David’s more naked than this around teammates every single day, but right now he truly feels it, skin prickling despite the warmth of the room, ducking his head when Lourdes pulls back to look at him.

“Can I blow you?” Lourdes asks, and David’s head snaps up. He doesn’t look like he’s teasing or anything, eyes half-lidded, mouth plush and wet, straining the front of his jeans when David can’t stop himself from looking down, gauging interest; he knows from bitter experience that’s one thing that tends to betray someone.

“Um,” David says, and Lourdes must take that as a yes. David’s not actually going to argue, this is one thing he doesn’t want to argue, Lourdes’ hands on his belt, Lourdes’ hair falling into his face when David lifts his hips, his fingers curled into David’s briefs, tugging them down, before he leans down and takes David in, no hesitation, mouth hot and slick and overwhelming, just taking it when David’s hips shift up without his permission.

His eyes are hidden behind the fall of his hair, and David wants to see them, though he doesn’t know why. He fights the urge to tuck Lourdes’ hair behind his ear with an unsteady hand, closing his eyes, even though that just makes everything feel like more.

Lourdes has done this too, there’s no way he hasn’t, no hesitation, no fumbling, so he’s either done it or he’s a prodigy at this as well. It pisses David off, hot all over, chest tight, because Lourdes managed even this before David did, and when David pushes up, Lourdes doesn’t stop him, doesn’t gag, just takes it, makes a noise around him like he wants it.

David doesn’t want to give Lourdes anything that he wants, but he wants to fuck him more than he wants to fuck him over right now, so he shoves into the heat of his mouth, into his throat, pulls back only to come against his tongue, and Lourdes continues to just take it, swallowing around him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when David shoves him off after a few seconds, oversensitive.

David may not want to give him anything he wants, but he doesn’t want Lourdes beating him in this either, and he wants him in his mouth as much as he hates that he wants it, so he ends up cradled between Lourdes’ thighs, breathless, Lourdes heavy, thick, stretching his mouth wide. He can’t manage to take him as deep as Lourdes took him, which bothers him, but he does the best he can, sucks him viciously, if you can give a vicious blowjob, trying to tear sound out of him.

Lourdes is vocal, far more vocal than David was, a hand tangled in his own hair and his thighs shaking against David’s shoulders, and David finds grim satisfaction in how quickly Lourdes comes undone, breathlessly warning David, which David ignores, then coming hot, bitter against his tongue. David swallows around him, Lourdes completely surrounding him: the taste of him, the warmth of his thighs bracketing David’s head, his fingers reaching down and brushing at the corner of David’s mouth, coming away slick.