Teenage Dream • Fermín Lopez

Chapter 39: The Night of Nights

🎶 Daylight — Taylor Swift 🎶

After checking in on Monday afternoon at Gavi's, I returned on Tuesday evening to watch the U21s game against Belgium with him, Javi, Aurora, Cristo, Ale, Mario and his girlfriend Eva.
"Javi told meeeee, I'm so excited!!" Aurora squealed as I was getting some beer with her from the kitchen.
"Pshhh! You cannot tell anyone! We have to discuss how to tell Carlito first..." I muttered.
"Yeah, how are him and Fati doing by the way?" she asked and I sighed.
"I don't know, they were at the game and everything looked good, they were holding hands, hugging, kissing, but... it just doesn't feel like before somehow..." I replied.
"Well... I guess some people do grow apart... I hope not me and Javi..." she mumbled, now also thinking about her relationship that was going on for years too. I slung my arm around her shoulder and walked back to the living room where we distributed the beers we had grabbed.

The game ended in a 1-1 draw, and Fermín had definitely been the best player tonight, being a perfect midfielder and playmaker, Gavi was full of praise for his best friend and I felt all giddy and happy for him inside.

I would return to Gavi's house for a fourth day in a row, as Fermin wanted to visit him as soon as he was back in Barcelona on Wednesday and I had offered to cook dinner while the boys were catching up in the living room. It was mostly Gavi crying and whining around about not being able to play football for months, but it was the grieving stage he currently was in and there was nothing wrong with that. Football was all his life, people like him or Fermín had done nothing else than put all their energy and efforts into becoming a pro - at such a young age, sacrificing a lot of things that were normal for other people their age, like me.

After finishing up my roast chicken, Fermín and I got in his car and I finally had him all for myself.
"Hi handsome" I said and cuddled into his arm as he was driving me home.
"I missed you so much" he mumbled into my hair as he pressed a kiss onto my head at a red light. I really wanted him to stay over tonight, but we both were drained, me for not sleeping well since my almost all-nighter on Sunday and him after an intense ten days with the national team.
"How about I pick you up tomorrow and we spend the evening at my place?" he asked but I huffed.
"Ugh, I'd love to, but I have a test on Friday and need to study... How about Friday?" I asked.
"We're already flying to Madrid there, we're playing Saturday... But I shouldn't be back too late, I could still come pick you up..." he offered and I nodded.
"But you're playing, so just come to mine and I'll pamper you with food and love" I chuckled.
"That sounds like a perfect plan" he said and grinned. "Good night Clarita" he said before leaning in to kiss me.

On Friday morning, I got a good morning text from Fermín that made my start into the day a bit brighter, even though I was dreading my test later on.

Fermín ⚽️❤️
Good morning, how are you feeling today?
You're going to ace your exam later, I believe in you 💪🏼

Clara ❤️
Thxxxxx 😘
Feeling nervous, but I hope I can handle it!

Everything seemed to have gone well and when I returned home, I did my weekly everything shower (hair, nails, shaving etc) as I was very much looking forward to tomorrow and Fermín coming over. Maybe it was finally the day we would have sex and I wanted to look my best.

The game against Rayo on Saturday was an early one, the starting whistle blowing at 2pm sharp. Fermín wasn't in the line-up today, but I admired him every second the bench was shown on TV - how the hell did he manage to look so damn good all the time? We were down a goal and Fermín was subbed in at the 75th minute for Pedri. In the 82nd minute Rayo shot an own goal, being pressured by Lewandowski in the box and that allowed Barca to go home with at least one point. Fermín wasn't going to be too happy about that, but that's how it was.

He arrived at my place, dressed in his Barca sweatsuit at 8pm and there was already a mushroom risotto waiting for him on my dining table.
"It smells like heaven in here" he said as he stepped closer to kiss me.
"Sorry about today..." I said as we had sat down at the table and I was putting some risotto on his plate.
"We were missing Pablito..." he sighed and put a fork of food into his mouth. We spent over two hours talking, him telling me everything from his week with the national team and the past one back with Barca while I told him about uni and my mid-term tests. The quarter was ending shortly before Christmas and then it would be only studying as January was filled with exams.

"Shall we move to the couch?" he asked at some point and I nodded, taking his hand as we took the few steps over there. He slumped down and opened his arms for me to fall into an embrace, which I did. I cuddled myself into him and listened to his heartbeat, which to me sounded more beautiful than any Mozart melody I had ever heard.
"You want to watch something?" he asked, twirling the remote in his hands and I nodded.

We settled on Break Point, as it looked interesting from the trailer, but 20 minutes in, I couldn't think about anything else but Fermin's hand on my waist, touching my skin as my shirt had ridden up in the position I was laying in. I looked up at him and he turned his face to look at me too. Not even a millisecond later, my lips were on his and his on mine, hungrily kissing each other. I propped myself up a bit and he pulled on my hair, exposing my neck for him to leave kisses on. My hands travelled under his t-shirt, feeling his pecs and abs.

I decided to spice things up a bit and pulled away from him to get rid of my shirt, showing him the nicest lacy bra I owned. His eyes widened and he just traced his hands up my sides until he pulled me closer again. I sat down on his lap and rolled my hips over his crotch, letting a moan fall from his mouth. I smiled against him and continued kissing him, his hands now wandering to my breasts, tracing the lace that was cupping them. He moved the fabric aside to expose my nipples and he began pleasuring them, causing my breath to get quite shaky. I could very well feel his hard dick under me, but I wanted to feel him closer, so I quickly stood up, which earned me a surprised look from Fermín.

I opened up the button of my jeans and stepped out of them before stepping closer to him again and hooking my fingers into his trousers to take them off too. But he quickly put his hands over mine, stopping my motions.
"Clara..." he started, but I cut him off angrily.
"What the hell, Fermín? What is you problem? Every time we're going down the sexy road, you stop it, pulling an excuse! Why don't you want to have sex with me?" I shouted at him, his eyes wide open, looking at me surprisedly.