La Seleccion Strip Poker Nights - INTRO
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17, overall as there will be smut in later parts; the intro is PG-13
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 - 10-12 chaps tops
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: i've been passing by a poster advertising strip poker at a club for a good few days before finally deciding to write this. i'm sorry if i didn't use all the official pairings, it's only cause i'm not too familiar with them.
Sergio got out of bed and lazily took in Nando’s sleepy visage. He certainly liked him so much more with short hair, even though he could no longer grab fistfuls of it during their lovemaking.
He dragged his feet towards the bathroom but his attention was diverted to a pink piece of paper on the floor in front of the door, as if it had been slipped under it. He wiggled his brow and advanced towards it.
Picking it up and reading the few lines, he broke into cheering, forgetting for a second that Fernando was right there, still asleep. He clamped a hand over his mouth, and looked apologetically at his now awaken lover.
“Jesus, Sergio. Was that really necessary?” Nando let out, startled, eyelids laced with sleep.
“I’m sorry querido. But poker nights are reinstated!!!!!” he waved the slip of paper proudly.
“Oh noes.” Nando shook his head. “I really don’t see what’s so amazing about the poker nights. There’s always the expectation of something uhm…unexpected…and nothing ever happens.”
“We have some newbies though, this time.” Sergio winked.
“And then of course, there’s the rush of fucking someone else…I don’t really get that, Ser, why so many love the whole concept.”
“Come on Nando. It’s just a game, and just sex…..” Sergio said as he was walking into the shower.
“You’re going, aren’t you?” Nando pouted.
“And you’re not….again. It’s no fun if you’re not there. Besides, you pointed out very well how these things go. I really wish you stopped being so prudish and came to one.” Sergio added matter of factly before shutting the door.
***
Gerard stormed back into the hotel room, shutting the door loudly.
“Did you get caught?” Cesc laughed from the bed.
“Almost. I had no idea advertising and hosting the poker games can be so dangerous. Ugh. Here’s yours, by the way.”
He handed Cesc a piece of paper, similar to the ones he had left in each of the rooms.
“Pink? Can you spell more gay than this?” Cesc cocked his head and chuckled.
“I had to steal hotel stationery. It’s not like I had a choice….”
“Ok, no need to get aggravated. Who do you think will come this time?”
“I am not sure. I’m kinda tired of the usual bunch. But Ramos would no doubt be there. He never misses one session.”
“I know! On the other hand, he’s never won nor lost the game….”
“I think he’s actually in it for the actual poker.”
“And what are you in for?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Uhm….nevermind. We all do it for the same reason, have some risky fun, but without actually taking any risks.”
“Ok. Now. I really hope some unattached people come. Now that’d make it fun!”
“True. Or at least not some very long term couples. I mean, the Davids. We all know they’re gonna fuck each other regardless of the outcome of the game. And we all know that if only one of them comes, he’ll never risk getting fucked…nope.”
“Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Risk getting fucked. If I didn’t take part….”
“Gerard.”
“Cesc. The whole point of strip poker is to make new connections. It’s a double gamble, winner takes it all and the consequences…”
“Ok. Since you’re asking me, would you?”
“I’m a poker king, Cesc. I’d never be able to risk losing.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“Let’s not argue. I’m sorry I started this. Now shall we, it’s getting late.”
***
David Silva picked up the pink piece of paper and yawned.
“The poker’s on again.”
“Who’s hosting it.”
“I think, ugh, this is some ugly handwriting, it’s Pique.”
“Oh. Man, I really didn’t want to go anymore, it’s kind of epic fail most of the times.”
“I know. No-one likes to actually take risks. Of course, cheating on your boyfriend as a consequence of strip poker…..well….”
“The problem is that with no-one willing to actually go all the way, even the poker becomes dull.”
“I’m definitely not going.”
“Unfortunately I’ll have to.” David Villa sighed.
“Why?”
“Need I explain? Pique is hosting it and I’m Barcelona's new signing. I have to make a good impression. Besides, we always go and suddenly not showing up when there’s a new host would be considered rude.”
“David, you can go all the way.”
They looked at each other. Silva scooted closer on the edge of the bed and patted his boyfriend’s hand.
“Why?” was Villa’s only question.
“Because you’re taking one for the team, and you just said it’s tedious as it is. I don’t want you to die of boredom.”
“Would you rather I got fucked?”
They both burst into laughter.
“I don’t want to know. But risk to win, querido, not to lose.” Silva winked at him and pecked him gently on the lips before getting up and entering the bathroom.
David Villa looked at the pink slip of paper, folding it neatly, pondering at his lover’s words and offer.
***
Victor was still having a hard time getting used to waking up next to Pepe every day. This was why he always stared for a good few minutes at the other man sleeping next to him, just to acknowledge his presence in the bed and to recall the night before.
After this peculiar ritual was over, he got out and looked around the room, trying to find his slippers that had landed god knows where during their frantic disrobing. And then he noticed something that had definitely not been in the room when they had switched off the lights.
He walked to the door and picked the pink slip of paper, reading the words on it slowly.
“You are invited to La Roja Strip Poker nights. The sessions where you may lose and you may win something more than just your clothes, but a lover as well, for winner takes it all. Room 208, hosted by Gerard Pique
PS: Bring this paper for confirmation.”
“I see you’ve found some interesting reading material.” Pepe commented playfully.
Victor gazed at his lover with complete puzzlement painted on his face.
“What is this thing?” he climbed back in bed and handed Pepe the note.
“It’s the invitation for Strip Poker nights. Oh, Pique’s hosting it this year. This might attract a different crowd…” Pepe spoke slowly, more to himself.
He looked back at Victor and realized his lover was new with La Seleccion and had no clue what the poker nights were.
“Ok, I’ll explain. Nights can get a little boring, even if you have a stable partner…..or maybe because you do. So a long time ago, I actually don’t remember who got the idea, this was initiated. Strip poker, with a double gamble. Because at the end of the night, the one party with most clothes on gets to take the person most naked back to his room. And you can draw your own conclusions.”
“Oh, I understand. Have you done this?”
“Yeah, it’s something I enjoy.” Pepe answered lazily, as if he weren’t really interested in saying anything more on the subject.
“I want to do this.” Victor announced, excitedly.
“Then we better hurry and sign in, as only first 8 get to go on the first round.”
“Ok, great!” he announced, as he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door after him.
Pepe shook his head at his lover’s excited reaction, resembling that of a horny teenager. He understood that Victor had kept away from these things for a while, but there was no need to try to fuck all his teammates just to show everyone he’s back in action.
Yet, he was willing to go for it, indulge Valdes, if only for the first round.
***
Although they weren’t exactly together, as Iker was *still* hung up over Beckham, Xabi liked the company of the goalkeeper. He himself was getting over the abrupt end of his relationship when he left England, so he found Iker to be a great partner in misery.
“Those bastard English, they broke our hearts.” He’d tell him when they were in the mood to joke about such things.
But he wasn’t in such mood right now, as he had woken up after a rather bad night sleep. He was even more pissed off when he noticed he had slept in late and Iker was already in the bathroom. One thing he hated about his captain was that he took practically forever when he showered.
However, the pink slip of paper on the pillow cheered him up a bit. He was a huge poker fan and the version they were playing during tournaments was pretty good fun.
Iker finally emerged from the shower, so Xabi got out of bed, hurriedly, as he had far less time now to groom his beard and get ready.
“Morning.” He nodded towards Iker.
“Mrgh.” Was Iker’s mumbled response.
“Hey, what’s up?” Xabi hated when people other than him had nasty starts of the day, and he was always ready to cheer them up.
“Have you seen who’s hosting this year’s Strip Poker?”
“Yea…..”
“Well, that’s awesome, isn’t it!” Iker let out sarcastically, scrubbing his beard with the towel.
“I don’t see why you have a problem with Pique. He’s a nice kid and a great young player.”
Iker just let out a grunt.
“I take it that you’re not going.”
“Yeah, that joker hosting it ruins the whole fun for me.”
“Can I go?” Xabi asked, unsure why he was asking in the first place.
“Look, you don’t have to ask for my permission, it’s not like we’re together. We’re…each other’s rebound, I suppose. You can fuck whoever you want.” Iker replied, a little harshly.
“You don’t have to act like a stupid teenager, ok? You know very well that the chances of anyone ending with anyone but their lover are very, very slim.” He replied angrily shutting the bathroom door forcefully.
“Not with Pique in char….” Iker left his phrase unfinished.
He had never been a fan of the strip poker, it condoned and encouraged adultery!! And even if it never really happened, he still disliked the idea. He had taken part in a few rounds, when they were hosted by someone mature enough and serious enough to not let the whole thing turn into an orgy.
But with the young Catalan in charge…he felt there was a start to a new era. An era of debauchery. And he didn’t know what bothered him more, the immorality of it all, or the possibility that the man he didn’t love, that the man he didn’t even call his lover, might end up spending a night with someone else.
Iker shook his head and started getting dressed.
Rating: NC-17, overall as there will be smut in later parts; the intro is PG-13
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 - 10-12 chaps tops
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: i've been passing by a poster advertising strip poker at a club for a good few days before finally deciding to write this. i'm sorry if i didn't use all the official pairings, it's only cause i'm not too familiar with them.
Sergio got out of bed and lazily took in Nando’s sleepy visage. He certainly liked him so much more with short hair, even though he could no longer grab fistfuls of it during their lovemaking.
He dragged his feet towards the bathroom but his attention was diverted to a pink piece of paper on the floor in front of the door, as if it had been slipped under it. He wiggled his brow and advanced towards it.
Picking it up and reading the few lines, he broke into cheering, forgetting for a second that Fernando was right there, still asleep. He clamped a hand over his mouth, and looked apologetically at his now awaken lover.
“Jesus, Sergio. Was that really necessary?” Nando let out, startled, eyelids laced with sleep.
“I’m sorry querido. But poker nights are reinstated!!!!!” he waved the slip of paper proudly.
“Oh noes.” Nando shook his head. “I really don’t see what’s so amazing about the poker nights. There’s always the expectation of something uhm…unexpected…and nothing ever happens.”
“We have some newbies though, this time.” Sergio winked.
“And then of course, there’s the rush of fucking someone else…I don’t really get that, Ser, why so many love the whole concept.”
“Come on Nando. It’s just a game, and just sex…..” Sergio said as he was walking into the shower.
“You’re going, aren’t you?” Nando pouted.
“And you’re not….again. It’s no fun if you’re not there. Besides, you pointed out very well how these things go. I really wish you stopped being so prudish and came to one.” Sergio added matter of factly before shutting the door.
***
Gerard stormed back into the hotel room, shutting the door loudly.
“Did you get caught?” Cesc laughed from the bed.
“Almost. I had no idea advertising and hosting the poker games can be so dangerous. Ugh. Here’s yours, by the way.”
He handed Cesc a piece of paper, similar to the ones he had left in each of the rooms.
“Pink? Can you spell more gay than this?” Cesc cocked his head and chuckled.
“I had to steal hotel stationery. It’s not like I had a choice….”
“Ok, no need to get aggravated. Who do you think will come this time?”
“I am not sure. I’m kinda tired of the usual bunch. But Ramos would no doubt be there. He never misses one session.”
“I know! On the other hand, he’s never won nor lost the game….”
“I think he’s actually in it for the actual poker.”
“And what are you in for?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Uhm….nevermind. We all do it for the same reason, have some risky fun, but without actually taking any risks.”
“Ok. Now. I really hope some unattached people come. Now that’d make it fun!”
“True. Or at least not some very long term couples. I mean, the Davids. We all know they’re gonna fuck each other regardless of the outcome of the game. And we all know that if only one of them comes, he’ll never risk getting fucked…nope.”
“Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Risk getting fucked. If I didn’t take part….”
“Gerard.”
“Cesc. The whole point of strip poker is to make new connections. It’s a double gamble, winner takes it all and the consequences…”
“Ok. Since you’re asking me, would you?”
“I’m a poker king, Cesc. I’d never be able to risk losing.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“Let’s not argue. I’m sorry I started this. Now shall we, it’s getting late.”
***
David Silva picked up the pink piece of paper and yawned.
“The poker’s on again.”
“Who’s hosting it.”
“I think, ugh, this is some ugly handwriting, it’s Pique.”
“Oh. Man, I really didn’t want to go anymore, it’s kind of epic fail most of the times.”
“I know. No-one likes to actually take risks. Of course, cheating on your boyfriend as a consequence of strip poker…..well….”
“The problem is that with no-one willing to actually go all the way, even the poker becomes dull.”
“I’m definitely not going.”
“Unfortunately I’ll have to.” David Villa sighed.
“Why?”
“Need I explain? Pique is hosting it and I’m Barcelona's new signing. I have to make a good impression. Besides, we always go and suddenly not showing up when there’s a new host would be considered rude.”
“David, you can go all the way.”
They looked at each other. Silva scooted closer on the edge of the bed and patted his boyfriend’s hand.
“Why?” was Villa’s only question.
“Because you’re taking one for the team, and you just said it’s tedious as it is. I don’t want you to die of boredom.”
“Would you rather I got fucked?”
They both burst into laughter.
“I don’t want to know. But risk to win, querido, not to lose.” Silva winked at him and pecked him gently on the lips before getting up and entering the bathroom.
David Villa looked at the pink slip of paper, folding it neatly, pondering at his lover’s words and offer.
***
Victor was still having a hard time getting used to waking up next to Pepe every day. This was why he always stared for a good few minutes at the other man sleeping next to him, just to acknowledge his presence in the bed and to recall the night before.
After this peculiar ritual was over, he got out and looked around the room, trying to find his slippers that had landed god knows where during their frantic disrobing. And then he noticed something that had definitely not been in the room when they had switched off the lights.
He walked to the door and picked the pink slip of paper, reading the words on it slowly.
“You are invited to La Roja Strip Poker nights. The sessions where you may lose and you may win something more than just your clothes, but a lover as well, for winner takes it all. Room 208, hosted by Gerard Pique
PS: Bring this paper for confirmation.”
“I see you’ve found some interesting reading material.” Pepe commented playfully.
Victor gazed at his lover with complete puzzlement painted on his face.
“What is this thing?” he climbed back in bed and handed Pepe the note.
“It’s the invitation for Strip Poker nights. Oh, Pique’s hosting it this year. This might attract a different crowd…” Pepe spoke slowly, more to himself.
He looked back at Victor and realized his lover was new with La Seleccion and had no clue what the poker nights were.
“Ok, I’ll explain. Nights can get a little boring, even if you have a stable partner…..or maybe because you do. So a long time ago, I actually don’t remember who got the idea, this was initiated. Strip poker, with a double gamble. Because at the end of the night, the one party with most clothes on gets to take the person most naked back to his room. And you can draw your own conclusions.”
“Oh, I understand. Have you done this?”
“Yeah, it’s something I enjoy.” Pepe answered lazily, as if he weren’t really interested in saying anything more on the subject.
“I want to do this.” Victor announced, excitedly.
“Then we better hurry and sign in, as only first 8 get to go on the first round.”
“Ok, great!” he announced, as he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door after him.
Pepe shook his head at his lover’s excited reaction, resembling that of a horny teenager. He understood that Victor had kept away from these things for a while, but there was no need to try to fuck all his teammates just to show everyone he’s back in action.
Yet, he was willing to go for it, indulge Valdes, if only for the first round.
***
Although they weren’t exactly together, as Iker was *still* hung up over Beckham, Xabi liked the company of the goalkeeper. He himself was getting over the abrupt end of his relationship when he left England, so he found Iker to be a great partner in misery.
“Those bastard English, they broke our hearts.” He’d tell him when they were in the mood to joke about such things.
But he wasn’t in such mood right now, as he had woken up after a rather bad night sleep. He was even more pissed off when he noticed he had slept in late and Iker was already in the bathroom. One thing he hated about his captain was that he took practically forever when he showered.
However, the pink slip of paper on the pillow cheered him up a bit. He was a huge poker fan and the version they were playing during tournaments was pretty good fun.
Iker finally emerged from the shower, so Xabi got out of bed, hurriedly, as he had far less time now to groom his beard and get ready.
“Morning.” He nodded towards Iker.
“Mrgh.” Was Iker’s mumbled response.
“Hey, what’s up?” Xabi hated when people other than him had nasty starts of the day, and he was always ready to cheer them up.
“Have you seen who’s hosting this year’s Strip Poker?”
“Yea…..”
“Well, that’s awesome, isn’t it!” Iker let out sarcastically, scrubbing his beard with the towel.
“I don’t see why you have a problem with Pique. He’s a nice kid and a great young player.”
Iker just let out a grunt.
“I take it that you’re not going.”
“Yeah, that joker hosting it ruins the whole fun for me.”
“Can I go?” Xabi asked, unsure why he was asking in the first place.
“Look, you don’t have to ask for my permission, it’s not like we’re together. We’re…each other’s rebound, I suppose. You can fuck whoever you want.” Iker replied, a little harshly.
“You don’t have to act like a stupid teenager, ok? You know very well that the chances of anyone ending with anyone but their lover are very, very slim.” He replied angrily shutting the bathroom door forcefully.
“Not with Pique in char….” Iker left his phrase unfinished.
He had never been a fan of the strip poker, it condoned and encouraged adultery!! And even if it never really happened, he still disliked the idea. He had taken part in a few rounds, when they were hosted by someone mature enough and serious enough to not let the whole thing turn into an orgy.
But with the young Catalan in charge…he felt there was a start to a new era. An era of debauchery. And he didn’t know what bothered him more, the immorality of it all, or the possibility that the man he didn’t love, that the man he didn’t even call his lover, might end up spending a night with someone else.
Iker shook his head and started getting dressed.