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belly
baby come to my room?
i left my keycard under the little mat in front of the door
i’m going to the pub with my mates
me
You can’t even drink darling
belly
i’m getting drunk off the vibes
go to my room please
pretty please?
imagine me pouting at you right now
Erling snorts, taking a swig of whiskey. He doesn’t really deserve it, but he needs something to take the edge off after being fucked in the ass on the pitch by his own boyfriend.
He doesn’t want to dwell on that, but he kind of feels like shit.
Nothing he can do about it, though, that’s football for you. You win some, lose some, but getting eliminated when they were so fucking close feels like getting shot in the kneecap.
But anyway.
He probably needs a nap.
His phone buzzes.
He grabs it and unlocks it and huffs out a laugh when he reads Jude’s text.
belly
got bored
are you in my room yet?
i miss you
Erling downs his whiskey, sighing as it slides down his throat. Grabs a wad of cash and sets it down on the bar.
He slides out of his stool and makes his way out.
me
I’m on my way mannen min
No one really bats an eye when he walks into the hotel. Or maybe Erling doesn’t notice, because he makes a beeline for the lift. No one stops him and he’s glad for it.
He loves his fans, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes it gets too much. Having to smile when you feel like you’ve been stepped on with football boots. Which he basically was, wasn’t he?
Well, not literally, you know what he means.
The lift is blissfully empty when he steps inside it. He pushes the button for Jude’s floor before sliding his hair out of his ponytail and running his hands through it with a sigh.
He leans back against the mirror, tipping his head back and trying to control his breathing.
He needs Jude. He always needs Jude, that’s why he kept seeking him out during the match. His mistake, really.
The lift dings.
Erling pushes himself off the mirror and makes his way out to find Jude leaning against his door with his phone in his hand.
Erling’s lungs finally start working again.
Jude looks and his beautiful lips stretch into a smile. Teasing, always teasing.
“Hey, big boy,” he says.
Erling fights back a growl and stalks towards him. Jude snickers and grabs him by the shirt, pushing his door open and dragging him inside. Erling goes like a little puppy.
“Close the door, yeah?” Jude says.
Erling does, like a little puppy and Jude presses him into the door. Erling wraps his arms around his hips as Jude smiles up at him before going on his tippy toes. Erling’s cock twitches as it fills up, like it always does whenever he’s reminded of their height difference.
Jude purrs and grabs Erling’s face, bringing him into a kiss that’s more teeth than anything. Feisty little champion. Erling laughs into his mouth.
“Missed me, darling?” he asks.
“Shut up,” Jude snarls. “Pick me up, my legs hurt.”
“Oh poor baby,” Erling teases. “Exert yourself too much at the match?”
“I got benched because of you,” Jude bites.
“Oh, so it was my fault?” Erling asks. “Are you forgetting I was incapacitated by your omega pheromones?”
Jude barks out a laugh. “Were you on Twitter again, baby?”
“Maybe,” Erling says.
“Idiot.” Jude punches his shoulder. “Now pick me up, yeah? Want to scent you.”
Erling groans and grabs under Jude’s ass, hoisting him up. Jude wraps his legs around his waist and grabs his face, tilting it to the side and burying his nose into his neck.
Erling flips them over and presses Jude into the door, making him purr as he licks over his neck.
“I’m licking hair,” he laughs, pushing Erling’s hair back and sucking at his scent gland.
Erling’s knees almost give out when overwhelming heat courses through his entire body, his cock fully hard in his pants now.
Jude peppers kisses over the expense of his neck, inhaling him and moaning as he starts rocking into his stomach. Erling feels delirious as Jude’s cock drags against it.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, baby. I need you naked.”
“Take me to bed,” Jude says.
Erling grunts when Jude bites into his neck. Right where a mark would be if they didn’t have to hide from the world.
Erling wraps his arms around Jude’s waist and turns around so he can walk to the bed. He tosses Jude on it, climbing after him and kissing him. Jude grabs the collar of his shirt and tugs.
“I’m getting you naked, kitty,” Erling purrs.
Jude grumbles something intelligible.
“What was that?” Erling asks.
“Knothead,” Jude grumbles again.
Erling barks out a laugh. “Brat.”
“Get on with it, yeah?” Jude goads.
Erling raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t give me that face,” Jude whines. “Please, alpha.”
Erling shudders and sits up, manoeuvring himself so he’s between Jude’s legs. He’s kind of glad it’s summer, because it means less layers. And less layers means more skin. And more skin means… you get the point.
“Sit up,” Erling says.
“What’s that?” Jude asks.
“Sit up, angel,” Erling corrects.
“Good boy,” Jude grins and pushes himself into a sitting position.
“Lift your arms for me, baby,” Erling says.
Jude does without putting up a fight. He’s probably as eager as Erling is. Erling takes off his shirt, discarding it aside and moving down the bed to unbutton Jude’s jeans. He makes quick work of getting rid of it before doing the same with Jude’s boxers, almost ripping the pair in the process.
“Careful, big guy,” Jude laughs.
“Quiet,” Erling says.
“But you like my voice,” Jude pouts.
“Stop that,” Erling growls.
“Ooh, isn’t he a bad, bad wolf?” Jude taunts.
Erling takes off his own shirt and pulls his cock out of his pants. He grabs Jude’s legs and tosses them over his shoulders, knee-walking closer and guiding his cock to his hole. He can feel how wet he is as he circles the tip around his rim.
“No condom?” Jude asks.
“Aren’t you on birth control?” Erling asks.
“I wasn’t asking,” Jude says. “I was suggesting it.”
Erling growls and slides home. Jude clenches around him with a moan, grabbing Erling’s arm and squeezing it, nails biting into his skin.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Can never get used to it, so good, shit.”
Erling preens and starts a slow grind.
“Don’t go easy on me now,” Jude taunts.
Erling growls and folds him in half as he picks up the pace, his hair falling into his face. The slide is delicious, he can feel every ridge as Jude’s hole swallows him like it’s greedy for it. Jude is squirming under him and babbling for more, deeper, alpha, please.
And Erling gives it to him. Gives everything to him. Because he deserves it. He’s been good. He won.
“You fucking won, baby,” he grits. “You beat me. I’m so proud of you.”
“Nghhh, baby, ah, ah, ah,” he moans wetly, almost a gurgle. Erling doesn’t let up, fucking him at an almost rabid pace. “Fuck, Erling. I’m gonna-”
And he does. Thrashing around as his hole spasms around Erling’s cock and pushes him over the edge.
Erling’s hips stutter and, when he tries to pull out, Jude loses it.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Jude wails. “Please, give it to me! Knot me, please. Pup me, baby, please, please.”
Erling never stood a chance.
He slides back in as he feels his knot swell, he presses deep into him and shudders as he spills inside him, his knot catching and locking them together.
Jude mewls. “Fuck.”
Erling pushes his sweaty hair off his face and laughs deep in his throat. “Shit.”
Erling is careful as he unhooks Jude’s legs from his shoulders, hissing when his hole pulls at his knot. Jude whimpers softly and it makes Erling’s cock pulse inside him as he lowers Jude’s legs to his waist.
He grabs Jude and flips them over, Jude falling into his chest with a huff.
“Is this payback?” Jude asks.
“What?” Erling asks.
“I fucked your ass pretty hard on the pitch today,” Jude says breathlessly.
Erling groans, but there’s laughter clinging to it. “Your jokes are terrible.”
Jude giggles, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you,” he says. “Even though you’re a loser.”
Erling smacks his ass. Jude yips out a laugh.
“Shut up,” Erling snaps jokingly. Jude yawns. “Go to sleep. It’ll take a while for my knot to go down.”
“Mmkay,” Jude says, resting his head on Erling’s shoulders.
Erling draws patterns on his back and listens as his breathing evens out.
He passes out not even ten seconds later.