Today is the day. Espanyol against FC Barcelona. Battle for the title for Barca en battle against degradation for Espanyol. If we win were champions of the laliga. Not to brag but we played an amazing season. Still Xavi is nervous as hell. He won't stop telling us to be at our greatest. That tonight is a battle between live or dead. God that man is a drama queen. I'm standing in the player tunnel. Only 5 more minutes. Jeez Xavi's nervous behavior has transfered to me. My heart is beating in my chest. There is a knot in my stomach. Usually I'm not this nervous, but Xavi made me worry. I have to be at my best or he will sue me. My heart is beating at 100 miles an hour. But all my stress dissappears when a hand, his hand, touches my shoulder. He pinched my shoulder in a supportive way. I look into his eyes and at that moment I know. With Pedro beside me I can do everything. We share a quick hug before walking onto the field. Him behind me, like always. He has my back. The whistle blows. Here we go, now or never. We got onto an early lead by an astonishing goal by Robert. The whole team went crazy, the fans were going wild, even Xavi had a slight grin against his serious dispotition. The admosphere was wild! Not even 10 minutes later and it was 0-2. My boy Ale scored, assisted by my pepi. I ran upto Pedro, screw Ale. I literally jumped on him. 'PEDROOOOOOOO!!! '. At this point I was as happy as a little kid with a lollypop. The match went well! We won 2-4, were laliga champions! I can't believe it. I did get a yellow card, wich I'm getting used to. A player from Espanyol brutally tackled Pedro, wich I pretty much can't handle. Luckily that bastard also got a card. Only problem is that I won't be able to play next match, but Pedro is worth gettibg fouled for. Only Xavi thinks different I assume by the look on his face. Yep he's gonna kill me. Any way... a lot more happened after the match. We were celebrating our victory and ending on top of laliga, when a bunch of Espanyol fans ran onto the field comming for us. We started to ran inside. I was looking for Pedro. It was hard to find him in this hurry and with so many people around. My head was spinning but I needed to find Pedro. I felt someone grabbing my hand, tightly, leading me inside. It was him, he was also making sure I wasn't left behind. Making sure I was okay. The sweet thing. Anyway when we got inside a huge ass party was formed in the changing rooms. Music, cheers and a shit load of beer. I went to grab myself an Astrella too, but Robert took my hand nodding his head no. 'Papa please 1 beer! I'm 18 and we won come on!' I pleaded while looking at him with puppy eyes. 'Son no sorry I promised your parents to keep an eye on you, and also I don't want you to drink, you're hard enough to handle sober' he smiled. I pouted, crossed my arms and sat down like a toddler. I saw Ansu and Eric going to Robert. They were whispering something. After Ansu came to me with a beer in his hands. ' Here hermano, I spoke to Robert. You can drink, but only tonight'. I hugged him. 'Thanks Ansu!' I smiled. I opened my pint and went to the rest of my teammates. They were also drinking. I went to stay beside Pedro. When he noticed, he putted one arm around my shoulder, a beer in his other hand. He smiled at me, he's so happy. It's good to see him happy. Seeing him like this makes me happier than winning the laliga. Then his eyes fall onto the beer in my hand. Fuck he's gonna freak out. I prepare myself, but to my suprise he only lifts his pint to cheer with me. When we cling, we both took a sip. My first sip of beer and it's...awful. I spit out the liquid in my mouth. It's so bitter. All my teammates start to laugh at how childish it must have looked. I was kinda embarresed. Pedro noticed. ' Aye Pablito, it's normal you dont like it right away, you have to learn to drink it. And guys stop laughing. Especialy you Ferran, remember your first pint? You literally puked because of the taste!' Pedro spoke, with still his arm around my shoulder. Ferran choked on his beer, but the whole team were laughing there asses off. Xavi came into the changing room, looking like a happy little child. He wurmed himself into the middle of the group of his team celebrating. Wich resultid in us picking him up and throwing him into the air. He congratulated us all individully. He came to me, again I was scared he was gonna make a comment about the boose but he only looked at me and smiled. 'I'm really proud of you little me!' He whispered in my ear. This made me smile as wide as ever. Soon it was time to get into the bus wich was going to cross whole Barcelona. Hundreds, thousands of fans will come to look at us and cheer for us. When we got out off the stadium we were raided by a ton of press and news station people. I was being interviewed when Ronald, who was already pretty wasted stole the microphone to continue the interview. All around there were screams and cheers from my teammates being happy and living there best life. I was just appreciating the view, when I was hugged from behind. It was Pedro of cours. His arms around my waist, like always because his taller. His chin on my shoulder. He was already slightly intoxicated, but not at the level of Ronald. I smiled at him, he smiled back. I loved moments like these. There could be a earthquake going on, I wouldn't even have noticed. I was to busy looking in my boy's eyes. And again we are interuppted by Ferran. Choving another pint into my hands, also handing one to Pedro. Ferran was also slightly drunk, but still not yet on Ronalds level. That dude is something else. But on the other hand, even Frenkie is drunk, so be it. The bus tour was absolutely fantastic. I didn't even know there are so many barca fans. I know there are a lot but its weird to see them all. We sang, danced, drank... at one point I started to feel the alcohol kicking in to. I'm not quite used to it. Pedro was getting proper drunk and he started to get a little more touchy. With the whole team, but with me mostly. We was constanly throwing his arms around me, kissing my neck, whispering in my ear. Not that I'm complaing, ofcourse not! But its just that whole barca can see. This whole bus tour lasted a little too long, yet no one was really tired. So we decided to do a little after party at a club in the city. It was crowded but not to much it was actually nice and most people were to drunk to reconize us. The other ones decided to do shots. Robert, Sergio and Jordi all left. So we're mostly a bunch of irresponsible teenagers. So ofcourse I joined. Pedro did too altough he was already wasted like most of my teammates. After shots we al went to the dance floor. I was dancing with Eric and Ansu when I felt two strong arms around my waist, resting his hands on my lower belly. I looked back to see his intoxicated eyes. I was also drunk as fuck, not that I would mind otherwise, so I pushed my hips back a bit, put my arms around his neck and started to sway my hips at the music. Not that they're that loose, but I can do some Shakira moves. We're so close, his face burried in my neck. Every now and then I can feel him planting a kiss into my neck. Wich made me a little to much exited. He was too, I can feel his bulge pricking against my back. Ofcourse my drunk ass mind couldn't shut up so I whispered: ' Do I make you excited Pepi?' And with that he takes my hand and leads me to the toilets. He pulls me inside and pushes me against the wall. With one hand he closes the door, with the other one he keeps me in place. Not that I would go anywhere. He was horny, I could see it in his eyes but the truth was, I was just as horny. He looked into my eyes. 'Do you know for how long I've been wanting to do this?' He asked. I gulpted. He smiled one last time, before smashing his lips into mine. Kissing me passionately. It was rough but I could feel the passion. He tasted so damn good. It was a mix of pepermint and alcohol. He shoved his tongue inside, and I could feel his satin tongue explore every single spot in my mouth. I moand against his lips, wich resluted in him pushing his hips against me to feel any kind of fraction. ' You're so damn beautiful Pablo' Pedro hissed. He traveled down my jaw, neck leaving a trail of kisses. 'I want to taste every spot of you' He came to a spot behind my ear, he kissed it and I hissed. He smiled as he figured out my sensitive spot. He started sucking, licking biting certain spots on my neck, leaving dark purple spots. He backed off a litlle to admire his work. I was a hotmess marked by him. He looked at me wich such lust in his eyes he would wanna do me right here right now. But we both knew this wasn't the right time. So it was just make out like two love drunk teenagers. Everytime his lips left mine there was an emptiness only able to be fixed by his tongue in my mouth. We made out for easily an hour. We were completely out of breath, both a horny, moaning hot mess. Bruised lips, both tons of hickeys. I made him moan when I was leaving hickeys on his neck wich made me so damn proud. Even more proud than our win today. We went back to the rest of the team. Danced, drank, sang. Best night of my life. But then it hit me. What if he only kissed me because of the alcohol? But you can't kiss someone with such passion if you dont like that person right? Drunken words, sober thoughts right?
