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Sae tips his cap down so it obscures his face as he makes his way to his seat, carefully avoiding making eye contact with anyone he passes by. Even though he's a player for a Re Al auxiliary club, he's not exactly the most popular player. Of course, in Japan he's the most well-known, but that doesn't matter. He used to be bitter about it as a young teen, but now he's lucky that he doesn't face a high risk of getting recognized on the street.
Though a soccer match is obviously different. Here, he's surrounded by crazed fans and obsessive stans, so he has to be careful. Usually, he can slap on unassuming clothes, a hat, and some sunglasses and pray he's average-looking enough to slip past anyone who might be inclined to stop and ask for an autograph. He even buys the ticket for the seat next to him, just to be safe.
Today, he's watching an exhibition match between Celta Vega and Villas. He's there to keep an eye on some of the defenders, as they'd recently secured decent trades. That, and Sae doesn't know what to do with his money, and defaults to attending exhibition matches when he realizes he needs to do something other than eat, sleep and practice.
When he sits down in the plastic stadium seat, the first thing Sae realizes is that it's going to be difficult to pay attention to the game. The seats are rough, too hard and too small to get comfortable in. He must have gotten worse seats than he thought.
The game starts, and it's immediately clear that the forward for Celta Vega is lacking, at least in comparison to Barcha's or Re Al's.
He hates that he notices is that, though he supposes it's one of the few things he remains useful for. But it's undoubtedly true— Bunny Iglesias would devour these teams the minute he stepped out onto the field.
God, why is he thinking of Iglesias?
A few rows below him, the tell-tale Bunny logo peaks out among the crowd. Sighing, Sae slumps back into his seat. Thinking about Bunny always brings his mood down, and watching a shitty exhibition match only makes the comparisons between the strikers painfully clear. Comparison is the thief of joy, they say, and Sae can't think of anything more true in this moment.
When the center forward for Villas passes in a moment of weakness, Sae only sees the opportunity Bunny would grab at to bully past the other team and shove his way through the defensive line. It doesn't help that Villas's center forward is shorter, smaller than Bunny's imposing and striking form. Bunny always has the height advantage, the plump muscles to play as mean as he pleases. It's not like anyone who's watched him play has ever stopped him, anyhow.
Thoughts of Bunny, Bunny, Bunny hop around inside his mind like an annoying gnat. Still, when he rubs his thighs together, he can tell he's getting… Worked up.
How pathetic can he get, leaking over thoughts of this bastard? It's fucking ridiculous. He refocuses his attention on Celta Vega once more, looking closer at their defense.
They're not half bad, if only just figuring out their place on the team. Though they're nothing of the experienced defense for Real, or even the spunky Barcha defenders. They won't stand a chance competing against either of them.
Celta Vega makes a decent goal twenty minutes into the match. Sae leans forward, hips raised slightly above the chair in anticipation. His jeans pull into his crotch with the change in position, making him involuntarily flinch.
Sae's thoughts about Celta Vega quickly plummet when they immediately lose their grounding to Villareal in one of the stupidest plays he's ever seen. Again, he thinks of Bunny. Mindless brute he may be, even he wouldn't have given up two goals in such quick succession no matter how high off of his own narcissism he may be.
Sae groans when he realizes that he's back to thinking about Bunny. The asshole just has to be on his mind. He unknowingly rocks up in his seat, a jolt of stimulation racing down his spine.
The seam of his pants rubs tight against his clit. Before boredom can usurp his thoughts, he grinds down slowly into the chair. Perhaps there is a way to make this match more interesting, since the players clearly aren't going to do it for him. It's easier to turn his brain off this way, especially since thinking about Bunny worked him up.
He glances to the side. The couple in the closest seats to him aren't paying him any attention. Across the aisle, neither is the other group. It's piercingly loud in the crowd, drowning out any subdued moans that may accidentally slip out. He'll have to be careful, but he's certain he can get away with it.
Sae slowly swivels his hips in little circles. He's so subtle about it, there's not a chance that the average person could see what he's doing. Mindlessly getting himself off, he looks to the Celta Vega forward. The forward taps his foot, and glances to his right. It's obvious that he's looking for the same pass he received before for their earlier goal. If Villas is smart, they'll notice.
When they inevitably do notice what's happening, Villas' forward does a piss poor job of stopping it. Disappointed groans come from his side of the stadium along with shouts of indignation. Villas's forward's arms are too short, his stride not long enough to catch up with the play. He thinks of Bunny's long arms, his irritating ability to miraculously appear wherever the ball is in a split second. There's no way this play would have passed him by.
Frustrated, Sae grinds down. His own thoughts are taunting him, and he can't even tell if it's making him hornier or only disrupting him.
Huffing, he crosses his arms over his chest and crosses his legs. This way, he can look properly annoyed and still get friction. He squeezes his thighs together, putting pressure on his clit. His jeans are delightfully painful against his pussy, the seam making his clit twitch and—
A large hand lands on his shoulder. His blood runs cold.
Sae jolts in his seat. Afraid he must have been caught, he schools his face and stills himself.
"Wow, Sae. It's been a while since I've seen you at an exhibition match," comes a low, grating voice from behind him. One only need think of the devil, and he shall come. "It's a shame they both suck though."
Bunny Iglesias rubs his hand into his shoulder, giving it a massage. Sae clenches his jaw shut. Bunny has a way of speaking that will never not infuriate him with it's condescension. He always seems jovial until the meaning of his words slap you across the face. He'll tell you the most vile insults, all with a pleasant smile on his face. He takes deep pleasure in making other people uncomfortable, especially when it's Sae.
The chair behind him creaks with the weight of someone sitting down. Bunny leans down next to his face, hooking his chin over his shoulder.
"What's little Sae been up to lately?" He can hear the devilish grin in his voice. "Have a fun time in Japan?"
"That's none of your business," he says. "Aren't you uncomfortable, sitting like that?"
Bunny chuckles, and Sae can feel his throat bob. "Not as uncomfortable as your clit must feel with you sitting like that. Didn't know you were into that kind of thing."
Sae twists around in his chair, affronted. Heat rushes to his face and colors it with fury. He tries to slap Bunny's arm off of him, but he catches it instead. Bunny's wearing his own merchandise, reinforcing Sae's personal belief that he really is a self-obsessed narcissist.
"What the hell do you want," Sae demands. "Because I'm not in the mood."
"Easy, easy," Bunny cajoles. "I think you're in some kind of mood though. What's go you so worked up?"
Sae rolls his eyes. He doesn't respond to him, just turns back around in his seat to watch the game. Bunny lets go of his hand when Sae tugs.
"I just happened to see you across the stadium, thought I'd come say hi," he continues. "Imagine my surprise when I see you wiggling your hips like you're just waiting for someone to see. Tell me, is it the audience, or is it the game?"
"You're disgusting," Sae hisses. "Don't project your nasty thoughts onto me."
"Not my fault that anyone with a nose could sniff you out," says Bunny. Sae's heart is thundering in his chest. "I bet you're leaking down there. Aren't you glad I showed up to help?"
Sae involuntarily drags his pussy down against the chair again, much to his embarrassment and Bunny's glee. But he refuses to turn around again, not even to smack Bunny across his stupid, smug fucking face. Bunny runs his hands up and down Sae's arms, as if they were a couple sharing a cute moment together. Nobody even glances at their blatant show of PDA.
"Go away." He demands.
"No thanks," Bunny says. "I might just kill myself if I miss out on this."
"Don't joke like that, asshole," Sae rolls his eyes. He's always making the same suicide jokes in a round rotation, no matter the situation. He has no filter. "We're in public."
"And you're on an exhibitionist streak." Bunny pokes him in the shoulder. "Stop pretending like you aren't, it's not cute anymore. I wanna see you get off now."
Despite Bunny's playful tone, the words he says cause Sae let out a soft moan and tense his thighs.
Bunny, ever the most perceptive, notices the shift in Sae's demeanor. "Hey, did that work for you?" He asks. "You like being called out like that, huh? What if someone sees you; we're in public." Having his own words thrown back at him stings, but he doesn't have it in him to argue any further.
Sae eyes the field— ignoring Bunny rubbing his shoulders— and lets his thoughts meander. He stares at the players thighs, their arms and their torso, imagines being held down against a bed and having his waist gripped tight. He swivels his hips, sighing. Bunny hooks his chin over his shoulder.
"Ignore me all you want," he says, right into his ear. "But I'm not going anywhere."
Suddenly, Bunny's hands disappear and his heads lifts up. Confused, Sae breaks his own rule and turns his head. Bunny is leaning back against his chair, facing the game. When one of the teams score, God knows which, Bunny cheers alongside the rest of them and shouts whatever chant the audience has come up with in perfect spectator fashion.
When he's done with the show, Bunny tilts his head and smirks at him as if nothing happened, as if he wasn't purposefully doing everything he could to get under his skin.
Glaring, Sae locks eyes with him. "What?" Bunny asks, playing innocent. "Just thought I'd join in on the fun."
Clenching his jaw shut, Sae faces the game again. If Bunny wanted to watch, then so be it. Breathing in deeply, Sae does his best to ignore the looming presence behind him. It's more difficult then it was before though, because every twitch of a muscle, every labored breath, every stutter of his hips; he knows it's being watched, enjoyed by somebody. As much as it turns him on (despite the person watching), it also leaves him wanting more. He's not easily satisfied. Neither is Bunny.
When the crowd rises, Sae uses it as an excuse to rise with them and drops back into his seat for stimulation. The relentless pull of his jeans against his clit feels amazing, but it's not enough to bring him to the edge.
What he wants is someone's hands on him, touching his legs, his arms, his waist. Sae is perpetually horny, and it's so fucking difficult for him to get himself off alone, especially when there's a willing and warm body right behind him. For once, he can't take his mind off of it.
Pursing his lips, he tries again without being obvious.
And again, and again, and again. Frustrated with himself, he groans. The couple close to him shoot him an awkward stare, but it's gone before Sae can feel self conscious. If he continues like this, he's going to get caught. His face burns. Sae's never actually gotten caught by anyone in the past, but he's never risked getting off in such a public place before either. It's entirely possible that someone might catch him at the wrong moment, might sniff him out in the midst of an orgasm. The thought renders him still again, entirely too stuck in his mind.
One of the teams blocks a shot, and when Bunny stands up to shout, he presses up against the back of Sae's chair. Warmth spreads against the back of his head, causing him to melt back into the other man. Before Bunny can sit back down, Sae grabs his hand.
"Need something?' Bunny asks, peering down at him. Sae tilts his head back. "Can't help you out if you don't tell me what's up."
"… Sit next to me," Sae says through gritted teeth. Bunny obliges, and swiftly steps down the stadium stairs. His steps are heavy, something of a relief for Sae as he moves his bags out of the way to make room.
Bunny sits down next to him, and casually drops an arm across his shoulders. He's acting the loving boyfriend, it seems, who just can't help but play into all of the lover-boy tropes he can think of. It makes his face burn with humiliation, that some people might think they're a couple.
He leans in close, huffing a breath right right next to his face. "Keep moving your hips," he says. "I want you to get off, right here, before the game ends. You can do that for me right?"
Sae's lips form a tight line in concentration. "Not for you," he grits out, but he humps the chair anyway.
"Sorry," Bunny says. "For your own pleasure. Tell me, if it were anybody else here, would you be doing the same?"
Sae swallow thickly, hole fluttering around nothing. Bunny reaches up to play with his hair as Sae crosses his arms across his chest. "I think you like being a whore," Bunny continues. "I mean, only whores get off in public. But you don't care about that, do you?"
There's probably going to be a wet spot in his pants by the time the game ends. There's a low pressure mounting in his gut.
"But you can be my whore for today," Bunny decides. He trails his hand down from his neck until he's groping his upper thigh. He squeezes, and Sae can't help the wetness that spreads from his folds to his panties. Sae pants, rocking his hips against the chair faster. "The cutest slut in the world, all for me."
Sae's head falls down onto Bunny's shoulder, his hand gripping Bunny's shirt. Bunny laughs a little, as if Sae isn't getting off in public. As if he isn't about to come in his pants.
The roars from the crowd are deafening, enough to drown out whatever little moans and whimpers escape Sae's mouth. Biting his lips, he attempts to muffle them anyway. To the average onlooker, he's squirming so badly it must seem like he's about to piss himself.
Bunny runs his hand up and down his thigh, casually gripping him like a possessive boyfriend would. His pussy tightens, twitches at the though. He wonders how his hands would feel around him, how his fingers could plug up his hole and reach every sweet spot inside of him.
"You're getting awful loud," Bunny says. "You're gonna get caught, and it'd be all your fault. What would they say about you? What would your fans think of their favorite player, coming in his pants during an exhibition match." Sae moans pathetically at his cajoling, only more turned on by the thought of everyone knowing, everyone seeing him overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Ah- ah-," He moans. Sae wraps a shaky hand over his mouth, and Bunny tugs him closer.
"So you enjoy all of these eyes on you, instead of the game?" says Bunny, pointing to the field. "Can't blame anyone who decides to look. You're a sight much prettier."
Bunny's words ring inside his head, makes his cunt twitch and throb hard, hard, hard. He allows himself to fall into the mindless euphoria of it all, imagines everyone turning and watching him crumble without so much as a finger between his folds. It's so easy to pretend that the chants for the match are chants for him.
His legs are trembling, toes curling in his shoes as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Bunny's hand ghosts over his crotch, and a searing heat sweeps through him as he finally unfurls. He comes with a long whine, face pressed into Bunny's shoulder as his hips jerk.
Sae slumps back into his seat, breathing through his mouth. Bunny pets his hair, having let go of his leg.
"Even you can be a good boy sometimes, huh?" Bunny murmurs into his ear. Sae goes back to watching the game, this time leaning into Bunny's body heat. His thoughts are quieted, drowned out by a post-orgasmic bliss and the crowd around them.
A split second later, and it's halftime. The audience gets out of their seats for a quick break, and Bunny hoists him up. "Let's get out of here," he says. "I parked close. You didn't drive, did you?"
"… No," says Sae. "Shouldn't you buy me dinner before taking me home?"
Bunny laughs at his joke, but Sae's not kidding. He doesn't like Bunny's presumptuous nature, and he's not even sure he wants to see the interior of his house. It's probably some sick, freakishly Minimalist design with only his own self-aggrandizing merchandise for color.
"We'll go to your place," Bunny says, as if reading his mind. Sae scowls.
"Fine," Sae agrees. "But you're not staying the night."