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Pau Cubarsí is pretty sure his own teammate is trying to kill him.
Okay. Maybe he's being dramatic.
He watches as Marc leans down to whisper something into the blonde girl’s ear and Pau’s finger nails dig into his palm. She giggles and Pau decides he’s not being dramatic and Marc actually really is trying to kill him.
“Bro, are you okay?” Pau glances momentarily at Xavi, who was looking at him funny. “You’re staring at that girl Marc’s trying to pick up. If you ask him if he’d share, he probably would, y'know."
Based on his expression, Xavi seemed to think it was funny. Pau could not agree any less, so he lifts his hand and swats at Xavi’s shoulder. Xavi snickers at him.
“Shut up, kid,” Pau grumbles. He knows he's acting weird, but too bad for them, he didn’t care about his own behaviour right now when he was too busy being worried about Marc’s.
“Stop calling me kid. You’re not even a year older than me,” Xavi says. “Just ‘cause you’re the best defender in the world–”
“I’m not,” Pau says. He can’t even defend his own boyfriend from being flirted with.
Xavi says something else, but Pau starts to ignore him, back to watching the girl and Marc. His Marc. who did she think she was, anyway?
She grabs Marc’s shirt and tries to pull him down for a kiss and Pau decides he’s had enough.
He knows they were keeping their relationship a secret, but this is too much for him to handle. He can’t watch another second of his boyfriend getting slobbered over like a treat (because only Pau is allowed to slobber over him) so he gets up and heads straight towards the two.
Marc looks up when he’s only a few metres away. He smiles his cute toothy grin and Pau wants to shout at him not to act so innocent, but he is at least clear headed enough to save it for later.
“Pau! Hey, what’s–”
“I need to talk to you,” he says, not sparing the girl another glance and grabbing Marc’s arm. Marc lets himself be pulled along towards the restrooms, and Pau can see him grinning like a dummy when Pau looks around to make sure no one is watching them as he pulls Marc into the washroom.
“What, you couldn’t wait until we got home?” Marc says.
“You are not seriously talking right now,” Pau hisses. “What was that all about? Maybe you wanna go home with her instead.”
“Pauuu, come on. We didn’t even do anything…”
“She was practically drooling on you! And you let her!” Pau lets go of Marc’s arm, but instead of actually releasing him, he pushes Marc up against the bathroom door.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous, CuCu. You know I only have eyes for you.”
Despite himself, Pau blushes. Marc puts his hands on his shoulders and leans down to peck him on the lips. Pau’s anger goes away just like that.
“Grrrrr,” he grumbles, fake glaring at Marc now. “It’s not fair. I should be able to keep you all to myself.”
“You can. I don’t even remember her name. I’m yours.”
Cuba hums. He lowers one hand to Marc's waist and places the other on the back of his neck. “Mine, huh? So will you let me take what's mine right here? Right now?”
The response is immediate. Marc’s cheeks flush warmly and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth shyly.
“If you want to,” he finally says, circling his arms more firmly around Pau's neck.
“I want to.”
“Then do it.”
Pau tugs Marc's neck down. He kisses Bernal this time, and it's nothing like the little peck from before. It's hot and messy and makes Pau groan against Marc's lips.
“You're mine. I don’t like seeing others touch you.” Pau squeezes Marc's waist. “What do you think she would do if you walked back out there with a hickey on your neck?”
All Marc offers in response in a little moan as Pau kisses his neck.
Pau knows he can't really do it, that would cause a PR disaster. But the thought is enough to please him.
He pries Marc's hand off his shoulder and brings it lower, so he can press it against the front of his pants.
“See what you do to me…?” Cubarsí pouts at his blushing boyfriend. “Always making me horny with your pretty face.” He feels Marc's neck move under Pau's lips as he swallows hard. “And I think I deserve something sweet for having to watch that girl flirt with my carinyo.” Pau rubs Marc's cheek, and he nods. “Okay.”
“Okay? Don't just stand there then, hm?” Pau presses on the top of Marc’s head, and he takes the hint, sinking down to his knees and sitting on his heels.
“My pretty bombonet,” Pau says. He gets the exact response he wanted – Marc rolling his eyes and blushing more – so he pats his cheek and pets his hair.
“You're so cheesy.”
Pau smiles. He holds his hand out, and Marc puts his own on top. Pau lifts it up to kiss his knuckles.
“You're so pretty.”
“You're made of cheese!”
Pau stifles a giggle and the urge to pinch Marc’s red cheeks. “You would rather I didn't talk to you before making you suck my dick?”
“No, that's not what I–”
“I can do both. I can fuck your throat and call you pretty, can't I?”
Marc blinks twice and then nods.
“Mwah,” Pau says, blowing him a kiss.
“Okay but you're sooo cheesy.”
“Blow me a kiss back. And then blow me.”
Marc rolls his eyes again, but he blows Pau a kiss nonetheless, though not as enthusiastic as his own.
“Yayyy, you're the best,” Pau coos, taking his hands off Marc so that he can undo his belt and zipper. “Now open up.”
Marc tentatively opens his mouth. His tongue sticks out a tiny bit, and he gazes up at Pau through his eyelashes.
Pau pouts again. “I can't help being cheesy when you're this cute,” he whines. “I wanna cum on your pretty lips.” He succeeds in getting his pants open and pushes his underwear down low enough for his cock to spring out.
“Look how hard I am already. Look what you do to me,” Pau chides. He grips himself and slaps his dick on Marc’s warm cheek. Marc keeps looking at him with his open mouth. “What, did I already make you dumb?”
Marc nods once, and Pau huffs, pressing himself to his tongue instead. He holds in a groan as Marc closes his lips around the tip and starts to suck.
“Is this what you wanted? Make me jealous so I would fuck your throat in a bathroom?”
Marc nods again, and Pau moans this time, unable to hold back any longer and gripping Marc’s head tightly by the hair on the top of his head. He thrusts forward, and Marc's head bumps against the door behind him as he chokes.
“My baby. So sweet choking on me.” He holds Marc’s face down, nose pressed against Pau’s skin. Marc’s head remains caged between Pau’s body and the door as tears well up in his eyes, glistening in the dim light.
“There there, bombonet. Don’t cry.” Pau wipes the tears away with his thumbs as pleasure courses through his body. His Marc’s throat felt so good. Pau didn't really feel jealous anymore, because only he got to have Marc like this, after all.
“You're mine,” he says. “Vida meva.”
Marc whines, nods his head and swirls his tongue around Pau's cock. Pau pulls out halfway for a moment to let Marc breathe, and once he's taken a breath, Pau lets go of his head entirely and starts to thrust his hips.
Marc's head bumps into the door two or three more times until he leans back into it fully, his throat relaxed as Pau fucks in and out. The sight makes Pau bite his lip. Even being as tall as Marc is, it's incredible how small he looks like this.
Marc’s hands grip at Pau's thighs as Pau places his fist on the door, resting his head on it. Pau’s hips stutter when Marc swallows around him, the wet heat tightening in a way that makes him feel weak.
He's so weak for his pretty Marc.
Pau lets up for a minute so that Marc can catch his breath. He doesn't pull out all the way, leaving the tip inside. Marc’s eyelids flutter, his lashes damp with tears, and Pau can’t resist thumbing the corner of his mouth where spit’s gathered. “Messy,” he murmurs, smearing it over Marc’s bottom lip. “So pretty when you're messy.”
Marc makes a whiny noise in response and Pau thrusts forwards again, Marc completely at his mercy as he's caged between the door and Pau's lower body.
It only takes a few more thrusts before the band tightening in Pau's stomach feels ready to snap.
“Ah, ah, I'm close,” he hisses, stroking Marc's red cheek and wiping the corner of his eye again. Marc swallows around him and blinks his eyes.
Pau moans into his fist and stills himself as deep as he can, the sight of Marc's lips stretched around his cock so lewdly pushing him over the edge.
“Oh, carinyo, oh. So pretty, haa.” He pulls out just in time to jerk himself off and spurt a thick ribbon of white across Marc's lips just like he'd wanted to.
Marc sits there with glassy doe eyes and an open mouth and Pau thinks if they weren't in a trashy bar bathroom he would make no effort to stop himself from getting hard again and fucking his boyfriend properly.
But they could do that later.
For now, they had to clean up and go back out before their friends started to worry about them.