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Jude might be wrong about this. He knows that.

He's fully aware that this is stupid and dangerous and the risk isn't worth it and he might actually fuck everything up, like his whole life and his career and yeah, quite literally everything, and he's definitely not drunk enough to justify how careless he's being, and yet none of that stops him.

The mere possibility that he might be right about this has his blood pumping south, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

He's been half hard since he noticed those quick but not very subtle glances towards him; he doubts that boy has ever been subtle about anything a day in his life.

So when he saw Gavi heading upstairs, most likely to the bathroom, Jude hesitated only for a few moments before following.

He subtly adjusts his cock as he makes his way up the stairs, hoping no one notices he's walking around with a fucking boner like a fucking pervert. On his defence, he's only half way there, not fully hard yet, but it's still noticeable even though the trousers he's wearing are quite baggy. He's lucky the lights are rather low in the hallway and that most people around him seem to be too drunk to pay attention to him.

He didn't see which room Gavi slipped in, so he walks across the hallway, looking around, his eyebrows raising in recognition when he notices a head of brown, fluffy hair exiting one of the bathrooms.

Now the thing is Jude didn't really have a plan when he decided to follow Gavi and he still doesn't. He's going on instinct at this point which should have been a sign that he should stop and think about it, but unfortunately his brain isn't in charge of his actions right now.

So it shouldn't really be surprising when the next step of his nonexistent plan is as stupid as the first one.

With a few large steps he's right before Gavi, pushing him around and back inside the bathroom before Gavi can even react.

Gavi yelps and flails around, his eyes going wide when he turns around and sees who it is.

"What the fuck?" He asks, eyebrows furrowing together in his best angry bird imitation, like usual. "What the hell are you doing, Bellingham?" His voice is firm, clearly annoyed, and it should probably worry Jude, because perhaps he misunderstood this whole thing, but words can be deceiving; the color on Gavi's cheeks however is definitely real.

"Just wanted to say hi," Jude says casually , as if his behaviour is completely normal. It isn't. He's at least aware of that, he hasn't lost it completely. Yet. "The way you kept staring at me all night, I thought you'd appreciate it."

"I- I wasn't-" Gavi starts saying, stammering. Jude didn't know that cute blush could get even redder, but apparently it very much can. It's honestly fascinating. "I wasn't staring at you. I didn't even know you were here." He's a horrible liar. Even if his words were convincing - which they aren't - his eyes betray everything.

Jude feels fucking mesmerized by them; by how expressive they are; so ridiculously big and pretty, in the loveliest brown-hazel colour. He kind of never wants to look away.

"I saw you, Pablo. You're not very subtle," he says. He doesn't think they've talked enough to be on a first name basis but the word slips out of his mouth and Jude doesn't correct himself.

Besides, calling Gavi Pablo is probably the least dangerous and stupid thing he's done in the last few minutes, so whatever.

He knows he's playing with fire here. This can go very, very wrong and yet he's somehow willing to risk so much just to get his dick wet. It doesn't make sense. He's usually a lot more careful than this, even with the women he fucks, nevermind the men.

But he admits - to himself only - that he's been thinking about this for a while now. He just didn't think an opportunity like this would arise- never even considered that this might be a possibility. But it clearly is. Because Gavi might be frowning and appearing annoyed and all, but he's still there and he hasn't shown any sign that he's that much eager to leave.

"Whatever," Gavi says petulantly, but doesn't bother to deny it and he takes a step closer to Jude, as he asks, "What do you want?"

The proximity forces Gavi to slightly tilt his head up to meet his gaze and it does things to Jude, the way Gavi's looking up at him through his eyelashes. Jude wonders if Gavi can feel the tension in the room as well or if maybe he's imagining it, seeing things that aren't there.

"You," he says, because apparently he's not done being impulsive tonight. "I want you."

He relishes the way Gavi blinks, his eyes going round with surprise, a little gasp escaping.

"What do you mean?" He asks, but this time his voice comes out a lot less certain than before.

Jude should probably answer but he's a bit distracted, his gaze drawn to Gavi's pink mouth. Gavi keeps chewing on his lips, probably because he's nervous, and it makes the color darken, turn into a cherry red that Jude wants to taste, especially when they're all shiny like that with spit.

They look so kissable; so fuckable.

Like the rest of him.

"I think you know what I mean, Pablo," he says eventually and he's surprised by the way his own voice comes out, all hoarse and rough with arousal. God. They haven't even done anything and Jude already feels wrecked. This is ridiculous.

He's had his fair share of one-night-stands and casual relationships these last few years; he's young and famous and rich and good-looking, it's quite easy. He hardly ever had to try to get whoever he wanted. But still, he's never felt like this.

He's never felt such need to take and fuck and claim and own.

It's a bit scary if he thinks about it too much, but thankfully Gavi seems to be excellent at distracting him because the next moment Jude's head is completely empty of thoughts, his sole attention focused on the tip of Gavi's tongue as Gavi licks his lips, still looking at him.

And well, that's all it takes for Jude to break.

He'd like to think his self-control is much better than this, but that's definitely not the case right now.

He brings one hand to Gavi's nape and pulls him closer, his other arm easily circling around Gavi, and replaces Gavi's tongue with his own, licking over that cherry red mouth before pressing their lips together.

Gavi gasps in surprise - even though it can't be that much of a surprise; Jude wasn't trying to be subtle and he's sure he's been looking at Gavi like he's about to devour him, so Gavi should have probably seen it coming - and he grips Jude's shirt, hands curling into fists around the fabric, but he doesn't pull away or try to push him back.

Jude expects a fight if he's honest. For some reason he expects Gavi to kiss like he plays; never backing away from a challenge, never letting someone else have the upper hand in a duel.

So he can't deny he's pleasantly surprised when it doesn't take that long for Gavi to give in; to melt nicely against Jude's lips and let Jude kiss him and lick into him and fuck that sweet mouth with his tongue.

Jude can't get enough.

He has no idea for how long they keep kissing, but he knows his hunger hasn't been sated in the least. If anything, he only feels greedier.

Gavi keeps making needy, little noises and it's definitely the hottest thing Jude's ever heard, the sound of him like that, so sweet and needy and desperate and all for him going straight to his cock.

The hand that's on Gavi's back drifts lower and he squeezes a round cheek, drawing the other boy closer to his own body, letting him feel his hard cock against his lower belly. Another noise escapes Gavi, this one louder, more desperate, and there's no doubt what the reason is, especially when Gavi shifts forward, pressing even harder against Jude's body, as if trying to feel more of Jude's cock.

Gavi's panting by the time they eventually pull away, his mouth parted and red and kiss-swollen and Jude really fucking needs to see those lips around his cock.

"Get on your knees," he says, the words escaping him without his permission - he swears he's usually much more polite than this when he hooks up with someone, but clearly he has lost his fucking mind and it's all Gavi's fault - and he braces himself for Gavi's glare or the fuck off that'll no doubt follow, and he’s trying to think of ways to salve this up before Gavi actually leaves, but none of that happens.

Instead, Gavi does as he's told, slides down on the hard tiled floor, settling on his knees right before Jude, his cheeks bright red.

It's fucking exhilarating.

If Jude wasn't already hard before just from watching Gavi across the room back downstairs and then from kissing his eager mouth, he'd definitely be now, after having Gavi obey him so easily, the sight of him on his knees just for him sending another jolt of arousal through him.

"Pull my cock out," he says then, feeling his heart pounding, like it's trying to beat out of his chest. It's a risk; too straightforward and sort of forcing them to acknowledge what's happening. He hopes it doesn't make Gavi realize how fucking mad this whole thing is.

Thankfully, it doesn't seem to wake Gavi out of this haze.

He obliges with shaky fingers and fluttering eyelashes, like he doesn't know where to look as he works on the button of Jude's trousers before undoing his fly, pulling both his trousers and underwear down his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

It takes a couple of seconds but eventually Gavi looks up at him again expectantly and Jude realises he's waiting for further instructions.

Holy fuck.

Jude wasn't drunk before, but he definitely feels drunk now; drunk on the way Gavi's looking at him, eyes big and glazed and trusting and so deliciously eager. It makes Jude's cock ache at the sight.

"Suck it," he says, honestly surprised and impressed that his voice comes out steady. "Get it nice and wet."

Gavi's hesitation lasts a couple of seconds, before he's reaching to wrap a hand around Jude's hard shaft and leaning in to brush his tongue over the tip. It's just a brief, little lick, innocent almost, and even that drives Jude insane, one of his hands moving to the back of Gavi's head, fingers threading through the fluffy, soft hair but not pulling, letting Gavi set the rhythm.

Gavi's tongue darts out again and he gives the head a few more kitten licks, looking almost curious as he tastes Jude's precum. He wraps his lips around it at last, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the dripping tip, making Jude gasp as Gavi laps at his slit.

"Yeah. That's it," Jude says encouragingly and Gavi's eyes flutter open and turn upwards to him, and it's honestly a wonder how Jude doesn't just thrust his cock deep into his throat until Gavi's choking on it, when Gavi's looking at him like that. Perhaps his self-control tonight isn't that bad, after all, he decides.

Gavi's eyes close again and he focuses on the task at hand, starting to bob his head and letting Jude's dick slide in and out of his mouth, the pace of his movements sloppy and uncoordinated and yet so fucking good.

It takes Jude a ridiculously short time to feel the pressure in his groin tightening, as Gavi drives him closer and closer to the edge.

His hold on Gavi's hair tightens and he tugs at the messy locks, planning to warn him and pull him off his cock, only that Gavi's mouth falls further open and he goes completely lax in his hold and Jude shivers, cock fucking throbbing as he realises that Gavi expects him to take over; to fuck his mouth.

Jude rocks his hips forward, just a small movement, just testing to see whether or not he understood correctly, and Gavi moans and it's all the confirmation Jude needs in order to continue.

His next thrust is deeper; deep enough to hear the choking sound Gavi makes as he gags on his cock and Jude groans and does it again, pulling out until only the tip is still in Gavi's mouth and then pushing back in again, setting up a steady rhythm fucking Gavi's pretty face as Gavi takes desperate, little breaths through his nose.

Gavi's technique is nothing special, he clearly doesn't have much experience, if any at all, but the way he so eagerly goes nice and compliant for him, making little noises the whole time Jude's feeding him his cock, like he's absolutely loving it- like he needs it, it easily makes this the best blow job Jude has ever received.

A low moan is all the warning Gavi gets before Jude starts coming, dick deep in Gavi's mouth, and Gavi chokes and coughs a little, but swallows everything and keeps sucking on Jude's cock even after Jude's done, most likely unconsciously, if the dazed look on his face is anything to go by.

Jude runs his fingers through Gavi's hair, his stomach tightening as a new wave of arousal rushes through him, when Gavi whimpers softly, looking up at him and meeting his gaze through ridiculously long eyelashes, big wide eyes shining beautifully and red lips loosely wrapped around his softening cock- it might actually be the prettiest thing Jude's ever seen.

He pushes Gavi off his dick when it gets much, too sensitive to let Gavi keep sucking him, even though it's tempting to just to stay like that, with his cock engulfed in Gavi's warm, wet mouth until he eventually gets hard again. He shakes his head and pulls Gavi up, tucking himself in and reaching for Gavi's fly, only to be stopped by a hand on his wrist.

"I, uh, I-" Gavi mumbles, making Jude frown; does he not want Jude to reciprocate? "I already..." He trails off, the permanent flush that seems to be on his cheeks since Jude pushed him into the bathroom turning darker.

Oh.

Did Gavi come just from sucking his cock? Is this boy for fucking real?

Jude's spent dick twitches when he notices the wet spot on Gavi's black trousers; they're dark enough that probably no one else will notice it, but the lights in the bathroom are not as low and Jude can definitely see it-

Fuck.

He really wants to kiss Gavi again-

"I gotta go," Gavi says then and walks past Jude and then out of the bathroom.

It's only then that Jude realises they hadn't even locked the door.

So fucking careless.

And yet his brain dismisses it right away; instead of panicking about acting so irresponsibly, he's too busy wondering why the fuck Gavi left like that.

Did he not like it? Did Jude somehow fuck up?

He really hopes that's not the case.

This can't be a one time thing.

Jude will have to make sure of it.

**

If following Gavi to the bathroom at a random party was stupid, then pushing him into a storage room in the Bernabéu must be Jude reaching the peak of his idiocy- well, hopefully. He's been surprising himself a lot and in the worst ways possible lately, so you never know. Perhaps his idiocy has no limits.

But it's kind of difficult - fucking impossible if he's being honest - to think about that when his cock is surrounded by wonderful, wet heat.

It was just as easy as the last time to get Gavi on his knees for him.

Just as easy to make him part his pretty mouth and let Jude feed him his cock.

He bites back a groan now as he rocks his hips forward, building up a nice, steady pace, encouraged by the sweet, little noises Gavi keeps making.

It's fucking addictive how he simply takes everything Jude decides to give him, welcoming it all and not complaining, even when Jude's cock hits the back of his throat and he chokes on it.

Another sound that'll be burned into Jude's mind probably forever and he'll be certainly thinking about when jerking off.

Jude's had his dick sucked by way too many people to be impressed by Gavi's sloppy attempts and yet right now he can't think of anything hotter than Gavi like this, on his knees, with his mouth full of cock, wide eyes wet and glistening with tears, and all of him so, so pliant, letting Jude use him however he wants.

And it only gets better - worse, because there's no way Jude can move on from this - when he notices Gavi's hand between his own thighs, palming his cock.

"You love this," Jude says, breathless. It's not a question, not that Gavi would have been able to answer it anyway, what with his mouth being so full right now. Jude's never hooked up with anyone else that was so into sucking cock. His previous partners were always more than a little enthusiastic when it came to this, but they didn't look like they needed his cock more than they needed oxygen to breathe- and that's exactly how Gavi looks right now.

Apparently that's something Jude really fucking likes.

"Yeah, you do, don't you, Pablo? You love having your mouth fucked. Just a wet, hungry hole for me to use and keep my dick warm- that's all you are, baby," he says, the words escaping him with ease as he approaches his orgasm. Perhaps he should be embarrassed by the filth coming out of his mouth or maybe he should be worried about Gavi taking offence to them, but when Gavi whines wantonly in response - he doesn't deny it; doesn't even try to pull away - and his flush deepens prettily, Jude knows he has nothing to be embarrassed about.

Apparently he's just stating the truth.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he shoots his release down Gavi's throat, panting, his legs feeling weak and shaking from the power of his orgasm.

A lazy, self-satisfied grin spreads on his lips when he notices the dark, wet spot on the shorts of Gavi's kit, betraying that he's already come. Jude wonders how he's going to explain that to his teammates when he goes back to the locker room.

Which apparently is happening right now, because before Jude can ask or tease him about it, Gavi gets up, avoiding his gaze, and exits the storage room with a quiet, little 'bye'.

Jude frowns for a moment, baffled by Gavi's weird behaviour, but then shrugs his shoulders, still too blissed-out after his wonderful orgasm to bring himself to care and worry about that.

**

It keeps happening every time they find themselves at the same place, which unfortunately is never anywhere with privacy and also doesn't happen as often as Jude would like, but he can't really do anything about that, can he?

He's the one that reaches out, that initiates. Not that Jude minds. Not when Gavi always goes along, like a nice, little puppy, following his orders, always so good for him. It leaves Jude feeling dizzy and craving for more, already looking forward to the next time.

They never talk about it- or about anything really. Gavi always leaves right after they're done.

Only that this time Jude knows what’s coming and he doesn't let Gavi slip away from him.

He circles an arm around his waist and draws him closer to his body, before Gavi manages to reach for the door of the bathroom stall they've dragged themselves in, away from the curious eyes and the loud music in the rest of the club.

He crashes their lips together before Gavi can protest and swallows the moan Gavi lets out as Jude deepens the kiss. He licks into him and can taste himself and whatever sweet drink Gavi was having earlier, and it's fucking addictive, like everything about Gavi seems to be. Gavi sucks on his tongue, as desperate for it as he always is for his cock, and Jude feels fucking lightheaded, even though it's just a kiss and it's definitely not supposed to feel like this, so fucking good and overwhelming, and yet, here it fucking is, having Jude panting and moaning.

Jude keeps kissing him, stroking Gavi's tongue with his own, eager to learn every part of that sweet mouth his cock has become so accustomed to. Gavi, of course, lets him, lips parted and whimpering into the kiss.

Jude lets his hands drift from Gavi's waist down to his ass, and slips them into his pants, kneading and squeezing those perfectly round cheeks. Fuck. Every time they meet like this, he's so distracted by Gavi's mouth around his cock that he only now realises he's hardly had the chance to touch him all those times before and he really fucking wants to. Clearly he needs to fix that.

It's been only a couple of minutes since he came but he feels his cock swelling up again-

He's drawn out of his thoughts when Gavi suddenly breaks the kiss, pulling away, forcing Jude's hands out of his pants as he takes a step back. The way he blinks dazedly up at Jude and his cheeks have turned a pretty, deep red color are the only proof he's as affected by the kiss as Jude is.

"Uh, my friends will be looking for me," he says, voice still breathless and ruined, and he takes another unsteady step away from Jude and closer to the door. "See you around," he says, half a question half a statement, before exiting the stall.

Jude sighs and lets his head fall back, thumping against the door.

When he started this, it was supposed to be a one time thing.

But then he kept catching himself thinking about Gavi more and more frequently and his fascination about the other boy only grew and grew and now he feels fucking addicted to this; to Gavi.

He can't stop thinking about Gavi; about his huge fucking Disney princess eyes that look even prettier when they go all round and shiny; about his mouth that always turns red so easily after getting fucked or kissed; about those sinful sounds he makes around Jude's cock that would put a whore to shame.

Jude is so very fucked.

Getting Gavi to his knees and letting him suck him off isn't even enough anymore.

He wants more.

**

Unfortunately for him, it's a long while before it happens again.

Jude considers asking around for Gavi's number or something, having already ruled out texting him on Instagram like a fangirl; that'd be too ridiculous. He might be desperate but not that much. But in the end he doesn't really do anything, feeling quite unsure about this whole thing and thinking that perhaps there's a reason they haven't exchanged numbers even after hooking up several times.

So he decides that the wait before the next time is much sweeter than getting rejected in case he texts Gavi and doesn't get a reply, which unfortunately isn't that unlikely, considering that Gavi has never shown any hints that he'd like anything more than what they're already doing.

It does happen again eventually - Jude was so close to reaching out; he was going crazy at that point - and this time he doesn't let Gavi get to his knees right away. He wants this to last; wants to draw it out.

He simply wants more.

"What is it? I thought you wanted..." Gavi says, trailing off, his frown deepening and making him look unsure and confused.

"I do," Jude says and can't help leaning in to suck on Gavi's bottom lip that's sticking out in a little pout. When he pulls away, Gavi leans forward, following after him, clearly seeking Jude's mouth, before probably realizing what he's doing and drawing back.

Jude leans in again and kisses Gavi softly, just a gentle peck that's more teasing than anything else, darting his tongue out to lick at Gavi's lips, before pulling away again. Gavi whimpers and looks at Jude with a betrayed expression on his face, that little pout of his making its appearance again.

Jude isn't sure what he's doing, if he's honest. He simply knows he's been so fucking desperate for this, he just wants to see that Gavi wants it as bad as he does. Because Jude really fucking missed this. He missed Gavi's mouth around his cock, of course, but also just him in general.

He tried fucking a couple of people since the last time they'd met and while it wasn't horrible or anything, it simply wasn't the same. He didn't leave feeling satisfied and it definitely didn't make him feel like he wanted more of any of them. He doesn't know if maybe there was something wrong with them or if he's the problem, always fucking thinking about Gavi and ending up comparing them to him in his head, but he does know that he needed this.

He brushes two fingers over Gavi's mouth and his already hard cock throbs when Gavi instantly lets it fall open, the tip of his tongue coming out to lick the pads of Jude's fingers.

And Jude has been thinking about this a lot.

About how much Gavi loves having his mouth full, whether it's Jude's cock or his tongue. And he's always so deliciously responsive, it's ridiculous. If it were anyone else, Jude would honestly think Gavi's moans when his mouth is stuffed full of cock are simply too pornographic to be real, but they actually sound genuine and Gavi doesn't seem experienced enough in sucking cock to pretend like that and the way his eyes always glaze over is definitely very real.

"Your mouth is very sensitive," he comments, his voice coming out impressively casual, as if his dick isn't currently leaking and straining persistently against the zipper of his trousers. He wonders if Gavi's even aware of this sort of oral fixation he seems to have going on, or if he does it all instinctively, without realising.

Whatever the answer might be, Jude would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

It's honestly one of the hottest things Jude's ever experienced.

Gavi's eyebrows twitch now at the words and he blushes and he doesn't seem to know what to answer to that, but that's perfectly okay, because Jude doesn't really expect a reply, anyway. He pushes the two fingers inside Gavi's mouth and relishes how his lips immediately wrap around the long digits, as if in instinct, like it's the most natural thing for Gavi to do. He sucks on them, drawing them deeper into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing and his tongue swirling around them like he can't get enough, a content moan leaving his mouth.

It's fucking obscene how Gavi's whole expression changes just because he has Jude's fingers in his mouth, the pure bliss on his face having Jude's cock pulsing in need.

"Fuck, you're gagging for it, aren't you?" He says, only slightly afraid that acknowledging it will freak Gavi out. If he's honest, Gavi looks well past that point, like the only thing he might do now is ask for more. "Just anything to keep your slutty, little mouth full, sucking on whatever I give you, like a sweet, little whore."

He doesn't know where all this filth is coming from, just knows it's all Gavi's fault for driving him mad just by looking like that, so fucking needy for it.

Gavi almost seems like he wants to protest at Jude's words now, but he only whines in reply and doesn't even stop sucking on Jude's fingers- because of course he fucking doesn't.

"You wanna suck my cock, Pablo?" He asks and Gavi nods, his eyes turning round and pleading. "Ask for it. Beg me," he says, now pulling his fingers out.

Gavi looks a bit conflicted at that and Jude wonders if he pushed too hard, but then a soft 'please' comes out of Gavi's mouth.

"Please what, love?" He asks and he knows he doesn't imagine the way Gavi's lashes flutter prettily at the pet name. He wants to tell Gavi to stop giving everything away, all his weak spots in display for Jude to take advantage of, but then he figures it's only fair, considering every little thing about Gavi turns Jude weak and needy in a way he's never felt before.

Gavi is his weakness, even if Gavi hasn't figured that out yet.

"Please, let me suck your cock," Gavi says a few moments later and he might have said it because Jude's asked him to, but it's obvious that he means it; that he wants it.

"Go on, then. On your knees," Jude tells him and tugs at his trousers and pants down around his thighs, freeing his cock, as Gavi kneels before him. He strokes himself and stares at Gavi, watching the other boy look at him in anticipation, his pupils so wide they swallow the lovely hazel of his eyes almost completely.

Jude guides his cock to Gavi's mouth and lets the tip rub against those soft lips that Gavi eagerly parts for him, his tongue slightly darting out expectantly. Jude taps his cockhead against Gavi's tongue, but doesn't push in just yet, even when Gavi lets out an impatient whine. It's not that he doesn't want to thrust inside Gavi's mouth, until his dick is wonderfully enveloped in that perfect, wet heat he's grown so familiar with, but he's in the mood to prolong this, to toy with Gavi a little.

He drags his cock against Gavi's pretty face, leaving a trail of precum across his smooth cheek, another wave of arousal rushing through him at the sight.

It makes him want to mark Gavi in every way possible, turn him into a nice, sloppy mess, come on his face and his body and inside him and lay his claim on him.

He's never felt such an overwhelming need to own someone before.

It's almost fucking scary how much he wants this.

He pulls slightly away again, stroking his cock, and doesn't miss the way Gavi's eyes keep tracing the movement, his tongue picking out to lick his lips.

"You want this?" Jude says, even though they've already established that yes, Gavi definitely wants this. Jude welcomes the nod he gets in reply anyway. "Yeah? How bad do you want it? Will you let me come on your face, baby?" He asks and he'd like to say that he uses the pet name on purpose to see Gavi's reaction to it, but the truth is the word slipped out of his mouth on its own, rolling off his tongue naturally.

Gavi makes a quiet, little noise and nods eagerly, because of course he does. He seems to love saying yes to Jude, welcoming whatever Jude has to offer- even when that is cum all over his pretty face.

Or especially then. Who fucking knows.

Jude's just certain he must have done something right in his previous life, if he deserves all this in this one.

He's not about to question it, either way.

"Good," he says and finally guides his cock into Gavi's mouth. "Open up."

It's fucking amazing like it always is.

Gavi's even needier than usual, like he's missed this as much as Jude has, if not more.

He really sucks dick like he was born to do so; like he was made to have his mouth full and his lips stretched around a fat, hard cock.

And maybe Jude likes to think that those pretty, pink lips belong around his cock specifically and not anyone else's; all of him just Jude's to kiss and taste and fill.

He wonders if Gavi's been with anyone else since they started this.

Logically he knows he doesn't really have a claim on Gavi and that he can't demand such things of him, but the irrational, possessive part of him goes fucking mad even at the thought of anyone that isn't him having Gavi in this way.

He wants to keep the boy just for himself.

He can't bear the thought of Gavi moaning like a trained whore around someone else's cock, kneeling before them and looking so beautiful and vulnerable and needy.

Jude should be the only one allowed to see him like this.

"You're always so eager to get on your knees for me," he says, the movement of his hips stilling completely, as he waits for Gavi to look up and meet his eyes. "Are you like this with everyone? Sucking every hard cock that comes your way?"

Gavi immediately shakes his head, even pulling away so he can say, "No."

"No?" Jude asks, raising his eyebrows in disbelief but still quite casual, as if that tiny, little word didn't make him almost shoot his load right there and then. "Is your mouth only for me then? Am I the only one that gets to have it?"

The questions make Gavi frown a little, as if realising he's giving away too much, but despite his hesitation he still answers. "Yes. Just you."

Jude can't hold back the loud groan that escapes him; Gavi sounds fucking earnest, like he truly means it and isn't just saying what Jude wants to hear.

He fucks his cock back into Gavi's welcoming mouth and he only has to thrust a few more times, desperate and uncoordinated but so fucking good, before pulling out and coming all over Gavi's face, white thick drops landing on his flushed cheeks and his mouth and leaking down his chin, even as Gavi tries to catch them with his tongue.

He's a proper mess and so, so beautiful, Jude wishes he could take a picture of him.

"Perfect," he says and before he can stop himself, he reaches towards Gavi and gathers some of the cum on his face with his thumb, before pushing it into Gavi's mouth, feeding it to him.

Unsurprisingly, Gavi sucks on it, licking it clean with his tongue, his eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure, sweet little moans leaving his mouth the whole time.

"Don't touch yourself," Jude says, when he notices that Gavi's hand is moving between his thighs, and hums approvingly when Gavi removes it.

He can't deny that it's unbelievably hot that Gavi gets off on him fucking his mouth, but today he wants to be the one to make Gavi come; to actually touch him.

He presses his thumb harder against Gavi's tongue, before slowly starting to pull it out, rubbing the wet finger over Gavi's red, swollen lips. There's no way someone would see Gavi right now and wouldn't be able to tell he was either kissed really thoroughly or had a dick in his mouth- or both in Gavi's case.

Jude removes his thumb completely eventually and Gavi gets up, reaching for some toilet paper to clean himself up.

"Let me," Jude says, stopping him.

He wets some toilet paper and brings it to Gavi's face, brushing it gently over his cheeks as he cleans up the mess, leaving glistening, smooth skin behind. Gavi's looking up at him the whole time, just soft and trusting and absolutely fucking with Jude's head.

It makes Jude feel terribly vulnerable and he's not sure whether he likes it or not, but he craves more of this anyway.

He leans in and places a kiss on Gavi's forehead before he can think better of it and stop himself, when he's done cleaning him, and he awkwardly clears his throat, averting his gaze as he gets rid of the toilet paper. Gavi doesn't comment on it, just keeps standing there, truly not realising how much power he's holding over Jude.

Jude circles an arm around his waist, drawing him closer, his other hand working Gavi's jeans open.

He slips his hand inside Gavi's boxers and takes hold of his cock, tugging at it with steady, firm strokes. Gavi moans and his hips stutter forward, seeking the friction Jude's fist is offering. His arms circle Jude's neck and he's pulling him closer and into a kiss and it's probably the first time Gavi actually initiates anything between them and Jude revels in it, hoping it actually means something, and he kisses Gavi soft and deep and languid, until Gavi's panting against his mouth and coming all over his hand.

Gavi rests his head on Jude's shoulder once he's done, catching his breath, and Jude lets him, running the hand that's not all sticky with cum up and down Gavi's back, letting his palm drift even lower to the swell of his ass, too.

Gavi pulls away eventually and Jude cleans himself up, as Gavi fixes his clothes, and he thankfully doesn't disappear before Jude can reach for him again, pulling him into another kiss.

It's like Jude can't let him go; like he can't get enough of him.

It's honestly fucking pathetic and he would probably care, if Gavi didn't seem to want this just as bad.

They kiss for a long while, as if they have all the time in the world, and they could have, if they were somewhere more private, instead of hiding in another random bathroom, yet again. Still, that clearly doesn't stop them from indulging into this, one kiss easily turning into a proper making out session that neither wants to put an end to.

They're both wonderfully breathless when they pull away after a long while and Jude would bet good money that Gavi's cock is most definitely getting hard again, just like his is.

"I want to fuck you," he says, before he can think better of it; lately and especially where Gavi's concerned Jude's proven several times that thinking is clearly not his thing, so he guesses this is very in character for him.

Gavi blinks up at him, his lips slightly parting, clearly surprised. Jude can't blame him. They've never talked about this-

Or anything really, but whatever.

It's not too late to start now, Jude guesses.

"Okay," Gavi replies and Jude feels a jolt of excitement run through him.

"Yeah?"

Gavi nods.

"I can get us a hotel room. Or we can go to my house. Whatever you want," Jude says and a cute, little frown appears on Gavi's face as he thinks about it.

"Your house," he says at last.

If Jude's honest he prefers it to some impersonal, random hotel room. He's never taken anyone to his house, both because it always felt like a big step he didn't want to take with whoever he was fucking at the time and because it never seemed safe. He knows now obviously that Gavi's not going to stalk him afterwards or anything like a creepy fan, and while it still feels like a big step, this time Jude's more than willing to take it. This feels more significant for some reason; it wouldn't feel right to take Gavi to some hotel room like he's just like everyone else Jude's fucked.

And this thought should definitely scare him, but he's feeling too excited and giddy right now to worry about the extent of his feelings for Gavi.

**

It doesn't take them long to get to Jude's house and then straight to his room, the tension thick in the air between them since the moment they got into Jude's car.

Jude refuses to let this get awkward - it might be the first time they've actually talked about it before something happens between them, but it's still them and that probably doesn't mean much, considering they're not really anything, but it always feels so right and natural when they're together, Jude wants this to be like that, too. So, he cradles Gavi's face in his hands and leans in for a nice, slow kiss, feeling Gavi eventually relax into it.

"I wanted to ask you something," Jude says when they pull away and Gavi frowns a little, but nods for Jude to continue. It might not be a good idea to bring this up now, especially when there's a possibility it'll ruin the mood, but it's been eating at him for a long time now, he can't help it, he needs to know.

"Why do you always leave right away when we're done?" He asks and can see the surprise clear in Gavi's expressive eyes, followed by confusion.

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes," Jude replies, the answer coming out almost too easily.

"Oh," Gavi says, still looking quite surprised, but for once Jude can't decipher the other emotions he can see on the other boy's expression.

"You don't? It's okay if you-"

"No, I do," Gavi interrupts him, pausing for a moment, before continuing. "Okay, maybe not the first time, but definitely the last few."

"Then why didn't you?"

He shrugs now and averts his gaze, his blush coming back in full force. Jude honestly didn't know his cheeks could go so red; he wants to reach and brush his fingers over the flushed skin, feel the heat of Gavi's blush, lean in and press his lips there, too. He looks fucking lovely- and Jude has to shake his head to clear his thoughts and focus back on the conversation they're having. A conversation he started and yet somehow managed to get distracted from.

Even though he starts thinking Gavi might not actually give him an answer, because he's been silent for several seconds and perhaps that shrug is the only reply Jude is going to get.

He's about to say that it's fine if Gavi doesn't want to tell him and drop the subject completely, not wanting to ruin the mood, when Gavi finally starts talking.

"I guess, I dunno, I just always get really embarrassed afterwards, like, I mean... you know, about how I get during--"

"Are you fucking joking?" Jude interrupts him before he can't stop himself. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I love how-" needy, desperate, greedy, eager, hungry for it, Jude doesn't say any of that, not wanting to say the wrong thing or make Gavi feel even more embarrassed. That's definitely not his intention right now. "- how you get when we're together, it's so fucking hot, you have no idea. It always drives me fucking crazy, I swear," he says earnestly, now feeling a bit embarrassed himself, his reply maybe too enthusiastic, but it's the truth and perhaps Gavi deserves to know it. Especially if it'll manage to convince him that seeing Gavi get all needy and desperate when they're together like this is Jude's favourite thing and Gavi has nothing to worry about. "Also, you're not leaving tonight," Jude says, or more like informs Gavi and leans in for another sweet kiss, muffling the soft 'okay' and the content, little sigh that escapes Gavi's mouth.

His hands find their way to Gavi's waist, slipping under his shirt and caressing bare, smooth skin, feeling the goosebumps rising over Gavi's flesh under his palms. He squeezes Gavi's sides, relishing being able to touch him but also wanting more; so much more.

He slowly slides the shirt up and pulls it off completely, abandoning it carelessly somewhere on the floor. His own shirt follows, their hands working quickly until every piece of clothing they were wearing has joined their shirts and they're both naked.

Jude finds Gavi's mouth with his own again, their lips attached as he guides them towards the bed, letting Gavi fall onto it on his back and following right after, hovering over him. Gavi's legs fall open almost immediately, allowing Jude to settle between them, both of them refusing to break the kiss.

Gavi's naked body is pressed against his own and it already feels amazing and Jude has no idea how the fuck he spent all these months not touching Gavi when he was right there. It feels impossible now to keep his hands off him and not touch him everywhere.

He wants to become familiar with Gavi's body; wants to taste and kiss and caress and mark every part of him until there's not a single centimeter of Gavi's body that Jude hasn't laid his claim on.

Want isn't even accurate at this point. It's a need now. It makes his fingers ache to reach and touch and bruise.

Good thing Gavi seems as eager as always to give Jude whatever Jude wants to take.

And tonight Jude wants to take everything.

He goes slowly though, taking his time just kissing Gavi, wanting to make up for all those times Gavi left way too soon, without giving Jude the chance to enjoy him as much as he would like. Gavi's hips rock upwards every few seconds but other than that he's being perfectly patient, letting Jude set the pace, his hands roaming over Jude's body, as well, his mouth just as responsive to Jude's kisses as it always is.

Jude doesn't know how much time they spend just lying there pressed together and kissing, but he knows it's a long while before either of them breaks the kiss. Somehow it's still not enough, but Jude is looking forward to the main event of the night, too, and he might be taking it quite slow, but he's not as patient as he might seem.

He brushes his hand over Gavi's hard cock, the touch more teasing than anything else, and moves lower, until he can rub his fingers against Gavi's tiny, little hole that hopefully will soon be stretched around his cock.

Gavi inhales sharply and his legs fall further open when Jude starts circling his rim, letting the tip of a finger push against the tight opening, but without breaching it yet.

"You like having your hole played with?" He asks, meeting Gavi's eyes, and he doesn't miss the other boy's hesitation.

Gavi shrugs after a moment or two, his blush having turned bright red at this point.

It was genuine curiosity and interest that made him ask, just wanting to know what Gavi enjoys, but Gavi's reaction to his question makes him pause, a realisation hitting him.

"Never been fucked before?"

Gavi averts his gaze and laughs, the sound coming out quite awkward and strained. "Are you trying to make me feel more embarrassed than I already do?"

"Hey, no, I'm sorry. You don't have anything to be embarrassed about," he says and he means it. Honestly, the most embarrassing thing in this situation is probably Jude's cock throbbing excitedly at the knowledge he'll be the first one to fuck Gavi and be inside him. Gavi doesn't need to know that. Jude leans in to kiss him briefly, before meeting Gavi's eyes. "I'll make it good for you, yeah, baby? Real fucking good," he promises and Gavi whimpers at that, all soft and eager and perfect.

"Not fucking fair," he whines, probably complaining about the effect Jude's words have on him, but Jude’s quite sure that at the same time he’s absolutely loving it too.

Jude grins and leans in to kiss him again, just one more kiss, slow and deep, before reaching to grab the lube from the first drawer of the nightstand.

"I've never been fucked, but I've fingered myself before," Gavi tells him then, surprising him. He wasn't expecting Gavi to offer more information about this on his own but he definitely appreciates it- and so does his cock.

Just the thought of Gavi naked, splayed out on his bed, fucking himself with his fingers, makes Jude's dick leak at the tip and he knows he'll be thinking about this later on his own, too. Maybe next time they’re together he'll make Gavi prep himself for his cock, while he just lies there beside him and enjoys the nice view, giving Gavi instructions on how to finger himself.

He barely manages to hold back a groan at his own fantasies - that he's determined to make them come true in the near future - and focuses on the present again, on Gavi.

"Did you like it?" He asks, as he lubes up his fingers, before moving them between Gavi's thighs, gently rubbing at his entrance, giving him some time to get used to the touch.

"Y- yes," Gavi answers, his voice coming out a bit shaky and he squirms a little on the sheets, as Jude's fingers keep teasing him. "A lot. It was a bit weird at first that I liked it so much."

Just when Jude thought this whole thing couldn't get hotter. Trust Gavi to manage to make Jude's brain malfunction just with a few words.

"Yeah? How many fingers do you usually use?" He asks, just as he pushes one inside Gavi, slowly sliding it all the way into him.

Gavi gasps and bites down at his bottom lip. He looks a bit hesitant to reply, as if he's afraid he's going to give away too much, but after a few seconds he starts speaking. The finger moving in and out of him probably helps a little, making him lose his inhibitions a bit easier.

"Usually three," he says then, providing Jude with more details, helping him conjure the image of Gavi touching himself like that. "Sometimes four when I'm really horny and I want something to stretch me and fill me up, but it doesn't always work," he says, a pout forming on his kiss-swollen lips probably without him even realising it.

"Why? Are your fingers not enough, baby?" He asks, half teasing, half serious, and definitely not ready for Gavi's nod.

"Yes, sometimes they aren't. I, uh, I thought about buying a dildo or something, but I was too embarrassed, so I never actually got one," Gavi says with a little shrug, looking a bit more shy than moments ago, as if only now realising what he's said.

Jude's positive he's never been harder in his life.

He's leaking so much, his cock is probably slick enough to slide right inside Gavi at this point- which he won't do of course, because he wants to do this right for Gavi, but he truly thinks he could.

He can't decide what's hotter; Gavi being so needy that having four fingers inside him wasn't enough? Or imagining Gavi, all horny and desperate, fucking himself with a dildo? Or the fact that his cock is going to be the first thing that'll be inside Gavi and might sate that need of his for more.

"Did I say something wrong?” Gavi says then, drawing Jude out of his thoughts. It's only then he realises he's been quiet and fantasizing for long enough that Gavi noticed him zoning out and that his finger has stopped moving in and out of Gavi, because apparently Jude managed to get distracted from Gavi by his thoughts about Gavi.

This boy is going to drive him mad, Jude's sure of it.

"No, quite the opposite actually," Jude says. "It'll be a miracle if I'll last more than two seconds when I get inside you."

The words make Gavi giggle and that's absolutely adorable, but the giggles also cause his body to squirm a little and his hole clenches around Jude's finger and that's more than enough to distract Jude from the cuteness and make him focus on the aching need in the pit of his stomach to bury his cock into Gavi's welcoming body.

Or perhaps it's the cuteness that makes Jude want to fuck Gavi stupid.

Or it's just Gavi and Jude is already too gone on the other boy.

He slightly shakes his head and focuses back on the task at hand, easing in two fingers now, reveling in the little sigh Gavi lets out. Jude's heard him moan during kissing and when his mouth is full of cock and now he can't wait to hear how he sounds when he's being fucked. He's already getting a first taste of it, as Gavi pants and keeps letting out desperate, little humming noises every time Jude slides his fingers into him.

It doesn't take him long to add a third one, Gavi's body opening up beautifully for him, making Jude even more impatient to sink his cock in him. He doesn't rush it though; he's planning to keep his promise to Gavi to make it good for him. He wants to make sure Gavi never forgets it- never forgets him, even if he decides this was a kind of one-time thing.

Jude really hopes that's not the case.

He can't help smiling, when he brushes over Gavi's prostate, eliciting a loud moan from him, clearly unable to even try and hold back this one.

"Fuck," he gasps out, wonderfully breathless, and Jude does it again, makes sure the pads of his finger rub against that sweet, little spot inside Gavi every time he fucks his fingers into him.

"Yeah? Feel good?" He asks, the smile staying on his face when Gavi immediately nods his head. "So, are three fingers still not enough?"

"No, I think normally they probably would be enough just fine. Your fingers are thicker and longer than mine," he says, a little frown forming between his eyebrows, as if it takes great effort to concentrate enough to get the words out; it probably does, what with Jude still working his fingers in and out of him, teasing his prostate. "But they're definitely not enough now that I know I can have your cock inside me, instead."

Jude groans helplessly and honestly wants to glare at Gavi, because if he keeps this up, Jude will really end up coming before they even start, but looking at him with anything but actual fucking hearts in his eyes is impossible.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week without thinking about me," Jude says and even that is an understatement; he feels unable to convey with words how fucking much he wants Gavi right now.

And of course Gavi still manages to make it worse-

Better.

"You can try," he says and it sounds both like permission and like a challenge and Jude's most definitely planning to do so.

He adds some more lube and moves his fingers in and out a few more times, making sure Gavi’s ready for him, before removing them completely. He grabs a condom and rolls it on his cock, spreading some lube over it, as well. He wipes his hand on the sheets that will get ruined anyway and leans in, hovering over Gavi so he can press their lips together.

"You'll tell me if it gets too much, yeah? We'll go at your pace," he says and doesn't miss the way Gavi's eyes shine with what seems to be amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"Yeah, okay," Gavi agrees, not as patient now, hooking one of his legs over Jude's hips, clearly prompting him to get on with it.

Jude lines himself up with Gavi's entrance and pushes in, careful and slow, giving Gavi's body time to open up for him. Gavi still whines as Jude slides deeper and deeper inside him, but his leg only tightens around Jude, as if saying keep going.

Jude obliges, only stopping when he's bottomed out, leaning in to kiss Gavi, one of his hands caressing Gavi's soft, messy locks, hoping it's at least a little soothing. Gavi's tight around him, so incredibly tight, and Jude might be staying still for his benefit, wanting Gavi to get accustomed to the intrusion, but the truth is he needs to pause for a moment or two as well, feeling overwhelmed by the firm grip of Gavi's slick hole around his cock.

He starts rolling his hips eventually, just grinding into Gavi, both of them moaning at the delicious friction created by every movement he makes.

"How's this then? Still need more?" Jude asks and Gavi immediately shakes his head, beautiful hazel eyes blinking up at him.

"No. It's perfect. So full. Feels so big inside me," Gavi says, his body slightly tightening around Jude, and it's indeed absolutely perfect.

Jude was already obsessed with fucking Gavi's face, but he guesses Gavi's mouth isn't the only hole of his that was made for Jude's cock, after all. Gavi's slick walls keep clinging around him as he moves, now slightly pulling out, before sliding back inside the wonderful, wet heat of Gavi's body.

He increases his pace as he keeps moving, thrusting into Gavi faster, harder.

Gavi takes it all so fucking well, like he was born to get fucked, and he keeps moaning, desperate little whines leaving his pretty lips every few moments, clearly enjoying this. Jude doesn't hold back anymore, lets himself rut into him relentlessly, the noise of their bodies slamming together as Jude pounds into his eager, little hole sounding almost brutal, complementing Gavi's sweet, needy whimpers perfectly.

They keep going like this for a long while, Jude ramming his cock into Gavi with forceful, precise thrusts and somehow still needing to get deeper inside the other boy; deep enough until he can make a space for himself inside Gavi that no one else will ever be able to fill. And Gavi's being so fucking good for him, like he always is, letting himself be fucked into the mattress and moaning wantonly, almost as if thanking Jude for giving him his cock.

And if he looked mesmerizing while getting his mouth stuffed, he looks even better when he's getting fucked. Sprawled out under him, with his lips parted and his eyes big and glossy and with a flush that travels from his face down to his collarbone and chest, painting his milky skin prettily pink, all the more tempting Jude to lean in and taste him.

Which he absolutely does, reaching to mouth at Gavi's jawline and lower at his neck, kissing and sucking and biting at it like a starving man that all he needs to survive is Gavi.

Every little nibble and lick on the sensitive flesh of his throat, has Gavi clenching around him, and Jude might have been doing a great job prolonging this so far, but it feels almost impossible to do so now. He knows it won't take him long to get there.

He's slightly distracted from his thoughts when Gavi's hand on the back of his head draws him up and into a kiss, and he goes easily to him, letting Gavi kiss him and suck on his tongue. And, God, even that is almost too much. Gavi's always enthusiastic when they kiss, but it seems like getting fucked definitely doesn't dampen down his desire to keep his mouth full and busy. If anything, that seems to be stronger; even more intense than before.

"Getting close," he warns when they pull away, feeling the familiar pressure in his groin building up, his orgasm approaching. Gavi nods, his hips bucking upwards, trying to meet Jude's thrusts, encouraging Jude to pound into him harder, Gavi's whole body rocking back and forth with every movement.

Jude reaches to stroke Gavi's neglected dick, wanting them to reach their orgasms together, only for Gavi to stop him, shaking his head.

"No, don't. Just-- wanna feel full," he says, his voice so beautifully wrecked and whiny that Jude's brain takes a few seconds to actually focus on the actual words and not how ruined Gavi sounds. "Give me your fingers. Want them in my mouth. Please."

Jude groans and doesn't waste any time before obliging and pushing two of his fingers inside Gavi's mouth, watching how eagerly Gavi welcomes them inside, his hands coming to grip Jude's wrist, moving it impatiently and moaning in pleasure as he starts sucking on them, making wet filthy sounds that go straight to Jude's cock. Even though, even simply the sight of Gavi like this, so gone and fucked out, with both his holes perfectly full, would have definitely been enough to send Jude over the edge anyway.

He delivers a few more unforgiving thrusts, his orgasm only seconds away, and somehow Gavi beats him to it, his hole spasming helplessly around Jude just as he comes between their stomachs, his eyes fluttering shut. Jude follows right after, shooting his release inside the condom, pumping his cock in and out of Gavi a few times, letting his tight hole milk him dry, but he doesn't pull out right away when he's done.

Gavi's still sucking on his fingers, but the desperation from earlier is missing. Now it's lazy, almost as if his mouth and tongue are moving on instinct, the sight somehow both sweet and obscene, making Jude's dick twitch. He might have just come but his body is still reacting enthusiastically to how lovely Gavi looks when he's all fucked out like this.

Jude slides his fingers out slowly, caressing Gavi’s spit-slick lower lip with his thumb. “So can you only come when you have something in your mouth?” He asks and it seems to be the wrong thing to say, because Gavi’s calm and content expression turns serious as he glares at Jude.

“What? No,” he replies immediately, his frown deepening. “Are you making fun of me?” He asks and squirms under Jude, as if trying to shift away from him, but Jude doesn’t let him. He presses Gavi to the mattress, letting his weight do the job and stop Gavi’s squirming.

“Hey hey, no. I’m not making fun of you, baby,” Jude rushes to say, his words having Gavi lying perfectly still underneath him again, his expression thankfully softening. “I’m just curious,” Jude says, smiling when Gavi simply nods his head. Jude’s still teasing his lips with his thumb and he presses inside just a little, his smile widening when Gavi’s mouth slightly parts for him. “So when did you realise you like having something in your pretty mouth?”

He receives another glare from Gavi, but this one is half-hearted at best. “When you pointed out,” he mumbles, soft lips brushing against the pad of Jude’s thumb as he speaks. “Months ago you, uh, you said I have a sensitive mouth and it made me think. Until then I thought I was just overwhelmed because I didn’t have much experience with all this and that what I was feeling was normal.”

“It is normal,” Jude argues and Gavi just shrugs in reply, unsure. “Talk to me about it. How does it feel when you have my cock in your mouth?”

Gavi blushes and his expression turns into a combination of glaring and pouting and Jude kind of expects to be told to fuck off, but Gavi actually answers after a long pause. “I don’t know how to explain it. It- it’s nice. It kinda feels like my brain shuts down, but in a good way, allowing me to just float around and enjoy the moment.”

Jude hums, letting him know he’s listening.

“It just– afterwards, sometimes, it leaves me feeling vulnerable. It was even worse in the beginning. That’s why the first time I basically ran out of the bathroom,” Gavi tells him and Jude nods in understanding; he knows it can’t be easy for Gavi to share this with him and he truly appreciates it.

“How about now? Does it still make you feel like that?”

Gavi shakes his head, biting down at the bottom lip Jude is still absentmindedly caressing with his thumb. “Now it’s different because I trust you.”

Jude smiles and gently cups Gavi’s cheek as he leans in to peck his mouth. “I’m really happy that you do, love,” he says, reveling in the soft, genuine smile Gavi offers him. “I’m gonna get a towel to clean us up, yeah?”

Gavi nods and Jude quickly makes his way to the bathroom, getting rid of the condom and coming back with a damp towel, as promised. He wipes Gavi’s cum off them and then gently brushes the soft fabric of the towel between Gavi’s legs, until his hole is clean, without any traces of lube.

Jude lies on the bed as well then, settling beside Gavi. "You better not be getting ready to disappear on me again now," he says, his voice light and teasing, but he thinks it's probably quite easy for Gavi to see through all that and understand that Jude actually wants him to stay. This isn’t like all the other times they hooked up and not only because they fucked. Especially now, after Gavi shared something so important and personal with him.

"Nope. You said I'm staying tonight," Gavi says, turning to lie on his side so they’re facing each other, and meeting Jude's eyes. "Besides I don't think my legs have started working again yet, anyway."

Jude laughs and draws him closer, feeling a bit relieved when Gavi goes to him so easily, letting Jude wrap him in his arms. This is also new for them and it's a bit scary, soft and intimate in a way they haven't been with each other so far, but Gavi seems happy to be cuddled, so Jude lets him relax into it. It'd honestly be embarrassing how they're basically clinging to one another, but both of them seem to be just as needy right now, so he guesses it's absolutely fine for them to be embarrassing together.

"I think I'm gonna keep you," Jude all but announces, emphasising his words by tightening his arms around Gavi.

"I don't think there was really ever another choice since that first time I sucked your cock," Gavi says and Jude might not be able to see him right now, what with Gavi currently nuzzling into the crook of his neck, but he can hear the smile in the tone of his voice. It makes Jude smile, too.

Gavi's definitely not wrong on this.

**

Things are different after that night.

They stop meeting only when it's convenient and they simply happen to be at the same place, now actually making sure to find time for one another as much as possible, spending days at each other's house every chance they get, when their schedules allow them to do so.

They also text a lot and talk on the phone all the time and they're pretty much in a relationship at this point, even if they haven't quite talked about it. Jude’s quite sure they both already know it anyway and maybe that’s what matters.

So, yeah, they've been spending a lot of time together the last couple of months and it's always fun, whether they're just hanging out or fucking or playing FIFA or whatever else they might be in the mood for. It's really fucking nice.

They've also been exploring Pablo's oral fixation a bit, because that's definitely what it is. Pablo's still embarrassed about it sometimes, but has accepted that Jude's really fucking into it, absolutely loving how Pablo gets every time something is keeping his mouth full and busy.

It's honestly a problem, because if Pablo has an oral fixation, Jude has a Pablo fixation at this point. Every time he happens to see innocent little videos on Tiktok or random interviews of Pablo, Pablo's always chewing gum or worrying his lower lip with his teeth or even chewing the string of his hoodie and all Jude can focus on is his pretty mouth, thoughts of what it's able to do and how absolutely lovely it looks when it's stretched around his cock come to Jude's mind, managing to turn him on in seconds. It's unfair, the effect this has on him.

Then again, unfair wouldn't exactly be the word he'd use when it comes to this situation.

Because he definitely doesn't feel that it's unfair to have Pablo's eager mouth keeping his cock warm, while he's sprawled on the couch, relaxing and playing FIFA.

They're at his house, settled on the couch, Jude sitting there with a controller in his hands and Pablo's head on his lap, his dick enveloped by the familiar, wet heat of Pablo's mouth. Pablo's not doing much, just lies there quietly, occasionally sucking gently on the tip and humming softly, sounding perfectly content to be right where he is.

It's the first time they're trying this and it seems to be going well, considering Jude's lost count of how many games he's played since they started and Pablo has yet to move. Jude’s perfect, little cockwarmer.

The only problem is that while when they started this, Jude was calm and able to focus on FIFA just fine, right now it feels like Pablo's been edging him for fucking ages and he's desperate to move; wants to hold Pablo's face and start fucking into it, or turn him around, press him to the couch and bury his saliva-slick cock inside Pablo’s pink, little hole. Just anything that'll give some real friction and relief to his aching dick.

Pablo looks perfectly peaceful like this though when Jude quickly glances down at him and he can't bring himself to shake him out of it, just because he's horny and can't help himself.

He reaches to stroke Pablo's hair, the controller forgotten on the couch beside him, the game already lost. Pablo all but purrs and melts under his touch, his eyes fluttering open and finding Jude's.

"Good?" Jude asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer just by looking at Pablo's expression.

Pablo hums in reply anyway and Jude feels the vibrations of it around his cock that twitches eagerly in Pablo's mouth, probably asking for more. Or at least Jude is.

He shifts on his seat a little, trying to control the urge to buck his hips up, but Pablo notices of course. He pulls off Jude's cock with an obscene, wet sound, and sits up, settling on Jude’s thighs and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, his hand finding Jude's dick, starting to stroke him with lazy, slow tugs. Jude has to bite back a moan, the touch more teasing than anything else, not offering him the friction he so desperately needs.

"What are you thinking about?" Pablo asks him, just as he runs his thumb around the tip, pressing at his slit, making Jude's stomach tighten with arousal. Jude might know what turns Pablo into a needy, whimpering mess, but Pablo knows him just as well; knows what buttons to press to get a reaction out of Jude.

Just like now, toying with his foreskin and letting the blunt nail of his thumb graze over his slit, all while looking up at Jude with wide, almost innocent eyes, as if he's not fully aware of the effect this has on Jude.

"I'm thinking about pinning you down to the couch and sinking my cock inside you," he says earnestly and it's clearly the answer Pablo was hoping for, if the wide grin that spreads on his lips is anything to go by.

And that's all the prompting Jude needs before he moves, making good on his word.

Pablo goes easily as Jude maneuvers him around, positioning him on the couch until he's on his stomach, raising his hips up to pull down his boxers and expose those pert, round cheeks. Pablo arches his back invitingly, the too loose t-shirt he's wearing - that of course belongs to Jude - riding up to his shoulder blades, revealing more smooth skin and taut muscles to Jude's hungry eyes.

He doesn't bother with prep, knowing Pablo's body well enough by now that he's certain Pablo's still nice and loose from earlier, when they fucked this morning, and besides his cock is slick enough with spit that probably makes up for any lack of prep, anyway.

He presses the head to Pablo's entrance and then pushes inside in one smooth motion, burying himself in Pablo's body to the hilt. He squeezes Pablo's asscheeks and spreads him open, watching his dick move in and out of him, relishing how obscene and huge his cock always looks compared to Pablo's cute, tight hole.

He ruts into him with almost brutal thrusts, eliciting deliciously broken whimpers from Pablo who keeps rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself on Jude's cock, being a greedy, little thing like always.

"So fucking hungry for it," he comments, he can't help it. Especially when he knows how Pablo gets when Jude talks to him like that, because he might look like an innocent angel, but in reality he's a cock-hungry, little slut. "You just can't get enough, can you? No matter how many times I give you my cock, you still want more."

Pablo moans out loud in reply, clenching tightly around Jude, and doesn't even try to deny it.

Not that it would make any difference.

Jude's woken up with Pablo's mouth around his cock enough times by now to know that his words are one hundred percent true.

Not that Jude's complaining. He fucking loves this. It's almost scary how compatible they are in bed- and honestly in every other aspect of their relationship, too. Jude's never believed in fate or anything like that, but most of the time - and not even only when he's buried inside Pablo - it truly feels like Pablo was made for him; like they were made for each other.

It's fucking sappy and he still remembers the pure fondness on Pablo's face when Jude let that slip out once after sex, and it was definitely embarrassing but also totally worth it, just to see Pablo looking at him like that.

He's drawn back to the present when he notices that Pablo's already tugging at his cock, which means he's getting close. Not that Jude's doing much better. His thrusts have grown erratic and uncoordinated and they'd probably be considered selfish, because Jude's mostly focused on chasing his orgasm now, if only he didn’t know just how much Pablo loves getting railed.

Like he said: perfectly compatible.

They reach their orgasms almost simultaneously and Pablo tightens around him, just as Jude fills him up with his load, reveling in the little whines Pablo keeps letting out. They've made a fucking mess again, but Jude can hardly bring himself to care right now, collapsing on the couch half on top of Pablo, nuzzling into the back of his neck and mouthing at the sweaty skin there.

"So perfect for me," he murmurs, his lips still brushing against Pablo's flesh, his arm that's draped over Pablo's waist tightening Jude's hold on him, drawing him closer. "And so, so pretty. And all mine," he continues, before he can stop himself.

"You always get so sappy after coming," Pablo says, giggling, and turns around so they're both lying on their sides, facing each other. "It's adorable. Never stop, please," Pablo tells him and that's definitely something he can do, Jude can't help but think, just as Pablo leans in for a kiss. If anything, he's sure the sappiness will only get worse from now on, even judging simply from the content sigh that escaped him when his lips touched Pablo's just seconds ago.

Yeah. His Pablo Gavi fixation is turning into a lot more than that and perhaps the scariest part of it all is that Jude more than welcomes it.