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There’s a thumping sound on Álvaro’s door. Almost akin to a horror movie even as the noise reverberates and gets louder. Brian looks over at his eyes, squinted but unmoving from his bed. Carpe sighs, getting up and opening the door with the chain attached.
He’s met with Ángel with a hard set jaw but wandering eyes, and Álvaro has to slightly look up at them, cursing his posture. He undoes the chain as Ángel merges in with reckless abandon. Unusual to see him this uncomposed as he immediately brings his hand to Carpe’s wrist tugging him. He reaches the empty bed and pushes the younger one on it.
Brian coughs to get Ángel’s attention which works as they have a stare off. Brian puts his hands up grabbing his phone and wallet.
“I’m going, I’m going,” He says as he speedily walks out the room shutting the door loud.
Briefly Álvaro wishes that Brian would stay but Ángel's angry stare indicates whatever is next isn't going to be kind. Carpe looks at him confused as Ángel’s breathing heaves up and down. His wrinkled shirt matches his disheveled shorts and messy hair. He leans down to where Álvaro is laid and presses his head against Carpe’s chest and cries. Álvaro tenses before petting at Ángel’s hair.
He has never seen him cry, ever. It soaks his shirt and he tries to think of Ángel the night Rueda won the world championship, he didn’t show any emotion there either to Álvaro. Bitterly and wrongfully, Carpe was happy about that. That he didn’t need to hide his feelings about who won the title between his friends, thankful he didn’t have to make it known that the one he preferred is not pressed against his chest currently.
“Ángel?” He finally murmurs out into an abyss of hair.
Ángel lifts his head looking at Carpe’s face, his nose, eyes, and cheeks are red as can be. His mouth is red too, and the bottom lip is nibbled on obviously from himself. He’s still clutching Álvaro by his waist like he’s never done before that. He also has never done what he does next, which is kiss Carpe. He kisses him hard but lips sealed, using his body advantage to grind his hips against Álvaro’s leg he has tucked between his own.
Instinctually Carpe tries pulling his leg away due to any pressure and Ángel whines out, there’s also something very different about this. The younger feels a deep need to find out if he’s correct as he brings his hand down, low, and feels a mound. Ángel stares at Álvaro’s wide confused mouth and eyes and presses his clothed cunt to his hand.
Álvaro finally stutters out, “What, How? You, you-“
The other boy quickly finishes, “Have a pussy, yes. And it won’t stop leaking…I need, need you.”
The deep voice that speaks it throws Carpe through a loop. The needy eyes and firm hand gripping his wrist too. Ángel brings his hand to the waistband of his mesh shorts and boxers. Álvaro hums letting him do what he wants til he reaches the slit, pausing. He looks at Ángel sheepishly and Ángel looks annoyed.
“Don’t, don’t tell me you haven’t been with anyone? Done anything?” Ángel groans, “Fuck me.”
Carpe whines, “If you were just going to make fun of me why not go to Iván or Rueda or anyone else!”
That makes the older have even more anger in his eyes, “You think I fucking want this? And you think I’d be able to go to my teammate who barely speaks a word to me? Or José really?”
He shoves Carpe away and backs himself to the far side of the bed, back to Álvaro. He can see the heaving of crying beginning again along with Ángel’s stubborn hand reaching in his own pants. Carpe grabs his arm and flips him back on his back. Watching helpless Ángel’s helpless hand bulge through the mesh. Álvaro carefully begins to take off the shorts. The hiccups of the older easing up from the shock.
Carpe begins with the shirt next, lifting it slowly before asking, “You, you don’t have boobs right?”
Ángel furrows his eyebrows, “No.”
Before taking off the shirt completely for the both of them. It’s nothing new for Álvaro, he has seen it plenty of times, sweaty, out of breath, red, etc… This time, it’s of course different, this time there’s an expectation carried. Carpe swallows as he presses on, taking off his own hoodie. Throwing it and grabbing a pillow for Ángel’s hips. As he places it below them the hiss Ángel makes at the touch of his waist will live in Carpe’s head forever he thinks.
Álvaro kisses him before moving down, Ángel removes his hand and throws his head flat on the bed. For his sake Carpe doesn’t make a comment about how wet the grey boxers are, or the fact that Ángel instinctually immediately begins trying to get friction with the pillow. He takes off the boxers to see the wet, soaked, and practically glistening cunt. He shifts himself to kneel on the floor dragging Ángel by the ankles.
The older cries at the immediate feeling when Carpe presses his face to him. Juts his tongue out, carefully, his nose pressed to the clit. Ángel presses himself deeper than wheezes at the sudden filling. Carpe’s still as he begins carefully trying to lick but Ángel still seems agitated as he keeps trying to press Álvaro’s nose to him. Carpe gets the hint and brings his mouth up, and sucks the already swollen clit.
Ángel screams out at it cussing obscenities as more wetness flows from him. Álvaro continues overwhelming him before getting brave and bringing his hand to the need, gently pressing his index finger in Ángel. Carpe has to use one of his hands to hold Ángel still, the older jolting everywhere. His legs have found their way over Álvaro’s shoulders and each spasm he feels as the legs jolt before hitting him again.
He watches as there is more and more coming from Ángel and marvels at the way he seems to suck in his fingers. The feeling of the pulsing walls as he adds another, pistoning them much to Ángel’s sobs. Eventually, he gets one large kick before Carpe’s face becomes covered with Ángel. He looks up to see what he hopes to be bliss but Ángel still has such an angry face with tears streaming down and his hands to his sides gripping the bedsheets.
“It’s, it’s not enough, why isn’t enough Álvaro,” He cries.
The younger feels so much pity as he kisses Ángel, his fingers still inside. He feels the way Ángel has no bite, all slack, all tired. There’s still however energy in him to comtinue trying to fuck himself on Carpe’s fingers, sick with want and desperation. Carpe lets him a bit, tries to smother his weeps with kisses. Ángel seems shaky as he finally releases the bed sheets kissing Carpe and grabbing at his pants.
Álvaro holds still, confused, “Are you sure?”
Ángel nods, biting his lip again and Carpe kisses it. He takes out his fingers to completely undress and Ángel whines at the loss of being filled. Carpe tries making somewhat of a comforting reassurance getting Ángel’s attention on his dick. He has been hard since he put the first finger in the older one but didn’t want to mention anything. They both look at each other apprehensive and Ángel is the first to look away, covering his face with one hand and the other grabbing Carpe’s.
Álvaro begins with the tip slow, positioning it, and gasping at the feeling of the warmth around him. The walls and wet all coating him as he goes deeper and deeper til he’s completely in. He feels his hand being tightly held and Ángel’s eyes are still closed as Carpe begins fucking him. Slow until he can’t with the tight walls make it uncomfortable to move.
“Shit, can you loosen up?”
The angry stare he gets tells him enough, Álvaro reaches down to begin playing with the clit again. He feels more gush onto his cock and the throbbing of Ángel even more inside. Carpe kisses him, kisses him sucking up every low moan from Ángel. He can feel the wrestling below him as he continues pulling out and then feeding his dick back in. Ángel touches the younger’s shoulders tentatively. Then without warning presses his nails to dig in them. Carpe moans out at the feeling, the sharpness of it.
Álvaro begins quickening his pace, feeling frantic as he mouths at Ángel’s neck, feeling the swift pulse, sucks on it hard. Moves to his adam’s apple and Ángel’s heavy moans reverberate in his mouth. He yells as Carpe feels the need for Ángel to match the sting he feels in his back as he pinches the clit. Ángel screams before tightening on Álvaro and everything feels crazy. He feels Ángel’s fingers loosen and he goes slack as Carpe pulls out. He looks at Ángel whose eyes have closed aggressively but he finally looks exhausted.
The younger thinks remorseful for a moment at what he's about to do but beyond that when he buries himself back in Ángel and his eyes shoot open. There’s kicks to his back as Álvaro comes in and stays there for a bit. Marveling at the feeling and when he pulls out watching it come out. Ángel looks mortified and Carpe feels a bit ashamed. He pats at the pussy and watches as Ángel's expression turns electric, angry, and shocked and Carpe laughs before walking to the bathroom, ignoring Ángel's raspy protesting.