Nr 9 with Sahilenko and Nr 36 with piszczykowski 😁
9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.” + Sahilenko
Nuri isn’t used to people pestering him when he was pissed off. His teammates as well as his friends and family knoew better than to bother him when he was in a mood; especially if they were the ones who caused it.
Apparently, Andriy hasn’t gotten the memo.
Instead, he’s been trailing after Nuri like a lost puppy, trying to get him to “relax, édes. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Nuri only scoffs, getting up from where he was seated at the breakfast bar, moving to the living room. It’s being going like that all day. As if Andriy expected Nuri just to forgive him like that, even if it was him who had fucked up.
He settles on the couch, grabbing the remote, turning on the TV. It’s in the middle of the afternoon on a normal weekday, so they’re only showing some old show again that even back when it first aired no-one cared about. This does nothing to lift Nuri’s spirits. With a sigh, he reaches for his playstation controller instead.
He’s halfway into a FIFA game against some idiot who of course chose Bayern and, on top of everything, is winning against him too, when Andriy drops down next to him, a bowl of cereal in his lap.
“Oh, you’re losing.”
Nuri shoots him an angry glare. “Could you maybe not point that out, thank you,” he says through gritted teeth. When he looks back to the screen, his opponent has scored another goal. He groans, throwing the controller on the floor.
Andriy puts his bowl down, then picks up the controller, placing it on the coffee table instead.
Nuri flinches when he feels the Hungarian’s fingers ghosting over his shoulder, starting to gently caress him. When he doesn’t react, Andriy starts to poke him. Nuri sends him another glare.
“Quit it or I’ll bite.” He really means it too.
Andriy chuckles, softly shaking his head. The petulant child in Nuri wants to pull away when the other tries to pull him into his arms, but being mad all day can be exhausting as well.
“Please, édes. I’m sorry.” He whispers it into Nuri’s ear and his voice so soft and laced with fondness that it’s so hard to stay angry at him.
Still, he can’t resist snarking back. “Oh, so you’re sorry? You forget about our date for a random dinner with some of our teammates – that I wasn’t invited to! – and all you say is that you’re sorry?!”
Andriy sighs, clearly a bit exasperated by now as well. “You told me you had that meeting …” He runs his hand over his face.
Nuri snorts. “Yes, I had a meeting. That I cancelled so I could take you out to our favourite restaurant, because we haven’t been on a date for almost three weeks!”
“Sajnálom. I’m sorry.”
Nuri crosses his arms in front of his chest. He doesn’t want him to get away that easily; unfortunately, Andriy has this pair of chocolate brown eyes and well … It’s really unfair that someone as manly as him is able to imitate puppy dog eyes that well.
He resists for about a minute before he lets him be pulled into the taller man’s chest, snuggling up to him.
“I’m still mad at you.”
Andriy chuckles. “Of course,” he says, placing a soft kiss on Nuri’s hair.