FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 11 :: Goal

The air crackled with energy in the club, a symphony of pulsating bass and flashing lights. The victory over Athletic Club hung heavy in the air, a tangible buzz of excitement that permeated every corner of the packed space. Gavi, his face flushed with a mixture of adrenaline and celebratory drinks, felt the rhythm of the music course through him.

Pedri, perched on a stool beside him, was a whirlwind of laughter and playful nudges. He'd been surprisingly vocal tonight, his usual quiet demeanor replaced with a boisterous energy that mirrored Gavi's own. They'd both been drinking, the celebratory cocktails flowing freely, loosening inhibitions and fueling the playful banter that flowed between them.

"You're a beast, Gavi," Pedri slurred, his words punctuated by a hiccup. "That goal... it was pure magic."

Gavi, his own speech slightly slurred, grinned. "You weren't so bad yourself, Pedri. That assist was pure genius."

They clinked their glasses, the sound a celebratory echo in the crowded space. The music pulsed, a hypnotic beat that drew them closer, their bodies swaying in sync. The heat of the club, the intoxicating scent of sweat and alcohol, the shared thrill of victory, it all coalesced into a potent brew that blurred the lines between friendship and something deeper.

Pedri's eyes, usually bright and playful, were now dark and intense, his gaze fixed on Gavi with a newfound intensity. He leaned closer, his breath warm against Gavi's ear.

"You know," Pedri whispered, his voice husky with the effects of the alcohol, "I've been wanting to do this all night."

Before Gavi could react, Pedri's lips were on his, a soft, tentative kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through Gavi's body. He froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden shift in their dynamic, but the warmth of Pedri's lips, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, it all conspired to melt his hesitation.

Gavi leaned into the kiss, his own lips responding with a fervor that surprised even him. It was a kiss born of shared passion, fueled by the intoxicating mix of alcohol and the heady thrill of victory, a testament to the unspoken feelings that had been simmering between them for months.

The world around them faded away, the pulsating music, the flashing lights, the chattering crowd, all reduced to a distant hum. It was just them, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally finding release.

As the kiss deepened, Gavi felt a surge of exhilaration, a sense of liberation. He'd been holding back, afraid to cross the line, but now, in the heat of the moment, the dam had broken. He was lost in the intoxicating sensation of Pedri's touch, his heart pounding a wild rhythm against his ribs.

The night was young, and the possibilities seemed endless.