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Chapter 45 - NEW
It was just before lunch and Lukas and Bastian were finishing their morning workout routines. While Bastian was recovering from his ankle injury he was inside working with the trainers, which meant that he and Lukas were together. While of course he'd rather be outside with the guys, practicing on the field, Bastian had to admit that he didn't mind being inside with Lukas. On one hand, it was extra time they had together, and on the other, it was nice, seeing how far Lukas was progressing. Of course it wasn't visible to Lukas, whose only thoughts were on eventually returning to playing the sport, but Bastian could see everything. Lukas was able to do more without getting tired quickly, he was able to coordinate his movements without thinking about them anymore. Everything was becoming second nature again, and Bastian was sure that it wouldn't be long before Lukas was practicing with a ball once more. Hopefully, with any luck, he'd at least be back out practicing with everyone before the end of the season.
But now it was time for lunch, and they were trying to figure out what to do. There was always the option of staying at the Säbener Straße and getting something to eat at the restaurant. It was always nice to get out during the day, though. They didn't really have any time to think about it before Roy Makaay popped his head in the door. “Hey, you guys have plans for lunch?” Their eyes met for a moment before they shook their heads. “Well, a few of us are staying here, you should come join us. Mark said he's buying.” Roy winked before disappearing again, not bothering to wait for their answers. It was simply assumed that they would join the group.
Bastian finished with his exercises and looked at Lukas, shaking his head. “We should totally ditch them, just for fun.”
Lukas grinned and hopped off the bike he'd been riding. “That's not a bad idea. We can go out somewhere else but keep sending them texts, saying that we're coming, and telling them to order for us.”
Bastian laughed and stood by the door, waving to Thomas, their physio. “I like your way of thinking.” The pair left the training room, walking down the hall toward the locker room. Of course neither of them were seriously thinking of standing up their team mates, but the potential was there, and it was rather tasty on their tongues. Unfortunately any prolonged ideas were stunted, as none other than Mark van Bommel himself came up behind them.
“Did Roy extend my invite for lunch? We miss you guys on the field,” reaching Lukas first, Mark threw his arm around the striker's shoulders.
Bastian responded to the comment. “That's so sweet, I haven't even been gone that long!” He grinned and winked at Mark.
The Dutchman, however, grinned back. “Well, I really meant that we miss Lukas. It's actually been kind of nice not having you around.” He winked at Bastian.
Lukas laughed at the comment and put his arm around Mark's shoulders. “I know, this guy's like a cancer, you just can't get rid of him once he latches on to you!” He winked at Bastian, who glared at him.
“You give up a month of your life, and this is the treatment you get. Fuck you, Poldi. It's a conspiracy, I say!” Bastian shook his head at the pair of them, doing his best to look annoyed.
“Hey, it's not our fault you're a Madrid fan,” Mark winked at him before pulling a laughing Lukas along into the locker room behind him. Bastian stood in the hall for a moment, now actually feeling slightly annoyed. As annoying as it sometimes was to be the butt end of a joke, it was also one of those little signs that showed that everything was okay. People wouldn't be laughing and having fun if things were going sour during training. At least the team were in good spirits.
He opened the door and entered the room, still pretending to be annoyed for the time being. His eyes first fell on Lukas, who was standing over by Roy and Mark. Bastian went over to join them, forgetting his annoyance in the face of three big smiles. “I've decided to forgive you two and join you for lunch.” He sat down on the bench next to Roy, who was currently changing out his cleats for sneakers.
“Oh thank heavens, what would we have done without his company?” Lukas grinned and nudged Mark, who laughed. Once Roy had finished changing out his shoes the group left the room, walking down the hall and towards the other wing of the building, where the FCB Insider was located. Mark mentioned that they'd be meeting with Willy Sagnol and Hasan Salihamidzic and Bastian asked Mark what they'd done to deserve to be subjected to a lunch with the old guys. The only answer he received was a cuff on the head from the Dutchman.
They found the other two already waiting for them, and Bastian sat down next to Hasan, while Lukas sat next to Willy. Mark sat on Bastian's other side and Roy sat next to Lukas, and soon they were all mulling over their meal options. Fish dominated the meal selections, and the conversation turned to the league and what they could expect from their opponents on the weekend.
“So how's the training going? Any closer to getting back out on the field?” Willy quietly asked Lukas, who responded with a shrug.
“Not sure yet, I guess things are going well, Thomas seems happy enough with everything.” Lukas took a bite of his salmon, unsure as to how he felt about his own progress. He supposed he was progressing, but it was hard to see progress when you were doing things on a daily basis and didn't really have the ability to watch yourself.
“He's doing great, actually,” Bastian interjected, a smile on his face that he directed at the pair. “Trust me, Poldi, it's noticeable.”
Willy smiled and patted the young striker on the shoulder, “see, if Schweini can detect progress, then it must be obvious.” The Bavarian frowned and shot the Frenchman a bit of a glare, but Willy just grinned and winked at him.
Lukas smiled through the whole exchange, grateful for Bastian's confidence but still not totally convinced. Even if he wasn't progressing much, Bastian would say he was, just because he thought Lukas would benefit from hearing it. It wasn't going to be enough for him until he was back out on the field, though. He needed the ball back at his feet before he was convinced.
“And how about you? Any idea when you'll be ready to come back?” Roy looked at Bastian, figuring that Bastian couldn't be too far off from a return.
“Hopefully by Friday. I'll have another scan Thursday evening after training and they'll determine from there if everything is healed enough. I hope it is, I feel good after all.” Bastian was eager to get back out, especially if he wanted to play against Monchengladbach on the weekend.
“Well, as annoying as you are sometimes,” Mark started, grinning at Lukas who nodded to the comment, before returning to Bastian, “I hope you're cleared on Friday. We can definitely use you on the weekend.”
Bastian smiled at his Dutch counterpart, though it was a little laced with sarcasm. “Thanks, Mark, you always know how to make a guy feel wanted.”
“Well, I do believe that was one of the reasons why they signed me.” Everyone around the table laughed at the comment, before a bit of silence loomed when everyone resumed eating. Bastian stared across at the table at Lukas, feeling quite good about everything. This was normal stuff, they were truly returning to regular everyday activities in their lives. His new bond with Lukas wasn't making anything weird, it wasn't making either of them feel uncomfortable or strange. It simply existed outside of all of this.
It was nearing the end of the day on Thursday and Bastian was sitting in the medical bay, waiting for the results of his scan to come through. This would be the deciding factor in whether or not he went away for the weekend to Monchengladbach with the team. He hoped he'd be getting a good answer. He wanted to play because they needed as many points as they could get. They were currently sitting fourth in the table (one point behind Leverkusen), and while spirits were high at training, no one was really happy with their position.
It wasn't long before the door opened and in walked, to his surprise, not the physio, but Lukas. “Got your results yet?” The striker asked, as he slid down to sit next to Bastian.
“No, still waiting. Thomas let you go a little early?”
Lukas nodded. “Yeah, he said he knew I must be anxious to hear about your scan results, but I think he just wanted to leave early. It's his wedding anniversary today,” Lukas remarked, which made Bastian nod and grin.
“Yeah, I second him wanting to leave early, then. Probably off to buy flowers,” the boys laughed and sat back, waiting together in the office.
“As nice as it's been, having you around this week, I hope you're cleared to train with the team again,” Lukas made the honest comment to Bastian, patting him on the knee.
Bastian smiled and laid his hand over Lukas', squeezing his fingers just slightly. “Thanks, and I agree that it was nice to be around to keep you company.”
Lukas grinned and was surprised to find that he didn't really feel worried about what they were doing, physically. After all, this wasn't out of the norm for them. No one would think twice if they saw this. The thought was rather comforting. Moments later and the door opened again and out came the physio that they were waiting for, who they were relieved to find looked quite happy.
He delivered the news that Bastian was indeed healed enough to return to regular training, and would be doing so tomorrow morning. It was exactly the news he'd been hoping to receive.
It was just after six thirty and the boys were next door visiting with the girls, having been invited over for dinner. Lukas was sitting on the couch next to Lena, who was making a bit of a show in cuddling up to him, grinning at Bastian, who sat by himself in one of the large arm chairs. Since Anna was still unaware of the changes in relationships, they weren't exactly able to make any obvious shows of affection toward one another.
Bastian thought this annoyed him far more than it did Lukas, who seemed to be enjoying Lena's attention. She'd asked him how his training was going, and how he was feeling lately. Lukas (though joking, of course) mentioned that things were going alright, but that miracles would need to happen if he were to ever play professionally again. Bastian snorted at the comment, which earned him a reproachful glare from Lena.
“We didn't ask for your opinion,” she said icily, before sticking her tongue out at him.
“Oh please! He's not even injured anymore! He's perfectly capable of doing everything on his own! I've actually been the injured one this week, thanks for asking.” He paused in his tirade to take a sip of beer.
“That's true,” Lukas said, “I've noticed his ego has been quite bruised lately. They did an MRI on it today, actually.”
“Oh really?” Lena replied, looking intrigued, “what did the results show?”
“Over-inflated, as usual.” The pair laughed while Bastian frowned.
“Remind me why I ever bother coming over here to visit?” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Lena.
“To be honest,” she began, pausing for a sip of wine, “I'm not really sure. Don't you have a home to go to?” Her grin was mischievous and a little predatory, and Bastian shook his head. At least his change in romantic partners hadn't changed his relationship with Lena at all.
“Oh stop harassing him, Lena,” Anna came back into the living room from the kitchen, standing by Bastian's chair and patting his head. “You two are like eight year olds with all the teasing you do to each other!”
Bastian grinned, “Thanks Anna. It's nice to know that someone cares and appreciates me.”
“Oh I appreciate you, Bastian,” Lena said, “without you around, my head would be filled with so many jokes that would forever go unsaid!”
“Before you two get into it again, I just came out to say that dinner is ready, so come on over to the dining table, I don't want anyone getting any spaghetti sauce on the couch.”
“Do you want us to wash our hands, too, mom?” Lena joked, standing up and grinning down at Lukas before grabbing his hands and pulling on him until he stood up.
“Hey Lena, I couldn't help but notice that Steffan hasn't been around lately,” Bastian commented, actually realizing it for the first time that Lena's usually often present boyfriend had not made an appearance in two weeks. “He finally get rid of you?”
Lena looked back at Bastian, a scowl on her face. “Rid of me? Are you crazy? It was more like the other way around, actually.” She grinned slightly before taking a seat around the table. “Do you want the actual story, or a bullshit one?”
Bastian sat down to her left, while Lukas sat to her right. “Actual story, of course.” He was a little sorry to see the split, since he and Lukas had been fairly good friends with the other guy.
“Well, about two weeks ago, I was out at a club and found myself leaving with some random dude. I realized, when I actually went back to his place with him, that Steffan just wasn't a good match for me anymore. He's too boring.” She shrugged and took another sip of wine.
“So let me get this straight. Did you come to this realization before or after you slept with that other dude?” Bastian was mildly amused. Lena had never exactly been the most morally sound friend of his.
“After,” Lena answered, looking devious again. “I think I even said something about it after the sex, something like 'I think I ought to break up with my boyfriend now'. So I called him the next morning and told him.”
“Over the phone?” Bastian couldn't help but laugh when she nodded. “I can't believe you broke up with him over the phone! Weren't you together for a year and a half?” Lena nodded, laughing a little herself.
“I can't believe she cheated on him before breaking up with him. You shouldn't encourage her, Bastian!” Anna arrived at the table with a pot of steaming spaghetti, setting it down and beginning to dole it out to their plates.
“Lena doesn't need my approval for anything she does, Anna. I might as well be amused instead of horrified.” Bastian grinned and winked at both girls.
“Yeah, that's a good stance, Bastian. Safer that way.” She winked back at him and they shared a smirk.
“Lukas, I don't know what you and I see in these two.” Anna smiled as she gave him a generous helping of pasta, which he replied to with a grin and a shrug.
“I don't know about you, but being around them makes me feel better about myself.” Lukas grinned as he answered Anna, meeting both sets of mildly glaring eyes.
The glares didn't last for long, though. “Well, Lulu, I bet I could help you feel even better about yourself, now that I'm single again.” She winked at him before glancing at Bastian, who couldn't help but laugh at the comment.
“I thought I wasn't your type, Lena?” Lukas shook his head but found himself amused at her comment.
Lena shrugged before answering. “Well, you're not my usual type, but perhaps I ought to lower my standards a little.”
“Oh, you mean you're actually going to start dating guys now?” Bastian interjected, unable to ever stay on one side for long.
“Hey, just because I don't date athletes, that doesn't mean I don't date guys.”
“The problem isn't that you don't date athletes, Anna,” Bastian paused to take a sip of beer, but Lukas finished his comment for him.
“The problem is that you date guys who look like girls.” He met Bastian's eyes and grinned, while Lena told them they were both assholes.
“And this is why we can't have nice family dinners,” Anna sighed from her seat across from Lena, and soon enough all four of them were laughing and calling a truce until dinner was over.
“What on earth are we going to do when Anna finds out about us? No more gourmet meals,” Bastian fluffed up his pillow before laying back, his eyes on the door to Lukas' bathroom.
“Is that all you care about?” Lukas emerged from the room, clad in just his typical underwear, wandering over to sit down on the bed next to Bastian.
“Of course not,” he replied, before grinning, “but you have to admit, Anna does make the best meals out of any of our friends.”
“True,” Lukas nodded, before wishing that Bastian hadn't brought it up. Out of everyone in the group, he seemed to get along the best with Anna, identifying with her morals more closely than any of the others did. There was no question that Anna would probably not understand their relationship, especially because of what it had done to Daniela. Lukas wondered if they could ever tell her.
“Who knows, maybe she'll surprise us and not care?” Bastian rolled onto his side, staring at Lukas. “Anyway let's not think about that, sorry I brought it up.”
“Yeah seriously, what were you thinking?” Lukas faked a glare at Bastian, though he was still thinking about it. Anna was very like his parents in the way she thought. If she found out and was opposed, could he possibly expect anything different from his parents?
“Wasn't thinking, you know me,” Bastian reached out with his hand, grabbing for Lukas' arm. “I know you're still thinking about it, so why don't I distract you a little before bed?” He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning over Lukas until his face was looming over him. “I promise it'll help you sleep,” he grinned, not expecting Lukas to object.
“I suppose, but only so I can sleep. Then again, you should be the one really getting your sleep, since you'll be training properly again tomorrow.” Lukas grinned back at him, allowing himself to get caught up in Bastian's plans.
“Well, we can always pleasure each other at the same time, you know,” he offered, leaning his head down to kiss Lukas. “It could even be a competition, see who lasts the longest.”
“And what does the winner get?” Lukas asked, thoroughly intrigued by the idea. It could be fun.
“Whatever he wants,” Bastian replied, wondering what Lukas would ask for if he won. He knew what he himself wanted, but he couldn't ask for that yet. It was too early in the relationship.
Lukas appeared to contemplate the offer for a bit, his thoughts along the same line as Bastian's. What would the other ask for if he could have anything? Lukas had an idea, but he figured Bastian wouldn't ask for that yet. Or at least he hoped he wouldn't.
“So come on, what do you say? Do we make it a competition? Whoever comes first loses?” Bastian allowed one hand to sneak down toward Lukas' thighs, excited at the prospect of the situation.
Lukas grinned and snuck his own hand down to Bastian's stomach, brushing over the bare skin there. “You're on,” he replied, before darting his hand out to grab Bastian between the legs, not surprised to find him already hard.
Bastian did the same, grinning when he felt how hard Lukas was. It was a good sign, his willingness to engage in this sort of action so soon. He really had thought it would take Lukas longer to accept the sexual nature of their relationship, but luckily he seemed to have come to terms with it fairly quickly. But now was not the time for contemplation, not when they both had their hands clamped around each others dicks. Bastian was determined to win this competition, and he'd do whatever it took. So he began by slipping his hand inside Lukas' underwear, running his fingers over the soft flesh, his thumb slipping over the tip. When Lukas moaned in pleasure he couldn't help but feel that he had the upper hand.
Lukas wasn't about to give in so quickly, though. He pushed his own hand inside Bastian's underwear, gripping him tightly. This really wasn't so hard at all, jerking Bastian off. It was something that every guy in the world knew how to do, and he was still shocked by how easy it was to do to someone else. But what they were doing now, pleasuring each other at the same time, this was new and exciting and he hoped they were going to do a lot more of it. It didn't leave you with time to contemplate what you were doing, it didn't allow you to second guess yourself or wonder if you ought to stop. You got off on the hand playing with you, and then you got off even more when you realized that you were getting the other guy off too. It was the greatest kind of link ever, almost like providing a beautiful assist in football. Even if you didn't score the goal yourself, it wouldn't have happened without you, and the person who scored it was always grateful to you. They always looked for you first, and when you hugged each other after, it was electrifying and sometimes it even got you a little hard on the field. But that was football.
This was like football, but better, because no one was watching you, so you could give it your full emotion and not worry about what anyone else thought. You didn't have to worry about anyone else noticing your hard dick against their thigh, because you were holding their hard dick in your hand.
It was awfully liberating.
Bastian leaned over Lukas again and kissed him, but after a few seconds he pulled his mouth away and instead started kissing Lukas' neck, sucking on his earlobe and pressing his tongue to Lukas' skin. He was rewarded by Lukas pressing his hips up a little, bucking into Bastian's hand. The midfielder had no doubt that he would be winning this little competition. Jerking yourself off didn't hold a candle to having someone else take care of you, and while he'd had years of experience with Daniela (and a variety of partners before her) Lukas barely had any. Bastian expected him to cave quickly.
Bastian had guessed right. Lukas was reaching a point of climax much quicker than Bastian, and he was barely even aware of it. He didn't really care, though, the competition was not even on his mind anymore. All he could think about was Bastian's hand on him, stroking and rubbing and grabbing and pulling and Lukas' hand on Bastian became nothing more than a mechanical reflex, a robotic movement that he was only still doing because he'd started out doing it and it hadn't occurred to him to stop.
Bastian could tell, by the change in the way Lukas was touching him, that he was so very near climax. So he upped it a little, pulling away from Lukas' head and leaning over his body, down between his legs, his tongue darting out to lick Lukas and swallow him for a few seconds, but pulling away quickly enough so that Lukas didn't come in his mouth. Bastian didn't let him go until he was sure Lukas was done, and then he laid there, waiting for his partner to wake up from his momentary stupor. He'd won, and he'd done it easily, just the way he'd thought he would.
Lukas moaned and pulled his hand away from Bastian, a sleepy sort of smile on his face. That has been wonderful, and he still didn't remember anything about their competition yet. He was content to simply lay there and doze off, more than ready for sleep.
But Bastian wasn't going to let him sleep. “Hey, wake up, loser! I won.” He leaned over Lukas' chest, kissing him on the mouth. “You need to go clean yourself up before you go to sleep.” He grinned and leaned on one arm as he watched Lukas open his eyes.
“Hmm? What?” Lukas just smiled at him, completely unaware of the situation still. Why wouldn't Bastian just shut up and let him sleep?
“Come on, wake up.” Bastian jumped up from the bed, wandering into the bathroom and getting a wet towel to bring back out. He threw it on Lukas' chest, laughing when his partner jumped slightly from the contact of the cold material on his skin.
“Hey! Watch it,” Lukas muttered, before finally sitting up and looking down. He glanced from his stomach to Bastian and back again, smiling and starting to wipe himself off. “Guess you won, huh?”
Bastian grinned and moved toward the bed. “You guessed right! I won, you lost, and now you have to do whatever I want you to.”
Lukas frowned and threw the towel back at him before grinning. “Sure, whatever. Can we discuss it tomorrow? I'm going to sleep.” He settled back down into the bed, pulling the covers up around his neck.
Bastian tossed the towel into the bathroom and frowned. “You're not going to sleep! In case you haven't noticed, you didn't finish your job. I'm still hard.”
Lukas smiled and burrowed his head deeper into his pillow. “Not my problem!”
Bastian couldn't believe his nerve. Was he really going to go to sleep before finishing him off? He supposed he could always make Lukas finish the job because of the bet, but he didn't know if he wanted to waste it on that. So instead he grinned and climbed into bed behind Lukas. “Okay fine. I've decided, however, that since I won, I want you to give me a blow job. Not tonight, since you're tired, but some time this week. That a deal?”
Lukas nodded, too tired to think about it any further. He had lost, after all. He'd give Bastian what he wanted, somehow.
Lukas was just relieved he hadn't asked to have sex with him yet.
It was just before lunch and Lukas and Bastian were finishing their morning workout routines. While Bastian was recovering from his ankle injury he was inside working with the trainers, which meant that he and Lukas were together. While of course he'd rather be outside with the guys, practicing on the field, Bastian had to admit that he didn't mind being inside with Lukas. On one hand, it was extra time they had together, and on the other, it was nice, seeing how far Lukas was progressing. Of course it wasn't visible to Lukas, whose only thoughts were on eventually returning to playing the sport, but Bastian could see everything. Lukas was able to do more without getting tired quickly, he was able to coordinate his movements without thinking about them anymore. Everything was becoming second nature again, and Bastian was sure that it wouldn't be long before Lukas was practicing with a ball once more. Hopefully, with any luck, he'd at least be back out practicing with everyone before the end of the season.
But now it was time for lunch, and they were trying to figure out what to do. There was always the option of staying at the Säbener Straße and getting something to eat at the restaurant. It was always nice to get out during the day, though. They didn't really have any time to think about it before Roy Makaay popped his head in the door. “Hey, you guys have plans for lunch?” Their eyes met for a moment before they shook their heads. “Well, a few of us are staying here, you should come join us. Mark said he's buying.” Roy winked before disappearing again, not bothering to wait for their answers. It was simply assumed that they would join the group.
Bastian finished with his exercises and looked at Lukas, shaking his head. “We should totally ditch them, just for fun.”
Lukas grinned and hopped off the bike he'd been riding. “That's not a bad idea. We can go out somewhere else but keep sending them texts, saying that we're coming, and telling them to order for us.”
Bastian laughed and stood by the door, waving to Thomas, their physio. “I like your way of thinking.” The pair left the training room, walking down the hall toward the locker room. Of course neither of them were seriously thinking of standing up their team mates, but the potential was there, and it was rather tasty on their tongues. Unfortunately any prolonged ideas were stunted, as none other than Mark van Bommel himself came up behind them.
“Did Roy extend my invite for lunch? We miss you guys on the field,” reaching Lukas first, Mark threw his arm around the striker's shoulders.
Bastian responded to the comment. “That's so sweet, I haven't even been gone that long!” He grinned and winked at Mark.
The Dutchman, however, grinned back. “Well, I really meant that we miss Lukas. It's actually been kind of nice not having you around.” He winked at Bastian.
Lukas laughed at the comment and put his arm around Mark's shoulders. “I know, this guy's like a cancer, you just can't get rid of him once he latches on to you!” He winked at Bastian, who glared at him.
“You give up a month of your life, and this is the treatment you get. Fuck you, Poldi. It's a conspiracy, I say!” Bastian shook his head at the pair of them, doing his best to look annoyed.
“Hey, it's not our fault you're a Madrid fan,” Mark winked at him before pulling a laughing Lukas along into the locker room behind him. Bastian stood in the hall for a moment, now actually feeling slightly annoyed. As annoying as it sometimes was to be the butt end of a joke, it was also one of those little signs that showed that everything was okay. People wouldn't be laughing and having fun if things were going sour during training. At least the team were in good spirits.
He opened the door and entered the room, still pretending to be annoyed for the time being. His eyes first fell on Lukas, who was standing over by Roy and Mark. Bastian went over to join them, forgetting his annoyance in the face of three big smiles. “I've decided to forgive you two and join you for lunch.” He sat down on the bench next to Roy, who was currently changing out his cleats for sneakers.
“Oh thank heavens, what would we have done without his company?” Lukas grinned and nudged Mark, who laughed. Once Roy had finished changing out his shoes the group left the room, walking down the hall and towards the other wing of the building, where the FCB Insider was located. Mark mentioned that they'd be meeting with Willy Sagnol and Hasan Salihamidzic and Bastian asked Mark what they'd done to deserve to be subjected to a lunch with the old guys. The only answer he received was a cuff on the head from the Dutchman.
They found the other two already waiting for them, and Bastian sat down next to Hasan, while Lukas sat next to Willy. Mark sat on Bastian's other side and Roy sat next to Lukas, and soon they were all mulling over their meal options. Fish dominated the meal selections, and the conversation turned to the league and what they could expect from their opponents on the weekend.
“So how's the training going? Any closer to getting back out on the field?” Willy quietly asked Lukas, who responded with a shrug.
“Not sure yet, I guess things are going well, Thomas seems happy enough with everything.” Lukas took a bite of his salmon, unsure as to how he felt about his own progress. He supposed he was progressing, but it was hard to see progress when you were doing things on a daily basis and didn't really have the ability to watch yourself.
“He's doing great, actually,” Bastian interjected, a smile on his face that he directed at the pair. “Trust me, Poldi, it's noticeable.”
Willy smiled and patted the young striker on the shoulder, “see, if Schweini can detect progress, then it must be obvious.” The Bavarian frowned and shot the Frenchman a bit of a glare, but Willy just grinned and winked at him.
Lukas smiled through the whole exchange, grateful for Bastian's confidence but still not totally convinced. Even if he wasn't progressing much, Bastian would say he was, just because he thought Lukas would benefit from hearing it. It wasn't going to be enough for him until he was back out on the field, though. He needed the ball back at his feet before he was convinced.
“And how about you? Any idea when you'll be ready to come back?” Roy looked at Bastian, figuring that Bastian couldn't be too far off from a return.
“Hopefully by Friday. I'll have another scan Thursday evening after training and they'll determine from there if everything is healed enough. I hope it is, I feel good after all.” Bastian was eager to get back out, especially if he wanted to play against Monchengladbach on the weekend.
“Well, as annoying as you are sometimes,” Mark started, grinning at Lukas who nodded to the comment, before returning to Bastian, “I hope you're cleared on Friday. We can definitely use you on the weekend.”
Bastian smiled at his Dutch counterpart, though it was a little laced with sarcasm. “Thanks, Mark, you always know how to make a guy feel wanted.”
“Well, I do believe that was one of the reasons why they signed me.” Everyone around the table laughed at the comment, before a bit of silence loomed when everyone resumed eating. Bastian stared across at the table at Lukas, feeling quite good about everything. This was normal stuff, they were truly returning to regular everyday activities in their lives. His new bond with Lukas wasn't making anything weird, it wasn't making either of them feel uncomfortable or strange. It simply existed outside of all of this.
It was nearing the end of the day on Thursday and Bastian was sitting in the medical bay, waiting for the results of his scan to come through. This would be the deciding factor in whether or not he went away for the weekend to Monchengladbach with the team. He hoped he'd be getting a good answer. He wanted to play because they needed as many points as they could get. They were currently sitting fourth in the table (one point behind Leverkusen), and while spirits were high at training, no one was really happy with their position.
It wasn't long before the door opened and in walked, to his surprise, not the physio, but Lukas. “Got your results yet?” The striker asked, as he slid down to sit next to Bastian.
“No, still waiting. Thomas let you go a little early?”
Lukas nodded. “Yeah, he said he knew I must be anxious to hear about your scan results, but I think he just wanted to leave early. It's his wedding anniversary today,” Lukas remarked, which made Bastian nod and grin.
“Yeah, I second him wanting to leave early, then. Probably off to buy flowers,” the boys laughed and sat back, waiting together in the office.
“As nice as it's been, having you around this week, I hope you're cleared to train with the team again,” Lukas made the honest comment to Bastian, patting him on the knee.
Bastian smiled and laid his hand over Lukas', squeezing his fingers just slightly. “Thanks, and I agree that it was nice to be around to keep you company.”
Lukas grinned and was surprised to find that he didn't really feel worried about what they were doing, physically. After all, this wasn't out of the norm for them. No one would think twice if they saw this. The thought was rather comforting. Moments later and the door opened again and out came the physio that they were waiting for, who they were relieved to find looked quite happy.
He delivered the news that Bastian was indeed healed enough to return to regular training, and would be doing so tomorrow morning. It was exactly the news he'd been hoping to receive.
It was just after six thirty and the boys were next door visiting with the girls, having been invited over for dinner. Lukas was sitting on the couch next to Lena, who was making a bit of a show in cuddling up to him, grinning at Bastian, who sat by himself in one of the large arm chairs. Since Anna was still unaware of the changes in relationships, they weren't exactly able to make any obvious shows of affection toward one another.
Bastian thought this annoyed him far more than it did Lukas, who seemed to be enjoying Lena's attention. She'd asked him how his training was going, and how he was feeling lately. Lukas (though joking, of course) mentioned that things were going alright, but that miracles would need to happen if he were to ever play professionally again. Bastian snorted at the comment, which earned him a reproachful glare from Lena.
“We didn't ask for your opinion,” she said icily, before sticking her tongue out at him.
“Oh please! He's not even injured anymore! He's perfectly capable of doing everything on his own! I've actually been the injured one this week, thanks for asking.” He paused in his tirade to take a sip of beer.
“That's true,” Lukas said, “I've noticed his ego has been quite bruised lately. They did an MRI on it today, actually.”
“Oh really?” Lena replied, looking intrigued, “what did the results show?”
“Over-inflated, as usual.” The pair laughed while Bastian frowned.
“Remind me why I ever bother coming over here to visit?” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Lena.
“To be honest,” she began, pausing for a sip of wine, “I'm not really sure. Don't you have a home to go to?” Her grin was mischievous and a little predatory, and Bastian shook his head. At least his change in romantic partners hadn't changed his relationship with Lena at all.
“Oh stop harassing him, Lena,” Anna came back into the living room from the kitchen, standing by Bastian's chair and patting his head. “You two are like eight year olds with all the teasing you do to each other!”
Bastian grinned, “Thanks Anna. It's nice to know that someone cares and appreciates me.”
“Oh I appreciate you, Bastian,” Lena said, “without you around, my head would be filled with so many jokes that would forever go unsaid!”
“Before you two get into it again, I just came out to say that dinner is ready, so come on over to the dining table, I don't want anyone getting any spaghetti sauce on the couch.”
“Do you want us to wash our hands, too, mom?” Lena joked, standing up and grinning down at Lukas before grabbing his hands and pulling on him until he stood up.
“Hey Lena, I couldn't help but notice that Steffan hasn't been around lately,” Bastian commented, actually realizing it for the first time that Lena's usually often present boyfriend had not made an appearance in two weeks. “He finally get rid of you?”
Lena looked back at Bastian, a scowl on her face. “Rid of me? Are you crazy? It was more like the other way around, actually.” She grinned slightly before taking a seat around the table. “Do you want the actual story, or a bullshit one?”
Bastian sat down to her left, while Lukas sat to her right. “Actual story, of course.” He was a little sorry to see the split, since he and Lukas had been fairly good friends with the other guy.
“Well, about two weeks ago, I was out at a club and found myself leaving with some random dude. I realized, when I actually went back to his place with him, that Steffan just wasn't a good match for me anymore. He's too boring.” She shrugged and took another sip of wine.
“So let me get this straight. Did you come to this realization before or after you slept with that other dude?” Bastian was mildly amused. Lena had never exactly been the most morally sound friend of his.
“After,” Lena answered, looking devious again. “I think I even said something about it after the sex, something like 'I think I ought to break up with my boyfriend now'. So I called him the next morning and told him.”
“Over the phone?” Bastian couldn't help but laugh when she nodded. “I can't believe you broke up with him over the phone! Weren't you together for a year and a half?” Lena nodded, laughing a little herself.
“I can't believe she cheated on him before breaking up with him. You shouldn't encourage her, Bastian!” Anna arrived at the table with a pot of steaming spaghetti, setting it down and beginning to dole it out to their plates.
“Lena doesn't need my approval for anything she does, Anna. I might as well be amused instead of horrified.” Bastian grinned and winked at both girls.
“Yeah, that's a good stance, Bastian. Safer that way.” She winked back at him and they shared a smirk.
“Lukas, I don't know what you and I see in these two.” Anna smiled as she gave him a generous helping of pasta, which he replied to with a grin and a shrug.
“I don't know about you, but being around them makes me feel better about myself.” Lukas grinned as he answered Anna, meeting both sets of mildly glaring eyes.
The glares didn't last for long, though. “Well, Lulu, I bet I could help you feel even better about yourself, now that I'm single again.” She winked at him before glancing at Bastian, who couldn't help but laugh at the comment.
“I thought I wasn't your type, Lena?” Lukas shook his head but found himself amused at her comment.
Lena shrugged before answering. “Well, you're not my usual type, but perhaps I ought to lower my standards a little.”
“Oh, you mean you're actually going to start dating guys now?” Bastian interjected, unable to ever stay on one side for long.
“Hey, just because I don't date athletes, that doesn't mean I don't date guys.”
“The problem isn't that you don't date athletes, Anna,” Bastian paused to take a sip of beer, but Lukas finished his comment for him.
“The problem is that you date guys who look like girls.” He met Bastian's eyes and grinned, while Lena told them they were both assholes.
“And this is why we can't have nice family dinners,” Anna sighed from her seat across from Lena, and soon enough all four of them were laughing and calling a truce until dinner was over.
“What on earth are we going to do when Anna finds out about us? No more gourmet meals,” Bastian fluffed up his pillow before laying back, his eyes on the door to Lukas' bathroom.
“Is that all you care about?” Lukas emerged from the room, clad in just his typical underwear, wandering over to sit down on the bed next to Bastian.
“Of course not,” he replied, before grinning, “but you have to admit, Anna does make the best meals out of any of our friends.”
“True,” Lukas nodded, before wishing that Bastian hadn't brought it up. Out of everyone in the group, he seemed to get along the best with Anna, identifying with her morals more closely than any of the others did. There was no question that Anna would probably not understand their relationship, especially because of what it had done to Daniela. Lukas wondered if they could ever tell her.
“Who knows, maybe she'll surprise us and not care?” Bastian rolled onto his side, staring at Lukas. “Anyway let's not think about that, sorry I brought it up.”
“Yeah seriously, what were you thinking?” Lukas faked a glare at Bastian, though he was still thinking about it. Anna was very like his parents in the way she thought. If she found out and was opposed, could he possibly expect anything different from his parents?
“Wasn't thinking, you know me,” Bastian reached out with his hand, grabbing for Lukas' arm. “I know you're still thinking about it, so why don't I distract you a little before bed?” He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning over Lukas until his face was looming over him. “I promise it'll help you sleep,” he grinned, not expecting Lukas to object.
“I suppose, but only so I can sleep. Then again, you should be the one really getting your sleep, since you'll be training properly again tomorrow.” Lukas grinned back at him, allowing himself to get caught up in Bastian's plans.
“Well, we can always pleasure each other at the same time, you know,” he offered, leaning his head down to kiss Lukas. “It could even be a competition, see who lasts the longest.”
“And what does the winner get?” Lukas asked, thoroughly intrigued by the idea. It could be fun.
“Whatever he wants,” Bastian replied, wondering what Lukas would ask for if he won. He knew what he himself wanted, but he couldn't ask for that yet. It was too early in the relationship.
Lukas appeared to contemplate the offer for a bit, his thoughts along the same line as Bastian's. What would the other ask for if he could have anything? Lukas had an idea, but he figured Bastian wouldn't ask for that yet. Or at least he hoped he wouldn't.
“So come on, what do you say? Do we make it a competition? Whoever comes first loses?” Bastian allowed one hand to sneak down toward Lukas' thighs, excited at the prospect of the situation.
Lukas grinned and snuck his own hand down to Bastian's stomach, brushing over the bare skin there. “You're on,” he replied, before darting his hand out to grab Bastian between the legs, not surprised to find him already hard.
Bastian did the same, grinning when he felt how hard Lukas was. It was a good sign, his willingness to engage in this sort of action so soon. He really had thought it would take Lukas longer to accept the sexual nature of their relationship, but luckily he seemed to have come to terms with it fairly quickly. But now was not the time for contemplation, not when they both had their hands clamped around each others dicks. Bastian was determined to win this competition, and he'd do whatever it took. So he began by slipping his hand inside Lukas' underwear, running his fingers over the soft flesh, his thumb slipping over the tip. When Lukas moaned in pleasure he couldn't help but feel that he had the upper hand.
Lukas wasn't about to give in so quickly, though. He pushed his own hand inside Bastian's underwear, gripping him tightly. This really wasn't so hard at all, jerking Bastian off. It was something that every guy in the world knew how to do, and he was still shocked by how easy it was to do to someone else. But what they were doing now, pleasuring each other at the same time, this was new and exciting and he hoped they were going to do a lot more of it. It didn't leave you with time to contemplate what you were doing, it didn't allow you to second guess yourself or wonder if you ought to stop. You got off on the hand playing with you, and then you got off even more when you realized that you were getting the other guy off too. It was the greatest kind of link ever, almost like providing a beautiful assist in football. Even if you didn't score the goal yourself, it wouldn't have happened without you, and the person who scored it was always grateful to you. They always looked for you first, and when you hugged each other after, it was electrifying and sometimes it even got you a little hard on the field. But that was football.
This was like football, but better, because no one was watching you, so you could give it your full emotion and not worry about what anyone else thought. You didn't have to worry about anyone else noticing your hard dick against their thigh, because you were holding their hard dick in your hand.
It was awfully liberating.
Bastian leaned over Lukas again and kissed him, but after a few seconds he pulled his mouth away and instead started kissing Lukas' neck, sucking on his earlobe and pressing his tongue to Lukas' skin. He was rewarded by Lukas pressing his hips up a little, bucking into Bastian's hand. The midfielder had no doubt that he would be winning this little competition. Jerking yourself off didn't hold a candle to having someone else take care of you, and while he'd had years of experience with Daniela (and a variety of partners before her) Lukas barely had any. Bastian expected him to cave quickly.
Bastian had guessed right. Lukas was reaching a point of climax much quicker than Bastian, and he was barely even aware of it. He didn't really care, though, the competition was not even on his mind anymore. All he could think about was Bastian's hand on him, stroking and rubbing and grabbing and pulling and Lukas' hand on Bastian became nothing more than a mechanical reflex, a robotic movement that he was only still doing because he'd started out doing it and it hadn't occurred to him to stop.
Bastian could tell, by the change in the way Lukas was touching him, that he was so very near climax. So he upped it a little, pulling away from Lukas' head and leaning over his body, down between his legs, his tongue darting out to lick Lukas and swallow him for a few seconds, but pulling away quickly enough so that Lukas didn't come in his mouth. Bastian didn't let him go until he was sure Lukas was done, and then he laid there, waiting for his partner to wake up from his momentary stupor. He'd won, and he'd done it easily, just the way he'd thought he would.
Lukas moaned and pulled his hand away from Bastian, a sleepy sort of smile on his face. That has been wonderful, and he still didn't remember anything about their competition yet. He was content to simply lay there and doze off, more than ready for sleep.
But Bastian wasn't going to let him sleep. “Hey, wake up, loser! I won.” He leaned over Lukas' chest, kissing him on the mouth. “You need to go clean yourself up before you go to sleep.” He grinned and leaned on one arm as he watched Lukas open his eyes.
“Hmm? What?” Lukas just smiled at him, completely unaware of the situation still. Why wouldn't Bastian just shut up and let him sleep?
“Come on, wake up.” Bastian jumped up from the bed, wandering into the bathroom and getting a wet towel to bring back out. He threw it on Lukas' chest, laughing when his partner jumped slightly from the contact of the cold material on his skin.
“Hey! Watch it,” Lukas muttered, before finally sitting up and looking down. He glanced from his stomach to Bastian and back again, smiling and starting to wipe himself off. “Guess you won, huh?”
Bastian grinned and moved toward the bed. “You guessed right! I won, you lost, and now you have to do whatever I want you to.”
Lukas frowned and threw the towel back at him before grinning. “Sure, whatever. Can we discuss it tomorrow? I'm going to sleep.” He settled back down into the bed, pulling the covers up around his neck.
Bastian tossed the towel into the bathroom and frowned. “You're not going to sleep! In case you haven't noticed, you didn't finish your job. I'm still hard.”
Lukas smiled and burrowed his head deeper into his pillow. “Not my problem!”
Bastian couldn't believe his nerve. Was he really going to go to sleep before finishing him off? He supposed he could always make Lukas finish the job because of the bet, but he didn't know if he wanted to waste it on that. So instead he grinned and climbed into bed behind Lukas. “Okay fine. I've decided, however, that since I won, I want you to give me a blow job. Not tonight, since you're tired, but some time this week. That a deal?”
Lukas nodded, too tired to think about it any further. He had lost, after all. He'd give Bastian what he wanted, somehow.
Lukas was just relieved he hadn't asked to have sex with him yet.