- "We scored, we won, so I'm very happy..yeah."
- "But I guess you won't stop scoring?"
- "Uhhh-"
As Haaland looks around and tries cooking up an answer, Jude sprints over and places a gentle peck by his neck. But he sprints right away, Haaland's cheeks heating up, looking at the direction Jude's in.
- "A little kiss from Jude there, how was he tonight?" The reporter chuckled, leaving Haaland's cheeks to be completely exploited-ly red now. He was contemplating on what to say, because he was at loss of words now from the un-expected little kiss.
- "He is fantastic. He's 18 so um yeah..he's younger than me so um he's amazing."
Hoots and whistles echoed from the background, as the reporter took his leave. Haaland could do nothing but just stand and stare at the latter from afar. Jude always had a subliminal effect on Haaland, and it was just that right now. Jude looked back, smiling widely and blowing a kiss to him. Haaland just scratched his neck, smiling like a drunkard. Well, he is drunk in love, so it counts.
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Everyone sprayed cans of beer all around, as screams filled in. The team was celebrating their win against Besiktas. Haaland just covered himself from all the beer that was being sprayed around, while Jude screamed loud with pride, pouring beer over Haaland in purpose.
Jude cackled, holding his stomach, as Haaland just smiled and looked at Jude. The way Jude's face scrunches up when he laughs, how his eyes have a glint to them, how his lips curve into a smile. Everything about him is what Haaland finds no short of perfect.
Jude felt odd of Haaland when he noticed how the taller man was just looking down at him with a small smile instead of playfully throwing on cuffings. Jude threw on a bit more, but it just made Haaland feel more and more comfortable and happy in Jude's company.
Well, by now, Jude had emptied 3 cans on Haaland and it really surprised him how Haaland hadn't moved an inch, or barely uttered a word. Jude didn't exactly understand why. He gave Haaland a little nudge, as the taller man felt himself come back to reality. Well, his little fantasy world was preferably better than reality.
- "You 'kay there Erling? You don't seem to be here at the moment." Jude asked, wrapping an arm by his back. It barely made it around Haaland's torso but, oh well.
- "Well um..yeah."
- "If you're un-comfortable I can drop you home.." Jude said, bring Haaland a bit to the corner where it felt somehow quieter between them, despite being in the same room.
- "No Jude..it's okay. I'm fine, really."
- "But-"
- "Hush, it's alright. Oh and, could I possibly get a spare shirt?"
- "Huh?"
Haaland pointed at his drenched shirt, which made his finely carved six pack and HUGE pecks visible. Jude noticed and slightly blushed, but didn't understand exactly why. They both are men and it shouldn't really make him so flustered.
- "Well...no?" Jude laughed akwardly, earning an eye roll from Haaland.
- "You owe me a good meal, come on let's go eat." Haaland grabbed Jude's hand and dragged the latter as the team started to started to swarm the dinner table to eat.
Fast forward to a few hours later.
By now, most weren't in their senses. A few were attempting to leave but kept falling, and Jude was on of them. Haaland sighed as Jude pushed the shot glass on Haaland's lips, giggling and hiccing.
- "Drinkk itttt" Jude whined, as Haaland took the shot glass and kept it out of Jude's reach. Jude punched Haaland's chest lightly, which made the elder man's skin spark to the younger's touch. Indeed, their was something between them Jude wasn't aware of.
- "We should go now, I'll drop you."
- "N-" Jude felt his body hang, then felt it rest on something broad and muscular. Haaland wrapped Jude's legs wrap around his waist, while his hands lay loose round his neck. Haaland exited the lounge, walking to the basement.
Jude giggled constantly, mumbling things which were loud but Haaland couldn't catch them. Haaland wished he could just turn him around and kiss him, but that would only be a fantasy.
Jude kept falling asleep through the ride, which really concerned Haaland. What if he bumps his head when I hit a speed-breaker? But they arrived pretty soon at Haaland's, since it was pretty late at night and so the roads were clear.
Haaland placed Jude behind him once again, carrying him upstairs. He placed him on the bed like Jude was a treasure of his. Well he was but, how Haaland never gets annoyed of Jude no matter what it is...he finally knew he's being ridiculous about his obession over his fellow team-mate.
Haaland was about to go get changed, when Jude just won't let go. Jude whined and kicked the air like a child, begging Haaland to stay like he'd never return. Haaland should've known Jude couldn't handle alcohol as good.
- "Staaaaayyy-"
- "Okay, okay. I'm not going. Just turn yourself to the wall, yeah?"
- "Okaaaaayyy~" Jude instantly turned over, shimmy-ing his butt to do so, which Haaland chuckled at.
Haaland didn't know how'd he survive the night without a sbower but, oh well. He threw his shirt and pants away, shuffling around his drawer in his boxers. (Change of pov to jude)
It doesn't hurt me a bit to be faking it to him. What's there to hate? If i knew he'd give me endless piggy-back rides and care for me when I'm so 'drunk', I'd pretend doing it everyday. And it's weird how I really long for it too.
Could it be possible I like him? And even if I really do, would he like me back? A hyper-active teenager who doesn't know how to act like a proper adult. Does he find that as a charm I possess?
Why do I wanna kiss him? Why do I just wanna hug him so bad? What's this attraction? Wait..if I did hug him and try to kiss him now, would he take the advantage of it?... let this speak for itselves. Y-Yeah I'm shy b-but it's worth a shot!! (End)
Haaland feels a pair of arms round his waist, slightly taken back by the hug. But he stands still and savors it, reckoning if this sort of thing would ever happen between them.
Jude forcefully turned Haaland around, jumping up, as Haaland caught him instinctively. His huge hands cupped his ass perfectly, and their hody fit in like pieces of a puzzle. Haaland wished he lived in a universe where what he would want to do now would be accepted but, nope.
- "Jude, what are you doing?"
Jude just giggled and placed his lips over Haaland's red, plump ones. Haaland immediately placed Jude on the bed, pulling back.
- "Jude...this is w-wrong!!"
- "Everything's fair in love and war." Jude said, looking rather sober. Haaland could see it, and felt absolutely be-witched. Was he really seeing it right? No way he was. But also, who would say such a true statement in their high?
- "Jude.."
- "Now kiss me you hunk," Jude pushed Haaland's leg, making him trip over and land on Jude. Jude took the chance and kissed him like their's no tomorrow. He wasn't even afraid to show that he'd been pretending anymore. He knew there was something special, and he had to take it. It was now, or never.
Haaland tilted his head, deepening the kiss. There was nothing to deny any longer, the damage has been done. Haaland tugged on the band of Jude's boxers, swiftly taking sliding it off.
Jude moaned from the cold air coming in contact with his now throbbing shaft. Haaland pulled back, looking Jude in the eye with a mix of emotions. There was fear, delight, love..Haaland was contradicting whether he should really do it or not yet. Jude groaned from the wait.
- "You sure Jude..?"
- "Fook yes I am!"
- "...you're in your senses?"
- "This is not the time to ask that Erl!" Jude whined, pulling Haaland closer. Jude loved how insecure Haaland could be of his own doings sometimes, but sometimes it might get annoying, like now.
- "Please Haaland..take me."
Haaland's eyes appeared to have a new glint, sparkling with delight. Haaland grabbed some lube from the drawer, making Jude spread his legs apart. Haaland smirked, leaving Jude a bit too flustered from being exploited.
- "Y-You have condoms..?"
- "This is not the time to ask that, Jude." Haaland clicked.
- "You can't use my wo-AH!.." Haaland pushed a finger in, cutting Jude off to a moan.
- "..against m- Haaland~" Haaland crammed in a second finger, scissoring the latter. Jude went ecstatic from Haaland's fingers twitching inside of him.
- "Ugh..Haaland..Please~"
- "Please what, Brit twink?" He whispered, at his fourth finger. It stretched Jude completely, and was already closing him to his orgasm. Haaland was planning on making him cum, untouched.
- "Please fuck me! Fuck me so that I can't walk for days, pl- Ah! Please..~" Jude breathed in sharply, releasing in Haaland's hand. Haaland licked his fingers, reaching over for a condom when Jude grabbed his hand.
- "Don't..."
Haaland looked at him, first confused. Then he whipped on a smug look, shifting over to hovering over Jude.
- "Someone likes it raw," Jude blushes and slaps his chest playfully.
- "J-Just do it already.."
- "Okay darling, then get on your fours for me." Jude did as told, quite scared from the pain that will take over. But he trusts Haaland, he knows there's something about the elder that keeps him sane.
Haaland planted wet kisses along his back, making Jude's back slightly arch and wonderful noises slipping from his mouth. Then slowly, but impatiently, Haaland pushed his head in. Jude screamed in pain, clutching a fistful of the blanket underneath. Haaland comforted the latter placing kisses along his neck, then following his back, ending it by his ass cheeks.
Haaland didn't waste a second in pushing in more of his shaft after Jude gave the okay, clearly satisfied from how his cock slowly disappeared into the little male under him.
- "Ah! H-Haaland!"
- "I wish you could see how beautiful you look while I take you, Jude." Haaland complimented, pulling out and thrusting it back in and repeating the process, making Jude's back arch from the pain and over-taking pleasure.
- "Y-You're Ugh! My first.." Haaland felt giddy inside, continuing to do his part as best as he could.
Jude bit his lip, preventing his moans, while getting rammed into, while Haaland had a tight grip on his hips, preventing the younger male from collapsing.
- "Don't keep it from me, it's okay Jude..it's gonna be fine," Haaland picked pace as Jude began to moan sinfully. It made his dick twitch, making Jude's back arch more.
Jude felt himself getting thrown over the age as Haaland hit a special bundle of nerves at the perfect angle. The bed creaked and moved in sync with Jude's body and Haaland's hips. He began to thrust a bit more roughly, as the room began to reek more and more of amazing sex.
Soon, the two reach their high. Jude came first, as Haaland planned on following suit. But he prevented it. He wanted Jude's consent, what a gentleman.
Haaland stopped, hoping Jude would get the hint.
- "I-Inside,"
Haaland released, feeling tiredness run him over as he pulled back and layed down beside the already collapsed and panting Jude. They both were sweaty, drenched in fluids. The bedsheets came loose along with the blankets. They'd been stained. All this remains as a proof of a very, very amazing sex.
- "What are you?" Jude couldn't help but question from Haaland's performance. It was probably even more fantastic to him since it's his first.
- "Huh?"
- "How do you..um.."
- "Fuck so well? Even I don't know how."
- "Haaland!!!" Jude blushed, squeeling.
- "What? You asked," Haaland smiles, wrapping an arm around him. Silence followed, and they both knew what was up.
- "So..what are we?" Jude said with a tint of hope to his voice. He felt like he was about to leave dejected, but apparently that's not it.
- "Exactly what you want us to be, Jude." Haaland kissed his forehead with love, covering him with the blanket.
- "Us?"
- "Most and definitely." Haaland replied with confidence, delighted he'd gotten what he thought would end at his fantasies.
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Bitch this is like 2099 words long. My legs are in agitating pain and I can't sleep. Im crying, help. But i hope u guys enjoy for the most. :)❤️