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Pedri looks sinful, always has, always will. That’s what Gavi believes.
When he plays, the blush high on his cheeks, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, hair messy and falling in his face, sweaty and divine. He always looks like he’s recieved the best head of his life after a challenging game.
Nothing is more sinful than accidentally seeing Pedri finger-bang a pretty blonde girl in one of the many rooms in Ferran’s house.
They were at a loud party that the man had thrown, filled with alcohol—too much alcohol. He could feel the music in his chest, so overbearing Gavi felt like he was suffocating on it. Fermin was making out with his girlfriend outside in his car, meaning he couldn’t escape it. Pedri was god knows where, Ansu was playing beer pong, and Pau went home.
Gavi was so stressed that he had meant to find a quiet room to recollect himself in, somewhere he could decompress before returning to the party. Get away from grabby hands, loud screams, and alcohol being pressed into his arms.
Instead, he saw Pedri’s fingers inside a pretty girl's pussy, fucking her hard. She was moaning and gasping and clawing at his clothed back. He was pressing into her slightly, bent over, and whispering something in her ear.
“Shit.” The girl gasps, making eye contact with the younger man and moving to cover herself, but before Pedri has the chance to look back at him, Gavi closes the door and runs out of the house.
That’s how he got here, with Pedri on the couch on Ferran’s porch, holding a beer, apologizing for the scene that he walked in on.
“It’s fine, just awkward is all,” Gavi mutters under his breath, praying the seething jealous beast inside of him will quiet down. It’s absurd to be jealous of someone who isn’t his, he should feel happy for the elder, that he’s getting laid. He isn’t.
Pedri tilts his head taking a sip of his drink before speaking, “Why is it awkward?” It’s cold outside, and while Gavi is wearing a hoodie he can still feel the night nipping at him. His nose is pink and his cheeks are flushed.
He rolls his eyes at the question, it should be an obvious answer, but the Canarian is giving him a genuine look, one begging for an explanation. Gavi has never been someone to deny Pedri of anything, “Cause I saw you fucking a girl.” His voice is dripping with a tone screaming ‘are you dense?’
It makes Pedri smile and shake his head like he’s speaking with a child who’s said something absolutely ridiculous. “I wasn’t fucking her.”
I saw your fingers inside of her, I saw everything, idiot.
“Okay. Fine. About to fuck.” He shoots the elder a dirty look but quickly blushes and turns his head, every time he makes eye contact all he can think about is the quiet encouragement he whispered in the blonde's ear. Was Pedri into blondes? That thought made his heart sink lower, if that was even possible.
“I just fingered her, that’s all.” It’s said so nonchalantly like they weren’t talking about the traumatizing event (jerk-off material) that just occurred. So matter-of-factly, like it wasn’t about making a girl come all over his hand.
Skeptically, “You didn’t fuck her?” Why wouldn’t he? She was pretty, objectively made pretty sounds, and was very willing to let the professional footballer fuck her like there was no tomorrow.
Pedri responds with a dark chuckle, one that sends shivers through Gavi’s freezing body, and makes him feel just a tiny bit warmer. “Fucking is earned.”
He really shouldn’t say shit like that, it does things to Gavi’s body that he prays goes unnoticed. “Then why’d you do it?” His brows furrow in confusion, trying to ignore the twitch in his dick at Pedri’s words.
“I like making people feel good.” The Canarian smirks, looking directly at Gavi as he says it.
He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, tongue darting out to lick his lips, and his head is swimming with ideas. You can make me feel good. “How is fucking earned?”
A genuine laugh is let out, Pedri’s head tilting back and his eyes sparkling, bright and bubbly, full of life. A sound so distinctly Pedri, makes Gavi’s stomach flutter happily knowing he can make the elder laugh in such a way. “Why are you interrogating me?”
“‘M not.” Mumbled quietly, burying himself in his hoodie. Hide.
“Why do you want to know?” He’s shifting closer now, leaning forward slightly and pressing their thighs together. The breath that the younger sucks in doesn’t go unnoticed. “Are you curious to find out?”
There’s a prominent blush on his cheeks now, spreading up to his ears and flushing down his neck. Gavi sticks his bottom lip out in a cute pout, brows tighter than ever while turning his head away, “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Pedri’s ever-expressive brows shoot up in response, a shit-eating grin appearing on his lips, “You are, aren’t you?” He lets out a gentle laugh, softer than before, “If you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask Gav.”
The pet name does wonders for his insides, making them twist into tight knots that make him dizzy, make his dick throb and his head spin. “Fuck off.”
“I’m being serious, y’know.” His reassuring ‘I would never lie to you smile’ overtakes his features, the one that feels like home and warmth. Then he stands, places a quick kiss to Gavi’s hair, and walks back inside.
What the fuck.
…
Gavi stays up all night thinking about what Pedri said. He does want Pedri to fuck him, has for a very, very,
very
long time, since they met if he’s truly honest with himself. But he’s worried it will disturb the balance of their friendship, make it awkward, and ruin their working relationship as well. They may be best friends, but they’re still coworkers.
Fucking a coworker is something he’s heard many of his friends lecture him about.
It wouldn’t be a casual fuck to him, it would mean so much more. To be with the man he’s been silently pining for for two years, it’s everything he’s wanted and everything he’s protected himself from.
Career-ruining.
But the words keep spinning in his head, ‘If you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask Gav.’
Did Pedri know he was gay? And how? That was confidential information that only Fermin and a few close non-work friends knew. Or was he messing with him? No, Pedri wouldn’t do that.
Was it that obvious that he wanted him?
Does Pedri want him?
Before he falls asleep his hand finds its way into his pants, thinking about Pedri groaning in his ear as he fucks him with his fingers. He comes hard, ruins his boxers, bites his lip because he knows it isn’t the first time he’s thought of his friend this way. The all-familiar flash of guilt washed over him.
…
The next day is spent wondering if Pedri is attracted to him. Is he bisexual? Because he’s most definitely into women. Or does he feel bad for Gavi? Cares about him deeply as a friend and wants to offer a way to get over his mild crush/obsession with him?
It seems cruel and yet so so perfect.
…
gaviii
i want you to fuck me
pls
if you want
Pepito
Yeah?
Come over?
It’s three days after the incident at the party when he caves. Finds himself excitedly driving to Pedri’s faster than he should, but then again, he’s never been a particularly careful driver.
He’s knocking on Pedri’s door, maybe a bit too aggressively.
There really shouldn’t be any shock when the elder answers in a pair of grey sweats riding low on his hips, showing the band of his boxers off nicely, shirtless. It’s what he wears almost every time they hang out, usually opting to walk around his home in what he’s comfortable in.
It sends butterflies into his stomach and a shiver down his spine. He swallows. Sinful.
Pedri’s smiling at him, not smirking, just a kind smile on his pretty lips. His eyes reveal something a little darker. “Finally caved?”
Rolling his eyes before glancing away, “Shut up. Move.” He pushes his way in, brushing up against the Canarian, every touch making his stomach flutter.
Pedri trails after him, further into his home, “How many times have you jerked off thinking about me?” The smirk is finally there, he’s teasing him, and he knows he is, trying to get under his skin. It’s working, unfortunately, but he puts up a fight.
“Fuck off. This is already embarrassing as is.” Huffing as he collapses in his corner of Pedri’s couch, the one he always takes.
Pedri slides next to him, clearly not in his corner, but instead right in Gavi’s space. “Why would it be embarrassing?”
He can’t even look him in the eye anymore, a burning humiliation that he oddly enjoyed curling low in his stomach. “How’d you know? That I was gay?” A question that’s been thrumming inside of his head for three days, what didn’t he hide?
“I didn’t,” A hand is sliding up his thigh, a big strong hand belonging to one of his closest friends. “Just knew you wanted me.”
Gavi scoffs, trying to bruise Pedri’s ego just a bit, knowing it probably won’t work because his words are true. “Barely, just haven’t been laid in a while.”
There’s a dark glint in the man’s eyes now, one that feels borderline possessive and all-consuming. The hand on his thigh moves up and squeezes the bulge in his pants, “If you wanted to get laid you could’ve gone to anyone, but you’re here, in my home, on my couch, hard from just a hand on your leg. Because you want me.” The man is inching closer now, which makes Gavi feel like he can’t breathe, Pedri’s always read him like an open book and he doesn’t know how he could lie to him. “Don’t deny it.”
“You’re delusional.” He hisses back, tone spitting venom but words empty.
“I’ll give you what you want, you just have to admit it.” His lips are gently pressed against the shell of the younger’s ear, voice dropping lower, “Tell me what you want, baby.”
He’s trembling, he knows it, shaking with the need for a dick inside of him, “Want you to fuck me.”
Pedri’s teeth scrape his earlobe, letting a dark, rough chuckle escape those sinful lips, “I know, but fucking is earned, you haven’t earned my cock yet.”
A whine escapes his pouting lips, making him blush high from embarrassment that he couldn’t control the noise. Why was he here if Pedri wasn’t going to fuck him within an inch of his life? “Please.”
“Begging isn’t going to get you what you want.” Grabbing Gavi, he hoists the younger man into his lap with little effort, effectively manhandling him so that Gavi was straddling him. “Want you to do something else for me, will you baby?”
He finds himself nodding, eager to please, and wants to hear Pedri call him baby again. “Whatever you want.”
Distantly he hears Pedri mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath as he shifts the younger around, his legs framing Pedri’s right thigh. “Want you to ride my thigh, pretty boy.” Voice dripping with filth and promises of pleasure.
Scoffing, protecting his dignity, “I’m not riding your thigh. I’m not a teenager anymore.” Arms folding across his broad chest stubbornly, he’s not sure if he means it or not when he says, “You either fuck me or I’ll get someone else to do it.”
The intention was that Pedri would get jealous, would bite back, and fuck him into the couch, instead, he chuckles. “You won’t, you know you won’t.” His hands grip Gavi’s waist and drags him forward, forcing the younger to grind against his right thigh as he pushes it upwards. “You don’t want to, you want me, it’s blatantly obvious now. I wish I had noticed sooner, would’ve loved to do this to you months ago.”
Pedri’s fingers are in his mouth now, pushing their way in and making Gavi’s brain shut down. His words fogged his mind even more, “No one is going to make you come as hard as I do, understand?” Nodding his head to whatever the man says and humming around the two thick digits in his mouth. “You’re going to ride my thigh and come in your pants. My thigh or nothing.”
Gavi nods again, eyes slipping closed as his hips move. Distantly he wonders how he got here, humping Pedri’s leg like it’s his purpose in life, how he feels so comfortable doing this to one of his best friends.
He moans around the fingers as they start to fuck in and out of his mouth, hips picking up their pace. The sounds of his mouth are wet as he tries to keep up, Pedri’s hands grabbing his ass and helping him to move.
When he opens his eyes, hazy and half-lidded, he sees the Canarian staring at him, eyes intense and almost adoring. It causes a high-pitched whine to release from his shaky lips.
“You love this, so fucking greedy.” Is murmured as he sits up to press slightly closer into him, “You’re so desperate for it, you must really want my cock. Taking everything I give you like a perfect slut.”
Then there’s something wet pressing against the Spaniard's neck, hot and heavy and licking up his jawline before nipping right below his ear. The assault doesn’t stop as Pedri removes his fingers so he can grab at Gavi’s waist, teeth scraping and bruising a trail into his throat.
The moans escaping him are shameful and humiliating, making his dick jump and throb in his pants. Little pants and mutters of ‘God, fuck’ escape his lips as he increases his speed.
“Want to hear it, tell me how much you want me.” There’s a particularly harsh bite to his clavicle that has his back arching in pleasure, “Beg me.”
Who knew Pedri had such a thing for power?
Gavi didn’t but he was thoroughly enjoying it, “Please, please Pedri, want your cock, want it inside.” It’s so incredibly whiney, incredibly petulant, but God was it working because the elder growled in his ear. It sent shivers through him, a bolt of arousal straight through his body, he needed to hear it again, “Want whatever you’ll give me, ‘m so selfish, want you, want you.”
The man’s right hand moved upwards to claw at his back, making the younger’s eyes roll back, “So fucking perfect Gav, all mine.”
Pedri hums to himself, eyes scanning the younger before pushing up his hoodie, “Want this off.” Demanding.
Gavi is nothing but compliant, quickly discarding the clothing without halting his assault on the muscles of his thigh. He can feel them flexing, tensing underneath him. It only reminds him how strong Pedri is, makes his body feel lighter.
He finally leans back, away, looking at him and admiring the sight. “Wanted you like this for so fucking long, imagined you getting off on my thigh at least a dozen times. Are you enjoying yourself, baby?”
He can’t speak anymore, words completely abandoning him as his brain turns to mush, the only thought in his head concerning the pleasure he’s being given as Pedri fucks his thigh upwards, intensifying the feeling of it. There are only enough brain cells left to get him nodding in agreement, he thinks he’d agree with anything his best friend said if he was giving him this.
“I want to watch you come, want you to make a mess all over. I know you're close, come for me.”
It’s all it took, a few simple words and his body diligently obeyed, mind turning white as overwhelming pleasure overtook him. He felt throughout his body, trembling in his thighs and tingling up his chest, no doubt one of the best orgasms he had experienced. There was more cum than usual, sticky fluid filling his boxers and leaving a very dark wet patch on his sweat shorts, some of it dripping down his thigh and slipping out from under the fabric.
When the Sevillan finally opened his eyes, Pedri was staring at the trail of cum that had escaped his shorts. In the blink of an eye, he was being flipped over onto his back, pinned to the couch, as the man licked the trail clean, bit, and sucked into the soft white flesh of his leg. “Fucking perfect, that’s what you are. So fucking hot.”
His grip is rough, must be bruising, as nips and marks Gavi up, makes him his own. The Spaniard can hear the elder's growls of ‘Mine’ still bouncing around the walls of his mind.
It’s only now that Gavi realizes Pedri is still hard, only now that he acknowledges he was hard to begin with. It makes his head spin, and if he had had the energy after such an intense orgasm he’d be elated, and probably more helpful.
His friend is pushing him around, reorganizing his body quickly, mumbling “Wanna come all over you, make you mine, fucking mine.” But Gavi doesn’t comprehend, watches as Pedri pulls his cock out of his boxers, just enough so he can get a hand on it, and jerks hard and fast. His cock is so thick, not the longest he’s seen but so, so thick. The tip is red and angry and then there’s cum on his abs.
It’s hot, almost scaldingly so.
He can’t help but release another moan as he watches the elder’s face screw up in pleasure before it relaxes and he collapses on his knees, head resting on the thigh that was now bruising. “Good boy, such a good boy.” He mutters, petting his legs while catching his breath.
They sit there quietly for some time, coming down from the immense high and enjoying the other’s company.
“Did I earn your cock?” Gavi finally smiles, hand finding its way into Pedri’s hair and massaging the scalp.
He likes the way the man hums, eyes blinking open and staring at the pool of cum on the younger’s stomach that was rapidly cooling, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
He can’t help but push at the Canarian’s head playfully while rolling his eyes, he had hoped he would get dicked down.
“Want to make you come again, have to build up to it.”
“So, we’re doing this again?” He smirks, finding the confidence as Pedri stands, a little shaky with unsure legs.
He saunters away to get a towel while calling over his shoulder, “Obviously.”
In a moment he’s back, on his knees swiping at the pile of cooling fluids and cleaning him with a damp rag, it shouldn’t make Gavi’s heart ache and bring a sappy smile to his lips. It does though.
Then Pedri is scooping him up in his arms and carrying him toward his bedroom. He squeals at the action, “How the fuck are you doing this, I weigh more than you!”
That night they curl up in bed together, Gavi’s nose pressed into the junction of the Canarian’s neck, inhaling his scent. His leg is swung over the other's pelvis, laying half on top of him, pressing their bodies together like they could fuse.
Pedri likes him. Or is at least attracted to him.
He’s going to earn his cock.