Fic: Totally Cescy Christmas

Dec 18, 2010 17:53

Title: Totally Cescy Christmas
Pairings: Cesc Fabregas/David Silva/Gerard Pique/Mesut Ozil/Sergio Ramos/Guti/Iker Casillas/Cristiano Ronaldo(in various combinations)
Rating: NC-17 for filth and lack of plot
Summary: I didn't know what to get Pic Fic Cesc for Christmas, so I wrote him a pointless orgy.
Words: 4871
Disclaimer: This is not true and even more so because I wrote it under the influence of painkillers.



It’s not that Cesc and Silva are bad elves. It’s just that sometimes Santa Iker is grumpy and demanding. Cesc can’t help it that presents get mixed up and confused. There is a huge volume of work and the occasional stuffed unicorn gets sent to a little boy who wants a football, or a monster truck finds a little girl who wants a tutu.

There’s a margin for error and Iker takes playing Santa for the charity project very seriously. The Madrid captain even goes so far as dressing up in a red velvet outfit(the pants are tight) and a hat and shiny black boots. Cesc and Silva refuse to wear elf uniforms, but do wear the little Santa hats they’re given. Iker doesn’t mind his elves wearing jeans, but the hats are a must. He doesn’t like them to wear shirts and it’s chilly, but Cesc knows that’s purely for Santa’s own perverse entertainment. It has nothing to do with charity, unless you count Iker as needy.

Sergio comes by and openly wonders about the shirtless elves, but Cesc points out that what Iker says goes, so Sergio strips off his shirt, puts on a fuzzy red and white hat and pitches in to help. He’s nice enough to call Mesut for an extra pair of hands, much to Cesc and Silva’s delight. Mesut is adorable, brings homemade cookies and doesn’t hesitate to strip down and work at spreading the holiday spirit for his captain.

Mesut is good at wrapping presents. He cuts and tapes and ties lovely ribbons, he grins at Cesc, proud of his handiwork and hands Cesc the great big gift.

“You like? Do I do good job?”

Cesc raises his eyebrows and takes the gift. “Good job, German boy!” he proclaims, cuddling Mesut to his bare skin.

Iker eyes them cautiously. He doesn’t like the goofing off. But, Cesc is getting distracted by the sexy dance Sergio is doing for Silva to ‘Jingle Bells’ which is playing on the radio. Cesc can’t stop watching Sergio shaking his full, round ass. Mesut’s eyes get wide.

“I like this dancing,” Mesut says.

“Me too, Mesut,” Cesc says, he and Mesut are transfixed by Sergio’s gyrating. Iker looks like he’s going to say something, as Silva’s hands drift down to Sergio’s hips and he fondles Sergio’s ass.

“I brought you a candy cane,” Sergio says to Silva, suggestively.

“Oh really?” Silva purrs, sliding down Sergio’s gorgeous body and unzipping his jeans. Now Iker is rolling his eyes, but he’s watching Silva take out Sergio’s half-hard cock. Silva licks along the head of it and his dark eyes dart up to Ramos.

“It doesn’t taste like peppermint,” Silva says, but goes back to trying to put all of it into his mouth.

Sergio is looking over at Iker and smiling. “I like your elves, they’re talented.”

“They’re supposed to be wrapping all these gifts!” Iker grumbles.

“But, Sergio brought me something,” Silva says, coming up for air for a moment.

Cristiano comes in and sets down a tray of hot cocoa. He’s just there to supervise, kind of like the Mrs. Claus to Iker’s Santa. He’s the only one allowed to bother Iker while he’s busy. Cristiano wraps himself around Iker and kisses the goalkeeper turned gift-giver’s neck.

“You know, Cesc has been so good, you really need to do something special for him for Christmas. Guti and I were thinking of ideas,” Cristiano says, kissing away Iker’s grumpy scowl.

“Is Guti back from the mall yet? He’d better not be wasting time getting those dolls,” Iker says. Cristiano plays with Iker’s ass through his Santa pants.

“Guti has everything under control and we’re almost done here, so...I think everyone deserves a break and some downtime,” Cris says. Iker mumbles a little, but lets the Portuguese touch him.

“Maybe you’re right, they have worked really hard.”

“Especially Cesc. He has to do everything around here. I want to give him something amazing,” Cristiano says.

“What? Like new pants or something?” Iker says.

Cris rolls his eyes. “Oh, no, it has to be better than that. I even called Pique.”

“You called Pique?” Iker chuckles.

“Yeah, I mean, I know he’s slutty, so....”

Iker blinks at Cris, but Guti is coming in the his arms full of packages, Pique following behind him.

“I had these gift-wrapped, so we’re done,” Guti huffs.

“See, we’re done and Gerard is here. Cesc, are you ready for your present?” Cristiano asks.

Cesc’s eyes are wide and he doesn’t know where to look. Gerard is grinning at the prospect of everything. Silva is already dragging Sergio upstairs.

“Yeah, I’m ready for anything,” Cesc says.

“Where’s your shirt?” Gerard asks.

“Santa Iker likes his elves to be shirtless,” Cesc explains, motioning to Mesut.

“I wanna be your elf too, Santa Iker,” Pique says and strips off his shirt too.

“You have to work hard, Pique,” Iker laughs.

“I’m not afraid of hard work,” Gerard says, pops his gum and looks Iker over.

“Okay, everyone upstairs to the bedroom. Cesc, this is your real gift,” Guti says, taking off his coat and handing Cesc a bottle of lubricant.

“Everyone’s going to fuck me?” Cesc gulps.

“If that’s what you want, but I thought maybe, because you’ve been so good, you’d want to top everyone,” Cristiano said.

Cesc is quivering with anticipation already, so he knows what he wants. He expects Iker to disagree, but he simply spreads his hands out.

“This is Cristiano and Guti’s idea, so whatever they want is what I want to get you,” Iker says. It’s a Christmas miracle.

Mesut is still grinning and he pulls Cesc by the hand. “I want to give you some gift too, Cesc.”

Cesc lets the German take him upstairs, along with everyone else. Cesc has to admit, he’s been wanting to tap that since the World Cup and just hasn’t had the time. Iker’s already had him six ways to Sunday and Guti...and Cris, probably Sergio.

Sergio and Silva are already naked and entangled on Iker’s big bed. Pique doesn’t take a moment to get all the way naked and join them.

“You’re here too? Such an eager whore,” Sergio murmurs, reaching over to wrap his fingers around Pique’s hardening cock.

Iker is standing at the edge of the bed looking down at the scene, when Cesc and Mesut jump into bed. Mesut bounces excitedly on the edge of the bed.

“Santa, so sexy,” Mesut says, his tone making Iker’s cock twitch in his pants.

Cesc knows the look of desire in his eyes and he loosens Iker’s big black leather belt and digs a hand into his red briefs.

“Mesut, do you want to taste Santa’s big cock?” Cesc asks. Mesut is already getting on his knees before Cesc can jerk Iker’s cock completely hard.

“Yes, Santa Iker, I want it,” Mesut pants. He takes Iker’s cock in his hand and starts to suck.

Cristiano and Guti are undressing each other and watching everyone else with some amusement. Their evil plan is working.

While Mesut sucks his captain, Cesc undoes the boy’s jeans and slides them down his hot little ass. This ass borders on being just a bit chubby and it gets Cesc so hot. He spanks the thick right cheek, making Mesut moan around Iker’s cock.“Whew, look at that,” Pique mumbles. He’s moving to kneel behind Cesc and look over his shoulder while Cesc plays with Özil’s ass.

“I know, right?” Cesc mumbles back.

“Are you just gonna fuck him or are you going to lick it first?” Pique asks.

“It begs to be licked...unless you want to do it. I’d watch you,” Cesc says.

Pique grins and then starts to go down on the German boy’s ass, licking and fucking Mesut with his long tongue. Cesc knows about that tongue and why Mesut is almost forgetting about the blowjob he’s giving in order to let Pique rim him practically to orgasm. Mesut reaches down and jerks himself off. Cesc admires the short, thick cock on him.

While they wait, Sergio and Silva are entertaining themselves by blowing each other at the same time. Silva is moaning and it’s because Sergio has two fingers jammed into him. Guti and Cristiano are sliding into bed next to them.

When Pique has Mesut sufficiently writhing, he sits back and gets the lube. With long fingers, he works the lube inside Özil’s tight opening. Mesut opens for him, spreads his thighs and lets Pique violate him in preparation for Cesc to do what he pleases.

“Oh yeah, he’s good and ready to fuck,” Pique says, his sticky fingers now working to get Cesc out of his jeans and underwear.

Once he’s naked, Cesc buries his cock deep inside Mesut in one swift movement. Cesc gets in him just as Iker spills his load down the boy’s throat. Mesut swallows every drop and Cesc watches Iker tremble over the reaction. Cesc gives Iker a look so hungry, so ravenous, that Iker is quivering at the idea of what Cesc could possibly be thinking up for him.

Cesc pounds the horny midfielder into the bed, taking him as far as he can be taken. For a moment, Cesc is thinking about the position and he reaches out and pulls Guti closer. Iker is now missing his santa outfit and climbs into bed and watches it unfold.

“All midfielders,” Cesc whispers, laughs.

Guti takes the hint and the lube and rubs it into his cock. In moments, Özil is squished between the two Spaniards and they’re shoving in him at the same time. It should be uncomfortable, with Mesut on Guti’s lap, and Cesc pressing in from behind, but it’s so fucking good that Cesc can barely remain conscious. Guti’s big and their cocks thrust together inside Mesut’s hot, tight body. Guti’s eyes roll, and his tattooed arms are wrapped around both of the smaller men in front of him. Everyone’s watching.

“Oh, God, how does this even work? Let alone feel so...so fucking sweet?” Cesc moans.

“Because you want it to work,” Guti says. It makes perfect sense, right before he comes all over Cesc and Mesut comes all over Guti.

Guti falls back with Mesut on top of him and Cesc pulls out, wet, slick and still hard.
Cesc doesn’t get a chance to choose who’s next, because Pique is grabbing him, pulling him down on top of the defender’s long, narrow body. Pique lubes himself, sliding those pretty, lengthy fingers between his thighs.

It’s not like Cesc hasn’t had him. But, he’s never offered himself like this before, so wanton and...slutty. Being drunk and rutting like wild animals in private is one thing, giving it up eagerly in front of your friends and teammates is another.

“Cesc, please please, you don’t know how bad I want it. You’re making me so jealous,” Pique breathes. Iker is right there. He half growls at Pique.

“Mine,” Iker says.

“I know, and I want you too, but this is for Cesc, right?” Pique laughs awkwardly, still pawing at Cesc, as Cesc slides his hips between Gerard’s smooth thighs.

“Okay then,” Iker says. He reaches between Pique and Cesc and strokes Pique’s long cock.

Cesc takes Pique’s thighs in his hands and presses him backwards. The position is lewd and Gerard is so pretty, it makes him look almost feminine to be like that.

Cesc plunges his still hard prick into the wet, stretched hole. He knows all about Pique, how he’s pink and dark blonde down there and how much the boy loves it in his ass. He also knows the things Gerard moans aren’t even close to filthy, not like the way his body responds. The things he says are more like, I love you, please come home, I need you.

Everything becomes a blur to Cesc, when he’s sheathed inside Gerard again. Guti is already fucking Mesut again. Mesut is back on top, riding Guti’s cock. Cesc wonders if he’s loose yet. Cesc feels greedy even thinking about it.

But, there’s Pique, who wants his attention, craves his body, is wrapping his long legs around Cesc’s lithe waist. Gerard begs with beautiful eyes. His adoration of Cesc is so naked and raw for everyone to see. Cesc jams their lips together and kisses him deep, while he circles his hips and hits the place that makes the big defender squirm under him. Cesc jerks him off and makes quick work of Gerard’s desire, because he does really want it all tonight.

While Pique comes, Cesc whispers in his ear, “I’m gonna get you alone later.”

Pique is sticky and panting, but manages to roll Cesc off of him and over to Sergio and Silva. Silva is pretty and quiet and latches onto Cesc’s body without asking questions or making small talk. He and Sergio are good at working together and they kiss him alternately. Cesc has been here before too and knows they don’t mind sharing.

Cesc never gets tired of looking at either body. Sergio is thick and Silva is lithe. One is shy and the other is definitely not. Silva wants to suck Cesc and doesn’t care that he’s sticky and used. Cesc is still rock hard and hasn’t come from pure iron will power. He’s greedy, wants all the cock and ass and come he’s being offered.

Cesc puts Sergio on his hands and knees and starts to fuck him. He can feel Silva’s talented hands and mouth all over his back and ass. While he angles himself to fuck Ramos, he feels Silva’s hot tongue sliding between the cheeks of his ass. Silva spreads him apart and licks him. Cesc slams into Sergio’s tightness.

“You’re bigger than I thought,” Sergio moans. “Your cock…oh, Goddamn.”

Cesc smiles down at the eager, sultry looks that Ramos is throwing over his shoulder. Silva’s fingers are inside Cesc and he would remind Silva that he’s supposed to be topping, but the Canarian’s fingers feel so fucking good. He knows exactly where to rub to make Cesc almost explode.

Cristiano is playing with Iker, just making out with him on the bed. Cristiano is reaching for Pique too, though, making Gerard come closer. Cesc has to wonder about them, even while Sergio is giving him unearthly pleasure. When Pique and Ronaldo aren’t talking trash on one another, they’re recounting how they used to partake in mutual masturbation while on the road with United. Crazy. Cristiano’s fingers dance over Pique’s spent cock and Gerard is getting hard again like magic.

“Mmm, I knew you could get it up again for me,” Cristiano says, leaning across Iker to kiss Gerard on the mouth.

Sergio draws back Cesc’s attention, because he’s coming all over the duvet. All the while, his hips are still vibrating to the beat of invisible music. Cesc has a moment to wonder if it’s still ‘Jingle Bells’ before Sergio’s moaning almost undoes him. Sergio bounces the remainder of his orgasm out on Cesc’s cock before relinquishing it to Silva.

“Cesc, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to fuck your brains out, I’m not even kidding,” Silva tells him. It’s bold, coming from the Canarian, who rarely says anything about anything.

“Don’t worry. I may even come in you, because I’m about to lose my mind,” Cesc purrs. He has a handful of David’s shiny hair and directs him to his lips for kisses.

Cesc leans back against the headboard of Iker’s bed. Everyone is doing something to someone. His head swims, as Silva straddles his lap and sinks Cesc’s rigid cock into his body. Cesc’s head lolls back with the friction of the smaller man on him. He runs his hands up Silva’s thighs and looks up at him. David clenches his eyes shut, but Cesc runs a finger across his lovely lips and Silva opens them for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, David,” Cesc says, and it comes out more loving than he intended and he hears Iker grunt possessively. Cristiano slaps Iker’s ass and demands the captain pay attention to his tongue instead and let Cesc be. Iker is then groaning with desire, because Cristiano is pressing fingers between the goalkeeper’s pale thighs.

Cesc takes Silva hard, holding him firmly enough to leave bruises, filling him with cock until he cries out. David is too turned on to move, so Cesc fucks him from underneath, ravaging him. Silva begs, but not for him to stop, for Cesc to never ever stop. Cesc looks down to see Sergio jerking himself off and watching them. God, maybe Real Madrid does really put Viagra in the food....

“Come, come, come,” Silva whispers, his hard cock thrusts against Cesc’s abs.

“No, I still have three people to fuck,” Cesc cries. Silva is giggling and moaning at the same time.

“You can’t last. I won’t let you, but I’ll get you hard again, I promise” Silva breathes. Then, he starts to move on top of Cesc, swirling his hips. Cesc thinks he fucks a lot like Sergio, of course he does. Oh, fuck.

Silva wiggles on his lap and makes him go even more crazy. Cesc’s mouth slips over Silva’s nipple and he rakes his teeth across it, hoping to distract Silva. But, Silva is determined to make him come and clamps his arms around Cesc’s neck and pounds his body right back.

Pique’s arm is long enough to reach over and stroke David off the rest of the way and he splatters Cesc with hot come and that’s it. It’s too much. Cesc comes inside him, swears he sees stars and Santa’s sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. What he does see is eight horny, perverted footballers, writhing in a pile on the bed. That part is not a hallucination.

David Silva is proud of himself, albeit a little lightheaded when he crawls back to Sergio and he wants more. Silva always wants more, especially when Sergio is involved.

Cristiano takes charge of the situation, cleaning Cesc up with a wet cloth and then he goes after everyone else. Cristiano is like that. No one really knows how he gets off on taking care of people. Ronaldo will caress you and smile at you and whisper you into sweet submission. He doesn’t have to be nice, could get it any way he wants, but he prefers to romance everyone he can get his hands on.

Cesc is sure he himself suffers from sexual ADD, because now he cannot stop looking at Guti. Did Guti mean to give up his ass like everyone else? Because he doesn’t ever for anyone but Raul. Then, there’s Cristiano, who’s had his hands on everyone and looks beyond hot and horny, naked and flushed and so so fucking hard. Cesc is breathless and staring.

Cesc doesn’t even realize Iker is watching him intently, making plans in his head. Iker’s gotten into it and as much as he feels like Cesc belongs to him, he’s getting off on watching Cesc so overwhelmed with sex and desire and ass. Iker knows what a stud he is, but he’s never seen him in a frenzy quite like this.

“I want you hard, soon. Cristiano next, and then me,” Iker says, his tone is gruff and serious.

Cesc does a double take and finds Iker’s dark amber eyes on him, penetrating him to the core without even touching.

“Really? I didn’t think you’d- ”

“Do it, before I change my mind. I don’t know what Guti wants, but I want you to fuck me and I want to see you get Cristiano off,” Iker says.

Guti is sitting up and he runs a hand through his messy hair and fixes it without looking in any mirror. Then, it’s perfect just like before.

“I don’t bottom, but I’ll let you do...something to me, last, in the shower maybe?” Guti says, vaguely. Cesc knows Guti knows exactly what will transpire, because Guti doesn’t do anything without planning. Play-maker brains are wired the same.

“Okay,” Cesc says, the look on Guti’s face makes him shiver and his cock jolts unexpectedly.

Silva does as promised and starts to go down on Cesc. Mesut, always eager to help, assists. Their tongues mingle over the sensitive head of his cock and they take turns taking all of it. Cesc still isn’t hard, but it feels so good to be completely encompassed in a hot, wet mouth. Mesut sucks his balls, somehow taking each one deep and adding just the right amount of pressure to make Cesc squeal.

Iker is moving over Cesc, pressing his hard cock to Cesc’s lips. Cesc’s dark eyes glaze over with pleasure and he opens his mouth for the girth of it.

“Yeah, Cesc, suck Santa’s big fat cock,” Mesut says. Guti is snickering at the gleeful tone in Mesut’s voice and how the German is still playing elf while naked and in the middle of an orgy.

Cesc moans with Iker fucking his mouth. Silva is sucking Cesc’s dick with sex-starved fervor, even though he’s already had so much that he’s still dripping come. Cesc gives up at the thought and relaxes, then his cock is almost instantly stiff again.

“Ooh, look, we did it,” Mesut proclaims.

Pique is now rolling around with Sergio and he looks over and licks his lips, looks at his watch.

“God, it’s not even fifteen minutes this time,” Pique says. Sergio pulls him back over to kiss again.

“Cristiano, come here,” Silva says. Iker sits back and takes his cock away from Cesc’s lips, which turn to a pout, but Cristiano is there in a moment.

Cesc thinks the Portuguese almost looks bashful when Cesc asks him how he wants it. Cris bites his lip and his eyes are wide.

“He gets the hottest when he’s on his side,” Guti answers for him. So, Cesc makes it happen, lining himself up with Cristiano’s amazing back, pressing him up against his bare chest.

Guti and Iker’s hands are on them, preparing and spurring them on, so that all Cesc has to do is move his hips to meet Cristiano’s needy body.

“It’s only going to take me a few minutes and then you’re going to Iker,” Cristiano says, as Cesc pushes into him.

“What if I want your ass all night?” Cesc teases, shoving in his cock only a tiny bit and then taking it away again.

“Sorry, can’t have...just do me now, okay?” Cristiano sputters, backing himself at Cesc, who obliges, even though it would be fun to tease Ronaldo all night.

Cesc laughs and gives him what he wants. Mesut is back and eyeing Cristiano, not with jealousy, but like he wants to participate.

“Suck that cock, German boy, if you want it,” Cesc says. Mesut does so, without hesitation. Damn, the boy’s skills are impressive. It makes Cesc’s cock harder just watching him handle all of Ronaldo’s big prick.

Cristiano grasps at Cesc, holds his hand, while the Spaniard starts to slide inside him. Cesc is gentle, making friction, trying to draw out every reaction from the responsive Portuguese man. Cesc makes slow, lingering thrusts into Cristiano’s ass. Cris loops his leg backwards over Cesc’s pulling him closer and at the same time, shoving his cock further into Mesut’s throat. Özil doesn’t mind. All the while, his exotic eyes are fixed on the two men above him.

Guti is still hovering, but he moves between Iker and Pique, garnering attention from both men. Silva and Sergio are back to being lost in each other and Cesc is almost sure they’ve forgotten the rest of the world even still exists.

Cristiano wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t take long. He takes advantage of Cesc’s erection, using every inch of it. Cesc can’t linger or tease anymore, because Cris is just taking it all from him, moving on it and he’s too strong for Cesc to overpower. Cristiano moans, clenches around Cesc’s cock and shudders all over.

“Cesc, Cesc, CESC! OH!” he screams. Guti makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a snicker.

Cesc can’t see Ronaldo’s orgasm, because Mesut is gulping it all down, but he feels it rock the entire bed, possibly the room. Cesc has to take a deep breath to keep from being dragged along with him. The man is so fucking hot and he’s still holding onto Cesc for dear life, when Cesc pries his fingers away...because Iker is giving him that look.

Mesut collects Cristiano’s limp body, gratefully and snuggles him close. Cesc thinks the gesture is adorable and loving, until he realizes Cristiano is spreading his legs for the German now and that Özil is going to take that well-fucked ass a little longer.

But, Iker Casillas. San Iker, Santa Iker, IKER, whatever you want to call him...some people can’t help but call him ‘Daddy’ is giving Cesc a look that makes him ache in places no one could touch but Iker. Iker, Iker, Iker, it’s time for the best gift of all. A gift Cesc thought was strictly off-limits.

Now Cesc is the one who can forget about everyone else, as the goalkeeper falls down on his knees in front of him. Guti is smiling when he hands Cesc the bottle of lube. Cesc takes it, but chooses to kiss down Iker’s beautiful round ass first. He dips his tongue inside the crack and traces down to his hole. Cesc licks, dabs at it and then digs his tongue inside. Iker’s fingers grip a handful of duvet and he makes a strangled noise.

Cesc gives him more tongue and in seconds, Iker is mewling and squirming, spreading his legs apart. Cesc thinks he must be putting on a bit, trying to make it more exciting for Cesc’s benefit. Cesc sits back for a moment and Iker shakes his ass in frustration, wanting more.

“I should’ve warned you what a little slut he turns into,” Guti laughs, shoving Cesc back to the task at hand.

Cesc dives back in, pleasuring Iker with his mouth until he’s wet and dripping, begging for cock and jerking his big cock, because he cannot wait.

“Ask for it,” Cesc whispers. Iker looks annoyed and impatient, but he’s so hot for it that he’s jamming fingers into himself.

“Fuck me, Cesc, please. I need your cock in me...deep. Make it deep, okay? Please?” Iker pleads.

Cesc nods and reclaims the keeper’s body. He grabs Iker’s hand and replaces it with his own cock. Cesc grabs Iker by the thighs and holds him. Cesc presses the fat head of his cock and it slides in so fucking easy. Iker is more than ready. He’s easy. San Iker is really fucking easy and Cesc had no idea.

Cesc pounds him, on his knees like every slut likes it. His cock is so hard, harder than he recalls it’s ever been. Iker rubs his own nipples, pinches himself and stretches his body back for Cesc’s affection. What he gets is spanked back down by the Arsenal captain’s forceful hand.

“Spank me, fuck me, I love it,” Iker wails.

Cesc keeps giving it to him that way and soon there are handprints on Iker’s ass and tears forming under his lush eyelashes. Cesc takes over the pinching and he reaches to roughly jerk Iker’s fat cock. Iker comes too quickly, in Cesc’s hand, on the coverlet, everywhere. The goalkeeper yells his ecstasy, his praise of everything Cesc Fabregas and some things Cesc can’t even understand.

As Iker falls away, Cesc sits back and realizes all eyes are on him. Even Guti looks surprised.

“What?” he says, trying to catch his breath.

“If you ever tell anyone about that, I’ll kill you all,” Iker mumbles, before passing out.

Guti keeps his promise about going to the shower and Cesc is nearly too tired to go, but he does. He has to know what Guti will give him. Guti closes and locks the door, turns on the steaming water and beckons Cesc to come in with him.

Cesc sits back on the edge of the marble tile and watches the hot blonde soaping himself up. When he’s finished with himself, he starts to rub soap all over Cesc too. Cesc is still hard and tender at the same time. Guti strokes him with a slick hand and gives him a suggestive look.

“I guess you want to fuck me now,” Cesc laughs, catching Guti’s hand and pulling him closer. He still really wants to come, despite being worn out and nearly sore from fucking.

Guti shakes his head and turns around, presenting his gorgeous, firm ass to Cesc.

“No, you’re fucking me. That’s if you think you can keep a secret,” Guti says, as Cesc’s hands cup the pale cheeks of his perfect ass.

“I’ll never tell a soul,” Cesc says, getting up and backing Guti into the shower wall.

“Good. Keep your mouth shut and I’ll let you have the best Christmas ever,” Guti laughs.

Cesc smiles, sucks down Guti’s shoulder and then starts to slip inside him. Guti’s right, he decides, it certainly feels like the best Christmas ever.

mesut ozil, iker, oh sergio, cristiano, football slash, gerard pique, unlocked post, guti, cesc

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