The Itch
The Itch
Joe Hart had this itch. Both metaphorical and psychological in nature, this itch had begun when that impish tart David Silva had infected him with the Zombie-like curse by simply smiling at him. While David helped him scratch the itch a few times, Joe knew David was playing towards another end game that didn’t involve him. When he caught Adam on his knees with David’s cock in his mouth in the showers, he knew he needed to find someone else to get rid of the itch. The problem was there wasn’t anyone on the team he felt was capable of helping him. David had hinted that Nigel was always up for fun but Joe was honestly a bit scared of the… accident prone man.
December rolled by slowly and with each passing day, the itch began to burn more and more. It was as if someone was lightly brushing his skin with a single hair. No matter what he did, the sensation would not go away. He was going to go completely insane at this rate.
January brought a sliver of relief before it cascaded into more pain. With the transfer window open, the club had secured a one Edin Dzeko. The Bosnian was a bit of a lone wolf and his first day in training, Joe knew he was fucked. Edin had sauntered up to him, given him a slow, cursory glance, before extending his hand and introducing himself with a smirk. It was as if someone threw itching powder all over him and when he accepted Edin’s hand, the powder sprang into action. Joe didn’t know or care why; he just knew he wanted Edin.
If David turned men into Zombies, than Edin turned men into raging monsters. Team dynamics were not the best and Mario was less than pleased at Edin’s addition to the squad. Then again, Mario was always displeased about something. Carlos had been the sole star striker, as had Edin at Wolfsburg despite what any roster said, and they were having problems connecting their games on the pitch. Mancini often looked like he wanted to throttle all three of them.
As the Keeper, Joe found himself working with the trio more often than not. Carlos was always pleasant, Mario was always brooding, but Edin was something completely else. Vastly talented, Edin scored on Joe more often than the Keeper would have liked and there was always something lingering in the smiles and smirks he threw Joe’s way as if he knew Joe wanted him.
“Do you let everyone score on you this easily?” Edin asked with a sneer after Joe failed to block a fairly routine shot.
“Fuck off,” Joe muttered, the itch coming to the forefront of his mind as Edin’s eyes glided slowly down and then back up his body.
Edin just laughed and rejoined Carlos and Mario. Joe bit his lip; he knew trouble when he saw it. The only problem was Joe wanted the trouble he saw. That trouble could get rid of the itch, of that he was certain.
By the time February came calling, Joe was on the proverbial pins and needles of sexual frustration. The team had fallen to third place, his best friends were on the long term injury list, and Edin-fucking-Dzeko was driving him up a goddamn wall. Joe had adjusted his entire schedule around avoiding the striker; coming to practice a half an hour early and leaving an hour late so they wouldn’t cross paths in the locker room and the showers in particular. Edin had taken to staring at him in the showers, and Joe swore the man was a sadist who did it solely to see what power he had over the Keeper. To Joe’s mortification, Edin did have that power over him and he found himself beginning to grow hard and had run out as fast as possible. The bastard knew what he was doing to Joe and Joe was turning into one of those rage monsters waiting for something to happen.
* * *
Two goals in four minutes- Joe knew Edin was going to be insufferable. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Edin to ask him to stay after the match and help him practice. Joe didn’t know where the man got the energy to want to practice after a match, but he supposed they were both riding the adrenaline high after winning an important game. Waiting a good hour for the stadium to clear out, they returned to the pitch. Only a minimum amount of lights were on and it was eerily silent with the roaring crowds missing. It was late and everyone had hightailed it home- it was possible that Joe and Edin were the only people there. The thought of being totally alone with Edin made Joe feel… itchy.
They worked in near silence for the first half hour- a half an hour where every time Joe felt Edin’s eyes on him, his skin would begin to prickle. He was thankful he was wearing his gloves or else he would have scratched his skin raw at this point. When they reached the point where exhaustion from the game and the current impromptu practice began to creep up on them, they were both drenched with sweat and panting heavily.
“Tired already?” Edin called from where he was, the attitude in his voice and posture pushing at Joe’s buttons. “Psh, Keepers.”
“Put your money where your mouth is,” Joe retorted back with a glare. “Fifty quid says you can’t score on me going one on one.”
“I don’t need your money,” Edin scoffed before a crafty grin came onto his lips. “Let’s just say you’ll owe me a favor.”
“It doesn’t matter; you’re not getting a ball by me.”
The crafty grin grew larger and Joe was reminded of a wolf going in for the kill. He swallowed heavily and planted himself in the center of his goal as Edin set a ball down in the middle of the field. Joe remembered watching him slowly roll the ball to a start, taking his time to build up speed. Joe knew when he took a few steps forward to cut down the angle Edin had available to shoot that he had to stop the ball at any cost because he wasn’t going to let Edin win. He didn’t understand how the hell Edin managed to chip the ball up at that angle while running so fast. But what was even more confusing and embarrassing was that Joe had been so focused on the ball and not his surroundings that he somehow managed to find himself tripping and becoming tangled in the net as the ball dropped in.
Fuck.
“That was a fluke,” Joe protested, struggling against the net.
“Don’t make excuses,” Edin came into his view, the smirk on his lips and his gaze making Joe’s skin crawl. “You’re just not good enough to stop me.”
Joe growled and made to swing at Edin’s legs with the hope of knocking the cocky striker flat on his ass. To his embarrassment, neither his arms or legs were cooperating and he realized he was caught in the net. Edin’s eyes lit up with amusement and he howled in laughter as he watched Joe struggle in vain against where his boots and gloves managed to get hooked into the net. If there was one place Joe didn’t want to be, it was sprawled and stuck on the ground in front of the itch-inducing Edin Dzeko.
“Don’t just stand there,” Joe mumbled, face red from both exertion and embarrassment. “Help me out of here.”
“I don’t know, you look good like that,” Edin was still breathing hard but Joe noticed the slight shift in his voice. “And I finally have you where I want you.” He collapsed onto the ground in the goal next to Joe, close enough for Joe to feel the heat radiating off the man in the frigid February air; the itching was unbearable. “And now, I’m going to claim my prize.”
Leaning over Joe to where their faces were nearly touching, Edin bit his lip as he stared into Joe’s eyes, as if testing to see how far he could push the Keeper. Bright red, but not backing down, Joe didn’t flinch away and eventually Edin smirked and pressed their lips together. Edin kiss was an extension of his personality- brash, straightforward, and possessive. Joe didn’t mind it at all, especially when Edin’s tongue began exploring his mouth. No, he didn’t mind one bit.
What he did mind was that Edin’s hands were slowly beginning to make their way down his chest and under his shirt while his hands were practically tied above his head. Grunting in his displeasure as he pulled at the net, Edin had the gall to snicker against Joe’s mouth as the Keeper tried to free himself. One of Edin’s hands came up to grab Joe’s wrists to prevent him from struggling with the net, while the other traced light circles on his torso, circling upwards. The soft pressure scraping against his skin made the itching worse and Joe’s whole body jerked as a finger circled his nipple and he cried out into Edin’s mouth as Edin’s nails dug into his skin and raked down the front of his body. He should have known someone who radiated the lone wolf personality would be kinky.
“Stop trying to get loose,” Edin muttered into his ear before biting the tip of it. “I won, I get to choose. You can choose if you ever manage to block a ball.”
“Bastard,” Joe mumbled, flinching at the cold air that rushed to greet his skin and the frigid mud that clung to his back as Edin pushed his jersey up over his head.
“Don’t complain; you’ve been staring at me for months but are too much of a little girl to do anything about it.”
“Says the man who waited for me to get stuck in a net before making his mo- OW!”
Edin bit down hard on the skin right above Joe’s right nipple, hard enough to where Joe knew there would be bruises in the morning if there weren’t already. Joe watched transfixed as Edin continued his way down Joe’s chest. He gasped and twitched at every new mark on his sensitive skin. Before long, his chest was a mangled masterpiece of red scratches, bite marks, and bruises from tightly gripping fingers. Joe knew this was more than Edin leaving his mark; this was Edin telling the other’s that Joe was off limits, that he was being claimed. It should have pissed Joe off, but it just increased his arousal. He could be angry later, but right now, his mind was on more pressing matters such as the hard item currently pressing into his leg.
There was a smug expression on Edin’s face when he pulled back to admire his handiwork. He pressed his fingers into Joe’s skin, dragging them down leisurely, the created friction scorching into Joe’s already irritated skin. The itching was being replaced by a slow burn, an addicting burn. Reaching down to pull Joe’s legs apart, the smug expression was quickly replaced by aggravation- while the net was keeping Joe from moving; it was also preventing him from spreading his legs.
“I guess you will have to unhook me,” Joe said with a smarmy little laugh.
“I don’t know,” Edin said, sitting up on his knees. “I could just leave you like this, I’m sure the groundskeeper will be surprised in the morning.”
Joe didn’t say anything, but threw a lazy, knowing smirk in Edin’s direction. Huffing, Edin quickly loosened one of Joe’s boots from the net, but left the other firmly ensnared. He wasn’t going to make it easy for the tall Keeper. Cupping the back of Joe’s calf, Edin pulled Joe’s legs apart and kneeled in between them. Putting his hands on either side of the Keeper, he covered Joe’s body with his own and once again demanded entry into Joe’s mouth. Nipping almost violently, the faint taste of iron filled their mouths as Edin’s teeth accidentally cut Joe’s lip after biting a little too hard. Joe wasn’t concentrating on that though; he was concentrating on the feeling of their hips grinding together. Able to brace himself with his one free leg, Joe pushed and writhed against Edin, delighting in the groan he managed to rip from the other player.
“Take your shirt off,” Joe panted between breaths.
“Beg me.”
“What?”
“If you want it off, you can beg me for it.”
Joe glared at the amused man above him before turning his face away. Edin was having none of Joe’s pouting and grabbed his chin and forced Joe to look at him.
“Don’t be a child, Hart.”
“Take your shirt off,” Joe gasped as Edin managed to rub against a sensitive spot in their frenetic grinding. “Please Edin; I want to see you with it off.”
“Why, you can’t touch me.”
“I want to…” Joe stopped, blushing bright red at the words that nearly left his lips and looked away again.
“Hey,” Edin stopped moving against him and this time instead of jerking Joe’s face back around, he placed a gentle kiss to the corner of Joe’s mouth, “don’t be embarrassed. Tell me what you’re thinking, don’t hold it back.” Another soft kiss, this time right underneath his Adam’s apple. “I love it when people talk dirty.”
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” Joe mumbled self-consciously, “I want to know if you feel as good as I’ve imagined.”
“Go on.”
“At night, when I… you know… It’s you, I always think of you.”
“So you imagine me a lot, do you?” Edin practically purred into his ear, the cocky grin back on his face. “Is that why you can’t use the showers at the same time as me?”
Laughing, Edin languidly removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. Joe bit the corner of his abused lip as his eyes followed the sweat trails down Edin’s torso. In the faint glow given off by the few lights still on, his slick body was a mix of soft luminescence and sharp shadows; it was rather fitting. His torso was the only part of his body not covered in mud as his legs and arms were coated in the substance from lying on the pitch. Leaning back down, Edin kissed the skin right above Joe’s shorts before slowly taking his time kissing his way up Joe’s body, allowing their skin to touch for the first time and Joe moaned and pressed up into Edin’s warm, sweat drenched skin. He was so hard that it was getting to the point of being unbearable; his nerves were on fire and he felt like if he didn’t get release soon, he was going to go insane.
“Edin,” his voice was near whimpering and he cringed at how wanton he sounded, “Please…”
“Please what, Joe?” He felt Edin’s lips grinning against his chest as he reached down to cup Joe through his shorts, making Joe jerk.
“I want… I want,” he couldn’t even speak in complete sentences; his mind was in complete sensory overload. Taking a deep breath, he tried to make sure he voice wasn’t shaking when he said, “Just fuck me already, okay.”
Edin pushed himself up, and planting a light kiss on Joe’s temple, murmured, “Okay.”
Standing up, Edin reached behind the goal post for his bag. Opening it, he pulled a small tube of lube and a packet of condoms out. Joe inwardly rolled his eyes- of course Edin had been planning this and Joe fell for it like the proverbial fly following the spider. Er, except he had got caught in a net instead of a web. Whatever. It wasn’t like he minded.
Reaching up, Edin unhooked Joe’s gloves from the net and Joe winced at the stiffness in his arms and shoulders as the blood started flowing to them again. Able to pull his leg from the net and free himself, he stared at Edin as he pulled his gloves off, waiting for a hint at what the Bosnian wanted him to do.
“Get up,” Edin demanded as he got to his feet.
Scrambling up, Joe found himself quickly backed against the post, as Edin’s lips crashed against his. Desperate hands jerked both of their shorts down and soon, they were pressed up against each other clad only in their socks and boots, and a liberal coating of mud from grinding against each other on the pitch. Their cocks rubbed against each other, trapped in the mind numbing friction of their lower torsos. Edin’s teeth were sunk into Joe’s shoulder and Joe’s eyes were screwed shut as he bit his lip, trying not to cry out at the contrasting pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Licking the bite marks, Edin kissed Joe’s shoulder, before his hands came to rest on Joe’s hips, stopping their movement.
Turning Joe around, he pushed him down to his knees and dropped behind him. Joe braced himself against the goal post at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, his head resting on the frigid metal. He heard the pop of a lid as Edin opened the bottle of lube. A slick, exploratory finger slid along his crack and Joe gasped at the cold liquid. Kissing his lower back, Edin pressed a finger in, working it in and out a few times before pressing in a second finger. Joe grit his teeth at the weird intrusion. It wasn’t his first time with another man, but it had definitely been a while. Edin knew what he was doing; slowly drawing his fingers in and out, rotating and scissoring them open as he waited for Joe to relax around them. When Joe began pushing back against his fingers, Edin added another and this time Joe gasped at the burn that came with it. Distracting him, Edin reached around to Joe’s neglected cock and took it in his hand, pumping it as he pushed in and out with his fingers. Joe whimpered, hands sinking into the mud as he clawed at the ground beneath him.
When the fingers were suddenly gone, he moaned at their loss. Looking back, he watched as Edin wiped his fingers off on his jersey as he tore one of the condoms from the packet. Quickly rolling it on, he applied more lube before positioning himself at Joe’s prepared entrance. Kissing the skin at the base of Joe’s neck, Edin slowly pressed in, inch by inch as Joe trembled beneath him. Edin kept pressing small butterfly kisses across the back of Joe’s neck and shoulders until the Keeper had fully relaxed around him. Pushing in and out at a gentle pace, Joe began to move back to meet Edin’s unhurried strokes.
“Faster,” Joe gasped as one stroke brushed against his prostate and his legs almost gave out under him.
Edin’s chuckle resonated from deep in his throat as he pulled himself up from Joe’s back and put his hands on Joe’s already bruised hips. Holding them tightly, he began to thrust in and out at a quicker speed. Joe threw his head back to prevent himself from crying out. This whole scene was obscene: letting Edin fuck him on his knees against his goal post in their stadium. There was something voyeuristic about it and Joe was even more turned on at the thought of getting caught by someone. A long groan came from his lips as Edin pulled nearly all the way out before roughly plunging back in. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed across the deserted stadium and was joined by their grunts, groans, and little cries.
“Edin, oh god,” Joe mumbled in his blind ecstasy, the delicious full sensation overtaking him.
“Say my name like that,” Edin huffed, barely able to speak between gasps.
“Edin…” Joe let Edin’s name spill from his lips like it was the most sacred word in the world. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me Edin.”
“What do I do to you Joe?” Joe’s cock twitched at the lust in Edin’s voice as he said his name.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” Joe ground out, as Edin picked up his pace. “The way you smirk at me during practice, the way I can feel your eyes on me like you’re burning my skin, the way I want you to fuck me in the showers after practice.”
“We can do that,” Edin drawled, shifting a bit to the left.
Joe moaned loudly as Edin managed to hit that special spot again. He was going to have a bruise from where his collarbone was being slammed into the post as Edin drove in to him hard. For a few minutes, the only sound was their bodies striking against each other and the gasps their frantic coupling had produced. Then, Edin’s legs began to tremble and his nails dug into the tender flesh of Joe’s hips. One, two, three more strong strokes and he groaned loudly as came buried deep inside Joe. Joe kept thrusting his hips back and forth as Edin rode out his orgasm, eyes tightly shut as his groan turned into little cries. Collapsing against Joe’s slick back, he shuddered, chest heaving as he tried to regain his breathing.
Pulling out of Joe with a wet pop and tossing the condom aside, Edin shakily told Joe to stand up and lean with his back against the post. Joe got up onto trembling legs, weeping cock slapping against his stomach and leaving a trail of glistening pre-come. Pushing himself up on his knees, Edin grabbed Joe’s hips before taking Joe’s cock into his mouth. Joe had to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying out. Edin’s mouth was hot, his tongue was talented and in less than a minute, Joe was spilling himself down Edin’s throat while gasping loudly.
Joe’s legs threatened to collapse and he slid down the post so they were facing each other on their knees. They were both still breathing heavily, as everything that happened caught up with them: the match, the practice, and sex on the pitch. Edin moved first, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Joe’s head and drawing him in for a kiss, a kiss that tasted salty from the sweat and cum still flavoring Edin’s mouth. Kisses like that could be addicting. Joe wrapped his arms around Edin, allowing their kiss to deepen and they collapsed down on the grass. They stayed that way for a few minutes, slowly kissing and reeling in the afterglows of their orgasms.
Finally pulling apart when they began to shiver from being naked and covered in sweat and mud on the pitch in the middle of February, they laid pressed together for a minute before Edin said:
“This grass is making me itch”
To which Joe responded, “You don’t know what itchy is, trust me.”