The Big Barcelona Swinging Party - PART 4 / ??
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: inspired by my own Hitter of the same name that can be found here which acts as a summary to the longer story, this work of fiction aims to present the Swinging Barcelona couples in their most intimate action. i.e. fucking! ahaha. styled as a series of conceptually linked hitters [so they can be read individually, skip the pairings you don't fancy], every 'part' will contain smut, but other elements that together make up the big picture.
Category: i have no idea, some will be dramatic, some funny, most will have romance.
Characters: presented only for the part posted; Part 4 - Bojan Krkic & Albert Dalmau
Length: long story composed of a series of 'hitters'
Summary: we have a football squad. we have hot men. we have romance blooming and withering. we have DRAMA. we have comedy. we have betrayal and loyalty. and in the end, we have lots of slash smut!
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
A/N for this chapter: The flashback takes us to the start of 2007-2008 Season, when Bojan was barely 17 and Albert Dalmau 15 and a half.
When we were young and foolish
The season was almost over, and although it had been disastrous for Barça, Bojan could put down on paper a few personal achievements. His debut for the first team had been - from his personal perspective - a success. Professionally, he had grown in one year more than in his previous 8. He had played a lot of hard, tough games and had challenged wise and experienced defences and he had made a name for himself.
He had grown on a personal level too. He had gotten to know a host of human emotions he would’ve never experienced at such a young age, had he not taken the path he had taken. Passion, cruelty, abandonment, love, ecstasy, jealousy, pain, he had lived them all and they had all changed him. Made him richer spiritually.
And none of this would have happened had he stuck to being with the boys his age, playing their usual teenage games. None of that would have happened if he had stayed innocent.
Innocent? One particular scene surfaced from the folds of his memory.
He had lured Albert Dalmau into a storage room. The season had just started, and he was already part of the first team, but he loved to return to his old Masia buddies, and they had pointed out that the little brunette had the hots for him.
They were standing in semi-obscurity, and Bojan was about to prove that theory.
“Do you know why I brought you here, Albert?” he asked the greenish-eyed boy.
“N-n-no, Bojan.” He replied, shyly.
“I heard you like me.” Bojan said, moving a step closer to his prey.
“W-w-what? Who told you that?” Albert blushed to his temples, his lips trembling.
“Everyone. There’s whispers everywhere.”
Albert was quiet, only his breathing a little louder than the norm. Bojan moved closer, so that they were almost touching.
“It’s ok, I like you back.” He whispered in his ear, blowing hot air in Albert’s shell.
The younger boy drew out a loud sigh and Bojan caressed his cheek, tenderly. He knew he was probably doing something bad, but he was enjoying himself. And Albert’s reactions were delicious.
“I like you a lot.” He said, this time his lips actually touching Dalmau’s earlobe.
He could feel the youngster trembling, shaking, so he touched him, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart, feeling the thumping and treacherous beat. His hand moved downwards, slowly. Albert’s body was stiff, petrified with the novelty and the excitement of the situation, yet he could feel the warmth emanating from it.
“Do you like that?” he asked, innocently.
He could almost smell Albert’s fear. He could see the struggle to admit to liking it in his trembling lips, unable to utter a single word. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on the boy’s cheek, while his wandering hand slipped under the hem of his shirt.
A shiver. A sigh. A moan. Bojan pulled Albert into a kiss, a kiss he took slowly, allowing the younger boy to give in, little by little, to open his mouth and allow the intruding tongue in, while his hand was ruffling his hair, pushing him deeper into the kiss.
This might have been Albert’s first kiss ever, and he had stolen it, he couldn’t help but smile against his mouth, while his other hand, leaving the planes and dips of Albert’s budding abdominals, reached for the main point of interest, the crotch.
He grabbed a hardening dick, a sure sign that things would be going according to plan. The kiss broke and Albert looked away, but he didn’t stop him. He closed his eyes and Bojan lowered his pants and began stroking him, in faster and faster moves, pacing with the boy’s increasing breathing rhythm, until that delicious moan escaped Albert’s lips and he came.
“This is wrong!” Albert cried out, but did not move an inch away from Bojan.
“It’s only wrong if you don’t like it. If you don’t want it. Say it, say it that you don’t want it.” Bojan teased, licking his lips.
They locked eyes. Bojan already knew he wouldn’t say no, but how could he say yes? He was so young, and although he knew about these things and understood these things, just like he - Bojan - had, it was hard to let go of it all and go for it.
Bojan smiled, in such a way to instill courage in the terrified boy. And the response was immediate, as Albert reached out and brought Bojan’s lips to his. Kissing him passionately, maybe a little clumsy, but the first step had been taken and it meant he was ready.
Bojan helped him out of his clothes placing kisses all over his torso, flicking his tongue against Albert’s hardening nipples, brushing himself against his skin while removing his own clothes. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom before finally kicking his pants away.
“Have you ever done this before?” Albert asked, his voice a murmur.
“Yes.” Bojan answered reassuringly.
Albert did not need to know it was a lie, that Bojan had never done that before, that he himself was just as much of a virgin as the younger one. He had done some kissing and he had done some groping and he knew the basics and knowing Dalmau was both younger and knew nothing, he hoped his lack of actual experience would go unnoticed.
“Lay down.” He told him, showing him the pile of old mattresses in a corner.
Albert blinked. He seemed rooted to the spot. He was beyond uneasiness now. He was aroused and excited and yet, he needed reassurances. Bojan kissed him again and grabbing his hand, towed him to the mattresses and keeping touching him, caressing his hot and smooth skin, helped him get into a comfortable position on his belly.
A lubed finger went in, wiggling about, Albert silent and in expectation, and then the next, and this time a little resistance was met, so Bojan had to tell Albert to breathe and relax and it took him a while to try the third. But Albert now had gotten into the game, having felt the tingly feeling inside, as he pushed against Bojan’s fingers.
This made him smile. The boy was ready, he thought as he put the condom on and entered him slowly, stopping whenever he could see and feel the body before him retracting from the intrusion.
But Albert was not making any sound, except his laboured breathing, so Bojan couldn’t really tell in how much pain the youngster was.
“Move, move, damn it!” a muffled cry came out, startling Bojan that had stopped once fully in, allowing Albert to accommodate.
So he did as told, thrusting in and out, making Albert huff and puff, cry out unintelligible words and moan, louder and louder, until he had to push him with the head in the old mattresses so he wouldn’t be heard.
He came, suppressing his own groan of pleasure and lowering himself he kissed Albert’s back of the neck.
“Are you all right?” he rolled the boy over.
A glorious smile and radiant green eyes, amidst dusty tear tracks was the sight his eyes met, and so he knew everything would be all right.
“I love you Bojan. I really do.”
There was no sweeter music, he thought, as he held his lover close, two hearts beating in unison…
No, definitely not innocent. He had been the same perverted Lolita back then, in fact, there were few changes, apart from him being the one on the bottom these days. He was still the seducer, he was still in control, like he had always been. And he liked it, he truly did.
Did he miss being the alpha male, did he miss doing the fucking? In a way, he did. In a way, he didn’t. Everything that had happened had happened for a reason and he believed he would have the answers some day.
Some day soon.
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: inspired by my own Hitter of the same name that can be found here which acts as a summary to the longer story, this work of fiction aims to present the Swinging Barcelona couples in their most intimate action. i.e. fucking! ahaha. styled as a series of conceptually linked hitters [so they can be read individually, skip the pairings you don't fancy], every 'part' will contain smut, but other elements that together make up the big picture.
Category: i have no idea, some will be dramatic, some funny, most will have romance.
Characters: presented only for the part posted; Part 4 - Bojan Krkic & Albert Dalmau
Length: long story composed of a series of 'hitters'
Summary: we have a football squad. we have hot men. we have romance blooming and withering. we have DRAMA. we have comedy. we have betrayal and loyalty. and in the end, we have lots of slash smut!
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
A/N for this chapter: The flashback takes us to the start of 2007-2008 Season, when Bojan was barely 17 and Albert Dalmau 15 and a half.
When we were young and foolish
The season was almost over, and although it had been disastrous for Barça, Bojan could put down on paper a few personal achievements. His debut for the first team had been - from his personal perspective - a success. Professionally, he had grown in one year more than in his previous 8. He had played a lot of hard, tough games and had challenged wise and experienced defences and he had made a name for himself.
He had grown on a personal level too. He had gotten to know a host of human emotions he would’ve never experienced at such a young age, had he not taken the path he had taken. Passion, cruelty, abandonment, love, ecstasy, jealousy, pain, he had lived them all and they had all changed him. Made him richer spiritually.
And none of this would have happened had he stuck to being with the boys his age, playing their usual teenage games. None of that would have happened if he had stayed innocent.
Innocent? One particular scene surfaced from the folds of his memory.
He had lured Albert Dalmau into a storage room. The season had just started, and he was already part of the first team, but he loved to return to his old Masia buddies, and they had pointed out that the little brunette had the hots for him.
They were standing in semi-obscurity, and Bojan was about to prove that theory.
“Do you know why I brought you here, Albert?” he asked the greenish-eyed boy.
“N-n-no, Bojan.” He replied, shyly.
“I heard you like me.” Bojan said, moving a step closer to his prey.
“W-w-what? Who told you that?” Albert blushed to his temples, his lips trembling.
“Everyone. There’s whispers everywhere.”
Albert was quiet, only his breathing a little louder than the norm. Bojan moved closer, so that they were almost touching.
“It’s ok, I like you back.” He whispered in his ear, blowing hot air in Albert’s shell.
The younger boy drew out a loud sigh and Bojan caressed his cheek, tenderly. He knew he was probably doing something bad, but he was enjoying himself. And Albert’s reactions were delicious.
“I like you a lot.” He said, this time his lips actually touching Dalmau’s earlobe.
He could feel the youngster trembling, shaking, so he touched him, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart, feeling the thumping and treacherous beat. His hand moved downwards, slowly. Albert’s body was stiff, petrified with the novelty and the excitement of the situation, yet he could feel the warmth emanating from it.
“Do you like that?” he asked, innocently.
He could almost smell Albert’s fear. He could see the struggle to admit to liking it in his trembling lips, unable to utter a single word. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on the boy’s cheek, while his wandering hand slipped under the hem of his shirt.
A shiver. A sigh. A moan. Bojan pulled Albert into a kiss, a kiss he took slowly, allowing the younger boy to give in, little by little, to open his mouth and allow the intruding tongue in, while his hand was ruffling his hair, pushing him deeper into the kiss.
This might have been Albert’s first kiss ever, and he had stolen it, he couldn’t help but smile against his mouth, while his other hand, leaving the planes and dips of Albert’s budding abdominals, reached for the main point of interest, the crotch.
He grabbed a hardening dick, a sure sign that things would be going according to plan. The kiss broke and Albert looked away, but he didn’t stop him. He closed his eyes and Bojan lowered his pants and began stroking him, in faster and faster moves, pacing with the boy’s increasing breathing rhythm, until that delicious moan escaped Albert’s lips and he came.
“This is wrong!” Albert cried out, but did not move an inch away from Bojan.
“It’s only wrong if you don’t like it. If you don’t want it. Say it, say it that you don’t want it.” Bojan teased, licking his lips.
They locked eyes. Bojan already knew he wouldn’t say no, but how could he say yes? He was so young, and although he knew about these things and understood these things, just like he - Bojan - had, it was hard to let go of it all and go for it.
Bojan smiled, in such a way to instill courage in the terrified boy. And the response was immediate, as Albert reached out and brought Bojan’s lips to his. Kissing him passionately, maybe a little clumsy, but the first step had been taken and it meant he was ready.
Bojan helped him out of his clothes placing kisses all over his torso, flicking his tongue against Albert’s hardening nipples, brushing himself against his skin while removing his own clothes. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom before finally kicking his pants away.
“Have you ever done this before?” Albert asked, his voice a murmur.
“Yes.” Bojan answered reassuringly.
Albert did not need to know it was a lie, that Bojan had never done that before, that he himself was just as much of a virgin as the younger one. He had done some kissing and he had done some groping and he knew the basics and knowing Dalmau was both younger and knew nothing, he hoped his lack of actual experience would go unnoticed.
“Lay down.” He told him, showing him the pile of old mattresses in a corner.
Albert blinked. He seemed rooted to the spot. He was beyond uneasiness now. He was aroused and excited and yet, he needed reassurances. Bojan kissed him again and grabbing his hand, towed him to the mattresses and keeping touching him, caressing his hot and smooth skin, helped him get into a comfortable position on his belly.
A lubed finger went in, wiggling about, Albert silent and in expectation, and then the next, and this time a little resistance was met, so Bojan had to tell Albert to breathe and relax and it took him a while to try the third. But Albert now had gotten into the game, having felt the tingly feeling inside, as he pushed against Bojan’s fingers.
This made him smile. The boy was ready, he thought as he put the condom on and entered him slowly, stopping whenever he could see and feel the body before him retracting from the intrusion.
But Albert was not making any sound, except his laboured breathing, so Bojan couldn’t really tell in how much pain the youngster was.
“Move, move, damn it!” a muffled cry came out, startling Bojan that had stopped once fully in, allowing Albert to accommodate.
So he did as told, thrusting in and out, making Albert huff and puff, cry out unintelligible words and moan, louder and louder, until he had to push him with the head in the old mattresses so he wouldn’t be heard.
He came, suppressing his own groan of pleasure and lowering himself he kissed Albert’s back of the neck.
“Are you all right?” he rolled the boy over.
A glorious smile and radiant green eyes, amidst dusty tear tracks was the sight his eyes met, and so he knew everything would be all right.
“I love you Bojan. I really do.”
There was no sweeter music, he thought, as he held his lover close, two hearts beating in unison…
No, definitely not innocent. He had been the same perverted Lolita back then, in fact, there were few changes, apart from him being the one on the bottom these days. He was still the seducer, he was still in control, like he had always been. And he liked it, he truly did.
Did he miss being the alpha male, did he miss doing the fucking? In a way, he did. In a way, he didn’t. Everything that had happened had happened for a reason and he believed he would have the answers some day.
Some day soon.