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When the ball soared over the net, Jude knew it was over.
No more second chances.
They had lost.
Hearing the roars of celebration from the French fans had him crumbling to the ground as if he was attached to strings.
He laid there flat on the pitch and bitter tears leaping into his chocolate brown eyes, trickling down the sides of his neck.
His chest quivered as the loss hit him like a truck. He weakly raised his upper body from the ground, bouncing his eyes over the pitch.
Through blurry eyes, he saw the French team celebrate their win with each other, while his teammates openly mourned their loss with one another.
A sob wracked his body as he positioned himself on his knees, holding his face in his palms as he cried. He cried for himself, for his teammates, for their fans, for his family.
‘Fuck the ref!’ He thought angrily as he punched the ground with a low growl of frustration.
They were all disrespected on the pitch and were owed at least four penalties that day, but the pathetic excuse of a ref did nothing.
Saka was eating grass for eighty perfect of the game, but the ref was blind. There they were, getting tossed like empty takeaway boxes while that team got away with it.
‘They definitely paid him,’ he thought bitterly as he rose to his feet, wiping his snotty nose with the back of his hand.
He accepted and returned the hugs and soft kisses from his teammates, but Jude’s body craved the comfort of someone the most.
Erling Haaland.
He did nothing to hide the visible shiver that rushed down his spine as he thought of the giant Norwegian striker. His deep, pleasant voice. His warm, heavy hands. His huge, solid body. His plush, red lips.
The older man never failed to make the teen feel so tiny, so safe, so warm. Jude bit back a whimper as he thought of Erling’s hands on his back, his lips on his neck, his chin resting on his head.
Pure want coursed through his body as he felt aching desire prick his skin and lick across his stomach.
He wanted – no, needed Erling so badly. He needed to feel his hands on his waist, his lips against his, that broad chest pressed against his back.
He needed Erling so badly to the point where his mouth started to water and his hands began to tremble.
His teeth gnawed at his lip as he hurriedly gathered his things together, only stopping for a moment to answer texts and calls from his family and friends.
On the plane back to England, his dreams were plagued by images of the giant, causing him to whine pitifully at the back of his throat and softly pleasure himself, praying that nobody would hear.
As soon as his feet touched English soil, he wanted to rush, but he was promptly dragged back to take part in the customary photos with his teammates.
His cheeks ached from the fake smiles, but he tried his best to look positive in front of the press.
He politely declined from taking photos and signing merchandise from fans, feeling mentally exhausted and just wanting to be in Erling’s arms.
Ignoring the knowing looks from his teammates, he hurried toward his destination…
Erling’s arms.
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Jude shamelessly pounded the door of Erling’s apartment, jogging up and down on the step.
His breath caught in his throat as the door finally opened, revealing the gorgeous Norwegian man he had been missing.
“E-Erling..”
There he was. Blonde hair falling around his face, his wide, expressive deep blue eyes fixed on Jude.
“Come here,” Erling growled, catching his palm around Jude’s wrist and pulling him into his home, slamming the door behind him with his foot.
Jude gasped as Erling pressed a hand to the middle of his chest and pushed him, not stopping until his back collided with the couch.
Erling’s eyes fixed on Jude’s intently as he wrapped his giant hands around his thighs and forcibly spread them apart.
Then he surged forward and captured Jude’s lips in his with a deep moan. Tears sprang into Jude’s eyes as his lips finally collided with Erling’s.
Tears gathered on his eyelashes and spilled down his cheeks as he feasted on Erling’s plump red lips, caressing his soft cheeks and strong jaw.
He buried his hands into the blonde hair that he loved so much, caressing the silky strands in his fingers, making his fingertips tingle.
When Erling’s chest finally collided with his, Jude broke the kiss to fully melt his body against Erling’s.
Another sob broke from Jude’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Erling’s neck and arched his back, pressing his body impossibly closer to him.
“Oh my sweetheart…” Erling murmured against his young lover’s heated skin as he ran his hand underneath his hoodie, digging his fingertips ever so softly into his spine.
“I’m here, I’m here..” he reassured deeply against his ear, making Jude whimper and rub his nose against Erling’s.
After that, there was silence apart from Jude’s sniffles. He pressed his forehead against the Norwegian, heavy breaths falling from his swollen, wet lips.
His smaller hands pressed against his cheeks, his chest rising and falling.
Erling nestled his hand against the nape of Jude’s neck, gently caressing the thick cluster of dark brown curls that gathered there.
In turn, Jude’s fingers greedily sought out Erling’s hair and tangled his hands through it once more, desperately wishing he could permanently inject the feeling into his bloodstream.
After a while, Erling’s rumbling voice broke the silence.
“Feeling better?” He asked softly, gazing into Jude’s lovely brown eyes.
A tiny, genuine smile tugged at the edges of Jude’s lips as his eyes met Erling’s.
“So much fucking better,” he chuckled huskily before capturing Erling’s irresistible lips once more.