NUR DIE SGE

Mit Dir (Gonçalo/Timothy)

Mit Dir

Timmy bites his lip when he sees Gonça walk into the locker room with a purple mark on his neck. Another guy during the night. His friend limps slightly. Another fuck during the night. He knows it's none of his business, but he doesn't like seeing Gonçalo prostitute himself for anyone overnight when anyone on the team is able to explain to him that it's a shitty idea... But no one does, and neither does he, because he can't accept denying Gonça's freedom, even if he absolutely doesn't like what he's doing. He would really like to be able to look him in the eye without thinking of him like an ass on legs, but he can't do it, let alone when the Portuguese changes in front of him, swapping his fucking tight jeans for, again, tight shorts and still his beautiful ass. He can see the marks on his legs, the aftereffects of a wild night where he can suspect that Gonça didn't sleep alone. Timothy isn't officially jealous. Unofficially, on the one hand, he would like Paciencia to stop dating so many men, and on the other hand, to be one of them. Timmy knows it's impossible, the portuguese is stubborn.

He goes home trying not to think about it, he desperately tried not to look at Gonçalo's body when they were training, but he failed. He can't lie to himself, the striker is handsome, and his body only sublimates all his beauty. It’s torture not being able to do anything when he needs to feel him like any other guy who has that right. Gonçalo is unfair to him, he’s pretty sure that André or David would have the right to sleep with him if they asked him. Timothy can only take a long cold shower, hoping that all his cravings will eventually die down. A lump forms in his throat when he comes back to his room, his towel around his neck, to see Gonça on his bed.

Totally naked.

Legs spread and lifted.

His fingers in his hole.

Timmy must stand frozen for a few long seconds on his bedroom doorstep, his hands figuring out what to do. Gonçalo doesn't seem to see him, but he’s aware of his presence in the room when he turns his head slightly towards him. He would be lying if he said he hadn't lived that long to experience this moment. He doesn't want to abuse the striker, but it's so kindly offered that he regains control of his body to slip back to his bed, before sitting on it, pushing Gonça's arm to be in between his long and tempting legs. His skin shines from the sweat, from the excitement. Gonçalo is a magnificent sex beas, and Timmy doesn’t think he can help but take him. He mentally thanks the Portuguese for his preparation, so he doesn't waste time trying to find a good balance for the striker, he’s happy to do the easiest in his eyes. Paciencia puckers his lips but doesn't stop him from coming inside him, Timothy can't really describe how he feels, but he's happy to finally be able to make his way through Gonça's body, to finally be able to make him his own, to finally be able to show Gonça how much he cares about him and is fed up with seeing him with other guys than him.

It's hot and tight, but it's so good. Timmy tries to contain himself not to hurt Gonça too much, but he does a little back and forth, the friction is attractive. Gonça collapsed into his arms before he understood everything. Timothy kisses him, running his hands gently through his hair to tidy it up.

"Why?” Timmy is forced to ask him

“Because I want to be with you, because I don't want you to be ashamed to look at me, because I love you Timmy."

"You didn't have to sleep with just anyone to tell me that."

"I know, but you're here now..."

The End