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Trent’s soaring after the winning the first match of the season against Ipswich and feeling as if he needs somewhere to channel the leftover adrenaline.
After trading kit tops with a player from the opposing team, he seeks out Kostas, his Greek scouser, throwing an arm around Kosty’s neck when Trent finds him. Trent gives Kostas’ pecs each a tap for good measure, pulling him closer as he does so. Kosty’s hand snakes around Trent’s waist, squeezing his hip firmly and then letting go, giving Trent’s ass a pat.
Desire and impatience swirl, low in Trent’s stomach. He turns his head towards Kostas ear, speaking low, “You wanna come around to mine after?”
Kosty turns and looks at Trent, a cheeky smirk in place, “Yeah, perhaps, perhaps,”
It’s all the confirmation Trent needs, grinning back at Kostas, “Excellent,”
He releases Kostas and trots off toward the tunnel to hurry through clean up and getting back to the bus.
When the bus is back at AXA, Trent finds Kostas waiting for him to off load, having been one of the first ones off with Mo and Andy.
“Should we grab some scran to-go from the canteen for after?” Kostas asks, Trent walking in sync beside him away from the bus.
Trent hums in acknowledgement, “Hadn’t thought about it, if I’m honest, I have an appetite of a different variety,” He sneaks a glance at Kostas who shakes his head as blush pinks his cheeks.
“Well, you will be starving for food later and impatient to wait for takeaway delivery. I prefer you not so grumpy, post-coital,” Kostas replies, shifting the direction of his stride towards the AXA building.
Trent lets out an endeared, breathy laugh, continuing to follow Kostas, “True la’. But I’m impatient now… want you, Kosty,”
Kostas reaches a hand back, finding Trent’s and squeezing his wrist affectionately, “I will be quick. I know what you like. You will thank me later,”
Trent uses the opportunity to regain control, getting a grip on Kostas forearm and dragging him in between two nearby cars. His hands find Kostas hips, pushing him backward until Kostas’ back softly hits the vehicle.
“Trent,” Kostas scolds.
“What? Come on, just need a little taste, and then I swear I’ll behave,” Trent flashes a blinding grin.
Kostas raises a suspicious eyebrow, clearly in doubt of Trent’s promise, but reaches up to the back of his neck anyway, pulling Trent closer, “The littlest taste, that is it. I’ll be counting in my head, you have five sec—”
Trent cuts Kosty off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around Kostas back as he slips his tongue in Kostas mouth. Despite his protests moments earlier, Kostas melts under Trent’s touch, greedily accepting the sultry kiss. His fingers dig in for purchase on the back of Trent’s neck; it only spurs the Scouser on more, a growl bubbling up from his throat between breaths.
The car at Kostas back comes to life, flashing lights and beeping, pulling Trent and Kostas a part. Virgil’s voice carries from around the end of the vehicle as he bids goodbye to several players.
Kostas makes a noise of distress, “Knew you’d get us in trouble, you horny idiot,”
“We won’t if you move your arse, Kost. Get a move on,” Trent whisper, pushing Kostas by the back, around the front of the car.
They continue on down to the end of the row, walking between the noses of the cars that face each other in the parking lot, until they’re greeted by the front entrance of the building.
Kostas lets out a dramatic sigh of relief when they’re in the clear, “Next time, I am not going to let you bully me into a kiss. You are a terrible influence,”
Trent laughs, feeling a bit of relief from the short snogging, “Bully you? Please, you didn’t seem to object when I had me tongue down your throat,”
He gets shushed loudly by his Greek lover pulls on the handle of the glass door, holding it open for Trent to walk through.
“You’re the one who’s making all the noise,” Trent protests, laughing, earning him a shove back from Kostas towards the stairs that lead up to the canteen.
Once in the canteen, Kostas and Trent make quick work loading up a few to-go boxes with their favorites. They thank canteen workers and chefs for the meal, and bid them, along with their teammates that opted to stay and eat at AXA, a good evening before making the journey back down the stairs and outside to their cars.
Trent elbows Kostas lightly once they’re back outside, “You wanna follow me over or just leave your car here and ride in mine? We can come in together for recovery, early before nosey nellies get here,”
He tries not to sound too eager with the offer, but the idea of Kostas leaving Trent later this evening makes Trent’s heart sink to his stomach.
“I better not stay…” Kostas looks at Trent with sad eyes and gentle smile.
Trent cuts Kostas off before he can be turned down, “Never mind, you’re right. That’s careless. Dunno, why I offered you to stay over. I’ll see you there, yeah?”
Feeling the sting of the kind rejection, Trent moves to rush off, but Kostas catches him by the wrist, stopping him.
“Trent, my baby, it is not that I don’t want to,” Kostas adjusts his grip, grabbing both of Trent’s hands in his, “If things were different—”
Trent nods understanding.
“I’m fine, Kosty, I promise. I just got caught up, is all. It was a long summer without you,” Trent offers the rare sincerity, squeezing Kostas hands reassuringly.
Kostas eyes go a little more soft and glossy at the admission. Trent tries not to feel embarrassed by the show of emotion, but it's not his style, normally.
“It was a very long summer without you, too,” Kostas stands on his tip toes and back down again quickly, to look over Trent’s shoulder; When he’s satisfied, Kostas turns his head to check over his own and finding the coast clear, leans in and gives Trent the softest of pecks on the lips.
Trent’s heart squeezes in his chest at the soft kiss.
“I will make sure to remind you how much you missed me when you are annoyed and sick of me in two or three months time,” Kostas continues, pulling his hands from Trent’s hold, “Now come on, let’s go celebrate our win and being back together.”