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It starts off with a dinner they take when both of them have time off. They're in Madrid and Jude takes him to a quiet place that the Spanish players prefer, with no press and raw fish. The dinner is awesome despite the fact the two of them are going tee-total and Trent's slightly nervous about the whole ordeal. At one point, Jude attempts to speak to the waiter about getting fresh water and Trent laughs at his pronunciation so hard he almost wants to duck under the table in embarrassment. Jude throws a frown over the table and Trent immediately grins back at him, completely at ease, happy to be living in the moment.
They split the bill in the end like it's a real date, and not like that time they went to a Chris Brown concert and played rock-paper-scissors to pay for their twin hotel-room. And even though neither of them have had any sort of conversation about what's happening next, Trent follows Jude to a taxi parked at the back entrance. There's no name for what either of them are at the moment. Trent knows there's more than friendship, the co-sleeps, sleepy kisses, and late-night conversations attest to that.
Jude opens up the back door and looks at Trent. "You wanna come back to mine?"
"Thought that was the plan?" Trent says, feeling himself flush slightly. "I mean, you don't uh...unless your mum is home?"
"She's out," Jude says, opening the door wider. He slides into the back seat. "She knows. Thought it could just be me and you."
Before Trent can change his mind, he nods. "Yeah. Of course I'll come."
Trent slides in the back seat too. As soon as the door's closed, the car is off, rolling down the dimly lit Madrid cityscape.
"I'm glad you're here," Jude says softly, glancing over at Trent. Trent's got his head leant against the headrest, watching the city as it flies by slowly. "Didn't think you'd come."
"It's cool out here," Trent laughs softly, looking back over at him. He's surprised by the vision of Jude after all these months like he's gotten older in more than just the literal ways. Spain has morphed him into a man, and Trent's too unpretentious, too northern, too loyal to ever really move out here and extend his career beyond what it is right now. But he's happy for Jude in ways that are more than friendly.
"Innit," Jude echoes with a laugh, and leans over into Trent's space to show him something out of the window.
They're at Jude's place quicker than Trent expects. They hop out and Jude pays the driver. Trent follows behind Jude as he lets them into his big villa. Trent surveys the place: modern and crisp and grown-up, clearly decorated with his mum's vital input, the furniture all grey and cool-toned, the floor marble and white.
Trent makes himself comfortable on the couch. Jude lingers in the doorway, flicking on the lights, warming up the room.
"Your mam's decorated nice," Trent laughs, playing with the fringe of the velvet cushions.
Jude hums distractedly before he clocks it and throws Trent a soft glare. "As if you don't run to yours whenever you have a problem."
"Don't live with her, though, do I?"
Jude sits down and reaches out to shove Trent against the couch with a light hand.
"She's not here right now," Jude whispers when Trent sits back up. Now it's just the two of them, alone, facing each other, and all Trent can hear is his heart beating out of sync with the clock in the hallway of Jude's fancy villa. Trent doesn't know what Jude gets up to out here in Madrid. He's heard stories of girls and hotel rooms, but he supposes that's none of his business. It's not like either of them have made any promises to each other about what they are.
That doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it though.
"You took long to come out here to see me." Jude kicks off his trainers, and brings his feet up onto the couch.
Trent shrugs. "Wasn't on purpose."
"Mmh, here now, though. Aren't you?"
Trent nods and looks over at the big television on the wall, the pictures of Jude and his family on the fireplace. Jude shuffles closer on the couch and touches the inside of his thigh with a hand. Trent reaches for the remote in the middle of the coffee table, ready to flick on the television to put some music on. "Bet you've got all the cool apps on here-"
Before Trent can finish that thought, Jude's leaning forward and slipping a hand underneath Trent's sweater. His cold hand on Trent's warm stomach. "Did you think I invited you out here for a catch-up?" Jude asks, voice low, hand slipping up further. It makes Trent shiver and look over at him.
"What did you ask me here for then?" Trent asks, pressing his hand over Jude's. Part of him needs to hear it. Their legs are touching, and they stare at each other for a moment. Jude's eyes are dark and slightly playful.
"Told mum to leave didn't I?" Jude admits, licking his bottom lip. "Surely that means something."
Trent blinks. "She knows?"
Jude laughs softly, and his hand retracts, landing on Trent's lap instead, pressing down onto his thigh. "Is that what bothers you so much?"
Trent shakes his head and looks down, if there's anything he's learned about Jude so far, it's that Spain has brought out a monster in him. He does and asks questions later. A few years down the line, Trent wouldn't be surprised if he was sitting next to Real Madrid's captain and main playmaker, Modric, Carvajal, and Kroos be damned.
Jude closes the gap between them, sliding into Trent's lap and pushing him back against the couch. His fingers dig into Trent's shoulders as he stares down at him. Trent can feel where their bodies align, warm against each other. Jude eases Trent's sweatshirt to the side, and presses a kiss to where his collarbone is. "Thought I made it pretty obvious," Jude whispers into his skin. "Do you need me to spell it out for you?"
"Didn't think it was more than friends, to be honest."
"T," Jude laughs, bringing his hands up to cup Trent's cheeks. "If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be on your lap right now." He leans forward for a kiss which Trent accepts with his eyes fluttering. Heat flares in his stomach when Jude grinds down softly, showing Trent just how much he wants him. "She's only away for the night, I'd really like to move this along."
"Yeah," Trent whispers, and Jude smirks.
Trent follows Jude up the stairs to his bedroom, the last door on the floor. There's a big bed with un-made sheets, and Trent snorts softly.
"Didn't bother cleaning up for me?"
Jude laughs softly by the doorway, dimming the lights from cool to warm.
"Nah," Jude says, coming around to Trent and pressing up against him. Trent leans back, feeling that Jude's already half-hard in his jeans. "Didn't think you needed the romance."
And Trent's laughing too, because Jude's just so easy, and calm, and sweet to be around. It didn't even take that long for Trent to let him inside his well-walled castle.
They both strip off their clothes. Sweatshirts, tee shirts, jeans. Trent's breath hitches when Jude gets down on his knees to put a hand over his dick in his briefs, already throbbing.
"Done this before?" Trent breathes out, looking down at him. Jude doesn't look nervous as he runs the flat of his hand over him, firm and yet learning. They've never had a conversation about sex like this before, but Jude knows about him and Hendo once upon a time ago.
"With a man?" Jude asks and then shakes his head. He presses his tongue flat against Trent's dick through the material and Trent gasps softly. "Nah. Thought we could discuss it."
"Moving a bit fast there," Trent answers as well as he can, as Jude deftly moves his hands around to his bum, digging softly into the flesh. He swallows softly. "I think you know my preferences."
Jude hums against him and lays the flat of his tongue against his dick again before he stands up.
"Bought the stuff," Jude says, trailing his fingers over Trent's chest to push him down against the bed. Trent falls into the sheets and Jude comes down over the top of him. "Don't wanna know how fucking embarrassing that was, man."
"Stuff?"
“Lube," Jude says with a shrug as he pulls back and smiles. "Know spit won't work."
There's something notably defiant in his voice like he's made an effort to learn about it for this specific moment. Like he spent time thinking about it, planning for it. It makes Trent feel warm all over.
"I'll talk you through it," Trent says, and he runs his hands over Jude's hair, coarse and yet soft on the top of his head as he leans down to lick over his nipples with a hot tongue. Trent blinks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking, very briefly, that this is just some dream he's conjured up and will wake up from soon.
Trent kicks a foot out and rolls over so he's on top.
"I can start," Trent says at Jude's brief wide-eyed moment.
"Sure," Jude grins softly, nudging his nose against his. He sprawls on his back and puts his hand behind his head. He looks the pretty picture of Trent's daydreams for months now. Trent kisses down Jude's body, and then his hips. He's always liked this part, learning the way the other person ticks. Making them feel good.
"Shit," Jude says when Trent pulls him out the front of his boxers, and then slips him into his mouth. "Fuck. I've thought about this."
Trent's thought about it too. And it's better than he imagined. It's a little sloppy and slick, as Jude pushes up into his mouth, and slides his fingers over Trent's scalp to the back of his neck. Trent can feel himself getting harder in his briefs, rubbing against the sheets and getting wetter and messier.
Trent pulls off when Jude's fingers clench over his ear. "So soon?"
"Shut up," Jude manages hoarsely, and then he's scrabbling a hand at his bedside drawer. Hands coming back with a bottle of lube and a foil square.
"Here," Trent says, sitting up as Jude fiddles with the cap. He rolls back over onto his back, throws off his boxers, and spreads his legs. It's been a while since he's been in this position, but the nerves are almost nonexistent as he slicks up Jude's fingers warmly and presses them against himself. "One at a time, go slow. It's fine."
"Yeah?" Jude whispers and he's staring at him in the eyes as the first finger slips in. "Make sure to tell me how it feels?"
"Will do," Trent sighs, closing his eyes.
The lube is warm and Jude's fingers are long and slim. The stretch is familiar but the depth is unfamiliar. Jude's going slowly, shifting to lie on his stomach, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He kisses the inner of Trent's thigh when he twitches, moving the finger in and out deftly. And even though Trent knows he can take more, it feels nice.
When he makes a noise Jude almost retracts, but Trent reaches out to catch his wrist, keeping him there.
"Don't," Trent says and clenches around his fingers. He's shivering and he almost laughs. "S'good, promise. Don't stop."
"Another?"
Trent nods his head. "Yeah," he says, and Jude slicks up again, pressing in. He moves steadier, pushing in deeper, curling them almost like he's fucking a girl. Trent keeps his hand around his wrist, pressing deeper when it sizzles up his spine and gets him all warm. It's the closest he's had to getting fucked since-- since before, he thinks, and his breath catches in his chest when Jude reaches out with his spare hand to circle around his dick.
"Fuck," he says. "I'll come if you do. Just. One more and then..."
Jude laughs softly, almost awe-fully.
As the third finger wiggles inside, Trent catches Jude's eyes, who is looking down at where his fingers are with utter concentration. And it's funny really, that Trent can get him to look at him like that. Jude's flawless in every sense of the word, anyone in the world would want him like this but he's here, with Trent. Giving it all to him. He lifts his leg up to cover Jude's head to get his attention.
"You're doing good," Trent says and gasps softly when Jude moves just right again.
Jude smirks. "Thanks." And then he's easing out his fingers slowly, so he can move up to kiss him.
"Been wanting this," Jude mumbles against his lips, gripping his dick in his hand, and pressing up against where Trent is open. "Honest. I have."
"I know," Trent whispers. "Me too."
And then he's rolling the condom over Jude's dick, slicking him up. Staring up at him with a hand clenched around his shoulder.
"First time since..." Jude asks, almost apprehensively and Trent nods but flashes him a grin.
"I'll be better," Jude promises, with all of the cocked-assuredness that makes Trent's stomach soar with promise.
Trent laughs and pulls on Jude's hips until the head of his dick slips inside. Jude goes slow again, tense shoulders, mumbling into Trent's shoulder, "Like that, taking me so well," as he goes inch by inch. It makes Trent's head go dizzy and brainless.
It feels-- well, it feels like he's getting fucked, and he gasps softly, adjusting. It's nothing at all like what he remembers-- Jude's excitable but not pushy. Caring but not overbearing. Like they both have the ability to laugh if needs must. Trent curls his fingers into the short hair at the nape of Jude's neck, feels his hips still, and then move. Jude swallows hoarsely and the sound vibrates through him.
"Fuck," Trent says when Jude stops again, at the hilt. His dick has fattened up again, steadily leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. "You can move."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Trent says and brushes a hand over where they connect, listening to Jude's hiss of wonderment.
It's everything and nothing at all like Trent's imagination. The stretch is different and thicker, especially when Jude adjusts the angle with a hand on Trent's thigh, and his whole body thrums with the feeling. It's hot where every line of their bodies meet, where Jude's hard stomach grazes over the head of his dick as he moves.
"Shit," Jude whispers, tipping his head forward. "Feels so good."
"Yeah?" Trent clenches his fingers into his hair and leans up to kiss him. "Does, doesn't it? So good."
Jude laughs softly, grunts, and picks up the pace. The only sounds in the room are the slick sounds of their skin and Trent's soft gasps intermingling with Jude's low groans. It's perfect. Jude loses a little bit of his composure as he works, fucking into him easily and recklessly, spitting on the palm of his hand to wrap it around his dick.
"Wet," Jude murmurs as he strokes up his dick.
Trent huffs out a breath. "I, don't..."
"What?" Jude cocks his head. "Am close too, fuck. Let me?"
"'M close," Trent gasps as Jude thrusts into him harder, moving his hand over his dick in a rhythm that shouldn't work but does. It's good, it's perfect, and Trent feels the tell-tale signs of his orgasm at the edges of his peripheral. He squeezes his eyes shut, arches up into Jude, and rolls down into the thrusts, feeling Jude's far-away murmurs of pleasure.
Trent feels Jude shudder and shiver, lips touching the soft spot under his chin.
He comes hard over his stomach, and Jude holds him through it, keeping him still as he moves.
"Fuck," Jude says, overwhelmed, before his eyes flicker back and he's coming too.
Once they both stop shaking, Trent feels it properly. The fading aftershocks, the dull ache, the sweaty, salty smell not unlike that of a locker room after a winning derby. And he waits for the inevitable wave of regret and nausea.
"Shit," Jude leans up on the palms of his hands to hover above him. Trent swallows and looks at him, half-expecting to see something else. But it's still Jude, smirking, happy and bright.
It doesn't come. Instead, he feels lax and fucked out. Jude's weight on top of him, breathing heavily and real.
"God, T." Jude leans down to press a wet kiss to his mouth.
"Was that good?" Trent mumbles quietly against his lips.
"So good," Jude murmurs, pressing another kiss to his jaw, and then down over his neck. Like he could keep going for round two. "Came fucking hard. Harder than ever."
Trent makes a soft noise, trying to find the words, the confidence he had when he was talking Jude through the process. Finds that it's gone. His eyes feel wet and hot, like he could cry for some inexplicable reason.
Jude pulls out slowly, presses his face deeper into Trent's chest, lays all of his weight there.
"Don't have a crisis," Jude eventually whispers, whirling his fingers about in some strange shape on Trent's side. He tips his head back, and looks at Trent. "When we were in London, at St George's, after we kissed. I thought about it, and then you told me about Hendo, and I don't know, like, made me want it more. To show you it was better. Could be better."
Trent looks at him, and sees none of the awful regret he was expecting. None of the wide-eyed look of pulsating shame. Instead, Jude just looks calm and honest-- like normal, like they've just finished up a good training session, fucking around in a hotel room, showing each other music or memes or the best clubs to pick up girls.
"I didn't know," he says to Jude. "Didn't know you'd thought about me like that."
"You're stupid Trent Alexander," Jude sits up a little, laughing softly. "Why do you think I kissed you back?"
Trent sits up against the headboard, and brings the sheets up over himself, forgetting about the mess on his stomach before he winces softly. "Dunno," he says. "Thought it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, like, you helping me sleep. Hendo was a long time ago."
Jude's looking at him like he's reading him, and Trent gets embarrassed fast. It feels nothing like when he was Hendo, nothing at all. Not like he wants to curl up in a ball afterwards because he knows Hendo's gonna get in the shower and leave him here. He can see it in Jude's eyes: the intent to stay.
"I like you," Jude says. "I'm into you." He kicks out a leg into Trent's thigh as he straightens up on the bed so they're lying side by side, opposite each other. "I don't want what you and Hendo had."
"What do you want?" Trent asks in a whisper.
"Just you," Jude flexes his hand over Trent's hip, squeezes it, and moves closer until he's nearly in his lap again. "I mean, I know it won't be a normal relationship but..."
"Relationship?" Trent garbles out softly.
Jude's eyes flicker up, and his hands stop their incessant petting. "Yeah? What, did you think I asked to shag you on a whim? Nah, Trent. After everything I'd never do that."
There's a beat, and then Jude leans over him again. Into his space, not going anywhere. "You get me?"
"Yeah," Trent says, hoarse. Jude stays where he is, cupping Trent's chin, leaning in to kiss him again. Right there.