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Hugo didn’t know why Loki was being so weird all of a sudden.
They were doing great, successfully locking down Blue Lock’s various plays and already scoring two goals. So, why did it seem like Loki was upset?
Loki’s halftime routine was always the same, a quick shower to cool down, and then he would stretch out his legs. Hugo watched from the small bench as Loki routed around his locker, pulling out a towel, a clean uniform and a water bottle. Their manager droned on with useless praises as the striker retreated out of the room.
Hugo should give him a minute before following, it was the polite thing to do. He let his eyes look away from the man, focusing instead on Charles who was sitting on the floor next to him, texting on his phone.
The little blond was having- what looked like- a fast back and forth with the other person.
Hugo leaned over his shoulder, “Charles.”
Charles jolted upright, wiping his head around, “Jeez Hugo! Don’t scare me like that…”
Hugo tilted his head, “Who are you messaging?”
“Oh! Shidou-Chan obviously!” Charles giggled, turning back to his phone, “Tellin’ him I'm sad he isn’t playin’ this match.”
Hugo hummed in response. He let two minutes to pass before getting up, grabbing a towel with a new change of cloths and going to check up on Loki.
To his surprise, when he walked in, Loki wasn’t in the showers yet. Instead, he was washing his face in the sink, a chillingly neutral expression plastered across his features. It was unlike him, even on his more negative days.
Oh. He was mad.
Why was he upset? They were winning, Hugo had Isagi practically pinned the entire match, forcing their team to reroute their tactics and everything had gone mostly according to plan. Hugo wracked his brain for an answer as he watched Loki splash more water against his face, drying it with a rag after.
He’d thought Loki would be happy that he was marking Isagi so well, since Loki seemed like he didn’t quite like the forward after their Neo Egoist League game. It didn’t make sense, it was a contradiction to how Loki was talking about him before.
Hugo took a breath and stepped into the room, “Knock, knock.”
“Yes Hugo?” Loki didn’t turn around as he spoke. That unnervingly calm voice echoed off the tiles.
“You're upset.” Hugo walked forward, standing a few feet away from the man.
Loki snorted, "Thats a statement, not a question.”
“Why are you upset?” Hugo hummed, placing his towel on the empty counter.
Loki sighed, bracing his hands on the sink, “It’s nothing, Hugo.”
“That makes no sense.” Hugo muttered, narrowing his eyes, “Tell me, so I can help.”
Loki is silent for a moment, seemingly deciding if he even wants to answer Hugo’s question, “I don't like how instant you are with their number 11.”
Hugo frowns, “Wasn’t that our plan? Shut down Isagi first and foremost?”
“Yes, it was- it is. See? So it’s nothing, forget it.” Loki mutters, turning the sink off.
Hugo is puzzled by the confession, it grates on his logic but Loki must have a reason, or an explanation. Hugo shifts on his feet, trying to come up with a solution to ease the tension, “We can move some of the players around, I can cover-”
Loki throws his head back and exhales, making Hugo snap his mouth shut, “No Hugo. It’s just.. I’m just-”
He cuts himself off, sliding a hand over his head. Hugo hates seeing him so conflicted. He wants to make it all go away, to assure Loki that whatever this is won't get in his way. That Hugo will always be there to lead him to his rightful spot as number one.
He watches as Loki’s reflection in the mirror closes his eyes and takes a sharp breath, “Watching you and Isagi on the field makes me feel bitter.”
He pauses before continuing, like he’s feeling out the words in his mouth before he says them, “I just don’t like seeing that.”
Hugo tilts his head, the response slips out before he can think about it, “Why?”
“You're supposed to be guiding me, no?” Loki cocks his head, side eyeing Hugo, “I haven't felt your presence helping me yet.”
“Blocking Isagi had their team scrambled, it's the best outcome.” Hugo reasoned, “Do you want me to switch with someone else?”
“No, Hugo.” Loki exhaled, his frustration evident in his tone, "I'm jealous of you practically grinding on Isagi the entire first half.”
What?
Hugo blinks, confusion seeping into his voice, “I wasn’t grinding on him. I was marking him, for you.”
The man groans, letting his head fall into his hands, elbows braced against the sink, “See? It's irrational. So it’s nothing, I'll get over it.”
Hugo thinks over what Loki said. That also doesn't make much sense. Emotions can be illogical, it's expected of humans as a part of their nature. Loki feeling jealous is just out of the ordinary, not a big deal, Hugo will fix it.
He eliminates most of the little things and narrows his list of things Loki could be jealous of into two points; He is jealous of the intense physical contact he and Isagi had. And he is jealous of the attention Isagi is getting as a result.
Hugo walks up behind Loki, savoring the feeling that washes over him as he realizes how different their body sizes are. Loki is lean, muscles perfectly crafted for his agility and speed. Hugo wants to run his hands down every curve and nook. He makes a note to reserve that for another day.
He tries not to stare for too long though, he was going to give Loki what he wanted, what he needed. ‘An eye for an eye’, as people say.
Hugo let his hands drift to Loki’s hips, resting lightly on the skin before pressing his entire body flush against the man’s back. Loki jolts, almost falling forward against the sink at the pressure. Hugo’s hands grab firmly from where they were hovered, holding him still.
He rests his head on Loki’s shoulder, breathing in the sweat and musk from his jersey. “Let me help then.”
Hugo feels a shiver run down Loki’s back, his own arousal steadily building, he muses that it's a side effect of the current attention on his crotch. He tries to ignore that he basically cherry picked that outcome since earlier he was in the same position, flimsily thinking that the presence of the field was the only thing staving off a boner.
But no– Loki was the one making him feel like this. And Loki was the only one who would get to have this side of him.
“You know…” Hugo breathes, slowly rocking forward, “I was jealous of Isagi too.” He drinks up the subtle hitch in Loki’s breath.
“When you came back from Japan. When you talked about him–” Hugo’s arms came up to wrap around Loki’s waist, holding him tightly as they moved. Jealousy isn’t a common emotion for Hugo either and feeling it in such an intense way from a single person was annoying him.
“-How you talked about him. Utterly ridiculous.” He snaps his hips forward as he remembers it, making both of them shudder.
Hugo suddenly flips their positions, his own back coming to rest on the cold marble countertop while he pulls Loki in to lean back to his chest. The angle is reminiscent of the blocks he was creating earlier, hopefully Loki would appreciate having the accurate position all to himself now.
It seems like he did because he started to roll his hips down against Hugo's growing tent, slender hands bracing themselves on Hugo’s thighs. He buries himself in Loki’s neck, softly panting into the fabric, enjoying the intimate act as they move in sync with one another. The musky scent makes him feel dazed.
Hugo squeezes Loki’s waist, relishing in the soft curse that he lets out. He keeps Loki pressed against him with one arm as the other hand trails down the striker's body.
The shudder that rakes over Loki’s body is addictive. Hugo resists the urge to thrust into the feeling, instead focusing on slipping his hand into Loki’s pants. He hums pleasantly at finding Loki is hard as well, even more so when he thumbs over a damp spot on the man’s boxers.
“Hugo…” Loki sounds breathless, thighs twitching at every small touch.
He groans hearing his name on Loki’s lips. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, Hugo would worship this deity every day if it meant he could hear that divine voice again.
He palms over the erection, making Loki jerk forward, the fabric of his boxers straining into the touch. The erotic smell of his jersey floods his senses as they roll their hips together, making the ends of his thoughts start to feel fuzzy.
In a weak attempt to stabilize himself, he lifts his head off Loki’s shoulder, nosing just behind the striker's ear. They’re both breathing heavily, barely aware of their surrounding environment.
Hugo likes that. That they’re in their own world, away from anyone else who thinks they can climb to stand alongside Loki. Only Hugo can be his right hand, his number two. He presses a kiss into the man’s neck, pausing to feel Loki’s pulse on his lips.
Oh, he loves that.
He kisses into Loki’s neck more, pushing harder every time. He wants to sink his teeth into the soft skin and lap up the blood that spills out. He pulls Loki back against his hips, snapping up to match the movement as they both gasp.
Loki breaks him out of his perverted thoughts by grabbing Hugo’s wrist and tugging it out from his pants, guiding it under his boxers.
Hugo's eyes screw shut as he focuses on the sudden weight in his palm. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around the erection and moved, gathering the wet spurts as he brought his hand up to the tip. Loki’s cock was slick, the sound of it echoed off the locker room walls as he started to pump his fist around the shaft.
“Keep talking.” Loki practically purred the words into his ear.
Hugo rested his chin on Loki’s shoulder again, eyelashes fluttering open, “I don't like it when people like that get under your skin. They are wholly unsuited for your attention.”
Loki jerks up into his palm at his words, cock twitching desperately. Hugo wants to unravel him, release every bit of tension held in his muscles. The thought consumes him as he pumps his hand faster.
“I especially don't appreciate how he talked to you. You, Julian Loki.” His own arousal worsens with every shudder of Loki’s body against his, those gorgeous thighs quivering under his touch. “He would have never dared if I were there. You are the God of the field- my God. I worship the very ground you walk on, Loki.”
Loki brings a hand up to his mouth, trying to silence the noises being pulled out of him.
“I should have been the one to get your attention like that, not that sorry excuse of a forward.” He feels like he’s teetering on the edge, helplessly under the spell that Loki is casting on him.
They're rutting up against each other like animals, chasing the finish line before they are broken from the intimate trance they’re in. Hugo feels light, breathless as he speaks, “I will guide the field, I will devote myself to you. Keep your eyes on me, Julian.”
That does it, Loki’s hips feverishly buck into Hugo’s hands as he comes. White ropes coating his knuckles and It’s heavenly. Hugo relishes in every ridged movement Loki makes as he wrings out his climax.
Listening to the sharp gasps and groans Loki lets out, he can’t help himself. He drops his head back into Loki’s shoulder gritting his teeth as everything crashes down onto him. Panting into the musk of Loki's shirt collar, he grinds his cock against the curve of Loki's ass, savoring every feeling of adoration taking over his brain as he rides out his orgasm.
He’s startled out of the headspace by Loki twisting around in his grasp, pulling him into a searing kiss. They’re lips move against one another, pulling and pushing as Hugo wraps his arms around Loki’s waist yet again. He’s intoxicated by the taste, the feel of his striker's mouth on his own.
When they part they’re nothing but a panting mess, completely melted into each other just as Hugo wants them to be. He wants to assure Loki that he has nothing to fear but Charles beats him to it.
The little blonds screeching voice calls for them outside the washroom, "Hugooo! Lokii! Come on- were all waiting here!"
Loki is quick to scramble off of his chest, cursing under his breath as he changes into his spare cloths. Hugo takes a moment, watching the soiled pants get pulled off before he begins stripping himself too.
Loki's fast, in his pristine uniform first and washing his hands again. Hugo can't help but stare.
It was his destiny to guide Loki in his rightful direction, even if that meant pulling him out of his irrational thoughts.