Malejandro :)
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Mattia and Alejandro hated eachother.
It was a well known fact. The two had been fighting for the position of team captain of the school soccer team and when Mattia got it instead of Alejandro, the feud between them only became stronger.
On this particular day, the team had just lost to a rival school and the locker room was quiet as all the boys changed and slowly left.
Alejandro was fuming mad, he paced back and forth instead of changing, waiting for Mattia to enter the change room after talking to the coach. Mattia walked in looking pissed and Alejandro instantly got in his face; Alejandro was shorter than Mattia but that didn't stop him from shoving Mattia backwards, his words like venom.
Ale: that was your fault Polibio, we would've won if it weren't for you and your shitty play ideas.
M: oh hop off Alejandro, we lost one game. It doesn't matter, and on top of that, it wasn't my fault, maybe if you did your job as the defence, they wouldn't have scored so many goals.
Ale: oh really, so now it's my fault, even though you're the team captain.
Mattia rolled his eyes and turned around, opening his locker and grabbing his bag out. Alejandro stalked back to his own locker and did the same thing. At this point there was only two other people in the change room and they now looked at the two teens who were giving eachother death stares from across the room.
L: so ummm. if we leave, are you guys going to kill eachother?
M: fuck off Lucas, we're fine.
Lucas rolled his eyes but signalled to his friend and they left the locker room, leaving Mattia and Alejandro alone.
Ale: Fuck you.
M: fuck you too.
Alejandro took his shirt off and threw it in his locker, watching as Mattia crossed the room to the door.
He locked it, quickly spinning around to face a glaring Alejandro.
Within seconds, Mattia crossed the room and grabbed Alejandro's face, crashing their lips together. Ale's hands found their way to Mattia's hair where they gently tugged on the soft strands. The kiss held lust, passion, and anger as their lips moved against eachother. Mattia broke away, looking down at Alejandro's blushing cheeks.
M: It wasn't my fault we lost and you know it.
Ale: fuck you.
M: other way around baby.
Mattia smirked at Ale who only rolled his eyes.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. The two boys had been secretly hooking up after almost every single game and practise. They really did hate each other on the field but after the game, when they were both angry and riled up, they would take out their anger on eachother; in the form of sex.
Was it a healthy relationship?
no.
Was it going to end up crashing and burning?
probably.
Did either of them care?
not at all.
Mattia took his shirt off before grabbing Alejandro's wrist and dragging him towards the showers. Alejandro followed willingly, even though he was still mad about losing the game.
