"Erling, what the fuck happened to your body?"
The Norwegian was in the shower washing the soap off his skin, the hot water hitting his muscles and relaxing them after such a thrilling match. He can still feel the buzzing of the roars of the Etihad after Güngodan scored that free kick and he did that header. They're just two matches away from winning the Premier League, again for the club but the first one for him and he just can't wait for it.
He looks to Stones, who's in the shower next to him and stares at him with incredulity.
"Yeah mate, you have scratches all over your chest and arms. I saw them when you took your shirt off post-match", and the English pointed to his body.
And then finally Erling seems to take consciousness of his skin and looks down to find, indeed, signs of scratches on the left side of his chest, under arm and even neck. He smiles at them. Stones raises an eyebrow over the reaction of his teammate, but he also thinks he should be more than used to the weird behavior of the blond man so he lets it go and continues washing himself.
And Erling gets lost there for a few seconds, touching the small injuries like tracing a foreign memory, all with the same smile still present on his face. When he seems to get out of the trance, he finishes showering as well.
As usual, he's of the last ones of getting out of the shower; the guys will say he likes taking his time with his hair and every part of his body (which isn't entirely false), but he actually takes another shower when he reaches home because he doesn't like how the soap of the dressing room leaves his hair.
So, the real reason why he always leaves almost last is another one.
He walks half naked around the room, the white towel lightly tied and only hiding his waist down up until his knees, his long hair completely freed and a smirk on his face when he sees the object of his latings.
Julián is rummaging through his training bag, searching for a t-shirt while he also is standing over there half naked, his back turned to the Norwegian.
As the Argentinian continued struggling with his clothes, he suddenly feels something pressing against his lower back and, more specifically, ass. He stops his movements short and then rolls his eyes.
"Moderáte. You know we can not do this here, any person can walk on us", and then resumes his activity.
"You were really good today out there. Seeing you manage all the long passes actually got me a little turned on", and Erling presses more against his boyfriend's back to show him how...happy he is to see him.
"¡Erling!", and to that Julián turns around with his eyes shocked and looking around to check if they were indeed alone.
When the brown haired guy turns, the blond doesn't waste time and takes his naked waist in between his big hands, caressing the sides of the cold skin with his still warm thumbs. Julián lets out a little sigh over the action as an instinctive reaction, the skin to skin contact with his boyfriend always making him go crazy.
And to that he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on the neck of the taller man, and lets himself enjoy the touching. Or that until...
"¡Aia!", he exclaims in pain and opens his eyes suddenly to put some distance with the other body and look at the other man with an indignated face. "Why did you do that?!"
Erling pinched his waist. He knows his boyfriend can sometimes be rated brute on and off the field but he never made him hurt like this without a reason.
"Look at my body! Is the least you deserve", and to that answer Julián actually takes the time to admire Erling's chest and notices the amount of cuts in his body. His face turns red over them.
"...Oh"
"Yeah, 'oh'. Stones asked me about them in the shower and now I'm more than sure that all the cameras and photographs got them. Quite field day must be Twitter with this"
"Lo siento mucho", says Julián absolutely sorry over them, and Erling can notice it on the tone of his voice. "I did not see they were visible"
He looks at the shorter man with a fond expression over that statement, and next thing he does is take the dark haired man's face in between his hands and kiss him. Julián returns the kiss more than joyfully and for a few moments they lose themselves to the feeling of their lips dancing against each other's.
The one that breaks it is Julián, asking for some air and even by that, Erling still searches for them even when he also clearly needs a breath.
"We should get dressed. I scored today so I'm getting payback for this", and the smile on his face makes itself bigger and bigger with each word that gets out of his mouth.
Julián looks at him rather scared over what awaits for his poor body tonight but he also is completely turned on because he never can say no to the body of the Norwegian.
So, with that promise being held on top of their heads, both change quickly and get out of the dressing room towards Erling's car. As they make their way to the parking lot they bump into Phil, who was waiting for an Uber and they ask him if he doesn't want them to drop him off, to which the guy actually thanks them for.
And the three men make themselves comfortable through the streets of Manchester on this Sunday's afternoon, the music of the radio being the nice background's sound to the chat between Julián and Phil and the smile of Erling over the warmness of the sun of spring hitting his left arm as he drives. But the the peace ends when Phil asks him:
"Hey, Erling, did you get a cat? Those scratches look pretty ugly"
Julián looks at his boyfriend with an alarmed side-eye and when he sees him smiling he knows that whatever answer he thought, won't be pretty. So he buckles up and gets ready for the worst.
"Yeah, I did. Is just that it's getting tamed because it behaves badly"
"Oh por Dios", he hears Julián whisper next to him.
"Awww, how cute! A pet is always great company", says the shorter man sitting at the back of the car, clearly answering seriously to him because he can't understand the satiric tone of the Norwegian's voice.
"Oh, yeah, you can be sure of that. And also yes, they're the cutest cat ever. One day you'll meet it"
"Oh, my family and I would love to! Like Jack's dog, it can even become a pet of the team"
And as Phil says that, Julián chokes himself with his own saliva and starts coughing.
Once they drop the Englishman off on the doorsteps, the first thing Julian does as their teammate gets inside his house is hit Erling's right arm lightly.
"You are going too far!"
"Oh, calm down, kitten. When we tell them we're together they'll laugh about it"
"Si, si, but also knowing them they will- will- make cargadas, jokes about us". Julián gets all red again and starts scratching the acne on his cheeks, Erling puts his right hand over it. "Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself"
And like that, he holds his hand the entire trip back to their house, Julián ignoring him with words but still making him know that he's not seriously mad at him by caressing his long fingers with his thumb.
Erling smiles over the small gesture, because he knows his boyfriend will always make sure he's feeling well. Even if it means holding the same treatment in bed, as a little payback.
But well, that's part of giving and taking in a relationship, and they both always laugh it off at the end of the day, while they try to catch their breaths in between the crumpled sheets.
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