Chapter Text
The bond between teammates is a word that hasn’t been discovered yet. It’s a physical chain binding you together, you shackle yourself to it, that floating, breathing, living something constantly in the air around you.
It had crackled when Marco leaned into Toni on the pitch, whispering into his ear and it had danced when Toni had looked back, squeezed his arm imperceptibly, fleetingly with the resolve of trust. In that moment, Toni would take a bullet for him and Marco would let him.
Toni’s arms when Marco had jumped into celebrate was reprieve, sometimes they just need to breathe. And even though it can be clawing and captive, they breathe best when they’re together.
It doesn’t surprise Marco that Toni corners him after dinner, that he’s in front of his room, looking desperate and lost. Marco pulls him in, there’s no bigger responsibility in this moment, there’s no room to feel regret. The door clicks shut behind them, deafening like a bullet amidst the silence of their heaved breaths.
‘You did it, you did it.’ Marco soothes kisses down the side of Toni’s face and Toni is still for the longest second, before he’s grabbing at Marco, hands hot underneath his shirt. It’s like a celebration, but the doors are locked and Marco pulses desire when he climbs Toni, legs wrapping around his waist.
Toni is silent, he always is and there’s a part of Marco that wants to hear those words too. Wants Toni to say how they did it, how Marco has waited eons and he’s finally done it too.
But Toni is solid, solid, solid - doesn’t falter on the steps to the bed, when Marco’s back hits the bed it’s perfect and Toni’s eyes holds those emotions that Marco can assign his own words to. The kiss feels like the coming together of two magnets, breaking tensions and sealing together in a way, that Marco feels will never give way that he’s going to spend the next eternity within the soft press of Toni’s mouth.
They scrabble for their shirts and Toni presses him into the bed when they’ve got the clothing off, chest to chest, hips slotted together until Marco can only radiate heat and the future is malleable between them.
Sometimes Marco needs words, but Toni relaxes underneath the press of Marco’s palms against his back and Marco needs to give, to know that he is needed, that Toni needs him.
And Toni needs him, he breaks their kiss to press their foreheads together, Toni’s eyes are dark, like he’s about to cave in any second, his hips are a punishing force.
And Marco wants it all. The sweet sounds of Toni grunting into the air around them, the salt of Toni’s sweat, the clench of Toni’s muscles - the spectacularity of their bodies and the things they push their bodies to do every single day.
Marco needs to know it’s possible.
And Toni doesn’t falter.