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The last thing Sebas remembered was his head hitting the ground.
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Roque was sleeping in Sebas’s room. Charlie hadn’t come back from his recovery yet, so it made sense that they took Sebas’s room as theirs. This way, they didn’t disturb Cristian either, even though, some nights Roque and Sebas slept separately, knowing that Cristian needed some company too.
They had a good time before going to bed. The privacy of an entire room only for them was something else. They had had amazing sex, and cuddles before falling asleep.
Roque used to be the first one in falling asleep, Sebas enjoyed feeling his breathes slowing down, the peace on his face, intensity leaving his gaze and his jaw getting to relax.
Even though none of them rested that night.
Roque could say Sebas wasn’t feeling good tonight. He was the kind of person that moved a lot – really, a lot – while sleeping, but tonight... it was too much.
He noticed Sebas wasn’t okay when they woke up. Sebas was laying on Roque’s chest, his arm embracing him, and he was hot. His cheeks were flushed; it was pretty obvious he had a fever.
“You are hot,” Roque said. “I’m okay” muttered Sebas, breaking the embrace and standing up quickly, regretting his decision almost instantly, black spots appearing on his vision, he felt dizzy. Roque looked at him, frowning; “Are you really going to train?”, Sebas gave him a skeptical look, as if he didn’t understand Roque’s worry. “I’m okay, I’m going to take a shower and yes, of course, I am going to train. The World Cup is only a month away, I want to be a starter, so... I need to train more”. “Sebas, you are not okay, you are” “Don’t” interrupted Sebas, not letting him reply, and heading to the shower.
Of course, Sebas knew he wasn’t okay. He had been awake all night with shivers, then sweating... His dreams had been full of repetitive nightmares, his fears coming repeatedly to his mind while sleeping, making it hard to know if he was awake or not. His whole body hurt, and he was restless. But innocently, he thought that with a shower, breakfast and maybe a painkiller he would be okay. Plus, fresh air was going to help him, absolutely.
He didn’t mean to be mean to Roque, but he was tired and all he wanted was some fresh air. He felt like his skin was burning. He knew he needed to go training; he had been working so hard to be a starter. A stupid flu couldn’t stop him now.
He stepped out of the bathroom and took Roque by the hand, his eyes softening, “Hey... Come with me?” He said, as an apology. Roque smiled and followed him to the shower.
Surprisingly, they just showered, because Sebas, even though he wouldn’t admit it, wasn’t feeling good. He was dizzy, his head hurt, his skin burnt... Roque helped him scrubbing his back and they shared some kisses, but nothing more.
Before going to get breakfast, Sebas stopped at the infirmary to grab a painkiller. His head felt heavy, and he was sure his temperature was rising again. “Cold air will help” he thought, trying to self-convince himself. Roque went with him but remained silent, knowing Sebas wasn’t in good condition for training today, but he also knew how stubborn he could be... so he decided not to push the subject further. He hoped that if he was still feeling bad when training began, he would talk to Javier and take the day off.
Fortunately, Pepa was on his side. “You shouldn’t push yourself if you are feeling bad... You are feverish and should rest. I can talk to Javier if...” she said, but Sebas wasn’t listening and interrupted her “I’m fine Pepa, it’s just a headache”. Roque took a deep breath, he wouldn't make Sebas change his mind, it’ll be a long day.
Roque noticed that Sebas barely ate anything, so he grabbed an extra apple just in case Sebas wanted it mid-morning.
Sebas noticed Roque grabbed extra food, hiding it in his bag. He had barely eaten anything; he wasn’t hungry at all. The only thing he wanted right now was to lay on his bed and sleep. But he couldn’t allow it, not now. He knew he was being hard with himself, but the little voice in his head reminded him of something his father used to say to him when he was being lazy or unmotivated; “Quien algo quiere, algo le cuesta” (If you want something, you must pay for it), god, he could even listen his father voice and tone saying that, hard, almost angry, and that look in his eyes... He just pushed those thoughts away, that kind of memories were not helping right now.
When he finished playing with the food on his plate and Roque finished his breakfast, they headed to the field.
Even though Roque wasn’t still clear to play, he could do some exercises with the team, as far as they don’t involve contact.
Everything was going well, until it wasn’t.
Roque could sense from the side of the field that something wasn’t good with Sebas. He was moving, slower, and a little uncoordinated; his hands reaching his head, his eyes closed, maybe in an attempt to focus.
Sebas started to feel dizzier; his head was spinning. He could barely listen to what his teammates or Javier were saying, everything felt distant for a moment, he started to blink, trying to make those black points he was seeing disappear.
And then; darkness.
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Sebas felt a hand on his chest even before he could open his eyes. Distant voices and a distant whistle in his ears. When he opened his eyes, all he managed to see were black shadows hovering in front of him.
“Tito, are you okay? Don’t, don’t move” it was Javier, pushing his back to the grass when he tried to sit up. Sebas didn't resist, blinking, finally able to distinguish the other ones; of course, Roque was there with a concern look all over his face.
He managed to sit up; someone gave him a bottle of water; he grabbed it but didn’t drink. His body felt heavy, his movements clumsy.
Roque grabbed him by the arm, helping him to his feet. “Are you sure your head is okay?” He asked softly. “Yes” Sebas met his gaze shyly. Roque had been right this morning. He should have taken the day out and rested. He felt stupid, and over that, he owed Roque an apology.
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They went to the infirmary, where Pepa was already waiting for him, shaking his head. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea” “I know, I know...” Sebas admitted. He wasn’t in the mood for lectures; all he wanted right now was something for the headache and the fever and a bed to sleep, or at least, close his eyes.
Pepa checked him, his temperature and his heart rate were high, his blood pressure low, he hadn’t eaten anything at breakfast, and adding the intensity of training, he had passed out. The doctor discarded neurological damage, and he was clear with some painkillers and rest.
Roque accompanied him to “their” room, in silence.
“You were right, I'm stubborn sometimes... I’m... I’m sorry Roque” said Sebas, his voice almost a whisper, and his eyes avoiding Roque’s. “Hey...” Roque lifted Sebas’s face by the chin, carefully, and kissed him on his burning lips; “Just go to sleep, I’ll be here”, Sebas breathed through his nose but obeyed, taking off his clothes and climbing on the bed. Roque joined him, with his back resting on the headboard, letting Sebas grip his arms around his legs, resting his head on him.
He could tell Sebas was fighting to not fall asleep. Carefully, he started rubbing his back, painting imaginative circles, making him relax and rest.
Roque spent the time working on some things he had been delaying. His phone buzzed.
“Is Sebas okay? I heard he fainted at training, and he’s not answering my messages” it was Zoe. Sebas and Zoe had become real friends since that night when they went out of the cabin to hook-up but ended in a “confession” night. Roque was glad Sebas had Zoe, she was good to him, always listening and never judging.
“He’s fine, sleeping now”.
“Okay, I’ll talk to him later. Take good care of him ;)”.
Roque slipped out of the bed silently, leaving Sebas soundly asleep. He stepped out of the room trying to be silent to not disturb him.
Back in his room, he looked for his Mate container. Sebas could use a warm drink; besides, Mate had a lot of properties. He really didn’t know if he would like it, but after today's incident he’d better listen to Roque.
Once he had everything he needed, he went back to Sebas’s room.
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Sebas opened his eyes and found himself in Roque’s room, which was weird, because he remembered falling asleep in his own room. Roque was there, as beautiful as always, with that cocky smile on his face, staring directly at his lips.
He didn’t say anything before jumping in bed and crashing his mouth against Sebas’s with a desperate kiss, his tongue opening its way into Sebas’s mouth.
Sebas let Roque push him against the pillows, “Hey, is everything okay?” He managed to say, breaking the kiss briefly. But Roque didn’t answer. His pupils were dilated with excitement, his hands roaming through Sebas’s body. He could feel Roque everywhere. Roque took Sebas’s crotch in his big hand; his erections tensed against the fabric of his pants. Sebas let out a soft moan, encouraging Roque to increase the friction.
Roque separated Sebas’s legs and positioned himself, rubbing his erection against Sebas’s.
“Roque, please...” whispered Sebas, reaching for Roque’s lips.
Roque didn’t tease him anymore, helping him to get rid of his clothes, maneuvering to undress himself too. “God, you are beautiful” said Sebas through a smile, locking eyes with Roque’s.
Roque reached for the lube and a condom from the shelf above the bed. He didn’t hesitate to apply a huge quantity of it on his fingers before slipping one inside of Sebas’s, making him shudder. Roque waited until Sebas’s breath recovered before introducing a second finger, twisting them inside. The movement took out of Sebas a soft moan. Roque was watching him, working him open carefully, adding a third finger.
“More” begged Sebas. Roque pulled out, making Sebas sigh at the loss. He was fast in rolling down the condom through his length, poking with his rigid cock at Sebas’s entrance, pushing inside, feeling Sebas’s body adjust to the intrusion.
Sebas’s fingers were squeezing Roque’s hips, holding his breath. Roque tried to shush him, tracing a path of kisses from his neck to his pecs. Sebas nodded in response, giving Roque permission to start moving.
Roque started slowly, but Sebas wanted more, squeezing Roque’s ass, cheering him up to speed the pace.
Roque took one of Sebas’s legs and put it over his shoulder, changing the angle and being able to push even deeper. Sebas’s eyes rolled back with pleasure. The change in the angle making Roque hit that spot inside that made him see stars.
Sebas reached down to stroke his own erection, already leaking with precum, copying the rhythm of Roque’s thrusts.
He was close, and he could tell Roque was too because of his erratic and faster movements.
He came on his abdomen with a cry that must have been heard from the rooms next door. Roque came in just two or three more thrusts, deepening even more inside of Sebas’s body, and collapsing on top of him.
Then, the door opened slightly, Sebas saw the bright light coming from the hall.
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Sebas opened his eyes, his body almost jumping from the bed.
He was in his room; the door was open because Roque was entering.
He touched his head, his clothes, just to make sure he still had them on, blinking and recognizing his belongings in the room. It must have been a dream.
He was all sweaty, maybe because of the dream or the fever going down. Or both.
"You okay?” asked Roque, he should have seen the confusion in Sebas’s face.
“I... Um... yeah, better” mumbled Sebas. “Sebas you scared me...” he kissed him softly in his front, and gave him something “It’s mate, it’ll help you feel better”. Sebas wasn’t really into infusions or teas but seeing that light in Roque’s face made him soften.
He had been such an asshole this morning and had ended fainting in the field. He should try to listen more to the people who cared about him. So instead of rejecting Roque’s help, he grabbed the glass and took a sip. He masked his face of dislike and smiled at Roque, who climbed in bed, embracing him with his big arms, and letting Sebas rest against his chest. “Drink that, then you will eat something. Get some rest. Tomorrow you’ll feel better”. “Whatever you say, captain” answered, kissing Roque’s shoulder before adding an almost inaudible “Thank you”. Roque just smiled and closed his eyes, resting his chin on Sebas’s temple.