Messy (D. Prevc x L. Kos)
I really got inspired by them lately and I couldn’t not write about them so here you go. This is probably one of the fastest and most fun things I have written lately (it took me less than 2 days). Anyway, this is set after Domen wins the world championship. Just to give you guys a heads up, there is sexual content in this. Not too heavy and the graphic part is restricted to foreplay but sex is mentioned.
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Wordcount: 2090
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Domen is still buzzing with energy when they get back to their hotel from the medal plaza. How could he not? He just became world champion. World champion in ski jumping and not even ski flying. Domen fears that the grin will stay on his face for the rest of his life.
The medal hangs light around his neck when he enters Lovros and his room. They have been staying in this room for the whole championship, and it shows. There are more than two piles of dirty clothes on the floor and there is random stuff everywhere. Lovros reserve charger is hooked up to Domen’s outlet and spread across their bed. Domens' books lay on the floor next to the door. He doesn't even know why but they have been there since Monday and he knows where he can step and where not to avoid them.
He spots Lovro already sitting in the chair at the desk. Of course you could barely call the desk a desk anymore, it is more like a pile of ski jumping equipment. The team was at the medal ceremony, he thinks. It was hard to spot anyone in the big crowd. But obviously they could leave way earlier than Domen. Not that Domen wanted to leave. He wanted to soak it all up. The fans, the journalist and Nika. That Nika got her gold medal on the same day, just minutes before him, makes this all even better.
“Welcome back, Champ.”, Lovro speaks up when Domen closes the door behind him.
First thing he does is slip out of his shoes before he looks at his teammate. “Oh, please don't call me Champ.”
Lovro smirks at him. “Nope. You are champ from now on.”
“You never called Timi that.”, he complains but can't help but smile even wider. He really is the world champion. Still feels surreal to even think about it.
“Well, Timi was bragging too much about it. You will go over to business as usual tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. As your roommate it's my responsibility to remind you how awesome you are.”
Domen throws his head back and starts to laugh. Because there is no way he will ever go back to business as usual. “You didn't really know me in 2016, and it shows.”
“You always say it's a blessing.” Because it is. Domen was a total brat back then. He listened to no one, not Peter, not Cene and not his coach. The wins made him arrogant. For his personal development it was good that he stopped succeeding eventually. He got humbled.
Domen sits down on their bed. Unsure what to do now. There are a billion messages on his phone, he knows. Between the competition and the medal ceremony he checked and replied to the most important ones. He should answer all the other texts too, but it feels so unglamorous. Domen doesn't normally enjoy parties but today he has to celebrate. He just became world champion. When should he party when not now?
“Can I see the medal?” Domen's thoughts get interrupted by his roommate who stands up from the chair.
“You have the same medal from the team competition.”, Domen replies. Lovros and his medals should be somewhere on the desk too, right in between the mess they made.
“No, it's different. This one is for the individual. It's more special.” With that the slightly younger one is standing right in front of Domen. Their knees are touching and Lovro looks down to him. Personal space has been non-existent for them since the first weekend they shared a room together. His hair is slightly wet, Domen notices. He must have showered when he got back to the hotel room.
“It's not more special, Lovro.” Sure, winning the team gold felt different but not in a bad way. The wins are both special in their own way. Winning with his team felt incredible. The shared joy still radiates through him when he looks at his teammates. Today felt more satisfying. Reliving. Maybe it is the payback for all the other times where he did not perform.
Lovro picks up the medal from Domen’s chest and Domen shutters when his teammates fingers brush lightly over his thin hoodie. With his thumb Lovro strokes over the golden snowflake. The medal is right in front of his eyes and Domen follows every movement from Lovro with his gaze.
„How does it feel?” Lovros' voice is quiet. Very unlike the normal Lovro, who tends to be loud.
Domen clears his throat. “Not going to lie, it feels pretty awesome.”
Lovro takes his eyes from the medal and looks in Domens eyes. “I bet.”, he says with a smirk on his face. He places the medal back on Domen’s chest but not without giving it a light pat. And then he steps away from Domen. The heat from the younger one is gone instantly. Domen watches as he picks up his phone. He rolls his eyes. Typical Lovro. Always on his phone. “The others asked me if you would be down for a drink at the hotel bar?”
“Why are they asking you?”
Lovro can't help but laugh. “Because I am always on my phone, and you are never on your phone. So? Are you down for a drink?”, he wiggles his eyebrows.
Domens sighs and stands up. “Of course.”
He begins to take off the medal but gets interrupted by his teammate. “No. The medal suits you. Wear it.”
With a frowned face he lowers the medal again. “Isn't it stupid?”
“Not to me.”
One drink turns into a few. In the end it was more like one glass of sparkling wine and two beers. Still not too much but they are ski jumpers. Both of them are a bit tipsy when they get back to their room shortly after midnight. “I hope you win more titles.”, Lovro says when he enters the bathroom to brush his teeth.
“Shouldn't you be hoping that you win titles?” Domen takes his medal off and puts it carefully on his nightstand. One of the few places in the room where he wouldn't lose it. Maybe he should have given Nika the medal. She would never lose his gold medal and would take better care of it.
Lovro comes out of the bath and leans against the doorframe, toothbrush in his hand. “It's the way you smile today. So bright. Completely real and absolutely not forced. I have never seen you smile like this before and it almost makes me sad because it suits you so well.”
Domen opens his mouth and closes it again. With big eyes he looks after Lovro, who returns into the bathroom again. What the hell? What does he reply to that?
He is still standing beside the bed when his roommate comes back and starts to change. As if he didn't just say that. Domen shakes his head. If he can ignore it, Domen can too. It is his turn in the bath then. Domen’s cheeks are red when he looks in the mirror. He doesn't know if it's from the alcohol or from Lovros words. With one hand he splashes a bit of cold water in his face, trying to get the redness to disappear.
When he gets back to the bedroom, Lovro is sitting in the chair again. Legs loosely put on top of the desk. The team clothes are replaced with a white shirt and grey sweatpants. He is speaking to someone over his phone. Probably his mom, Domen thinks. She sometimes works night shifts so it's not too uncommon that they call each other that late.
“Congrats from my mom.”, confirms Lovro his suspicion.
“Say thank you to her.” From somewhere under his bed, he grabs his sleep shirt, which is basically his team wear just with a small hole on the side. He strips out of his hoodie and throws it somewhere behind him.
When he hears his name through Lovros phone he turns around to face his teammate. Lovros eyes are on him. He lets his gaze wander slightly over his naked upper body. “Yes, he is unbelievable.”, he replies to his mom.
Domen swallows hard. He returns the favor and checks his teammate out. His hair is messy, but it always is. Last year in Planica he got a chance to let his hand run through it. Back then it was more a publicity thing when he spotted the cameramen. Since then, he resisted the urge to fix Lovros' soft hair more than once. “I am sorry mom, but we have an early flight. It is bedtime for me.”
He barely has time to register that the call has ended before Lovro is up on his feet. Like it is a reflex, Domen moves forward to the younger one. Lovro hesitates for a second before he wraps an arm around Domens naked waist and pulls him against his chest. Domen feels his body reaction instantly. The way his heart beats faster, how the part where Lovro and him are touching feels electric. He looks up to his teammate. Their eyes meet. “We shouldn't. It's too messy.”, he speaks up, but he knows he won't be able to resist the urge.
“We blame it on the alcohol.”, is Lovros reply. His eyes wander to Lovros lips. Within seconds he can feel Lovros lips on his. He wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him closer. Inside Domen something explodes. The feeling of kissing Lovro is addicting. Lovro lets his hand wander over to Domens back and shoulders. A soft moan escapes him when Domen uses his tongue. God they should have done this sooner. They wasted almost a whole season where they could have done this.
Lovro pushes Domen against the back of their bed. For a second, they part their lips. Domen breathes heavily and rests his forehead against Lovros. Their eyes meet. The light eyes of Lovro are wide and full of lust.
Domen takes Lovros hand and pulls them onto the bed. He tugs on the hem of Lovro's shirt. “Same right for everyone.” His voice sounds raspy and out of breath.
“Fair.” The other one is pulling his shirt over his head. The first time their upper bodies make contact; Domen can't help but moan. Lovro laughs and lets his hand glide over Domens abs. “Who knew you could sound like this.” As an answer he kisses him again.
Lovros' back feels hard against his hands, but his skin is soft. Lovro is pressing gentle kisses to his jaw and Domen throws his head back. He lets his hand glide in Lovros' hair like he craved some many times. It still feels unbelievably soft between his fingers.
His teammate slides his knee in between his legs to make more room for him. “We should definitely free you of these jeans.”
“And you from your sweatpants.” With a fast movement Lovro opens his jeans. Thank God because they are getting tight. He lets Lovro take them off, who sits up a bit.
“God, you are so perfect.”
Domen brushes through his hair again and kisses him softly. “You are perfect.” He slips one of his hands into Lovros sweatpants. This time it is Lovro who can't resist moaning. “Do you have a condom?” If they would continue, he wouldn't care anymore. Better to settle this now when he at least can still think a bit.
“Yes, I will be right back.”
“You carry around condoms?”, Domen asks when Lovro stands up from the bed after he pressed a small kiss on Domen’s neck.
“Yes, you never know what will happen. You don't?”
“No?” Lovro laughs and steps back to the bed with a condom in his hand. He throws it on the bed before he pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers all in one go.
Sex with Lovro is easy. They know each other, they can tell instantly if the other one likes or dislikes something. Sex with Lovro is also hilarious. Domen found out that Lovro is ticklish and can't help himself. The laugh from the younger one is music to Domens ears. Sex with Lovro is intense. More intense than it should be for a first time. It scares Domen a bit when they lay next to each other in the dark after they cleaned themselves up. Lovros body pressed into his side, hands intertwined on his stomach. It felt too good. Too intimate.