La Seleccion Strip Poker Nights - AFTERMATH (3)
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17 overall; such as this part
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10-12 chaps tops
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: round three is under way, and mil apologies it took so fucking long to update. it's almost 4000 words too.
Previously
Jesus hurried down the corridor towards the designated room, with Nando in close pursuit. Entering, he found himself pushed hard into the wooden door by a very fiery Fernando that started kissing him ferociously, as if he could no longer contain himself.
He could feel the older man's hands on his body, searching for something, touching him everywhere, grabbing his hardening dick and Jesus felt a little out of breath.
He was returning the kisses and trying to get those many layers off Nando but there was absolutely no space, as Fernando's body pressed hard into his.
He didn't mind the approach, nor his teammate's erection grinding against his thigh, but this was a little ridiculous. He broke the kiss by tilting his head to the side and grabbed Nando's face.
“Calm down, Fer.”
“Jesus...fuck, this is...yes, you're right.” Fernando released him and took a step back.
This allowed Jesus to breathe a bit. He could see Torres was checking him out, his tiny but fit body with an appreciative look on his face and a thought coursed his mind.
“You really want me, right?” he whispered, walking away from the door and towards the taller man.
“So much, so much.”
There was a second when Fernando's cheeks flushed and his eyes looked away from Jesus' green ones, as if he was ashamed, but coloration left almost immediately, his gaze averted back on the Sevillian and lust took over any other emotion.
“Then watch and be patient.”
Jesus pushed Nando to sit on the bed and settled in his lap in one fluid move, their foreheads touching.
***
Sergio felt entirely frozen, as if someone had cast a spell on him. He wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible, to stop having everyone looking at him that way, but he seemed unable to move.
“Sergio, are you all right?” Pepe waved his hand in front of his teammate's eyes.
“It was me. It was me. It was me.” Sergio uttered, louder and more determined with each sentence.
“Jeez. Quoting villains from Powerpuff Girls, I would've never taken you for a Mojo Jojo fan.” Gerard chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Gerard, hardly the time!” Pepe scolded him.
But Sergio didn't seem to have noticed, as he had fallen silent and was looking at the table cloth with such intensity, as if he wanted to burn it.
“I was just trying to cheer him up. I was like him only a few days ago...” Gerard scowled at Pepe.
Cesc shuffled his feet towards the bathroom and got in, closing the door unheard. He didn't want to be part of anything that reminded him of his deed.
“All right, I’ll be going.” Carlos announced. Guys, I trust you'll take care of Mojo Jojo here?” he wondered.
“Yes, of course.”
Sergi, sitting casually and awaiting for Ramos drama to unfold, suddenly bolted as well.
“Carlos wait, I'm coming too!”
Marchena held the door for his younger teammate and winking at Pepe who was shaking his head slightly at the scene, followed him on the corridor.
***
“I want you to hold still. Can you do that Nando?”
Nando was arching to capture his Jesus' lips.
“Nando?”
“Yes, sure.”
“Promise?” Jesus ran his finger down his cheek and over his lips.
“Sure, sure...anything.”
“All right.”
Jesus smiled and began taking Nando's upper layers off, in tantalizing slow moves, making sure to brush his fingers on his skin, throwing in soft kisses just to keep Fernando interested.
He pushed him flat on his back and threw himself onto him, pinning his arms. Chests touching, covered hard ons touching, he began to kiss Fernando, trapping his lower lip between his, while his hands reached in his sweatpants.
“Oh Jesus...god...”
“And I'm just getting started.” Jesus winked playfully at him, as he lowered to dip his tongue in Fernando's navel.
He had waited for this moment for so long, and he wanted to do it right. He wanted Nando to understand. He pulled his trousers down together with the shorts Torres was wearing and wrapped his fingers around his dick.
Nando wanted to reach down and touch Jesus, but a gaze from the shorter man, as he settled between his legs, warned him to be still and allow Navas to do his worst. He had to grab the sheets to hold himself down as Jesus took him in his mouth, eyes all on him.
He was reduced to groaning and letting out onomatopoeic sounds, together with unintelligible words and curses, as Navas gave him the best blowjob he had ever received, the pace increasing and decreasing, his tongue restless, lapping hungrily.
***
Javi looked at the remaining guests. Cesc was still in the bathroom, Pepe was trying to get Ramos to stop whispering the stupid cartoon line and Pique was busying himself clearing the table.
He got up and saying goodnight quietly, hoping he wouldn't be heard - which he wasn't - he made his way outside.
Sighing really loudly as soon as he was back in the room he shared with Jesus, he sank on the bed. He was feeling terribly ashamed.
There had always been a voice in the back of his mind alerting him that maybe talking to Jesus in private would be a far better idea than to try and take advantage of his nonexistent poker skills, but he had serenely ignored it, thinking it was much more fun this way.
He had plotted to tell Jesus just how much he liked him, how much he wanted him, after they had done it. But it had backfired and while Jesus might not be mad for a chance to get boned by Torres, he could still be upset with him, Javi, for such bad way of pulling the strings.
He wanted to stay awake until his roommate returned, but he was very tired and on the other hand, he felt things like that would be discussed better in the morning. He changed in his PJs and went to bed, trying his best to craft a believable story of lust to relay to Jesus next time he saw him.
***
Nando felt he was going to burst. Jesus licking his dick base to tip made him insane, but he needed more than that to come.
“Please, please...” he begged, reaching out to grab Jesus.
“Shhh, Nando.” Jesus stared back at him.
Keeping an hand on Fernando's dick, stroking him lightly, he reached for the nightstand from where he took out the lube.
“You wanted to be useful, prepare me!” he threw the bottle at Nando and straddled him in a 69.
Fernando was a little taken aback by the barking tone of the request, more like an order and was poised to remember Jesus that he wasn't in charge here, but the Sevillian's tempting ass suddenly appearing in his line of vision made him change his mind.
He applied a thin coating of lube on his fingers and began stretching Navas, pressing in two fingers at once, just to show him who's boss. Jesus did not complain, his sucking not faltering once.
As soon as Nando had managed to fit in the third finger, Jesus shifted positions and smirking at Fernando, he began lowering on his dick.
“God...this feels surreal.”
And it was, with the green eyed boy grinning like possessed as he fucked himself on Nando's dick, his hand firmly stroking himself, making Fernando a mere spectator.
So Fernando watched, in amazement if he was being honest, as he was stunned by how limber Jesus was, and how tight he was and how well he moved. He reached out to touch him, but his hand was swatted away.
He could feel his climax building and seeing Navas' eyes go wide and close in rapture made him release himself, after what felt like years of buildup. Jesus came shortly after, rolling off Nando with ease and settling by his side.
***
“It's kind of late, and I need to see if Victor didn't go ballistic all by himself, Gerard can you handle Sergio?”
Gerard pursed his lips, as he was hoping Pepe would take the Madridista with him, but nodded. Seeing that the situation would be under control, Reina picked the clothes he had lost during the game and exited the room.
Gerard looked at Sergio and rolled his eyes a bit. He hated having to do this, especially by himself. Where was that boyfriend of his when he needed him? Seeing that Cesc was still in the bathroom, he proceeded to knock.
“Cesc. I need you here with me. We have to deal with Ramos.”
“I'm sorry Geri. But I can't do this. I can't look at him.”
“Cesc, don't be silly.”
“I'm being serious. I know he'll say shit to me. I am not getting out until he leaves.”
“What if I need to pee!”
“Then you're gonna have to get Sergio out of here as fast as possible.”
“Great. Thank you, Cesc.”
Gerard walked towards the table, cleared of any items that would've suggested a card game, save for the cards themselves. Sergio was bent over, head in hands, but he was still.
At least he wasn't sobbing, Gerard thought, and he patted his teammate's shoulder.
“Sergio.”
He knew he had to comfort him before telling him to leave, but he had no idea where to start. Sergio Ramos wasn't his faviourite person and if he was being honest and given what had happened to him, he was satisfied someone else was going through the same thing.
“I practically made Fer come. I always thought he didn't know how to play, but seems I was so very wrong. I am not even sure if he won to spite me, as revenge for forcing him to come with me, or if he couldn't help himself....because, Gerard, didn't Nando seem a little possessed to you?” Sergio let out quickly, forgetting to breather between words
Sergio stared at Pique in search of an answer and the Catalan wasn't sure what he should say.
“He kept winning. But I don't know...wait, are you implying something?”
“It was obvious he was enjoying the game....”
Sergio shut up, maybe sharing his hunches with Pique was not the smartest idea.
“Well, whatever it was, you have to stop thinking he did it on purpose. Even if it might be true, you have to forget it ever crossed your mind. It's the only way you can move on, trust me.”
For the first time since walking in the room that night, Sergio looked at Gerard and saw something else than that obnoxious Barca player he disliked. He saw a man that had been through exactly what he was feeling at the moment and had survived it.
“I see.” he said carefully. “Well, I better go. I can mope in my own room, right?” he put on a tight smile.
“Sure. Don't kill yourself over it.”
Sergio got up and proceeded towards the door. Running his fingers through his hair, his usual sign of nervousness, he took a deep breath.
“And Gerard?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. You're a good teammate.” and he exited before the other man could reply.
***
“Fernando...I have to tell you something.” Jesus tilted Nando's head so that he faced him.
“What?”
“While this wasn't planned, because I had no idea you would be coming, once I saw you winning, I did my best to lose to you.”
Fernando sat up, intrigued, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Why's that, Jesus?”
Navas bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to find a way to spill his heart's secret.
“You took Sergio from me.” he gulped, seeing that Nando had made a face. “No, relax. I understood that when Sergio left Sevilla, we were over, I accepted it. But for the longest time, I still thought of him as mine...you know? He was my first. Then you...you charmed him and I...well, I wanted to know you.”
“Carnally?” Fernando chuckled.
“Not only. I wanted to see if you're worthy of Sergio, you know? If you're good for him. But Sergio wouldn't let me get near you. He was possessive and a little...I don't know, he thought I'd get between you, I guess.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I wanted to be friends. But Sergio, albeit a wonderful person, can be a little weird sometimes. It's like he wanted to keep his lovers all separate...so in time, especially that he never encouraged me to get over my phobia and travel with La Roja, I kinda got a little resentful. I still love him to bits, but I had to get one over him. So I took this opportunity...”
“Wow. I would've never taken you for this kind of guy, Jesus.” Fernando laughed lightly.
“It was more like, 'what the hell is Sergio hiding? Does Nando have a second dick?' kind of curiosity.”
“Well. I can understand. In a way. Because I didn't play to win just because I enjoy poker more than I should....but because I would finally get you. Without all the letting go stuff you've experienced, I always thought you should join Sergio and I once in a while. But Sergio is kind of old fashioned. He's only daring and groundbreaking when it comes to his clothes. So he refused, he wouldn't even let me befriend you, it was like he was ashamed of his past with you.“
“Haha, we both did it for the same reason.” Jesus chuckled.
“Yup. I think I can control my gambling...so yeah, it was just to because you were the prize.”
“But you realise, we've just hurt Sergio.”
“Yeah. Sadly, there's always a downside. But I'm sure he will come to terms, after all, he's the one that dragged me over to the game in the first place.”
Jesus got out of bed, quite upset to see Torres was this casual about wounding his lover. Maybe his hunch that Fernando didn't deserve Sergio was founded. He wanted to say something, but then he realised he had not acted in Sergio's best interest either.
“All right. I guess I’m gonna go, then. It was nice.”
“It definitely was.” Nando was bewildered with Jesus' sudden chilly tone.
He watched him get dressed and leave silently, understanding he had worded his explanation wrongly.
He was free to return to his room, but he didn't want to. Besides the sex, he knew Sergio had another reason to be upset with him and this was what worried him the most. He had a lot of thinking to do before getting out of the safety of the spare room.
After a while, he had decided. He would come clean. With everything. But in the morning, as he didn't feel he was ready to face Sergio the same night.
***
“That felt great, Sergi.” Carlos pressed his lips to Busquet's chest.
“It sure did. Thanks.” the Catalan blushed.
“Oh, don't mention it. It's been nothing but a pleasure.”
“Can you guys, I don't know, keep quiet, I’m trying to sleep!” Pedro interjected from the other bed.
Sergi and Carlos stifled laughter, both no longer feeling embarrassed that the Canarian was in the same room and had probably heard them.
“Go back to sleep Pedro.”
Pedro didn't reply and there was silence for a while.
“I guess I should go. Sleep tight.” Carlos whispered and got out of bed.
Dressing in the dark was not his specialty, but he managed it quite quickly and he soon left the room quite impressed with what had happened.
“Sergi.” Pedro called.
“Yes?”
“How come we never hooked up?”
“You have a boyfriend, Pedro!!”
“Right. Right. OK, going back to sleep now. Do the same. And next time you bring someone back to the room, have the courtesy to be more quiet.”
Sergi replied nothing. He was too happy and exhausted to argue with his teammate. He fell asleep most peacefully.
Rating: NC-17 overall; such as this part
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10-12 chaps tops
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: round three is under way, and mil apologies it took so fucking long to update. it's almost 4000 words too.
Previously
Jesus hurried down the corridor towards the designated room, with Nando in close pursuit. Entering, he found himself pushed hard into the wooden door by a very fiery Fernando that started kissing him ferociously, as if he could no longer contain himself.
He could feel the older man's hands on his body, searching for something, touching him everywhere, grabbing his hardening dick and Jesus felt a little out of breath.
He was returning the kisses and trying to get those many layers off Nando but there was absolutely no space, as Fernando's body pressed hard into his.
He didn't mind the approach, nor his teammate's erection grinding against his thigh, but this was a little ridiculous. He broke the kiss by tilting his head to the side and grabbed Nando's face.
“Calm down, Fer.”
“Jesus...fuck, this is...yes, you're right.” Fernando released him and took a step back.
This allowed Jesus to breathe a bit. He could see Torres was checking him out, his tiny but fit body with an appreciative look on his face and a thought coursed his mind.
“You really want me, right?” he whispered, walking away from the door and towards the taller man.
“So much, so much.”
There was a second when Fernando's cheeks flushed and his eyes looked away from Jesus' green ones, as if he was ashamed, but coloration left almost immediately, his gaze averted back on the Sevillian and lust took over any other emotion.
“Then watch and be patient.”
Jesus pushed Nando to sit on the bed and settled in his lap in one fluid move, their foreheads touching.
***
Sergio felt entirely frozen, as if someone had cast a spell on him. He wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible, to stop having everyone looking at him that way, but he seemed unable to move.
“Sergio, are you all right?” Pepe waved his hand in front of his teammate's eyes.
“It was me. It was me. It was me.” Sergio uttered, louder and more determined with each sentence.
“Jeez. Quoting villains from Powerpuff Girls, I would've never taken you for a Mojo Jojo fan.” Gerard chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Gerard, hardly the time!” Pepe scolded him.
But Sergio didn't seem to have noticed, as he had fallen silent and was looking at the table cloth with such intensity, as if he wanted to burn it.
“I was just trying to cheer him up. I was like him only a few days ago...” Gerard scowled at Pepe.
Cesc shuffled his feet towards the bathroom and got in, closing the door unheard. He didn't want to be part of anything that reminded him of his deed.
“All right, I’ll be going.” Carlos announced. Guys, I trust you'll take care of Mojo Jojo here?” he wondered.
“Yes, of course.”
Sergi, sitting casually and awaiting for Ramos drama to unfold, suddenly bolted as well.
“Carlos wait, I'm coming too!”
Marchena held the door for his younger teammate and winking at Pepe who was shaking his head slightly at the scene, followed him on the corridor.
***
“I want you to hold still. Can you do that Nando?”
Nando was arching to capture his Jesus' lips.
“Nando?”
“Yes, sure.”
“Promise?” Jesus ran his finger down his cheek and over his lips.
“Sure, sure...anything.”
“All right.”
Jesus smiled and began taking Nando's upper layers off, in tantalizing slow moves, making sure to brush his fingers on his skin, throwing in soft kisses just to keep Fernando interested.
He pushed him flat on his back and threw himself onto him, pinning his arms. Chests touching, covered hard ons touching, he began to kiss Fernando, trapping his lower lip between his, while his hands reached in his sweatpants.
“Oh Jesus...god...”
“And I'm just getting started.” Jesus winked playfully at him, as he lowered to dip his tongue in Fernando's navel.
He had waited for this moment for so long, and he wanted to do it right. He wanted Nando to understand. He pulled his trousers down together with the shorts Torres was wearing and wrapped his fingers around his dick.
Nando wanted to reach down and touch Jesus, but a gaze from the shorter man, as he settled between his legs, warned him to be still and allow Navas to do his worst. He had to grab the sheets to hold himself down as Jesus took him in his mouth, eyes all on him.
He was reduced to groaning and letting out onomatopoeic sounds, together with unintelligible words and curses, as Navas gave him the best blowjob he had ever received, the pace increasing and decreasing, his tongue restless, lapping hungrily.
***
Javi looked at the remaining guests. Cesc was still in the bathroom, Pepe was trying to get Ramos to stop whispering the stupid cartoon line and Pique was busying himself clearing the table.
He got up and saying goodnight quietly, hoping he wouldn't be heard - which he wasn't - he made his way outside.
Sighing really loudly as soon as he was back in the room he shared with Jesus, he sank on the bed. He was feeling terribly ashamed.
There had always been a voice in the back of his mind alerting him that maybe talking to Jesus in private would be a far better idea than to try and take advantage of his nonexistent poker skills, but he had serenely ignored it, thinking it was much more fun this way.
He had plotted to tell Jesus just how much he liked him, how much he wanted him, after they had done it. But it had backfired and while Jesus might not be mad for a chance to get boned by Torres, he could still be upset with him, Javi, for such bad way of pulling the strings.
He wanted to stay awake until his roommate returned, but he was very tired and on the other hand, he felt things like that would be discussed better in the morning. He changed in his PJs and went to bed, trying his best to craft a believable story of lust to relay to Jesus next time he saw him.
***
Nando felt he was going to burst. Jesus licking his dick base to tip made him insane, but he needed more than that to come.
“Please, please...” he begged, reaching out to grab Jesus.
“Shhh, Nando.” Jesus stared back at him.
Keeping an hand on Fernando's dick, stroking him lightly, he reached for the nightstand from where he took out the lube.
“You wanted to be useful, prepare me!” he threw the bottle at Nando and straddled him in a 69.
Fernando was a little taken aback by the barking tone of the request, more like an order and was poised to remember Jesus that he wasn't in charge here, but the Sevillian's tempting ass suddenly appearing in his line of vision made him change his mind.
He applied a thin coating of lube on his fingers and began stretching Navas, pressing in two fingers at once, just to show him who's boss. Jesus did not complain, his sucking not faltering once.
As soon as Nando had managed to fit in the third finger, Jesus shifted positions and smirking at Fernando, he began lowering on his dick.
“God...this feels surreal.”
And it was, with the green eyed boy grinning like possessed as he fucked himself on Nando's dick, his hand firmly stroking himself, making Fernando a mere spectator.
So Fernando watched, in amazement if he was being honest, as he was stunned by how limber Jesus was, and how tight he was and how well he moved. He reached out to touch him, but his hand was swatted away.
He could feel his climax building and seeing Navas' eyes go wide and close in rapture made him release himself, after what felt like years of buildup. Jesus came shortly after, rolling off Nando with ease and settling by his side.
***
“It's kind of late, and I need to see if Victor didn't go ballistic all by himself, Gerard can you handle Sergio?”
Gerard pursed his lips, as he was hoping Pepe would take the Madridista with him, but nodded. Seeing that the situation would be under control, Reina picked the clothes he had lost during the game and exited the room.
Gerard looked at Sergio and rolled his eyes a bit. He hated having to do this, especially by himself. Where was that boyfriend of his when he needed him? Seeing that Cesc was still in the bathroom, he proceeded to knock.
“Cesc. I need you here with me. We have to deal with Ramos.”
“I'm sorry Geri. But I can't do this. I can't look at him.”
“Cesc, don't be silly.”
“I'm being serious. I know he'll say shit to me. I am not getting out until he leaves.”
“What if I need to pee!”
“Then you're gonna have to get Sergio out of here as fast as possible.”
“Great. Thank you, Cesc.”
Gerard walked towards the table, cleared of any items that would've suggested a card game, save for the cards themselves. Sergio was bent over, head in hands, but he was still.
At least he wasn't sobbing, Gerard thought, and he patted his teammate's shoulder.
“Sergio.”
He knew he had to comfort him before telling him to leave, but he had no idea where to start. Sergio Ramos wasn't his faviourite person and if he was being honest and given what had happened to him, he was satisfied someone else was going through the same thing.
“I practically made Fer come. I always thought he didn't know how to play, but seems I was so very wrong. I am not even sure if he won to spite me, as revenge for forcing him to come with me, or if he couldn't help himself....because, Gerard, didn't Nando seem a little possessed to you?” Sergio let out quickly, forgetting to breather between words
Sergio stared at Pique in search of an answer and the Catalan wasn't sure what he should say.
“He kept winning. But I don't know...wait, are you implying something?”
“It was obvious he was enjoying the game....”
Sergio shut up, maybe sharing his hunches with Pique was not the smartest idea.
“Well, whatever it was, you have to stop thinking he did it on purpose. Even if it might be true, you have to forget it ever crossed your mind. It's the only way you can move on, trust me.”
For the first time since walking in the room that night, Sergio looked at Gerard and saw something else than that obnoxious Barca player he disliked. He saw a man that had been through exactly what he was feeling at the moment and had survived it.
“I see.” he said carefully. “Well, I better go. I can mope in my own room, right?” he put on a tight smile.
“Sure. Don't kill yourself over it.”
Sergio got up and proceeded towards the door. Running his fingers through his hair, his usual sign of nervousness, he took a deep breath.
“And Gerard?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. You're a good teammate.” and he exited before the other man could reply.
***
“Fernando...I have to tell you something.” Jesus tilted Nando's head so that he faced him.
“What?”
“While this wasn't planned, because I had no idea you would be coming, once I saw you winning, I did my best to lose to you.”
Fernando sat up, intrigued, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Why's that, Jesus?”
Navas bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to find a way to spill his heart's secret.
“You took Sergio from me.” he gulped, seeing that Nando had made a face. “No, relax. I understood that when Sergio left Sevilla, we were over, I accepted it. But for the longest time, I still thought of him as mine...you know? He was my first. Then you...you charmed him and I...well, I wanted to know you.”
“Carnally?” Fernando chuckled.
“Not only. I wanted to see if you're worthy of Sergio, you know? If you're good for him. But Sergio wouldn't let me get near you. He was possessive and a little...I don't know, he thought I'd get between you, I guess.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I wanted to be friends. But Sergio, albeit a wonderful person, can be a little weird sometimes. It's like he wanted to keep his lovers all separate...so in time, especially that he never encouraged me to get over my phobia and travel with La Roja, I kinda got a little resentful. I still love him to bits, but I had to get one over him. So I took this opportunity...”
“Wow. I would've never taken you for this kind of guy, Jesus.” Fernando laughed lightly.
“It was more like, 'what the hell is Sergio hiding? Does Nando have a second dick?' kind of curiosity.”
“Well. I can understand. In a way. Because I didn't play to win just because I enjoy poker more than I should....but because I would finally get you. Without all the letting go stuff you've experienced, I always thought you should join Sergio and I once in a while. But Sergio is kind of old fashioned. He's only daring and groundbreaking when it comes to his clothes. So he refused, he wouldn't even let me befriend you, it was like he was ashamed of his past with you.“
“Haha, we both did it for the same reason.” Jesus chuckled.
“Yup. I think I can control my gambling...so yeah, it was just to because you were the prize.”
“But you realise, we've just hurt Sergio.”
“Yeah. Sadly, there's always a downside. But I'm sure he will come to terms, after all, he's the one that dragged me over to the game in the first place.”
Jesus got out of bed, quite upset to see Torres was this casual about wounding his lover. Maybe his hunch that Fernando didn't deserve Sergio was founded. He wanted to say something, but then he realised he had not acted in Sergio's best interest either.
“All right. I guess I’m gonna go, then. It was nice.”
“It definitely was.” Nando was bewildered with Jesus' sudden chilly tone.
He watched him get dressed and leave silently, understanding he had worded his explanation wrongly.
He was free to return to his room, but he didn't want to. Besides the sex, he knew Sergio had another reason to be upset with him and this was what worried him the most. He had a lot of thinking to do before getting out of the safety of the spare room.
After a while, he had decided. He would come clean. With everything. But in the morning, as he didn't feel he was ready to face Sergio the same night.
***
“That felt great, Sergi.” Carlos pressed his lips to Busquet's chest.
“It sure did. Thanks.” the Catalan blushed.
“Oh, don't mention it. It's been nothing but a pleasure.”
“Can you guys, I don't know, keep quiet, I’m trying to sleep!” Pedro interjected from the other bed.
Sergi and Carlos stifled laughter, both no longer feeling embarrassed that the Canarian was in the same room and had probably heard them.
“Go back to sleep Pedro.”
Pedro didn't reply and there was silence for a while.
“I guess I should go. Sleep tight.” Carlos whispered and got out of bed.
Dressing in the dark was not his specialty, but he managed it quite quickly and he soon left the room quite impressed with what had happened.
“Sergi.” Pedro called.
“Yes?”
“How come we never hooked up?”
“You have a boyfriend, Pedro!!”
“Right. Right. OK, going back to sleep now. Do the same. And next time you bring someone back to the room, have the courtesy to be more quiet.”
Sergi replied nothing. He was too happy and exhausted to argue with his teammate. He fell asleep most peacefully.