The Big Barcelona Swinging Party - PART 5 /??
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 5 - Bojan Krkic & Gerard Pique
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.
Can't take my eyes off you
They always looked at one another, stealing long glances whenever they were apart, or separated by the lenght of the pitch and teammates or opponents, they always had the need to look at each other.
To see. To wrap the other in soft gazes and intense ones. Gerard looked out for Bojan everytime the youngster had the ball at his feet, weary at any possible danger. He had his eyes on him during training. He side eyed him in the showers, just to assure himself that he was still there, in the midst of all that steam.
And when they were just the two of them, he looked hard at him once more, so he would memorate his delicate, yet strong features. If asked, Gerard could draw Bojan to perfection with his mind's eye.
He was a crappy artist though, so he never really attempted. But whenever they were apart, he could summon his short and slender figure before his eyes, just as if he really was there, smiling back at him from a few feet away.
Gerard had looked so much at Bojan that he had seen everything there was to see about him, and he had gotten to know him long before they even gotten intimate, long before they were even friends. He had seen his strenght and his weakness. He had seen all the way through skin and bones and blood, down to his very core..
Bojan in his turn, looked up to Gerard, in a way similar yet different to the way he had ever looked at an older, more experienced teammate. Gerard was not that much older to begin with. But looking at him, whenever he rose to defend a corner kick or to head a ball, whenever he tried to pull a prank, taking in the sight of laughing Gerard tackling his teammates playfully made him realise that Gerard was completely and entirely different than anyone he had seen before.
Just by looking at him, though half closed eyes, or wide eyed, or sometimes not even looking directly at him, he had been able to analyze his teammate in a way that brought him closer than if they had made love.
And by the close inspection his eyes provided, he had understood that Gerard was the kind of person that could achieve anything, that had a natural drive towards the greater things in life. Bojan knew Gerard would make a great Barca captain long before anyone else did, even before he became ireplaceable on the pitch.
And he had seen his softer side, a side he often hid behind pranks and childish behaviour. He had seen everything there was to see about the tall defender and he was entralled. He had loved before, but the moment he set his eyes on Gerard's blue eyes, he knew that was it. His final stop, his destiny and destination.
And so, as they became friends and then lovers, they kept looking at one another, as if tied by an unbreakable spell, as if, for as long as they kept eyecontact, their love was safe. And this was no different when they were in bed. When they were their most intimate and their most vulnerable, they were also most hungry to look at each other, to encompass in long unfaltering gazes every centimeter of skin, every thread of hair, every colour and every subtle change.
They feasted on each other more than ever, Bojan usually straddling Gerard, eyes locked. It was no different from before in the pure physical aspect thereof, but each of them alone and both together, felt there was something special about it, about the afternoon sky darkinging at the corners, about the wind guzzling thought the leaves.
"Gerard, this feels magical, doesn't it?"
Perched on top of him, he looked down at Gerard's toned chest, his tan still visible, then back to his face, glazing over his smile and going straight for the eyes.
"I don't think it ever was less magical, Bojan." Gerard said, curling a hand around Bojan's neck and bringing his face closer to his.
"I know, but this time...it feels we're no longer stealing someone else's time."
A kiss was Gerards answer, as his hand wrapped around his lover's hard dick. Bojan knew that was his cue, so he began to lower himself on Gerard's dick, in such a slow, teasing move, his eyes never leaving Gerard's.
"You like that, yeah?" he asked, a fit of giggling making Gerard smile.
"You know, I think you're right, Bo. This does feel special. Did you get your ass tightened?"
Bojan almost toppled over from laughter, Gerard having to hold him down arms wrapped tightly around him.
"They do that to vaginas, you know?" he explained as soon as Bojan looked up at him, his green eyes twinkinling.
"No way?"
Gerard started thrusting, taking Bojan by surprise. He buried his head in Gerard's crook of the neck, his breathing getting shallow and laboured.
"You like that, yeah?" Gerard whispered in his ear, ever so tenderly.
And Bojan looked back at him, their faces so close, their bodies pressed together and he started moving his hips too, biting Gerard's lip, suckling on it almost absentmindedly, had his hand not reached for Gerard's and guided it towards his throbbing cock.
Eyes in eyes, while bodily mechanics take care of the rest, they swung in perfect unison aware that as long as they could see each other's souls as clear as they saw each other's noses that moment, sky was the limit and their love would be endless.
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 5 - Bojan Krkic & Gerard Pique
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.
Can't take my eyes off you
They always looked at one another, stealing long glances whenever they were apart, or separated by the lenght of the pitch and teammates or opponents, they always had the need to look at each other.
To see. To wrap the other in soft gazes and intense ones. Gerard looked out for Bojan everytime the youngster had the ball at his feet, weary at any possible danger. He had his eyes on him during training. He side eyed him in the showers, just to assure himself that he was still there, in the midst of all that steam.
And when they were just the two of them, he looked hard at him once more, so he would memorate his delicate, yet strong features. If asked, Gerard could draw Bojan to perfection with his mind's eye.
He was a crappy artist though, so he never really attempted. But whenever they were apart, he could summon his short and slender figure before his eyes, just as if he really was there, smiling back at him from a few feet away.
Gerard had looked so much at Bojan that he had seen everything there was to see about him, and he had gotten to know him long before they even gotten intimate, long before they were even friends. He had seen his strenght and his weakness. He had seen all the way through skin and bones and blood, down to his very core..
Bojan in his turn, looked up to Gerard, in a way similar yet different to the way he had ever looked at an older, more experienced teammate. Gerard was not that much older to begin with. But looking at him, whenever he rose to defend a corner kick or to head a ball, whenever he tried to pull a prank, taking in the sight of laughing Gerard tackling his teammates playfully made him realise that Gerard was completely and entirely different than anyone he had seen before.
Just by looking at him, though half closed eyes, or wide eyed, or sometimes not even looking directly at him, he had been able to analyze his teammate in a way that brought him closer than if they had made love.
And by the close inspection his eyes provided, he had understood that Gerard was the kind of person that could achieve anything, that had a natural drive towards the greater things in life. Bojan knew Gerard would make a great Barca captain long before anyone else did, even before he became ireplaceable on the pitch.
And he had seen his softer side, a side he often hid behind pranks and childish behaviour. He had seen everything there was to see about the tall defender and he was entralled. He had loved before, but the moment he set his eyes on Gerard's blue eyes, he knew that was it. His final stop, his destiny and destination.
And so, as they became friends and then lovers, they kept looking at one another, as if tied by an unbreakable spell, as if, for as long as they kept eyecontact, their love was safe. And this was no different when they were in bed. When they were their most intimate and their most vulnerable, they were also most hungry to look at each other, to encompass in long unfaltering gazes every centimeter of skin, every thread of hair, every colour and every subtle change.
They feasted on each other more than ever, Bojan usually straddling Gerard, eyes locked. It was no different from before in the pure physical aspect thereof, but each of them alone and both together, felt there was something special about it, about the afternoon sky darkinging at the corners, about the wind guzzling thought the leaves.
"Gerard, this feels magical, doesn't it?"
Perched on top of him, he looked down at Gerard's toned chest, his tan still visible, then back to his face, glazing over his smile and going straight for the eyes.
"I don't think it ever was less magical, Bojan." Gerard said, curling a hand around Bojan's neck and bringing his face closer to his.
"I know, but this time...it feels we're no longer stealing someone else's time."
A kiss was Gerards answer, as his hand wrapped around his lover's hard dick. Bojan knew that was his cue, so he began to lower himself on Gerard's dick, in such a slow, teasing move, his eyes never leaving Gerard's.
"You like that, yeah?" he asked, a fit of giggling making Gerard smile.
"You know, I think you're right, Bo. This does feel special. Did you get your ass tightened?"
Bojan almost toppled over from laughter, Gerard having to hold him down arms wrapped tightly around him.
"They do that to vaginas, you know?" he explained as soon as Bojan looked up at him, his green eyes twinkinling.
"No way?"
Gerard started thrusting, taking Bojan by surprise. He buried his head in Gerard's crook of the neck, his breathing getting shallow and laboured.
"You like that, yeah?" Gerard whispered in his ear, ever so tenderly.
And Bojan looked back at him, their faces so close, their bodies pressed together and he started moving his hips too, biting Gerard's lip, suckling on it almost absentmindedly, had his hand not reached for Gerard's and guided it towards his throbbing cock.
Eyes in eyes, while bodily mechanics take care of the rest, they swung in perfect unison aware that as long as they could see each other's souls as clear as they saw each other's noses that moment, sky was the limit and their love would be endless.