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Jude stepped into his hotel room, the adrenaline from England’s win against France still buzzing under his skin. At twenty-three, the third-place result felt like a small but welcome triumph after the semi-final disappointment. His kit clung to his lean, tanned frame, curls damp with sweat.
Cake and flowers greeted him on the bed—rich chocolate with thick white frosting and bright cherries on top. But the real surprise was Erling Haaland, sprawled across the mattress in shorts and a simple tee, long blond hair loose, one leg hanging off the edge, fork in hand as he polished off a slice.
“Erling?” Jude’s bag dropped.
Erling looked up with a slow grin. “The hotel makes decent cake. I got hungry waiting.”
Jude shut the door, laughing softly. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, of course.” Erling set the plate aside. “Why didn’t you come to the match in the stadium?”
“I didn’t want to look too desperate,” Erling said, eyes warm. “But I watched everything from here. Every run, every pass. You looked sharp tonight, Jude.”
Jude walked closer, heart picking up. “You watched the whole thing?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” Erling reached out, fingers brushing Jude’s hip. “Especially when it’s you. You had this glow out there. Made it hard to sit still.”
Their conversation drifted into playful, indirect flirting as Jude climbed onto the bed.
“You’re still in your kit,” Erling teased, tugging him closer until Jude straddled his lap. “Planning to keep me waiting longer?”
Jude smirked, hands resting on Erling’s broad chest. “Maybe I like making you wait. Especially after you helped yourself to my cake.”
Erling’s hands settled on his waist, thumbs stroking. “Only half. And only because I was thinking about you the whole time. The way you move on the pitch… those curls bouncing, that focused look. Gets me every time.”
“Yeah?” Jude leaned in, brushing their lips together lightly. “And here I thought you’d be too busy with your own things.”
Erling nipped at his jaw. “Nothing’s more interesting than watching you win. You’re glowing right now. Happy Jude is my favorite.”
The kiss that followed started soft and quickly turned hungry, tongues sliding, hands roaming. Clothes came off in a rush. Erling stood, lifting Jude effortlessly and pressing him against the wall. Jude’s legs wrapped around his waist as Erling worked slick fingers into his tight asshole, stretching him open while murmuring against his neck.
“Fuck, you’re eager tonight,” Erling teased, voice low. “Winning really does it for you, huh?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Jude shot back playfully, rocking down onto the fingers.
Erling replaced them with his thick cock, thrusting up into Jude’s asshole in one smooth motion. They fucked hard against the wall—deep, pounding strokes that had Jude moaning loudly, nails digging into Erling’s shoulders. “So good… fill me up,” Jude gasped.
“You take me so well,” Erling groaned, biting gently at his collarbone. “Tight and perfect every time.”
They came together in a rush, Jude clenching around him as Erling spilled deep inside.
Breathing hard, Erling carried him to the bed and laid him down. The half-eaten chocolate cake with white frosting and cherries still sat on the nightstand. Erling scooped some frosting onto his fingers, spreading it across Jude’s tanned chest and abs in slow, deliberate swirls.
“Look at you,” Erling murmured, eyes dark with hunger. “All decorated for me.”
Jude laughed breathlessly, arching up. “What are you—oh fuck…”
Erling’s mouth followed the frosting, licking it off Jude’s warm skin with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He paid special attention to Jude’s nipples, sucking and biting gently while his hand stroked Jude’s cock back to full hardness. The contrast of cool frosting and hot mouth made Jude writhe, fingers tangled in blond hair.
“Tastes even better on you,” Erling said between licks, voice teasing. “Sweet and salty. My favorite combination.”
“Erling…” Jude moaned, needy and playful. “You’re such a tease.”
Erling grinned up at him, frosting on his lips, before taking Jude’s cock into his mouth briefly, sucking until Jude was trembling. Then he flipped him onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and pushed back inside his slick asshole. They fucked on the bed like that—deep, grinding thrusts while Erling licked the last traces of frosting from Jude’s back and shoulders, leaving new hickeys along the way.
“You feel incredible,” Erling praised, hips snapping. “So fucking hot like this.”
Jude pushed back to meet him, moaning into the sheets. “Harder… don’t stop.”
They came again, messy and loud, collapsing together afterward.
“Shower?” Jude mumbled, still catching his breath. “I’m sweaty from the match and all this.”
“Jacuzzi,” Erling decided, kissing his temple.
In the bubbling tub, Jude felt another wave of happiness. He slid down between Erling’s legs in the water, eyes bright. “Been wanting to do this since the final whistle.”
Erling’s hand cupped his cheek. “Then don’t let me stop you.”
Jude took Erling’s thick cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly. He loved dropping to his knees—or in this case, settling in the water—for him when he felt this light and joyful. His tongue swirled around the head, taking him deep, hollowing his cheeks while stroking the base. Erling groaned, fingers gentle in Jude’s curls. “Fuck, Jude… your mouth is perfect. Just like that, baby.”
Jude hummed around him, working him with enthusiasm until Erling was panting and close. He pulled off with a wet pop, grinning mischievously.
Erling hauled him up for a deep kiss, then they moved to the sink after stepping out. He bent Jude over the counter, the mirror reflecting every detail as he spread Jude’s cheeks and slid his cock back into that tight, used asshole.
“Look at us,” Erling murmured, thrusting steadily. One hand stroked Jude’s cock in time. “So fucking beautiful together.”
Jude watched in the mirror, moaning. “Feels so deep… fuck me harder, Erling.”
Erling obliged, pounding into him until both came again, bodies pressed tight.
Finally sated, they collapsed back onto the bed, tangled in each other’s arms. Jude traced patterns on Erling’s pale chest while Erling played with his short curls, both smiling softly.
Jude’s stomach growled loudly.
Erling laughed, the sound warm and fond. “Hungry again?”
“Starving,” Jude admitted, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You ate most of my cake, remember? Though the frosting part was worth it.”
Erling reached for the room service menu, keeping Jude close. “Let’s order everything. Steaks, fries, more cake. I’m not done celebrating with you tonight.”
They ate in bed later, feeding each other bites between easy laughter and lingering touches. The night stayed playful, sweet, and full of the easy connection that always pulled them back together—teasing words, shared pleasure, and quiet happiness.