a1carazz
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Carlos sat on the stool next to Jannik. He nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to see Novak.” He put his elbows on the table. He hesitated, biting his lip. Then, “And you.”
Jannik looked at him. His eyes glowed with surprise. “I lost.”
“I know”, Carlos said. “It was still a good match.” He smiled shyly. “You were good.”
Jannik turned his gaze away for a moment. Then, he looked back at Carlos, his eyes a little clearer. “Let me buy you a drink”, he offered.
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Jannik doesn’t bother to shake his hand.
He pulls him straight into a hug, pressing him against his body and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He breathes in his scent – sweat, citrus shampoo and a faint smell of deodorant – and huffs out a laugh of relief, smiling against Carlos’s warm skin.
Carlos hugs him back, squeezing the flesh of his back firmly, as if to keep him from pulling away.
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“You weren’t expecting me?”, Jannik asks, stepping forward. The room is dimly lit by the bedside lamp, the cozy glow making Carlos look soft and innocent. He moves back, the heels of his feet now touching the fluffy carpet, and Jannik takes another step in his direction. There is still too much space between them.
“It’s late”, Carlos mutters. “I was in bed already.”
“Were you asleep?”, Jannik asks, taking another step. Their chests are nearly touching and Carlos has to look up to maintain eye contact.
Carlos shakes his head. His eyes shimmer with something indescribable. “No”, he whispers. He lowers his head and confesses, “I couldn’t sleep.”
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- Part 2 of clay in your hair
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Jannik’s eyes fixate on the golden cross pendant on Carlos’s chest.
He groans, hips stuttering. “Dio, sei—”
What? What am I?
“Sei un demone. Sei— tentazione. Mi rovini…”
“¿Sí? Tú también—”, he exhales between Jannik’s lips. “Tú también me arruinas.”
Jannik tugs on the chain around his neck to bring him closer and kisses his lips hard. Carlos groans into his mouth, feeling the metal dig into his nape.
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- Part 3 of (to become) one of the greats
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So many nights he has lain in bed, hand stroking his cock, and thought of Carlos Alcaraz. So many times he has come biting his lip, just so he wouldn’t gasp out his name.
Jannik takes off his sweats. He closes his eyes and caresses his bare thighs. He doesn’t have to put much effort into imagining the hands that are touching him belong to Carlos. Jannik’s palms are just as calloused from holding racquets, just as strong.
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- Part 1 of clay in your hair