Part 1:

It was more of a way to take out his frustration, his annoyance, his disappointment about the loss to Chelsea in their most important match of the season, rather than actual feelings. It wasn't like he had feelings for him before and he just couldn't keep it inside anymore. It was just his need to release, to feel freedom. To feel like they were winners.

Yes, they did share some kisses before, but never more than that. They have never crossed the line of teammates, the line of friends that was drawn between them until now.

Mario would be lying if he said he didn't plan it. He knew for fact that Schweinsteiger took the longest shower every time, knew that everyone would be leaving until he finished. He took his own shower, then got dressed and left the locker rooms with Müller. He just accidently lost his phone and only randomly told Thomas to go on without him while he went back into the locker rooms to find it.

As planned, Bastian was the only one who was still there, with Neuer and Van Buyten just leaving, smiling sadly at Mario. Mario stopped as he entered the locker room, licking his lips then gnawing at them, inhaling the sight that was in front of him.

Schweinsteiger was drying himself from his long shower, but s of water still ped from his hair to his neck, making their way down to his back, to the curves of his shoulder blades, to the bottom of his back before the towel dried them.

Bastian raised his head, seeing Mario standing at the threshold of the room.  "Hey," he said, a small smile on his face. "I thought everyone had left already."

Mario nodded. "Lost my phone, came back to find it," he answered, trying to keep his eyes on Bastian's face and not on his body.

"Here," Bastian answered as he wrapped his towel around his hips then dug his own phone out of his duffle bag and threw it at him. "Call yourself."

Mario smiled. As he lowered his head to look at the phone his eyes glanced over Schweini's abs just for a second, but that was enough to bring him to life under his jeans. He dialed his number quickly then waited only a moment before he heard his phone. He walked over to Bastian and reached for his phone that was lying under his bag, retrieving his phone.

Bastian took it from him, their fingers touching for a mere moment before the contact broke. Mario stayed in his place, close to Schweinsteiger but not close enough. He wanted him. He needed him. Not because he loved him, but because he needed someone and he knew Schweini could give him what he needed.

He stepped above the bench so he was standing on the same side as Bastian. If Bastian was too worried about the proximity between then he didn't let it be shown on his face. Schweini grabbed boxer briefs from his duffle bag and brought them close to his legs, ducking down in order to wear them.

Mario reached his hand and grabbed a hold of the briefs, stopping Bastian's ducking. Bastian let go of the piece of clothing without much objection. Mario put it back in Bastian's duffle then stepped even closer to the midfielder.

When he realized Schweini wasn't going to back up he closed the gap between them, placed his left hand on Bastian's neck and bent over to kiss him. His lips felt hot when they made contact with Bastian's, not moving for a few seconds then starting to brush against him. Bastian brought his hands around Mario's waist, holding him as he tilted his head up so the taller man had a better access to his mouth.

Mario licked Bastian's lips, and the midfielder opened them in response and let the striker invading into his mouth with his tongue. Mario's hands roamed Bastian's body, not knowing where to stop. He tugged gently on the towel around Bastian's hips and it fell to the floor, revealing his half hard cock.

Mario tore himself from Bastian's mouth and looked down, gasping at the sight. He licked his lips, then took the blonde's cock in his hand and sank onto his knees. Stroking a little on Bastian's dick, he placed his mouth on his left tight and kissed it, then started sucking on it, leaving a red mark. He moved his mouth, licking up Bastian's now fully erect shaft then taking his head in his mouth.

Bastian grunted and tugged on Mario's hair, applying pressure to his head. Mario broke the contact with Bastian's coke - making him thrust a little up at the loss of warmth and wetness - and shoved him back so his back was now pressed against the lockers. Placing his hands on each one of Bastian's tights to keep him in his place, Mario took him in his mouth again, this time taking as much as he could.

Mario twirled his tongue around Bastian's cock as he slowly made his way back up for air. He looked up, his lips still wrapping the head of his cock and his teeth grazing the sensitive skin while he searched for Bastian's approval. Bastian just held back a moan and tilted his back at the locker behind him. Mario felt him trying to push his hips forward and took it as a sign to go on. He took his hands off Bastian's tights, and Schweini immediately thrust his hip, forcing himself down Mario's throat. Mario took him all in willingly, holding Bastian's cock there for a few moments then taking his head back, coughing and gasping for air.

He opened his mouth, signing Bastian he wants his cock again and Bastian gave it to him, moaning his name at the touch as he fucked his mouth thoroughly.

When Mario finally stood up and looked at Schweinsteiger he knew his mouth was red and puffy, and he licked his lips again before he kissed Bastian again.

From his jeans pocket he dug a condom and a small tube of lube. Schweini grinned as he looked at Mario's hand. "Planned this to happen, Gómez?"

Mario didn't answer. He turned Bastian so his chest was facing the locker and moved his hand over his ass. Bastian moaned when Mario's finger circled his hole for a moment before he retrieved it to himself. He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, taking his shirt and briefs as well, throwing them to the floor. Uncapping the tube in his hand, Mario put generous amount of lube on his index and middle finger and rubbed them a little bit together to warm it before he pushed one finger into Bastian's hole.

Bastian hissed at the intrusion and jerked back, trying to take the finger in as much as he could. Mario started to move his finger in and out a few times, stretching the blonde. His finger curled as he hit the G spot of Bastian, making him groan and throw his head back, his eyes closed from the sensation and his back arching. Mario pulled his finger then pushed it in again, hitting his prostate again and again, making him scream out his pleasure.

When he could take his finger in and out easily he added another, stretching Bastian more. Bastian moved, meeting his hand with thrusts of himself. Pulling his fingers out and adding more lube, this time to three fingers, he stretched Bastian as much as he could before he ripped the condom out of its wrap and rolled it on his neglected cock. He put the rest of the small tube on his cock and spread it on it before he guided himself to Bastian's now open hole and entered him. He let only the head of his cock inside before he pulled out, teasing Schweini.

He brought his hand to Bastian's mouth, and the other guy took two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them as if they were Mario's cock. Mario pushed inside him again, slowly filling him in until his cock was almost all inside. He stilled for a few moments, learning the feeling of Bastian, letting himself adapting the tightness.

"Fucking move already!" Bastian yelled as he let the fingers out of his mouth and pushed back, trying to take more of Mario's cock into him. Mario answered him by taking himself out then pushing all the way back in.

They found a rhythm, slow at first but quicker with every thrust. Mario's skin met Schweini's again and again as he hit his prostate then filled him again.

Mario took one hand off Bastian's waist and wrapped it around his cock, bringing him closer to his climax as he kept pushing in and out of him. He stroked Bastian then moved his hand up and down his cock, only his thumb and index touching his shaft as they formed an O. Moving his thumb on the tip of Bastian's cock, the other man came in his hand, screaming with pleasure and leaning his back on Mario's chest as he kept driving in and out of him. Few more thrusts and Mario came too inside Schweini.

He waited a few moments as he caught his breath, and then pulled out. He tied the condom and disposed it and then grabbed a towel, wet it and cleaned his hand and Bastian's chest of the come.

Bastian got dressed then left the locker room without saying a word, just smiling at him. Mario looked after him as he disappeared behind the corner.

He wanted him to come back.

Maybe there were feeling involved after all.

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Part 2:

After that they cut all contacts that were between them. They were friends before that happened – Bastian was probably Mario's best friend although he knew Bastian's was Lukas – now they weren't even texting each other to check how they do in the break time after the end of the season and before the beginning of the national team trainings.

Mario was the first in the locker rooms for the first training. He didn't think he could come in and find out that Bastian was already there, maybe talking to Lukas (who knew what happened between them, no doubts about that).

He threw his duffle on a bench close to his locker and started getting ready right away, deciding against pre-training shower. He was sure Schweini would be there soon, always early. His mind kept busy with thoughts of 'what will happen when he comes?' and 'what will I say to him?' He was so deep inside his own head that he didn't realize someone got there too until they put their hand on his shoulder, forcing him back to reality.

It wasn't Bastian as he thought, it was Khedira. Mario smiled at him as he tried to decide if he was relieved Schweinsteiger wasn't the first to come after him or even more worried because now their first meeting after that day would be in front of their teammates.

"Okay, Gómez?" he asked and sat next to him.

Mario ran his fingers on his face, feeling the stubble he'd grown in the past few days. He was too anxious about the meeting with Bastian that he forgot to shave. Pathetic. "Yeah," he answered with a small smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking. How's life Sami?"

He didn't received an answer for his question because the door opened before he even finished it and Neuer came in with a huge smile on his face, followed by Podolski.

"Why the long face, Mario?" Manuel asked as he reached toward him and rubbed his hair playfully.

"What long face?" Mario answered with a bigger smile. Neuer's presence was always… easing; relaxing; lightening, that's the word. He didn't, however, missed Lukas glare at him before he smiled too and hugged the two guys.

"We need to talk before he comes," he whispered quickly as he wrapped his arms around Mario, and Mario just looked at him with a blank look.

More people started to come in, so Mario finished dressing as fast as he could and got out on the field. Lukas joined him in a matter of seconds.

"He told me, you know."

Mario nodded. "I thought so."

Lukas nodded and started stretching. Mario joined him silently. "What are you going to so?" he asked after a few minutes of silent movements.

Mario sighed, using his hand to put pressure on his knee and stretching his leg. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Podolski stopped his movements and stood straight, and after a moment Mario did the same. "Don't do this to him," Lukas said, staring straight into his eyes with a burning look.

"Don't do what to him?"

Lukas shook his head and looked away. "Don't break his heart."

Mario didn't know why he had said it, because he knew for fact that Bastian was emotionally attached to him, but he stared at Lukas until the striker returned his eyes to him. "Like you did?" he asked, letting Lukas know that he knows what happened between he and Bastian. When Lukas didn't answer, he added, "don't tell me what to do, Podolski. You might be his best friend, but you were the one who ruined him."

Lukas grabbed Mario's arm tight and the look in his eyes was something Mario would not forget soon. "You know nothing about what happened between us."

Mario freed himself of Lukas hold. "I know more than you possibly think I know. Who do you think was there when you weren't?"

Lukas had no answer, and a moment later Sami, Neuer and Müller joined them, and Mario stopped thinking about the subject.

Everything went well then, when the rest of their teammates got out on the field. Mario wondered where was Schweinsteiger who always used to be the first to arrive to trainings, but then he saw him, coming from the locker rooms and starting to stretch.

His eyes lingered on him, waiting for him to raise his eyes and see him looking at him. He could also feel Lukas' eyes burning a hole in his back, and he wondered how it became like that when they used to be good friends back in the days Lukas played for Bayern.

Bastian finally looked at him, and suddenly Mario stopped fearing about what would happen and jogged over, hugging him with a smile. Bastian returned the hug, and it was just like it was before, nothing more than two friends greeting each other.

"Good to see you," Bastian said when they broke the hug. "How have you been?"

And that was it. No embarrassment; no fear; no fights. Just friends like they used to be.

- - - - - - - - - -

Nothing happened until June 6^th, 3 days before their first match of the Euro, against Portugal. Mario was rooming with Thomas Müller, Schweini with Mesut Özil. They have spent the evening together – Mario and Bastian – sitting in the hotel's bar and drinking, knowing it's their last chance to drink alcohol before the Euro. Bastian was going on and on about Sarah, how she waited for him at home after the loss to Chelsea (Mario ignored the fact that it was the day he fucked Bastian) and how she promised to come to watch at least one of his matches in the Euro.

He asked about Silvia, and Mario shrugged it off saying she couldn't come. He didn't say they broke up after all those years together because Mario couldn't be with her anymore, not we he realized he had feelings for his friend.

"That sucks, man," Bastian said and took a sip of his beer. "Working?"

Mario just nodded.

They headed back to their rooms a couple of hours later, not quite drunk but not exactly sober. Bastian hugged him when they arrived to his room and then disappeared behind the door. Mario could hear him talking to Özil before he started walking again and got to his own room.

Thomas was sitting on his bed, his phone in his hands and his thumbs moving over the screen. "Texting Lisa?" Mario asked and sat on his own bed.

Thomas nodded and smiled. "She will come in two days, stay here until the tournament ends for us." Mario smiled. "What about Silvia?"

His smile faded a little. "No, she won't come."

Thomas raised his eyebrows. "Not even to one match?"

Mario shook his head. "We broke up."

Thomas' phone vibrated but he ignored it and looked at Mario. "Weren't you together like… 10 years?"

Mario nodded and didn't look at him. "Yeah, we were." He took his shirt of and threw it on his duffle, than unbuttoned his jeans and did the same before he reached under the covers.

"Why did you break up, if you don't mind me asking?"

Mario sighed and closed his eyes. "It's okay," he said quietly. "I just… I realized I fell in love with someone else." Thomas did not answer. "I didn't want to stay with her when I loved someone else. It wasn't fair for her."

"When was it?"

"About 3 weeks ago."

Thomas didn't answer for a long time, and Mario thought he wasn't going to. But after a long silence, he said, "you broke up after the match against Chelsea, didn't you? A few days after that, I mean."

Mario sat in his bed and looked at him, questioning. "How did you know that?"

He shrugged and looked at Mario. "You all think that because I'm young I don't notice, but I do know what happened between you and Schweini. I wasn't hard to realize."

"How do you-"

"You weren't focused the entire day. And you never forget you phone. When Neuer and Van Buyten left the place I knew Schweini was the only one who stayed there. I just did 1 plus 1."

"You're smarter than you look."

"Yeah, well. That and the fact that when you saw Basti in the first training with the national team you looked at him like he was the only thing in the world. That helped."

They heard loud knocks on their door and looked at each other. Thomas wasn't under the covers of his bed yet, and he wasn't wearing boxers, so he got up and opened it.

Lukas Podolski burst into the room, obviously drunk. "You," he grabbed the surprised midfielder's shirt and brought his face close to his. "You know nothing about us!" he exclaimed.

Mario got out of his bed and freed poor Thomas of Lukas' hold. "Lukas, go to your room."

"You think you know what happened? Ha?" Lukas yelled at him.

"Who are you rooming with?" Lukas did not answer, only tried to punch him in the face, which his missed by a mile and almost fell. "Who is he rooming with?" Mario asked Thomas who closed the door of their room.

"I think Khedira."

"Can you call him, ask which room they are?" Mario asked as he ducked, avoiding another punch. "Podolski!" he yelled while Thomas put his phone next to his ear and started talking fast. "Stop it, you idiot!"

"I didn't mean to do it! You know nothing! I didn't want!" Lukas shouted, his eyes red and his pupils blown.

"They are just down the hall, room 764."

Mario nodded, trapping Lukas' arms behind his back so he couldn't do anything. Thomas opened the door for them and Mario headed to the room he told him. Not able to knock on the door because his hands held Lukas, he kicked it a few times and then waited.

Sami opened the door quickly, raising his eyebrows at the sight of his roommate drunk and fighting and his teammate in his boxers, holding him tight. "I'll take him from here," he said with a grin.

Mario let go of his arms and waved goodbye as he went back to his room.

"What the fuck was that, Gómez?" Thomas asked as soon as Mario closed their door, and Mario could tell he was angry and annoyed.

"Nothing," he said and got back under his bed covers, turning to the side of the window and not looking at Thomas.

He heard Thomas do the same, mumbling something that sounded like "idiot drunk" before the lights went off. He could hear Thomas' phone vibrating every few moments and he knew he was still texting his wife. He missed Silvia.