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Things were bleak, and even that felt like an understatement. They weren’t getting any better - that much was clear. Julian had played the full 90 again, and no matter how often he told himself things would turn around, progress never came.
At least not today.
He didn’t bother with the usual post-match routines, like shaking hands with the opponents, giving quick nods to the staff, or offering a vague wave to the fans. All of it had started to feel pointless. Meaningless gestures that couldn’t fix anything. Before he even realised, he was already heading to the tunnel.
He knew the drill: a shower, a few tired comments in the dressing room about how shit everything was, then a silent bus ride back to the hotel. After that, he’d go online, scroll past whatever disaster the media had cooked up about him and the team, and then pass out cold.
A comfortably numb routine.
But even that numbed peace was still far away. For now, he was stuck inside the damn stadium - hot lights, ugly Red Bull tapestries, sweat soaking through his kit, and hair sticking to his forehead. The hallways were a blur of movement and noise, way faster and louder than his mind could handle.
As he moved down the corridor, he kept his head low, trying not to catch anyone’s eye. But a few meters ahead, two familiar figures were standing near the wall, deep in conversation.
Marco Rose’s voice was low but animated, talking in a calm rhythm. Niko Kovac stood beside him with his arms crossed, nodding along.
A strange surge of discomfort crawled through Julian, and he quickly averted his eyes, forcing an awkward smile, hoping they hadn't noticed him. He didn’t even know why he felt that way - probably some sort of embarrassment.
No such luck.
“Jule,” Kovac called out gently, excusing himself from Rose and already walking toward him.
“Coach.”
Kovac gave him a not-too-formal nod that, thankfully, didn’t look overly critical. “How are you?” he asked, searching Julian’s face thoughtfully.
Julian shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Alright,” he muttered, unconvincing even to himself.
“Just tired.”
Kovac didn’t push. “That was a tough one. You did what you could.”
Julian almost laughed at that, but the sound didn’t come out. “I guess…”
Kovac watched him for a moment. “It’s not all on you. But I get it.”
There was a pause, and Julian avoided eye contact.
“We’ll work through this together. Let’s meet up a bit later to go over your performance privately, alright? Nothing heavy,” the coach reassured.
“Sure.” Julian nodded sharply, though without much enthusiasm.
Kovac gave him a brief clap on the shoulder before heading back.
Julian lingered for a second before finally continuing down the hallway. He passed by Marco Rose, and their eyes met just for a moment. Julian hesitated, parting his lips like he might say something. But he didn’t. He just kept walking.
The noise in the locker room was the usual storm of frustration - short tempers, muttered swearing in a couple different languages - but Julian isolated himself from it as much as he could.
He stayed in the same position for fifteen minutes, still in his soaked kit. Elbows on his knees, phone in hand, doom-scrolling through notifications.
“The vice-captain of Borussia Dortmund caught in another trainwreck of a performance.”
The badge on his shirt felt heavy, as did the number on his back. Julian’s mind raced with possibilities. What if Niko wanted to drop him from the team and strip him of his vice-captaincy? Maybe that second option was for the best, but the thought made his stomach twist.
He decided it was time to face his concerns.
A few minutes later, he met the coach, took a deep breath, and followed him into an office in the stadium, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Niko leaned against the desk and crossed his arms.
“Sit,” he said quietly.
Julian obeyed. His legs bounced slightly and he didn’t know where to look. At his boots? The floor? His coach’s face?
Kovac was watching him concerned, focused.
“I know it’s been rough lately,” he started, “and I’m not here to drag you through the mud. That’s not what this is.”
“Wouldn’t blame you if it was.” Julian looked down at his hands. They’d already started sweating, and as he noticed it, his jaw tensed.
Kovac shook his head.
“Come on, Julian. You know better than anyone that I believe in you. You’re vice-captain, yeah? You’re expected to lead. You think you suddenly have to say all the right things, be involved in everything, fix what’s broken… like you’ve got to be more than what you are. But it doesn’t have to be that way.”
There was a beat of silence. Julian finally looked up. “I don’t know, I feel like I’m letting everyone down,” he admitted. “The team, the fans…” He paused. “You. And every match just makes it worse. I keep thinking that maybe this is all I’ve got left.”
Kovac leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Jule, you’re focusing on all the wrong things. Okay, not entirely, but that’s not what the club needs from you.”
His voice was soft but steady, he was genuinely concerned. “It’s not why you got that number, or the role. You don’t need to become someone else.”
He continued, then stood and stepped closer to Julian.
“The point of it, Jule, is to lead by being more of who you already are. Through your game, your rhythm… your instincts.” His voice sounded determined. He knew he was right about this, but Julian couldn’t feel it.
Julian gave a tired nod as a response, his throat tight - and then he felt his coach closer. So much closer.
“Just you, Julian. Not some made-up version of a perfect leader.”
The coach’s hand moved up and shortly his fingers started working the back of Julian’s neck. His thumb pressed gently into the tense muscles in slow circles, comforting the player. Julian finally looked up and the doubt was clear in his eyes.
“But when things go to shit, like tonight… it always feels like it’s on me. Like I’m the face of it.”
His words were full of self-consciousness, but at the same time, he seemed to relax under the touch, his shoulders softening under Kovac's skilled hand. He could feel faint red marks forming on his skin from the light pressure.
“You’re not the face of anything except your own effort,” Kovac replied in a low voice that sent shivers down Julian’s spine. Then he knelt to see him eye to eye.
“You think I’d let someone I didn’t trust have that role?”
Julian swallowed hard, feeling the pain in his throat, overwhelmed by the sudden closeness and tension radiating from his coach.
“No. I don’t think so…” he murmured, looking straight into Niko’s face with uncertainty.
Kovac's hand moved to Julian’s cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat before tracing his jawline slowly. He was upsettingly close now.
“I only want to help you, Jule,” he whispered against the player’s mouth, their foreheads almost touching.
Julian felt his coach’s warm breath on his lips, and at the sound of those words, he was left breathless. His chest began to rise and fall in a deep, unexpected rhythm.
Niko was unable to contain himself any longer. He leaned forward and kissed the player without invitation.
Julian’s eyes widened in surprise, but his body responded almost instantly. His lips parted as Niko’s wet tongue slipped confidently into his mouth. Niko was sure he wouldn’t be rejected and he was proven right.
Julian gasped into the kiss.
It wasn’t just a fleeting touch on the lips, that Julian could justify as a gesture of concern from his coach. Maybe Niko just wanted him to relax. For a moment, Julian debated whether it would be misunderstood - or too inappropriate - if his hands gripped the coach’s shirt and pulled him closer. But he needed more.
He wasn’t fully aware of what was happening, but as the kiss deepened, the heat between them grew. Niko’s hands slid from Julian’s face into his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as he pulled the player closer, forcing his tongue deeper inside him.
Julian hesitated at first, but he couldn’t keep his own hands from exploring his coach’s body. He’d wanted this for a long time. He had never seen Niko shirtless, though the reverse had happened plenty of times. Actually, he wondered if his coach had ever thought about it too.
His fingertips trembled over the buttons of Niko’s shirt, aching to undo them. He was clearly nervous, but when the light blue shirt was finally unbuttoned, Julian broke the kiss and spread his palms over the older man’s chest in a hurried motion.
Drawn to the exposed skin, his lips instinctively trailed down the older man’s body until they slowly found his nipples, starting to suck on them.
He wasn’t sure why he was so attracted to this, but the hunger to taste and explore was overwhelming. As his mouth worked over the tender flesh, leaving a wet trail across Niko’s chest, the older man let out a low moan and his grip on Julian tightened.
The deep sound sent a shiver down Julian’s spine, and his arousal grew with each passing moment. He continued lavishing attention on Niko’s nipples, and the older man seemed to enjoy it just as much.
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.
Julian flinched, his whole body tensing as the door swung open.
He waited for Niko to say something - to stop whoever was about to enter - but the older man stayed calm where he was, breathing heavily.
Marco Rose stood in the doorway.
Niko immediately locked eyes with him and greeted the gray-haired man with a knowing look, almost inviting him in.
Julian suddenly felt overwhelmed by shame and quickly backed away from Niko, confused. He sank deep into the armchair he was seated in, trying to hide himself, though it wasn’t really possible.
“Wh-what’s going on?” he asked in a slightly trembling voice. Before he could finish the question, Niko leaned in and placed a soft, reassuring kiss on his cheek.
Despite the trust and respect he held for both men, Julian’s discomfort grew sharper.
He glanced between Niko and Marco, uncertain, trying to read their expressions. There was clearly some hidden communication between them. The room seemed to shrink around him and Julian's breath got shaky as he found himself at the center of something he couldn’t fully comprehend.
Niko finally rose to his feet, standing between his desk and the armchair where Julian sat.
The blonde could see the older man’s chest rising and falling with anticipation and he also couldn’t ignore the bulge swelling in his pants.
Marco approached them, closing the distance and Julian remained silent. It felt like the safest thing to do as the two coaches, who now stood before him, commanded his full attention.
He looked up through his lashes, his gaze flickering between Kovac and Rose, drinking in the sight.
His confusion was evident, however his body betrayed his thoughts. For a fleeting second, he imagined things he shouldn’t. His lips parted involuntarily, and his cock throbbed against his underwear at the thought of getting something more out of this.
His entire body went stiff, and a deep flush crept across his face full of embarrassment. He quickly looked down, ashamed.
“Jule…”
Niko sensed the player’s uneasiness and reached down to softly caress his hair. He pressed gently, guiding Julian’s head back against the chair. The blonde man shifted and his fingers tightened around the armrests as he struggled to maintain control over his emotions.
“I don’t understand, I-"
Julian mumbled, his voice barely audible as he tried to make sense of the overwhelming situation.
Then, in a swift motion, Marco’s hand finally moved toward Julian’s cheek, brushing the flushed skin. Julian’s breath caught, and his eyes closed as he instinctively leaned into the familiar touch.
“We’re here for you, Julian.”
Rose’s voice was soft, soothing, just like Kovac's had been before him. A warmth spread through Julian, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He felt comfort.
Despite everything… he even felt safe.
As Julian remained seated in the chair, he watched Rose lower his body, bringing their faces closer together.
Julian’s heart raced. Anticipation and nervousness consumed him. Rose’s lips finally met his in a tender, reassuring kiss, and Julian’s jaw clenched, as if he were trying to swallow down the hesitation he couldn’t put into words.
The kiss was sloppy, messy and wet. As Julian’s tongue explored the other coach’s mouth, sweat slicked his skin - and then he felt a sharp sting as Marco bit down on his lip.
Kovac, aroused by the intimate view, instinctively slipped his hand into his boxers and began stroking himself. Watching them make out, he wondered how often Julian had done this before with his ex-coach - and the thought only excited him more.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and moments later, his pants were fully unzipped and his cock sprang free, bouncing up to slap against the soft flesh of his exposed stomach, hard and ready.
Julian moaned into Rose’s kiss, oblivious, tasting the older man’s saliva - until he felt Kovac press the rigid length of his erection against his face, smacking it lightly against his cheek.
The blonde opened his eyes, confirming what he sensed, and Marco pulled back from the kiss.
Now the two coaches’ eyes met. Rose stepped back, stood, and unzipped his jeans quickly, completely mirroring Kovac's actions.
His cock was soon free as well, a dark trail of hair at the base and the tip glistening with pre-cum. Julian felt a rush of heat between his legs, almost painfull.
He swallowed hard and his blue eyes started flickering between the two men, his body aching with a mix of desire and nervousness. He was caught between the want to submit and the instinct to run.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, intimidated.
“You’re both… so big,” he managed to stammer, his voice barely audible - and he instantly regretted saying it. He was so turned on he could barely think straight.
Kovac chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Julian’s spine.
“We want to make sure you’re comfortable, Jule.”
Julian gasped as he looked at both cocks up close, hard and throbbing in front of him. He closed his eyes in despair and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
When he opened them again, he saw Niko moving forward, pressing his leaking tip against Julian’s face and leaving trails of pre-cum across his skin. Julian shivered at the sensation. Slowly, he let his tongue slip out, tentatively brushing the head of Kovac's cock, tasting the smooth, velvety skin. A soft moan escaped his coach, which only encouraged him.
Julian took his time to enjoy the older man, savoring the pulsing weight on his tongue, sliding it up and down the shaft. In the background, he could hear the third man pleasuring himself.
He then turned his attention to Marco, leaning toward him, his tongue stretching out pleadingly to taste him. As he traced the length of Rose’s cock, feeling the blood pulsing beneath the skin, he glanced up at both men, his eyes filled with nervousness, searching for a response.
“That’s it, Julian,” Niko murmured, cupping his forehead, encouraging him.
Julian took a deep breath, his body relaxing, and he leaned in, his tongue alternating between the two cocks, savoring the heat and the taste of them.
He felt alive in a way he hadn’t in a long time, but he also wanted to make sure he satisfied his coach - both of them - if that meant he could somehow hold onto his place in the team.
Slowly, he moved on from the hesitant licks and started taking them into his warm, welcoming mouth, more determined now, one at a time. Back and forth. Sucking one, then turning to the other. He never stayed too long with either of them.
“I missed your lips, baby,” Marco moaned and his hips moved in a steady rhythm, driving himself deeper into Julian’s mouth, choking him on his hard cock.
Julian’s eyes watered from the intensity, but he took it all in stride, his tongue swirling around Rose’s length. Kovac, standing beside them, watched with a mix of pride and concern. He reached out, brushing away the tears forming on the blonde’s cheeks with his thumb.
“You’re doing so well, Julian,” he murmured reassuringly.
His hand slid from Julian’s forehead to the back of his head, guiding him in sync with Marco’s thrusts.
“Just relax.”
The blonde glanced up at Niko, who steadied him, and his eyes filled with trust, because deep down, he knew he was in good hands.
Julian trembled slightly as Marco picked up the pace, forcing himself more and more inside him, fucking his mouth aggressively. He tasted the salty pre-cum on his tongue and his eyes watered from the overwhelming sensation, but he didn’t back away.
Niko’s breath hitched as he stood close, his fingers gripping Julian’s hair tightly. Then his hips jerked forward, sliding his pink tip past Julian’s lips, making the blonde whimper.
“Open up, baby. Trust me. Take both of us.”
Before Julian could even process the words, he felt both cocks sinking down his throat at once, each in a different rhythm, and he could do nothing but take it all in. The strain on his jaw was brutal and his own cock was annoyingly twitching with need.
“Deeper, Jule. You can take it deeper, I know it,” Marco groaned. Julian tried, and Marco rewarded him with a breathless, “Fuck, that’s what we like to see.”
They kept using his mouth, relentless, and Julian gagged around them, drooling, yet still clinging to the raw thrill of it.
After a few moments, Julian’s head grew heavier and heavier until he choked. The warmth and the friction of Niko’s careless cock was enough to push Marco over the edge and he pulled out, rubbing his dick with his palm on Julian’s face until hot cum spilled from his tip and coated the young man's skin.
Julian's body tensed and his mind tried to focus solely on the sensation of Kovac's cock still far down his throat. Despite the sticky cum getting in his eyes and making him uncomfortable, he felt the older man’s tension and he heard his ragged breaths.
He knew his coach was close. Sure enough, the older man came hard, filling Julian's throat until white liquid spilled from the corners of his lips. He swallowed it all in one gulp.
Exhausted and drained, he sagged back in the armchair, closing his eyes, both coaches giving him a final look. His own shorts were soaked with the mess of his own climax.
Rose zipped up his jeans and ruffled Julian’s hair.
“Good job, Jule,” he said before leaving the room.
Niko followed, giving the younger man a small nod on his way out.
Julian sat there, feeling - and looking - even worse than before. As the high faded, he wondered if this had been the help he needed… or just another reminder of how far off track he’d fallen.