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Luis slumps over on the bench. There's something satisfying about having a really good practice. He runs a hand through his hair, sending it in all directions as he sighs. Satisfying, but exhausting. The only thing keeping him from falling asleep is his wonderful mate. He savors it, closing his eyes contentedly.
It reminds him of the past, of simpler times, of home.
For a few moments he simply drinks and ignores the chaos going on around him, letting his mind wander. The usual chatter flows around him, with loud music blaring from Dani's phone, and Ney dancing around in the ugliest pants he's ever seen. Luis tunes it all out. He hasn't been drinking long when someone sits down on his left.
It's Leo.
The Argentine's shoulder brushes against Luis' in greeting, and he presses their thighs together companionably. Leo is fresh from the shower, dressed only in a towel that ends just above his knees. He's clearly tired too, as he tips his head back against the lockers behind them and lets his eyes drift shut. It's as if changing into his clothes to head home is too much of an effort for him.
Luis' eyes stare admiringly at Leo's flat stomach and pectoral muscles, lingering on his nipples, before trailing up the long line of Leo's throat. His fingers twitch where he holds his gourd. The words are coming out of his mouth before he has time to think about it. "Do you want a sip?"
For all the times they've sat together in the locker room, Luis has never offered to share his mate with Leo--or anyone. It's not really his custom, though he knows many others freely share. There's not much left right now anyway, but he knows Leo is a fan of mate. And he likes Leo... really likes Leo. Leo, above everyone, has made him feel welcome and included.
And... Leo looks as tired as Luis feels.
So Luis offers. Maybe not properly, but he offers.
Leo's eyes slit open and he turns his head slightly to meet Luis' gaze. There's a brief hesitation before Leo nods. A hint of a smile appears on his face, lips curling up just a bit. But the rest of his body doesn't move from against the locker. He doesn't reach to take the gourd from Luis. He simply keeps his eyes trained on Luis'.
Luis feels like the weight of that gaze is pinning him down. It's often like that when Leo turns his eyes toward Luis. There's something indescribable in those eyes. Something knowing. Luis feels sluggish, as if everything is in slow motion. But slowly, slowly, he lifts his left hand. Leo's eyes stay focused on his as he raises the gourd towards Leo's face.
Leo still doesn't move to take it.
Instead, the smaller man parts his lips.
Luis tries to keep his hand from shaking as he moves the gourd closer. He watches Leo's tongue peek out between his pearly teeth before closing his mouth around the metal straw--Leo's lips settling right where Luis' were seconds before. Luis tightens his hold on the gourd, barely breathing as everything around him floats away and his world narrows to just the two of them.
Leo's eyes drift closed again, dark lashes fanning out against his pale skin, as he hollows his cheeks and sucks gently on the straw. A flush settles over his face though the metal lockers must be cool against his skin. There's a minor argument going on not far away, but like Luis, Leo ignores everything around them.
Luis watches Leo's throat move as the smaller man drinks the mate. He can't help swallowing. Hard. The blood rushes through his ears as he feels the first flickers of arousal pooling throughout his body. He becomes hyperaware of how close he is to the other man.
How Leo's thigh is still pressed up against his.
And how only a towel separates him from Leo's skin.
Luis' right hand settles on Leo's leg without really thinking about it, rubbing the terry cloth material between his fingers lazily. What he really wants to do is slide his hand underneath Leo's towel, leisurely over that warm skin, and slowly move it up Leo's thigh.
Leo, as if reading his thoughts, slightly spreads his legs, though his eyes remain closed as he continues to drink. Then he does it again. The towel inches up higher on his thighs, exposing more of his legs. Luis bites back a curse and thumbs the soft skin on the inside of Leo's knee as Leo's legs continue drift further apart, beckoning him.
Leo's loud slurping brings him back to reality, as Leo finishes the mate and Luis realizes they are in the middle of a crowded locker room. How no one has interrupted them yet, he doesn't know. But he's beyond grateful. He removes his hand, clenching his fingers together awkwardly, immediately missing the feeling of Leo's skin.
Leo's eyes finally open again, flush still on his cheeks as he stares at Luis. He parts his lips to release the straw, now glistening from being in his mouth. His tongue peeks out and moistens his lips. "It's good," he says thickly as Luis pulls the gourd away.
Luis' own mouth is dry. His heart is racing as he clutches the gourd. "Do you--do you want any more?" he asks, unable to look away from his teammate. Any fatigue he felt from practice earlier has entirely disappeared as the adrenaline pumps through his body.
He's sure Leo knows what he's really asking.
Leo licks his lips again. He looks at Luis through lidded eyes, and the flush spreads down his neck to his chest. "I think I do," he says softly, utterly serious as he presses his thigh harder against Luis'.
His legs are now spread almost obscenely.
Leo's hand reaches out and lets his pinkie finger graze against Luis' clenched fist, dipping between the fingers casually. Luis shudders. "But not here, no?" Leo asks, drawing his hand back innocently and turning his gaze towards the rest of the room.
Luis nods dumbly. "O-okay," he says, clearing his throat. He stifles a moan as Leo's thighs close into a more proper position. His fingers twitch, aching to touch.
Leo swivels his head back at Luis. He studies him intently, eventually standing. His hand tightens on the towel around his waist. "I have to get dressed," he says, as if the conversation has ended, opening his locker and beginning to pull out his shirt. He laughs when he sees Luis' face fall.
Luis doesn't understand, but he doesn't move either when Leo reaches down and tugs a lock of his hair. The smaller man leans in close, close enough that Luis can smell the soap he used in the shower, and brushes his lips against Luis' ear.
Luis shudders again, but he doesn't mind. Not when Leo whispers, "And then maybe you can give me a ride home."
Luis grins.