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Victory is bittersweet.
Jude can’t seem to find comfort in the makeshift hotel nest as the late night settles in despite the scent interwoven into it. He should be overjoyed. England is headed to the semifinals! He scored two goals to make it possible, yet there is a tight feeling in his chest and a sour tint to his scent that makes it impossible to enjoy the win to the fullest.
Even the congratulatory scenting his parents gave him didn’t help the feeling.
He buries his face in a musky sweater in his nest, the one covered in the scent of Erling, and tries to find comfort in it. Erling’s scent brings peace, but with it, even more of the bittersweet feeling. Erling’s scent is everywhere in this scent, all over Jude’s clothes, and the dirty uniform he wore during the match.
Erling.
Just the thought of the alpha has Jude shifting and groaning as if he’s been wounded and left to die. He was foolish to think they’d never face each other on the world stage like this. He knew it even back then, when they were still on the same team, that they were destined for greatness and that they were truly something special together. He just never imagined that they would be on the world stage on opposite sides of the fight.
It’s foolish now, thinking back on it. They were never going to face the world together in football; perhaps it is reserved for their love and nothing more.
Victory is sweet, but winning with Erling would’ve made things even sweeter with no bitter aftertaste.
Erling is a good alpha, a good partner, because even when Jude’s team took the lead, he kept offering the omega reassuring smiles, even when the alpha’s goal was taken away. Never once did Erling show disdain toward Jude, and that makes this win even worse.
Even the post-match interview with Erling was full of praise for Jude, all sweet smiles and a scent that radiated with nothing but pride for his partner. His words were sweet and encouraging, shooting down every question that asked if he felt inferior for having lost to his own omega.
Social media went wild with that. They love Erling, and they love Erling’s love and devotion for Jude.
Once again, Jude lets out a wounded sound and buries his face deeper in Erling’s scent.
Stupid Erling. Stupid, sweet alpha with no malice in him. Stupid sweetheart of a man who has gained so much support over the course of this World Cup. He deserves everything, and now, he’s headed home after a hard loss to Jude’s team, nonetheless.
This is all Jude has ever wanted, and his worst fear, packed into one. Still, Jude cannot lie; he’s pleased with the win. All he’s ever wanted was to show the world he could push his team forward, and he’s done that, and he’ll continue to do that. He’ll show everyone that being an omega has no limitations; if anything, it’s the alpha’s that are at a loss currently.
Erling knows all of this, and he’s one of the greatest forces pushing Jude forward. Whenever Jude has even a bit of doubt, Erling is there to demolish it, just like that, Jude’s teammate earlier today during the match.
Jude cannot help but smile at the memory, even if Erling was shoving one of the omega’s own. They say a person’s football team should be treated like their pack and protected like one. Still, knowing Erling can body someone like that from Jude’s team so easily makes the omega smile and, honestly, a little aroused.
The arousal does little to fight the bittersweet feeling as it overtakes the omega again, though, recalling the moment Erling was subbed out of the match, and suddenly, nothing feels right anymore.
Jude’s instincts spark to life when someone opens the door to his room. It’s a big suite, but omega instincts are sharp, and nothing gets past them.
He relaxes, though, knowing only a few people have the pin to the room, and soon the scent of the intruder overtakes him and melts him further into his nest.
It doesn’t take long for a heavy, warm, protective weight to settle over him.
“Erling,” Jude mumbles into the bedding of the nest, melting further when the alpha’s teeth settle over his nape, threatening to bite.
“Surely, you’re not moping,” Erling mumbles back, pressing a kiss to Jude’s nape before nuzzling against it. “Tonight is not for moping.”
“I’m not moping, you’ve gone mad, imagining things,” Jude lies, jerking when Erling’s hands settle over his sides and gently tickle.
“You’re upset,” Erling softly points out, wrapping his arms fully around the omega now.
Jude’s scent turns sweet, happy that Erling is here, lying over him. Everything is right in the world again.
Everything but one thing.
“You’re going home,” Jude reveals the reason for his moping.
“Happens when you lose to the winning team, yeah,” Erling says. Jude growls in displeasure, and Erling dares to laugh, like the omega won’t suffocate him in the nest. “So, that’s why you’re upset, then, because you won.”
“I don’t know,” Jude confesses, turning to the side so he can see Erling. He makes a pleased sound when their faces rub together and mix their scents. This feels right, like home, and everything good. “I’m happy, but it’s bittersweet.”
Erling pulls him for a kiss. It’s a bit sloppy and uncoordinated because of the angle, but sweet, nonetheless. He kisses the best, with pouty lips and a tenderness people tend not to see in the alpha because of his size and ability.
“Well, I’m happy tonight,” Erling admits, kissing Jude again, this time, with a bit more intensity. He licks at the seam of Jude’s lips, and it’s the only indicator the omega needs to know to open his mouth. “You’re amazing, and tonight, you managed to prove that once again, so, yes, I’m happy,” he says, kissing Jude again, this time, licking into the omega’s mouth. “Nothing makes me happier than seeing you shine and people see your potential. Surely, you should know this by now.”
“But you–”
Erling kisses Jude again to silence him. One of his hands slides underneath Jude’s shirt, skimming over warm skin.
“Nothing about me, tonight is about you and your achievements,” Erling mumbles, latching onto Jude’s scent gland and sucking it into his mouth.
They’re supposed to be subtle with this, according to their teams, but Erling is out, so none of it really matters anymore. Erling seems to agree because he practically mauls Jude’s scent gland.
Jude makes a desperate sound, this one full of nothing but pleasure. All his bittersweet thoughts are gone, replaced with arousal and want. He’s slicking, and Erling growls, already smelling it.
Shit.
“Incredible, you’re incredible,” Erling praises him, moving his hand down to pull the omega’s boxers off him. He groans when the smell of slick grows stronger in the air, and his cock gets hard and presses into Jude from behind like it’s a weapon. “Two goals, two, shit, you’re the best one in this entire tournament,” he keeps going.
Jude spreads his legs and reaches back to grip Erling’s loose hair. He pulls hard when Erling’s fingers find the source of his slick and start teasing.
“Don’t tease,” Jude demands, and Erling just laughs in response because he’s an ass sometimes.
“Of course, you were man of the match, after all,” Erling teases before finally thrusting his fingers in.
It’s a bit rough, but Jude is slick enough, and well, none of this is new for them. Football is a demanding career that eats up the majority of their time. Their time off is short and usually spent together, but it’s never enough. So, whatever small moments they get during the season are usually spent tearing at each other and moving things quickly to get the most out of their time together.
Jude moans as Erling’s fingers thrust in and out of him. The alpha has big hands, and he’s a generous lover, always wanting to do his best for Jude. He aims to please, and he does just that. He’s a machine during Jude’s heats, fucking the omega whenever and however many times the omega wants.
Of course, it’s always repaid during Erling’s ruts because he’s an animal, and only Jude can handle him. It’s how they got together all those years ago, after all, one rut spent together out of convenience led to their relationship.
Jude nudges Erling back and gets on his hands and knees to present. He wants Erling now. He doesn’t want to wait anymore.
Erling makes quick work of his clothes, and soon, he’s moaning, rubbing his cockhead against Jude’s slick hole. He’s big, just like the rest of him, but it’s nothing Jude can’t handle. He was made for Jude after all, just like Jude was made for him.
“Erling, now,” Jude demands.
Erling puts a hand on Jude’s head and shoves it into the bedding. “I’ll give you what you want,” he promises as he starts shoving his cock in.
Jude moans at the stretch, fisting the nest as Erling pushes in all the way. His cock is so long, so thick, and so fat. If anyone ever knew Jude had such vulgar thoughts, they’d surely think he’d gone mad, but Erling just brings it out. He makes Jude something different, something better.
Erling is strong, he’s long legs and thick thighs that set a brutal pace. Jude is stronger; he braces and meets Erling’s thrusts halfway, making the sound of their skin smacking together so loud Jude swears the rest of his floor can hear it.
Part of Jude wants them to hear it. He wants everyone who wants Erling to hear it. He’s a little stupid and possessive, but watching the world fall in love with Erling is such a double-edged sword. He’s happy the world sees the great in Erling, but he’s also a jealous omega by nature.
“So good, you feel so fucking good,” Erling praises Jude, thrusting deeper and harder, like he’s trying to carve a place for his cock there. “You’re so good, all I want,” he keeps going, gripping Jude’s nape now.
He’s just as possessive as Jude, if not even more. He just hides it better, but Jude sees it. He notices the subtle ways Erling scents him during matches, during moments their paths cross. He’s such an alpha sometimes, and Jude knows that if it were possible, the omega would wear the nastiest, most visible mating bite known to man.
Well, not like Jude wouldn’t give him a worse one in return. One day, he will, and the world will finally see that their love is real and not some infatuation. People think their love will be short-lived because two strong, dominant forces can’t come together as one, but they’re wrong.
Jude and Erling will show them. They’re meant to be, and one loss on the world stage won’t change that.
“Stop thinking so much,” Erling mumbles, plastering himself over Jude’s back as his knot starts to form. He nuzzles Jude’s sweaty hair and licks at the omega’s nape again. He’s such an animal. “I can hear it from here, you know.”
He angles his thrusts deeper, trying to make the knot catch, and Jude sees stars. He spreads his legs, wanting Erling to fuck him deeper, to connect them already. They’re soulmates after all, legendary lovers. The future for them is bright and shining, and they’ll embrace it together.
“Thinking about you,” Jude reveals as his mouth falls open with a whine as Erling’s knot gets bigger.
“Oh, is that so?” Erling asks, hissing when his knot finally catches, and he blows his load. He’s sweet, though, and he takes care of Jude, making sure the omega cums as well and gets double the pleasure as he gets filled with cum.
Jude barely manages to nod, feeling like he’s floating with how full of cock and cum he is. Yeah, this is good, this is the best ending to an amazing, bittersweet night.
“I love you,” Jude confesses, like Erling doesn’t know and hasn’t heard it a million times already. He turns to look at the alpha over his shoulder, and his emotions must be clear as day on his face because Erling pulls him into a sweet kiss.
“I love you more,” Erling whispers once they pull away. “When you shine, I shine, and when you’re happy, it’s when I’m happiest,” he reminds the omega. “Remember that.”
Jude nods and kisses Erling again, whining into it when more cum gets fucked into him. “I’ll remember,” he promises, smiling when Erling wraps his arms around him again.
The nest is a mess now, and Jude has never felt happier.
“I’ll be cheering you on, so don’t let me down,” Erling teases, laughing when Jude smiles. “Really, I love you the most, so don’t be sad, be proud of what you did.”
Jude nods and reaches down to wrap his hands around Erling’s arms, melting into the touch. It’s all going to be alright. He’s going to give it his all and make everyone proud, Erling especially.