Ficlet Round-up
Title: Ficlet Round-up, December and January
Pairings: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas(2 AU), Lionel Messi/Sergio Aguero, Bojan/Pep, Cesc/Jack Wilshere/Kieran Gibbs, Cristiano Ronaldo/Jose Mourinho, John Terry/Cesc Fabregas/Frank Lampard, Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique, Diego Godin/Joan Capdevila, Xavi Hernandez/Carles Puyol
Rating: NC-17 mostly
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. This is all lies. The codeine wrote it, not me, I swear. Drugs are bad!
A/N: Written for prompts at alldayfootiecp. Thanks to everyone who leaves awesome prompts and writes. I love you guys! If you haven't been there yet, come by and check it out.
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas, carnival/fair AU
Prompt: Cesc, going to the fair.
Iker Casillas was not the kind of guy that one brought home. He only worked the fair circuit because he didn't like staying in one place very long. He was a loner and it got old.
Iker sat in the booth, staring with apathy past all the kids who were trying to shoot water into a target that was impossible to hit. Everyone wanted to win the big panda. No one was going to win the fucking panda, not on his watch.
Until HE wandered up, Iker was idly chewing his gum and taking tickets, but this boy...slight, dark eyes, perfectly spiky black hair....
Iker took his tickets and the boy stop eating his candy floss and took the water gun.
"What's your name?" Iker asked, leaning up against the post and smiling at the kid.
"Cesc Fabregas and I am totally going to win this panda. OMG, PANDA!" Cesc exclaimed.
He was a little old to be getting excited over stuffed animals, Iker thought, but, what the hell...with an ass like that, the kid could get excited about whatever he wanted.
Iker hopped over the counter and stood with the guy. No one was around anyway and it was getting dark. Iker showed him how to hold the gun with both hands.
"Here, let me aim you," Iker said. The kid raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, blushed a little.
"Um, yeah, sure, okay," Cesc stammered.
Iker wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and angled him at the target.
"Just aim it in the hole and don't stop until you get what you want," Iker breathed in his ear. Cesc shivered, even though it was a hot night.
"Okay," he whispered, as Iker reached over and started the game.
Cesc did as he was told, and Iker made sure he didn't move a bit. Even though the water spray never wavered from the target, no bells and whistles came on and Cesc seemed dejected. Iker let go of him.
"I lost," Cesc sighed.
"Well, if you want to give me something in return, I think you could have the panda anyway. Like say a kiss?" Iker squeezed Cesc's gorgeous little ass.
Cesc's eyes got wide and then he looked around to make sure no one was watching.
"I'd blow you for an awesome panda like that," he purred, suggestively in Iker's ear.
Then, it was Iker's turn for wide eyes, while he pulled the lad into the back room. Cesc was on his knees before Iker could unbuckle his belt.
Cesc went down on him, taking all the length and girth of Iker's hard cock, sucking and licking it all over. Iker's eyes rolled back and he lost his breath, as the boy's lips wrapped around each weighty ball and he took care of the older man's whole package. Cesc was so good, so slutty, so utterly in love with cock, that Iker blew his load in embarrassing record time and the boy gulped it all down.
Iker fell back into his chair at the booth and still couldn't breathe well. He wasn't even sure his jeans were buttoned right. He steadied himself and watched as Cesc Fabregas wandered, grinning, back into the fair with a giant stuffed panda under each arm and Iker's phone number in his back pocket.
"Fuck," Iker muttered, unable to stop thinking about those dark eyes looking up at him.
It was possible he was sticking around and that Cesc had won more than a couple of cheap plush animals.
***
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas, teacher/student AU
Prompt: Iker is the teacher, Cesc is the naughty school girl...(I made Cesc a naughty schoolboy, but the sentiment is still the same, he’s NAUGHTY.)
Mr. Casillas opened his desk drawer and took out the wooden paddle he reserved for the really bad kids. It wasn't that Cesc was so much bad, he made good grades and always came to school...it was just...Cesc was a distraction.
Cesc sat in the front row and batted his eyelashes, drew hearts around the young teacher's name on his folder...crossed and uncrossed his gorgeous legs. When Iker was giving Cesc special instruction, the young boy had to touch Iker's arm, his thigh. Cesc had to lick his impossibly full lips and laugh in such a way that gave Iker a hard-on all afternoon.
So, Cesc was going to have to stay after class and bend over the solid wooden desk and slide his underwear down. He was going to have to show Iker that full little ass, the ass that was always causing trouble....
Cesc pulled his white briefs down just below the swell of his ass and Mr. Casillas took the paddle in his hand. Even then, Cesc was still being bad, his swollen cock digging into all of Iker's un-graded papers on the desk, leaking pre-cum on peoples' tests.
"Why are you so bad?" Iker asked, gritting his teeth and pressing the cold wood paddle against the hot little ass.
Cesc was smiling against the desk, spreading his legs like a whore. Iker gave him an experimental whack and Cesc moaned/gasped.
"I can't help it, Mr. Casillas, you make me want to be bad," Cesc panted.
Iker whacked him again, this time hard and Cesc cried out and tried to jerk himself off.
"Why?" Iker demanded, spanking again, leaving an angry red mark on the student's perfect booty.
Cesc squeaked and tears formed under those beautiful, seductive lashes.
"Because you're so good...oh, God, you're so fucking good. I won't behave until you fuck it out of me!" Cesc mewled.
Iker gave him one final spank, a loud crack, and Cesc couldn't help but let go and come all over his own fist and the teacher's desk.
"Filthy," Iker muttered, but then he was taking Cesc's hand, coating his finger's with the boy's juices and using it to prepare his ass.
Cesc grinned against the desk, as the teacher's huge prick spread his tight hole. His dick got hard again instantly, while Mr. Casillas fucked him wide open. Cesc was pleased the educator thought fucking him would make Cesc behave, but Cesc secretly knew it would only corrupt the both of them further. God, he loved being bad.
***
Picture Prompt: Sergio “Kun” Aguero/Lionel Messi
Note: Takes place in South Africa
Sergio leaned under the hot spray of the shower and sighed heavily. He couldn't really remember playing for less time and having the life completely drained from his body. He wasn't even sure he'd broken a sweat....
The glass shower door opened and Lionel stepped inside. He looked invigorated and unfazed by the match results. Leo had a bottle of shampoo and shampoo in his hair. Messi's hair was half spiked with froth, not quite a fauxhawk hairstyle, but an attempt maybe.
"What are you doing?" Kun had to laugh.
Leo smiled at him. "I'm trying to make my hair like yours, but it doesn't want to go," Lionel sighed.
Kun couldn't help but let his eyes drift down the smaller man's naked, soapy body. Did he ever notice Leo's ass? How it was a little too big for his slight frame? Dios.
"Here, let me try. Your hair is really fine, so it may not go," Kun said, pulling Messi over in front of him and taking the shampoo from him.
Kun played with the other boy's hair, trying to shape it into a rooster-like thing, but it was too long and too fine and it just fell over sideways.
"It won't go. I think you need gel. Let me rinse you?" Kun said. He angled Leo under the water and massaged his scalp.
Leo moaned when Kun's fingers rubbed into his head. Kun let his hands roam and he rubbed Leo's shoulders and went further, massaging his lithe, but muscular back and hips...and finally...that ass.
By the time Kun's hands were touching Messi's pert little booty, Leo wasn't even trying to conceal his arousal or his moans. Kun just went for it, wrapping a hand around the boy's hard cock and kissing and sucking his neck.
"Oh, God, Kun, please, just do it," Leo moaned. Kun obliged him, taking shampoo and rubbing it into Leo's tight ass, digging fingers into his hole, making him slick and wet.
Kun took him hard and fast, pressing Leo's hot body against the tile wall and slipping easily inside. He got Kun so hot with that tight little body, that Kun had to sit down on the bench before he fell over. He took Leo on his lap.
Kun came and took Leo along, this time, his hand on Messi's spurting cock while he thrust through his own orgasm. Kun's head lolled back against the tile and Leo looked down at him, blushing and grinning.
"I only came here to cheer you up," Leo laughed.
Kun kissed him and squeezed his ass. "Well, mission accomplished."
***
Pairing: Bojan/Pep
Prompt: “I need some Pep porn.” which I read as “I need Pep and Popcorn.”
Don’t ask what’s wrong with me, LOL.
Bojan pouted his way through dinner and a half of a movie. Dating the manager was hard, Pep knew, but Bojan needed to learn how to separate being a player and being a boyfriend.
"I fucking hate this, I can't do anything right. I want to run away from everything," Bojan whispered, in the quiet theater, to the backdrop of some Narnia movie they were supposed to be watching.
Pep rolled his eyes and munched his popcorn. "Bo, I thought maybe a nice evening out would make you happy. You know I can't discuss a game with you outside of work," Pep said, his hand creeping over to grab Bojan's.
"I just want to go. I don't want to have a romantic evening. I'm the worst and you won't even comfort me. Isn't that what couples are supposed to do?" Bojan stammered. Pep took Bojan's hand and settled it on the warm bulge between his legs.
"Bojan, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to punish you and say you should put in for a transfer to England or something? Or do you want me to say you're full of potential and you've yet to even begin your career?" Pep sighed, rubbed himself against Bojan's hand and leaned over to nuzzle his stubbly chin against the youth's smooth cheek.
"I don't know what I want anymore," Bojan said, flatly, with no emotion because he was worn out and frustrated.
"Let me make it simple, baby. You're fine, you'll be fine, and I want you, both as a coach and a lover. Besides, if you leave, you can't have this cock anymore, and you want this cock, regardless of football, right?" Pep murmured against Bojan's neck.
"Uh-huh," Bojan shivered, and flung his handful of popcorn up into the air, as Pep sucked a mark onto his tender neck.
Once they were home, and Pep was pressing between Bojan's thighs, giving it to him hard and rough, then sweet and torrid, Bojan tried to remember how he'd ever become upset in the first place. If he never scored another goal as long as he lived, it was worth it just to have Pep's body, Pep's cock, Pep's love...within reach twenty four hours a day.
***
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Arsenal
Prompt: Cesc doing bed checks.
Cesc would be damned if he was going to let bad behavior keep Arsenal from winning. He didn't want people tweeting late at night, or being caught sneaking out of the hotel. He definitely didn't want to catch anyone with a girl in their room.
The Arsenal captain went door to door, knocking and making sure everyone was getting ready for bed like they were supposed to be. Everyone was, with the exception of Jack and Gibbs. From outside the door, he could hear Jack moaning. Oh, for fuck sake, he'd somehow gotten a girl past Wenger. Cesc hoped it wasn't another stripper.
Cesc whipped the door open, ready to yell. What he saw, was Jack, naked on the bed, legs spread and Kieran going down on him.
"Oh, fuck yeah, suck it." Jack moaned.
Cesc wanted to tell them to go to bed, but technically, they were in bed and the sight of Gibbs taking all of Jack's big cock in his mouth was getting him hard.
Finally, the two of them looked up. Gibbs sat up, eyes wide, and Jack covered himself with the pillow.
"Oh my God, Cesc, it's not...we're...we didn't mean to-" Jack stammered.
Kieran arranged his unbuttoned jeans so that his big hard-on was no longer poking out and he looked everywhere but at his captain.
"Hmm, I think the two of you are very bad boys and you should be sleeping by now," Cesc told them.
"We know and we're sorry," Jack said. His cock was still so hard it was threatening to break through the pillow.
Cesc licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at them.
"Well, I think if the two of you take turns sucking my cock, that I could probably forget all about it," Cesc said, digging his throbbing erection out of his pants.
"Please, yes, I've wanted to do that forever," Gibbs said, his breath shaky at the idea of sucking that beautiful Spanish cock.
Cesc went to move toward the bed, but Jack was already up and dragging Cesc into the room, closing and locking the door. The two boys eagerly got down on their knees for their captain.
As Cesc took turns fucking each of their hot little mouths, he thought maybe he needed to start doing more thorough bed checks for these two. Clearly they were probably up to no good more than he knew.
***
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Jose Mourinho(implied)
Prompt: Punishing Jose
Cris looked one way and then the other, the coast was clear, so he stepped into Jose's office and shut the door behind him.
He opened The Mister's desk and took out two packs of chewing gum and stuffed them into his pockets. Then, he found it, the sacred black book.
Cristiano chuckled to himself as he ripped out page after page.
Ramos: amazing torso, mmm, and those eyes!
Cris ripped the page and crumpled it up and threw it in the trash bin. He ripped and crumpled Jose's notes on the whole team, until he got to the last page where he found his own name with a heart drawn around it. Then, he had to smile. He tore that page out, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.
Later, when Jose was running around in a mad tirade, Cristiano only smiled and shrugged. Cris ran his fingers over the piece of paper in his pocket. Jose was crazy, intense, and passionate sometimes, but to be with a man like that, a truly great man, it was worth the price of being constantly annoyed.
***
Pairing: John Terry/Cesc Fabregas/Frank Lampard
Prompt: Good boy
JT couldn't quite remember how the Arsenal captain ended up in their bed. It may have been the whiskey...or possibly how Frank had started sucking the lad off before they ever left the pub.
Anyway, the lean and slutty Catalan was stretched between them, John's massive erection sliding in and out of his ass, Frank's length penetrating the boy's mouth.
John giggled a bit when the Spaniard pressed back at him, chasing more girth of cock.
"Someone," JT slurred drunkenly, slapping the cute little ass in front of him, "said that Messi's a good boy...are you a good boy, Cesc? Are all La Masia boys good boys?"
"Uh-uh," Cesc mumbled, around Frank's cock.
"I think you're little whores, is what I think...." JT pounded him harder, until Cesc was rock hard and shivering.
Frank inhaled sharply and came all over Cesc's talented lips.
"He seems like a pretty damned good boy to me," Frank snickered, rubbing his cock across Cesc's mouth.
After JT finished with the horny boy's tight, eager little ass, he had to agree.
***
Starring: Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique
Prompt: If you tweet “Ooooh” one more time....
Cesc gave Gerard one more shot of tequila and watched the defender's eyes slam shut. Pique slumped over on the sofa and Cesc grabbed him before he could hit the coffee table and arranged him on the sofa. Cesc got up and opened the door, letting in an older man who was covered in tattoos and carrying a duffle bag.
The man looked Pique over and then looked at Cesc. Cesc nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure and there's a thousand euros extra if you don't judge me," Cesc sighed, taking Pique's limp arm and gesturing to the man.
"Okay, dude, whatever," the guy said, taking out his equipment from the bag.
Cesc laid Gerard's arm on the coffee table and stretched it out.
The guy plugged in his tattoo needle and got out the ink.
"What did you say you wanted the tattoo to say?" the guy asked, scratching his goatee.
"I want it to say, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cesc said, wryly, glaring at his unconscious best friend.
***
Pairing: Diego Godin/Joan Capdevila
Prompt: Diego/someone surprising
Diego never expected to miss Capdevila so much when he left Villarreal. After all, it had only been a few awkward gropes in the dark with a married man. Diego felt stupid for pining. He felt even more pathetic when he thought of the upcoming match with Villarreal and got hard just thinking about Joan all sweaty and running down the pitch like a wild wild thing.
Surely Capdevila wouldn't come to him. Jerking each other off and making out half asleep was accidental, wasn't it? It's not something you planned.
But, Diego had grown used to it. He ached for those times when he slipped under sheets and into the Catalan's warm, naked embrace. When he touched himself, all he thought of was how Joan kissed him, deep and skillfully, even when it wasn't exactly necessary for getting off.
After the match, he turned down whatever sort of activities Kun and Forlan had organized. When Joan came to the door, Diego pretended this was a completely normal, platonic, guys hanging out sort of thing.
Joan wasn't pretending anything when he wrapped his arms around Godin and pressed him down into the fluffy bed. Capdevila kissed him, openly, and started to strip Diego of his clothes.
"I was worried you'd forgotten about this, so I came to remind you," Joan murmured, tugging down Diego's jeans and licking down the younger man's lean belly.
"I didn't forget...I just thought it wasn't real," Diego breathed.
Joan straddled Diego's waist and lined Godin's hard cock up with his willing body.
"Tell me this doesn't feel real...."
***
Pairing: Xavi Hernandez/Carles Puyol
Prompt: worst date ever
Xavi really should've known better than to let Iker and Sara set him up. It's not that he had anything against Sara, she really loved Iker, but he had a bad feeling about her friends. Sara was not his type, so he doubted her friend would be either.
Before Xavi even saw her, he was thinking skinny, rich, vapid.... and he wasn't wrong. She was lovely, in the I-need-a-sandwich kind of way that all those model/TV presenters were. While she droned on about shopping and vacations and handbags, Xavi ordered everything on the menu, just to see if she'd be tempted.
In a way, he felt like he was committing some unethical act, like feeding hungry lions and that he would disrupt the natural order of nature. Fuck it, he ate dessert first.
She excused herself to the ladies' and Xavi texted Carles:
Boring, anorexic date. Help me, Jesus.
Carles texted back: So hungry, I could eat you. Ditch her and come for me.
Xavi smiled at his phone, wiggled his eyebrows at it and then his date was back.
"You know what? My back is killing me, think I'll probably have to leave you early...." Xavi mumbled. His date didn't seem all that bothered and he picked up the check and got all the food to go.
**
Carles, Xavi and all the food were sprawled in the middle of the captain's big bed. Xavi fed Carles sweet, creamy filling from his fingertips and smeared the rest down the larger man's perfect chest.
"How was your date?" Carles moaned, as Xavi licked down his sternum.
"It was the worst date ever," Xavi said, he had a cream puff in one hand and Carles' big cock in the other.
"Worst date ever ends with my cock in your mouth?" Carles laughed.
"Okay, maybe it's turning into the best date ever," Xavi sighed and wrapped his lips around the amazing cock.
***end***
Pairings: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas(2 AU), Lionel Messi/Sergio Aguero, Bojan/Pep, Cesc/Jack Wilshere/Kieran Gibbs, Cristiano Ronaldo/Jose Mourinho, John Terry/Cesc Fabregas/Frank Lampard, Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique, Diego Godin/Joan Capdevila, Xavi Hernandez/Carles Puyol
Rating: NC-17 mostly
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. This is all lies. The codeine wrote it, not me, I swear. Drugs are bad!
A/N: Written for prompts at alldayfootiecp. Thanks to everyone who leaves awesome prompts and writes. I love you guys! If you haven't been there yet, come by and check it out.
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas, carnival/fair AU
Prompt: Cesc, going to the fair.
Iker Casillas was not the kind of guy that one brought home. He only worked the fair circuit because he didn't like staying in one place very long. He was a loner and it got old.
Iker sat in the booth, staring with apathy past all the kids who were trying to shoot water into a target that was impossible to hit. Everyone wanted to win the big panda. No one was going to win the fucking panda, not on his watch.
Until HE wandered up, Iker was idly chewing his gum and taking tickets, but this boy...slight, dark eyes, perfectly spiky black hair....
Iker took his tickets and the boy stop eating his candy floss and took the water gun.
"What's your name?" Iker asked, leaning up against the post and smiling at the kid.
"Cesc Fabregas and I am totally going to win this panda. OMG, PANDA!" Cesc exclaimed.
He was a little old to be getting excited over stuffed animals, Iker thought, but, what the hell...with an ass like that, the kid could get excited about whatever he wanted.
Iker hopped over the counter and stood with the guy. No one was around anyway and it was getting dark. Iker showed him how to hold the gun with both hands.
"Here, let me aim you," Iker said. The kid raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, blushed a little.
"Um, yeah, sure, okay," Cesc stammered.
Iker wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and angled him at the target.
"Just aim it in the hole and don't stop until you get what you want," Iker breathed in his ear. Cesc shivered, even though it was a hot night.
"Okay," he whispered, as Iker reached over and started the game.
Cesc did as he was told, and Iker made sure he didn't move a bit. Even though the water spray never wavered from the target, no bells and whistles came on and Cesc seemed dejected. Iker let go of him.
"I lost," Cesc sighed.
"Well, if you want to give me something in return, I think you could have the panda anyway. Like say a kiss?" Iker squeezed Cesc's gorgeous little ass.
Cesc's eyes got wide and then he looked around to make sure no one was watching.
"I'd blow you for an awesome panda like that," he purred, suggestively in Iker's ear.
Then, it was Iker's turn for wide eyes, while he pulled the lad into the back room. Cesc was on his knees before Iker could unbuckle his belt.
Cesc went down on him, taking all the length and girth of Iker's hard cock, sucking and licking it all over. Iker's eyes rolled back and he lost his breath, as the boy's lips wrapped around each weighty ball and he took care of the older man's whole package. Cesc was so good, so slutty, so utterly in love with cock, that Iker blew his load in embarrassing record time and the boy gulped it all down.
Iker fell back into his chair at the booth and still couldn't breathe well. He wasn't even sure his jeans were buttoned right. He steadied himself and watched as Cesc Fabregas wandered, grinning, back into the fair with a giant stuffed panda under each arm and Iker's phone number in his back pocket.
"Fuck," Iker muttered, unable to stop thinking about those dark eyes looking up at him.
It was possible he was sticking around and that Cesc had won more than a couple of cheap plush animals.
***
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas, teacher/student AU
Prompt: Iker is the teacher, Cesc is the naughty school girl...(I made Cesc a naughty schoolboy, but the sentiment is still the same, he’s NAUGHTY.)
Mr. Casillas opened his desk drawer and took out the wooden paddle he reserved for the really bad kids. It wasn't that Cesc was so much bad, he made good grades and always came to school...it was just...Cesc was a distraction.
Cesc sat in the front row and batted his eyelashes, drew hearts around the young teacher's name on his folder...crossed and uncrossed his gorgeous legs. When Iker was giving Cesc special instruction, the young boy had to touch Iker's arm, his thigh. Cesc had to lick his impossibly full lips and laugh in such a way that gave Iker a hard-on all afternoon.
So, Cesc was going to have to stay after class and bend over the solid wooden desk and slide his underwear down. He was going to have to show Iker that full little ass, the ass that was always causing trouble....
Cesc pulled his white briefs down just below the swell of his ass and Mr. Casillas took the paddle in his hand. Even then, Cesc was still being bad, his swollen cock digging into all of Iker's un-graded papers on the desk, leaking pre-cum on peoples' tests.
"Why are you so bad?" Iker asked, gritting his teeth and pressing the cold wood paddle against the hot little ass.
Cesc was smiling against the desk, spreading his legs like a whore. Iker gave him an experimental whack and Cesc moaned/gasped.
"I can't help it, Mr. Casillas, you make me want to be bad," Cesc panted.
Iker whacked him again, this time hard and Cesc cried out and tried to jerk himself off.
"Why?" Iker demanded, spanking again, leaving an angry red mark on the student's perfect booty.
Cesc squeaked and tears formed under those beautiful, seductive lashes.
"Because you're so good...oh, God, you're so fucking good. I won't behave until you fuck it out of me!" Cesc mewled.
Iker gave him one final spank, a loud crack, and Cesc couldn't help but let go and come all over his own fist and the teacher's desk.
"Filthy," Iker muttered, but then he was taking Cesc's hand, coating his finger's with the boy's juices and using it to prepare his ass.
Cesc grinned against the desk, as the teacher's huge prick spread his tight hole. His dick got hard again instantly, while Mr. Casillas fucked him wide open. Cesc was pleased the educator thought fucking him would make Cesc behave, but Cesc secretly knew it would only corrupt the both of them further. God, he loved being bad.
***
Picture Prompt: Sergio “Kun” Aguero/Lionel Messi
Note: Takes place in South Africa
Sergio leaned under the hot spray of the shower and sighed heavily. He couldn't really remember playing for less time and having the life completely drained from his body. He wasn't even sure he'd broken a sweat....
The glass shower door opened and Lionel stepped inside. He looked invigorated and unfazed by the match results. Leo had a bottle of shampoo and shampoo in his hair. Messi's hair was half spiked with froth, not quite a fauxhawk hairstyle, but an attempt maybe.
"What are you doing?" Kun had to laugh.
Leo smiled at him. "I'm trying to make my hair like yours, but it doesn't want to go," Lionel sighed.
Kun couldn't help but let his eyes drift down the smaller man's naked, soapy body. Did he ever notice Leo's ass? How it was a little too big for his slight frame? Dios.
"Here, let me try. Your hair is really fine, so it may not go," Kun said, pulling Messi over in front of him and taking the shampoo from him.
Kun played with the other boy's hair, trying to shape it into a rooster-like thing, but it was too long and too fine and it just fell over sideways.
"It won't go. I think you need gel. Let me rinse you?" Kun said. He angled Leo under the water and massaged his scalp.
Leo moaned when Kun's fingers rubbed into his head. Kun let his hands roam and he rubbed Leo's shoulders and went further, massaging his lithe, but muscular back and hips...and finally...that ass.
By the time Kun's hands were touching Messi's pert little booty, Leo wasn't even trying to conceal his arousal or his moans. Kun just went for it, wrapping a hand around the boy's hard cock and kissing and sucking his neck.
"Oh, God, Kun, please, just do it," Leo moaned. Kun obliged him, taking shampoo and rubbing it into Leo's tight ass, digging fingers into his hole, making him slick and wet.
Kun took him hard and fast, pressing Leo's hot body against the tile wall and slipping easily inside. He got Kun so hot with that tight little body, that Kun had to sit down on the bench before he fell over. He took Leo on his lap.
Kun came and took Leo along, this time, his hand on Messi's spurting cock while he thrust through his own orgasm. Kun's head lolled back against the tile and Leo looked down at him, blushing and grinning.
"I only came here to cheer you up," Leo laughed.
Kun kissed him and squeezed his ass. "Well, mission accomplished."
***
Pairing: Bojan/Pep
Prompt: “I need some Pep porn.” which I read as “I need Pep and Popcorn.”
Don’t ask what’s wrong with me, LOL.
Bojan pouted his way through dinner and a half of a movie. Dating the manager was hard, Pep knew, but Bojan needed to learn how to separate being a player and being a boyfriend.
"I fucking hate this, I can't do anything right. I want to run away from everything," Bojan whispered, in the quiet theater, to the backdrop of some Narnia movie they were supposed to be watching.
Pep rolled his eyes and munched his popcorn. "Bo, I thought maybe a nice evening out would make you happy. You know I can't discuss a game with you outside of work," Pep said, his hand creeping over to grab Bojan's.
"I just want to go. I don't want to have a romantic evening. I'm the worst and you won't even comfort me. Isn't that what couples are supposed to do?" Bojan stammered. Pep took Bojan's hand and settled it on the warm bulge between his legs.
"Bojan, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to punish you and say you should put in for a transfer to England or something? Or do you want me to say you're full of potential and you've yet to even begin your career?" Pep sighed, rubbed himself against Bojan's hand and leaned over to nuzzle his stubbly chin against the youth's smooth cheek.
"I don't know what I want anymore," Bojan said, flatly, with no emotion because he was worn out and frustrated.
"Let me make it simple, baby. You're fine, you'll be fine, and I want you, both as a coach and a lover. Besides, if you leave, you can't have this cock anymore, and you want this cock, regardless of football, right?" Pep murmured against Bojan's neck.
"Uh-huh," Bojan shivered, and flung his handful of popcorn up into the air, as Pep sucked a mark onto his tender neck.
Once they were home, and Pep was pressing between Bojan's thighs, giving it to him hard and rough, then sweet and torrid, Bojan tried to remember how he'd ever become upset in the first place. If he never scored another goal as long as he lived, it was worth it just to have Pep's body, Pep's cock, Pep's love...within reach twenty four hours a day.
***
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Arsenal
Prompt: Cesc doing bed checks.
Cesc would be damned if he was going to let bad behavior keep Arsenal from winning. He didn't want people tweeting late at night, or being caught sneaking out of the hotel. He definitely didn't want to catch anyone with a girl in their room.
The Arsenal captain went door to door, knocking and making sure everyone was getting ready for bed like they were supposed to be. Everyone was, with the exception of Jack and Gibbs. From outside the door, he could hear Jack moaning. Oh, for fuck sake, he'd somehow gotten a girl past Wenger. Cesc hoped it wasn't another stripper.
Cesc whipped the door open, ready to yell. What he saw, was Jack, naked on the bed, legs spread and Kieran going down on him.
"Oh, fuck yeah, suck it." Jack moaned.
Cesc wanted to tell them to go to bed, but technically, they were in bed and the sight of Gibbs taking all of Jack's big cock in his mouth was getting him hard.
Finally, the two of them looked up. Gibbs sat up, eyes wide, and Jack covered himself with the pillow.
"Oh my God, Cesc, it's not...we're...we didn't mean to-" Jack stammered.
Kieran arranged his unbuttoned jeans so that his big hard-on was no longer poking out and he looked everywhere but at his captain.
"Hmm, I think the two of you are very bad boys and you should be sleeping by now," Cesc told them.
"We know and we're sorry," Jack said. His cock was still so hard it was threatening to break through the pillow.
Cesc licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at them.
"Well, I think if the two of you take turns sucking my cock, that I could probably forget all about it," Cesc said, digging his throbbing erection out of his pants.
"Please, yes, I've wanted to do that forever," Gibbs said, his breath shaky at the idea of sucking that beautiful Spanish cock.
Cesc went to move toward the bed, but Jack was already up and dragging Cesc into the room, closing and locking the door. The two boys eagerly got down on their knees for their captain.
As Cesc took turns fucking each of their hot little mouths, he thought maybe he needed to start doing more thorough bed checks for these two. Clearly they were probably up to no good more than he knew.
***
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Jose Mourinho(implied)
Prompt: Punishing Jose
Cris looked one way and then the other, the coast was clear, so he stepped into Jose's office and shut the door behind him.
He opened The Mister's desk and took out two packs of chewing gum and stuffed them into his pockets. Then, he found it, the sacred black book.
Cristiano chuckled to himself as he ripped out page after page.
Ramos: amazing torso, mmm, and those eyes!
Cris ripped the page and crumpled it up and threw it in the trash bin. He ripped and crumpled Jose's notes on the whole team, until he got to the last page where he found his own name with a heart drawn around it. Then, he had to smile. He tore that page out, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.
Later, when Jose was running around in a mad tirade, Cristiano only smiled and shrugged. Cris ran his fingers over the piece of paper in his pocket. Jose was crazy, intense, and passionate sometimes, but to be with a man like that, a truly great man, it was worth the price of being constantly annoyed.
***
Pairing: John Terry/Cesc Fabregas/Frank Lampard
Prompt: Good boy
JT couldn't quite remember how the Arsenal captain ended up in their bed. It may have been the whiskey...or possibly how Frank had started sucking the lad off before they ever left the pub.
Anyway, the lean and slutty Catalan was stretched between them, John's massive erection sliding in and out of his ass, Frank's length penetrating the boy's mouth.
John giggled a bit when the Spaniard pressed back at him, chasing more girth of cock.
"Someone," JT slurred drunkenly, slapping the cute little ass in front of him, "said that Messi's a good boy...are you a good boy, Cesc? Are all La Masia boys good boys?"
"Uh-uh," Cesc mumbled, around Frank's cock.
"I think you're little whores, is what I think...." JT pounded him harder, until Cesc was rock hard and shivering.
Frank inhaled sharply and came all over Cesc's talented lips.
"He seems like a pretty damned good boy to me," Frank snickered, rubbing his cock across Cesc's mouth.
After JT finished with the horny boy's tight, eager little ass, he had to agree.
***
Starring: Cesc Fabregas, Gerard Pique
Prompt: If you tweet “Ooooh” one more time....
Cesc gave Gerard one more shot of tequila and watched the defender's eyes slam shut. Pique slumped over on the sofa and Cesc grabbed him before he could hit the coffee table and arranged him on the sofa. Cesc got up and opened the door, letting in an older man who was covered in tattoos and carrying a duffle bag.
The man looked Pique over and then looked at Cesc. Cesc nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure and there's a thousand euros extra if you don't judge me," Cesc sighed, taking Pique's limp arm and gesturing to the man.
"Okay, dude, whatever," the guy said, taking out his equipment from the bag.
Cesc laid Gerard's arm on the coffee table and stretched it out.
The guy plugged in his tattoo needle and got out the ink.
"What did you say you wanted the tattoo to say?" the guy asked, scratching his goatee.
"I want it to say, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cesc said, wryly, glaring at his unconscious best friend.
***
Pairing: Diego Godin/Joan Capdevila
Prompt: Diego/someone surprising
Diego never expected to miss Capdevila so much when he left Villarreal. After all, it had only been a few awkward gropes in the dark with a married man. Diego felt stupid for pining. He felt even more pathetic when he thought of the upcoming match with Villarreal and got hard just thinking about Joan all sweaty and running down the pitch like a wild wild thing.
Surely Capdevila wouldn't come to him. Jerking each other off and making out half asleep was accidental, wasn't it? It's not something you planned.
But, Diego had grown used to it. He ached for those times when he slipped under sheets and into the Catalan's warm, naked embrace. When he touched himself, all he thought of was how Joan kissed him, deep and skillfully, even when it wasn't exactly necessary for getting off.
After the match, he turned down whatever sort of activities Kun and Forlan had organized. When Joan came to the door, Diego pretended this was a completely normal, platonic, guys hanging out sort of thing.
Joan wasn't pretending anything when he wrapped his arms around Godin and pressed him down into the fluffy bed. Capdevila kissed him, openly, and started to strip Diego of his clothes.
"I was worried you'd forgotten about this, so I came to remind you," Joan murmured, tugging down Diego's jeans and licking down the younger man's lean belly.
"I didn't forget...I just thought it wasn't real," Diego breathed.
Joan straddled Diego's waist and lined Godin's hard cock up with his willing body.
"Tell me this doesn't feel real...."
***
Pairing: Xavi Hernandez/Carles Puyol
Prompt: worst date ever
Xavi really should've known better than to let Iker and Sara set him up. It's not that he had anything against Sara, she really loved Iker, but he had a bad feeling about her friends. Sara was not his type, so he doubted her friend would be either.
Before Xavi even saw her, he was thinking skinny, rich, vapid.... and he wasn't wrong. She was lovely, in the I-need-a-sandwich kind of way that all those model/TV presenters were. While she droned on about shopping and vacations and handbags, Xavi ordered everything on the menu, just to see if she'd be tempted.
In a way, he felt like he was committing some unethical act, like feeding hungry lions and that he would disrupt the natural order of nature. Fuck it, he ate dessert first.
She excused herself to the ladies' and Xavi texted Carles:
Boring, anorexic date. Help me, Jesus.
Carles texted back: So hungry, I could eat you. Ditch her and come for me.
Xavi smiled at his phone, wiggled his eyebrows at it and then his date was back.
"You know what? My back is killing me, think I'll probably have to leave you early...." Xavi mumbled. His date didn't seem all that bothered and he picked up the check and got all the food to go.
**
Carles, Xavi and all the food were sprawled in the middle of the captain's big bed. Xavi fed Carles sweet, creamy filling from his fingertips and smeared the rest down the larger man's perfect chest.
"How was your date?" Carles moaned, as Xavi licked down his sternum.
"It was the worst date ever," Xavi said, he had a cream puff in one hand and Carles' big cock in the other.
"Worst date ever ends with my cock in your mouth?" Carles laughed.
"Okay, maybe it's turning into the best date ever," Xavi sighed and wrapped his lips around the amazing cock.
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