#rammers

"You were incredible out there, Aaron. I mean it," Martin says, his voice a soothing melody.

Aaron manages a small smile, appreciating the genuine encouragement. "Thanks. Just feels like... I don't know. Could've done more, maybe."

Martin reaches across the table, his hand covering Aaron's. "You did more than enough. You kept a clean sheet. You helped send us back to the top of the table."

The weight on Aaron's shoulders seems to ease with Martin's words. They finish their meal, the conversation drifting to lighter topics – favourite films, shared hobbies, anything to distract from the remnants of the match. Laughter punctuates the air, a testament to the growing ease between them.

As they migrate to the couch, Aaron's posture relaxes, a visible shift in his demeanour. Martin curls up next to him, and silence settles between them, not awkward but comforting. Then, Martin breaks it with a teasing grin.

"You know," he begins, "I think you deserve a reward for that performance."

Aaron raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, do I now? And what's this reward?"

Martin leans in, his lips brushing against Aaron's ear. "A special kind of encouragement," he whispers, sending shivers down Aaron's spine.

Their kisses become a language of their own, each press of lips conveying unspoken emotions. Aaron's fingers tangle in Martin's hair, and Martin responds with a gentle nip that elicits a soft sigh from Aaron. The air between them is charged with a quiet electricity, a shared understanding that surpasses the need for words.

As the passion intensifies, the couch becomes a safe haven, a place where the outside world fades into insignificance. Desire is exchanged in breathy whispers, punctuated by stolen glances. Aaron pulls Martin closer, the warmth of their connection casting aside the remnants of his disillusionment.

They move in sync, Aaron stripping Martin of his shirt as the other scrambles for the hem of his own, and the touch of skin to skin calms Aaron immensely. His breathing hitches when Martin's lips press against his chest.

"Fuck."

Aaron breathes out softly as he curls his fingers into his captain's golden head of hair, and he can feel Martin's pleased grin against his skin as he migrates down Aaron's body.

When Martin finally wraps a hand around his cock, Aaron swears up at the ceiling again, having to snap away his gaze from the sight of Martin leaning over him, mouth poised, just so he doesn't come already.

Then Martin takes his cock into his mouth and suddenly it's hard for Aaron to breath again.

His captain tells him how well he did, how proud he is, in between breaths, but Aaron barely catches any of it at all, his eyes squeezing shut as Martin hollows out his cheeks and sucks.

"Fuck," Aaron says again, "You know what you're doin' to me?"

Martin's answering grin says he does.

"I'm not done with you yet," That shoots excited shivers down Aaron's spine, pooling where his cock throbs against his belly, "You're gonna fuck me."

Who is Aaron to say no?

He watches, wordlessly, as Martin opens himself up in his lap, writhing and moaning before he's dragging Aaron upwards to meet him in a flurry of kisses and Aaron swallows every sound he makes.

It's heavenly when he finally slips inside of Martin, his cock enveloped by his warmth as his captain grasps desperately at his chest and it's Aaron's turn to soothe, "I've got you." in hushed whispers against Martin's ear.

Martin's a delight to listen to once Aaron gets properly moving. Gasping and moaning perfectly against his lips, telling Aaron how well he's fucking him. How well he fills him up.

Aaron thrusts into him harder, determined to please and overwhelm Martin who's done so much for him and is always so kind, and is rewarded with Martin coming first, his cock spurting feebly in between them as Aaron continues to press inside him, brushing up against his prostate.

Martin clings to Aaron for dear life as he releases inside of him, panting hot breaths before he's searching for Martin's lips to kiss again.

And in the hushed moments between kisses, Aaron finally speaks, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and longing. "Thank you. I needed this."

Martin smiles against Aaron's lips, the unspoken promise of more to come evident in his gaze. Together, they navigate the delicate dance of emotions, finding solace in each other's arms as the evening unfolds.

"Why does this have to happen?" Aaron's words are muffled against Trent's chest, as if seeking solace in the rhythm of Trent's heartbeat. "I just want to play, to prove myself."

Trent strokes Aaron's hair gently, fingers tracing soothing patterns. "You will, Aaron. You're incredible, and they'll see that. If they don't, it's their loss, not yours."

Trent's quiet fury simmers beneath the surface. He's frustrated on Aaron's behalf, angered by the injustice of seeing someone so talented, so dedicated, side-lined. His words of affirmation are like a shield, a defence against the doubts that assail Aaron.

"You're not just a goalkeeper, Aaron. You're better. They're blind if they can't see it." Trent's voice carries conviction, an unwavering belief in the person Aaron is.

But there's an additional layer of vulnerability now—Southgate's words echoing in Aaron's mind. Trent senses it, the unspoken fear of losing not just a spot in the starting eleven but a cherished place in the England squad.

"I can't lose it, Trent. It's all I have left," Aaron confesses, his voice laced with a raw, desperate edge, "... and it's our only time together, I don't want to—"

Trent cups Aaron's face, lifting it gently so their eyes meet. "You won't lose it. You're too damn good. And even if the worst happens, I'm here. We'll navigate through it together."

Aaron's gaze searches Trent's, seeking the anchor in the storm. Trent's lips brush against Aaron's forehead, delivering a silent promise that transcends words.

"I didn't want this," Aaron admits, "to feel so lost."

Trent's thumb wipes away a lone tear trailing down Aaron's cheek. "I'm not letting you get lost, Aaron. You've got me. Always."

The weight on Aaron's chest begins to lift, not entirely, but enough for hope to seep through the cracks. Trent holds him tighter, creating a haven where uncertainties yield to the unwavering certainty of their bond.

"You're still holding back on me, Trent," Aaron teases, a flicker of a smile breaking through the clouds.

Trent grins, "Can't give away all my secrets at once, can I? We've got time."

As Trent continues to envelop Aaron in a cocoon of warmth, they find solace in the shared understanding that, together, they can weather any storm.