Just a Fuck Buddy

Ljubavi

"This match may be the determiner of us in the copa del rey. I want a good match. No messing around," Mourinho did his best at a motivational speech. Sergio slyly stood behind Luka sliding his hand into Luka's pocket.

"Sergio," Luka giggled swatting at his shoulder. They'd grown impossibly closer since their scare in Sergio's apartment. They'd been having sex like addicts and it was constant and hot. Luka had to always have his long sleeves on including in practice because Sergio left millions of marks.

"These guys," Sergio whispered to Luka once Mourinho had finished, "This place. It is a lot."

Luka furrowed his brows, "The stadium?"

"The fans," Sergio corrected.

"Well I've got you," Luka grinned.

'I want him,' Sergio looked away beaming.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Benzema questioned.

"Am I not allowed to be happy? I mean I get Mourinho is here but," Sergio joked lightly as they lined up.

"You've got that look of love in your eyes," Benzema chuckled lightly, "Hell I didn't think you were capable of loving anyone but yourself."

'Love,' Sergio thought he'd puke his guys out, 'What's he on about? I could never love a man.' Too wrapped up in his thoughts Sergio almost missed everyone running out. The thought kept nagging at him throughout the game. Whenever there was any issue revolving Luka it seemed Sergio couldn't control his thoughts.

'I like his body. His laugh is cute. He's entirely cute. I hope no one finds him cute as well. No. He deserves someone. But I can't share,' Sergio was spiraling. That was when he spotted most of the two teams shoving each other around.

Specifically Sergio saw Luka getting shoved around by Brazilian Dani Alves. He towered over Luka and he seemed to be passionately yelling at him. Luka's eyes went wide at the words being spoken to him and he turned and walked off cursing.

"Luka what's happened?" Sergio rushed over ready to lunge at Alves.

"Esta bien Sergio," Luka's voice was surprisingly quiet in fact it came out weak. Luka held Sergio's shoulders to keep him from involving himself.

"What happened?" Sergio looked down at the shaken Luka.

"He told me to 'Go back to Croatia.' And he said it in Spanish so I would understand what he was saying. But Sergio please don't do anything this is our chance to go ahead," Luka was tired and simply shook his head.

"I have to do something," Sergio tried to speak up but by that time the situation had been diffused and everyone was walking back.

"It's okay Sergio. I'm alright," Luka walked back with a forced smile on his face. Sergio was pissed. The anger within him boiled.

Something from deep within him was emerging the anger and egoism that always was there. And Sergio suddenly had nothing on his mind other than taking down Alves and disrespecting him ten times worse. Sergio was determined for revenge.

The opposing team set up for a free kick. Without thinking Sergio went full speed at Alves. The second he got to Alves' with the ball he slid directly into Alves' shin with an open boot. With a scream that could most likely be heard in tv Alves went down clutching at his leg.

"Voltar para o Brasil (Return to Brazil)," Sergio spat as he towered over Alves. The ref came running over to give Sergio a red card to which Sergio simply shook his head angrily at.

"Why don't you open your eyes huh ref," He waved a hand at the ref before walking off the field. But not before catching a glimpse at Luka who looked at him longingly. That was when Sergio knew he did the right thing. Luka deserved a safe place to play futbol and Sergio would create it.