Just a Fuck Buddy

Just Friends

"Olé! Olé! Olé!" The stadium was going crazy with Real Madrid officially winning La Liga, lifting the cup up in the air. Benzema took up most of the teams pr and soon enough they were rushing into the locker.

Champagne popped open and sprayed over everyone in a frenzy. Laughter sounded loudly through the room as the celebration began. Sergio grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne just for himself and began to chug aggressively.

"Yo chill the bubbles will make you want to puke," Nacho advised Sergio who continued to let the liquid pour down his throat.

"Sergio you need to relax," Nacho grabbed the bottle from him aggressively.

"Nacho give it back," Sergio groaned out as some of the champagne dropped down onto his shirt.

"It's ruined," Sergio muttered drunkly.

"Stop being an idiot it's just a little champagne," Nacho said truthfully. Sergio stood up frustrated and took off his jersey leaving him shirtless along with some of the other guys.

"I think I'm gonna go soon. I'm not feeling it," Sergio dismissed to everyone.

"You can't miss celebrations," Christiano pulled Sergio back.

"Well then I want my drink back," Sergio muttered taking his drink back from Nacho.

'Just leave him,' Nacho mouthed to Christiano who was about to interject. Sergio sat back down on the bench his eyes fixed on Luka who laughed with some of the other players.

'How can he sit there so cutely just laughing?" Sergio thought to himself. Briefly Luka looked up catching Sergio's gaze. It was like the world had stopped for a moment. Luka's breathe caught and all he could see was Sergio. Then quickly movement returned and Luka had resumed conversation and Sergio to drink.

It was well into the night when Sergio was drunk and done with the party. He grabbed a new shirt and jacket and began to walk through the empty dark halls of the training grounds seemingly having forgotten where the exits are. As he turned a corner he knocked straight into a short figure.

"Mierda, aye perdona me," Sergio immediately began to apologize. He looked down to see Luka staring up at him with big blue eyes.

"Sergio," Luka spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry I'll be going," Sergio started to walk away.

"Please," Luka whispered as he reached out for Sergio, "Can we talk?"

"Modric," Sergio couldn't find his voice.

"Sergio don't call me that," Luka said whilst his heart broke.

"What'd you need to talk about?" Sergio asked strictly.

"This," Luka motioned between them, "I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

"Friendship?" Sergio scoffed at the term.

"I-" Luka began to talk.

"I don't want to be friends with you. I don't think it's possible for me to look at you differently," Sergio mumbled bitterly. He couldn't see Luka in another manner other than someone his body wanted desperately.

"Well what can we be?" Luka asked desperately.

"I don't know," Sergio took a dangerous step foward eliminating the space between them.

"I'm sick of this Luka. Staying away from you because I'm scared of what I might do to you," Sergio told Luka seductively.

"Sergio," Luka stayed still his body shuddering.