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Norway just got its place to the quater finale. Jude watched the match on his TV, he wouldn’t miss it for a bit. His dear best friend, Haaland, scored twice against Brazil. Even after changing clubs, Jude always had that admiration for him. They were no longer really in touch. At first, they did their best to keep in contact, but little by little, distance was made and only texts to congratulate each other for their own matches were sent.
He thought about Haaland, playing without him in club wasn’t the same anymore. All their interactions, all their hangouts, all that touching… These meant everything to Jude. But when Haaland changed clubs even after Jude begged him not to, he understood they weren’t as close as he thought so.
When they celebrated goals and that Haaland was grabbing him in his arms.. God, he wished for that to last indefinitely. Suddenly Jude felt a bit too warm underneath his blanket. Warm ? No, no he couldn’t, not thinking about his mate, right ? He tried changing his mind. Looking at whatever was on his TV. But he couldn’t, his mind was just thinking about Haaland. Only Haaland. His smile, his eyes, his body..
He felt so hot, that wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked over the thermostat, the temperature was completely normal. No, it was only Jude being hot just by thinking of Erling. He was completely fucked up.
It was not the first time he felt like that but he always repressed it. He acted like it was some coincidence, or that it meant nothing. No, he couldn’t feel that way, certainly not about a man. But Erling wasn’t any man, he was his mate, his friend, the one he shared many things with.
Jude wasn’t really homophobic, imagining himself with any man would make him gag. But not with Erling. Why? He doesn’t know. And he doesn’t want to know. He just wants these feelings to go away, but after four years, these feelings are still there.
Jude couldn’t take it anymore. Haaland was the only thing on his mind. He kept thinking back to the years they’d spent together at Dortmund—the training sessions, the matches, the locker room... The countless times Jude had found himself mesmerized by Haaland’s body ; his muscular torso, his legs, and what lay between them.
Jude suddenly got up, realizing what he’d just been thinking about... Had he really just been thinking about his friend’s cock? He took a deep breath, only to realize that the thought had left him half-hard.
He was done. He needed to hear Haaland’s voice. Just to hear it. He thought of calling Haaland. But that would be too weird, they didn’t talk for a long time. And his match just ended, he’s still probably in the locker room celebrating with his teammates and receiving tons of calls..
But Jude was tired of this shit, he took his phone and without thinking it twice, he called his dear friend.
Erling immediately responded.
“Jude?”
Oh god.
Jude restrained himself from letting a whimper out. He’s such a whore.
“Jude ? Are you okay ?”
He loved the way Erling said his name. He needed more. Without even realising it, he had his hand in his shorts, over his cock. Trying so hard to not stroke himself from the sound of Erling’s voice.
“Hey.” Jude finally said, trying to maintain himself.
“Hi.” Erling responded. There was a moment of silence between the both of them. Then, Erling started to speak again, “Why did you call me ?”
“I wanted to congratulate you for the match.” Lies. He just wanted to hear his voice, to hear his own name pronounced on his lips.
“Huh, thanks. Couldn’t you just send a text for that ?” No. No he couldn’t.
“I thought it was better to call you.” Such a fucking whore. He was palming at his cock through his boxers at this moment. He was waiting for Haaland to talk, a word, anything.
“I hope we’ll play against each other, I know you’ll win against Mexico. I miss you.” Without even realising it, Jude let out a low whimper, but loud enough for Erling to notice it. “Are you okay mate ? You need me to come over ?” Even after years of distance, he would still care about his best friend, how cute Haaland.
“N-No. No. Don’t worry I’m fine.”Jude responds, his voice half trembling. He was still palming his cock, it was rock hard now. He needs to relieve himself so badly.
“That’s all then ?” Erling asks, not having a single clue of what his mate is doing to himself right now. Jude just responds with a low “Mmh.”
“Then I guess I’ll hang up now-“
“No!” Jude cuts Erling before he can even finish his sentence. “Please don’t.” Why does he sound so pathetic and stupid. Begging his friend to not hang up so he could jerk off on him.
“Jude, there’s clearly something wrong. Tell me, I’m here for you and I won’t judge.” Erling was sweet as always, he would always listen when someone had troubles. Little did he know he maybe didn’t want to hear what’s wrong with Jude today..
“It’s just.. Fuck.. It’s kinda hard to explain…” And it wasn’t the only thing that was hard but anyway.
“Go on, take your time.” Haaland was way too gentle with him.
Jude started to stroke his cock lazily, using his precum to wet it. “When I was watching the match I couldn’t help but think about our time together.. At Dortmund…” He bit his lips, muffling some whimpers. “The way you play.. How you look on the pitch… I miss being here to see it. I want you back, Erling.” If that wasn’t a confession, well, what was that ?
Haaland was ready to respond but Jude cut him off, “Fuck. I can’t hide it anymore, I’m jerking off right now.”
The line was dead silent. No sounds other than Jude muffled whimpers. Erling didn’t know what to respond. He tried to find an appropriate response to this but it was literally impossible.
“You’re joking, right ?” That’s not what he wanted to say, he wanted to tell how much of a whore Jude was to stroke himself to his voice.
“I’m sorry-“ He knew that wasn’t a good idea. He knew it.
“No, say that to me again.” Erling cut off Jude. Not caring about his bullshit apologies.
“What ?” He seriously didn’t expect his best friend to say that. There was a small moment of silence between the both of them. “I’m waiting.” Haaland broke the silence, seeming impatient. Jude didn’t want to say it again, that was so fucking humiliating but he took a deep breath and accepted the humiliation.
“I’m stroking myself to the sound of your voice.” God how he could say that to his best friend.
“You’re aware that you’re calling me while I’m still in the locker room ?” Erling breathed through closed teeth, he was doing everything he could to not go insane about his best friend.
“I know- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. It’s just.. God, I should be ashamed.” But Jude kept his palm over his cock, such a cute slut.
“Yeah you should. Fuck Jude, couldn’t you have called me at any other moment ?” He seemed to be really mad, not about the fact that his friend was stroking himself, but the fact that he chose the worst moment to call.
“Wait a second, keep doing what you’re doing.” Jude heard songs of doors opening and closing through the phone. He supposed he finally got out of his team’s locker room. “Why Jude ?” Haaland asked, breathing heavily through the phone, doing his best to maintain himself.
“My mind is fucked up. Sorry.” He was half sobbing, half whimpering, still having his palm around his shaft.
“No, explain it to me.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
“I really don’t know. I saw you playing on TV, and I’ve just started to miss you randomly.” He started to stroke himself faster, letting out moans, not ashamed anymore. “I loved the way your hands felt on me when we celebrated goals together.”
Erling let out a groan that sent shivers down Jude’s spine, “Tell me more, tell me how much you fucking missed me.”
“For four years I kept my hopes up. I hoped you’d call me one day and tell me how much- fuck.. You wanted me.” Jude was panting heavily, trying to maintain the last good image of him, even though Haaland just thought that he was a fucking whore. “I’ve waited, and waited, and waited, and stroked myself too many times with my mind going only to your body even if it’s grossing me the fuck out.” His sentence was rhythmed with his fist pumping his cock.
He tossed his phone to the side to grab for his sheets, holding it as tight as possible. His strokes became more and more frantic. “Ah- It feels so fucking good. Fuck, I want to be yours Erling..!”
“Oh I would treat you so well Jude, you have no ideas.” His low voice kept sending Jude closer to the edge, making him sweat even more, moan even louder, pump even harder.
“Erling, please..” Jude sounded so pathetic, he was close, so close for his best friend.
“What do you need sweetheart ?” Erling’s voice sounded a bit mocking. Jude wondered if he was also stroking his thick shaft, or where he actually was, or even how his face would look right now..
“Tell me to come, I need to hear you say it..” His moans were loud, probably loud enough for the room next to Jude’s one to hear. But he didn’t care anymore. He even hoped that everyone could hear how well he could come from his best friend’s voice.
“Then come for me Jude.”
It sent him over the edge, toes curling, hands grabbing the sheets for dear life, whimpering and moaning from the climax. He had his own cum all over his chest, his cock still twitching a bit from the orgasm.
Jude took a moment before fully coming to his senses. He was breathing heavily, shaking and sweating like crazy.
When shame finally hit him, he immediately looked out for his phone. But the call had already ended.