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The lights were too bright. Mats noticed that immediately, but regardless he stood comfortably in his spot. He adjusted his jacket slightly as the main presenter wrapped up a point about Dortmund's performance against Atalanta, nodding along at the right moments and adding short comments when needed. Just like every other typical controlled conversation.
Julian stood a few steps away, separated by one of Mats' colleagues. Close enough to see everything, but not close enough to speak freely or to exist naturally around each other. They've been discreet enough with whatever they were so far. Mats did not look at him directly. Maybe once or twice, but nothing that would stand out.
Julian, for his part, kept his focus on the presenter.
"Julian, two zero tonight, solid result. How did it feel out there, how have you managed in general as a team so far this past couple of games?"
Julian shifted his weight slightly, eyes moving away from the presenter but nowhere in particular, not once looking in Mats' direction. "Yeah, it was good overall. I think we controlled most parts of the game and we simply managed that by making many things work" he said in a bit of a rough voice, still catching his breath. "Already we've had some clean sheets. We've also had games where it didn't work out that well, but we are currently managing to pull off victories. We need to be careful of course, but I have a good feeling about it."
He looked tired. Good… but tired. Anyone could see that. His hair was slightly out of place, his skin was still red from the match and a faint shine of sweat appeared on his forehead under the stadium lights. But he still seemed calm and confident, occasionally letting a small smile slip through his answers.
Mats nodded along, while he stood there without making any interruptions. He was listening to Brandt talk about the game, instead of living it himself. The conversation moved along quickly. This new role was starting to become familiar to Mats and actually the older man was kind of good at it. Different from what he was used to, but familiar in its own way.
Eventually, the presenter wrapped it up. "Alright, Julian, thank you for your time and congratulations again."
"Thank you," Julian said, offering a polite smile, already turning away. He said his goodbyes in order. Then he reached Mats and slightly slowed down.
"Good to see you man," Julian said quietly and a small grin pulled at his lips.
Mats let out a small breath. "Yeah. You too Jule. Good game."
For a second, they actually looked at each other properly this time.
Julian's eyes looked like they were glowing, despite the exhaustion. Mats held his glance a bit longer before letting go. His chest tightened, but he didn't want to think about it too much.
"See you around," Julian said.
"Yeah," Mats nodded. "See you man."
Later on, away from prying eyes, they found themselves making out in the equipment room. They had not even realised how they ended up there or whether anyone had seen them sneaking in together - the lock did not seem to be working either. Mats' hands wasted no time before sliding from Julian's face down to his waist and then to his hips, roughly stumbling on his step as he lifted the blond man, with their lips still connected.
It was a good kiss, like the ones they had shared countless times before. Julian wrapped his arms around Mats' neck and smirked into the kiss, allowing himself to be carried further into the room. He could feel the heat of Mats' hands burning against his skin as they moved down to his thighs for a firmer grip.
Hummels manhandled him towards a narrow counter at the back of the tiny room, lifting him up and sitting him on the cold surface, knocking a couple of disc cones to the floor in the process. Julian was not exactly light, yet Mats lifted him as if he weighed nothing, and that should not have turned him on as much as it did. He felt the older man's mouth press against his cheeks, just below his eyes, along the sharp line of his jaw and up to his ear. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, craving any kind of closeness. Mats then moved to his neck, inhaling his scent.
"Dude, don't... I stink so badly," Julian half joked, admittedly.
Sure, it was hot when they were both like this or whatever, but Mats was still dressed neatly from the panel; white jacket, light green shirt, cologne, perfect wavy hair. It was no comparison to Julian, who had just finished an intense game on the pitch. But the older man did not seem to care, "Don’t worry about it," he whispered and passionately sucked a kiss out of Brandt's neck, as slowly as he could.
"Mhh," Julian whimpered, and Mats felt the faint vibration of his voice against his lips. Impatient, he slid his leg between Julian's thighs, which made him let out another sound of pleasure. The older man returned to his lips, gripping Julian's head firmly at the sides, then biting down on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and merging their tongues back together again.
"You are so pretty like this" Mats admitted between the kiss.
His thigh continued to rub against Julian, and he could clearly feel how hard the blond already was and how he was straining against his shorts. When Mats shifted his weight, Julian realised he was just as affected and hard, the bulge pressing against him through the layers of fabric.
"You think?" Julian asked, and Hummels' left hand slid lower, slipping under the black and yellow shirt to explore the tired muscles. He traced over his abs through the tight compression shirt, sending a shiver down Brandt's spine.
"Very much so" he replied.
Julian instantly felt the need to deepen the kiss, but Mats pulled back. His tongue brushed lightly over Julian's lips before he buried his face in the crook of the footballer's neck once more. His hand travelled lower, stroking over Julian's stomach and then even further down to cup him through his shorts. "More," the younger one begged with a soft moan, pushing his hips into the touch. Hummels palmed him lightly through the fabric, barely able to breathe, his eyes closed as he leaned into Julian's neck. His tongue traced over warm, salty skin at the nape, tasting the sweat that clung to his damp hair.
"Please, more," Brandt spoke, as quietly as he could.
He wished Mats' hand would finally slip inside his underwear and wrap around him. But it did not happen. Instead, the older man slowly dropped down to his knees. His hands came up to the hem of Julian's shorts and he looked up at him through dark lashes and thick eyebrows, not moving for a second. The next moment he placed a soft kiss to the inside of Julian’s thigh, earning a short, breathless laugh in response.
"Oh what are you doing?" Julian asked, scrutinizing him thoroughly, his eyes travelling over his body from head to - knees. "Let me," Mats murmured and stepped closer burring his face in Julian's bulge. He tugged the shorts down tentatively and Julian lifted his hips to help him and he noticed how his gaze darkened, taking on a hungry glint as his eyes settled on the damp spot forming at the front of Julian's boxers. The younger man flushed but pushed his underwear down himself desperately. Hummels finished the motion, dragging the fabric down his legs and letting it fall slowly to the floor. On the contrary, he was not in a hurry.
Not tonight.
His hand finally wrapped around Julian's dick and the blond let out a broken, desperate moan as his legs fell open. Julian sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter as Mats ducked his head closer.
"Don't you have to be out there in a couple of minutes?" Brandt asked, though his voice lacked conviction. Mats looked up at him, eyes half lidded and already very lost. "Just don’t mess up my hair too much," he replied hoarsely. For now, the panel, the cameras, and the role of the so-called "expert" meant nothing. He hovered above Julian's dick before slowly swiping his tongue over the tip like he was licking a lollipop.
Julian's mouth dropped open at the feeling and his legs parted wider. That felt so good and it was exactly what he needed to wash away the last sparks of adrenaline from the match. Hummels wrapped his lips around the tip and gave a slight suck. He wanted to take his time. To properly taste him.
"Fuck," the blond moaned, throwing his head back against the wall.
Mats tried to steady himself by gripping Julian's thighs, wrapping both his hands around the firm, overworked muscles. He breathed in deeply, sinking further down on the other man's dick. Julian held onto the counter with one hand, while the other instinctively tangled into Mats' hair. The older man flicked his tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside of Julian's shaft, drawing another curse from the football player. He kept bobbing his head down, taking in more, inch by inch, and the fingers tightened in his hair urging him closer.
"Aaah Mats" Julian whispered, barely audible over the wet sounds of Mats' movements. His own dick was aching painfully in his pants, but Hummels ignored it for now. He was enjoying himself too much anyway. It wasn't exactly a conscious realization, but all this felt like a need. Some closeness to a body still warm from a successful game, to sweat and effort and exhaustion. He kept sucking and licking and in the meantime all he could think about was how simple it felt being there, without being able to tell exactly why.
He kept working his mouth focused, dragging slow stripes of his tongue that pulled long, helpless moans from Brandt. Then he looked up and waited until their eyes locked, before pressing the tip of his tongue into his slit, revelling in the way Julian's teeth sank into his bottom lip. And the grip in Mats' hair loosened, turning into a gentle caress, brushing his hair away from his face, almost tender. The calmer Julian became, the tighter Mats' hands pressed into his thighs.
He rubbed his mouth over the glistening head, allowing himself to fully indulge in the taste, kissing along the pulsing vein and licking the base before taking Julian deep into his mouth, until he was fully down his throat. And the blonde somehow understood more than what was going on at the moment. "Ooh fuck Mats, you should be here," Julian moaned loudly above him and his legs suddenly became unsteady and weak as precum was released. His hand came to rest hesitantly against Mats' cheek, but the other man pulled off immediately, lifting his head and looking up at Brandt with dark and intense eyes, his lips already glistening.
"Shut up, I'm going to lose my job" he said, hovering just above Julian's dick until the younger man finally withdrew his hand from Mats' face.
"Fine," the footballer chuckled a little shakily. His hand returned to the edge of the counter for support, his grip tightening on the surface when Hummels' breath fanned over his oversensitive skin. Getting caught would cause serious trouble for both of them. At least Julian's was free to go the moment the final whistle blew, whereas Mats was not. In fact, he should really be out there instead of choosing to blow Julian Brandt in the equipment room.
And what did here even mean? He was here. With Julian, at the stadium, after a BVB game. But still not in the way he wanted. So close to football yet so far away. All of a sudden, something about it felt more complecated than it should. And Julian caught on to it temporarily, but he didn't feel like pushing. Quite the opposite. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, as Mats continued from where he was left.
"You'll definitely put in a good word for me next time, as the good expert you are, right?" he teased casually in an attempt to break the tension. Then he added, "although maybe for that to happen, I should be on my knees right now instead. Depends on how much I care about your review, after all."
He sounded completely unbothered and fully aware that Mats' mouth was too busy to properly argue back. And maybe that was the point - no overthinking. No Mats stubbornly barking back with words like he'd usually do. The older man answered by pinching Julian's thigh, and an "Ouch!" slipped out, instantly dissolving into a moan as Mats relaxed his jaw and let him slide in deeper.
"Mats, I-" Julian warned him in a whisper and closed his eyes, but the other ignored it, pulling back just enough to press his tongue flat against the head, slow and firm, and that was all it took. Julian's body tensed and his thighs trembled, clearly being pushed over the edge.
And Mats also felt it in every muscle of his own body. He finally moved his hand away from Julian's thigh and towards his pants and boxers. He freed his hard cock, wrapped his own hand around it and with furious pumps he began satisfying himself. He couldn't tell with certainty whether the pleasure was caused by the physicality, or because he could be in a situation that he no longer belonged to, even if only like this.
Brandt forced his eyes open, looking down to peer between his legs. What he saw made his heart stop. Mats' lower half, pants pushed down just enough, and his strong hand wrapped around his own cock. At the same time, the older man kept licking into him, his moans muffled by Julian's skin as he worked himself towards the edge. The feeling of Hummels' tongue and the sight of his hard cock sliding through his fingers was too much for Julian. He came with a broken sound, as his hips jolted forward.
Hummels let the cum spill onto his tongue, staying there until he'd gathered every single drop. He kept the hot liquid in his mouth for a few fleeting seconds, savouring the salty taste, before swallowing quickly and licking the last drops off his lips and the corner of his mouth.
The younger man sagged slightly against the wall catching his breath, as Mats came into his palm too. Brandt took several long breaths before he slowly straightened up. The older man looked up at him and the flat white lights reflected off his skin, highlighting the thin layer of sweat on his face. His chest was also rising and falling and his eyes were a little unfocused.
Then he looked away.
He reached for the first thing he could find and wiped his hands off quickly, ending up using Julian's discarded underwear without much thought before tossing them aside again.
"We better get back out there before they come looking for us," Mats said with a small smirk. Before getting up, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the inside of Julian's thigh, then another over the tattoo along his leg, as his hands were already helping him pull his shorts back up.
Only then he stood up properly.
Julian didn't give him much time. He stepped in close again, his right hand slided to the back of Mats' head to pull him in, then pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before burying his face in his neck.
"Careful," he murmured softly against his skin amused. "You're starting to think too much again."
"Yeah? What's new?" Mats joked.
Julian pulled back with a smirk, immediately moving to fix Mats' jacket, adjusting the collar like nothing had ever happened. When he looked up, their eyes met again. And momentarily Mats got stuck in that bright and warm look. The blond tilted his head slightly.
"I'll say something nice so you don't spiral on me," he said. Mats rolled his eyes already, but he was more than ready to hear what the younger one would come up with.
"You're damn talented with that tongue."
"Oh god…" Mats muttered, but the corner of his mouth lifted anyway.
Julian laughed softly - they both did. Kept looking at each other, until Julian decided to ruin it again.
"Must be from all those witty remarks you have to come up with every five seconds," he added.
Hummels did not even hesitate. He grabbed one of the training cones from the floor and threw it straight at him. Julian barely dodged it and then laughed properly.
"Alright, enough. I really have to go now" Mats stepped back, fixed his clothes one last time and ran a hand through his hair. Julian raised his hands in surrender but was still smiling. "Alright, alright. Go... Before the whole channel falls apart without you."
Mats huffed out a quiet laugh and shook his head before turning to the door.
"Bye."
"Yeah. Bye," Julian replied, watching him leave.