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The gym was already empty.
The white lights were still on, reflecting off the polished floor as if nothing had happened there.
As if the shouts, the clashes, the constant pressure of France’s U-20 selection hadn’t stuck to the walls.
But Julian Loki was still there, even though his other teammates had left the place hours ago.
He was sitting, his back against the wall, his breathing more controlled than usual.
Too controlled to be normal.
“You’re still not leaving.” Hugo’s voice broke the silence without hurry, as if he had been watching him for a while.
“None of your business.”
“Everything is my business if you’re acting weird.” That response made Loki click his tongue, annoyed.
Hugo took a couple of steps forward, approaching slowly, measuring each movement as if they were in a match.
Something in the air was different, more… dense.
Loki finally lifted his gaze, and for a second, his expression cracked.
Vivian noticed it almost immediately.
“..Does something hurt, Julian?” The question came out lower than expected, as if he had to be careful asking it.
Loki looked away again, gripping the fabric of his shirt between his fingers.
“No.” He lied, the other exhaled through his nose, stepping a bit closer.
“Are you sure?”
And that’s when he saw it.
It wasn’t obvious, not at first.
But it was there.
Something that didn’t fit,
Something Loki was clearly trying to hide.
And that was enough for Hugo not to step back.
He didn’t want to wait for an answer either.
He simply closed the distance and, before thinking too much, wrapped his arms around him.
It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t exactly soft either.
Rather… firm. As if he were trying to hold something that was about to break.
The dark-skinned man tensed up immediately.
“What are you doing—?” He didn’t get to finish.
The contact was minimal, barely a brush.
But it was enough for Loki to let out a low moan, almost muffled against Hugo’s chest as his fingers clutched his shirt tighter.
The midfielder froze when he heard it.
“..Hey.” He murmured.
Something didn’t add up.
He lowered his gaze slightly, confused, feeling how Loki tried to pull away.
“Don’t touch there.” Julian’s voice came out lower, more tense than usual.
And that… that definitely wasn’t normal.
Not in someone like him.
Vivian frowned, not letting go of him completely.
“Why?”
The dark-skinned man avoided looking at him, pressing his lips together as if he were calculating what to say… or how much he could still hide.
But his breathing gave him away; it was irregular, short and quick exhales.
“..It hurts.” It wasn’t a question. Loki shook his head quickly.
“I told you it doesn’t.”
Vivian didn’t respond immediately, he just watched him, more closely.
As if he were putting together a puzzle.
“Why did you react like that?” He asked.
The question hung between them.
Julian just swallowed. And for the first time since Hugo had known him… he doubted him.
“It wasn’t… normal.” He added, his voice coming out lower, more focused.
The other only clenched his jaw.
“Let go of me now.”
He didn’t.
Instead, his gaze dropped again, more attentive now, analyzing him.
Remembering the reaction, the sound, the way Loki’s body had tensed.
“It hurt because of something specific.” It wasn’t doubt, it was insistence.
The forward tried to pull away again, but this time Vivian adjusted his grip just enough to stop him.
Not with brute force, but with intent.
“Hugo.” He warned him.
“Then tell me what it was.” Loki took a deep breath, as if holding himself back, as if any word would make everything worse.
And that… only made Hugo’s curiosity worse.
“..It was here, right?” This time, the movement wasn’t accidental.
It was minimal, barely a deliberate brush over the same place as before.
Julian’s chest.
The sound slipped out anyway, lower, but impossible to hide.
His body reacted immediately, tensing against Hugo’s, his fingers gripping his clothes tighter.
The long-lashed man went still again.
But now he wasn’t confused.
Now he was sure.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had just discovered something he shouldn’t… but had no intention of ignoring.
“So that was it.” Loki looked away, clearly uncomfortable now.
“Stop—” He growled, frustrated. “It’s none of your business.”
But it was already too late for that.
Hugo tilted his head slightly, observing him more closely, as if Loki had turned into something new in the span of a second.
“You’re acting weird. And that’s not normal… not even for you.” Julian let out a dry, humorless laugh.
“Congrats on noticing.” He tried to pull away again.
This time, Hugo didn’t stop him immediately.
But he didn’t step away either.
Because now… he was thinking.
And when he spoke again, his voice carried something different.
“..Since when?” He asked with curiosity. Julian frowned, embarrassed. “Does this happen often? And you didn’t say anything?”
That last question did make the dark-skinned man finally look at him directly.
“Who was I supposed to tell?”
Vivian didn’t answer, letting the silence settle.
This silence was different.
It was more… dangerous.
Because now Hugo knew.
And worse—
He was interested.
“..Hmm.” That low, thoughtful sound… didn’t help at all.
On the contrary.
It made Loki tense up even more.
“Don’t think weird things.”
“Too late.” His answer was immediate. And although Hugo didn’t fully smile… the intention was there. “If you react like that… it’s hard not to.”
He said it without shame, without a filter. As if he were describing an experiment.
“Hugo, stop.” But his words didn’t sound firm.
Vivian tilted his head slightly, watching every microexpression, every irregular breath.
“It’s not just pain. If it were just pain, you would’ve pulled away differently.” That precise analysis made the other Frenchman clench his teeth.
“Stop analyzing me.”
“I can’t.” Again, too honest. He took a step closer. “Because I don’t understand it yet.”
And that was true.
There was no mockery in his voice.
There was no clear malice.
Only… curiosity.
But a curiosity that didn’t know how to stop.
“What part don’t you understand?” Loki’s voice came out lower now, much more tense.
Hugo didn’t answer immediately, he just raised one of his arms slowly, giving the other time to move away.
But he didn’t.
And that… that was enough.
He stayed there.
Caught in between.
The midfielder exhaled slowly, as if he had just discovered a new rule in a game he thought he had already mastered.
“You don’t like it. But you also don’t want me to stop.”
Julian looked at him directly this time, but didn’t deny anything. He just… stayed silent.
Vivian smiled slightly, not out of mockery. Out of confirmation.
“..I understand a bit more now. You’re complicated.”
“Shut up.” Loki’s response came out tense, almost sharp. But he still didn’t move.
And that was enough for Hugo to dare take the second step.
His arms stopped surrounding the other’s body, and then his hands moved slowly.
Enough to give the forward the option to stop him.
But he didn’t, his only response was for his shoulders to tense up.
And finally Hugo’s hands rested on each side of the other’s chest, his fingers spread widely, making sure to take in every part of Loki.
The dark-skinned man moaned softly, even his hips lifted by reflex, jolting.
His hands gripped the midfielder’s shirt tighter.
“Hugo..” After murmuring that, his nipples quickly hardened, to the point of slightly lifting the fabric of his shirt.
Vivian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. Then, he exhaled slowly.
“It’s not just pain… Your body doesn’t react like it is.” Julian shook his head, but his breathing betrayed him.
“Stop…”
“Then make me stop.” He replied, without removing his hands. The other didn’t react, he still didn’t move away. “You stay…” He confirmed.
After speaking, he moved his thumbs until they touched Loki’s nipples.
The latter shuddered at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut while keeping his head tilted upward.
“I see. You don’t want me to stop.” He lifted his hands, causing the other’s chest to rise with them. Loki moaned again, louder.
“H-Hugo… Don’t be so rough…” He pleaded clumsily, his hands sliding down to the other’s wrists.
“Do you like it if I do that?” Julian hesitated to respond, but ended up nodding delicately. “..I could try some physiotherapy.”
“..Are you making fun of me?” He asked aggressively, frowning again.
“I would never, not even if my life depended on it.” He answered firmly.
“Tch… Then move.” Hugo gave in, still looking at him with curiosity. The dark-skinned man finally stood up from the floor with trembling legs, the other held him by the waist, making sure of his balance.
“You need assistance to keep your balance.”
“I’m fine, just let me go.” He pushed him away with a slight shove, then didn’t take long to sit on one of the nearby benches. He slightly spread his thighs before taking off his shirt.
Julian’s body was so defined, his physique so marked, his abdomen was perfect, as was his waist, so small compared to Hugo’s height.
Vivian watched him with a mix of curiosity and desire… He had admired the forward for a long time, his gaze lifted to his target, the other’s chest.
It was noticeably larger, his chest much rounder than normal, just like his nipples.
“I see…” Murmured the long-lashed man.
“Tch. Are you going to help me with your supposed «physiotherapy» or not?” He asked, more irritated this time.
“There’s no reason to rush.” He sat on his knees in front of him to have better access to his chest. Once again, he raised his hands, but this time they stopped at Loki’s waist.
“What… do you think you’re doing?” He asked again, but with a tone of disbelief.
“Ah, sorry.” He slid his hands again, this time onto Julian’s chest. “Allow me.” He began to move his hands in circular motions against his chest.
“I-it…” He breathed unevenly, trying to catch his breath. “It feels… It feels weird…” His legs spread even more, his back arched, giving himself more to the other.
“They’re fuller than normal…” He murmured to himself, continuing the massage.
“Mghm~” He moaned muffledly, still keeping his eyes tightly shut, limiting himself from looking at the other Frenchman.
“Mm…” He thought for a few seconds, then began to pinch one of Loki’s nipples. “What do you feel if I do this?”
Julian’s back arched even more, this time he moaned a bit louder, and after that, almost automatically, he covered his mouth, embarrassed.
“I see…” Hugo licked his lips, while continuing to stimulate Loki, unable to stop admiring his physique. It was so perfect… So defined.
He had to admit that it turned him on a lot.
Without thinking too much, he brought his face closer to the other’s chest.
He didn’t hesitate, and took one of Julian’s nipples into his mouth.
“H-Hugo! Wait~” His voice came out broken, his breathing still uneven. “No… Don’t do that…”
Vivian didn’t respond, and began to stimulate that nipple, licking it in circular motions.
“I-Idiot… You can’t… Y-you can’t…” It was useless to complain, he couldn’t complete his sentences because of the pleasure. “You can’t… go that far out of nowhere…”
“Your breathing, the way you tense up… Everything indicates otherwise.” While he licked one of his nipples, he subtly pinched the other. “Stop pretending you don’t want this.”
Julian kept moaning, it felt so good, he could feel how that pain was slowly disappearing, but the heat in his chest kept increasing…
A slight erection appeared in his shorts, he tried to cover it with one of his hands to go unnoticed.
“You can masturbate if necessary.” Loki frowned, embarrassed, his face completely flushed. “I don’t mind.”
“Nothing ever bothers you…” He replied. Vivian only smiled before continuing to lick that nipple with absolute devotion.
He kept going, until that nipple became too wet.
He pulled his lips away from Julian’s chest, only to realize that a small drop of milk was dripping from it.
The dark-skinned man sighed in relief when he felt it.
“So that was it…” He murmured, then quickly licked that white liquid, making sure not to waste it. “I’ll make sure not to waste anything.”
“D-don’t stare so much~” He ran one of his hands through Vivian’s hair, his fingers intertwining with his reddish strands. “It’s… embarrassing…”
He kept sucking boldly, until finally the white liquid started to come out more steadily.
Without hesitation, Vivian swallowed, making sure to taste it all. The flavor, the smell, the texture… He wanted to savor every part of Loki.
The volume of that chest decreased slightly. The dark-skinned man exhaled unevenly, more relieved.
“I hope you forgive me this time, but these are too good to ignore.” He finally said, then repeated the same process with the other side of his chest.
But this time one of his hands moved down to the other Frenchman’s crotch, without hesitation, he began to stimulate that area as well.
“Ah—ah~! Hugo…” He moaned, lifting his hips higher, hoping his urgency would be taken care of by the other. “Please, don’t stop now~” He pleaded, his eyes glossy.
Vivian obeyed, he kept masturbating Loki while stimulating one of his chests, he felt so honored to be able to make Julian feel good.
He swallowed immediately every time the thick liquid came out, it was incredibly sweet but at the same time warm, almost like chocolate milk straight from the microwave.
Loki couldn’t hold back his moans, some were lower, others scandalously loud. He began to bite his lower lip as he felt Vivian bite one of his nipples.
“D-don’t bite…” He asked, while stroking the other’s reddish hair.
“Mhgm~” He didn’t respond, still delighted by the taste of the milk he was drawing from the nipples. Until at one point, he opened his mouth wider and gave a strong bite to that nipple.
Julian let out a muffled cry, that mix of passion and pain was delicious. It would surely leave a mark.
That last stimulus was enough for the forward to finish, coming in his shorts, soaking them.
Tears didn’t take long to fall from his eyes, his breathing was still irregular, but the pleasure he felt at that moment was unmatched.
Vivian kept sucking, making sure to have a decent amount of milk in his mouth, then holding it there before finally kissing the dark-skinned man.
Both tasted that warm liquid, Hugo kissed the forward possessively, his tongue didn’t hesitate to fully explore the other’s mouth.
They both swallowed part of the liquid to keep kissing, Loki wrapped his arms around Vivian’s neck, clinging even more to him.
When their lips separated, Loki didn’t hesitate to hug him tightly, as if he were afraid that something or someone would separate them.
“I’m here, Julian…” The midfielder murmured, stroking the dark-skinned man’s back. “..Do you feel better?”
Julian didn’t respond, he was still whimpering softly while trying to regulate his breathing.
“I’m sorry for being so rough…” He pulled away from him, wanting to see him face to face.
“You better give me good passes in the next match, you damn idiot…” He muttered, frowning as he wiped his tears.
“I will.” He replied with a smile, feeling happy to have been able to help his forward once again.