FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

EXTRA CHAPTER 1 :: FIRE AND WATER

The loud slam of the door shook the apartment walls, like a silent echo of an approaching storm. Pedri threw his bag onto the floor without caring where it landed, his hands clenched into fists. Emotions surged through his veins, and every step he took was fueled by anger he could barely control.

— Really, Gavi? Did you have to mess everything up again? — Pedri spat out, turning sharply toward Gavi, who had just entered the apartment behind him.

Gavi closed the door, a cocky smile spreading across his face, the same one that always drove Pedri to the brink. It was a mix of confidence and that wild energy that seemed to permeate every move he made.

— Maybe if you stopped being so damn perfect, I wouldn't have to do this — Gavi retorted, his eyes never leaving Pedri's. His voice was low but challenging, as if what was happening was just a game and he knew the rules perfectly.

Pedri moved closer, almost face-to-face with Gavi, their breaths mingling in the tight hallway. He felt the tension rise between them, as if every inch of their bodies was screaming to break through the invisible barrier that separated them.

— Perfect? — Pedri hissed, his voice full of anger but also something more — something deeply hidden behind the facade of rage. — Maybe if you started taking things seriously, you wouldn't have to provoke me.

Gavi chuckled softly, but there was something wild in his laughter, something that sent a shiver down Pedri's spine.

— Oh, Pedri... — Gavi said, moving even closer until their bodies were almost touching. — You and I... we're like fire and water. But you know what? Maybe that's why it works. Maybe that's why I can't stop thinking about you.

Pedri wanted to reply, to release another wave of anger, but before he could say anything, he felt Gavi pull him roughly toward himself. Their mouths collided with force, as if all their anger, frustration, and desire had accumulated in that one fierce kiss.

It wasn't a gentle gesture, there was no tenderness in it. It was a struggle for dominance, a game between them that neither wanted to lose. Pedri responded with equal intensity, his hands gripping Gavi's shoulders, pushing him firmly against the wall. But Gavi was not about to give up, reversing the situation by pinning Pedri against the cool surface.

Their breaths were heavy, almost wild, with every move filled with anxiety and desire. Gavi's hands moved to Pedri's hips, pulling him closer until their bodies were fused together. Their kisses were chaotic, possessive, as if both were trying to steal something from each other that belonged only to them.

Pedri broke the kiss, looking at Gavi with wildness in his eyes. His breath was rapid, and his heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his ears. But at that moment, there was no room for gentleness. It felt like their entire relationship was one big game of who would dominate the other. And though he hated the feeling, he simultaneously craved it.

— You'll never give up, will you? — Pedri asked, his voice trembling with emotion. — You always have to have the last word.

Gavi grinned widely, brushing up against Pedri as if every interaction between them was a game of chess and he knew exactly what the next move would be. — Only when you're around. You make me this way.

Pedri ignored the words, though he knew there was some truth in the madness. Every argument, every exchange of words was like a spark that ignited something deeper in both of them. It always ended this way — violently, intensely, as if their emotions could not be expressed any other way.

Pedri pushed Gavi into the bedroom, where the streetlight filtered through the half-closed curtains, casting shadows on the walls. Gavi barely had time to react as Pedri shoved him onto the bed, pinning him down to the sheets.