La Seleccion Strip Poker Nights - AFTERMATH (4)
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17 overall; like this part :-)
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10 chaps [intro and epilogue included]
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: aftermath to round four - and last of the crazy poker games during WC 2010. there shall also be an Epilogue, wrapping things up ;-))
Previously
When Gerard entered the room, Iker was already sitting on the bed, putting his clothes on.
"What are you doing?" Gerard had to frown as he closed the door.
"Look, I'm only going to say it once, I'm not sleeping with you, Pique." Iker sneered, as he adjusted the tracksuit bottoms on his waist.
"What?" Gerard bit his lip.
"You heard me. Yeah, I lost and I should pay up, but I'm a sore loser, and a bastard too, call me whatever you want, but this won't be happening. So we can talk or play cards or read or use the playstation or watch tv or even sleep, your choice. But trust me, I am not going to let you fuck me."
Gerard was having none of that. It was poker rules and they had been approved over 20 years before. Iker had no right to bend them, just because he was hateful and stupid. He launched himself at the man on the bed, flattening him on his back, taking him by surprise.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not breaking the rules for you. Not for anybody. I allowed my boyfriend to leave the room, didn’t I? You are so getting fucked tonight, Casillas." he breathed in the keeper's face.
Squirming uncomfortably and feeling desperately spiteful, Iker tried to wriggle loose.
"What are you gonna do, force me?" he spat, staring Gerard in the face from very close range.
Pique shot up immediately, disappointment and rage showing on his face.
"Well, I may have a bad reputation aleady, but no, I don't intend to become the guy who rapes his teammates, thank you very much."
To that, Iker said nothing, simply sitting up and straightening his rumpled t-shirt.
"Well then," Gerard said, now stationed by the door, "then I guess I'm going to go back to my room. Nothing to stay here for. Have a good night!"
"NO!" Iker sat up, fear in his tone. "Please, stay."
"What? Look, if there won’t be any sex happening, I don’t think I want my boyfriend to think it did. I'd rather go back as soon as possible. Now."
"No, you can't, please Gerard. It's hard to explain, but…"
He fell back on the bed, covering his face.
"Explain, or I'm out the door this instant. I don’t get why you'd rather stay here and give the impression you did it, than going back to Xabi…"
"That's exactly it, I can't do this to Xabi…" Iker wailed.
Gerard stepped away from the door, but didn't go further into the room. He looked searchingly at Iker as he was trying to crush his skull between his hands.
"All right, talk to me, Casillas."
Iker knew Pique was hardly the person to confess to, especially such murky feelings he himself didn’t quite have a clear picture of, but he knew he had to, otherwise the Catalan would've surely left.
"Xabi and I…well, we're together, like for real. It started as just a random thing, more like sex-buddies, more like wanting to have a stable partner without getting emotionally involved. We've both been heartbroken and we didn’t need complications. But of course, complications did occur. We fell in love, bla, bla and while Xabi was willing to go for it, I was a little more reserved."
"Why am I not surprised."
"Yeah…I really am as uptight as you think…" Iker rolled his eyes. "Anyway…things got to a boiling point because of this stupid poker and tonight I came to prove to Xabi that I can be fun and relaxed. So, if I show up at our room and there's signs that I didn't pay up, he'll know I'm still that idiot that cannot take a joke…"
"But you are that idiot that cannot take a joke!"
"Yeah, maybe. But I want to change. For Xabi. He's…he's making me feel…after so long…and I can't do this to him, show him how bad of a loser I am, when I dragged him at this session. On the other hand, him and I are so new and fresh, I don't want to sleep with anyone, this time it's not all about you and how much I hate you. I don’t even hate you. But I can’t do this to Xabi, to myself…"
There was so much self forcing in Iker, just to speak up and Gerard knew he had to help his captain. So he sat on the bed and placed his hand on Iker's knee.
"Relax."
***
The eerie silence in room 1120 after Gerard and Iker's leaving was beginning to take its toll on David. He had hoped in a completely different finale and had hoped he could carry out his revenge plan by winning the game.
"Well, I hope you’re ecstatic with the outcome!" he roared out of the blue, getting up from the table and almost turning it over.
"Calm down." Alvaro shushed him.
"You!" he pointed at Cesc. "And you!" he pointed at Xabi. "Are you over the moon, huh, tell me, are you?"
"David, maybe you should leave. Cesc and Xabi and all of us, we know the poker rules. You know them too." Raul got up, towering his former teammate.
"Guys, we're going to escort David our of here, can you take care of the cleaning part?"
"Sure." Cesc said softly.
Alvaro and Raul picked David by each arm and Juanin lead the way to the door. David was quiet and bitchfacing, The three musketeers were barely suppressing laughter. Joan sighed and followed them out, saying good night politely. Once they exited, the door closing after them with a bang, Xabi crashed his fist on the table, making the bowls clatter.
"Be careful, I have to return those to the hotel kitchen." Cesc commented.
***
Iker didn't know when he had started weeping, nor when had Gerard's lips had touched his cheek, or his hand moved upwards on his thigh. He felt completely crushed and his will to stop the Barca player had fled from his body.
He hated himself for being so weak, out of the blue and for finding comfort in the clumsy kisses Gerard was placing all over his face, and most of all, for the relief he was feeling. Letting go of all inhibitions, of all his principles, of everything he valued when it came to people and relations, it somehow elated him.
Because he knew he was gaining something else, as Gerard's palm rubbed against his crotch, as his other hand was maneuvering his body to turn Iker to face him, he knew he was gaining that freedom of spirit he had always envied others for.
Before kissing him on the lips, Gerard forced Iker to look at him and Iker knew he was defeated, as if he needed more coaxing, as he stared in the younger man's deep blue eyes. And then he closed his eyes and accepted Gerard's lips on his, tender, so sweet, not one bit aggressive, while his embrace was strong and consoling.
"Tell me, you still want me to stop?"
There was that cockiness in his voice, which Iker hated and for a second he was tempted to push him away and just leave, the hell with everything, but as much as he had protested before, Iker had respecting rules deeply ingrained in him and he had known all along he would eventually comply.
He also felt it was his cleansing, right before the big final too. So he didn't say anything and allowed Gerard to lower him on the bed and undress him, showering him with kisses Iker knew Gerard shouldn't be giving him.
He arched in Gerard's touch, feeling aroused as the taller man pressed his body to his, grinding slightly. He felt like a puppet, letting go of common sense and giving in without the slightest persuasion, but - a thought that had hit him out of the blue - he needed it.
***
Xabi threw himself on Pique's bed. Eyes closed, he allowed his initial rage and frustration pass, breathing slowly. He understood, more than anyone, that the rules were the rules and that Iker had to go through with it, but he found it bitterly ironic that Iker would have to pay this way for his point making affair.
"Xabi, you can go mope in your own room, you know." Cesc's voice called like from a great distance.
"I know, I'll go in a minute, Cesc."
The Catalan hadn't meant to be so rude, but seeing that Xabi had closed his eyes and was getting comfortable, he had wanted to make sure the Basque was not planning to crash in his room.
"You can stay a while. Just…."
"Don't talk about it. Got it."
Cesc fell silent. He wasn't sure if talking about it with the teammate he knew least about would help or hurt. He didn't mind cleaning up by himself either. All he really wanted was to finish and sleep, not dwell on Gerard and Iker for a minute and just forget it all.
"It's just…Iker hates Gerard, you know? He's come to the game both times because of me. First time he wanted to keep an eye on who I'd want to fuck…and tonight, to prove me that he's not a square and that he can thoroughly enjoy himself doing something as trivial as playing strip poker. And now…"
Cesc was staring at Xabi, feeling a little mortified with the confession, which he felt was not for his ears, really.
"Iker doesn’t hate Geri."
"He does. I don’t know why, but he doesn’t like him."
"They’re having sex right now though, probably angry sex. That'd help?"
They chuckled for a minute but then the frowns returned.
"I should probably help you. Or leave."
"Either is fine with me."
"Then I'll leave. Not much of a cleaning guy."
"Whatever it is, don’t feel bad. It's not your fault. It's not my fault either. Poker is a luck game, after all."
"We're gonna have to keep repeating this and hope for the best."
"Get some sleep, the final is tomorrow."
"You too."
Saying goodnight, Xabi left Cesc all by himself.
***
Naked, feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, Iker turned on his belly, burying his face in the pillow. He was going to just lay there and take it, this punishment slash liberation he had brought on himself.
Gerard admired Iker's slim waistline and his broad shoulders, skin so pale atop the white sheets and began to doubt this. Iker's confession had made him mellow and accepting, which didn't mean he was truly willing and Gerard didn't want to do this against his captain's express wish.
He pressed his lips to Iker's shoulder and his kisses climbed up the neck to reach his ear.
“Are you sure...because you seemed adamant about not sleeping with me when we first....”
“Do you need a fucking written invitation?” Iker groaned, aware that his patience was thinning and that he was closer and closer to regretting allowing this to happen.
Gerard scratched his head, not really knowing how to proceed. If he was thinking about it, he didn't want to do it as much as before. This Casillas, so small and at his disposal was not as appealing as angry, snarling Iker.
“All right, then.”
A smirk played on his lips as he began shedding his clothes. Naked and only half hard, he straddled Iker and began grinding against his ass.
***
Entering the room they were sharing, Raul and Juan burst into laughter.
“This is definitely going to be awkward in the morning.”
“I know, right! I would say 'poor Iker', but the man brought it on himself. Seriously, bidding with those cards?”
“I feel a little for Xabi.”
“Xabi can take it, Cesc got his romp with Victor, so I think everyone's going to be all right.”
“Except David.”
“Which one?”
“Villa.”
Silence fell as the former Valencia teammates pondered a bit. Their former teammates' relationship was probably on the rocks by time they flew to South Africa, and it probably wouldn't get any better after this messy episode.
“Well, it's none of our business. Mind if I go to the bathroom first?”
“Sure.”
With Raul out of the room, Juan could only think how ashamed he should've been for feeling so grateful that neither David was his teammate anymore.
***
Prepared with care, Iker was ready. He was controlling himself quite well, considering, Gerard thought as he entered him in one strong push.
Casillas moaned in surprise, the bit of pain making him sink his teeth in the pillow, but Gerard's response was placing a hand on his back and settling into a racy pace.
He knew what he wanted, he wanted the Madridista to squirm under him, for the bad and for the good and as Iker yelped, in pain or pleasure, he did not relent one bit, hitting hard into Iker and making him whimper and grab the sheets for dear life.
Iker was tight and hot, the sounds he was eliciting were making Gerard almost high with delight. He wasn't caring too much for the other man's climax, so as soon as he felt his own building he increased the pace and released himself within seconds.
Needy and still hard, dizzy, his dick oozing due to the friction with the cotton fabric of the sheets, Iker turned to his side and began stroking himself, muttering swearwords at his selfish teammate.
“You're such a bastard, Pique.” he panted as soon as he managed to orgasm.
“You know me so well.” Gerard snickered fluffing the pillow under his head.
Iker shook his head. He was too tired and mentally exhausted to teach the brat a lesson like he deserved.
He threw himself on the other bed and wrapping himself in the blankets, he decided to sleep a little. Or at least let thinks seep in, and try to regain his dignity and self respect.
Gerard knew they were done and began dressing. He felt randomly guilty and completely aware he had not been helpful at all. But there had been no other way to top Iker after the whole theatrical display of the keeper.
Exiting the room, he decided he would never host the poker games. If under anyone else's supervision they'd go back to being predictable and boring, so be it.
Rating: NC-17 overall; like this part :-)
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10 chaps [intro and epilogue included]
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: aftermath to round four - and last of the crazy poker games during WC 2010. there shall also be an Epilogue, wrapping things up ;-))
Previously
When Gerard entered the room, Iker was already sitting on the bed, putting his clothes on.
"What are you doing?" Gerard had to frown as he closed the door.
"Look, I'm only going to say it once, I'm not sleeping with you, Pique." Iker sneered, as he adjusted the tracksuit bottoms on his waist.
"What?" Gerard bit his lip.
"You heard me. Yeah, I lost and I should pay up, but I'm a sore loser, and a bastard too, call me whatever you want, but this won't be happening. So we can talk or play cards or read or use the playstation or watch tv or even sleep, your choice. But trust me, I am not going to let you fuck me."
Gerard was having none of that. It was poker rules and they had been approved over 20 years before. Iker had no right to bend them, just because he was hateful and stupid. He launched himself at the man on the bed, flattening him on his back, taking him by surprise.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not breaking the rules for you. Not for anybody. I allowed my boyfriend to leave the room, didn’t I? You are so getting fucked tonight, Casillas." he breathed in the keeper's face.
Squirming uncomfortably and feeling desperately spiteful, Iker tried to wriggle loose.
"What are you gonna do, force me?" he spat, staring Gerard in the face from very close range.
Pique shot up immediately, disappointment and rage showing on his face.
"Well, I may have a bad reputation aleady, but no, I don't intend to become the guy who rapes his teammates, thank you very much."
To that, Iker said nothing, simply sitting up and straightening his rumpled t-shirt.
"Well then," Gerard said, now stationed by the door, "then I guess I'm going to go back to my room. Nothing to stay here for. Have a good night!"
"NO!" Iker sat up, fear in his tone. "Please, stay."
"What? Look, if there won’t be any sex happening, I don’t think I want my boyfriend to think it did. I'd rather go back as soon as possible. Now."
"No, you can't, please Gerard. It's hard to explain, but…"
He fell back on the bed, covering his face.
"Explain, or I'm out the door this instant. I don’t get why you'd rather stay here and give the impression you did it, than going back to Xabi…"
"That's exactly it, I can't do this to Xabi…" Iker wailed.
Gerard stepped away from the door, but didn't go further into the room. He looked searchingly at Iker as he was trying to crush his skull between his hands.
"All right, talk to me, Casillas."
Iker knew Pique was hardly the person to confess to, especially such murky feelings he himself didn’t quite have a clear picture of, but he knew he had to, otherwise the Catalan would've surely left.
"Xabi and I…well, we're together, like for real. It started as just a random thing, more like sex-buddies, more like wanting to have a stable partner without getting emotionally involved. We've both been heartbroken and we didn’t need complications. But of course, complications did occur. We fell in love, bla, bla and while Xabi was willing to go for it, I was a little more reserved."
"Why am I not surprised."
"Yeah…I really am as uptight as you think…" Iker rolled his eyes. "Anyway…things got to a boiling point because of this stupid poker and tonight I came to prove to Xabi that I can be fun and relaxed. So, if I show up at our room and there's signs that I didn't pay up, he'll know I'm still that idiot that cannot take a joke…"
"But you are that idiot that cannot take a joke!"
"Yeah, maybe. But I want to change. For Xabi. He's…he's making me feel…after so long…and I can't do this to him, show him how bad of a loser I am, when I dragged him at this session. On the other hand, him and I are so new and fresh, I don't want to sleep with anyone, this time it's not all about you and how much I hate you. I don’t even hate you. But I can’t do this to Xabi, to myself…"
There was so much self forcing in Iker, just to speak up and Gerard knew he had to help his captain. So he sat on the bed and placed his hand on Iker's knee.
"Relax."
***
The eerie silence in room 1120 after Gerard and Iker's leaving was beginning to take its toll on David. He had hoped in a completely different finale and had hoped he could carry out his revenge plan by winning the game.
"Well, I hope you’re ecstatic with the outcome!" he roared out of the blue, getting up from the table and almost turning it over.
"Calm down." Alvaro shushed him.
"You!" he pointed at Cesc. "And you!" he pointed at Xabi. "Are you over the moon, huh, tell me, are you?"
"David, maybe you should leave. Cesc and Xabi and all of us, we know the poker rules. You know them too." Raul got up, towering his former teammate.
"Guys, we're going to escort David our of here, can you take care of the cleaning part?"
"Sure." Cesc said softly.
Alvaro and Raul picked David by each arm and Juanin lead the way to the door. David was quiet and bitchfacing, The three musketeers were barely suppressing laughter. Joan sighed and followed them out, saying good night politely. Once they exited, the door closing after them with a bang, Xabi crashed his fist on the table, making the bowls clatter.
"Be careful, I have to return those to the hotel kitchen." Cesc commented.
***
Iker didn't know when he had started weeping, nor when had Gerard's lips had touched his cheek, or his hand moved upwards on his thigh. He felt completely crushed and his will to stop the Barca player had fled from his body.
He hated himself for being so weak, out of the blue and for finding comfort in the clumsy kisses Gerard was placing all over his face, and most of all, for the relief he was feeling. Letting go of all inhibitions, of all his principles, of everything he valued when it came to people and relations, it somehow elated him.
Because he knew he was gaining something else, as Gerard's palm rubbed against his crotch, as his other hand was maneuvering his body to turn Iker to face him, he knew he was gaining that freedom of spirit he had always envied others for.
Before kissing him on the lips, Gerard forced Iker to look at him and Iker knew he was defeated, as if he needed more coaxing, as he stared in the younger man's deep blue eyes. And then he closed his eyes and accepted Gerard's lips on his, tender, so sweet, not one bit aggressive, while his embrace was strong and consoling.
"Tell me, you still want me to stop?"
There was that cockiness in his voice, which Iker hated and for a second he was tempted to push him away and just leave, the hell with everything, but as much as he had protested before, Iker had respecting rules deeply ingrained in him and he had known all along he would eventually comply.
He also felt it was his cleansing, right before the big final too. So he didn't say anything and allowed Gerard to lower him on the bed and undress him, showering him with kisses Iker knew Gerard shouldn't be giving him.
He arched in Gerard's touch, feeling aroused as the taller man pressed his body to his, grinding slightly. He felt like a puppet, letting go of common sense and giving in without the slightest persuasion, but - a thought that had hit him out of the blue - he needed it.
***
Xabi threw himself on Pique's bed. Eyes closed, he allowed his initial rage and frustration pass, breathing slowly. He understood, more than anyone, that the rules were the rules and that Iker had to go through with it, but he found it bitterly ironic that Iker would have to pay this way for his point making affair.
"Xabi, you can go mope in your own room, you know." Cesc's voice called like from a great distance.
"I know, I'll go in a minute, Cesc."
The Catalan hadn't meant to be so rude, but seeing that Xabi had closed his eyes and was getting comfortable, he had wanted to make sure the Basque was not planning to crash in his room.
"You can stay a while. Just…."
"Don't talk about it. Got it."
Cesc fell silent. He wasn't sure if talking about it with the teammate he knew least about would help or hurt. He didn't mind cleaning up by himself either. All he really wanted was to finish and sleep, not dwell on Gerard and Iker for a minute and just forget it all.
"It's just…Iker hates Gerard, you know? He's come to the game both times because of me. First time he wanted to keep an eye on who I'd want to fuck…and tonight, to prove me that he's not a square and that he can thoroughly enjoy himself doing something as trivial as playing strip poker. And now…"
Cesc was staring at Xabi, feeling a little mortified with the confession, which he felt was not for his ears, really.
"Iker doesn’t hate Geri."
"He does. I don’t know why, but he doesn’t like him."
"They’re having sex right now though, probably angry sex. That'd help?"
They chuckled for a minute but then the frowns returned.
"I should probably help you. Or leave."
"Either is fine with me."
"Then I'll leave. Not much of a cleaning guy."
"Whatever it is, don’t feel bad. It's not your fault. It's not my fault either. Poker is a luck game, after all."
"We're gonna have to keep repeating this and hope for the best."
"Get some sleep, the final is tomorrow."
"You too."
Saying goodnight, Xabi left Cesc all by himself.
***
Naked, feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, Iker turned on his belly, burying his face in the pillow. He was going to just lay there and take it, this punishment slash liberation he had brought on himself.
Gerard admired Iker's slim waistline and his broad shoulders, skin so pale atop the white sheets and began to doubt this. Iker's confession had made him mellow and accepting, which didn't mean he was truly willing and Gerard didn't want to do this against his captain's express wish.
He pressed his lips to Iker's shoulder and his kisses climbed up the neck to reach his ear.
“Are you sure...because you seemed adamant about not sleeping with me when we first....”
“Do you need a fucking written invitation?” Iker groaned, aware that his patience was thinning and that he was closer and closer to regretting allowing this to happen.
Gerard scratched his head, not really knowing how to proceed. If he was thinking about it, he didn't want to do it as much as before. This Casillas, so small and at his disposal was not as appealing as angry, snarling Iker.
“All right, then.”
A smirk played on his lips as he began shedding his clothes. Naked and only half hard, he straddled Iker and began grinding against his ass.
***
Entering the room they were sharing, Raul and Juan burst into laughter.
“This is definitely going to be awkward in the morning.”
“I know, right! I would say 'poor Iker', but the man brought it on himself. Seriously, bidding with those cards?”
“I feel a little for Xabi.”
“Xabi can take it, Cesc got his romp with Victor, so I think everyone's going to be all right.”
“Except David.”
“Which one?”
“Villa.”
Silence fell as the former Valencia teammates pondered a bit. Their former teammates' relationship was probably on the rocks by time they flew to South Africa, and it probably wouldn't get any better after this messy episode.
“Well, it's none of our business. Mind if I go to the bathroom first?”
“Sure.”
With Raul out of the room, Juan could only think how ashamed he should've been for feeling so grateful that neither David was his teammate anymore.
***
Prepared with care, Iker was ready. He was controlling himself quite well, considering, Gerard thought as he entered him in one strong push.
Casillas moaned in surprise, the bit of pain making him sink his teeth in the pillow, but Gerard's response was placing a hand on his back and settling into a racy pace.
He knew what he wanted, he wanted the Madridista to squirm under him, for the bad and for the good and as Iker yelped, in pain or pleasure, he did not relent one bit, hitting hard into Iker and making him whimper and grab the sheets for dear life.
Iker was tight and hot, the sounds he was eliciting were making Gerard almost high with delight. He wasn't caring too much for the other man's climax, so as soon as he felt his own building he increased the pace and released himself within seconds.
Needy and still hard, dizzy, his dick oozing due to the friction with the cotton fabric of the sheets, Iker turned to his side and began stroking himself, muttering swearwords at his selfish teammate.
“You're such a bastard, Pique.” he panted as soon as he managed to orgasm.
“You know me so well.” Gerard snickered fluffing the pillow under his head.
Iker shook his head. He was too tired and mentally exhausted to teach the brat a lesson like he deserved.
He threw himself on the other bed and wrapping himself in the blankets, he decided to sleep a little. Or at least let thinks seep in, and try to regain his dignity and self respect.
Gerard knew they were done and began dressing. He felt randomly guilty and completely aware he had not been helpful at all. But there had been no other way to top Iker after the whole theatrical display of the keeper.
Exiting the room, he decided he would never host the poker games. If under anyone else's supervision they'd go back to being predictable and boring, so be it.