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The tweet that ruined the rest of his week, and the next two month of his fucking life. The tweet itself was fine, the photo attached was the issue: An image of in a club hallway being held up and sandwiched between his two boyfriends; Sae holding Bunny’s face in a heated makeout session as Shidou gripped his hips from behind, nipping and licking at his sensitive neck and while not captured by the photo, grinding into the midfielder. Clearly in a private moment in the club that Shidou suggested they went to that should have never ended up anywhere near the internet. Sae sits up and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, his hand getting stuck and coming out with hardened cum and a few strands of hair on his fingers.
‘I thought I told them not to cum in my hair..’ He thinks bitterly as he gets out from under the cover and promptly falls on the fucking floor with a loud thud, waking up the two strikers sleeping in the hotel bed.
“Sae-Chan?” “Sae?”
‘Shit.’ “Uhm, yeah?”
“Why are you on the floor?” Shidou asks sleepily, getting out of bed and lifting Sae up off the floor and sitting him back on the bed, Sae slightly wincing as he does so.
“I fell, obviously” He remarks as the demon sits slightly on top of him, wrapping his arms around Sae’s middle and putting his head into the crook of Sae’s neck.
“Itoshi, you always get up too early~” Bunny teases, tilting his head in that infuriatingly hot way. “We don’t have anywhere to be and you’re surely sore from last night, why not come back to bed?”
“Shut up Iglesias” Sae snaps, without any real venom behind it.
“Can’t we go back to sleep, Sae bae? It’s so early…” He whines as Sae’s phone starts blowing up with notifications, Sae assumes from his manager and his PR team as Bunny’s also starts vibrating, falling off the nightstand with the force, causing the Spanish man to scrunch up his nose in distaste.
“Eh? What’s up with your phones?” Shidou says. “Either turn ‘em off or put it on silent before I get pissed.” He grumbles into Sae’s neck. And they do just that—at least Sae does, just as his demon sticks a hand down his boxers and initiates the first make out session of the day.
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“SAE! I’ve been calling your phone for hours! Have you checked your socials today at all? The media is having a field day!!” His manager exclaims into his ears and practically bursts his eardrums, the voice already grating on his nerves.
“Relax dabadie. Just get someone to take down the post and release some bullshit statement about it being fake or something, I’m sure it’ll blow over.” He responds, not believing a word he said. He knows it won’t, the fans have already been speculating about him and Shidou for a while, and this is what, his second? Third? Fourth? No, it was definitely the third—time being caught with Iglesias like that. This whole situation was really just the cherry ontop for the sailors—or whatever the fuck they call themselves.
“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! ITOSHI SAE, YOU WERE CAUGHT AT A CLUB WITH TWO OTHER MALES, ONE OF THEM BEING YOUR PUBLIC RIVAL AND THE OTHER YOUR EX TEAMMATE. WHAT WILL THE SPONSORS THINK?” His manager actually screams this time.
“Watch your tone, Girolan. I am still very much the one who pays you, not the other way around.” Sae remarks coldly, Shidou’s head in his lap, playing with his hair as they lay on the living room couch, waiting for Bunny to finish breakfast.
Sae doesn’t really care about what Dabadie is saying right now, hasn’t cared about his countless sponsors either for a while now. ‘A necessary evil, really.’ The midfielder thinks. Shidou lets out a purr when he scratches a particular spot in his ungelled hair “Mmh.. right there lashes, you’re always so good to me~” He groans, wholly content at this moment.
“Sae? Who was that— are you really with Shidou right now?” His manager questions, like he doesn’t know the answer already. “You know what? Fine. You can do whatever the hell it is you do with Shidou, but for the love of god tell me you’re not with Bunny right now, please.” Dabadie’s voice actually cracks like while saying that, like the very thought of his employer being with the star striker of Barcha’s first team physically pains him—which it probably does, being a Madrid fan and everything, so Sae goes with the easy answer:
“No, of course I’m not.” He says, like a liar. “Do you really think I’m that pathetic? I left him at the club.” He responded, staring straight at the man in question’s ass with 0 shame as he moved around the kitchen, Shidou also taking this as a moment to lazily stare along with him.
It’s a fine piece of ass.
“-ae—SAE! oh my god, did you even hear any of what I just said?” His manager scolded.
“Uhm, no.”
Dabadie sighs, seeming to calm down a bit at the reassurance the Spaniard was nowhere near Sae at this moment. “You’re unbelievable you know that? The ReAl PR team wants to see you Sae. You know when they found out about 3 people on the PR team burst into tears?” He asked. “I know you like kissing boys, but please do it in secret. For the sake of the PR team, and your brother. I don't know how he got my number but I think he’s sending me death threats.”
‘Since when did Rin get Dabadie’s number?’ He thinks, before promptly being snapped out of his thoughts by a yell.
“Diablo, Sae, Breakfast is ready!” Bunny yells from the kitchen, placing the pancakes and eggs on the counter. Shidou, being the fatass he is, immediately perks up and practically leaps off Sae’s lap and into the kitchen to shove food in his mouth like the gluttonous bastard he is.
“Sae? I thought you said you left Bunny at the club.” His manager says darkly, in that stern voice that says he’s about 4 sassy remarks from quitting his job and actually putting his hands on Sae.
“Uhm..”
“Sae, where are you?”
“…”
“Itoshi Sae, Where are you?”
“A hotel in Barcelona..” He mumbles out.
He hears a sigh from the other side of the phone. “The one your team stayed at for the barcha friendly?”
“Yeah.”
“Your driver will be there in two hours.” His manager says after a brief pause. “And Sae?”
“Yeah?”
“Please make sure there are no marks on your neck, or anywhere on you when we have this meeting.” His manager commented. “You know what happened last time.” He said before hanging up.
Sae bristled a little at the reminder, and silently thanked whoever was up there that most of the fire went to Kaiser and not him.
“Sae, Are you coming to eat? I think your ‘little demon’ is eyeing your pancakes.”
“Am not!” Shidou defends through a mouthful of what seems to be one of his pancakes.
Sae tries—and fails to hide a small smile as he gets up to have breakfast with his two strikers.
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“Sae, how many times have we had this conversation?” The PR manager asks, Sae doesn’t remember her name that well. “That’s not rhetorical by the way, I’d like an answer.” She says, sighing when the New Gen 11 says silent.
“I don’t know? Three? Four?” Sae replies offhandedly, glancing at his manager being useless in the corner of the room.
“Eight. We’ve had this conversation eight times. Are you trying to go for the club record?” The woman remarks. “Sae, please, for the love of god stop kissing boys in public. Especially where there’s cameras.” Sae would like to come to his own defense, saying there weren’t any there when they started, but the manager looks between the verge of grabbing him and shaking some sense into his head or crying, so he stays silent.
The manager takes a moment and breathes a deep sigh, muttering something about “stupid soccer players” and “getting gray hairs early” before meeting Sae’s eyes again.
“Lkay, you have two options.” She lifts a finger. “One, you own up to it and apologize.” She lifts up a second finger before continuing. “Or two, you deny the whole thing. Your choice, Itoshi.”
“Two. I choose two.”
“Sae, with all respect, there’s no way anyone would believe you if you said that image was fake. You do know they call you Sae ‘kiss boy’ Itoshi on Twitter right?” She says incredulously, glancing at his manager like he knows shit about what goes through Sae’s head.
“I gave up after the second time with Bunny” He whispers to the manager with a shrug.
‘Wait, they call me what?’ “Of course I know what they call me. My choice hasn’t changed, I’ll figure something out. Are we done here?” He says impatiently, itching to get out of the room and go do something.
“You know what? Fine. You can leave, but if you ever need our help, you know where my office is.” The pr manager says, already turning around and shooing him out of his office.
“We’ve got to get him some PR training.” She sighs.
“He’s been twelve times, it doesn’t do anything.” Dabadie says, walking out of her office.
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“So, the world class lash has to find a way to convince the whole internet that he isn’t fucking rivals and ex-teammates?” Shidou says with a giggle, laying upside down on his couch after Sae explained how the meeting went.
“Pretty much yeah. This one might actually damage my career a little, since I looked about 3 minutes away from being bent over. I think it’s actually the most incriminating image I have to date. Even the Kaisae thing wasn’t that bad and was explained away with a rehearsed story on his side and a repost from me.”
“Ah, so any ideas on how you’re gonna do it?”
“No, and where’s Bunny?” He says, finally realizing the Spaniards absence two hours after he’s been at the Barcha strikers villa.
“He left to go to his own stupid meeting. I’ve been alone in this house all day Sae-Chan! I feel like an abandoned housewife.” He pouts, moving closer to Sae. “Don’t you even feel a little bad for me?~”
“No.” Sae says bluntly, not making any moves to shove Shidou away.
“So mean..” The man whines, crawling into Sae’s lap. He was just about to try and seduce the Itoshi, the front door opened.
“Man, they tore me a new one in that meeting.” Bunny sighs, flopping onto the couch next to the other players, observing the scene next to him. “...am I interrupting something?..” He smirks.
“Nope! You’re just in time~” Shidou says, sitting up properly on the midfielder's lap, and continues talking. “Sae here has decided to fix this little scandal all by himself, so now we’re brainstorming!”
“How about just coming clean?” Bunny suggests.
“Of course you would want to come clean about something like this, youre not the one who’ll have to suffer the public humiliation of taking dick from you rival.”
“…but you do take dick from your rival.”
“…”
“Can you shut up?” Sae snaps. “No more words from you today.”
“Oh, I have an idea!” Shidou chirps. “Since they’re already a bunch of ai images going around, why can’t we just call it ai generated?”
“..Fuck, why didn’t I think of that.” Sae mumbles, Bunny already opening up chatgpt.
“And done!” Bunny says, showing the newly generated image to the Japanese men. “I told chatgpt to add a few flaws like extra fingers, uneven lighting etc..” He rants, before Sae cuts him off.
“Yeah yeah whatever Iglesias, just post the picture and act pissed that someone would do this, nobody here cares about the specifics.”
Bunny obliges, typing up an analysis of the photo with the ai generated image attached, and posting. The twitter post quickly gains traction and quote retweets or whatever the fuck you call them I don’t care. Sae reposts and likes the tweet, not being bothered to put out his own statement in addition to Bunny’s. In just a few hours, the articles start being published about the new “ai generated image” of the three of them and the dangers of such images against celebrities, effectively sealing the fact that the photo was a fake in the minds of everyone.
“All’s well that ends well!” Shidou says, curled up in the couch in between the two of them, watching some spanish telenova he doesn’t even understand. “So..Wanna go to another club next week?”
“ Are you fucked in the head? Why would we go to another club after what we just had happen?” Sae questions, Bunny nodding his head in agreement.
“Yeah, no more going out for us. At least not right now.”
“Pleaseee~” Shidou pleads, adding extra puppy eyes. “I’ll be so good this time, no more makeouts till we get home i promise!”
“Absolutely not.” “No can do cariño.”
They end up at another club the following week anyways because they’re stupid faggots and i fucking hate them.