That night the rookie needed his two men

The first week in the city was a whirlwind of paperwork that left Aitor drained to the core, as if the whole metropolis were testing him with its relentless pace. Visas, insurance, contracts reviewed line by line. The apartment the franchise had assigned them was a luxury oasis, with a balcony overlooking the great park and two private suites, but outside, in the offices and the corridors, reality bit hard.

Aitor wore his light-colored overalls as his daily uniform, a way to anchor himself when everything else felt foreign. The straps over his white T-shirt, the fabric brushing the bare skin beneath like a talisman. Even so, the pressure kept building in his chest.

The press conference was the high point of the tension. Blinding flashes, microphones pointed like weapons. Flanked by Unai and Mikel, his two mentors and life companions, Aitor smiled nervously at the journalists.

The sports director introduced him as “the European talent coming here to develop for the draft,” but the uncomfortable questions soon came.

—Aitor, that very distinctive way you dress, those overalls, is that a statement or just fashion? Doesn’t it clash with the league’s image?

Another journalist, barely lifting his eyes from his notebook, landed the second blow.

—How does your relationship with your mentors affect your career? Isn’t it… unusual for them to travel with you everywhere?

No one questioned his orientation outright, but the air was charged with scrutinizing looks and whispers floating through the room like smoke. Aitor answered with a calm he struggled to hold onto, his voice only slightly unsteady.

—My overalls are freedom; they’re my identity. And my mentors are my chosen family. They helped me become who I am, to be here today, in front of you.

Unai and Mikel backed him with unwavering looks, but the director cut things off sharply when a reporter pressed on whether his “personal environment” distracted him from the game.

—Thank you all —he said, ending it there.

In the private meeting afterward, the franchise asked for a low profile: discretion about the relationship, no media noise. Mikel, furious, stepped forward.

—We are who we are. We’re not going to hide.

Unai, more diplomatic but with a charged voice, rested a hand on Aitor’s shoulder.

—We protect him, yes. But not at the expense of his essence.

Aitor listened in silence, one question driving into him from within. Is all this worth it if I can’t be myself?

***

That night, in the apartment, he didn’t go to his room. He crossed the dark hallway and pushed open the door to the suite where Unai and Mikel were already waiting awake for him. He needed refuge in their arms, and this time the refuge had to be something more intense.

He stripped without a word and slipped between them in the huge bed, skin against skin. He was still trembling from the frustration built up through the day. Mikel kissed his neck with a tenderness that undid him, while Unai ran a hand over his smooth abdomen.

—Let it all go with us, Aitor —Unai murmured, voice rough—. Feel it, unload all that pressure.

Unai’s hand slid down to wrap around his cock, already beginning to harden, and he started to stroke him slowly and firmly. Mikel traced his chest with his tongue, pausing at the nipples, attentive to every reaction.

—Tell us what you need —Mikel panted against his skin—. We’re here for you. Just say it.

Aitor closed his eyes, emotions spilling over into desire now.

—I want you… inside, around me. I want to feel alive again. Desired.

Unai settled behind him and began rubbing the entrance to Aitor with the tip of his cock, unhurried, while guiding Mikel’s head downward. Aitor gave a soft moan as he felt Mikel’s mouth close over his member, the tongue circling the glans, the throat squeezing him slowly down to the base. He kept his gaze lost on the ceiling, surrendering himself to each sensation.

Unai finally entered, slowly, with controlled thrusts that gained depth. Aitor let out a deep breath.

—Deeper, Mikel… swallow it all while Unai fills me —he ordered between gasps, and in his voice pleasure was erasing the day’s rage.

Mikel matched the rhythm Unai set from behind, taking him all the way, eager. They both reached the end almost at once: Mikel swallowing everything Aitor spilled into his mouth, Unai emptying himself inside with a low growl, the three bodies collapsing into a sweaty embrace. There were slow kisses afterward, a peace that at last quieted the storm.

***

The reunion with Dylan, his partner, finished calming him. They had arranged to meet at a café downtown, a cozy place with wooden tables, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the murmur of conversations in the background. Aitor walked in wearing his olive-green overalls, the ones from the new line designed for him, the straps crossing his chest over a gray hoodie, looking for Dylan among the crowd.

At a nearby table he recognized a face: a pink-haired guy, Leo, flipping through a comic with a bored expression while waiting to be served. He had seen him on the incoming flight. Leo looked up, recognized him, and gave him a conspiratorial smile, a subtle wink at a secret shared on the plane.

Dylan greeted him from the back and stood up to hug him tightly. Aitor kissed him hungrily, tongues tangling without caring about the looks, relief and desire spilling out at once.

—I’ve missed you —he murmured against his lips.

When he sat down across from Dylan, he saw another young man enter the café: a guy with tousled white hair, Teo, scanning the tables in search of someone. He read something on his phone, looked up, and found Leo’s mischievous smile. The two of them, not bothering to hide it too much, slipped away almost at the same time toward the bathrooms.

Aitor, unable to help himself, imagined them while he ate lunch and chatted with Dylan. Two twenty-somethings crowded into a narrow cubicle, urgent kisses, hands unbuttoning pants, one on his knees and the other biting his lip so as not to make a sound. They’re probably coming fast, with the rush and the fear that someone will walk in. He smiled to himself and returned to the conversation.

***

Teo went in first, his heart hammering wildly. He had spent years fantasizing about an encounter like this in a public place, and the risk had him on a thousand. His cock was already pressing under his jeans, sweaty hands, the cramped space amplifying the nerves and the smell of disinfectant mixing with his arousal.

Leo came in seconds later and locked the bolt. The click echoed in his head like a gunshot. They looked at each other for an instant, eyes shining, and kissed with voracious hunger, tongues dueling wetly, bodies pinned together in the cubicle.

—Your mouth is perfect —Teo thought as he pushed his tongue deeper. The airport complicity had been real, and this surpassed any fantasy.

Leo, against the cold wall, moaned into the kiss, hands slipping under Teo’s hoodie and yanking the zipper down in a rush. The thrill of getting caught has me soaked already, he thought. Him taking the lead gets me insanely hard.

He knelt on the tiny floor, unbuttoned Teo’s pants with trembling fingers, and took him into his mouth in one deep motion. He sucked hard, tongue circling the glans, hands squeezing his ass to push him farther in until he hit the throat. I swallow him whole, I feel him filling me, Leo thought, saliva dripping down his chin, the cubicle walls vibrating like his own body.

Teo thrust his hips instinctively, muffled moans escaping him.

—His throat is tight —he panted to himself—. Keep going like this and I’ll cum in your mouth.

They changed position with difficulty, bumping against the walls amid nervous laughter. Leo braced himself on the sink, pants around his ankles, cock curved and dripping. Teo spat into his hand to lube himself and carefully worked the entrance with his fingers.

—Want me to try? —he whispered.

Leo turned his head to look at him.

—Of course I do —he replied, voice rough with desire.

Teo went in slowly at first, afraid of hurting him, and then built into a deep rhythm that drew moans from Leo, which he muffled himself by stuffing his fingers into Teo’s mouth. So tight, so hot, Teo thought, his balls slapping against the cheeks with a wet smack, the risk of being heard driving him to thrust harder.

Leo, arched against the sink, saw their two faces distorted by pleasure in the mirror. He fills me so much… the pain at first turned into pure ecstasy. He came first, without touching himself, in spurts that splattered the porcelain, his asshole spasming around Teo. Teo followed a moment later, emptying himself inside with a muffled groan, both of them shaking with adrenaline and pleasure, knees weak in the tiny space.

They cleaned each other up between laughs and clumsy hands, with wipes and great care. Teo, unable to resist the thrill, set the wipe aside and ran his tongue along the inner side of Leo’s thighs to collect what was left.

—It tastes like us —he murmured against his skin—. I can’t stop.

Leo arched his back with a loud moan he had to swallow, hands gripping the wall.

—Yes… don’t stop —he begged, the pleasure stretching out until it made him shake all over.

When everything was finally clean, they carried out the exchange that had already become their little ritual: Teo smelling Leo’s underwear before putting it on, Leo doing the same with his, each taking the other’s essence with him. One last kiss, tender but charged, and they left separately, hearts pounding between sweet guilt and pleasure.

***

Aitor and Dylan left the café hand in hand, fingers interlaced in a gesture that made Aitor feel free amid the city. As they passed a bench they saw Leo and Teo eating, and Leo said something to his friend in a low voice before the two of them worked up the nerve to come over.

—Hi —Teo said, nervous but enthusiastic—. I’m Teo, and he’s Leo. I’m a huge fan of yours, Aitor. I’ve followed you since the beginning. I played basketball too, though without your luck.

Leo added, slightly blushing at the memory of the flight:

—And I… well, we know each other by sight, from the plane. Congratulations on the signing.

Aitor laughed warmly.

—Small world —he said, and whispered to Dylan that he’d tell him later.

The conversation became spontaneous. Aitor and Dylan ended up sitting on the bench, the two young men in front of them. They talked about everything, and at some point Leo dared to ask, his voice trembling a little.

—How do you handle the distance? And the prejudice, in a world like sports?

Aitor answered with his usual ease.

—Distance hurts, but with daily communication it’s manageable. Prejudice exists; sometimes it’s harsh, but when you surround yourself with people who truly love you, it becomes background noise. Being yourself is worth it, guys. You’ll find your path.

Dylan, with his hand over Aitor’s, added that true love can overcome everything, that they should be patient with themselves. The two young men left delighted, and they exchanged socials with the promise to stay in touch.

—They’re brave —Dylan murmured as they walked away.

—They have a future together —Aitor replied, his heart warm from having been able to help.

***

At last they managed to walk alone through the great park, hands intertwined, the city’s noise fading behind them among tall trees and winding paths. They caught up on everything that had happened during the weeks apart: Aitor told him about the pressure, the press conference, the nights of refuge with Unai and Mikel; Dylan told him about his final-year project and the anxious wait to reunite.

Seated on a secluded bench, facing a calm lake, Dylan smiled.

—I liked those two. They’ve got something fresh, brave.

The conversation grew deeper. Dylan looked him in the eyes, voice calm but curious.

—Were you attracted to them? If the case were different… would you want something more than talking, like with that other guy?

Aitor felt his heart speed up. He took Dylan’s hand and looked deep into his eyes.

—Dylan… I only have eyes for you. You’re everything I want. But I’m not going to lie: they do have a certain appeal, as a passing fantasy. They’re handsome, young, free. But that’s all. Nothing compared to what I feel for you. A thousand guys could cross my path, and there would still only be one Dylan.

Dylan nodded, with a tender smile and shining eyes.

—I remember that night on the beach, watching you enjoy yourself. It was pure thrill. Seeing you free filled my soul, even if sometimes it’s hard for me to share you. I do it happily, knowing it’s only physical. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours.

Aitor’s eyes grew wet.

—This is real love, Dylan. That you accept me whole, with my desires, but knowing that my heart is only yours. I never felt for anyone what I feel for you. You’re the first. The only one.

They kissed slowly on the bench, hands on each other’s faces, the world fading around them. That was what mattered, and only that: the two of them.