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It was weird.
Honestly, very weird.
Because Leo was never mad – well, outside of the pitch at least.
Sure David had seen Leo angry and frustrated, but mostly only at himself. Angry for not scoring; frustrated of not being good enough – even thought those reasons were extremely stupid for David's opinion, because Leo wasn't good, fuck; he was great.
And yet Leo was pushing himself harder than anyone else; echoing that you can always improve. And David believed that sentence, lived by it too, but sometimes when he watched Leo play, he found it hard to believe that someone could become even better.
So whenever Leo's brows were knitted together and his hands pressed into fists, frustration and determination sparkling in his eyes, David could almost hear Leo's inner voice beating him to be faster. Be better.
And football was of course full of bittersweet moments, but even if Leo took it out on his team-mates or friends (what didn't happen often), he always apologized after. He always imploded, never exploded.
So, for that good reason, David was absolutely thrown out by the fact that Leo was angry with him.
Like actually mad at him.
And it was such a stupid reason anyway.
David didn't mean any harm to happen when he had told Dani about the noises Leo made during sex. Well, not with those exact words, but Dani sure had got the point. And David couldn't even remember what the original topic had been; he had only said it to throw Dani off – shut him up somehow. It was just a joke.
So when Leo came to him with flushed cheeks and embarrassment shining in his eyes, telling David how Gerard had made some loud, over the edge porn moan and how everyone else had been sniggering in their jerseys – well, David had laughed. Laughed from the bottom of his heart, but God, he couldn't help it.
Obviously it wasn't a wise thing to do. Because Leo forgave quickly, but now David had made it over the line. Way over it. And he should have known that, because Leo valued privacy. But he still didn't expect the younger man to react quite like this.
"I'm sorry, okay?" David murmured an apology on the skin of Leo's neck. The Argentinean only tensed under his touch, so he continued; leaving soft kisses on his throat as he slid his arms around Leo's thin waist. "I'm so sorry, Leo."
Leo's hands came between their bodies and pushed David away enough to look him in the eye.
"Do you know what kind of shit they put me through? Geri is never letting this go. Never!" Leo fists David's shirt in his hands. "Why did you have to tell Dani? Of all people, why him? Why didn't you tell Andres or Xavi? They would have kept shut about it!"
"That's why exactly," David gave him a smirk, "I don’t need to try to keep their mouth shut."
Okay, joking wasn't a good way to go. David knew his mistake as soon as the words passed his lips; first the hurt had flickered in Leo expression, before the feeling molded into anger. He pushed David off and was out of the room before David could process of what happened. Sometimes he hated that the fate gave him quicker mouth than mind.
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David gave him a space to cool down. All three hours and twenty-two minutes before the silence of the house became too much and he dragged himself upstairs to find Leo – still pissed off or not.
He had expected for Leo to still be little annoyed about it, but probably ready to be calmed down with few apologizing words and gentle kisses. So David was little surprised again to be greeted with soft smile. Surprised, but happy.
"Hey, you okay here?" David asks anyway as he sits down to the bed next to Leo, who's sitting cross-legged on the middle of the mattress, playing with his phone.
"Yeah. Sure." Leo smiles even wider and that's when David's suspicion shoots up. Something’s off. It's not his smile, because it looks genuinely happy. And it's not his voice either; it's not laced with sarcasm or hidden anger.
But something's not right, that David is sure of.
"Okay," he says slowly, watching Leo a little cautiously as if waiting him to burst. He kind of hopes that. It’s not healthy to keep emotions and feelings so locked up inside. But nothing happens, so David dares to move again, sliding his hand across Leo’s thigh and flexing his finger along the muscle.
“I’m sorry, okay,” he whispers and moves his other hand to the back of Leo’s neck, pulling his face closer. They never had a make-up sex before, but David definitely likes the idea. “Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs and Leo has already parted his lips, leaning forwards and David meets him in the middle.
Leo makes a quiet moan deep in his throat, trying to pull David even closer by the shirt, and fuck, David feels a little dizzy when all his blood rush to the south. His hand moves upwards from Leo’s thigh, over his hip and abdomen. He desperately wants to feel the skin instead of the fabric, but doesn’t want to break the kiss long enough to strip Leo.
But he should do it slow, right? Should touch and caress Leo’s body until he was writhing under him, kiss him until he was breathless; show him like that, that he actually was sorry.
They’re both breathing heavily when David finally withdraws and stands up to pull his t-shirt off. He also takes Leo's phone from his loose fingers and Leo lets him; dark eyes blinking up as he bites his lower lip. David doesn’t really know how patient he can be. But he tries. As much as he manages with arousal pooling down in his stomach and fire flaring up his senses.
He kicks Leo's legs apart with his knees as he moves top of the smaller man, pinning him down to the bed. There's still something in the way Leo looks up at him, something what David can't put his fingers on, but he decides not to think about it.
Instead he focuses on the feeling of Leo's body under him; small, yet all about hard lines and lithe muscles.
Leo's skin is warm and David can't get enough of the taste and feel of it. His mouth hovers over the pulse point on Leo's throat, and he bites gently when the smaller man stretches his neck, offering himself. Leo arches his back and wraps his strong legs around David’s hips, thrusting up. David gasps at the friction – or maybe it’s Leo? – and lets his hands wander under Leo's black shirt, sliding over the tensed muscles, before moving lower over his waist to cup Leo's ass.
Leo's knees fall apart even more, allowing David to grind down harder. David gives Leo ass a firm squeeze, before he moves up again to lift Leo's shirt. He doesn't take it off all the way, but gathers it up enough to reveal the flat stomach and chest.
"Fuck, Leo..." David hears his own voice before he moves to lick a wet stripe from Leo's stomach to his left nipple. He flicks his tongue over it a few times before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently. Leo takes a fast intake of air and starts squirming. Not much, but enough for David to tighten his grasp of Leo's hip as his other hand flies up to take a strong grip of Leo's bicep.
Leo's whines and bucks his hips up as David rolls his tongue around the hard nub. He smirks as he lifts his mouth enough to move to the other nipple. It's thrilling to know that he's the only one who knows Leo's sensitive spots. Only one who knows how to make the famous Leo Messi beg.
Leo gasps again and gives out a high pitched moan as David bites the hard flesh between his teeth.
"David... David – fuck,-" Leo breaths, arches his spine and throws his head to his side. David shifts and is just about mark the pale skin there when Leo tightens his legs around David's hips and flips them over.
For being so little, he has surprisingly much strength, David has to give him that.
Leo breaths heavily as he sits there, straddling David, pupils blown and skin slick on his chest and neck where David's tongue had been. The shirt is still up, rumpled under Leo's armpits and David thanks Leo in his mind for wearing so tight shirt. He also thinks that Leo should wear black more often, because fuck, the contrast with his skin is amazing.
"Fucking hell, cariño, do you have any idea of how you look right now?" David growls, low in his throat as he's about to pull Leo closer again, but something halts him middle. There's that look again – the sparkle in Leo's eyes.
David blinks when Leo scrambles away and out off the bed – out of David’s grasp – taking few quick steps before his back hits the wall. David can only stare, hand still up in the air.
"Leo-?" he asks; a little bit worried and even more confused when a smile spreads on Leo's lips. It's not even his usual smile.
It's not the adorable one that he usually wears nor the one he has in front of the cameras; shy and little awkward.
No, this one is neither.
And fuck, David's cock twitches at the sight. It's smug. Smug and a little bit flirty (even though it’s not probably intentional), but hell, Leo is never smug and David wants so badly to rip Leo's clothes away and pull him on the bed again. He wants to see that same look on Leo as he rides his cock, because David has never seen this side of Leo. Didn't know how badly he wanted to see this side of Leo.
Leo interrupts David's daydream by licking his lips and cocking his head to the side.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," he says slowly, chest still heaving as he stares David intensively before taking a quick turn and steps out of the door.
That snaps David into action.
"What, Leo – Leo!"
He jumps out of the bed in a blink of an eye and catches Leo on the door of bathroom, pinning Leo against it before he can open it.
"What the fuck, Leo - you can't do that?" He asks, voice frantic, but Leo only smirks and finally David gets it.
It's the payback. It's the fucking payback and David almost laughs, but this is just too cruel. To work man up like that and then leave him hanging.
"I'm sorry, Leo, okay?" he pleads – he actually fucking pleads – what David doesn't do, he doesn't beg or plead for anything or anyone, ever... "I made a mistake and I apologized, okay? You can't punish me like this." David is positively sure that he would go down on his knees just so he could have Leo against the shower wall.
"Punish you?" Leo says all too innocently, "I'm not punishing you; I'm just taking a shower."
"Leo, please..." David groans and presses his body against Leo's, whose erection is pressing evidence that the younger man wants it just as much.
"I can really make it up to you," David whispers and trails his hands down Leo's sides. “I can make you come so hard that you forget everything that happened today. Come on, you can even choose the position?” But Leo pushes David away again and fumbles for the doorknob behind his back.
"Actually, you can make it up to me," he raises his eyebrows and opens the door. "Tell Dani and Geri to get down with it.” And there's the smug smile again. “And I think you should do that pretty soon, because I might not be in the mood for this before you do that."
David can only stare Leo with wide eyes, trying to realize that Leo – his sweet, adorable little Leo – was actually blackmailing him with sex. He licks his dry lips with tongue, suddenly feeling desperate.
"Leo, come on! How am I supposed to do that? Nothing gets their mouth shut!"
"I don't know. Bribe, blackmail, whatever... You're smart, you figure it out." Leo smiles, "While you think that, I'm taking a shower."
"–alone!" he adds when David steps forward.
The door closes before David, leaving him with hard on and mind full of curses. He hears Leo locking the door and thinks that he had definitely underestimated how cunning the younger man can be under his innocent façade.