Summary - Lisandro is struggling with his emotions towards Antony and decides to confess them to him in a bizarre encounter in the men's bathroom at a fancy restaurant in Amsterdam.

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It was getting difficult, really fucking difficult. I've tried to keep my distance but our friendship seemed to have grown somehow. We were no longer just teammates but I don't think we ever were "just" teammates.

Antony is getting very bold with me and I don't like that. There was one incident in the Ajax gym not too long ago when I was doing my biceps routine in front of the mirror. I was on my last rep when he came up behind me, asking if I needed him to spot me. As I felt his touch underneath my arm I snapped and threw the dumbells on the ground, making it echo throughout the entire gym.

"What the hell Antony!" I stood, face flustered. Antony was clearly taken back. I didn't mean to raise my voice at him like I did but he couldn't just...? What was he thinking when...? To be honest I don't know what I was feeling in that precise moment, luckily some of the other players heard us and came to see what was going on.

"Forgive me Licha." Antony said, holding his hands up in defense. I hate myself for making him think that I would hurt him. I could never.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your routine."

"Just don't walk up on me like that again." I muttured.

I tried to distance myself from Antony even more after that incident in the gym and although he gave me the space I needed, he kept on greeting me with that boyish smile of his, as if I was deserving of his attention, I wasn't. That's why I've come to the conclusion to make my confession to Antony after the team dinner we were having tonight. We were celebrating David Neres twentieth birthday and with that I'll make my confession to Antony. The fact that I can't stand his face and that he should keep his distance from now on.

The team went on with the dinner. We were dining at some fancy restaurant in Amsterdam. The club stood for the bill so everyone was getting a bit carried away with the alcohol, myself included.

"Hey Neres, have you seen Antony?"

Around midnight the restaurant cleared the tables in order to make room for a dancefloor. A live band was playing all the hits and the quiet dinner had turned into a full blown party.

"Won't you leave him alone Martinez." Neres said, slightly tipsy with his tounge. "Antony hasn't done anything to you, still you treat him like shit."

"I just want to talk to him." I insisted. Whilst everyone kept busy on the dancfloor I figured that this would be a great time to make my confession. Neres, although reluctant pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. I charged towards the men's stall with one objective in mind, however, as I swung the door open, I found Antony in a bizarre position on his knees, with his head poking in up under the bathroom sink.

"Whatta hell are you doing?

Antony raised his head, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of me.

"Licha?"

Ugh, I cursed the cold shiver that ran down my spine when he said my name.

"I...I think I dropped my earing." He chuckled.

"You think or you know?" I said sternly. Antony must have noticed the stiffness in my voice as his eyebrows furrowed in response. "You're drunk" He said and made an effort to get back on his feet.

I must admit that I had had a few beers during dinner. Just enough alcohol to give me the courage to carry out this confession. "I'm here to tell you something." I said, leaning my body against the marble sink.

"Yeah and what is that?"

I knew that I was in trouble when he asked me this. I had rehearsed a speach prior to arriving to the restaurant. But it had all been wiped away at the sight of Antony in the bathroom, on his knees.

"I have a confession." I said, putting a hand to my mouth in order to clear my throat.

"What confession?" Antony said, raising his dark brows. He had a cut through one of them like some kind of wanna be gangster.

"Would you just shut up for a sec so I can remember what it was about." It didn't help that there was a twitch in the corner of Antony's mouth. As if he found the situation, me being a complete idiot, amusing.

"I don't have all night Licha." He said, now a full fledged smile on his face . As if he knew that he was the cause of the idiocy that was myself and my anxious behavior towards him.

"I have a confession to make and that is that I think your face is stupid and that you should stay the hell away from me from now on."

"Licha." Something softened in Antony expression, making him step forward towards me.

"Don't touch me." I said and slapped his stretching hand away. The hurt on his expression made me want to smash the bathroom mirror behind me. I didn't mean to be so rough, but he just kept making feel some type of way that made my emotions feel so out of my control.

"Licha your drunk, I should get you some water."

"Don't leave."

Antony was on his way out, passing me to get to the door. I caught a firm grip around his wrist and that's when I knew what my confession really meant.

Antony had paused to look at me with wide eyes as time stood still. There was a full blown party going on outside in the restaurant but where we were time stood still.

"Licha let me go."

Those words seemed to carve a hole in my chest but of course I listened. I could never hurt him, ever.

"Just don't leave." I pleaded and to my surprise Antony nodded his head.

"Just tell me why you followed me into the bathroom? What you came here to say?"

I sighed and took a step away from the sink, position myself in the center of the room. "It's not so much as what I wanted to say to you. It's more about what I'm stopping myself from doing to you."

"W...what exactly is it that you would like to do to me?" Antony asked, his Adam's apple moving in his throat as he swallowed nervously.

I looked up to see him stand with his back pressed against the wall, perhaps wanting to escape from me. I wouldn't blame him.

"Licha, please look at me."

I had gone to lower my head again but with out the sense of Antony rushing towards me, his hand brushing my chin.

"I said don't..." I had gone to grab his wrists again, ready to push him off me for being bold enough to touch me in this state. However I froze, froze at the sight of Antony so beautiful underneath the dimmee bathroom light.

"Licha you can confess to me. I won't be angry or leave."

We stood so close, his body pressed to mine. My true confession Is that I feared what it would do to me if we ever got to standing this close, with our backs pressed against the wall, legs spread and faces inches apart.

"Licha." He whispered, but by then I was pushing him towards one of the stalls. The door flung open flew violently against the wall. Kissing Antony was nothing of what I had imagined and trust me I had let myself imagine it a few times.

"Fuck." I sighed. I felt so out of control, loving it for some reason. Antony's hands went to unbutton my shirt whilst I kissed his neck and sucked his earlobe. The soft whimpers that left his mouth had my dick twitching in my pants. I was already so hard for him and afraid that when he finally got done unbuttoning my shirt it would be to late.

"Turn around." I spoke into the warm skin in the crook of his neck.

"Let me do you first." He said, raising his head to look at me with his glossy eyes. But as his eager hands went to cup my groin I almost folded on him, right then and there.

"I said turn around." I groaned.

I admit that I was a bit aggressive about it, turning him over myself. I made him spread his legs and bend his back over, with his hands supporting themselves against the toilet seat. I went to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants along with his underwear fall down to his ankles.

"You ready for me?" I asked. He answered with a hand caressing the firm grip I had around his waist. And within the first few pumps I felt devoured by him, so out of control with myself. I wanted that feeling to last forever. My hands went to grip each side of the bathroom stall walls. My nuckles turned white as I kept in pumping myself against him. However he took it mercilessly, pressing himself against me, wanting me to enter him deeper.

"Fuck, fuck." I said as the feeling grew in the pits of my abdomen. My hands went to grip his waist again just to keep him steady. I shameless released myself inside of him before the two of us collapse against one another.

"I don't know what you're doing to me Antony." I had him in my arms, breathing heavily. "And I'm not planning on stopping it either, not anymore. That is my confession."