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You couldn't have, you couldn't have
Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody
Who loves you more
So I will wait for the next time you want me
Like a dog with a bird at your door
pedri
wanna come over?
ferran wants to have a fifa tournament w all of the guys
gavi
is he gonna be there?
pedri
he who?
ferran?
guess so, he planned the whole thing
gavi
not funny pedri
pedri
i didnt realize i was tryin to b funny
im not laughing
genuinely tf pablo??
gavi
angelo
is he gonna b there?
pedri
ah
no
gavi
why not?
pedri
why u sud so weird abt it
??
gavi
im not
just answer
pedri
okay???
we just didnt work out
gavi
oh
why?
pedri
???
gavi whats up w u
gavi
im just curious
u are my best friend
u are supposed to tell me this stuff
dont b weird abt it
pedri
im the one being weird
gavi
yes
pedri
he didnt like that i was inexperienced in the whole dating/fucking
boys thing
gavi
oh
oh well
r u not?
pedri
pablo what the actual fuck is up w u
gavi
sorry
he’s a dick
pedri
i know
gavi
u deserve better
pedri
i guess so
gavi
u really do
i mean it
pedri
tnx
stop being weird pls
im gay so what
gavi
its not that
sorry
ill be there in 10
pedri
the guys are gonna b here in like 2h
gavi
idc
Pedri and Pablo’s unspoken emotions towards each other were an open secret, a tale whispered among all who knew them intimately. It was a mere fact that those two boys belonged together but weren’t brave or mature enough to say it out loud.
Their teammates were well aware of their longing glances and not so secret touches in between practice. Their siblings, Fer and Aurora, had heard them rant about the other one for hours and hours. Their closest friends even knew how they really felt about each other, but none of them wanted to get in the middle of two boys who were barely discovering each other and their sexuality.
Everybody took a step back, leaving Gavi and Pedri in complete responsibility of what was to come in between them, eagerly waiting for the day that they would solve whatever was on their hearts.
The only problem was that Pablo and Pedri did not know how to handle that responsibility, both of them too afraid of what the outcome could be if they poured their hearts out. The canarian, on one hand, had shed enough guilty tears because of the way his heart beat when Gavi was near. He felt ashamed at the beginning, not accepting that a gorgeous seventeen year old Pablo could turn his world upside down. On the other hand, Gavi felt ragging agony every time he saw Pedri smile and he wasn't the reason behind it, making the growing flame build up inside him every time another boy dared to approach his – not actually his – Pedri.
They both had come to terms with their feelings in markedly different ways. Pedri had had this realization due to the unmistakable quickening of his heart whenever the sevillian drew near, the longing for Pablo's undivided attention, and the palpable absence in his heart when he was merely inches away. He could tell by how he flushed when Pablo complimented him and in the way he would find any excuse to get the younger boy closer and closer.
Pedri had carried the weight of his feelings for boys silently throughout his life, but it wasn't until Gavi that he was able to admit it to others, and especially, to himself .
In contrast, Pablo had deciphered his own feelings through the intense fire that coursed through his body whenever anyone dared to linger their gaze on Pedri for a moment too long. It was expected of him though, everybody was well aware that the sevillian kept his feelings on edge, until they consumed him whole and ended up bursting his heart open.
Gavi realized this revelation days after Pedri had come out, noticing how, suddenly, the canarian became a magnet for attention from brash, cocky men in bars, clubs, and even on the streets of Barcelona during their weekly walks. It seemed like a newfound confidence had bloomed within Pedri, and it bothered Pablo to no end.
Perhaps it was Pedri's newfound confidence in his sexuality that stirred envy in Pablo – how Pedri had managed to discover who he was without someone holding his hand throughout the process.
The thing was that Gavi didn't like being left behind. He resented that Pedri seemed miles ahead in his journey of self-discovery, granting him the freedom to pursue relationships with boys who weren't him – a reality that Pablo couldn't change, much as he wished he could.
Despite the uncertainty, in his most delirious moments, Pablo dared to hope that Pedri might share his feelings. He had the courage to entertain the possibility that they could not be just friends – friends definitely did not act the way they did – but Gavi approached these daydreams cautiously, mindful of the potential heartache that awaited him. At the end of the day, he was just an eighteen-year-old who did not want to get his heart broken by the person he loved the most.
Just because Pedri liked boys did not mean he liked Pablo.
But there was one thing, a very crucial fact that kept both Pablo and Pedro awake at night. Gavi did not like boys.
At least that's what Pedri was sure of; the younger boy had never shown any kind of attraction towards anyone from the same gender. At parties, Gavi was always wrapped around girls, and even if the sevillian never actually went home with them, – at least in front of the elder – Pedri was a hundred percent sure he had hooked up with most of them.
That mere fact kept Pedri uncertain of Pablo’s real intentions behind all of the intimate moments they spent together. Cuddles in bed, soft kisses on the cheek or forehead and lingering glances behind closed doors were not things you did with your bro-pal, but what if that was just how Gavi was towards all of his closest friends?
And Pablo, well, he had never experienced anything quite like what he felt for Pedri with any other boy. But truth be told, he had never felt that way about anyone, regardless of their gender.
He knew he liked girls, of course. There was never any doubt about that.
As for boys, well, that was a bit more complicated. He wasn't entirely sure where he stood on that spectrum.
But then Pedri managed his way into his heart, and suddenly, he had never been so certain about anything in his life.
With Pedri, it wasn't just a question of liking or not liking boys. It was an undeniable attraction, something that made his heart grow big and his head spin with fondness. Pablo found himself drawn to Pedri in ways he couldn't quite explain, but he didn't need to understand it fully. All he knew was that being with Pedri felt right, and that was enough for him to begin exploring other options besides heterosexuality.
Their relationship existed in a delicate balance of unspoken longing and shared intimacy, a dance of hesitancy and desire that neither dared to fully acknowledge. They tiptoed around the edges of what could be, unsure of how to bridge the gap between friendship and something deeper.
It was okay for now, they both could live with the uncertainty of their feelings for a couple of months, it was a comfortable ambiguity after all.
But the clock was ticking, and at any moment, either of them could shatter.
Alejandro and Ansu were unsurprised to find Pedri dozing off on the couch, lately the canarian seemed constantly worn out. However, what should have caught them off guard – but it definitely did not – was the sight of him nestled cozily on top of a very enamored Pablo.
“Well, isn’t that just adorable,” Ansu remarked with a small grin. He enjoyed seeing his best friends happy, but their obliviousness to their mutual feelings for each other made him want to slam his head against the wall.
“Shhh, don’t wake him up. He hasn’t been able to sleep well for days” Gavi whispered as he softly caressed his friend’s cheek. The past couple of days Pedri had been texting him until very late hours at night, which could only mean that the elder had not been able to follow his strict sleeping schedule. Honestly, Pablo admired how much responsibility Pedri put into becoming a the best athlete, the sevillian could never go to bed before midnight even if he wanted to.
“You’re just saying that because you two haven’t slept in the same bed since the game against Bilbao” Alej pointed out, prompting a scoff from Pablo. That was definitely just a coincidence. Despite sleeping better when Pedri was around, Gavi wasn't ready to acknowledge it openly, not even to his very dumb friends.
As their friends trickled in, nobody batted an eye at Pedri and Pablo’s intimacy – it had become a normalcy for the two boys to be attached to each other all of the time. Fermín just smiled at them before placing a kiss on Pablo’s head, Eric took a picture of the boys as Gavi flipped off the camera, and lastly, as soon as he saw what was going on, Pablo Torre whispered something to Ansu, who responded with an irritated "Not yet."
But then Ferran arrived, and being one of the few who knew what the hell was going on between those two, wasted no time teasing them.
“Pedri, I did not invite myself over just to watch you nap with your boyfriend” the valencian said as he annoyingly poked Pedri on his leg.
“I genuinely despise you, Ferran” the canarian said as he rubbed his eyes and moved from his place in Pablo’s arms. The term boyfriend had made his heart skip a beat, but nobody commented on it and Gavi just looked uncomfortable, so he just ignored the tug on his chest and pretended like his heart was not breaking at Pablo’s indifference.
In a few minutes, all of the boys were sitting around in front of the TV and shifted their focus to their little FIFA tournament, and of course, Pedri was beating them all.
“I still don’t get how you are so good at this stupid game” Eric complained when Pedri scored yet another goal.
“Injuries give you a lot of free time” and then everyone was quiet. Shit , Pedri thought, he did not want to ruin the mood like that, it was just a joke. Just when he felt like he was going to drown in his own shame, he felt a hand on his thigh, and he knew exactly who it was.
“Don’t lie, the truth is that the rest of you really suck” Pablo said with a smile, trying his best to take the attention away from Pedri.
“Oh fuck off!” Ferran yelled before throwing a cushion on the sevillian’s face. “Not our fault you always get to practice with Pedri” Fermín added as he slapped his best friend on the back of his head.
“Thank you” the elder murmured with a small smile, which made Pablo place a soft kiss on the other boy’s shoulder before continuing his conversation with Alej.
After a few hours, all of the boys seemed to grow tired of the videogame. Ferran had insisted on ordering some pizza and beer, therefore, they were a bit too tipsy to follow the graphics of the game. Pablo Torre was on the verge of nodding off on the floor, while Fermín had begun to ramble about a girl he had met at the beach a few days ago.
“Okay, let’s play something else” Ferran stated as he threw the controller on the sofa. “Hey! I was winning” Gavi complained, it was always nice to piss the valencian off with a simple thing such as a FIFA match.
“I don’t care”
“What do ya wanna play?” Eric asked, kicking Torre awake. He had never felt so old as he saw these kids – his stupid younger friends – getting slightly drunk just from a couple of beers.
“Spin the bottle” the valencian said with a smirk and Pedri knew exactly what he was doing. Never again he was going to confess his feelings for any boy to Ferran, even if he was one of his best friends. This was Ferran’s way to make Pedri kiss Pablo, disguised under innocent fun, given that everyone else was also dared to follow that idiotic game.
“Are we back in middle school?” Gavi asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He would gladly kiss Pedri senseless, but not when everyone else was staring at them, and definitely not when that game could also mean there was a chance he would have to kiss Ferran. Disgusting.
“Y’all are hot. But I’m not gay” Torre pointed out as he started sobering up. “I don’t mind,” Fermín added with a crooked smile, earning chuckles from the group – he really was a bisexual mess.
“I don’t mean kissing, I’m not a whore. It could just be a truth or dare and use the bottle to pick the victim.”
"But you are a whore" Ansu teased, making Ferran stick his tongue out at him. They were all children, pro-football players for one of the best teams in the world, but kids after all.
Before they knew it – Pedri could not tell exactly how – the eight boys found themselves seated in a circle with a spinning bottle in the middle. Surprisingly, it wasn't as awkward as expected; in fact, Pedri had to admit it was quite fun. So far in the game, Ansu had to post a cringe-worthy picture on his Instagram story, Ferran had to confess his most embarrassing flirting anecdote, Alej had to reveal his recent texts with a girl he was going out with, and Gavi had to attempt to carry Fermín on his shoulders.
They were all laughing at their stupid actions and silly confessions, they felt like regular college students having a good time rather than professional footballers bending the rules by drinking alcohol, contrary to their nutritionists and Xavi’s advice.
“Pedri, truth or dare?” Ferran asked and Pedri instantly knew there was nothing good coming out of this. “Truth”
“What’s a kink you have in bed?” and then everyone was laughing as Pedri’s cheeks tinted red, but no one seemed to notice how Gavi’s lips parted and a shiver ran through his body.
“I- I…uhm, I don’t–”
“C’mon Pepi , we all know you’re not a virgin”
What the fuck, Ferran, Pablo thought, shooting the valencian a very angry glance for exposing Pedri like that. But then, Pedri’s text from earlier that day came back to him. He didn’t like that I was inexperienced in the whole dating/fucking boys thing.
Had he been lying? How did Ferran know Pedri was not a virgin? – he was twenty, of course he was not – oh …had Pedri fucked girls ? Had he…?
Pablo's thoughts were abruptly halted by Pedro's blunt admission, "I like to be pushed around."
Oh. my. god.
Pablo was suffocating, he could not breathe.
The valencian erupted into laughter, playfully pinching Pedri's cheek before resuming the game. To everyone else, Pedri's confession had been nothing more than a lighthearted tease, something to rib him about later. But for Gavi, it was a revelation that tugged his lower abdomen and made his head race with not so innocent thoughts.
Pedri liked to be pushed around during sex. Calmed and always composed Pedri liked to lose his controlled self in bed. The thought alone was almost overwhelming, Pablo could be exactly what he wanted if he just let him.
Oh, he was going to die right there.
Jealousy surged through Pablo's mind like a raging storm. How did Pedri know he liked to be pushed around? Had someone else been intimate with him in that way? The mere thought of anyone else touching his precious Pedri ignited a fierce fury within Pablo. He felt the need to punch whoever had dared to lay a finger on Pedri. He wanted to unleash his bottled-up anger on whoever that fucker could be until it extinguished the fiery jealousy burning in his heart and it washed away the bitter taste in his mouth.
“Uh, you okay?” Pedro's voice broke through Pablo's thoughts, his thumb pressing gently on Gavi's knee, grounding him back to reality.
“Mhh, sure” the boy was still on edge, standing in a limbo between desire and jealousy, a dangerous ground when it came to someone like Pablo. Someone who always dived heart first and reasoning second.
As the game continued for a few more rounds, Pablo noticed a shift in Pedri's behavior. The usually composed boy now nervously bounced his leg and stole longing glances in Pablo's direction. It was as if he was waiting for Gavi's reaction to his confession, but Pablo was too stunned to respond.
It was about midnight when the boys started leaving Pedri’s place and it surprised no one when Gavi was left behind, clearly planning to stay the night.
As soon as they were alone, they walked into the canarian’s room in comfortable silence. The tension that had grown between them suddenly vanished as they realized that they could easily fall into their routine of not speaking about whatever was going on between them. Both of them were dying to say something, to address the confession Pedri had made in front of everyone, but they were cowards, and it was easier to act as if nothing had happened.
Their relationship was too precious to ruin it now.
After changing into their normal sleeping outfits – Pablo in his worn out training shorts, shirtless, and Pedri clad in one of the younger boy’s hoodies paired with just boxers – they nestled into bed, gravitating towards each other's embrace. Pedri, almost instinctively, draped himself over Pablo, the tension leaving his body as he buried his face into the curve of the other boy's neck. It felt like returning home, a comforting familiarity washing over them, finally allowing the boys to relax completely, knowing without a doubt that this was precisely where they were meant to be.
It didn’t take long for Pedri to fall asleep; he was not a usual drinker and beer only made his vision blurry around the edges - in this case, it had made him a bit braver too. Therefore, as soon as he closed his eyes and felt the warmth of Pablo's presence, his body succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into a peaceful slumber.
Gavi tried to follow, closing his eyes and inhaling the apple scent coming from the other boy’s hair, but it was impossible. His brain had gotten stuck on Pedri’s words and his body was reacting to them.
I like to be pushed around. I like to be pushed around. I like to be pushed around.
Even if he was trying his best to avoid it, the boy could not help but picture Pedri pinned into the bed with flushed cheeks and spread legs. That daydream had haunted Gavi’s mind since the day he had realized his feelings for the canarian, but now that there was a confirmation that it was exactly how Pedri wanted to be, it made his head dizzier and his shorts tighter.
I like to be pushed around. I like to be pushed around. I like to be pushed around.
There was a small part of him that felt bad for thinking about Pedri that way – naked and sprawled on the bed under him – while the boy was comfortably sleeping on top of him. But his teenage mind was bigger than that, he could clearly imagine how the boy would look under Pablo’s body, how he would sound screaming his name, how he would look at Gavi with those pretty brown eyes filled with tears as he begged for more…
Enough, Pablo thought when Pedri shifted in his place, getting closer to him.
He wasn’t sure if he was talking to his brain or his dick.
But he had to stop, it was not alright. Pedri was peacefully sleeping, trusting Pablo in his most vulnerable state, and the younger boy had no right to break that trust.
After a silent battle within himself, when he finally admitted his defeat – his hard on didn’t go down – Gavi carefully got out of bed, doing his best not to wake the other boy up. He thought he succeeded until he noticed Pedri subconsciously reaching out for him, a faint pout forming on his lips as he realized Pablo was no longer there. The sevillian was utterly enamored, and he would do anything to have the sight of Pedri in his bed every night for the rest of his life.
Pablo quickly got in the shower, hoping that the cold stream of water would help him forget the scenes printed on his brain. Unfortunately, the fact that everything in that bathroom smelled like Pedri – the shampoo, the body wash and that stupid scented candle the elder liked so much – made his problem even worse. It was like everything around Gavi was radiating Pedri, Pedri, Pedri and he couldn't get enough of it.
If you asked Pablo, he would have said that he did not really mean it when he started lowering his hand towards his lower abdomen, that he did not really mean it when he started slowly stroking himself, and he definitely did not really mean it when his thoughts landed on Pedri’s pouty lips, rosy cheeks and the goddamn I like to be pushed around.
“Fuck…Pedri” the boy murmured as he quickened his speed, the mere thought of being able to do whatever he pleased with the canarian’s body taking him closer and closer to the edge.
What Pablo did not know though, was that Pedri had abruptly woken up when he heard the shower running and realized that the sevillian was no longer on his side. The poor boy had completely freaked out, thinking that it was Pablo’s way of running away from Pedri’s stupid confession.
In his defense, he just said it because he needed Ferran to shut his mouth.
He was not a virgin, in the most shameful moments of his self-discovery journey, he had slept around with a couple of girls back in Tenerife, but his friends did not need to know that – Pablo did not need to know that. Nevertheless, it hadn't been a lie either, when Pedri had messed around with random boys he met at bars, he found himself relinquishing control, a stark contrast to the self confidence he displayed on the football field, where calculated dominance of the ball was his best skill.
Pedri was about to knock on the door of the bathroom and ask if Gavi was alright – taking a shower at 2am was not normal, even for Pablo – when he heard a soft moan.
The canarian froze in his place, convincing himself that he was merely hallucinating. Pablo was definitely not jerking off in his shower. Was he?
But curiosity got the best of Pedri, being as quiet as he could, he pressed his ear to the door. Of course, it was just to check if Pablo was alright – sure.
With every sound that Pedri was able to hear through the door, he felt his knees trembling and lust pooling on his lower belly. He knew he was intruding, that he should leave Pablo to do his own business in private – even if it was in his home – but he just couldn't, it was like his dirtiest fantasies were coming true and he was barely inches away.
Just as Pedri contemplated retreating to the safety of the kitchen for a much needed distraction, he heard it - the unmistakable voice of a thoroughly aroused Pablo, “God Pedri , yeah”.
And Pedri might have died a little.
A reckless impulse seized Pedro's mind, urging him to abandon all reason and give in to his carnal desires – get inside.
Despite the rational voice in his head warning against such impulsive action – after all, they had both been drinking that day, and even if they weren't drunk per se, Pedri couldn't ignore the possibility that the beer might have clouded Pablo's judgment regarding his sexual desires – the elder could not stop his limbs from moving.
He opened the door as quietly as he could, and as soon as he got in, Pedri felt his mouth watering at the muffled sounds Pablo was making. For a moment, the boy genuinely thought that everything was just a wet dream, hearing Gavi’s dirtiest sounds could only mean he had finally reached heaven.
After taking Pablo's hoodie off and standing in front of the shower curtain with only his boxers – and an on growing boner – for what felt like hours, Pedro's bravery slowly began to dissolve. What the fuck had he been thinking? Was his plan to simply jump on Pablo without any explanation? Had he lost his mind?
But, as soon as he started regretting all of the life decisions he had made to take him into that awkward (insane) moment, he heard it again. “ Pedri , fuck”
That was all it took for Pedri to throw caution to the wind. With a surge of determination, he pulled back the shower curtain and pressed Pablo into the closest wall, desperately sealing their lips together.
The first word that came to Pedri’s mind was electrifying . It was a kiss filled with the weight of months of suppressed emotions, of unspoken words and silent yearning. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying everything they had ever wanted to say but could never find the courage to voice aloud. The skin to skin touch made the canarian’s body feel like it was on fire, something that not even the lukewarm water pouring over them could extinguish.
It surprised him how Gavi’s hands instinctively pressed on his lower back, how it took only a couple of seconds for the younger boy to get out of his shocked state and melt into Pedri’s embrace so easily. But mostly, it surprised him how Pablo seemed as eager as he was to finally be able to press their bodies together.
Now the sevillian was the one pressing Pedri into the wall, his dominant desires finally catching up to him and trying to fulfill every fantasy he had ever had with the elder as his main inspiration. He was placing open-mouthed kisses on every inch of Pedri’s neck as he grinded his cock on the other boy’s thigh, still trying to find the release he had been denied a couple of minutes ago – not that he complained though.
Pedri, on the other hand, was sure he had reached paradise. Pablo was grinding on him as the canarian ran his fingers on his newfound chocolate curls, his dick was still painfully covered, but Gavi’s firm grasp of his ass and desperate trace of love bites was a definite ticket to paradise.
Pedri’s head was spinning, all of his worries seeming unjustified given to Pablo’s pleased moans and evident attraction towards him. Nevertheless, even in a very passionate moment like that, he still longed for reassurance, just to calm the subtle pang of anxiety in his chest.
“Good?” he murmured softly after Gavi parted from one of their heated kisses. The boy looked stuck for a second, the water was still running on them and the pink blush on his cheeks made Pablo look just lovely. But even if he should have known the answer just by looking at Pablo’s blown pupils and hard cock, Pedri needed the verbal confirmation, and Gavi seemed to understand it.
“Perfect” the younger boy said as he caressed Pedri’s cheek with so much tenderness that the canarian’s heart might have just bursted in that second.
I might be in love with you. Pedri wanted to say, but of course he did not, he was not brave enough.
However, instead of exposing his deepest secret in the form of a love confession, he did another thing he had been dying to do for months.
He pushed Pablo a bit further from him, turned off the shower head, and dropped into his knees.
“Jesus Christ” Pablo groaned as he looked at Pedri right in the eyes before placing one of his hands on the other boy’s dark hair “You want that?”
“Very much so” the elder replied with an innocent smile, getting his lips closer to Gavi’s groin.
“You’re going to kill me” and then, the sevillian was guiding his cock into his friend’s pretty lips.
It was slow at first, Pedri was eager but not experienced enough to take full control of the situation. Regardless of that, Pablo was doing his best not to come right there, having Pedri on his knees with his mouth on his cock was definitely a very difficult test for his stamina. Pedri was trying his best to take the whole length into his mouth, ignoring the tears in his eyes and the slight pain on the back of his throat, curling the tongue around the head as he tried to maintain as much eye contact as he was able to.
As Pablo got closer and closer, his vision started to turn white, restraining his body from pursuing the wet warmth of the elder’s mouth. While he was very excited to play around with Pedri’s boundaries – especially the whole pushing around thing – he was not sure where they currently stood or how much could the boy actually handle, therefore, he was just going to enjoy whatever he was allowed to have.
“You’re doing so good, baby. ‘m close” the sevillian admitted as he grabbed a fist of Pedri’s hair, warning him to back up if he intended to.
But of course he didn't intend to. Pedri moaned at the confession, his mind going blank at the fact that he was causing such a reaction from Pablo. He could tell the boy was close by the way his movements became sloppier and his breath ragged, but it only made Pedri want to continue even further.
After a few more seconds, the younger could not hold himself for any longer and spilled inside Pedri’s mouth with the canarian’s piercing brown eyes fixated on his. The elder shivered before swallowing the contents of his mouth and licking his lips clean, it was the first time he had dared to do that, but he had to admit it was not exactly of his disliking.
It took a moment for Pablo to stop the overwhelming electricity that was running through his entire body, but he was not going to waste his opportunity to get his hands on Pedri’s body, not even after an earth-shattering blowjob. “God, Pedri, you’re gorgeous” he admitted, softly caressing the canarian’s cheek, absolutely love-struck by Pedri’s shining eyes and self assured smile.
“Yeah?”
“Come ‘ere sweetheart” the sevillian answered as he helped Pedri stand up, still doing his best to press the other boy against the wall, before pressing a short peck on Pedri’s lips. “Good?”. Pablo had to be sure it had been as pleasant for the elder as it had been for him, it was no fun if he was the only one enjoying himself.
“Mmm, so good” Pedri admitted with a small chuckle before leaning his forehead on Gavi’s shoulder, his body still flooded with the buzz of lust as he still ached for his release.
“Oh you’re so pretty” the words were not supposed to slip out of his lips, but Pablo still said them as he lowered his hand and took off Pedri’s very wet boxers before grabbing the boy’s cock on his palm. He wanted to make Pedri feel good as he had done for him, and just being able to jerk the canarian off was a hundred times better than any type of wet fantasy he could have ever had. “Can I?”
“Please” in that fleeting instant, Gavi would have willingly fallen to his knees and offered his very soul to the devil himself if it meant hearing Pedri beg again.
Pablo was unhurried with his movements, he was definitely not experienced when it came to doing this on someone that wasn't himself, but the soft whimpers that came out of Pedri’s lips were enough for him to grow more confident with his hand. It didn’t take long for him to notice the canarian’s desperation, his furrowed brows, his moaning, his slowly arching back, and the lovely tint of red in his cheeks, it was enough for Pablo to understand the boy was getting closer to the edge. “Let go, Pedri. I’ve got you” and just like that, the elder was spilling on Gavi’s hand, squirming at the oversensitivity of Pablo’s constant touch.
Trying to toy around a little with Pedri’s newfound confidence and their we-cannot-name-this relationship, Pablo brought his thumb to his lips, tasting Pedri’s cum as he tried not to dwell on the fact that this was the first time he had the urge to get on his knees for a boy.
“That’s just pornographic Pablo, c’mon” Pedri joked trying to catch his breath and stop the overwhelming thoughts that started to cloud his brain – what the fuck does this even mean for us? He pushed the younger boy away in a joking manner before stepping out of the shower and covering himself with a towel.
“Let’s go to bed” Pedri said, hoping that this very reckless act had not ruined their friendship, begging the gods above that it couldn't just be a one time sexual impulse with no feelings behind it. His heart was not going to be able to put itself back together if this didn't mean the same for Pablo.
Yes, he had been the one who got into the fucking shower without any warning, but he had only done that because Pablo was moaning his name in the middle of the night in that same fucking shower. It had to mean something…right?
As they made their way to bed after drying themselves off and changing into clean clothes, Pablo's light hearted comment caught Pedri off guard “How do I always end up following you around?” there wasn't any cruel intention behind it, in fact, the sevillian was chuckling as he said it, but it made Pedri flinch in his place. He did not want Gavi following him around with this, he wanted the younger boy to want whatever could blossom between them after what just happened as much as he did, not just to go along with whatever Pedri pleased.
But again, he was not brave enough to comment about it.
“Because you’re obsessed with me…duh” Pedri replied, forcing a small smile as they reached the bed. But inside, he couldn't shake the fear that he had just made a grave mistake, risking their friendship for something uncertain and fragile. As they settled into bed, Pedri prayed silently to whatever higher power might be listening, hoping that this wasn't the end of everything they had built together.
Pablo, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. For him, this had been it . Pedri was usually not a reckless person, he thought everything through, this could not have been a thoughtless sexual impulse. Have me, I am all yours already, Gavi thought.
But then again, he was not mature enough to admit it.
They fell to their usual sleeping position in silence, neither of them daring to break the very palpable tension between them. Pedri, on one hand, was terrified of the younger boy's unexpected casualty about everything, he could not believe how Pablo was able to go on as if nothing had changed. As they hadn't gotten to know each other's bodies and sounds a few minutes ago. Gavi, on the other hand, was keeping his mouth shut for the only reason of not overstepping on the canarian's boundaries. He was well aware that Pedri felt cautious regarding the whole dating boys thing, being a professional gay football was not something you saw every day. Therefore, he was going to give Pedri all of the time he needed for everything to sink in before discussing the very real and very scary future that awaited them.
However, as neither of them were mind readers, they both lay there in silence, each consumed by their own thoughts and fears, unaware of the turmoil brewing within the other.
“We…um. Pedri, we should probably talk about this” Gavi said as he kissed the other boy’s hair, trying to show the elder that this could be their daily reality, he just had to say the word.
“Tomorrow” the canarian said instead, he was going to hold on to boyfriend-ish Pablo as long as he could before facing the cruelty of their real lifes.
"Tomorrow," he echoed softly, burying his nose in Pedri's hair, inhaling the scent of him as if trying to imprint it in his memory. They fell asleep in each other's arms, hoping that this could be the start of everything they had longed for.
Pedro and Pablo, in fact, did not talk about it the next day. Or the day after that, or the one after…and a week had passed without either of them being able to voice out loud their feelings towards each other.
It had not been on purpose though – maybe just a little – but the day after their little encounter in the shower, they both had forgotten to set their alarms and got to practice about half an hour later. They both had woken up at what they were sure was nine in the morning, having two hours to spend before they had to leave for Ciutat Esportiva.
They even spared some time for a lazy make out session in bed after Pedri woke up and caught Gavi staring at him with those beautiful doe eyes and an enamored grin, he just couldn't resist it when he joined their lips together – maybe he had been a bit braver than he always thought he was. After what felt like hours of getting to know each other's bodies a bit better with unhurried touches over their clothes and messy open-mouthed kisses, they had gone to make breakfast.
Taking their time to melt in each other's embrace, Pedri did his best to make protein pancakes. It was domestic, eating together in the morning after Pablo stayed the night was not unusual for them, but Gavi's arms enveloping him from behind, and his chin resting gently on Pedri's shoulder was definitely new.
Just after finishing their food, the canarian finally decided to check his phone for the first time in the morning, due to the unusual number of notifications he was receiving from Ferran. That’s the moment he eventually looked at what time it really was, and of course it was 11am, their training had already started, and Xavi would take his annoyance by making them run laps for the rest of the hour.
That day, there had been a valid reason for not speaking about what they had done, given that even after training, they were too mentally and physically exhausted for them to pour their hearts open in Pedri’s new car while he took a very sleepy Pablo home. It was not the right place or the right time.
So now, after seven days of still pining in secret and trying to keep their hands off each other, they were playing a match against Sevilla at Camp Nou.
As always, games against the blanquirrojos were though, but this was something way denser than that. Pablo’s entire kit was stained with mud and traces of blood from a wound a defender had caused him on the sheen. Gavi had been thrown around on the pitch as if he were a rag doll – which, to be honest, was his own fault due to the reckless tackles he had committed against the attackers so far – but that did not mean it was okay. Pedri was furious, he couldn’t believe how fucking thirty-year-olds were picking fights against someone half their age. He did understand that Gavi’s temper was a lot to deal with if you were on the opponent’s side, but that did not mean someone could throw him on the floor when the referee was not watching.
“Hey, Gav, you good?” Pedri asked as he placed a hand on the younger boy’s bruised elbow after he threw himself on the floor just to divert the ball from a midfielder – at this point Pablo was just being suicidal and the canarian wanted to punch some sense into him.
“Just a scratch, don’t worry” the boy shrug off, he was used to being specially targeted by the opposition’s defense, what really mattered was to score another goal to be able to ensure the three points – being able to win La Liga was not a dream anymore, it was becoming a reality and Pablo would do anything to be able to lift that trophy, just like his Barca idols did before.
Gavi winced as he felt the impact of another harsh tackle, his breath catching in his chest. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and he longed for the game to be over, only ten minutes remaining from the second time. But with the score tied at 1–1, he couldn't settle for a draw, especially not when Real Madrid loomed just a few points away from snatching the top spot on the table. It took him longer than usual to rise from the grass, his body protesting against the strain. He felt Pedro's worried gaze on him, and though he appreciated the concern, all he wanted in that moment was for Pedri to work his magic with those ridiculously successful long passes and assist someone for a last-minute goal. Time was running out, and every second counted.
And of course, as Pedri was used to doing, he did exactly what Pablo wanted.
As Gavi struggled to regain his footing, Pedri's eyes darted around the field, assessing the situation – if they wanted to beat his not-boyfriend up, at least he was going to make sure they did not get even one point from this match. With determination etched on his face, he spotted Pablo standing up before making a run towards the goal. Without hesitation, Pedri launched a precise long pass, perfectly timed to meet Gavi's path. With all his strength, Pablo directed a powerful header towards the goal, guided by Pedri's expertly placed assist.
Time seemed to stand still as the ball sailed through the air, narrowly missing the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper. And then, with a resounding thud, it found the back of the net, sending the stadium into a frenzy of cheers and applause.
Pedro's heart swelled with pride when he watched Gavi kiss the Barcelona badge as he ran towards the crowd with a huge grin plastered on his face.
As the whole team swarmed around Pablo, filling him with hugs and words of praise, the energy on the field was electric. Even Xavi couldn't contain his excitement as he joined in the celebration, jumping up and down with his brother in a tight embrace.
With each congratulatory embrace and encouraging word, Pablo felt a surge of pride and gratitude wash over him – this was exactly what he had dreamed in all those years at La Masia . They were so close to the league title, just a couple more matches, a couple more points, and they would be champions.
But amidst all the celebration, it was Pedro's quiet nod and knowing smile that meant the most to Gavi.
“We are doing this together, you and me, always”. Gavi admitted as he ran towards the canarian and lifted him off the floor with a tight embrace, making both of them giggle. “ Juntos , Gav”
But what Pedri hadn't anticipated was Gavi grabbing his hand as soon as the referee blew the final whistle, practically dragging him towards the stadium's tunnel and into the changing rooms. "Pablo, what's going on?" Pedri asked, his curiosity piqued as the boy led him into an empty physio room, locking the door behind them. Before Pedri could react, Gavi pressed him against the closest wall, their lips meeting in a desperate, passionate kiss.
Pedri was taken aback by the sudden intensity of the moment, but he found himself melting into the kiss, his heart racing with excitement, he could really get used to this.
There was a rawness to their kisses, an urgency born from the restraint they had to hold for an entire week. Hands roamed freely, fingers tangling in hair, grasping at clothing, seeking to pull each other closer, to erase any distance between them.
The canarian knew exactly what was happening, he knew Pablo like the palm of his hand after all. After particularly intense or emotionally draining games, Gavi would often find himself buzzing with excess energy, adrenaline coursing through his veins like electricity. It was Pablo’s most vulnerable state, the raw emotion making his head cloud and his body tremble. Normally, the sevillian would alleviate this pent-up energy by running laps at the training center until his muscles burned and his mind cleared. But now, as they melted into each other with heated kisses, Pedri couldn't help but feel a sense of privilege, knowing that he was able to offer Pablo the release he so desperately needed.
“What do you need?” the elder asked after Gavi took off his shirt and started spreading love bites through all of his neck, he was trying his best to focus, knowing that someone was probably looking for them.
“ You ” Pablo admitted, still very focused on marking the other boy’s neck with purplish bruises and holy fuck Pedri could have died right there. They were still sweaty from the match, their kits still mushed with dirt, and he was sure Pablo’s elbow was bleeding, but that did not matter now, not when their minds were clouding with lust and their chests were about to burst open.
Pedri had to admit he was a bit embarrassed at how they grinded into each other, as if they were horny teenagers hiding from their parents. But they had no choice, they were at a football stadium after a very important match, their teammates were probably looking for them and there was no time to waste.
Pablo came down from his high first, after Pedri slipped a hand on his shorts it did not take a lot of time for the younger boy to come undone as he imprinted his fingers on the canarian’s waist. After hearing Gavi’s stupidly pretty sounds as he moaned Pedri's name, and placing his thigh in between the elder’s legs so he could get off on it, it did not take much for him to come apart either.
“Hey, we gotta go Gav, we gotta shower and get home” Pedri said with a slight chuckle when he was able to catch his breath. Pablo was resting his forehead on the other boy’s shoulder, it looked as if all of the energy had drained from him, it was adorable.
“Let’s just get home” the younger boy said with a yawn. Pedri was absolutely smitten.
“You’re not getting in my car with cum stained shorts Pablo, let’s go”
As they walked into the changing rooms, their teammates looked at them with confused eyes, most of them were ready to leave while Pablo and Pedri just got into the room with sweaty hair, swollen lips and blushed cheeks. Nobody commented on it though, Alejandro and Ansu just hopped that this meant the two of them finally resolved their feelings for eachother.
“Would it be too weird for them if we shower together?” Pablo whispered in Pedri’s ear. He was starting to adapt into this apparent new normalcy for them, no longer feeling self conscious for wanting the canarian next to him – naked if you may add – all the time.
“I’m afraid so. Go shower, Gavi. You stink” Pedri laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies in his tummy. Pablo wanted him as much as he did. Whatever was going on in between them was mutual, and he was going to take advantage of any moment he could enjoy with Gavi until reality had to sink in.
As soon as the sevillian ran into one of the shower stalls, Ferran came towards Pedri with a smirk on his face. “Is that a hickey, Pedrito?” he asked, juggling his eyebrows. Pedri adored his best friend, but he could be quite stupid sometimes.
“No” he replied before placing a hand on his neck as he blushed even harder, he was going to kill Pablo.
“Pedri, that’s literally a–” “No. Shut up” and that only made Ferran burst into a laughing fit.
“ Hermano , c’mon have you and Gavito fu–”
“Don’t even start” Pedri was going to die of embarrassment, but he was not going to say out loud whatever was going on with him and Gavi. They had to figure it out first.
“But–” “Ferran. No”
“Oh my god you have fucked”
“I love gossip. Who did Pedri fuck?” Ansu said coming closer to them, even though he most likely knew the answer.
Pedri was genuinely going to pass out of embarrassment. Pablo and him really needed to solve this whole situation as soon as possible.
After that, something had shifted between them. It was as if a switch had been flipped, granting them the freedom to express their feelings for each other without fear or hesitation. Or at least something like that.
They still did not dare to voice out loud whatever was on their hearts, but at least now, soft touches and messy kisses were part of their daily routines. For a few days, Pedri had been a bit worried thinking that this whole no-name situation could be merely sexual, a way to get off without risking the possibility of being exposed to the Spanish press, but Pablo had actively proved that the dumb idea was completely wrong.
They had always been very close, both going to Pedri’s place after most of their training sessions, hanging out together even on days where they didn't have to go to Ciutad Esportiva and always sharing hotel rooms in their games outside of Barcelona. They had always been stuck to the hip; cuddling, napping together and holding onto each other's limbs for constant comfort. However, they had taken one step further.
Whether they were curled up on Pedro's bed watching movies or simply lounging on the couch, there was always a gentle – most of the time heated – exchange of kisses between them. Pablo’s hands always found their way under Pedri’s shirt when they cuddled together and the canarian was now free to snuggle into the younger boy’s chest whenever he pleased.
Both of them knew that it was dangerous territory, acting like boyfriends when neither of them managed to start a conversation to put an actual label on this messy situationship. They were more than friends, of course, they had never been just friends in the first place. It wasn't a typical friends-with-benefits scenario either – even if they hadn't properly fucked per se – everything was too intimate and special to label it like that. Nevertheless, they could not say they were boyfriends. It felt presumptuous to assume such a significant label without first talking about what this actually meant for one another and what they were willing to risk to be able to be together.
They were currently in Madrid after a game against Atletico, it had been a disastrous match. They had lost 2 – 0 due to a very stupid penalty and, according to Pedri, one defensive mistake from his part. Gavi wasn't even subbed into the field, and he had to sulk on the benches for ninety minutes as he saw Pedri getting more and more frustrated with every mistake he made.
“It’s not your fault Pedri” Gavi whispered as he placed a kiss on the canarian’s head. They were in an uber on the way to their hotel, Pedri’s head was resting on Pablo’s shoulder and he looked completely miserable.
“But it feels like it is” the elder admitted, grabbing Pablo’s hand on his own to seek some comfort. He had the terrible habit of blaming himself for every defeat when he was on the pitch. It was self-destructive but it was a comfortable pain that he had already gotten used to.
Given that they had a couple of free days before they had to go back to schedule, the sevillian had booked them a small getaway in a hotel downtown. His idea had been to have a weekend off to celebrate after another successful match – just them, a comfortable mattress and the expensive champagne he had ordered was all Pablo needed to reach the peak of his happiness – but he had not expected this at all. Pedri’s whole demeanor had changed, he looked as if the whole weight of the defeat was on his shoulders and Pablo didn't think it would be appropriate to go on with his stupid romantic plan now that the elder just needed comfort.
It was not like Gavi was pissed because he couldn't get laid tonight, but he really had pictured a nice weekend with them tangled between the sheets as they tasted a new victory. Of course he was going to do everything he could to cheer Pedri up, it was only a game and it just meant winning the league a few matches later of what they had pictured, but he really hoped the canarian would stop underestimating his talent for just one bad match.
“This is really nice, Gav” Pedri said as soon as they walked into the room. It was a gorgeous place, with a great view of the city and a huge bed with linen sheets. Everything around the room reeked of romance, the candles, the rose bouquet on the desk and the champagne on the bedside table, it was the set of a perfect rom-com movie – but the canarian felt slightly uneasy, he knew what that meant and right now he was not stable enough to let himself go like that.
“I’m glad you like it” Pablo was a bit self conscious about the whole thing. He hadn't intended for this to come off as a grand romantic gesture. Gavi just wanted some time for the two of them, where they could be themselves without pressure from the world.
“I…Pablo, I understand what you expected from tonight” the canarian said, looking at the younger boy in the eyes “But, right now, I don’t think... I just feel like shit, Gavi. I’m sorry” He was embarrassed. He knew that Pablo had gone through all of the trouble to make this a wonderful night for both of them, but right now, the only thing he wanted was to fall asleep in between Gavi’s arms.
“Hey, none of that” Pablo interjected, his tone gentle yet firm. “There's absolutely no reason for you to apologize. I planned this whole thing just so we could relax for a couple of days, alright? Contrary to popular belief, I also love spending time with you even if it means not getting into your pants," he added with a chuckle, his thumb tracing soothing circles on Pedri's cheek. “Let's just go to sleep, and tomorrow we can do whatever you want. If that means sulking around here all day, so be it. Just please don't stress about it. It's just me”
I love you. Pedri thought as he looked into those beautiful doe eyes.
Pedri wasted no time in laying on top of Pablo in the comfortable hotel bed, as the sevillian tuned the TV in some old Formula 1 race. Pedri snuggled his face on Gavi’s neck, feeling how all the tension in his body suddenly began to vanish. It was quite scary, how much control Pablo had over him, how dependent they had become of one another.
He did not know what he would do if one day they had to part ways.
Pedri was sure he would follow Gavi anywhere, they were going to play together for Barcelona for years and they were going to retire together too, that was the plan. They both breathed and died for that club and planned to stay there through their entire careers. But with football you never knew.
“Babe, I can practically hear the gears turning in your head. What’s got you so worked up?” Pedri blinked, momentarily taken aback by Pablo's question. He hadn't realized he was lost in his thoughts until Pablo's voice brought him back to reality.
“Sorry” Pedri replied softly, shaking his head slightly to clear his mind. "I guess I'm just... thinking about everything, you know? About Barca, about the future, about us…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. He had never been good with words, always used to keep every emotion carefully compressed inside of him.
Pablo's expression softened, his fingers gently stroking Pedro's hair as he listened. “I know one of your favorite hobbies is overthinking, sweetheart,” he said softly. "But we don't have to figure everything out right now. Just focus on the moment, we are in a beautiful city, lying in bed with no worries about tomorrow and I have you right here in my arms, what else could I ask for?”
And how could Pedri ever resist that?
“Oh fuck the stupid match and fuck Atleti ” the canarian said before lunging into Pablo’s lap and sealing their lips in a passionate kiss. If he could not voice what he felt for Gavi out loud, at least he was going to show it in the only way he was able to.
It was messy, their mouths crashing into each other’s as if there was no tomorrow, it was needy and desperate and so unbelievably intense that the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket to a hundred degrees. “What’s gotten into you?” the younger had a dopey smile on his lips and a beautiful glimmer in his eyes, he was grabbing Pedri by the waist and pressing him closer to his lap as if that was the place the canarian truly belonged.
“Want to have sex with you” and Pedri was sure Gavi had choked on his own saliva at the admission.
“Okay, okay…okay?” Pablo was embarrassing himself, he was very aware of that, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Even if it seemed silly, this was kind of a big deal for him, having sex with a boy was something he never thought he would do or even want to do. But this was Pedri, gorgeous and sweet Pedri, so he could not wait to get fucking started – pun so very intended.
“I mean... I thought, God, isn't that what you want?” Pedri stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he covered his face with his hands. In that moment, they were both a bundle of nerves and emotions, but there was an underlying sweetness to their awkwardness, it proved they were ready to give every piece of their body and soul to one another.
“Fucking of course, Pedri. How could you ever think it’s not? It's just, you said otherwise like an hour ago and I do not want to pressure you into anything you are not a hundred percent sure of. We have all the time in the world” Pablo really meant it, even if they currently stood in an ambiguous territory with a no-name relationship, the sevillian was completely and utterly sure that Pedri was it for him. He could never feel the way he feels for Pedri for someone else.
“You cannot just say stuff like that” the elder said with a groan, hiding his head on Gavi’s chest, trying to pretend his heart was not about to explode from happiness.
“Why not? I like it when you blush”
“‘Cause… it just gives me another reason why I would very much like to fuck you right now” and he was just kidding – partly – but the way it made Pablo’s eyes grow bigger made Pedri crackle on his place.
“You’re just mean” now Pablo was looking at Pedri as if he were the most precious thing in the world, – which he pretty much was in his eyes – the younger boy was glad that the sadness of his eyes had vanished and now it was replaced with a healthy blush and slightly dilated pupils. “This is how it’s gonna go then?”
“Mhm…probably would be for the best if it was the other way around” oh Gavi could really kill him for being such a tease.
They were both laughing as they pressed their lips together again, this time it was softer, both knowing what was going to happen but not rushing into the next step.
“Did you bring…?”
“Yeah, yeah of course”
“And then you said you weren't planning to get into my pants” Pedri replied with a huff, anticipation bubbling inside him. He still could not believe this was his reality and not a made up scenery of his most hidden dreams.
“I like to be prepared”
The atmosphere was bubbly and fun and soft and tender and exactly what Pedri had hoped for his first time – with a boy – could be. He was with the person he trusted and adored the most in the world and he could not wait to give him everything .
Pablo was now pressing him into the bed, nervously taking each other's shirts off as they giggled. There was nothing particularly funny about what they were doing, but their happiness was too much to be contained inside of their trembling bodies. Nervous laughter was the perfect touch to ease up their nerves. Even though they were already pretty familiar with each other’s bodies, this was going to be something else, something to deepen their connection ever further.
“I don't know what I'm doing” the sevillian admitted as he traced kisses from Pedri’s neck to his lower abdomen and took the boy’s pants off. Pablo had the small bottle of lube in his hand, but he definitely did not know what to do now. He should have really watched or read some stuff before coming here and exposing his inexperience to a very eager Pedri.
“I can do it if you want” the canarian was starting to get desperate, and so was Gavi. Having a very naked and turned on Pedri in front of him was not helping the strain on his own boxers. But he wanted to make this right, he wanted both to enjoy every second and little detail of it.
“No. I want to” Pablo pressed a small kiss on Pedri’s bare thigh “Just let me know if it’s alright. I don’t want to hurt you”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Pablo. I trust you” with a small smile and tinted cheeks, Gavi opened up the lid and poured a bit of the lube in his fingers before diving in and kissing Pedri again. His hand slowly slid down Pedri’s torso to wrap around his cock, a soft noise coming out of the elder’s lips and making Pablo go a bit braver as he moved his hand a bit faster, coaxing Pedri to full hardness. Pablo got a bit too lost on the sight of having Pedri like that, sprawled on white sheets as he waited for him to get inside, it made him want to go even slower, just to be able to imprint every move or sound the canarian made into his brain and keep it locked forever.
Pedri dropped his arm over his face as soon as Gavi got his fingers close to his entrance, the anticipation killing him. “Ready?” Pablo asked, comfortingly caresing the other boy’s hips. Pedri nodded and the sevillian did his best to at least pretend to know what he’s doing. “Just tell me if it’s too much”
He was kissing Pedri’s neck when he got the first two knuckles in, the elder tensing at the intrusion, his hips rolling softly upward. “Shh, it’s gonna get better I promise”. Pedri was warm and tight and his head started spinning at the thought of getting his cock inside him, but he just placed open mouthed kisses in the column of the boy’s neck trying to distract him from the discomfort.
Pablo slowly started moving his finger in and out, Pedri’s soft sounds making him want to go faster “Good?”
“Mhm? still weird”
“Want me to add another one?”
“Yeah, slow though” Pablo placed a soft kiss on his shoulder before coating his fingers with more lube and softly pushing two digits back in. It didn’t take long for him to start spreading his fingers and digging them deeper, looking for that bundle of nerves that would make Pedri’s body buzz. “Slow, Pablo, too much”
“Sorry, baby” he softly apologized, kissing the tip of Pedri’s nose.
The canarian was still covering his eyes when Pablo found it. Pedri’s whole body spasming as his mouth parted in a moan “Fuuuck, Pablo” and oh god Gavi could not believe he ever thought he was straight.
“There?” he asked, moving the elder’s arm out of his face. He wanted to see every twitch of pleasure Pedri’s face could display. Pedri didn’t really reply, he couldn't even if he wanted to, but a small nod was enough for Gavi to focus his attention on that particular spot. The canarian started squirming on Pablo’s fingers, blinking slowly as he tried to focus on the other boy’s determined eyes. He could not believe how lucky he got to have Pablo looking at him with so much tenderness. “Pablo, Pablo, Pablo” Pedri couldn't contain the sounds coming from his lips, everything was too much and not enough at the same time.
Two fingers shortly became three, Pedri wincing at first but adapting them in his body with a small furrow on his eyebrows. Gavi was filling his face and chest with short but sweet kisses, trying to compensate for any type of pain the canarian could be feeling. “You’re so fucking pretty”
“Shut up” it was too much. If Pablo kept saying stuff like that, he wasn't sure he could contain the three words that were at the tip of his tongue for any longer. Thankfully, Pablo didn’t comment on it, just kissed him again. “I’m ready, I think”
“Oh shit” and Pedri just laughed, because that's such a Pablo thing to say. It made his heart flutter, knowing that the other boy was enjoying this as much as him. But mostly, it made him fall a little bit more in love, if it was even possible.
“Are you ready?” he joked, and it drew a smile from Gavi too.
“Not really, I might pass out any second from now” he was only half joking – given that his heart was in fact beating faster than it has ever done before – but Pedri looked at him with so much love that he knew this was exactly where they both belonged. There was no place for denial anymore.
Pedri helped him put the condom after stroking Gavi’s cock a couple of times, the touch of the elder’s palm on him making him shiver from anticipation. When Gavi finally settled back between Pedri’s thighs, he pressed their mouths together once more. Both of them slightly trembling, a mixture of impatience and nervousness running through their bodies. But when the younger guided the head of his cock close to the elder’s entrance, the other boy froze. “Okay?”
“Yeah, just, please go slow” Pedri’s voice cracked, looking at Pablo with so much trust in his eyes that the sevillian had no other choice but to hold his hand and start to sink in.
It took everything in Pablo not to follow his primal instincts and just push in all the way through, being inside Pedri was literal heaven and he couldn’t contain the groan that ripped his chest. The elder was throwing his head on the mattress with his eyes shut and Gavi was going so slow that he was able to notice how Pedri’s expression changed as he got deeper and deeper.
When he finally bottomed out, neither of them moved, Pedri’s mouth was open in a silent moan and Pablo softly caressed his cheek with the hand that's not holding onto the canarian’s. “Want me to move?”
“Don’t– I need a second” he wasn’t sure how he managed to even say something, Pedri was certain his brain became mush and the only thought in his mind was Gavi, Gavi, Gavi. When he managed to open his eyes, Pedri’s sight was fixed on his lower abdomen, right where their bodies were connected, and his mind went absolutely blank. “My god. Don't, don't move yet”
“You’re gorgeous” Pablo admitted with a smile, which only made Pedri’s blush deepen even harder. Gavi felt like his whole body was on fire, and the only water that could extinguish it was the calmness of Pedri’s beautiful eyes and bashful smile.
“Pablo I told you to shut– oh fuck ” his fingernails were digging into Gavi’s shoulders as the younger boy accidentally moved, trying to stable himself. Electricity shot through both of their bodies as the sevillian made an experimenting thrust, it was definitely not enough but Pedri’s demeanor completely changed from pain to pleasure and Gavi’s mouth went dry.
“Okay?” Pablo’s voice was harsh and his vision was completely clouding with pleasure. He needed more , he needed to give everything he had and offer it to Pedri on a silver plate, he needed to shower the boy with all the love his body was capable of giving.
“Gavi, dios ” and that's all Gavi needed to start rocking back and forth into heaven itself.
In the middle of the pleasure fogging his mind, Pedri apparently lost all of the self-restriction he had planned to keep, small whimpers came out of his lips over and over again, his eyes were focused on those beautiful brown orbs that he loved so much and he was begging for more and more. He needed Pablo to reach his fucking heart and break it open.
The pace was brutal for both of them, surprisingly slow but intense at the same time, Pablo doing his best to prolong this daydream as much as he could while he tried to imprint himself on Pedro's body.
“Good?” Gavi asked just because he needed something to ground him back to reality. Looking at flushed Pedri under him, with his eyes watering just because his cock was inside of him was goddamn cloud nine.
“Full” the canarian responded. When Pablo’s thrusts started to become harder and more precise, he was able to find that sweet spot again. “Holy fuck”
Pedro's whole body was shaking, the overwhelming weight of Pablo on top of him making his senses short-circuit. Pablo kept slamming into the same angle, pumping the older boy's cock with every trust. He was also coming dangerously closer to the edge, Pedri's short breaths and fingers wrapped on his curls were doing more to him than he could ever admit “Baby, fuck, feels so good”
Gavi wasn't sure if he had imagined the soft hiccup that slipped off the elder’s bitten lips “Close” Pedri admitted, bringing the sevillian closer to him, he wanted to stitch their bodies together and never let go.
“You're perfect”
It only took a few more thrusts and Gavi pressing their lips together in a deep kiss for Pedri to spill all over his chest with a guttural moan, chanting Pablo's name over and over again.
The sight of Pedro's sweaty chest with his cum on it while he looked at Gavi with teary eyes was all he needed for him to spill inside of the condom. His world was completely turned upside down, Pablo was a hundred percent sure this was going to be the best experience of his life, and there is no way he could ever be with someone that wasn't Pedri.
A tiny part of him thought that maybe he should resent the canarian for ruining sex for him, after this earth-shattering experience, he was not going to sleep with anyone else ever again. But it was a silly thought, given that Pedri was looking at him with a bright smile and tired eyes and Pablo knew for sure that their feelings were mutual.
Pablo gently pulled out as he placed a soft kiss on the other boy's shoulder before tossing the condom in the trash can next to the bed.
“How do you feel?” he asked with a small smile as he laid on bed next to Pedri.
“You better clean me up, Gavira” the elder replied, poking his tongue off his lips in a joking manner. Happiness was irradiating from both of them, it was sweet and so very lovely, more that they could have ever dreamed of.
“Oh don't act as if this is not the best sex you've ever had” Pablo joked, grabbing the shirt he was wearing from the floor and wiping Pedro's chest before diving for another short kiss. He had to admit he was pretty much addicted to kissing Pedri now.
“This is the only sex I’ve ever had” Pedri replied as he snuggled on Pablo’s side, – the with a boy was a tacit statement – they were both well aware they were far from being virgins, but this was the first time that it had actually mattered.
“Mhm, well, we ought to change that then” they both knew it was a joke, a second round might actually kill them on the spot. They were more than sure this was only the first time of many opportunities they would have to be together.
“Next time I get to be the on top”
“Ha! In your dreams” Pablo wasn't sure yet how he felt about that and he definitely didn't see Pedri complaining at all for being the one to bottom, so it was not an option, at least not for now.
“We'll see about that” the elder said with a mischievous smirk before pressing a kiss on Pablo's shoulder and closing his eyes. He was truly exhausted from everything that had happened in the span of only twelve hours, but having Gavi's arms around him was all the comfort he needed.
“Goodnight, amor ” was Pablo’s reply and it felt right. This could be it. This was the jump they needed to finally name their relationship, right?
Say it, say it, say it. Pedri thought, he had to finally admit it, this was the best opportunity he got. He knew Pablo more than he knew himself, and he was sure that this was not casual, it couldn't be, Gavi would never break his heart like that. Tell him you love him.
He blinked slowly before coming out from his hiding place in Gavi's neck, the three words tingling on the tip of his tongue “Pablo, Pablo…I”.
Sadly, that was when he realized the younger boy's eyes were closed and he had succumbed to sleep in mere seconds. Stupid Pablo and his stupid habit to practically pass out after having an orgasm. You really would've thought that with all the energy he had trapped inside of his body, at least he would've been able to stay awake for a fucking love confession .
Tomorrow . Pedri thought.
Tomorrow . Pedri wished.
Pedri was a coward, he was very aware of that. He did not have any excuses for not admitting his feelings towards Pablo in that very romantic weekend in Madrid. They laid in bed, watched dozens of movies tangled together, had mind-blowing sex more than a few times, and even took a goddamn bath together in the room’s tub. Gavi had held Pedri in between his arms as he showered him with soft kisses all over his naked body. It had been more than perfect, a surreal experience that had brought tears to Pedri’s eyes – not that he would ever admit it – he could not believe this was his new reality.
But still, Pedri had not found the right time to confess his feelings. Every moment seemed too tender and too intimate to break it with the aches of his heart. He knew he loved Pablo; he would be very dumb to deny that, but he was also very afraid to ruin everything. The limbo they were currently in seemed comfortable; everything was going just fine. Why break the nice atmosphere they were slowly building?
Because you are breaking your heart in the process.
Because what if he is the one waiting for you to do something
Because they could have everything if he only dared to start the very dreaded conversation.
Because Pablo deserved nothing but the most perfect love confession to ever exist.
Yet Pedri was still so very afraid to break his own heart, so he stayed quiet for a bit longer.
They found themselves in Pablo’s apartment, a departure from their usual hangout at Pedri’s place. It had been nearly two weeks since Gavi had set foot in his own flat, and Pedri had insisted they spend a couple of days there – though they both knew it was mostly an excuse for Pedri to raid Pablo’s closet and nuzzle into a bed that carried the scent of the younger boy.
"I can't find the hoodie I wanted to wear" Pedri exclaimed, his anxiety palpable as he paced around the room. Leo – yes fucking Leo Messi – had texted him saying he was in Barcelona and wanted to have lunch with Pedri. The canarian had freaked out a bit, he knew Leo used to treat him like a son when they both played for Barca, but two seasons had passed and a lot of things had changed.
“Babe, I do not intend to make fun of you, but you are wearing it already” Pablo answered with a chuckle, he was lying in bed trying not to laugh at Pedri’s nervousness. For obvious reasons, he hadn’t been invited to lunch, but he didn’t mind. Pedri deserved his time alone with his football idol without worrying about Pablo's jitters. Besides, if Gavi ever laid eyes on Messi in real life, he'd likely faint on the spot – just like he did all of the times he got to meet him at La Masia .
“Fucking hell. I need to pull myself together," Pedri sighed, perching on the edge of the bed before letting out a breathy laugh. Gavi approached and planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be alright. I’ll walk you to the door, you don’t wanna be late”
They clasped hands as they made their way to the door. For a moment, Pedri contemplated taking Pablo along for comfort. But then a daunting question surfaced: how would he introduce Pablo to Leo? As 'Gavi'? Not just a friend, not quite a boyfriend, just 'Gavi'. It didn't seem right.
Perhaps it was healthier for them to spend some time apart; their codependency was starting to raise eyebrows among their closest friends.
“Don’t overthink it, alright? You know this guy; you have played football with him. Just relax and have fun” Pablo was such a hypocrite, just relax he said, as if he hadn’t bursted into literal tears when he found out Xavi was going to be their coach.
“Sure, I'll swing by later, alright? I might even bring dessert,” Pedri replied, pressing their lips together in a much-needed goodbye kiss. They were used to it by now, and the canarian loved the freedom of being able to kiss those irresistibly pink lips whenever he pleased. With a dopey smile, he opened the door, ready to step out, only to feel Gavi's hand on his arm, pulling him back into the flat.
"Hold on. One wasn't enough; you'll be gone for hours," Gavi teased, his silliness both endearing and irresistible. Pedri couldn't resist him even if he tried. Their second kiss was sloppier, more urgent, a bit over dramatic given that Pedri would only be out for a couple of hours.
They could have kept going for a couple more seconds if it wasn't for the sudden “Oh my god” coming from the other side of the door.
They jumped away from each other's arms as fast as they could, and when they turned around to face the door, they stared at a very confused, but mostly surprised, Fermín.
“I– I really cannot deal with this right now. I have to go” the elder said with a defeated tone. He adored Fermín, he truly did, but this was a burst to their own little love bubble – this brought them back to reality, a harsh reality where their situation remained uncertain. “See you around Fer”
Once Pedri was out of sight, Fermín looked at Pablo as if he'd grown a third eye. "Did I just stumble into a dimension where my best friend has a boyfriend and forgot to mention it? And worse, that boyfriend is none other than Pedri?"
Pablo wished the earth would swallow him whole. He wasn't prepared for this confrontation. He needed to talk to Pedri first, figure out where they stood, and most importantly, put a label on it. He loved Fermín, one of the few constants in his life, but he hadn't sorted out his sexuality or his relationship yet. He needed time before he could voice it out loud.
“Are you gonna say something, cabezón ?” Fermín's voice broke the silence.
"He's not my boyfriend," Pablo responded, and immediately felt the sting of Fermín's hand against the back of his head as he walked into the flat.
“You better elaborate, Gavito. Because that poor boy is head over heels in love with you and I know you feel the same way, being fuck-buddies or whatever y’all are doing is not the answer. So, talk. Now” Pablo wouldn't admit it out loud, but the boy was right. He had pinned over Pedri for months while Fermín consistently reassured him that they were meant to be together. He had told his best friend how much it hurt to see Pedri with other guys and how badly he wanted to be with him. And now, when they truly did act like boyfriends, he was too immature to make the first step into a very much needed conversation.
So he talked. Pablo poured his heart out to his best friend, explaining everything from the start of their undefined relationship to how they ended up behaving like a deeply in love couple, even without a label. He also confessed the main reason he hadn't found the courage to talk to Pedri; the excuse he had clung to from the beginning no longer made sense to either of them.
He still wanted to respect Pedro's boundaries and let him be the one to decide if they would be in a relationship. But they had crossed that line long ago. It was so blurred now that it was practically invisible.
Whatever they were doing, it was far from casual or purely physical. They acted like boyfriends without the responsibility or commitment that term truly implied. They needed to change that, and soon, before one of them got hurt.
“Well, that’s a lot” Fermín said as he ran his hand on Pablo’s hair in a comforting manner. They had moved to the couch, Fer gently placed Pablo's head in his lap, his fingers continuing their comforting motion through the boy's brown curls. It was a gesture they had developed back in La Masia , when raw emotions were too much for their growing bodies, and now, years later, they still sought the same comfort in each other.
“Yeah…I do love him though, I really do. But I don’t know what I’m doing here. I’ve never had a relationship before, specially not with a boy”
“Me neither, hermanito . Unfortunately, I’m a footballer, not a therapist. But I can tell you this; you really need to talk to him. Pedri adores you and I’m ninety nine percent sure he’s dying to be your boyfriend. It probably won't be easy, being footballers and all, but you'll figure it out. You deserve to be happy together” Fermín reassured him.
“I’ll talk to him today. I promise”
Fermín nodded, a supportive smile playing on his lips. "Good. I'll be there if you need anything, alright? He might be on his way to be your boyfriend, but I've been your better looking best friend since we were like fourteen”. Pablo smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.
“Soo…did you two fuck?” Fer’s sudden question made his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment; the boy could be quite nosy when he wanted to.
“Yeah” Pablo confessed.
“You’re gay then? That’s figured?” Pablo did not know how to answer that, given that he still wasn't sure where he stood in the whole gay spectrum. He loved Pedri, and his attraction was definitely not only sentimental, given that he took every chance he got to get the elder naked under him on his bed, and he enjoyed every second of it. Pablo could say he was 'gay for Pedri' – whatever that meant – but he couldn't say he felt the same way towards any other boy.
“Nope. I don’t know. I still find girls hot, but Pedri is even hotter. That’s the only thing that I’ve managed to figure out” Pablo admitted, his uncertainty palpable. He was trying to be nonchalant about it, as if the whole subject had not been bitterly stirring in his chest.
“Maybe you’re bisexual. Won’t be the first time you’re trying to copy me” he knew Fermín was just joking, but he had also thought about it. Theoretically he fit under that label, liking both girls and boys – Pedri was one after all – but something about it didn't sit quite right with him. "I can tell you're dying to say something, Pablito. Shoot"
"It's just... I'm not a hundred percent sure I'm into boys," he confessed.
"Sorry to tell you this, mate. But I'm quite positive that Pedri is, in fact, a boy," Fermín teased.
"Don't be a prick, I know that. How did you know you were, you know... bi?" Pablo asked.
“This is lowkey embarrassing, but I can tell you’re having your own personal sexuality crisis, so I’ll be nice. I mean, it wasn’t a huge deal or anything like that. When I was like fourteen or so, I realized that when I watched porn – as any stupid pubescent would do – most times I ended up focusing on the guy instead of the girl. At that time, it didn’t mean much, but later I was like, oh shit I do want to fuck guys sometimes. Thought I was gay…blah, blah. Had a huge crush on a girl named Gia after so I was not gay…blah, blah. So bisexual was the right option, it fit and it was comfortable enough” Fermín was aware his personal experience with the whole ‘coming out thing’ hadn't been earth-shattering; it had simply been a realization over time.
"I remember when you told me you liked boys," Pablo admitted, recalling the day his friend casually mentioned being asked out by an older boy at La Masia. They hadn't made a big deal out of it, but Pablo couldn't shake the envy he had felt, realizing his friend was growing up in a way he couldn't quite grasp.
“You don’t have to come out to me, Gavito. Or to anyone for that matter. Whatever your sexuality might be is entirely your business. You like girls, you like Pedri; that seems alright for now. There might not be a need to find a label. Labels can be dumb sometimes” Pablo hadn't realized how much he needed to hear that. He had been secretly beating himself out for not being able to figure out his sexuality properly. But maybe that didn't matter, he was with Pedri now – kind of – and he planned to stay like that for as long as he was able to. Who cared about his sexuality anyways?
Feeling a weight lift off his shoulders, Pablo nodded in appreciation. “I really don’t say it enough, but I’m lucky to have you”
Fermín smiled, giving Pablo's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime, hermanito . You know I've got your back. I'm here for the not-so-important things as well as the important ones. Best of both worlds, right?"
As they lounged in Gavi's place, ordering fast food and engaging in some FIFA matches, Pablo couldn't shake the realization of how much he had missed his best friend. It dawned on him that he had been neglecting their friendship in favor of spending almost all his time with Pedri, secluded in the canarian's home day in and day out. Though he saw Ansu and Balde regularly at training, staying connected with Fermín had been a bit trickier since Gavi's move to the first team. He had to put in a bit of effort to properly maintain their friendship, and Pablo felt a pang of guilt for letting it slip his mind in the whirlwind of his newfound thing with Pedri.
It didn't take much for Pedri to get back from lunch. As the door creaked open, Pablo's heart raced, his entire body tensing with anticipation. This was it, the moment he had been so afraid of. He had to talk to Pedri now .
“I should probably head out. You better call me back to tell me you have a boyfriend, okay Gavito?” Fermín whispered, even if he loved spending time with his best friend, he knew Pablo and Pedri needed to sort things out by themselves.
"You can stay for a bit longer. I'll talk to him before going to bed," Pablo replied, though his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness. He was clearly avoiding confrontation.
Before Fermín could respond, a small sniffle caught their attention, causing both friends to turn towards Pedri. What they saw surprised them both; Pedro's usual bright smile had been replaced by a somber expression, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
In a split second, Pablo was on his feet, standing in front of Pedri with a look of deep concern. Without a second thought, he gently cupped the older boy's cheeks in his hands, his worry evident in his eyes. What had happened?
“I’ll see you later, Fer” Gavi murmured, his attention fully focused on Pedri.
Fermín nodded understandingly, giving Pablo a reassuring pat on the shoulder before quietly slipping out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. He was genuinely happy his best friend had found someone who loved him as much as he loved them back. Those two were meant for eachother, finding your soulmate at seventeen was not something you saw every day.
“What happened?” Pablo asked softly, running his thumbs along Pedri’s cheeks. He genuinely had no idea what could have gone wrong; after all, Pedri was just going out for lunch and to catch up with an old teammate.
“It’s nothing. Just... God, I was so fucking naive for even getting my hopes up,” Pedri sighed, his voice heavy with disappointment.
“It can't be nothing if it’s upsetting you like this, amor . Please tell me” Gavi urged, his heart aching at the sight of Pedri's distress. He knew he was being a bit manipulative, using the endearment to coax Pedri into opening up, but he just wanted to make him feel better. Seeing Pedri hurt broke his own heart.
“I thought he was coming back” the canarian admitted, melting in between Pablo’s arms looking for his favorite source of comfort. But Gavi still didn't quite understand what was going on.
“I– I mean, I figured that Leo wanted to talk to me to let me know he was gonna play with us next season. God… I’m an absolute idiot for believing that could ever happen” and Pablo understood. He knew how much Pedri missed being able to play in the same team as the argentinian. He understood, as any other barca fan, the unreasonable hope of being able to have Messi back.
“That’s not dumb at all. Pedri, babe, we all wanted for that to happen. I did, every single player did, the fans, and even Xavi. I’m as heartbroken as you are” the younger one reassured him, though deep down, he knew that his own disappointment couldn't compare to Pedri's. Gavi might have lost the opportunity to play with his football idol, but Pedri had lost the chance to reunite with his mentor, his friend .
“I’m acting like a crybaby. It’s embarrassing”
“It's not. Look, maybe I’m not the right person to tell you this but it is alright to let your emotions run free from time to time. It's healthy. I care about you, a lot, and I don’t want you getting stuck in your head just because you refuse to show your feelings”
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms. Pablo gently rubbed Pedro's back, offering silent comfort as he pressed soft kisses all over the canarian’s neck and cheeks, his tender gestures expressing how much he adored the other boy.
Pedri let out a shaky breath and pulled away slightly, meeting Pablo's gaze with such profound love that it took Pablo's breath away. "I did bring tiramisu though," the elder said with a small smile, and Pablo felt his heart swell with adoration.
This is what love is supposed to feel like, the sevillian thought.
“Well, we can eat that after asking for a transfer to Messi’s new club. Any guesses?” He was joking, of course. They both kissed the ground Leo Messi walked on, but their love and loyalty to Barcelona was even bigger than that.
“He’s off to fucking Miami. Can you believe it?” Pedri burst into laughter, disbelief evident in his voice. Even as Messi had shared the news with him, Pedri found it hard to wrap his head around the idea of the best player in the world joining the MLS.
"Well, that's... unexpected. I suppose Miami will have to do," Pablo replied, leaning in to steal a kiss from Pedri, their laughter mingling in the air.
Once more, they had managed to continue to evade the conversation they both knew needed to happen. However, little did they know, this would be the last time they could sidestep the issue without facing consequences. The following day, regret hung heavy in the air for both of them as they screamed at each other in the middle of the changing room at Camp Nou .
It was too late now, was it not?
The day had begun like any other, with both of them following their usual morning routine before a match in Barcelona. They woke up around nine, lazily making out in bed for about ten minutes before bounding downstairs to grab breakfast. It was a routine they had fallen into, a comforting rhythm on match days that they secretly treasured.
Doing what they loved most in the world alongside the person they loved most in the world.
They were playing a crucial game against Osasuna, a match that could determine their chances of winning the league in the following game. Restlessness hung heavy over the entire team, all eleven players on edge as they pushed themselves to score a decisive goal that would pave the way to lifting the trophy.
Pedri couldn't deny that they were all a bit reckless. Defenders and midfielders – including himself surprisingly – were committing an excessive number of tackles in their desperation to prevent conceding a goal. Both Balde and Gavi had already received yellow cards in the first half, with Ronald following suit just two minutes into the second half.
During halftime, Pedri had lectured Pablo for almost ten minutes, urging him to stay calm and remain focused on the bigger picture – their goal of winning La Liga . And Pablo had listened, walking away from confrontations and prioritizing clean defensive plays. The sevillian could even say he was proud of himself for his newfound habit of restraining when it was necessary.
But then, everything went to absolute hell .
It was the 60th minute when it happened, Pedri was chasing an Osasuna midfielder trying to steal the ball from him, it wasn't too hard, just a quick sway of his feet and the ball was in his possession. The other player had fallen to the floor but they both knew it had been a clean move, the referee couldn't prove otherwise. Pedri didn't like to be aggressive and he was not going to start now.
"Get up, you're wasting time. We both know I didn't touch you," the canarian stated calmly as he passed the ball to Frenkie.
“It was an intentional tackle, you fucker. Let's wait for the ref and see” the man spat back, asshole .
Pedri heard the whistle signaling a stoppage in play due to an offside call against Lewandowski, but everyone’s attention was drawn to the unfolding confrontation on the field. He could tell Gavi was running to him by merely hearing the sound of his footsteps, but he had to focus on the game.
“Get up before I give you a yellow for wasting time” the referee interjected, attempting to diffuse the situation.
“Told ya” Pedri added with a chuckle, just to spite the prick.
"Shut up, maricón " the opponent retorted, his words dripping with disdain.
In that moment, Pedri felt his body go cold, his heart sinking as if it had dropped right onto the pitch. He was certain everyone had heard that.
Before Pedri could even process what had happened, he watched in disbelief as Gavi lunged at the player, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Panic surged through Pedro's veins as chaos erupted on the field.
Oh no no no.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Pablo's voice boomed, echoing across the stadium. Their teammates were in a frenzy, the fans were yelling, and Pedri felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. “I dare you to fucking repeat it you absolute shit!”
Unable to move, Pedri felt Frankie's hand on his shoulder offering comfort, but he remained frozen in shock. Araujo attempted to intervene, trying to pull Pablo away from the confrontation, while the Osasuna players shouted in protest. The referee looked on, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration, as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.
The canarian did not even react when the second yellow card was brandished, signaling Gavi's ejection from the match, a heavy silence fell over the stadium. The gravity of the situation sank in, leaving everyone stunned.
They were tied in a very important game, and now, they had to play with just ten people. Fucking amazing.
"Are you kidding me?" Marc’s voice thundered, echoing the disapproval of his teammates. "That's not fair! He didn't deserve that!"
“Aren’t you going to give that dipshit a card too? He called my friend a fucking slur in front of your ass” Alejandro added, protesting with disbelief.
The fans erupted into a cacophony of boos and jeers; their anger palpable in the air. Flags waved furiously, and shouts of protest echoed throughout the stadium. Pedri could tell the Osasuna player was enjoying how Barca’s dream was slowly vanishing in front of their eyes over an impulsive mistake of an eighteen-year-old kid.
As Gavi made his way off the field, Pedri's initial shock gave way to a simmering anger. Pablo was looking at him with regret on every inch of his face – he had done exactly what Pedri told him not to – and the canarian knew the boy was looking for any type of comfort in his expressions. It was as if Gavi was seeking absolution in Pedri's gaze.
But he couldn't give it to him, not when he might have sent this whole match to the garbage for trying to act like a stupid prince charming. His gaze locked onto Gavi with an intensity that could have melted steel, every fiber of his being pulsating with fury.
How could Pablo have been so foolish, so reckless?
The disappointment and betrayal weighed heavily on Pedri's heart, threatening to suffocate him with every breath. He felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, a primal urge to lash out and unleash his pent-up frustration on the one person he trusted most in the world.
Just like that, as if Pedri’s heart had not been ripped and stepped on moments prior, the game continued as if nothing had happened.
FC Barcelona 1 – 0 Club Atlético Osasuna
Lewandowski 90+2’ (P)
Pedri didn't quite know where he stood on his religious beliefs, but in the second the whistle sounded, he thanked God – or Gods, whoever was up there – for making his dreams come true.
However, despite the adrenaline coursing through his body from their victory, Pedri couldn't shake the anger simmering inside him.
As soon as the canarian set foot in the changing rooms, his eyes focused on Gavi. He was sitting in front of his locker staring at the floor, shamefulness irritating from him like he was a dog with his tail between his legs. Fucking embarrassing , Pedri thought, be a man and face what you just did. The canarian absolutely despised how their teammates were doing their best to comfort Gavi with reassuring pats on his shoulders, telling him it was alright – they had won, after all.
Of course they were supporting him, he had got sent off for defending Pedri’s stupid honor. Everyone understood his reason, no one could have expected for Pablo to stay calm when someone was attacking his best friend. Well, everyone but Pedri himself.
In Pedri's eyes, Pablo's mistake could have cost them everything – though he was exaggerating, given that even if they had lost, they still had a good chance of winning the league. They had barely scraped a win with a last-minute penalty; the game had been too risky to play with ten men.
Pedri waited until everyone had left to approach the sevillian. He could tell Pablo was ready to mutter an apology and fall into his arms, but Pedri didn't let him get a word out.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” the canarian’s eyes were blazing as he stared down Gavi's sad, puppy-dog eyes. Pablo’s demeanor changed in an instant; the last thing he had expected was to be yelled at.
“Wait, what?” Gavi shot back, his face contorting in disbelief and anger.
“You risked everything we've been fighting for just to show off your stupid recklessness!” Pedro's voice was rising, each word laced with venom.
“I was defending you! And we won!” Pablo stepped closer to Pedri, his own anger flaring.
“We barely won, with a penalty I had to earn because you were too stupid to play for ninety minutes without attacking someone!” the canarian’s face was inches from Gavi's, his eyes narrowed in fury.
“What the actual fuck, Pedri. Someone yelled a fucking slur to your face. Was I supposed to stay quiet?” Gavi's face was red, his voice trembling with rage and frustration.
“Yes! I can defend myself just fine,” Pedri shouted, his hands gesturing wildly.
“Well, it didn’t look like it!” Gavi screamed back “You were just standing there, taking it!” I was not taking it, I was dying inside; the elder wanted to respond, but he was too proud to do so.
“Because I’m not a reckless idiot who jeopardizes everything for a moment of pride!” Pedri retorted, his voice echoing in the empty changing room.
“You call that pride? I call it having your back!” Gavi was almost nose-to-nose with Pedri now, his breath coming in angry bursts.
“Well, next time, stay the hell out of it!” Pedri shouted, shoving Gavi back. “It’s not like you are my goddamn boyfriend , Pablo. You do not have to be a knight in a fucking shining armor”
The room fell into an almost oppressive silence, the echoes of Pedro's words hung between them.
Gavi's eyes searched Pedro's face, the pain and frustration evident in his gaze, breaking the canarian’s heart in the process. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth; this wasn't how things were supposed to go. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat.
“You’re right, I’m not your fucking anything,” the sevillian admitted with a cold tone, trying to mask his pain with anger. His words cut through the silence like a knife, leaving Pedri feeling helpless and remorseful.
“Pablo, wait,” Pedri pleaded, taking a step closer, afraid of ruining everything they had managed to build between them “Gav…babe, that’s not–”
“Don’t. You knew exactly what you meant, and you knew exactly how to rip my heart out in the process” with that, Pablo turned and walked out of the changing room without taking a second glance at Pedri’s pained expression.
We were supposed to go home together. Was the canarian’s first thought as a tear slipped down his cheek.
Pedri sank onto the bench, burying his face in his hands. The cold, empty room echoed with the sound of his ragged breaths and the distant clamor of the stadium. The realization of what he had just lost struck him like a physical blow, leaving him feeling hollow and adrift.
For a long moment, he sat there, lost in his thoughts, replaying the argument over and over in his mind. Pedri wished he could take back his words, undo the pain he had caused, erase from his brain the heartbroken expression on Pablo’s face. You’re my everything , he should've said. But the damage was done, and he didn't know if he could fix it.
Pablo didn't know for how long he had been walking. Camp Nou was long gone, and he couldn't recognize the streets of Barcelona anymore. His first instinct after fighting with Pedri had been to head to one of the hidden beaches along the coast, seeking solace in the sound of the waves. But as soon as the sight of the Mediterranean Sea met his eyes, memories of Pedri flooded his mind, along with the sting of the canarian’s words. It’s not like you are my goddamn boyfriend.
It was unbelievable, the power Pedri had over him. He had loved the beach ever since he was a kid, finding peace in the rhythmic crashing of the waves and the salty breeze. But now, as the scent of sea salt filled his nostrils, it only made him feel nauseous.
Hence, he kept walking, ignoring the ache on his legs and the small amount of fans that had recognized him. The sevillian had no particular destination in mind. For obvious reasons, he couldn’t show up to the canarian’s house like he normally did when he was upset; Pablo was certain that as soon as he saw Pedri, he would beg for him to take him back. He couldn’t go back to his own place either, given that they had been staying at Pablo’s apartment for a couple of days – Fernando had come back from Tegueste and they both wanted the freedom be together without anyone asking questions, so the elder’s house was out of the question – and all of Pedri’s things were there, he was not ready to face that.
He had also thought of going to a friend’s house, but to be able to seek comfort with them, he would have had to reveal the stupid situation he had been living with Pedri, and he was not ready to do that either. The sevillian had even tried to call Fermín, who was back in Andalucía playing for his loanee team, but the boy had not picked up the phone. Honestly, Pablo felt like he was about to go insane.
Just when he had decided that he might run to the airport and catch a flight to Seville, he saw a nightclub – one he was sure Ferran had mentioned before. It was filled with tourists, and he could already catch a glimpse of the cigarette smoke that filled the air.
Gavi had to admit he was definitely not proud of himself when he realized he was walking towards the place. If he could not stop thinking about those brown eyes, tanned skin and rosy cheeks by his own will, he figured alcohol might get the work done.
As he approached the entrance, the thumping bass of the music vibrated through his chest, a stark contrast to the aching emptiness he felt inside. The bouncer gave him a nod, recognizing him instantly and letting him in without a second glance. Inside, the club was a haze of neon lights and pulsing bodies, the air thick with smoke and the scent of spilled drinks.
Pablo made his way to the bar, leaning against the counter as he ordered a drink. He didn’t care what it was, as long as it was strong. The bartender slid a glass of something amber-colored his way, and he took a long sip, grimacing at the burn.
He downed the drink quickly, hoping the alcohol would numb the gnawing pain in his chest. As the liquid warmth spread through his veins, he ordered another, then another. The buzzing in his head grew louder, drowning out the thoughts of Pedri that refused to leave him alone.
For a while, he lost himself in the rhythm of the music and the haze of the club. Strangers brushed past him, and he let the anonymity wash over him like a balm. He danced with a few people, their faces blurring into a faceless crowd as he moved, trying to forget. But no matter how much he drank or how many people he danced with, Pedri's image remained stubbornly lodged in his mind.
Eventually, the alcohol took its toll. His movements became sluggish, and the room spun around him. He needed to go home, but he no longer knew where that was.
“Hello” someone said, touching his shoulder to catch his attention. When he turned around he saw a girl, a very pretty girl looking at him with a wide grin and fluttering eyelashes.
“Hey” he answered back, trying to focus on her face. She was a blonde with light-colored eyes, freckles all over her nose, blushed cheeks and glossy pink lips. This was the exact type of girl he had always been drawn to when he went out with his friends, at least until he fell for Pedri – who was way prettier than all those girls could have ever been.
“I’m Taylor” she said with a slightly noticeable British accent as she got closer and closer. Gavi knew exactly what this all was going to, he had gone over the same routine for the past couple of years, trying to stick to girls who didn't know his name or even asked for it before pressing their lips together.
“Pablo” he responded, almost automatically.
Taylor's smile widened, and she leaned in, her hand lightly brushing his arm. “Want to dance?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
The last thing he wanted was to use someone else to escape his feelings, but right now, he was desperate for any distraction. He nodded and let her lead him to the dance floor. The music was loud, the bass thumping in his chest as they moved together. Taylor pressed closer, her body swaying against his. He tried to lose himself in the moment, to forget the fight and the heartache, but it was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Pedri's face and felt the sting of his harsh words.
Taylor's lips brushed against his ear, and she whispered something he didn't quite catch. It didn't matter. He turned his head slightly, and their lips met. The kiss was eager and his hands were traveling to her lower body, but it felt wrong. There was no spark, no connection. Just emptiness.
Pablo knew he was drunk, this was definitely not the right way to try to mend his broken heart, but he kept going, just to feel something other than pain. They made out in the middle of the dancefloor for a while, her hands tangling on his hair while he pressed her closer to his body. It all felt wrong – like he was having some type of fucking affair – but he had drunk too much to care.
Suddenly, Taylor pulled out the kiss and with a teasing smile grabbed Gavi’s hand and walked to him towards the club’s bathrooms. The boy felt like he was back to being sixteen and finally being able to get out of La Masia on weekends to go party with his friends; this had been exactly what he had done back then. It felt like going back to a place of immaturity he had been able to outgrow.
He was barely eighteen, but he had already found the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, any other casual hookup seemed meaningless – guess not anymore, he was back to square one.
When they reached one of the bathroom stalls – apparently, he had gotten himself into a very fancy club and everything was surprisingly clean – he pushed the girl against the door. The room was spinning and his head started hurting, but he didn’t care, Pablo needed a distraction before he dragged his very pathetic self to Pedri’s house.
However, as soon as the pretty girl fell to her knees and tried to pull down his jeans, Pablo felt like he was going to throw up on the spot.
What the fuck was he doing?
“No, wait, stop” he muttered as he pulled away from her, feeling guilty when Taylor’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice strained. “I can’t do this.”
Taylor stood up, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked softly.
“No, no, it’s not you,” Pablo replied quickly. “It’s me. I’m just... going through something.”
“No need to excuse yourself, Pablo. This is not the first time I get the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, and it’s not gonna be the last” she was starting to get pissed and it only made him feel uneasy.
“I have a boyfriend” Gavi knew he was lying; Pedro had assured him that they weren't boyfriends in any way. But he didn't want to make her feel self conscious, she didn't deserve it.
“Unbelievable, I hooked up with a cheater” she added, judgment radiating from her tone. He was a fuckup, and she was right there to put salt into the wound. “I hope your boyfriend dumps you” were her last words before walking away.
He already did.
gavi
help
ansu
gavi its 3am
whats wrong?
gavi
imdrunk
ansu
my god
i thought u were dying dickhead
gavi
yezz
i am
ansu
???
u good?
gavi
no
ca u come pickme
ansu
fuck off
call pedri
gavi
cant
hre broke up wme
ansu
wait
what
gavi
tld me im not his boyfrdjsnd
ansu
jesus gavi
send me your location
gavi
*location*
ansu
omw
pls be safe
It wasn't long until Ansu came to his rescue. Once Pablo got Ansu’s text saying he was outside, he finally dared to come out from his hiding place. He washed his face on the sink and stared at his pathetic reflect on the mirror, sweary hair, swollen lips and red rimmed eyes; Gavi had really come from a happy morning waking up in Pedri’s arms to feeling sorry for himself at a club’s toilet – his misery could not get any worse.
Pablo exited the club, the cool night air hitting his face like a wake-up call. He spotted Ansu's car parked nearby, and as soon as he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, he felt a wave of relief.
“What the hell happened, Gavi?” Ansu asked, concern etched into his features as he started the car. However, when Pablo could not find a proper response to summarize how everything in his life had suddenly gone to absolute shit, tears began to fall from his eyes.
“Shit, Pablo.” The moment he realized what was happening, Ansu parked the car on a quiet street and turned off the engine. He immediately pulled Pablo into a comforting hug. Ansu had no idea what was going on. He had noticed how Pedri and Gavi had grown even closer, if that was possible, but he couldn't fathom what had caused Pablo to be as heartbroken as he was right now. “You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay,” he whispered, trying to soothe his friend. Honestly, Ansu didn’t know if that was true.
Pablo clung to Ansu, his sobs shaking his whole body. “I messed everything up. God, I’m so stupid. I love him” Gavi was babbling and his friend could not be any more confused “He said ‘m not his boyfriend. But I am! I’ve been a bloody great boyfriend all time. I want him to be my boyfriend”
Ansu held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Gavi, breathe. You’re not making any sense”
Pablo's crying intensified, the alcohol amplifying his emotions. “Why doesn’t he see it, Ansu? Why can’t he see?”
Ansu sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for his friend. “I’m sure he does, Pablo. But right now, you need to calm down and sober up. I’ll get you a coffee, but first, I have to call Pedri”
“What? No, dunno want to see his stupid pretty face” Pablo slurred, his frustration and heartbreak evident.
Ansu shook his head, already calling Pedri’s number. “You might not want to, but he needs to know where you are and what’s going on. If you two are in a relationship as you say you are, he deserves that. And I’m not going to play parts here, you both are my friends and you both are idiots. So shut it, Gavira” and Pablo was definitely not pouting.
“Ansu? Is everything alright?” Pablo could clearly hear Pedri’s voice though the phone, and it broke his heart just a tiny bit more.
“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s late” Ansu said, stepping out of the car to continue the conversation privately, making Pablo’s pout even more pronounced. He wasn’t a kid his friend had to protect.
Pablo wasn't sure how long Pedri and Ansu’s call lasted, his head was still spinning and he was starting to fall asleep. Flashbacks of his actions flooded his mind, each one a sharp pang of regret sinking into his heart.
Before he knew it, the car door opened “Okay, here’s the plan. First, I’m taking you to a crappy 24-hour diner, and then we’re going to Pedri’s.”
“What? No! I don't wanna see him” Pablo protested. The last thing he wanted to do was to face the canarian, but he knew his friend was not going to give up until they both fixed whatever they had broken in their ‘relationship’.
“I don’t care. You have to sort this out. Gavi, we’re talking about you and Pedri. You two love each other.”
“He made very clear he don’t love me”
“I doubt so. I could tell he had been crying, Pablo. If both of you are miserable, it means something went wrong in both of your ends. You have to solve it”
“He was crying?” Pablo’s voice cracked, the thought of hurting Pedri making him feel even worse – damn, he was truly drunk out of his mind.
“You need to sober up first, and then you’ll talk about all of this. This just proves that it was probably a meaningless fight and you can figure it out. But drowning your sorrows in alcohol is not the best idea”
“I almost let a girl suck me off in a bathroom stall” the younger admitted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Jesus fuck, Gavira” Ansu muttered, rubbing his temples. “Alright, let’s get you some food and coffee. Then we’ll figure out the rest.”
At the diner Ansu ordered Pablo a large coffee and a plate of greasy fries. They sat in a corner booth, away from prying eyes. Gavi nursed his coffee, his head still spinning but starting to clear. Thankfully, Ansu seemed to respect Pablo’s privacy and didn’t ask any questions. It wasn't like he didn't want to speak to one of his closest friends, but Pablo was not ready to open up about the whole mess with Pedri with anyone else.
This time, he and the canarian needed to figure things out before opening up to the world.
After finishing his coffee, Pablo felt a bit more grounded. He pushed aside the remnants of his fries, appetite diminished by the turmoil in his mind. Ansu paid the bill, and they made their way back to the car in silence.
As they drove towards Pedri's apartment, Pablo couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension. Would Pedri apologize? Would he finally get to say those three words that were digging his insides? Would Pedri say them back?
“Ansu, what if he hates me now?” Pablo’s voice was small.
“He doesn’t hate you. Trust me. You two need to talk this out. Just be honest with him.”
When they arrived at Pedri’s house, Pablo hesitated at the door. “What if he doesn’t want to see me?”
“He does, Pablo. Just knock.” Ansu said before placing a small kiss on Gavi’s head while walking back to his car.
With trembling hands, Pablo knocked on the door. It swung open almost immediately, revealing Pedri with red-rimmed eyes and a look of relief mixed with worry.
“Pablo” he said softly and Gavi just wanted to kiss his pain away – he was supposed to be mad at him, but he wasn't sure he was capable.
“I should hate you” the sevillian said as he walked back into the house, their home.
“I know,” Pedri finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean it”
“Why did you say it, then?” he had to ask, even if the answer could break his heart, Pablo needed to know.
“Because I was angry. Because I knew it would hurt you”
“That's fucking great, Pedri. How nice of you”
“You called me weak and you know that I can't stand that” the canarian defended himself, even if he was the one who fucked up in most part, Pablo was not innocent either “I can defend myself, Pablo.”
“I would never consider you weak and you know that”
“You jumped at that asshole before I could even react”
“You think I did that because I thought you were weak? Pedri, in the second I heard what that piece of shit said I literally saw red. I’m not joking, I felt genuine rage pouring out of my skin. I didn't attack him because you couldn't defend yourself. I did it because I love you and I can't stand someone having the nerve to mistreat you”
“I love you too, but what you did was not okay in any way”
Just like that, the words were out, their feelings finally escaping their hearts and flooding the room. However, it wasn't enough, a love confession was not all they needed to make their relationship work.
He loves me, he loves me, he loves me. The mantra echoed in both of their minds, offering little solace. However, love alone wouldn't solve their problems.
Pedri took a deep breath, breaking the heavy silence. “We need to talk about this, Pablo. Really talk.”
They could figure this out, they needed to. Being apart from each other was not an option.
“We can make it work, right?” Gavi was terrified, he couldn't phantom the idea of Pedri not being his .
“We have to make it work” the canarian said as he got closer to Pablo, they had been apart for merely hours, but Pedri still ached for his touch “But we have to be careful. The media, the fans, hell, even the staff cannot find out about us”
“But–”
“No but, Gav. Our careers just started, we have a long way to go and it's too soon to risk everything. Maybe in a couple of years...”
“Years!?” Pablo's heart sank. It felt so unfair. He wanted the freedom to hold Pedri’s hand whenever he pleased or to kiss him when they lifted the La Liga trophy. Their club was supposedly progressive in the whole gay thing, right? – Barca Femení had a couple of girls dating. So why should it be a problem if his romantic partner happened to be a boy? “They won’t care.”
“Of course they will care” Pedri couldn't understand how Pablo could be so naive – maybe just too innocent. He had been called a slur based on his appearance, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he came out and revealed he had a boyfriend, especially if that boyfriend was also his teammate.
“As soon as they understand what we are to each other, that will be it.We’d be labeled as gay footballers until the end of our careers.” Pedri needed Gavi to understand that what he had done today was just going to fuel the rumors about them, and if they really decided to be together, they had to avoid any type of suspicion from anyone.
“I’m not gay” Pablo responded, aware that his comment could spike Pedri’s anxiety but needed to assert his own identity. He wasn’t comfortable with labels yet, and Pedri needed to understand that. “I mean, I like to suck you off, but only ‘cause it’s your dick”
Pedri was speechless, his cheeks now a lovely shade of red as his brain short-circuited.
“That’s, ah fuck, that’s exactly what I mean” the canarian proceed, trying to compose himself “They won’t care if you are gay per se. If you get caught kissing a boy – kissing me – you will be a maricón for the rest of your life. You won’t get the option to discover your real sexuality by yourself, you will be trapped in a box wanting to get out, and your career will be based on that. I don’t care about myself, Pablo. But I care about you, and I don't want you going through that”
“I don't want you to go through that either” Pedri was so intent on protecting him, Pablo was going to do everything in his power to protect him back. And, after all, Pedri was right. Both of them were already under immense pressure from the media. They were the Barça Golden Boys, held up on a high pedestal as the next Xavi and Iniesta. Neither of them needed more backlash from journalists or so-called fans.
They stood in silence for a moment, the gravity of their situation sinking in. The stakes were incredibly high, and both boys knew they had to be careful.
“I hate this,” Pablo finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I hate the thought of losing you even more”
“You could never lose me, even if you tried” Pedri replied, with a small smile, one he saved for moments where he was tenderly wrapped in Pablo’s love “And I’m sorry for what I said at Camp Nou , I was upset and mostly, scared. But that’s not an excuse. I’ve been faithful to you since we started this whole thing, even if we couldn’t quite name it. I’ve always been yours, Pablo, I was just waiting for you to catch up”
Pablo looked up, unable to comprehend how he had managed to be so lucky. “Yeah?”
“I’ve wanted this, us, for so long. And now that we have it, I’m not going to let anything or anyone take it away from us.”
Gavi could have really cried at that moment. This was all he had been waiting for since that day after that stupid game of truth or dare. He had been waiting for Pedri to open up for weeks, and now, his heart couldn’t handle its own happiness. “God, you love me so much, it’s embarrassing for you.”
He was just joking, and both of them knew Pablo would do anything to make Pedri smile, even in the most serious situations. It worked like a charm, though, because the canarian’s cheeks tinted red and he smiled until there were crinkles around his eyes. Absolutely gorgeous.
“Hey! you were the one who came drunk to my place at three in the morning” the elder joked back “I think that’s way more embarrassing”
“Only because I love you too” he couldn't hold it any longer. Now that the words had come out freely, Gavi was going to repeat them over and over again until Pedri got tired of them.
Somehow, they ended up tangled on the living room’s sofa. Kissing until their mouths went numb and their bodies pressed together with an intensity that left them both breathless. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their hands exploring familiar curves and angles, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.
Their main target was not sex, – at least not for the next two minutes – they just wanted to get as close as they could, to let go in each other's arms. They had all of the rest of their lifes for everything else, now, they could just focus on finally being able to be together as a real couple, without dealing with the obstacles from the real world.
“I promise I’ll be more careful” the sevillian murmured as he traced a path of wet kisses from Pedri’s lips to his clavicles. “I’ll keep calm when someone goes after you as long as you attack them yourself”
“Shut up” Pedri said as a giggle escaped out of his lips, he was happily running his hands under Pablo’s shirt as the other boy nuzzled in his neck.
Gavi pressed their mouths together again, just because he could. Pedri responded eagerly, their lips moving in sync as their breaths mingled. The room was filled with the quiet sounds coming from their lips, the world outside forgotten for a moment. Gavi’s hands roamed over the elder’s back, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
“Be my boyfriend?” Pablo asked with a small smile as he suddenly broke the kiss.
“Jesus…you’re embarrassing” the canarian teased, pulling the younger boy back into his embrace, he needed Pablo, now . “Take that stupid shirt off, Gavi”
“First I need an answer”
“I hate you”
“Don’t be rude”
“Yeah…boyfriends” Pedri finally relented with a smile.
Pablo grinned, his heart swelling with happiness. He quickly shed his shirt, and they were back to kissing, their bodies pressing together with renewed urgency.
“I love you, sorry for not saying it before” Pedri confessed.
“I know you do, and that’s all that matters” Gavi stated his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
In that moment, everything else faded away. They were just two boys in love, lost in each other, determined to make it work no matter what.
They had done it. They had achieved the dream. FC Barcelona campeón de La liga 2022/2023 .
The insane winning parade at Barcelona had been the day before, and after drinking and celebrating until their limbs gave up, the group of friends was back again in Pedri’s place, having their own little celebration.
They had made it. The seven of them had become campeones . They were part of Barca’s history books and no one could change that. They had left their blood, sweat and tears on the pitch of thirty-four matches and it was all worth it when they lifted the trophy.
All of them were drunk out of their minds, drinking every ounce of alcohol their bodies could handle, after a long season of sacrifices, they deserved it.
Gavi, Ansu, Alejandro and Pablo Torre were playing a round of beer pong, a quite unsuccessful one, given that the four of them were already pretty tipsy and their shots were not able to reach any cup. Pedri, Ferran and Eric, on the other hand, were lounging on the couches, watching the game unfold with amused smiles. The canarian kept an eye on Gavi, his heart swelling with affection despite the chaos around them. Ferran was cracking jokes, making Eric laugh so hard he nearly spilled his drink.
"You're terrible at this," Pedri teased, catching Gavi's eye as he missed another shot.
Gavi shrugged, grinning back at him. "I'm better at other things," he replied, his tone suggestive enough to make Pedri's cheeks flush slightly.
Their friends were starting to get suspicious regarding their relationship, but no one dared to directly ask if they were finally dating. Not even Ansu, who had been the one that helped them the most during their fight, had mentioned anything about it after the day they got together.
"Focus, Gavi!" Ansu chided, laughing as he tried to make his own shot. The ball bounced off the rim of the cup and rolled across the table.
"You guys are hopeless," Balde said, shaking his head with a smile. "We need a new strategy."
Ferran took a long drink, then looked over at the table. "Let’s play something else ‘cause y’all are making a shit job at entertaining me”
“What shall we do then?” Pablo Torre slurred, drinking one of the cups of the just forgotten beer-pong table.
“Truth or dare!” the valencian practically yelled as he stood up from his seat and went out to look for a bottle to spin.
To everyone's surprise, the friend group once more ended up sitting around an empty bottle ready to embarass themselves. Fermín had even arrived to join them in the game – even if he wasn’t part of the team, he wanted to celebrate with his friends.
Given that they were way more intoxicated than they were the last time, their questions became more outrageous and their dares even more ridiculous. The room buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and drunken laughter as Ferran set the bottle in the center and gave it a good spin.
It landed on Ansu first.
"Alright, Ansu," Ferran grinned, "truth or dare?"
Ansu rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Dare," he said, to no one's surprise.
Ferran's grin widened. "I dare you to chug an entire beer without using your hands."
Everyone burst into laughter as Ansu accepted the challenge, managing to down the beer with a series of creative contortions and lots of spillage, much to the delight of the group.
Next, the bottle landed on Alejandro. "Truth or dare?" Pablo Torre asked, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Dare," Alejandro replied confidently.
"I dare you to let Gavi draw something on your face with a marker," Torre said, holding up a permanent marker he had somehow produced from his pocket.
Gavi gleefully accepted the challenge, drawing a mustache and glasses on Balde's face while everyone laughed hysterically.
As the bottle spun again, it landed on Gavi. The room quieted down slightly as all eyes turned to him.
"Truth or dare?" Ferran asked, sensing the tension and curiosity in the air.
Gavi hesitated for a moment, then decided to go with the safer option. "Truth."
A collective groan echoed through the room, but Ferran leaned in, smirking. "Boring. I dare you to call the last girl you hooked up with”
“‘m not gonna do that” the sevillian answered as he scooted closer to Pedri, who had tensed at the stupid dare.
“Why not?” Ferran asked, acting all innocent as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Because I’m with Pedri now” he admitted, trying to ignore the surprised gasp from their friends. Liars, act as if you haven’t been gossiping about us for ages, he thought.
“Prove it then”
A hush fell over the group, everyone looking around expectantly. Pedri, without hesitation, turned to Gavi, who was sitting beside him. He leaned in and pressed a passionate kiss to Gavi's lips, the room erupting in cheers and applause.
“What the fuck! Disgusting!” Ansu joked, covering his eyes.
"Finally!" Alejandro exclaimed, laughing. "We all knew it!"
“About fucking time!” Fermín added with a chuckle.
Gavi blushed but didn't pull away, feeling Pedri's hand squeeze his reassuringly. They broke the kiss, both smiling, their friends' support wrapping around them like a warm blanket.
"Alright, alright, who's next?" Pedri said, spinning the bottle with a newfound sense of freedom and joy before laying his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
If you had told nineteen-year-old Pedri that by the end of the season he would have a La Liga trophy and a boyfriend, he wouldn’t have believed it, not in a million years. But right there, in the middle of his friend group and in the arms of his beloved Pablo, he knew that was exactly where he was meant to be.
All of the pain, shame and suffering had led to that precise moment, but it had all been worth it. He would never take anything back.
“I love you, Pedri” Pablo whispered in his ear.
“I love you too” he whispered back, because now, he was able to. He didn’t have to hide or lie about the deepest feelings of his aching heart.
Now, his heart was finally free; but it belonged to Pablo Gavira.
And if I could give you the moon
I would give you the moon