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It was such a bad idea. Jannik didn't think Carlos had ever had a worse one but if this was how he wanted to celebrate making it to the final of the US Open for the first time since he'd won it three years ago then Jannik would allow it. There was just something so hot at the thought of anyone walking in and seeing them. It made him even more aroused than usual, if that was even possible when he had Carlos Alcaraz in front of him. Both of them knew time wasn't on their side, Novak had already left, grabbed his bags quite quickly after his loss and made his exit before Jannik had entered the locker room, no one else was due to enter the locker room unless either of their teams thought to come looking for them. Jannik hoped they didn’t but that was part of the thrill.
Carlos sank to his knees first, Jannik sitting down on the bench so that he didn’t do something stupid like fall over when Carlos took his dick into his mouth. Carlos gave great head and he loved to do it, hollowing his cheeks and taking Jannik as deep as he would go. One of these days Jannik was worried that his boyfriend would end up with a sore throat or no voice but Carlos was in full control the entire time, it wasn’t like Jannik was ruthlessly fucking his throat. “You’re gonna have to stop if you want me to fuck you.” Jannik announced. Carlos reluctantly stopped what he was doing.
“How do you want me?” Carlos asked.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? This was your idea.” Jannik pointed out.
“I just want you to fuck me. I’m not really fussed other than that.” Carlos explained. Jannik managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
“Right, hands and knees then.” Jannik instructed. Carlos very quickly got himself into position. Jannik grabbed the lube that Carlos had stashed in his bag for this very scenario.
Jannik moved so he was perched on the bench behind his boyfriend. Even though time wasn’t really on their side right now, Jannik leaned forwards and licked across his boyfriend’s hole. Carlos moaned so Jannik did it again, dipping his tongue inside this time. Carlos had to resist the urge to push his ass back into his boyfriend’s face. He had chosen to pass control over to Jannik, Carlos would have to accept everything at Jannik’s speed now. After toying with Carlos by eating him out, Jannik finally removed his tongue and added the first finger. Carlos felt like jelly by this point and Jannik wasn’t even inside him properly yet.
The Italian seemed to realise this and sped through finishing preparing his boyfriend before sliding home. This was so unlike them, they didn’t normally risk having sex during tournaments, knowing they had to be careful about what they did, what positions they put themselves in and for how long. Jannik started off slowly, they had a final to play the day after tomorrow and he didn’t want Carlos to be feeling the effects of what they were doing right now when they stepped out onto the court to play. It would be unfair.
Carlos, however, liked it fast and rough. He wanted Jannik to pound into his, balls slapping against his ass with every thrust. “Vamos, Jan.” Carlos stated.
“I’m not getting chewed out by your team if you’re limping tomorrow.” Jannik stated, pressing a kiss to Carlos’s sweaty back.
“I’ll deal with them, I promise.” Carlos assured. At this, Jannik did pick up the pace, it was gradual at first, Carlos was on the verge of asking him again when Jannik changed the angle of his thrusts, putting one of his feet up on the bench to thrust deeper. Carlos was certainly appreciative of this if the noises he was making were anything to go by.
“Mierda, Jan, si, si.” Carlos chanted as Jannik continued to pound into him, nailing his prostate on every thrust. “You're gonna make me cum.”
“Just like this? Think you can cum just on my dick?” Jannik asked.
“Si.” Carlos moaned. Jannik changed the angle of his thrusts so it was a more direct assault on his lover’s prostate. Carlos reached back with one of his hands, wanting to hold onto Jannik.
“I have an idea.” Jannik said, pulling out of Carlos. The Spaniard, slightly beyond words at this point, just whined at the loss. Jannik pulled him to standing, turned him around and encouraged Carlos to wrap his arms and legs around him. Carlos literally jumped at the chance. Now that Carlos was in his arms, Jannik leaned the Spaniard’s back against the lockers as he lined himself up and slid home again. Carlos howled, really risking bringing someone flying into the room to see what was going on.
“Si, si, si.” Carlos repeated as he came between the two of them. The spasming of his hole was enough to trigger the Italian’s own orgasm and Carlos just moaned as he felt Jannik fill him up. They should really have used a condom to minimise clean up but neither Jannik nor Carlos could bring themselves to care. Jannik sat down on the bench, dick still inside his boyfriend. They could wait a little longer to part.
“I should really shower.” Carlos commented. Thankfully, he hadn’t already done that when Jannik came to join him.
“I need another one.” Jannik chuckled, moving Carlos so that he could pull out at last. Jannik did enjoy watching, a drop of his cum slipping out alongside his dick. He couldn’t resist bringing his finger up to catch the drop and pressing it back inside his boyfriend.
“Jan…” Carlos moaned.
“What, baby?” Jannik asked, feigning all knowledge.
“I know you love filling me up but we don’t have time for this now.”
“Says the one who insisted I come down here to fuck you after you won your match.” Jannik scoffed. Jannik swatted his boyfriend on the ass before Carlos headed to the showers and Jannik got dressed again. He could shower back at the hotel.