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Room number 810. Haaland sprawled out on the king-size bed, wearing nothing but black boxers, hair tied back, and a thoughtful look on his face as he stared at his phone.
Jude Bellingham didn't like to think of himself as controlling or jealous, especially not with people who he wasn't even official with. Nah, he was just a curious soul. That was all. So when he came from the kitchen, holding two mugs of hot tea, he couldn't help but ask:
''Who you talking to? Everything okay?''
''It's nothing, don't worry.'' A small, nervous smile on Haaland's lips. He knew what was coming. ''You made tea for me?''
Jude handed the mug to Haaland. ''So you've been staring at your phone and typing at nothing? Nice, mate.''
Haaland let out an exasperated sigh. ''It's just Isabel.''
''Ha! I knew it must have been her. Doesn't she get enough of your attention at home? She needs to keep spamming you on your phone too?''
''She's not spamming, Jude. It's about the baby, he's having some trouble sleeping the past few nights. She thinks he misses me.''
Jude tried to be a better person. He really did. It's just that sometimes, the world didn't cooperate with him. So his next phrase came out with a bite—vicious and ironic.
''So what? I miss you too when you're at home with your perfect little family, but you don't see me complaining your ear off.''
''Jude? It's my son we're talking about, he's literally just a baby, please don't be like this, you know it hurts me.''
Haaland wasn't mad at the other man, not really. If anything, he was used to his jealous outbursts. Haaland knew he should be firmer with Jude, he really did. But the thing is, he couldn't. Not when Jude looked at him with those piercing eyes of his, face red with anger and maybe something else. Possessiveness.
''Tsk, whatever, I don't care. Talk to her, I'll go back to my room, give you two some space.''
As Jude was heading to the door, Haaland had two options: he could let the other man go, or see if some time out would make him rethink the situation and realize he'd been wrong the whole time. Or... he could go after him, beg him to stay, drop to his knees if necessary, show Jude how much he meant to him. Phone and girlfriend be damned.
Haaland was known to be a reasonable, level-headed person on and off the pitch.
Not when it came to Jude Bellingham, apparently.
So he threw his phone God knows where, and ran to the door.
''Jude wait, please don't go. I want you here with me.'' And Haaland was holding Jude's arm now, desperate-looking and feeling crazy.
''I don't wanna be here if your attention is somewhere else. On someone else.'' Jude was looking at him with those wide doe eyes, that way that had Haaland wrapped around his finger.
" It's not. I won't go back to my phone, I'm all yours now, I promise.''
''All mine, huh? Show me you mean it, then.''
As Haaland dropped to his knees, Jude's hands immediately went to his hair, untying the bun and letting the strands free.
Haaland's playing was just one of his great talents. Using his mouth to turn Bellingham into a shaking mess was another one.
So Haaland took Jude's pants off, freeing his cock for the world to see, and then he stopped and admired it. Jude's cock was smaller than his own, still, it was thick, one big vein running all the way from base to tip. It was caramel-coloured just like the rest of him, but the tip was pink and already leaking pre-cum.
Fuck, Haaland was getting hard just by looking at it.
''You gonna keep staring or you gonna do something about it?'' Oh, Jude, always so demanding
When Haaland swallowed him in one go, Jude had to take a small step back and brace himself on the door.
Haaland's mouth was perfect, so warm and soft, and he was hollowing his cheeks, doing that twisty thing with his tongue that Jude liked so much.
''Fuck Erling, it feels so good, how can you-'' Jude had to choose between closing his eyes or looking at the man below him. He decided looking at Erling would be over, so he just closed his eyelids instead, head thrown back, mouth open. ''Do you do this with her? Do you eat her out like this, so eager and hungry, huh? Or is it just for my cock? Tell me, Erling.''
''You, just you, sweetheart. Love you on my mouth, love to taste you.''
And Erling could stay like this for hours, Jude on his mouth, salty and heavy and perfect. But he didn't want it to end, not like this. So he stopped.
''Bed, Jude. Now.''
Without hesitation, Jude was on the big bed, on his back, legs spread apart so Erling could fit above him.
Erling kissed him with force, teeth and tongue smashing together, hands all over Jude's torso, feeling his ribs, his hard abdomen, his heartbeat.
''I can taste myself in you. I hope when you go back home, she can taste me too.''
''Fuck Jude, you're driving me insane like this, mind your mouth.''
''Good. Now get the lube, want you inside me.''
''Then maybe you should ask nicely...'' Haaland said it with a loop-sided smile on his lips.
''Why, you like when I beg? You want me to beg for it? Wanna know how much I need you inside me, yeah?''
But Haaland was losing control, already reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. ''Yes, Jude, beg.''
''I must have you inside me, Erling, I can't wait any longer, please, please Erling, I need it.''
''You look so pretty when you ask for me, fuck-'' Haaland pressed his hard cock to Jude's entrance; it was lubbed but oh so tight.
Haaland entered slowly, until he was buried inside the younger man, hands on each side of Jude's head, and started to move.
''Fuck, Judy, you feel so fucking good, so perfect.''
''Yeah? Who else takes you this well if not me? Does she beg for you like this? Is she such a slut for your cock like I am? Say it.''
''Hell no she doesn't, nobody does, only you, my perfect little slut, so open for me, so willing all the time.'' Haaland was sweating now, trying to compose himself but failing, the feeling of Jude so overwhelming and delicious, his movements starting to lose rhythm.
So he reached for Jude's cock and started to stroke him rapidly, trying to keep up a decent pace, making the other man moan loudly.
''Damn it Erly, don't stop, I'm so so close, just- just like that, want to come so bad.''
And that was it for Erling. Hearing the other man moaning and asking for release, he let himself go, too. Jude came with a whimper, so pretty and hot, and Erling came right after, spilling himself inside him.
Erling collapsed beside Jude with a sigh.
''It's cute.''
What's cute?'' Jude asked, a little confused and already mad at it.
''You. The way you want to be the center of my attention all the time. It's endearing, really. It shouldn't be, but it is.''
''Oh fuck off.''