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asdlkjfn after reading your 'show me your dick' fic i've been thinking a stupid amount about all of ur au's in that sitation like "look we haven't actually had sex in three weeks and i'm loosing my mind about it" and it's kind of hilarious. weridly i feel like hotjock david would be the worst at dealing with that purely bc sports = horny

david is thirsty on main for his confused boyfriend at all times. i have some thots

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

“Oh, fuck off,” David said, going for teasing, but landing somewhere a little bit meaner than he intended.

Leonie leaned back and raised an eyebrow. She lifted her drink up slowly, eyeing him like she was disappointed and a little bit unimpressed, and David wanted to simmer and apologize at the same time he wanted to bare his teeth. “Someone’s a little feisty tonight,” she says, glowering. “Need to get laid? Something to take the edge off?” She asks and takes a drink still watching him. Sara laughs behind her into her hand.

“That’s none of your business,” David responds.

“So you do?” Leonie asks and smirks. “You and lover-boy not doing too well?”

David looks over her shoulder to where Matteo is laughing with a couple of his friends in the other corner and tries not to stare too long at the way he throws his head back at one point. Or the way his legs look in those jeans.

“We’re doing fine. Great, even,” he says. “We’re just a little bit busy right now.” He shrugs, hoping to change the subject and not think about the fact that him and his insanely hot boyfriend who he loves very much haven’t had sex in at least three weeks if he was counting right. Which he was.

It just got out of hand, he thinks to himself. He spent one weekend going up to visit his godmother and then when he got back, Matteo had a cold and wouldn’t let David anywhere in his sneezing radius for at least eight days, which was torture for David who just wanted to coo and baby his sick and whiny boyfriend for a little while. And then there was David’s project he had to finish, which completely swamped him for a week. And then Matteo was going out of town to visit his aunt with his mom and when he got back, there was some sort of crisis with some guy named Abdi that took like three days to deal with. Something to do with some girl. David honestly didn’t pay attention. He thinks he blacked out through the explanation in a frustration induced dream when Matteo said he had to postpone their date to the next weekend, and all he could think about was how this Abdi guy better invite them to his fucking wedding to this girl if it meant he wasn’t going to see his boyfriend for another four days. And then there was his big match tonight against their city rivals.

And tonight, David thought they would finally get a second alone together, but Matteo had looked at him with big eyes and asked why he didn’t want to celebrate the match win with his team. David was more than happy to leave the guys in his dust as he he dragged Matteo back to his place for some quality time, but David tries not to discourage him when he’s feeling social for social’s sake. So here they were, with David having to physically remove himself from Matteo’s company in hopes to not jump his bones at any given moment and snapping at his friends because he had too much pent up energy that apparently the football field couldn’t get rid of.

Leonie was looking at him like he had all said that out loud. And David honestly wouldn’t put it past himself at this point to do just that. He’s been thinking about Matteo shirtless for like seventeen straight hours at this point and going a little cross eyed because of it.

“Well,” Leonie drawls out slowly. “I can’t get you laid, but I can get you drunk. So shots?” And David agrees because he’s past desperate at this point.

Within thirty minutes, he’s totally and completely plastered.

“Oh, look who it is!” Sara yells, and giggles, and then hiccups into her wrist. She bounces up and throws herself onto Matteo, who catches her with a shocked expression.

“Uh, hey. Sara. You good?” He asks, and Sara laughs brightly again and nods. He goes to let her go, but she trips over her own feet. So he holds firmly onto her elbow to make sure she stays upright.

“I’ll take her,” Leonie said, who was faring much better than the rest of them, which was entirely unfair if you asked David. She took just as many shots as them and is, like, a foot shorter than him. So really the room should be spinning just as much for her as him, but she was still standing with a pose and sophistication that perplexed David constantly. “You can take him,” she says, and pushes David off of her shoulder, and he collides into Matteo’s side, which he would have been a little put out about. But it was Matteo! His sweet and darling Matteo who was looking at him with his big and dreamy eyes, and oh gosh, he was pretty. So, so pretty. How did he get someone as pretty as Matteo to want to hang out with him constantly? He really didn’t know besides the fact that the universe was really looking out for him. David could just kiss him-

“David,” Matteo says and shakes him a little. “Ready to go home?”

“What?” David asks, not really catching the question, too busy staring at the shape of Matteo’s mouth when he says his name. Because he’s really got such a pretty mouth, and it would be so much prettier if he would just kiss David like he really, really, really wanted him to do right now. But, wait. Matteo was saying something to him. Focus, David. Focus. “Home? Yes.”

“Okay,” Matteo says and says something to the girls. David waves over his shoulder when Matteo pulls him along because he doesn’t want to be rude at the same time he’s trying to memorize the notch in Matteo’s nose because it was just so cute. David really just couldn’t deal with how adorable Matteo’s nose was right now.

“You feeling okay there?” Matteo asks with a little bit of a chuckle as David sways into him when they get out onto the street.

“Okay? I’m feeling great! I feel so good, baby. So good,” David responds and leans into Matteo’s side a little bit more as they’re walking. Probably a little bit more than he needed to, but he was trying to suck some of the heat out of Matteo’s skin at the same time he was trying to soak in the attention. “Are you feeling good? I hope you’re feeling good. I hope you’re always feeling good. Do you know you make me feel good? No- not good, great! I feel great with you. Do you know that?”

“I didn’t realize you talked this much when you’re drunk,” Matteo says instead of answering his question, which wasn’t very nice. David pouts. He wants to make sure that Matteo knows that he feels good with him. Doesn’t Matteo know that?

“You’re so pretty,” David says instead. Because that should work.

“What?” Matteo sputters out. He looks at him out of the corner of his eye but then turns to check the street they were about to cross before tugging on David’s wrist to follow behind him. David trips a little over his feet but catches himself before it got too embarrassing.

“You’re pretty. Like, so, so pretty, Teo. The prettiest person I know,” David says and nods because it was true. “And hot. God, you’re so hot. So hot,” he repeats.

“Uh, thanks?” Matteo says, though it sounds like a question. “You’re hot, too.”

“Yeah, I know,” David says smirking and laughs a little. “But you’re like- Wow, so hot. I think about it all the time. I haven’t seen you shirtless in like a month. I think about that all the time. You shirtless, I mean. Because you’re just so pretty. And hot. And I would just look at you all day if you let me. Will you take your shirt off?” David asks, super duper politely with his best puppy dog eyes because he’s so painstakingly desperate to see his super attractive boyfriend’s belly. It’s soft and sweet, and he’s soft and sweet for it. And it’s getting a little hard to concentrate on what his feet are doing when he’s thinking about Matteo without his clothes on. “Please,” he adds a second later. Because he was polite. Super duper polite.

“We’re in public,” Matteo hisses and pulls him along.

“So? I’ll take my shirt off if it makes you feel better. Just-” He goes to pull at the hem of his shirt, and Matteo grabs his arms.

“We’re in public,” Matteo repeats like that means anything. “You can take your shirt off at home.”

“Will you take yours off?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Matteo says and shakes his head.

“Awww,” David coos and pokes Matteo’s cheek where it was starting to turn red a little bit. And David feels proud at himself for making that happen. “You’re blushing. You’re so cute. God, you’re so cute, Matteo. And hot. Have I told you you’re hot?”

“You mentioned it.”

“Because you are. Goddamn,” David says, mostly to himself. He thinks.

“Come on,” Matteo says and pulls him through a door. “We’re almost back.”

And David has to stop thinking about Matteo in his boxers for a second because they’re going upstairs now. And he has to concentrate very hard on not tripping and falling down the stairs. Because that wouldn’t be a good look. And David’s already got Matteo blushing so his chances of seeing Matteo shirtless by the end of the night have gone up like 300%, but if he falls down the stairs, it will probably be down like 1000% because that’s not very sexy, he thinks.

They get through the door, and David asks, “Will you take your shirt off now?”

“Shhh,” Matteo says back.

“Shhh,” David repeats because that wasn’t a very nice answer to his question at all.

Matteo pulls him to his room and pushes him to sit on the bed. And oh wow, they’re on a bed now! This is good progress, he thinks. He’s seeing his chances go up more by each second.

“Can we have sex?” He asks all of a sudden because he thinks it’s good to have clear intentions from the get go, and he wants to make sure that everyone is on the same page here. But Matteo looks at him from where he’s leaning down to tug at David’s shoes like David just grew a third eye, so David thinks he might have asked that in a different language or something. Because he thought it was a pretty easy to understand question otherwise.

“What? No,” Matteo says and shakes his head. He looks down at David’s shoes to start untying them, and his hair looks so soft and so pretty that David wants to run his fingers through it. So he does, and it is soft! And fluffy! And wow, having a boyfriend is amazing! And his boyfriend has soft and fluffy hair! And is so pretty!

“Please, We haven’t had sex in like a month, baby,” he says. Loudly.

Matteo looks around the room like someone might come in. “Quiet down. Jesus, people are sleeping,” he whispers and tugs at one of David’s shoes. “We’re not having sex. You’re drunk.”

“Pshh, I am not,” David argues, and Matteo goes to take off his other shoe.

“You are. You keep telling me I’m pretty,” he says and pushes David back onto the bed.

David falls easily. “I’ll have you know,” he slurs out a little because oh wow, he didn’t realize how tired he was until right now. “I always think you’re pretty. I just don’t tell you because you’ll get mad at me, but I would! Tell you, I mean. That you’re pretty. Because you are.”

“That’s nice,” Matteo says. “I’m not having sex with you, though. You’re drunk.”

“What about in the morning?” David barters, even though his eyes are closing, and he’s a little sad right now because he doesn’t want to fall asleep without seeing his terribly gorgeous boyfriend shirtless.

“If you still want to have sex in the morning and don’t want to die from the hangover you’re going to have, I’ll consider it.”

David counts it as a win.

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