the area of his collarbone. Pedri tugs at his hair. Though the other is relentless. Not stopping. Pedri isn’t sure if the other completely heard what he said, he pulls at the hair. Gavi groaning, coming back to kiss Pedri.

Soft, he didn’t know Gavi took such good care of his hair. Not something he had expected from the other. He runs a hand through the brown strands. Pedri grabbing a handful and breaking their kiss.

Gavi looks at him through hazy eyes. The hand slowly falling down onto his shoulders, Pedri taking a deep breath. Arm pulling him closer. Pedri bracing himself with hands on Gavi’s chest.

“You look good.” There’s a small heat spreading through his cheeks. Gavi moves his arm, two hands on his hips instead. Pedri places a hand over Gavi’s. He breathes out.

A hand hovers above his bottom lip. Pedri looks up at Gavi, the hand still touching his lip. Carefully letting his fingers capture his jaw. The others gaze flicking between his lips and eyes. “Gavi.” He whispers into their shared space. Feeling the warmth breath tingle his lips.

He hums as a response not faltering his hold on Pedri. “I hear you, Pedri.” Gavi leans in to press a kiss on his forehead. Moving to his temple, placing a peck near his ear. “It goes both ways.” Gavi whispers with a smile.

They both smile, Pedri pulling back, Gavi slowly releasing the hold on him. Both falling back against the couch. The movie nearing the end.

Ferran has been texting him. Quite a lot, for updates on the team, himself, everything practically. But recently there’s been a bit too many text about Gavi. Today, he’s not accompanied by Gavi. All alone in his lonely house. Due to the training Gavi must attend and he can’t.

Injuries. What a bother. His phone dings, and he stops the movie. Seeing another text. Ferran, likely. Though it’s not.

Gavi’s name on display and a text that reads. “Can you pick me up?”

Of course he obliges. Who’s he too not. So he sits inside his car, scrolling through the countless of messages Ferran has sent him. New signings, and any upcoming match. He responds to a few on the way.

A certain text catches his eye. Two actually. Pedri rolls down the window to look outside. Currently, the clouds seem fine. Not all too grayish, sky still blue, though the sun is coming down.

And the other one: Gavi has been asking for you. That’s confusing. Ferran doesn’t follow it up with anything, besides a bad phone joke. “I left my phone somewhere, it’s a CELLf-inflicted problem.” Followed by a few laughing emojis. Just what is his obsession with these jokes.

Suddenly a knock on the other side, and Pedri flinches, the hand clinging onto his phone.

Gavi waves from the other side, and Pedri unlocks the car. He gets into the car throwing his bag on the seats behind them. Gavi shrugs and leans forward. A hand stops him though. Pedri staring at him with a hand to his chest pushing him down on the seat. “You stink.” Pedri keeps the window open, putting the seatbelt over himself.

“I don’t stink.” Gavi tries still leaning over, Pedri pulls back letting go of the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, you reek of sweat.” He pushes Gavi back again, putting the seatbelt on him to hopefully keep him in place.

The other falls against the seat with sulking, and Pedri tries to start the car, but instead bursts out laughing. Gavi crossing his arms even more, trying to melt himself with the car seat. “Are you pouting?” He says through a laughs.

Hands are pushing at him again, Pedri somehow managing to lessen the push by falling onto the seat. “I’m not!” His eyes widens, looking at Gavi through almost closed eyes. “Yes, you are?” Pedri points to Gavi’s mouth.

Then a hand grabs both his wrist. “I’m not pouting.” Pedri does recognize the serious tone that Gavi tries to say, but with all the context given. It only help to stifle his laughing. “I’m sorry little baby, let’s get you home?” Pedri jokes trying to release himself from Gavi’s hold.

Gavi glares at him but let’s go, falling back on the passenger seat. “And I’m not a baby.” Pedri raises a brow at the other. Taking in how Gavi is currently sitting and his whole demeanor. Sure, maybe not a little baby. Though certainly still a baby.

“Whatever you say.” Pedri finally starts the car, backing out.

The car ride is silent, besides the music of course. Pedri feeling bad for Gavi so he got aux. His phone has been going off a few times. Not bothering to check it while he’s driving. That would also be very inconvenient.

Gavi hasn’t said a word. Prompting to just staying out the window. Though there’a few times, he feels a stare his direction. Though he’s never been quick enough to catch it.

“The sky is gray.” Gavi mutters. Pedri hums along, glancing up at times. The weather is not ideal. Always one of those, could’ve been better. Sadly it’s not. Pedri comes to a decision and pulls over. Just in time as the first sign of rain hits the window.

He quickly unlocks the car and Gavi grabs his bag as they both rush inside, not forgetting to lock the door. He exhales after the small jog, should be safe and sound. He switches the light on and Gavi maneuvers his way inside. “I’ll take a shower.” Pedri nods.

Making his way further inside and into the kitchen, it’s just now he spots the heavy rain. Window practically soaked. At least he doesn’t have to wash them. He pulls out a few bowls out of the fridge and a pot.

Better prepare some food, now that there’s a guest. Pedri smiles to himself. Not that he considers Gavi a guest. The guy has practically found a place in his home. With all the time he spends here that is.

Light emits when his phone turns on, quickly swiping onto Spotify. Pedri smiles, a fun little benefit with being a Barcelona player. He presses shuffle and hopes the song list will be good. He hums along and finally starts adding stuff to the pot.

Stirring around, Pedri’s thoughts are flooding back to him. Gavi’s in his house. As if that’s normal, friends visit each other all the times. That’s normal, but this consistently? Questions come back as Pedri leaves the pot to simmer for itself. Backing himself up against the counter.

If all considered, Pedri flinches. A loud clack, followed by an even louder rumble. Thunder. Catching him off guard at the wrong moments. He breathes in. Now hearing a few taps along the counter. Pedri instantly turning to the sound. Gavi pops up, joining him.

Also leaning up against the counter, using his arm to keep him standing up. “You’re quick.” And Gavi nods, before hinting at the pot. “It’s not finished, you can sit down.” Gavi obliges, walking around the island to take a seat.

Pedri goes back to work, now that there is an audience watching. The songs are still playing filling in on the silence between the two. However, now the silence isn’t underlined with a big cloud of awkwardness. Rather a feeling of comfort. It’s nice to just stay in the presence of one another.

He’s sure that goes both ways. Probably the reason why Gavi spends so much time here.

“Thank you, for the clothes.” Pedri hums, glancing at Gavi. It’s his own clothes, just cleaned. And it’s nothing too bad, he’s sure the other would do the same for him. Either way, it’s not good to leave dirtied clothes everywhere. Better it be cleaned.

Pedri grabs two plates, preparing their diner. It doesn’t take long, accompanying the dish with some rice. He pushes the plate towards Gavi, the other now standing up to grab two glasses and a drink.

He somehow manages to maneuver himself through, with two glasses in hand. Sharing a look with Pedri who thanks him. His eyes curl up, a smile accompanying. Crescent moons, a smile that could light up the whole world, even in the darkness. Pedri looks around.

It is pretty dark here, clouds close to one another. Rain not seeming to stop anytime soon. There’s only a few lights turned on. Many are not needed. The glances, never go unnoticed.

Pedri grabs the utensils. “Stop staring!” Gavi exclaims, lightly poking at his side. The plate moves, when Pedri tries his best too dodge. With no luck, soon falling victim to Gavi’s attacking fingers. During the tickle attack, he manages to successfully push Gavi away

Finally, the two get to sit down. Enjoying the food. Well cooked, from something Pedri just pulled out of his fridge. To his defense, it was already made just waiting to be cooked. He wipes off something with a piece of paper. Noticing Gavi staring at him, out the corner of his eye.

He turns and Gavi mouth forms into a small smile. “Movie?” Pedri nods.

They pick at random, something horror related. Those types of film are always fun. Scary at most, hopefully this one can bring something new to the table. There’s a few snacks on the table, to pick and choose. Variety, just that they’re catered to Gavi and his taste.

Of course, it would be stupid if it’s not. It’s cozy, pillows and blankets surrounding them. Even though the rain is heavy it adds to the atmosphere. He glances outside It adds to the atmosphere.

Gavi doesn’t seem bothered, still looking forward. Eyes on the movie. It’s clearly captured his attention. Pedri hoping it will have the same affect on him. The younger must have sensed his stare, because he turns and leans forward.

He knocks their head against each other. It doesn’t hurt, probably not meant too. Gavi smiles at him, when he pulls back to watch the movie. Comforting, he exhales. Definitely finally managing to relax.

Practically melting himself against the couch, not long. They’re watching a horror after all. The first jump scare happens. Pedri doesn’t get scared, he says to himself.

He does however react to the sound that usually helps enhancing the jump scare. A few popcorn ending places they shouldn’t. Gavi looks down, before slowly looking up. A mischievous smile, following. Pedri’s first instinct is to push him. So he does.

Gavi eats the popcorn and the matter is left. Now back to watching the movie, Pedri having missed a few things, clearly. “She killed the cat? He whisper yells, Gavi shushing him yet still responding. “No, dumbass. The demon thing did!” Gavi gives him a small push.

The woman backs off. Oh it’s clear she’s gonna fall. The lead does, falls with a screen as everything goes black.

No literally. Everything goes black.

Gavi and Pedri immediately look at each other, a hand on one another. Comforting, it’s not completely dark. Windows providing very little natural lighting. Still, enough so Pedri can search.

His arm stressing everywhere to find the metal block. There, his phone of course. The screen lights up, blinding him. Pedri rubs his eyes and opens up messages. Ah, he had expected it. With the weather it was bound to happen.

A text message to confirm. “Power is off at xxxx street, till further notice.” Gavi reads aloud, muttering the last few words. Just a string of apologies. Pedri sighs turning on the flashlight on his phone. Better use it for something good before everything goes black.

Trying to work fast he pulls Gavi up with him. “I have a few candles lying around.” Not bothering to explain any longer, Gavi seems to have gotten the memo. Pedri quickly rummages through a drawer. Pulling out a candle stand. Two lighters and more candles.

They spend the next few minutes, trying to navigate the barely lit room. And of course trying not knock anything over. The two manage.

It’s not a difficult task, for Pedri. To specify. Gavi has been yelling, sorry’s through the room after every single sound. Pedri trying his best to stifle a few laughters.

He of course finishes quicker, would be odd if he didn’t. So he plops himself on the couch, using the remaining of his battery to figure the estimate time the power would come back.

Oh, dear weather today is not the day to be acting up. The power is definitely not coming back anytime soon. Pedri sighs, that’s annoying. He doesn’t know if he has enough candles for the night. A hand falls on his knee, he shivers. “Pedri?” Gavi lets out, Pedri relaxing.

The couch to his side dips, Pedri blinding the younger by showing him his phone screen. The hand shoves his phone away falling back on his thigh. Pedri chooses to shut his phone off.

Exhaling, the rain adds noise. Much more noticeable than before. Pedri begins contemplating, the lights being off is already annoying, the fridge as well. Oh, he just hopes the power comes back. Sooner rather than later. Gavi’s thumb has started moving, simply going back and forth. Brushing against his inner thigh.

Pedri tenses, and somehow that makes Gavi more bolder. Now moving his whole hand. It’s relaxing, in a way. But then again not. Dread filling him soon enough. Actions like these are questionable. Something Pedri can’t pinpoint. He turns to look at Gavi.

Him looking down, at his hand. Having a new found interest it seems. Pedri breathes out, lightly placing a hand over Gavi’s. Instead he turns his hand interlocking their fingers. Pulling him forward.

Eyes still solely focused on their hands. His breath halts. Gavi pulling him closer. They clash foreheads. Eyes closed. The elder can feel the others breath. Tingly, and continuous. Gavi guides his hand to his shoulder, leaving it. Fingers creep up his neck, tracing his Adams apple.

Slowly, outlining his jaw. Before grabbing a ahold of it. Gavi adjusts it, tilting his head up so their noses are touching. “Pedri.” It comes out breathless, like something is affecting him. There’s barely a responds, Pedri simply trying his best to focus on breathing.

He takes a deep exhale, trying not to focus on the wandering hand. The hand going to his side. Pedri wouldn’t dare open his eyes. For good reason, probably flinch away when spotting how close Gavi is.

Soft, Pedri can practically feel Gavi’s lips over his. Nose hitting one another, before Gavi captures his lips in a soft kiss. Lingering for a second too long, letting Pedri catch his breath.

Though not for long. Lips roughly pushing up against his, getting caught in the middle. Pedri gasp at the sudden aggression, Gavi quickly begins to nip at his bottom lip. The hand around his jaw crawling over his skin, finding place on his nape. Pulling Pedri impossibly close.

It’s rough, nose clashing against each other. Messy even as Pedri tries to move his hands up to Gavi’s hair. Once finding purchase gripping those brown fluffy strands of hair. The younger responding with a groan.

Teeth clicking when they meet, Pedri shivers, the arm around him tightens to pull him in. Pedri isn’t exactly sure what happened, just that he was being moved. Now in Gavi’s lap, however too distracted with the mouth ravaging his.

He shouldn’t, something uncomfortable is building in Pedri. He’s not sure what. Gavi continues his little exploration. Tongue somehow coming into the mix. They’ve done this before, it’s practically muscle memory to Pedri. The way his mouth melts against Gavi’s- Lips against one another. A familiar feeling that he can’t get rid of. Always pressing to find more.

Searching for more. It comes instinctively. As if it’s something they do on a daily basis. Hands always managing to be the right places. They’ve done it before, everything ends up the same. Pedri grabs the brown strands. Using a bit of force to pull Gavi off him.

The other obliges, letting himself get pulled along. Though not keeping a very good distance. Head down, already trying to close in on Pedri again. The hand on his nape trailing down, til the hands fix themself on his hips.

Gavi looks up, eyes meeting his. “Fuck.” A strangled whisper escapes Gavi. “You’re gorgeous.” The hands tighten. “Gavi.” He warns voice extremely hoarse. The other hums, trying to find purchase on his neck. Pedri pulls him back once more.

Trying to look serious, and Gavi stops to stare. He lets a hand through the strands, letting it hover over the other’s face. Settling them on Gavi’s bottom lip. He taps his lips, carefully to put pressure on them. Though the other doesn’t move, simply allowing Pedri to do what he wants.

Pedri sighs, the hand on his hip rubbing small circles. Quite comforting, and it helps relaxing his mind. Finally letting thoughts flow through his mind. Gavi is still staring at him, tilting his head to catch Pedri’s wandering eyes.

His thoughts are still running wild, trying his best to piece them together. While avoiding Gavi’s gaze. Not sure if he could muster up the confidence to speak. With those eyes on him. Dear lord, he isn’t sure. The circles continue, a small reminder of the situation they’re in.

The other has been good. In a sense that he’s stopped. Tending to his needs. Would he be like that? Pedri questions, closing his eyes and breathing out. “Gavi?” He whispers, opening his eyes. The younger’s eyes are already on his. A small nod as a response.

“What are we?” He whispers between their shared space. Breathless, as his head dips down to hide the small embarrassment that’s creeped up on him. Becomes worse when he realizes the circles have halted, not picked up again. Stalling and stopping.

Inhale and exhale, he repeats in his mind, waiting for the other to respond. There’s a moment of silence. Not a worth exchanged nor a breath heard.

Panic, wants to spread through his body, like a plague wanting to kill everything in its way. He lifts his head to observe the other. Scared for whatever awaits him. Even worse when he sees Gavi death staring something over his shoulder.

A bit alarmed, he tries to pull away. Yet the hands stop him. Tightening the hold by fully wrapping his arms around Pedri. Securing him in place. Bringing him so close that their fronts are touching. Gavi leans against his chest, just above his heart beat.

There’s a big inhale by Gavi, as he gazes up into Pedri. “The two of us?” He nods and there’s a small hum. An arm releasing itself, trailing over his skin to meet his nape once more. Pulling him down. Face close once more. Then a small soft kiss that last just a tiny bit too long. “We’re Pedri and Gavi. Together.” A smile finds it way onto his lips.

“As one.” Gavi says, pushing up to kiss Pedri once more. Not the last time. Never will be. It’s in their mind, the body’s instinct. Everything works. Pedri shivers, once he feel Gavi nibbling at his lip. He slightly pushes forward. Gasping when Gavi bites his lip.

Pulling back quickly with a groan. Hands falling down to still his hips. They’re both panting at this point. And both are starting to feel irritation. “Can I finally make it up to you?” Gavi asks, adjusting his position to push up. His breath hitching- it’s starting to affect him, the warmth in his abdomen becoming more noticeable. Gavi must be feeling the same. “You already have.” He responds

They’re up on two feet soon enough, Pedri dragging the two towards the bedroom. Letting the door close with a loud smack. Never registering in their minds when clothes are being pulled off. Hands caressing whatever new skin starting to appear.

Gavi being the quicker of the two. His hands falling to their usual place. Head dropped down to press his mouth against his chest. Slowly pushing him into the bed.

He sits down on the edge, Gavi bending over to share a kiss, before dropping down on his knees. He smiles up at him. Pedri placing a hand over his mouth to cover the smile creeping onto his face. His pants are still off. Not having enough time to get them off. A certain someone, currently on his knees, being at fault.

Though he’s smiling so innocently. The hands slowly rub over his clothed thighs. Taking their sweet time, a few squeezes along the way. They do reach the destination. His waistband, Gavi signaling for him to go up. Pedri leaning against his hands as leverage. His sweatpants coming off easily.

They get thrown somewhere, not sure if it hit anything. Though that’s not important when he feels the same hands back on him. Now splayed on naked legs. Gavi kissing along his inner thigh. Nearing the hem of his shorts. Placing a kiss just above the line.

Pedri trembles, trying to focus on the sensations, Gavi having some sort of godly intuition. Every time he looks down he always finds Gavi already staring at him. He shakily exhales, looking down to see Gavi mouthing at his clothed dick.

There’s a tap against his hip. The older tries his best to lift himself up. Gavi pulling his underwear off. With one swift movement. The air hitting his now naked body, he shivers lightly. Gavi blowing warm air over his tip. Grasping the base, moving his hand slowly up and down.

Making sure to always look up, trying to find the slightest change in Pedri’s face. “Look at me.” Gavi presses lightly to grab his attention. A small moan escapes him as he angles his head. “Keep your eyes on me.” No further explanation as his cock is surrounded by wet warmness.

A tongue as a base. Letting Pedri breathes out, when Gavi looks up. Smiling, taking more of his dick with him. Disappearing in the warm mouth. He squirms lightly. His breathing becoming shaky.

There’s a hand that comes to his hip. Stilling any further movement Pedri could make. He whines lightly trying not to push up. Making it even harder when Gavi squeezes his hip. Won’t be surprising if he finds a mark later. The younger beginning to bop his head up and down.

Slow and torturous movements. Making Pedri groan at the feeling. Still focusing on the eyes staring up at him. Never breaking the contact. A squeeze to his hip, every time eyes wander the slightest bit off.

Gavi pulls back, hand coming along, his mouth focusing on his tip. Sucking and switching between licks, down the base. “Gavi..” He moans. Body heating up, everything stirring. The other continuing, now going back to swallowing a whole. Looking up at him with nodding eyes.

He whines, when Gavi doesn’t pull back. Only going as far to give Pedri the slightest bit of leverage. Small thrust in Gavi’s mouth. Continuing the movement with the others eyes on him. At all time.

A few noises, escaping from Pedri every time he moves. It doesn’t take long, already feeling the knot in his abdomen tighten up. Movement becoming more sloppy, so Gavi assists him. Always crying, when it doesn’t feel as pleasurable. But again, Pedri’s heating up, fast and chasing release.

Suddenly Gavi pulls off, he whines one hand coming up to cover his mouth. There’s hands which caress his thighs. The other shushes him. “Breathe.” Gavi whispers, kissing his thighs. Avoiding his disk, completely. He’s doing this on purpose. Pedri inhales deeply before finally speaking, or trying at least.

Pedri fixes his position, trying his best to sit up without too many shaky movement. Hands coming over to run through Gavi’s hair. Pulling him up. The other comes along, crescent eyes and an innocent smile on his face. He raises a brow at him, letting his hand fall to hold Gavi’s head. “You did that on purpose.” The other just tilts his head, a playful smile filling in as he leans closer. Gavi places his hands on the bed behind him. Softly pressing his lips against his.

He sighs, Gavi slowly pushing forward. So Pedri is laying on his back. Gavi still kissing him, he pulls off with a smile. “Sorry.” He whispers, making sure to place a kiss near his ear. Pedri jokingly pushes Gavi’s head away. The other opting for trailing kisses down his chest. Flicking a tongue over his nipple. Capturing the small bud in-between his teeth.

Hand gripping the strands when he continues, placing kisses just above his naval. Pedri lifts himself up on two elbows. Watching Gavi pat around his pants, throwing a small bottle onto Pedri. Lube, he watches as the other removes the remainder of his clothes. Revealing, those thighs so comfortable. The muscle on his arm, contorting with each movement he does.

“Enjoying yourself?” Gavi asks, catching the other of guard. Everything is off now. Gavi is holding his pants folding them together, placing them on the ground. “Gonna fuck me now?” Pedri asks, smiling when Gavi starts leaning forward. They share a kiss, and the weight on his stomach disappears. Bottle clicking open.

Another smile on Gavi’s lips. Standing up fully to make it easier for him to get the lube out. “You’ve been good, I think you deserve it.” A tease, Pedri blushes. Letting his legs spread out to allow Gavi more space.

There’s a finger that circles his rim, Gavi leans forward. Pushing him back onto the bed. Tongue instantly meeting his, as a finger pushes in. He moans breaking the kiss. Never expecting it to come so far. All those arguments, finally leading up to this. A trade he still isn’t sure he likes- Pedri barely notices when Gavi pushes another finger in.

Now making scissoring movement. Stretching out his walls. Gavi biting his neck, more marks. Kissing the newly made marks. “You’re doing so well.” He praises, a shiver running through Pedri. He can practically feel Gavi smile on his skin. A third finger wiggles in a Gavi captures his mouth once more.

Switching to thrusting his fingers in and out. Leaving Pedri to gasp once the fingers hit one particular spot. The feeling never repeating. Why because this guy- He’s doing this on purpose now. Pedri starts moving back. Trying to meet Gavi’s fingers. The fingers still, a hands gripping his side. Stopping all possible movement. Even when Pedri tries to move, Gavi slightly pulls his fingers out.

“Can you stay still for me?” He nods, yes please, he want to talk. However not trusting his voice. Gavi pulls his fingers out. Leaving him bare and open. He whines at the lost. The other lubing up his cock. “Good boy.” Pedri whimpers, he didn’t mean too. Can’t hold back the noises, when the other is acting like this. Gavi presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Breathing out, as hands comes to his hips.

The tip just outside his rim. A bite to his chest as Gavi pushes in. Quick but careful, studying Pedri’s face for the slightest bit of discomfort. Stopping halfway when he sees Pedri’s face contorting. Giving the small the elder time to breathe. He leans’s forward to kiss him on the lips. Finally pushing his whole dick in. Gavi rests his head on his chest.

Both of them savoring the feeling. Pedri breathes out, feeling down his body. Trying to balance on one elbow, making Gavi hover just above him. Pedri captures his hand, gliding it down his stomach before pressing down. Pedri whimpers, but Gavi realizes. Eyes slightly widening. Pressing even further. Watching the other whimper again. A hand grasping his hair.

A warning, though Pedri looks so disheveled, on instinct he leans forward pressing his lips on his. “Gorgeous.” He whispers. Never had they expected to be in this situation. The sensation is too much. Feeling oh so complete. Just as Gavi said, as one. They’re finally together, melting against each other. Pedri sighs. “You can move.” Someway, somehow manages to say, coherent enough for Gavi to hear and interpret it.

Experimentally, moving his hips. Pedri nodding for Gavi to continue. Which he does. Starting off slow. Easily finding a good rhythm. Another kiss, someone knows how to multitask. Still managing to keep the steady tempo.

He pulls off, stilling his movement. As Gavi takes a deep breath. Easily lifting one of Pedri’s leg, practically folding it over his stomach. “You’re taking me in so so well.” Gavi murmurs, leaving a kiss near his ankle. Pedri pants and nods, whether in agreement or approval. Gavi moves. Hands grabbing his hips.

Somehow managing to speed up. Pedri hears Gavi mutter something, he doesn’t catch it. Mind rather distracted, pleasure the only thing in his mind. The elder moaning as the other continues his harsh thrust. Still muttering a few things. Pleasure clearly clouding Gavi’s mind as well. There’s hand on his cock, going up and down. A thumb going right over his slit, rubbing the pre cum on his stomach.

The other leans forward, straining Pedri’s leg a little, yet the pain barely noticeable. Satisfaction overwriting everything. “Gonna come for me, yeah?” And he does, coming with an inaudible moan.

Pedri pants, the younger leaving wet open kisses on his neck. Letting the other calm down, caressing his sides in soothing movement. He squirms the hands becoming a little ticklish. A sharp intake of his breath when he feel Gavi’s, still hard dick, inside of him. Gavi raises up, his unstable breath meeting his ear. “Think you can take more, yeah?” Not sure why he nods, but Gavi whispering a small. “Good boy.” Is probably the reason why.

“Tell me to stop.” He nods again, completely trusting the other, who picks up pace again. Trust, yes exactly the two aren’t just having sex. They’re making love. Pouring out every single feeling out there. The thoughts which cannot be expressed in words. Actions will do. Pedri whimpers, the oversensitivity finally catching up to him. There’s still hands on his sides. Soothing him through it all.

He can’t help but smile, noticing the others thrust becoming more sloppy by the second. Though the other slows down. Coming over to whisper something again. “You’re already hard, again.” Gavi points out. Snapping his hip, as Gavi releases into him. That being what helps Pedri get over the edge. And somehow managing to come, for the second time tonight.

Gavi pulls out, plopping himself right besides Pedri pulling him closer to his chest. He whimpers from the oversensitivity. “You have good recovery.” There’s hand punching at his chest. Laughs being shared, kisses too.

It’s cozy and warm, Pedri tries his best to pull the covers over the two. However Gavi stops him. “Wow, I know you’re tired but we have to wash up.” The other sits up grabbing the covers before Pedri manages to meld into them. He tries to lift himself up on an elbow. However, arms still too jiggly. Pedri instead leaning against his arm. “And how do you want to do that?”

A small ah’ noise comes from Gavi who now seems to be thinking. He dresses himself into his boxers, running out. Pedri would question him, but tiredness takes over him. Falling asleep with a smile on his lips.

The memories from previous night, still present in his mind. Half replaying, while the other wants to roll up. Problem, he can’t move. He’s placed in a quite comfy situation. Blankets covering him, and there’s clothes on his body. The sheets are new as well. What was the other doing yesterday.

He’s not in bed, but rather laying on the couch now. Stirring in and out of sleep. It’s the noises coming from the kitchen, keeping him towards waking up. A few steps draw closer, and a clack sound makes him open his eyes.

A plate of freshly made waffles, with add ons and everything ready and made. Besides it stands the proud chef. Smiling down at him. “Hello.” Greeting him with a beaming smile. He sits down besides him. The couch dipping.

“I take it you slept well?” Gavi asks, nodding when the other leans back. The sun is now shining, and power is back on. Pedri looks around the couch. Trying to feel wherever he threw his phone yesterday before they indulged in- Pedri reddens at the memory. Looking down on his body.

Marks still there from yesterdays activity. He takes a deep breath, looking over at Gavi, who’s clearly been watching what he’s been doing. However wearing that innocent smile. The one he usually wears when he quote: didn’t do it. Gavi scoots closer, still smiling.

Pedri looks at him through the corner of his eyes. Noticing the smiles underlying meaning. “I changed the sheets, to the best of my abilities and my waffles. Special recipe of mine.” He says proudly, slowly coming closer to Pedri. Right till he’s up against his ear. “Aren’t you proud?” He whispers, voice reminding him of yesterday. He shivers.

The other smiling before pressing a kiss to one of the more visible marks. Nuzzling against his neck. “Yes, I’m very proud of you.” He knocks his head against Gavi.

Smiles are shared, between the two. However interrupted by the door opening, multiple people coming through the door. What- Ferran leads the group. In follows, many of their dear Barcelona teammates. “Ferran?” Pedri asks who comes up to stand right in front of the two. “Ah, no wonder Gavi was unreachable.” Jazz like hands to show Gavi off.

He spots a few faces like Blade, Raphinha, Robert- “What are you doing here?” He questions, pulling the blanket up. “Last day before internationals!” Ferran exclaims two fingers up. The couch besides him dip, Fermin sitting down. Pointing to the untouched plate. “Can I eat those.”

Pedri hesitantly nods, the other starting to eat. What time is it? He questions to himself, going back to search for his phone. Someone hands it, never catching a full glance at- is that Joao Felix? Strangers and people he barely know are roaming his house at, 16:23? He turns to look at Gavi who simply just shrugs. Accepting a glass of something.

Did he sleep for so long? He barely remembers, perhaps he already woke up and simply moved to the couch. He leans back observing everybody, new faces. Some he has yet to play with. Others familiar, bringing warmth to his chest.

Somewhere along the way Ferran squeezes himself in-between Fermin and him. “So I was thinking, we crash at yours?” Even though it comes out as a question. It’s clear the intentions were never to be questioned. Pedri sighs simply nodding along now. Ferran smiles widely. Quickly finding a new person to bother.

He shakes his head, leaning against the couch. Gavi following him. They knock heads against each other before turning. Even in the midst of a mess. Their eyes always find each other. Pedri is making a sorrowful smile, which he dismisses. It’s fine he loves these idiots.

Eyes going up into crescents. Everything is fine now. Problems solved, most of them, but that’s the beauty of navigating something as two.

And after all the struggles, Pedri and Gavi are finally together as one.

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Hope you enjoy reading it, been a fun ride. <3

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