As Robert drove, Gavi played some loud music. He was clearly in a good mood, singing along and nodding his head to the beat. Robert, in a flash of unhinged inspiration, considered crashing the car into oncoming traffic to spare them from whatever it was they were about to do.
The chance to stop things was gone. A stronger person would drop Gavi off and formally end their relationship for good. But Robert was not that person. He was past denying it anymore. He didn't want to listen to reason, nor deny temptation.
What Robert felt was primal, an innate instinct. Gavi was beautiful like a mythological god, eager like a whore. He was forbidden to a married man like him and therefore all the more alluring. The more he knew he should pull away from him, the more he wanted to touch him.
Robert found a parking spot not far from Gavi's building. He followed Gavi into his nondescript building, took the stairs with him up to the third floor where the two-bedroom apartment he shared with Pedri was. It looked like a run-of-the-mill young bachelor pad, decorated just barely and plainly. The living room had a giant television screen, game controllers tossed carelessly everywhere and unwashed glasses on the coffee table. Robert still had enough good sense to ask where the kitchen was so he could pour himself and Gavi some water first. Gavi wasn't quite drunk but he wasn't sufficiently sober either.
To Robert's dismay, he had to head back to the living room to retrieve some of the unwashed glasses since there were none in the kitchen. "You can hire a cleaner, you know. Surely you and Pedri can afford it with your combined salaries." He washed the glass and poured Gavi some water.
Gavi drank his water while never taking his eyes off Robert. He grinned. "You seem nervous. What's wrong, never been with a guy?"
Robert narrowed his eyes at him. "And you seem far too cavalier about it." He glanced around the kitchen as if it would reveal clues for his next question. "Are you and Pedri a thing?"
Gavi snorted. "Nope. He's hopelessly straight. I sucked him off a few times though."
Robert didn't know what to do with that extraneous information. He poured himself more water straight from the tap and with his back to Gavi said, "If you change your mind about any of this, it's okay."
Gavi stepped closer and ran his hand along Robert's broad back. "I'll never change my mind. Haven't I already told you how much I want you?" He rested his head on Robert's shoulder until Robert turned around, cradled his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Ah, Gavi. How easy it was for the teenager to voice aloud his desires which Robert could only convey through kisses.
Gavi eventually pulled away and tugged on Robert's arm to lead him down the hall to his bedroom. He turned the light on but Robert immediately turned it off so the only light came in from the hallway, keeping the room mostly in shadows. Gavi reclined on the unkempt bed, shirt riding up on his defined, pale stomach. Robert hovered over him and kissed his lips firmly, then pressed his tongue into his sweet mouth. He glided a hand over Gavi's bare stomach before sliding his hand upward, tweaking a nipple a few times before taking his shirt off entirely.
Fuck it, Robert thought, now putting his dick fully in charge of his behavior. The boy was eighteen, legal, and more than willing. Robert wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. He ran his hands over Gavi's chest and downward, trailing wet kisses along his stomach before pulling his pants and underwear off.
Gavi was naked before him, dimly lit but enticing all the same. His cock was fully erect and Robert gave it a few good strokes before kissing along his pale thighs. Legs he'd seen day in and day out while training, now spread before him so obscenely. He sucked on his cock, wanting the boy to feel good. Robert should have known that Gavi would be loud in bed. He was moaning and sighing and they barely got started. Robert unzipped himself and pulled his hard dick out.
He got on top of Gavi, pressing down firmly against him as his tongue invaded his mouth. Robert wanted him, god how he wanted him. Gavi's arms and legs wrapped vice-like around him, desperate. When Robert pulled away from the kiss, Gavi said, "Fuck me, Robert. Please."
Pretty little slut. Robert wondered how many other guys have had him. Gavi reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled some lube out. Robert wasted no time in prepping Gavi, fingering him to loosen him up. But fuck, he was so goddamn tight.
"It's been a while for you, huh?" Robert said, now gliding two fingers in.
Gavi just moaned in ecstasy.
Robert couldn't wait any longer. He squirted more lube into his hand and spread it all along his shaft before roughly turning Gavi around to be on all fours. His perfect round ass was truly a work of art. He'd glanced at it more than a few times in the showers after games. Robert would eat him out if he didn't want to fuck him so badly right now. He gave his ass a firm squeeze and slap before spreading it and pushing his dick in.
The teenager really was so fucking tight.
Robert held onto his hips and pushed in gradually, inch by inch. Gavi was young, he probably hadn't had much experience and definitely not one of his size. He leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck a few times. "Do you really want this? Or are you just trying to make things difficult for me, you brat?"
"I do. I really want it," begged Gavi. "Don't stop. Please."
"Relax your body for me then, okay?" Robert said into his ear, groping each ass cheek. "Will you do that for me?"
"Yes," breathed Gavi.
When Robert repositioned himself, he found that he went in a bit easier. "Good boy," he whispered to him. And then Robert began steadily thrusting. His dick stayed rock hard as he fucked him, making the teen moan and cry out louder than ever before. Normally he wouldn't rush this fast but he wasn't sure how much time they had alone together. He held onto Gavi's hips, rough hands on his pale skin as he pushed his dick in and out repeatedly.
He shouldn't come inside Gavi the first time.
But he did anyway.
Spent, he pulled out and flopped down next to Gavi who had laid down on the bed completely, no longer on all fours. Fuck, that was good. Robert's sex-clouded brain slowly adjusted to the fact that he was in a teenager's bedroom. Still mostly in the dark, he could just barely make out a large poster of a football player on the wall. Was it Lewandowski himself? He considered teasing him about it.
Gavi turned and snuggled into him. "Robert," he said. "I have to tell you something."
Robert gently ran a hand over the nape of his neck. "What is it, beautiful?"
"This was my first time. You're my first."
Robert's hand movement froze. "What?"
"Don't be mad at me," Gavi whined. "I can't stand it when you're mad at me."
Robert blinked a few times, trying to find the right words. "I... I just thought that...."
"Thought what? That I was some slut?" Gavi said, lightly smacking Robert's bare chest.
"No...," Robert said, not sounding convincing. "You just seemed so sure of yourself."
"I was. I am. I did want you to fuck me. And I'm glad you were my first." Gavi wrapped his arms around him and kissed Robert's lips a few times in repetition. "I love you."
Robert kissed him back. The boy was so delicious. So innocent yet so wicked too. His large hands ran all along his body as he prolonged the kiss with more tongue, pressing into Gavi's mouth with desire.
He found that he was also glad that he was Gavi's first.
Gavi was his and no one else's.
