Game of Power

Chapter 1: The Heat of Rivalry

The dimly lit locker room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and unspoken desire. Pedri, all sharp angles and fiery determination, stood with his back pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, his chest heaving from the recent match—and from the man pinning him there. Jude Bellingham, with his broad shoulders and smoldering gaze, had Pedri’s wrist in a vice-like grip, a smirk playing on his lips as if he’d already won more than just the game.

“Get out of my way, Bellingham,” Pedri snapped, his voice a low growl, eyes flashing with defiance. “Don’t you ever get tired of having to literally restrain me just to have your way?”

Jude’s smirk widened, his grip tightening just enough to make Pedri wince. “Does this turn you on, huh? Do you want my cock too?” His voice was a dark, teasing purr, dripping with challenge.

Pedri’s jaw clenched, his body squirming against the hold, but Jude wasn’t budging. “Ich meine es ernst. Lass mich in Ruhe,” Pedri hissed, desperation lacing his German plea—I mean it. Leave me alone.

Jude leaned in closer, his breath hot against Pedri’s ear. “I just wanna hear you say it. Admit it, and you can go.”

“Admit what?” Pedri shot back, his tone sharp enough to cut glass, even as his pulse raced under Jude’s fingers.

“That you’re a slut for dick,” Jude taunted, his words a deliberate jab, meant to provoke.

“Fuck you,” Pedri spat, his eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint in them. “I think between the two of us, it’s you who’d like to be fucked. When was the last time you took a dick up your ass, hmm?”

Jude’s smirk faltered for a split second before he recovered, spinning Pedri around with a rough shove, pressing his front against the locker and grinding his crotch against Pedri’s firm ass. “Was it last week? Yesterday? Is your little hole still loose and gaping, waiting to be filled?” Jude’s voice was a low, cruel whisper, relishing the way Pedri tensed beneath him. He knew he was pushing too far, but the sight of Pedri’s defiance, the way tears threatened to spill from those fierce eyes, only fueled his fire. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

“Please, stop,” Pedri muttered, his voice quieter now, almost breaking. Was he actually crying? Jude’s chest tightened, a mix of guilt and raw, primal need surging through him. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about taking that pretty mouth.

“Does your pretty mouth like to suck dick?” Jude growled, his tone darkening. “How about we find out?”

Pedri’s head snapped up, his gaze burning with renewed fire. “Hey, just because I like it doesn’t mean I wanna take your dick. Now back the fuck off!”

Jude’s fists clenched, teeth grinding as anger—and something hotter—boiled in his veins. No one got under his skin like Pedri did. No one made him this fucking angry, this fucking horny. “Don’t forget—I’m the one who knows about it. I can ruin you. So if you don’t want the world to know how much you love taking it up the ass, you better spread those legs for me, doll.” His grip on Pedri’s wrist was bruising now, a physical reminder of his control.

Pedri’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, fear, or maybe something else entirely. “What are you waiting for?” he challenged, his voice steady despite the situation.

Jude’s lips curled into a predatory smile, though his hard cock straining against his jeans betrayed just how much this was getting to him. “Sit. I’m not in the mood yet.”

Pedri raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Ah, uh… sit so you face me.”

“Are you getting off on this?” Jude asked, his voice rough, almost daring Pedri to deny it.

“Yes, frankly, I do, as you can feel,” Pedri shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm, though he refused to meet Jude’s gaze, turning his head away.

Jude wasn’t having it. He cupped Pedri’s jaw, forcing their eyes to lock. “Look at me,” he demanded, taking in those plump, rosy lips that taunted him. He leaned in, craving a taste, but Pedri’s hand shot up, pressing firmly against Jude’s chest.

“Hey, no kissing. This isn’t part of the deal,” Pedri said, his voice hard, unyielding.

“I make the rules, Pedri. Don’t fucking forget it,” Jude snarled, crashing his lips against Pedri’s in a rough, messy kiss. It was all teeth and spit, dripping down Pedri’s chin as Jude devoured him, his control slipping with every second. His hands tore at Pedri’s shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving him down onto the nearby bench, climbing on top. Jude’s mouth abandoned those lips to trail down Pedri’s taunting, smooth stomach, licking a hot stripe up to his chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping just hard enough to make Pedri bite his lip, stifling any sound.

“Make noise,” Jude gritted out, furious at the restraint. “I wanna fucking hear you.” His teeth bit down harder, drawing a sharp cry from Pedri, the sound shooting straight to Jude’s throbbing cock. He was sweating now, panting with need, as he licked and nipped his way lower, driven by a hunger he couldn’t name. Pedri’s body was a battlefield, and Jude was determined to claim every inch—whether Pedri liked it or not.