The Details
Title: The Details
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, David Silva, Iker Casillas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Comes after Everything has to start somewhere. A little bit more of these two and where they might end up. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO liroa15 for being an amazing beta
Warning: It is a BDSM fic. As in the lifestyle will be portrayed not just the sexual part of it. Some moments will be a bit more hardcore than others. This is a verse and I'm not sure where it will take me or them, but this is the only warning I'll be giving.
"You did what?"
"Yeah." Fernando gave Iker a smile.
"So what now?"
Fernando shook his head. "I have no clue."
"Maybe you could talk to him."
"I don't really want to talk. I want to hold him down and fuck him. That's kind of the problem."
"Great, Nando. Don't sugar coat it or anything," Iker laughed and got up. "Here. I have something that might help you out with the whole talking thing."
Fernando watched as Iker moved to the other side of the room to dig through some files. He didn't need this. Sure, he had wanted Sergio for years now, but he didn't think it was ever really going to happen. He sure as hell didn't think it was going to happen the way that it had the night before. The idea of being with Sergio and what it could mean was starting to take over his general thought processes.
Now, with training over for the day, he just wanted to see what else he could make Sergio do. The other man's lips wrapped around his cock sounded really good right now. A lot better than watching Iker sift through God only knew what.
"Here." Iker handed over a few sheets of printer paper. "I didn't think I had it anymore."
“God, Iker, you're running a harem,” Fernando laughed once he figured out exactly what the papers were and what Iker's files were. They were checklists. Fernando made a mental note to ask to look at them someday. He always liked knowing more about other people than they thought he did.
“I provide a service,” Iker grinned and then got serious again. “Even if this whole thing isn't just about sex with you and Sergio.”
“It is just about the sex.”
“Right, sure, okay, it's nothing right now anyway.”
“You had a point?”
Iker let out another laugh. “I did. Just that you should do the checklist and talk to him. You know you can't just jump into this, and it sounds like you want to play with him more seriously than you have with anyone else. It's not really about holding him down and fucking him, so you have to talk to him about it.”
This was quickly starting to feel like the first time he’d talked to his father about sex.
“Fine.”
“I mean now, Nando.”
“You're not my Dom or my dad, Iker.”
“But I'm your captain and Sergio's, and in our world, that means I am your dad and your Dom. Talk to him. Use the checklist. It'll be fun.”
“Fine,” Fernando waved him off and left the room, almost not caring that he sounded like a petulant child. Iker gave him good advice, he always had, which was why he was going to do everything the other man had told him to. He just wasn't going to let Iker know that. Iker could be a smug bastard when he wanted to be.
Fernando walked down the hallway slowly not really sure how to go about any of this. Iker joked about providing a service, but he needed it, and not everyone was up for living like this. Well not anyone he wanted to be.
“Hey, Nando.”
“Silva, I just left Iker.” Fernando waved the papers, shut the door behind him, and smirked a little bit.
“Oh, hey. Look Sergio, you win.”
Fernando tried his best not to laugh as Silva dropped the controller and left the room. Maybe Iker did provide a vital service.
“I'm missing something,” Sergio laughed and sat back on the couch.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower this morning?” Fernando crossed his arms. He couldn't believe he just blurted that out, but he wasn't about to let Sergio know that.
“What?”
There was that look. Fernando loved that look. It was a mix of confusion and shock that anything that demanding or sexual could ever come out of baby-faced Fernando Torres. The first time he saw it was his first time with Iker. He had grabbed the older man’s wrists and pushed him face down on the bed, and when Iker turned to look at him, he’d had that look in his eyes. The how could Fernando do this? look. He loved it.
“I asked you if you touched yourself in the shower this morning.”
“I … yeah,” Sergio nodded, slowly sitting up a little straighter.
“What did you think about?”
“You.”
Fernando smiled. “What about me? Anything specific?”
Fernando watched as Sergio's eyes went a little vacant, and he wasn't sure if he was going to get a full answer, but the look on the other man's face was enough to let him know that it was something good.
“Just … just about last night.”
“So I didn't freak you out.”
“No.”
The answer was so quick that Fernando couldn't help but flash Sergio a big smile.
“Good. I was thinking that um ... that we could make it a little more official.”
“Like dating?”
He smiled again this time softer. “No, like a contract and doing this.” He waved the papers.
“We need a contract? It's sex, not some kind of business deal.”
“Well, I still need to know what you're willing to do and a safeword.”
“Wait. You just came from Iker's room?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded and smiled as he watched pieces falling to place in Sergio's mind.
“You guys.” Sergio shook his head again. “But listen, Nando. I'm willing, okay? I want to see what we can do and how you can make me feel. I have a million and one things running through my mind right now, and I want to know if it's all really as good as I'm making it out to be. That's what I got off to this morning.”
Fernando nodded and moved to sit next to Sergio on the couch. Unlike the other man, he leaned back, put his feet up on the coffee table, and held out the check list. “It's in alphabetical order. I figured we could just go through it together.”
“Okay.” Sergio relaxed a little bit and leaned backwards again, getting comfortable.
“So one through five, five being most willing and if you've ever done it before,” Fernando pointed to the other columns and reached beside him to grab a pen.
“I get it,” Sergio nodded, now seeming more than a little eager.
“Right. So ... A for abrasion.” Fernando smiled a little.
Sergio shrugged and then grinned skipping ahead a little bit. “Oh, anal sex. That's a five. A willing and ready five.”
Fernando laughed and shoved at him. “I figured that.”
“Okay, okay. So plugs, never ever wearing one when I play or practice. This,” Sergio waved his hand at the papers, “isn't ever getting in the way of football. I mean I don't mind being sore from a good fuck, but there's a line.”
“I wouldn't mess up your football Sergio, but you might want to watch your tone.”
They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Sergio bowed his head. “Sorry.”
“You don't have to be sorry, just make an effort. So how about this?” He pointed to the word beating.
Fernando could feel it as Sergio shifted closer. “I never thought about that before. It sounds harsh though, doesn't it? I mean beating, like you'd leave me unable to move.”
“Only if that's how much you needed.”
“Needed?” Sergio looked at him. “What about wanted?”
“It's not really a want for me, Sergio. It's a need.” Fernando admitted and looked over at him.
“I don't know what it is for me yet, other than an infatuation.”
“I can help you figure that out.”
Sergio nodded. “What if it's nothing?”
“Then we stop.” Fernando hadn't though about that, and he really didn't want to.
“Anyway, I'll put a two.” Fernando nodded and scribbled the number down.
“Oh, being serviced sexually. That's another big five.”
Fernando couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, let’s go with things that aren't so obvious. Like bondage.”
“Yes.”
He looked over at Sergio, surprised at how quick the answer came out. Fernando raised his eyebrows a little at how the other man looked down. He'd have to learn to read body language better. Not even half of what Sergio was saying was in his words. It was all in how he was looking down or away and the tension levels in his body.
They went through another few items, until collar came up. Fernando looked at Sergio.
“What are you thinking?”
“Is it ownership or to say we're doing this, now be good?”
“Both, depends on what you want it to be,” Fernando shrugged. “It's not automatic. It's if I decide. If I know you want it, and I think you're ready for it.”
“You want that, Nando? Someone collared for you?”
Fernando nodded. “Yeah.”
“Five.” Sergio said it so softly Fernando hardly heard it.
“Um ... right, okay. Cuffs,” he moved on, trying not to get to flustered by the implications of what Sergio had just said.
“They're kind of sexy, right? Part of that whole bondage deal too?”
Fernando nodded and wrote down the five for him before he could say anything else. “Double penetration?”
“Iker?”
“I don't know,” Fernando laughed a little bit. “You play with him all year, and you had no idea that he's kind of a slut?”
“None,” Sergio shook his head. “I don't really pay attention to Iker's sex life.”
“You're missing out then,” Fernando grinned.
“Oh, but Iker is the slut,” Sergio laughed as he moved closer to Fernando.
Fernando nodded, grinning. “He is. Trust me, you have no idea how many people that man messes around with.”
“So, we take his options?”
“Well yeah, I guess,” Fernando shrugged. “I mean, it matters on who and what you're comfortable with. I'm not just going to drag someone in here tomorrow.”
“Silva?”
Fernando laughed at the hopeful tone. “Maybe.” He scribbled Silva's name in the comment section and made a mental note that he'd be the one being penetrated, not Sergio.
“Exercise? Really?” Sergio pointed and laughed.
“Yeah, that's not really an issue or an option.”
“Or a punishment.”
Fernando grinned at the statement. “Exactly. Next up is exhibitionism.”
“I can do that.”
“You can do anything on the list it's if you want to do it, and it turns you on.”
“Three.”
He made the mark and looked over the list a little bit. “Following orders?”
“Don't I have to do that?”
A rather large grin broke out over Fernando's face. “If you're smart, yeah.”
“I can be smart,” Sergio nodded and then grinned. “You might want to check off forced masturbation.”
“I didn't force you. I suggested.” Fernando leaned away from him and gave him a look.
“That was as close to forced as you can come without holding a gun to my head,” Sergio laughed a little bit.
“Remember when I mentioned your tone earlier?” Fernando shook his head a little bit and made a few notes on the page, trying his best to ignore how Sergio sat back again, slightly defeated.
“I'm going to be in trouble a lot.” It was a resigned statement.
Fernando looked over at him. “Only if we play it that way, Sergio.”
“We can.”
He made that note in the margin. “Gags?”
“Only when you want to shut me up.”
Fernando looked at him. “Really, Sergio? I can go get one right now. Though I don't think del Bosque would like it on the plane or during practice.”
Sergio smirked a little bit. “Three. No public places for that one.”
They went through a few more, and Sergio stopped them, nodding and pointing to one word. “Humiliation?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded. “It's kind of hard to avoid in general though.”
“But what counts?”
Fernando shut his eyes and licked over his bottom lip. “Say you're on all fours with a butt plug, and I'm about to spank you. I haven't called you a slut or a bad boy, but you're still going to feel some level or humiliation, right?”
“Right.”
He could hear the exhale from Sergio. The other man must have been holding his breath. On his own, he wrote down a four. They worked though everything else with a few laughs and a few digs at Iker along the way. There wasn't another problem until they got to voyeurism.
“Watching Dom with other people. No.” Sergio shook his head adamantly and sat up from where he was curled into Fernando's side. To face him.
“What? Why is that a big deal?”
“It just is. I don't want that. Not unless we talk about it before, I know that it's going to happen, and I have you after. No way.”
Fernando couldn't help but smile a little bit at the protectiveness and jealously in Sergio's tone. “Zero or one, Sergio?”
“One.”
“Safeword.”
“What?” Sergio blinked at him, still not settled back into the couch.
“If I go too far. It stops everything.”
“Oh.” Sergio nodded, and Fernando watched his face. He could see the thought process. “School bus.”
“That's two words,” Fernando tried to say it with a straight face but the corner of his mouth twitched up.
“School.”
“Okay.”
Fernando made a few last notes and set the papers down on the coffee table in front of them. He then turned his head and looked over Sergio, looking for some change or some sign of apprehension. There wasn't any though. Sergio was obviously very aroused.
“You're hard.”
Sergio nodded, and Fernando swore he saw the start of a blush.
“I think you should stand up and take off your clothes.” Fernando leaned forward and tapped the four under inspection.
“What do I call you?”
Fernando hadn't expected that question. “Today? Fernando.”
“Okay,” Sergio nodded and stood up, pulling off his shirt.
Fernando shifted a little on the couch to get the best view of Sergio. His mind was already working out where to go form here. He had seen Sergio naked more times than he could count. This part wasn't that exciting. Still, he gave a pleased little nod when Sergio took off his pants and there was nothing under them.
“Kneel on the table.” Fernando stood and moved the small table that was in the corner of the room to the middle, by their beds.
Sergio moved deliberately, testing the table and making sure it could hold his weight before he climbed up onto it. Fernando let his hand reach out, and he touched Sergio's thigh before he reached his other hand out to force Sergio's knees further apart.
Then his fingers started to move. Fernando started with Sergio's hair, smiling when the other man leaned in to the touch. Then worked down over his face to his mouth. He wasn't the least bit surprised when Sergio let the fingers slip past his lips. Fernando smiled a bit when the other man sucked on his fingers, making a point to flick his tongue over them.
“What a hint, Sergio.”
Fernando smile a little bit more as his fingers went further down to Sergio's chest. He was happy that Sergio already knew enough to know not to answer his statement with anything but a low hum. Finding the other man's nipples, Fernando pinched and tweaked each one, enjoying the sharp intake of breath from Sergio and the way he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Still, Sergio was enjoying it. Fernando had no doubt about it when his fingers dipped down Sergio's stomach and stopped at the base of his cock. He was still hard.
“Do you want me to touch you, Sergio?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My cock. Touch my cock.”
Another smile spread over his face, and he used just the tips of his fingers to trail down Sergio's length to the head. He let a finger swipe over the tip and brought it back up to Sergio's mouth to let him lick off the precome before the hand went back down again, this time to Sergio’s balls. Fernando held each and then squeezed them firmly, noting the way it made the other man's cock twitch.
“Bend over,” Fernando said firmly, and pressed on Sergio's back. He was almost surprised with the ease that Sergio moved, and how willing he was to obey.
Fernando moved around the table, his hands never leaving Sergio's body. He moved them down over his back until one rested on either side of his ass. Breaking away, he went to his bed, grabbed the closest thing to lube that he had, lotion, and put some on two of his fingers. Coming back, he let one hand help hold Sergio open as his fingers quickly found his hole. Fernando teased the opening and made a mental note of each noise that came out of Sergio's mouth and the throaty growl he let out when Fernando finally pushed his fingers in.
“How long since you've had something in your ass, Sergio?”
“Seven months.”
“What was it?” Fernando asked, his fingers still working.
“A cock.”
“Who's cock?”
“I don't know,” Sergio answered the best he could between moans.
“You bottomed for a stranger?”
“Yes.” Fernando watched as Sergio's hips started to move with his fingers.
“Maybe you are a slut.”
“No, no, no.”
He didn't really know if Sergio's protests were from what he said or if it was from him removing his fingers. He needed more than this though. He needed to be in the other man as soon as possible.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Sergio?”
“Yes.”
“Then get off the table and onto the bed.”
Fernando held back his laugh at the way Sergio scrambled off of the table and onto his bed, laying his body out. He did smile as he caught the other man's eyes though. Wasting no time, he stripped down and crawled up over Sergio's before pressing their bodies together. He bit Sergio's neck when the other man moaned and arched back up against him.
“Fernando, please.”
“Please what, Sergio? You'd think you would know I like details by now.”
“Fuck me Get in me now. I need to feel you. Please.”
Grabbing one of Sergio's legs, he adjusted their bodies so that the leg in his hand was over his shoulder and Sergio was left wide open. Fernando shifted again, this time pressing his erection against Sergio. He didn't wait for a nod or an okay, he just started to push in. The moan he got from Sergio drove him on. Fernando worked him ‘til a rhythm was established, and Sergio was rocking back against him. He didn't bother to hold back, and he worked his hips hard, rocking the bed into the wall and driving all kinds of noises out of Sergio.
At this point, he was hyper aware of Sergio's body. The way his other leg had wrapped around him, how his ass was clenching around his cock, and mostly the way Sergio’s nails were digging into his own shoulders. Fernando let out a groan and buried his head in the crook of Sergio's neck, biting down on the flesh there. Not knowing that Sergio was even close, Fernando was surprised to feel the other man's orgasm. The spasms were enough to throw him over the edge as well, and with one last thrust, Fernando let go, collapsing onto Sergio so he could catch his breath.
A few moments passed and their hard breathing turned a little bit more normal.
Fernando used that moment to get up and walk over to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and soaked it down with warm water before returning to Sergio. Smiling a little to himself, he cleaned off the other man before laying back down next to him.
It hit him then that they hadn't kissed. In all that they had done, the intimacy of kissing had been completely lost.
“Fernando, will you kiss me?” Sergio's hand moved across the bed to touch his mouth.
“On the mouth?”
Fernando laughed. “Learned about details?”
“Don't want you to tease me. Just kiss me.”
He nodded and, without another word, leaned over and let their lips meet.
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, David Silva, Iker Casillas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Comes after Everything has to start somewhere. A little bit more of these two and where they might end up. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO liroa15 for being an amazing beta
Warning: It is a BDSM fic. As in the lifestyle will be portrayed not just the sexual part of it. Some moments will be a bit more hardcore than others. This is a verse and I'm not sure where it will take me or them, but this is the only warning I'll be giving.
"You did what?"
"Yeah." Fernando gave Iker a smile.
"So what now?"
Fernando shook his head. "I have no clue."
"Maybe you could talk to him."
"I don't really want to talk. I want to hold him down and fuck him. That's kind of the problem."
"Great, Nando. Don't sugar coat it or anything," Iker laughed and got up. "Here. I have something that might help you out with the whole talking thing."
Fernando watched as Iker moved to the other side of the room to dig through some files. He didn't need this. Sure, he had wanted Sergio for years now, but he didn't think it was ever really going to happen. He sure as hell didn't think it was going to happen the way that it had the night before. The idea of being with Sergio and what it could mean was starting to take over his general thought processes.
Now, with training over for the day, he just wanted to see what else he could make Sergio do. The other man's lips wrapped around his cock sounded really good right now. A lot better than watching Iker sift through God only knew what.
"Here." Iker handed over a few sheets of printer paper. "I didn't think I had it anymore."
“God, Iker, you're running a harem,” Fernando laughed once he figured out exactly what the papers were and what Iker's files were. They were checklists. Fernando made a mental note to ask to look at them someday. He always liked knowing more about other people than they thought he did.
“I provide a service,” Iker grinned and then got serious again. “Even if this whole thing isn't just about sex with you and Sergio.”
“It is just about the sex.”
“Right, sure, okay, it's nothing right now anyway.”
“You had a point?”
Iker let out another laugh. “I did. Just that you should do the checklist and talk to him. You know you can't just jump into this, and it sounds like you want to play with him more seriously than you have with anyone else. It's not really about holding him down and fucking him, so you have to talk to him about it.”
This was quickly starting to feel like the first time he’d talked to his father about sex.
“Fine.”
“I mean now, Nando.”
“You're not my Dom or my dad, Iker.”
“But I'm your captain and Sergio's, and in our world, that means I am your dad and your Dom. Talk to him. Use the checklist. It'll be fun.”
“Fine,” Fernando waved him off and left the room, almost not caring that he sounded like a petulant child. Iker gave him good advice, he always had, which was why he was going to do everything the other man had told him to. He just wasn't going to let Iker know that. Iker could be a smug bastard when he wanted to be.
Fernando walked down the hallway slowly not really sure how to go about any of this. Iker joked about providing a service, but he needed it, and not everyone was up for living like this. Well not anyone he wanted to be.
“Hey, Nando.”
“Silva, I just left Iker.” Fernando waved the papers, shut the door behind him, and smirked a little bit.
“Oh, hey. Look Sergio, you win.”
Fernando tried his best not to laugh as Silva dropped the controller and left the room. Maybe Iker did provide a vital service.
“I'm missing something,” Sergio laughed and sat back on the couch.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower this morning?” Fernando crossed his arms. He couldn't believe he just blurted that out, but he wasn't about to let Sergio know that.
“What?”
There was that look. Fernando loved that look. It was a mix of confusion and shock that anything that demanding or sexual could ever come out of baby-faced Fernando Torres. The first time he saw it was his first time with Iker. He had grabbed the older man’s wrists and pushed him face down on the bed, and when Iker turned to look at him, he’d had that look in his eyes. The how could Fernando do this? look. He loved it.
“I asked you if you touched yourself in the shower this morning.”
“I … yeah,” Sergio nodded, slowly sitting up a little straighter.
“What did you think about?”
“You.”
Fernando smiled. “What about me? Anything specific?”
Fernando watched as Sergio's eyes went a little vacant, and he wasn't sure if he was going to get a full answer, but the look on the other man's face was enough to let him know that it was something good.
“Just … just about last night.”
“So I didn't freak you out.”
“No.”
The answer was so quick that Fernando couldn't help but flash Sergio a big smile.
“Good. I was thinking that um ... that we could make it a little more official.”
“Like dating?”
He smiled again this time softer. “No, like a contract and doing this.” He waved the papers.
“We need a contract? It's sex, not some kind of business deal.”
“Well, I still need to know what you're willing to do and a safeword.”
“Wait. You just came from Iker's room?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded and smiled as he watched pieces falling to place in Sergio's mind.
“You guys.” Sergio shook his head again. “But listen, Nando. I'm willing, okay? I want to see what we can do and how you can make me feel. I have a million and one things running through my mind right now, and I want to know if it's all really as good as I'm making it out to be. That's what I got off to this morning.”
Fernando nodded and moved to sit next to Sergio on the couch. Unlike the other man, he leaned back, put his feet up on the coffee table, and held out the check list. “It's in alphabetical order. I figured we could just go through it together.”
“Okay.” Sergio relaxed a little bit and leaned backwards again, getting comfortable.
“So one through five, five being most willing and if you've ever done it before,” Fernando pointed to the other columns and reached beside him to grab a pen.
“I get it,” Sergio nodded, now seeming more than a little eager.
“Right. So ... A for abrasion.” Fernando smiled a little.
Sergio shrugged and then grinned skipping ahead a little bit. “Oh, anal sex. That's a five. A willing and ready five.”
Fernando laughed and shoved at him. “I figured that.”
“Okay, okay. So plugs, never ever wearing one when I play or practice. This,” Sergio waved his hand at the papers, “isn't ever getting in the way of football. I mean I don't mind being sore from a good fuck, but there's a line.”
“I wouldn't mess up your football Sergio, but you might want to watch your tone.”
They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Sergio bowed his head. “Sorry.”
“You don't have to be sorry, just make an effort. So how about this?” He pointed to the word beating.
Fernando could feel it as Sergio shifted closer. “I never thought about that before. It sounds harsh though, doesn't it? I mean beating, like you'd leave me unable to move.”
“Only if that's how much you needed.”
“Needed?” Sergio looked at him. “What about wanted?”
“It's not really a want for me, Sergio. It's a need.” Fernando admitted and looked over at him.
“I don't know what it is for me yet, other than an infatuation.”
“I can help you figure that out.”
Sergio nodded. “What if it's nothing?”
“Then we stop.” Fernando hadn't though about that, and he really didn't want to.
“Anyway, I'll put a two.” Fernando nodded and scribbled the number down.
“Oh, being serviced sexually. That's another big five.”
Fernando couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, let’s go with things that aren't so obvious. Like bondage.”
“Yes.”
He looked over at Sergio, surprised at how quick the answer came out. Fernando raised his eyebrows a little at how the other man looked down. He'd have to learn to read body language better. Not even half of what Sergio was saying was in his words. It was all in how he was looking down or away and the tension levels in his body.
They went through another few items, until collar came up. Fernando looked at Sergio.
“What are you thinking?”
“Is it ownership or to say we're doing this, now be good?”
“Both, depends on what you want it to be,” Fernando shrugged. “It's not automatic. It's if I decide. If I know you want it, and I think you're ready for it.”
“You want that, Nando? Someone collared for you?”
Fernando nodded. “Yeah.”
“Five.” Sergio said it so softly Fernando hardly heard it.
“Um ... right, okay. Cuffs,” he moved on, trying not to get to flustered by the implications of what Sergio had just said.
“They're kind of sexy, right? Part of that whole bondage deal too?”
Fernando nodded and wrote down the five for him before he could say anything else. “Double penetration?”
“Iker?”
“I don't know,” Fernando laughed a little bit. “You play with him all year, and you had no idea that he's kind of a slut?”
“None,” Sergio shook his head. “I don't really pay attention to Iker's sex life.”
“You're missing out then,” Fernando grinned.
“Oh, but Iker is the slut,” Sergio laughed as he moved closer to Fernando.
Fernando nodded, grinning. “He is. Trust me, you have no idea how many people that man messes around with.”
“So, we take his options?”
“Well yeah, I guess,” Fernando shrugged. “I mean, it matters on who and what you're comfortable with. I'm not just going to drag someone in here tomorrow.”
“Silva?”
Fernando laughed at the hopeful tone. “Maybe.” He scribbled Silva's name in the comment section and made a mental note that he'd be the one being penetrated, not Sergio.
“Exercise? Really?” Sergio pointed and laughed.
“Yeah, that's not really an issue or an option.”
“Or a punishment.”
Fernando grinned at the statement. “Exactly. Next up is exhibitionism.”
“I can do that.”
“You can do anything on the list it's if you want to do it, and it turns you on.”
“Three.”
He made the mark and looked over the list a little bit. “Following orders?”
“Don't I have to do that?”
A rather large grin broke out over Fernando's face. “If you're smart, yeah.”
“I can be smart,” Sergio nodded and then grinned. “You might want to check off forced masturbation.”
“I didn't force you. I suggested.” Fernando leaned away from him and gave him a look.
“That was as close to forced as you can come without holding a gun to my head,” Sergio laughed a little bit.
“Remember when I mentioned your tone earlier?” Fernando shook his head a little bit and made a few notes on the page, trying his best to ignore how Sergio sat back again, slightly defeated.
“I'm going to be in trouble a lot.” It was a resigned statement.
Fernando looked over at him. “Only if we play it that way, Sergio.”
“We can.”
He made that note in the margin. “Gags?”
“Only when you want to shut me up.”
Fernando looked at him. “Really, Sergio? I can go get one right now. Though I don't think del Bosque would like it on the plane or during practice.”
Sergio smirked a little bit. “Three. No public places for that one.”
They went through a few more, and Sergio stopped them, nodding and pointing to one word. “Humiliation?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded. “It's kind of hard to avoid in general though.”
“But what counts?”
Fernando shut his eyes and licked over his bottom lip. “Say you're on all fours with a butt plug, and I'm about to spank you. I haven't called you a slut or a bad boy, but you're still going to feel some level or humiliation, right?”
“Right.”
He could hear the exhale from Sergio. The other man must have been holding his breath. On his own, he wrote down a four. They worked though everything else with a few laughs and a few digs at Iker along the way. There wasn't another problem until they got to voyeurism.
“Watching Dom with other people. No.” Sergio shook his head adamantly and sat up from where he was curled into Fernando's side. To face him.
“What? Why is that a big deal?”
“It just is. I don't want that. Not unless we talk about it before, I know that it's going to happen, and I have you after. No way.”
Fernando couldn't help but smile a little bit at the protectiveness and jealously in Sergio's tone. “Zero or one, Sergio?”
“One.”
“Safeword.”
“What?” Sergio blinked at him, still not settled back into the couch.
“If I go too far. It stops everything.”
“Oh.” Sergio nodded, and Fernando watched his face. He could see the thought process. “School bus.”
“That's two words,” Fernando tried to say it with a straight face but the corner of his mouth twitched up.
“School.”
“Okay.”
Fernando made a few last notes and set the papers down on the coffee table in front of them. He then turned his head and looked over Sergio, looking for some change or some sign of apprehension. There wasn't any though. Sergio was obviously very aroused.
“You're hard.”
Sergio nodded, and Fernando swore he saw the start of a blush.
“I think you should stand up and take off your clothes.” Fernando leaned forward and tapped the four under inspection.
“What do I call you?”
Fernando hadn't expected that question. “Today? Fernando.”
“Okay,” Sergio nodded and stood up, pulling off his shirt.
Fernando shifted a little on the couch to get the best view of Sergio. His mind was already working out where to go form here. He had seen Sergio naked more times than he could count. This part wasn't that exciting. Still, he gave a pleased little nod when Sergio took off his pants and there was nothing under them.
“Kneel on the table.” Fernando stood and moved the small table that was in the corner of the room to the middle, by their beds.
Sergio moved deliberately, testing the table and making sure it could hold his weight before he climbed up onto it. Fernando let his hand reach out, and he touched Sergio's thigh before he reached his other hand out to force Sergio's knees further apart.
Then his fingers started to move. Fernando started with Sergio's hair, smiling when the other man leaned in to the touch. Then worked down over his face to his mouth. He wasn't the least bit surprised when Sergio let the fingers slip past his lips. Fernando smiled a bit when the other man sucked on his fingers, making a point to flick his tongue over them.
“What a hint, Sergio.”
Fernando smile a little bit more as his fingers went further down to Sergio's chest. He was happy that Sergio already knew enough to know not to answer his statement with anything but a low hum. Finding the other man's nipples, Fernando pinched and tweaked each one, enjoying the sharp intake of breath from Sergio and the way he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Still, Sergio was enjoying it. Fernando had no doubt about it when his fingers dipped down Sergio's stomach and stopped at the base of his cock. He was still hard.
“Do you want me to touch you, Sergio?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My cock. Touch my cock.”
Another smile spread over his face, and he used just the tips of his fingers to trail down Sergio's length to the head. He let a finger swipe over the tip and brought it back up to Sergio's mouth to let him lick off the precome before the hand went back down again, this time to Sergio’s balls. Fernando held each and then squeezed them firmly, noting the way it made the other man's cock twitch.
“Bend over,” Fernando said firmly, and pressed on Sergio's back. He was almost surprised with the ease that Sergio moved, and how willing he was to obey.
Fernando moved around the table, his hands never leaving Sergio's body. He moved them down over his back until one rested on either side of his ass. Breaking away, he went to his bed, grabbed the closest thing to lube that he had, lotion, and put some on two of his fingers. Coming back, he let one hand help hold Sergio open as his fingers quickly found his hole. Fernando teased the opening and made a mental note of each noise that came out of Sergio's mouth and the throaty growl he let out when Fernando finally pushed his fingers in.
“How long since you've had something in your ass, Sergio?”
“Seven months.”
“What was it?” Fernando asked, his fingers still working.
“A cock.”
“Who's cock?”
“I don't know,” Sergio answered the best he could between moans.
“You bottomed for a stranger?”
“Yes.” Fernando watched as Sergio's hips started to move with his fingers.
“Maybe you are a slut.”
“No, no, no.”
He didn't really know if Sergio's protests were from what he said or if it was from him removing his fingers. He needed more than this though. He needed to be in the other man as soon as possible.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Sergio?”
“Yes.”
“Then get off the table and onto the bed.”
Fernando held back his laugh at the way Sergio scrambled off of the table and onto his bed, laying his body out. He did smile as he caught the other man's eyes though. Wasting no time, he stripped down and crawled up over Sergio's before pressing their bodies together. He bit Sergio's neck when the other man moaned and arched back up against him.
“Fernando, please.”
“Please what, Sergio? You'd think you would know I like details by now.”
“Fuck me Get in me now. I need to feel you. Please.”
Grabbing one of Sergio's legs, he adjusted their bodies so that the leg in his hand was over his shoulder and Sergio was left wide open. Fernando shifted again, this time pressing his erection against Sergio. He didn't wait for a nod or an okay, he just started to push in. The moan he got from Sergio drove him on. Fernando worked him ‘til a rhythm was established, and Sergio was rocking back against him. He didn't bother to hold back, and he worked his hips hard, rocking the bed into the wall and driving all kinds of noises out of Sergio.
At this point, he was hyper aware of Sergio's body. The way his other leg had wrapped around him, how his ass was clenching around his cock, and mostly the way Sergio’s nails were digging into his own shoulders. Fernando let out a groan and buried his head in the crook of Sergio's neck, biting down on the flesh there. Not knowing that Sergio was even close, Fernando was surprised to feel the other man's orgasm. The spasms were enough to throw him over the edge as well, and with one last thrust, Fernando let go, collapsing onto Sergio so he could catch his breath.
A few moments passed and their hard breathing turned a little bit more normal.
Fernando used that moment to get up and walk over to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and soaked it down with warm water before returning to Sergio. Smiling a little to himself, he cleaned off the other man before laying back down next to him.
It hit him then that they hadn't kissed. In all that they had done, the intimacy of kissing had been completely lost.
“Fernando, will you kiss me?” Sergio's hand moved across the bed to touch his mouth.
“On the mouth?”
Fernando laughed. “Learned about details?”
“Don't want you to tease me. Just kiss me.”
He nodded and, without another word, leaned over and let their lips meet.