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Jude is a responsible lad.
He's always there wherever or whenever he's needed, and whoever is calling him now probably needs him too.
He can't see who it is. The phone is out of his reach, Jude has left it in another room. But no amount of words will be enough to describe just how little he cares now to go and check.
Whoever it is, they'll wait.
Jude moves slowly, watching himself slipping out of Gavi’s body only to slip back in again, and again, and again.
Sex in the morning should be considered as one of the seven wonders of the world, or else how to explain the sensations Jude feels from fucking Gavi under the sunlight when he can see everything: the moles scattered all over his body, asking to be kissed one by one; his pale skin immediately getting rosy red when Jude's hands grip his flesh tighter as he gets closer; the love bites Jude has left on him the night before; and Jude's personal favorite — the shiver that takes over his lover's body and the way Gavi arches his back after an especially deep thrust.
Everything about him is fucking gorgeous.
"You’re so beautiful like this." Jude can't take his eyes off their linked bodies.
"Please." Gavi tries to push back, fuck himself onto the dick that keeps teasing.
Jude thinks it’s the most erotic thing he has ever seen.
His phone rings again. Someone keeps calling him; someone desperately needs to talk to him, but they can't be more desperate than his boy, can they?
They'll wait.
"Yes, baby," Jude says, stilling himself as he watches Gavi push back and take control.
Gavi's moans are getting louder as he keeps trying to take in as much of Jude as he can, and as fast and deep as he can.
"Just like that, baby, take what's yours," Jude urges.
"Jude… Please…" Gavi whines impatiently and tries to move faster as his body desperately seeks that blinding sensation. Jude can hear an undertone of annoyance in his voice.
"What is it? Maybe I should just stop and answer the call," Jude warns the spoiled boy, spanking his already hand-printed cheeks.
"If you stop—" Gavi tries to control his breath, "—I'll fucking kill you," but then he gives up, "please, Jude... I need..." Jude has never heard a threat more seductive before in his life.
He knows what Gavi needs, from the way Gavi's hips are faltering and the knuckles of his fingers are turning white. He leans forward. "I know," he says before reaching around and placing his hands over Gavi's, entwining their fingers, and starts thrusting, deep and fast, just like the other wanted.
"Jude..." Gavi yelps.
"I know," Jude whispers in his ear, aiming his thrusts where he knows Gavi needs them.
"Fuck."
Jude loves it when Gavi curses when they fuck, he sounds illegally hot. So he does it again, only harder and deeper.
The shortness of breath and the way Gavi's hand grabs the outside of Jude's thigh are the signs Jude knows too well. He's close.
"I think I can make you come just like this, without touching yourself," Jude says, his hips snapping faster. Gavi's curses turn into whiny noises.
Jude leans in and sucks Gavi's neck, breathing in his scent, reveling in the way Gavi trembles under his wet touch. "You’re so good for me, baby, fucking gorgeous."
Gavi cries as Jude hits that sweet spot deep inside him over and over again. "Jude..."
"I know, baby. I know," he pets Gavi's sides, his hips keep thrusting, never changing the angle.
With a long moan, Gavi's body arches against Jude's one last time before staining the sheets with his cum.
Jude groans at the sight, his hips moving relentlessly. "Oh, fuck. Shit." He barely manages to pull out, cumming on Gavi's still trembling body and painting the rosy, round cheeks white. The colour really suits him.
As their breathing calms down, Gavi breaks the silence, "Jude..."
"Hmm?" Jude hums against his nape, eyes still closed in ecstasy.
"Your phone."
"What about my phone?," he murmurs, rubbing his nose against the warm skin.
"Someone's been calling you non-stop. Don't you hear it?" Gavi says, giggling.
"Oh shit! What if it's important!" Jude jumps out of bed while Gavi's laughter intensifies. He comes back seconds later, visibly relieved. "It's just Vini."
"Answer already. Maybe it IS important."
Jude nods and finally picks up the phone. "Hey, mate, sorry for picking up late—" voice stumbles at the sight of Gavi sticking out his butt to wipe the thick substance off his cheeks, his dick finds the scene very interesting to say the least. "I was a bit busy and... to be honest, I'm not done yet," Jude says, biting his lip while his eyes devour Gavi.
"Aight, good for you, man," Vini chuckles, immediately getting what he meant, "but you have to come up with a better excuse," he laughs, clearly too amused for a person whose calls have been ignored three times in a row. Jude frowns because the Brazilian's words don't make any sense until—
"So you're busy when I call you—" Jude's eyes widen, threatening to fall out as the voice on the other side of the phone changes drastically, "—but all of a sudden you have time for Vini. Not a good look, young man."
"Sir, I—" Jude nervously rubs his nape, seeing the clear image of Ancelotti's arched eyebrow in front of him, and apparently he's looking scared because Gavi now looks at him worried. "I didn't know it was you, I swear. The phone was in another room and I—"
"Anyways, I was calling to discuss some tactical decisions regarding your position. Call me when you're done."
"Sure!"
"As a punishment, the day you're back you'll be the last one to leave the training, got it?"
Jude fails to hold back a sad sigh. Everyone knows that the first day of training — of anything, in general — is the hardest as the players have to get used to the heavy regime all over again. Now Ancelotti's going to double it for him.
"Ok, got it," he responds reluctantly, not really having another option.
"And Jude..." the old man says before Jude can hang up, "I hope it was worth it." Jude swears he hears a chuckle right before Ancelotti hangs up on him.
"What happened?" Gavi's voice brings him back to his room. He looks at the boy who's sitting in the middle of his bed, still completely naked, looking at him with those pretty, doe eyes.
Beautiful.
"My coach scolded me..." he says, stretching every word, a playful grin finds its way to his lips. "Because of you."
"Me?"
"Yeah," he slowly walks closer, "because you kept distracting me." He puts one knee on the edge of the bed, leaning over Gavi. "Now you have to compensate," he whispers to Gavi's lips.
"What do I have to do?"
The answer is loud and clear when Jude erases the unnecessary distance between their lips.
Was it worth it?
Oh, absolutely.