"The Forbidden Apple" (Mbappe x Hakimi)

Chapter 6

"Show me how sure you are." Kylian lowered his voice, getting closer as well. He could now feel Achraf's breath on his face.

Achraf got so close, that their noses were touching.

"Yeah?" was all that came out of his mouth, as Kylian nodded.

In this moment, all it would take would be three centimeters for their lips to touch. The tension was unbearable.

Achraf got so close, that their lips brushed against eachother. He got so close just to tease Kylian, as he usually teased him, but what he didn't expect is for Kylian not to pull back. Hakimi did, what he felt like was the right thing to do and abruptly moved back.

"I should uhm, get the wine." He said, getting up back on his feet, going to the kitchen to get the fancy bottle of wine that he brought earlier.

"Y-yeah. Forgot about it." Added Kylian.

..........

After a bunch of wineglasses got emptied, the two men felt lightheaded. Hakimi, because he doesn't drink much, so he's not used to it and Kylian... well because he is a lightweight.

"Arrrra, come here." whined Kylian, causing Achraf to giggle in his half drunken state.

"Whyyy?" He yelled back, slowly going over to Kylian.

"Sit down. I need to ask you something..." He slurred.

"... would you love me if, haha, if I was a worm?" Continued Kylian. Achraf let out a laugh.

"Of course, you're my little Ky-Ky." He said in a baby voice, causing Kylian to scrunch up his face in disgust.

"That- was so cringe. I can't, I'm gonna leave-" he said, causing Achraf to let out a big laugh once again.

"Oh c'mon, I know you like it when I call you that." Teased Hakimi.

"Shut up, you can't act this way once I get a girlfriend.." groaned Kylian in annoyance.

"Pfft, a girlfriend? I mean, you said it yourself. You don't need anyone when you have me, riiight?" He took Kylian by his arms and pulled him into his embrace.

"Right... but you have a wife and I don't have anyone. Why do you get to have me and.... and also have a wife and I can't." complained Kylian, as he cuddled into Achraf's embrace, his cheeks flushed because of the red wine.

"It happened that way. I can't leave my family because of you." Chuckled Hakimi.

"B-but, do you care about me like you do about her?" Added Kylian, eyes glossy because of the tears that were slowly welling up in his eyes.

"Of course I do- Kylian, are you crying? You're a crying drunk, aren't you?" He softly chuckled, pulling Kylian up in his lap for comfort, facing Hakimi.

"N-no, I just feel so... lonely. Especially when you're with her." Sniffled Kylian.

"Shh, come here." He wrapped his hands around the man's waist and embraced him tightly.

"Promise you won't leave me, even when she... she comes here" said Kylian softly, resting his head on Hakimi's shoulder.

"I won't, I promise." He kissed Kylian's temple.

"A-and about a girlfriend... of course I have you. But I want more than a friendship. I want to feel in love, you know?" explained Kylian, the wine helping him to open up.

"But Ky- you don't need anyone. With your status it's hard to find someone who's honest, you know. And what do you need a girlfriend for anyways. Be in love with me." Joked Hakimi, causing Kylian to break out of his embrace and face him, giving him an annoyed stare.

"You don't get it. I want to kiss, I want it to be romantic. I can't do that with you." Huffed Kylian.

"Who said you couldn't?"

"What?"

"Yeah. If you feel the need to be with someone so bad, be with me. Y-you know, just so you don't feel lonely at times, otherwise you'll just get used by some girl out there and boom, all of a sudden she's pregnant with Kylian Mbappé's baby."

Maybe it was the wine talking, maybe it was his heart, but Hakimi said those words with no hesitation what so ever.

"You... you don't mean that, Achraf. Don't say things you will regret tomorrow."

"I do mean it. Don't think about tomorrow. Listen to what I'm telling you now, Ky." The grip on his thighs tightened.

"You are- you're gonna let me do whatever I want, just so I don't go fuck a random girl, Arra?" Questioned Kylian, confusion written all over his face.

Achraf shut his eyes closed in slight hesitation, fearing the actions that he might regret later. He shouldn't do this, he knows he shouldn't do this.

"Kylian, answer me truthfully..." he whispered, tone silent and voice dropped to an octave lower.

"Hmm?" Answered Kylian, holding the eye contact.

"If I said yes to your previous question, what would you... uhm, do?" He asked hesitantly.

"Kiss you. I would kiss you, Arra." Said Kylian, his eyes flicking to Achraf's lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Kylian nodded, their faces meeting a closeness, that they were already used to. Breath on breath, nose brushing against nose. Their heart rates syncing up, beating loudly against eachother.

"What are you waiting for then?"

As if that was the only confirmation that Kylian wanted to hear, he smashed his lips against his friend's.

Achraf gasped silently, shocked at the awaited, but still unexpected kiss. The French man's incredibly soft lips were suddenly moving against his own.

But once Kylian noticed, that his friend wasn't kissing back he pulled away.

"God! I am- I am so sorry, I am like... so drunk right now, Achraf. I won't-"

Without letting his friend finish his sentence, Achraf pulled Kylian back to him, softly pressing Kylian's lips against his own. Their bodies glued together heatedly against the couch, breathing heavily.

Achraf ran his tongue over his friend's warm lips, as they slightly parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside. This caused Kylian to let out a sigh in pleasure.

Achraf could feel Kylian's fingers slowly creep against his hair, tugging softly as they breathed each other in. Achraf's hips bucked into his friend's, as a response, causing Kylian to let out a whine.

The warmth that grew in their chests was unexplainable. Achraf, that was so used to kissing his wife's soft lips, was now feeling a 5 o'clock shadow slightly scratching his soft skin and rough hands pulling on his hair. That new feeling caught his body was on fire, his lips were hungry for more and his heart was aching to have the latter as his own.

Kylian on the other hand, could barely think. Lost deeply into his friend's scent, his mind went blank. His mind was blank, yet his whole body was burning up, the same as the Moroccan's. The only thing he could do is stay relaxed and to let his friend take control.

Which he did. Hakimi lifted Kylian slightly by his thighs, in hopes of getting even closer. Their crotches brushed against each other causing the two men to groan against their own lips.

"God, Ky..." Hakimi pulled away, so they could catch their breaths.

"...you're going to be the death of me."