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A loud and long whistle echoed across the football field; Heahmund called the boys together and waited patiently until everyone had arrived.
"You guys played well today. In next week's game, we'll beat the others for sure. So, off to the showers! Last one out turns out the lights!" he said loudly, looking after his team with a soft smile.
He had always done a lot of youth work and helping the boys' U18 team play soccer was just as much a part of it. Heahmund was always a friendly coach, but could easily lose his cool before particularly important games; even more so since he knew that some of the team might be able to move up to a higher division later on. It was a good squad, and teamwork was a natural part of it. And while the boys went to the locker rooms, Heahmund made sure the place was back in order and put all the things away. And it wasn't until he saw almost all of the team walking out of the locker room again, while they happily waved goodbye to him - that he decided it was time for a shower himself.
With a quiet sigh, he headed for the locker rooms, actually sure that no one else should be there - but he was slightly startled when he walked into the room and found Ivar still sitting there, hair wet and dark from the shower, with only a towel tied around his hips. The boy was equally startled at Heahmund's sudden appearance and took a startled breath - until the white teeth flashed back at him with a smile.
"Sorry, Heahmund. I kinda dawdled a bit today and forgot you had to shower too. I'll hurry, okay?" the boy said with amusement, and Heahmund raised his hands with a light laugh.
"It's all right, you don't have to hurry. Maybe I was just faster than you today, too."
"Maybe. But I think it's more likely that I dawdled," Ivar muttered with a wry grin at the corners of his mouth, and Heahmund sat down a little farther away from him on one of the wooden benches. It took him a moment to notice the way Ivar was looking at him; his bright blue eyes fixed on his trainer.
Heahmund didn't like to lie, and yet he had often had to forbid himself this thought - he found Ivar attractive. He knew it was an absolute taboo subject, and that he would be kicked out of the community if anyone ever read his thoughts... But nonetheless, they were hard to dispel at the sight of the bright eyes and the naked, slightly wet torso. Heahmund raised an eyebrow and smiled softly.
"Are you all right, Ivar?" he asked, and the teen snorted softly and looked down at his socks, which he was already halfway through putting on. For a moment, all that could be heard was the dripping of a leaky faucet from the shower before the boy said softly, "It's all good."
"Really?"
Ivar bit his lower lip. His fingers pulled the white socks higher, and his eyes found Heahmund's again. "I broke up with my girlfriend, that's all. I think it's still heavy in my stomach."
Heahmund remembered her; she had been at a game once, cheering Ivar on. She had been very pretty, long blond hair and a beautiful face. But when Ivar had kissed her briefly, while Heahmund had unconsciously had his eyes on the two of them - he had seen Ivar's eyes drift off to him, amusedly warped, half-open. Like a challenge - and Heahmund had looked away as quickly as he could back then. Watching teens make out - that didn't go over well, even if his hungry dick had possibly imagined that Ivar had deliberately sought that eye contact.
"Sorry about that. Go out, party this weekend. It'll help," Heahmund said quietly, taking off his shirt. After all, he had to shower just as much whether Ivar was still around or not.
He felt Ivar's gaze on his chest, on his upper body. And even though the boy had seen him topless several times, that look tingled Heahmund's skin. It was something else to be topless on the field or at the big guys' soccer game - and another thing when he was alone with a teen in the locker room. It was almost as if there was a certain tension in the air that began to tingle even more with the immersed silence.
"Does it really help?"
"Sure."
"Heahmund, can I ask you something?" Ivar said; when Heahmund met his gaze, the boy bit his lower lip playfully. Soft, as if he were embarrassed, even though those blue eyes spoke a very different language.
"Of course. Go ahead.", Heahmund replied; he was still wearing his black sweatpants and shoes and left them on for now as well. He didn't want to send the wrong signals under any circumstances.
"Do you actually -...well, actually have a girlfriend? You're always seen alone, and even at our party back then by the team, you were alone. Women like you, don't they? I can see that."
Heahmund snorted softly; he turned his gaze to the tiles on the walls, tiled red. Irregular. "What you're paying attention to, Ivar."
"It just caught my eye. You don't look so bad, do you?" Ivar hummed softly, and Heahmund watched closely as the pink tip of his tongue slipped between the full lips. Hungry, that was the word that came to his mind - hungry. That's how he felt, too, and he had to swallow slightly.
"I'm not that interested in it, right now." he replied dryly, rough because his throat felt strange.
"Not interested? Why not?"
A smirk, a smile, and Heahmund threw his shirt in Ivar's face. "Because little teens like you, it's none of your business."
Ivar took the shirt from his face and laughed lightly; his deep blue eyes told something forbidden sweet, and Heahmund had to forbid himself to read fire from them. Yet he saw it. He saw it in the gestures, in the movements. It made him so hot inside that he prayed Ivar would leave now so he could finally take a shower.
But Ivar did not go. He continued to stare at Heahmund, with curious eyes, and then very slightly jutted his chin. Heahmund had always loved Ivar's chin area - that sharp jawline, combined with that fabulous, fresh skin that sometimes reddened after a strenuous game.
"You're gay, aren't you?" Ivar said softly - Heahmund felt his legs go numb from the inside, and all color drain from his face. He flapped his mouth open to say something - but he couldn't. His tongue felt so heavy, and he could only bring himself to look at Ivar with eyebrows drawn together in shock as the teen got up from the bench and squatted in front of Heahmund's body. Blue eyes found his, twinkling with curiosity, almost burning, and Ivar bit his lower lip again. It looked even softer from so close, even more beguiling, and Heahmund clawed his hands lightly into the wooden bench underneath him.
"It's okay. I just know, and I haven't told anyone. Honestly - I deliberately dawdled a little longer today because I... Heahmund, I want to do something.", Ivar hummed beguilingly softly, and his young fingers ran over Heahmund's knees.
"You... Ivar, don't do that. No matter what you have in your head - it won't work, and I don't want it."
Ivar ran his tongue softly and lightly over his lips, then snorted softly. The bright eyes gleamed slightly in the light of the locker room. "You don't want me?" he said softly, and Heahmund leaned his head against the wall behind him.
"I can't. I'm not allowed to do things like that. And that's why I don't want it." he replied; he had to control himself hard, control the dizziness in his body. What was going on here?
"You're allowed to do anything because I won't tell anyone. Heahmund, listen - I don't have anyone to try out on. Whether I want to, whether I am... like you. I've never...", Ivar swallowed the last words, and looked at Heahmund with almost pleading eyes.
Inside Heahmund, everything was spinning. There was Ivar kneeling before him, the face of an angel, one of his best players - literally begging him to do something that was absolutely and without question taboo. Heahmund couldn't and wouldn't sugarcoat it either - this was so damn wrong, and he had to stop it. Right now. Before it was too late.
"You need to find someone your own age, Ivar. I'm your coach, I'm almost 32, I can't. I can't and I'm not allowed. Now go, get dressed, and get out." Heahmund deliberately used his harsher tone, but he could almost snap inside when he saw that it didn't have much effect on Ivar. The fingers on his knee crept higher, reaching his thighs.
Heahmund closed his eyes for a moment, snorting softly as Ivar's fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. His pushing away was too soft, far too weak for real defense. "Don't do that." he murmured darkly, but he felt exactly how the fingers of Ivar's hands pushed deeper into the waistband of his sweatpants, seeking what had already grown hard on him just at that perversely tingling sight of Ivar on his knees: his cock.
"Please let me." Ivar whispered, and his head was so close, so damn close to his lap. Heahmund was still trying to resist the definite move Ivar was making: pulling his sweatpants and shorts down to his ankles as his cock sprang free. Curious, heated fingers clasped it, stroking the hard veins, embracing it with a firm grip.
Ivar had just turned seventeen last month. Heahmund consciously drove that number into his bones, consciously into his mind, as he realized, boiling hot, what he was doing here - and what he was letting himself do. Just letting Ivar stroke his cock was enough to put him in jail, and that bad feeling bored deep into his body, made his heartbeat swell rapidly.
"Ivar, please don't. I'm really getting into the devil's kitchen. I can get into ja... Oh, fuck!" he groaned, murmuring deeply in disbelief, when all at once, and without any warning, Ivar's soft and full lips closed around his cock. He had to gasp, deep and hard, and first come to terms with this unfamiliar sensation. It felt heavenly, forbidden good. So fucking forbidden good that it almost bordered on blasphemy.
Ivar's lips were so soft, and his hot mouth enclosed Heahmund's cock almost perfectly. Of course, the boy was gentle; he didn't know any better, but for Heahmund, all the heat he had lurking in his body shot into his cock with lusty swiftness. His right hand buried itself almost helplessly in the still-wet tips of Ivar's hair, gently supporting the boy's head, which by now was bobbing up and down slightly.
The lips closed tighter around his cock after a while, and the tip of his tongue, which Heahmund had already felt at the beginning, ran playfully over his shaft; the soft lips loosened, but only so that Ivar could lick the tip of his cock with the seductive tip of his tongue, with such a rough and lustful look that Heahmund had to moan slightly.
It was already too late anyway, Heahmund thought to himself as he gently pressed Ivar's head back onto his cock, and the boy took it almost greedily between his lips; it was just too late. Heahmund was already too caught up in the feeling, and far too deep in this frenzy of pure lust. The allure of the forbidden did the rest: Heahmund could remember nothing, really nothing at all, that was hotter than Ivar Lothbrok on his knees in front of him, lustfully sucking his cock. It was such a forbidden erotic thing that he could already feel the tip of his cock tightening slightly with pleasure.
"Ivar..." he murmured darkly, and the teen licked over his cock again; his blue eyes widened slightly, and Heahmund ran his free hand over his slightly flushed cheek. "I'm really close. I can't hold back much longer."
Ivar licked his lips lightly, the pink tip of his tongue finely wetted.
"That's a good thing. I'm so hot for you, Heahmund..." the boy sighed, and before he could say anything else, the teen had turned his attention back to his cock and was sucking it deep into his mouth.
Heahmund closed his eyes, allowing the racing of his heart and the adrenaline in his body. "Fuck, I'm about to cum..." he moaned, trying to regulate himself with an exhale and a sharp bite on his lower lip; but everything about this situation was far too delightful, far too violent for him. He felt like a fucking pervert, like a sicko, as he said softly, "I want to cum on your face."
His hand tugged lightly at Ivar's wet hair, and he immediately fell in love with the look in Ivar's eyes, the lust-reddened face as he gently pulled it back. The boy's lips had opened softly, ever so gently, as he settled down slightly, looking up at Heahmund and watching him climax with frantic movements in front of Ivar's face. It wasn't long before a harsh moan escaped Heahmund's lips, and he held Ivar's head tightly before he came hot and trembling on his face.
Ivar's face seemed more beautiful than ever, as Heahmund saw the first drops on the hot reddened skin, as he saw the little tongue lick up a drop of his load, curiously taking it between his lips. And never did his hungry eyes leave Heahmund, and the beautiful face was something that Heahmund had marked deep inside as his.
He had to force himself to sit down a bit to beat the dizziness in his head; he felt more exhausted than after any game, than after any practice. And it didn't get any better when Ivar sat down on his lap with a fluid motion, putting his hands to the sides of Heahmund's face.
"Can you make me come, too?" the teen whispered softly and gently, and before Heahmund could even exhale, his impossibly beautiful lips had already settled on Heahmund's, making him taste his own pleasure, making him tremble completely hypersensitive. But his hands closed tightly around Ivar's waist, and he deepened the kisses with a gentle nudge that the two exchanged hotly on the bench.
He was guaranteed to go to jail, he knew that.
He knew that after he came on Ivar's beautiful face - he knew that when he removed the towel from Ivar's hips, as he took the hard and wonderfully slick cock in his hand for the first time. And he knew he was going to end up in hell as well, when at some point his head burrowed between Ivar's legs, exploring the most beautiful and youngest body he had ever had underneath him.