#reyland

Erling doesn't know what he expects, when he walks out of the cabin into the shower to check, who is still standing under the running water so late.

Maybe Greg has had an extra late session on the pitch? The keeper is still working hard on getting back to his usual strength after the injury which has kept him out for almost a month.

Erling hasn't seen anyone from the team in the gym inside. Normally the last person to leave the building - mostly the cleaners, sometimes Edin - is gone at around 9. At 11:30 everything gets shut down by the janitor.

The Norwegian likes to come back late to do some workouts when his house feels foreign to himself again. 

When pushing the handles also pushes away the loud thoughts in his brain and clears his mind.

Today it hasn't worked well. No matter how hard he bites his teeth or turns up the music from his headphones, a constant stream of worries is running subconsciously.

Now his mind is blank as he stares at him.

Skin, white as the snow which will start falling soon in his hometown in the depths of Norway, wet hair as black as the bark of the trees they cut down in winter, to feed the wood to the fire and keep the house warm. Eyes closed, head and body leaning against the tiled wall behind him. With his right hand he was pumping his erect penis in a steady rhythm.

When Erling comes in the boy opens his eyes a bit, stares right back into Erling's.

Erling's mouth opens. Then it closes again. He swallows instead.

The boy has stopped moving, but he's still looking.

Erling feels shame rise up in him. He should be the one looking so unfazed, not standing there like a deer in headlights. But his fists are still clenched, his whole body in shock.

"Are you going to lend me a hand if you're not gonna to leave?" The voice halls back slightly from the tiles at the walls surrounding them. "Or are you into watching?"

"No. I'll- ...I'll go." Erling stutters for a second. But he doesn't move. His legs are frozen in place, don't respond to his commands anymore. He feels his ears heat up.

The boy starts to grin. "Never seen you that shy before", he teases. "No need! You can do anything to me as long as it makes me feel good!"

"Gio, stop-", Erling looks away.

"I'm serious."

Gio looks him into the eyes.

Slowly Erling takes a step. Then another.

Gio reaches for the nob next to him with his left and turns the shower off.

The blond swallowes heavily, when he stands in front of Gio. Just close enough for him to get into reach, but still a distance. Erling doesn't know where to look. His face? His own hands? His...you know...

But then Gio's right let's go. His penis keeps standing.

"Come on! I was so close already..."

Erling has to shut his eyes for a second at those shameless words. But then he complies and with a slightly shaking hand he reaches out.

It's...weird. He doesn't know how to describe it. The skin in his palm is warm and the feeling is different but also kind of the same.

He hears Gio letting out a little moan when he starts moving up, testing the waters. He's still a little wet from when the shower was running, sliding easily through his fist.

He can't help but glance shortly at the boy in front of him as he continues to groan at his touch and Erling winces at how loud his teammate is. Definitely not holding back.

He doesn't know what Gio likes to do when pleasuring himself, so he just uses what gets himself to the edge the fastest.

A damp thud can be heard as Gio throws his head backwards against the wall. He whimpers loudly. "Feels so good-", he sobs and Erling's mouth runs dry at the sounds coming out of the boy's mouth.

He squeezes again and tries to move his fist faster.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease...", Gio whines, high pitched, dragged out, rushing towards his release.

His hands try to hold onto something, the air, anything, to cramp into, but only slide down the wet tiles.

When Erling's thumb runs over the slit on top of his penis shortly, the American makes a pathetic whimper and directly clenches his jaw after, suddendly self-conscious, to stop any other humiliating noises from leaving. Erling briefly wishes he could push his free thumb into Gio's mouth, make those red-bitten lips suck on his fingers, feel the vibrations of Gio's tounge.

He doesn't, but the loss is forgotten as soon as Gio starts breathing rapidly, moaning louder and louder in a breathtaking crescendo.

When Erling accidentally touches Gio's balls just so slightly with his hand it's over. Gio's body tenses, his mouth opens in a silent scream and he comes over his stomach and Erling's hand.

The Norwegian continues to stroke him through the entire orgasm, til even the last waves of pleasure are milked and turn into overstimulation.

Then he slowly let's go.

Gio's, now soft, penis slumps down. Erling sees the obvious tent in his own pants when looking down. Emberassing.

The American is still heavily out of air with his eyes closed and only slowly coming out back to earth.

Erling hesitates, not knowing what to do next. He doesn't dare to look longer at the sight in front of him and after a brief moment he then turns around.

"I'll shower at home", he says over his shoulder before leaving the room.

The thoughts only get worse that night.

—-just some random snippets i wrote from here on, not making any sense!!—

Gap - selection

„Oh come on...

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The next time it happens is after the game against Mönchengladbach. They lost 1-0 after a horrible game. Mönchengladbach as always playing like a bunch of assholes, attacking their ankles like there is no tomorrow. Erling's shorts and boots had been covered in mud. He is one of the first to leave when he packs his bag and goes out of the cabin after shouting a brief „See you tomorrow!"

What he doesn't expect is to hear „Erling, wait!" and Gio running over the parking lot to his car. 

„Want me to help?"

Erling is tired and honestly doesn't want to deal with the aftermath, but he says yes.

And then Gio's lips are on his. He kisses with force, making Erling fall back into the sheets. He climbs into the others lap and settles right above Erlings dick with his arse, what makes Erling grunt loudly. 

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and that’s it oopsdljnlnedklkned

So basically what happens is that it gets a regular occurance for them to hook up and it gets more intense each time!

-> they don't enjoy themselves at different ons anymore

-> Erling watches Gio during sex a bit too often

>> and one time accidentally says "you're mine" and while it's only dirty talk Gio still shudders

- and one time during fucking in the shower after practice Gio opens his eyes half and sees Erling watching him with this intensity and before they can think or realize their lips are on each others 

(maybe a bit of angst, they don't talk abt it or stuff)

- [they make up and] they decide to go on dates 😁

I love friends with benefits suddendly realising they aren’t friends anymore I eat that kinda stuff UPPPPPP so I had to write something like that myself but I never finished this sadly