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Title: Two of a Kind
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Luis Figo/Luis Jimenez
Rating: R, really hard R
Prompt: Confusion
Disclaimer: Not true. I write this for my own entertainment
Word Count: 846
Summary: They have the same name. Luis doesn't like that. He doesn't like it when people say it and don't mean him. he's going to do something about it.
It happens a couple of times before Luis actually thinks about it. The “Luis!” being shouted from across the room has him turning and looking but then he sees Javier talking to Jimenez and Luis turns and heads outside for training.
Later when they are getting ready to head back in, he hears his name, this time being shouted by Zlatan, and he grins and turns to meet him, but instead he sees Jimenez getting their before he does and Zlatan slinks his arm around the other Luis and this time Luis is annoyed.
It keeps happening, quite a bit, and somewhere Luis goes from Luis to Figo, like he doesn’t even have a first name. He’s not jealous, but he’s fucking annoyed. Can’t Jimenez have some sort of nickname? Surely someone on the team can come up with something clever and he can go back to being Luis.
It doesn’t help that Jimenez follows him like a puppy, like all he wants is to just be liked. He hates that. Hero-worshipping. Can’t stand it in the slightest. Except Luis doesn’t have the heart to tell him to bugger off, and instead makes nice, talks with him on the long bus rides when Jiminez slides next to him and even slings and arm around him after practice and laughs with him.
Still doesn’t mean he likes him. Nope. Stole his name, the bastard.
When they share a room on a long away trip, Luis wonders who he can act nice but really just ignores Jimenez. He fails actually, and he hates himself, because he realizes just how stupid he is being. It’s just a name. There are thousands of Luis’ in the world and what’s he going to do, find every one of them and tell them off because it’s his name? No because it’s not that actually.
He realizes that he’s so damn angry because he just wants to push Luis down on the floor and fuck him, hearing his name (their name) spilling out of that pretty mouth.
He doesn’t knock him to the ground straight away. He has far more self control then that. Even when Luis lounges on the bed, stretched long and lean and looks at him bashfully and fuck, fuck okay his self control is starting to crumble a bit.
“Luis, what do you think it’s like for people to date with the same name?”
Jimenez looks at him, curiously and the tip of his tongue pokes out in concentration and there goes the self control. He turns so he’s on his side and he shrugs.
“I think it would be weird. I mean it would almost be like saying I love you to yourself and when you are in bed,” he half blushes and doesn’t quite make eye contact with Luis, “it would be odd to moan out your own name. I think it would be interesting though.”
Luis stands up at this, and places a hand on Luis’s shoulder, turning him so he’s on his back. He stares up, wide eyed and confused, but he’s not saying no.
“I say, how about we test this theory out hmm?”
Jimenez can only nod and suddenly Luis is on top of him, mashing their lips together and its fucking heaven at this point. Luis is already hard, just having thought about this, about the way Jimenez would look beneath him and he turns, presses his arousal against Luis’s and they both want this too it seems.
Luis strips Luis of his clothes, watching him stretch and arch, the muscles of his body moving and the way he grins and God, why didn’t Luis do this before?
It doesn’t take long before Luis is beneath him, whining and begging, and completely hard by this point. Luis teases him, with his fingers, with his tongue, hell even with his cock and Luis thrashes, his voice breaking and it’s enough for Luis to finally slide a slick finger into Luis and the arches resume and fuck.
When Luis slides his cock in, it’s tight and he knows that he can’t last, not with the heat and friction and when he moves he doesn’t know who is falling apart more.
Then the whispers start. Everything running through Luis’s brain shuts down, save for one thing.
“Luis, please Luis fuck me.”
It’s incredibly erotic. Luis trembles as he continues to hear his name being moaned out, his and Jimenez’s and he can’t think properly by the time he’s shaking and nearly there, nearly, but -
“fuck Luis, you’re so tight.”
And then it’s enough, enough for him, and enough for Luis and it’s almost like they are the same person, coming not quite together but close and when they roll apart, still breathing like 90 minutes on the pitch and Luis turns and looks and laughs.
“Well I think we tested our theory. Is it how you thought?”
Jimenez, smiles, a bit mischievously an rolls so he’s pressing his body against Luis’s and licks at his jaw.
“Aren’t theories supposed to be tested more than once?”
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Luis Figo/Luis Jimenez
Rating: R, really hard R
Prompt: Confusion
Disclaimer: Not true. I write this for my own entertainment
Word Count: 846
Summary: They have the same name. Luis doesn't like that. He doesn't like it when people say it and don't mean him. he's going to do something about it.
It happens a couple of times before Luis actually thinks about it. The “Luis!” being shouted from across the room has him turning and looking but then he sees Javier talking to Jimenez and Luis turns and heads outside for training.
Later when they are getting ready to head back in, he hears his name, this time being shouted by Zlatan, and he grins and turns to meet him, but instead he sees Jimenez getting their before he does and Zlatan slinks his arm around the other Luis and this time Luis is annoyed.
It keeps happening, quite a bit, and somewhere Luis goes from Luis to Figo, like he doesn’t even have a first name. He’s not jealous, but he’s fucking annoyed. Can’t Jimenez have some sort of nickname? Surely someone on the team can come up with something clever and he can go back to being Luis.
It doesn’t help that Jimenez follows him like a puppy, like all he wants is to just be liked. He hates that. Hero-worshipping. Can’t stand it in the slightest. Except Luis doesn’t have the heart to tell him to bugger off, and instead makes nice, talks with him on the long bus rides when Jiminez slides next to him and even slings and arm around him after practice and laughs with him.
Still doesn’t mean he likes him. Nope. Stole his name, the bastard.
When they share a room on a long away trip, Luis wonders who he can act nice but really just ignores Jimenez. He fails actually, and he hates himself, because he realizes just how stupid he is being. It’s just a name. There are thousands of Luis’ in the world and what’s he going to do, find every one of them and tell them off because it’s his name? No because it’s not that actually.
He realizes that he’s so damn angry because he just wants to push Luis down on the floor and fuck him, hearing his name (their name) spilling out of that pretty mouth.
He doesn’t knock him to the ground straight away. He has far more self control then that. Even when Luis lounges on the bed, stretched long and lean and looks at him bashfully and fuck, fuck okay his self control is starting to crumble a bit.
“Luis, what do you think it’s like for people to date with the same name?”
Jimenez looks at him, curiously and the tip of his tongue pokes out in concentration and there goes the self control. He turns so he’s on his side and he shrugs.
“I think it would be weird. I mean it would almost be like saying I love you to yourself and when you are in bed,” he half blushes and doesn’t quite make eye contact with Luis, “it would be odd to moan out your own name. I think it would be interesting though.”
Luis stands up at this, and places a hand on Luis’s shoulder, turning him so he’s on his back. He stares up, wide eyed and confused, but he’s not saying no.
“I say, how about we test this theory out hmm?”
Jimenez can only nod and suddenly Luis is on top of him, mashing their lips together and its fucking heaven at this point. Luis is already hard, just having thought about this, about the way Jimenez would look beneath him and he turns, presses his arousal against Luis’s and they both want this too it seems.
Luis strips Luis of his clothes, watching him stretch and arch, the muscles of his body moving and the way he grins and God, why didn’t Luis do this before?
It doesn’t take long before Luis is beneath him, whining and begging, and completely hard by this point. Luis teases him, with his fingers, with his tongue, hell even with his cock and Luis thrashes, his voice breaking and it’s enough for Luis to finally slide a slick finger into Luis and the arches resume and fuck.
When Luis slides his cock in, it’s tight and he knows that he can’t last, not with the heat and friction and when he moves he doesn’t know who is falling apart more.
Then the whispers start. Everything running through Luis’s brain shuts down, save for one thing.
“Luis, please Luis fuck me.”
It’s incredibly erotic. Luis trembles as he continues to hear his name being moaned out, his and Jimenez’s and he can’t think properly by the time he’s shaking and nearly there, nearly, but -
“fuck Luis, you’re so tight.”
And then it’s enough, enough for him, and enough for Luis and it’s almost like they are the same person, coming not quite together but close and when they roll apart, still breathing like 90 minutes on the pitch and Luis turns and looks and laughs.
“Well I think we tested our theory. Is it how you thought?”
Jimenez, smiles, a bit mischievously an rolls so he’s pressing his body against Luis’s and licks at his jaw.
“Aren’t theories supposed to be tested more than once?”