Deeper
Title: Deeper
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas, Cesc Fabregas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Comes after Maybe I do Care It's kind of a bit more into Fernando's brain. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU To liroa15 I'm very grateful to have her around.
Warning: It is a BDSM fic. Also the kind of fic where yay everyone is happy and likes sex with other boys and the smut is laced with plot. When they start doing more specific things I'll throw those in here.
Fernando smiled at Sergio as the other man stretched out his body. Practice was nearly over so a little bit of open gawking wasn't really going to hurt anything in the long run. Now he finally had the chance to just let all his thoughts go. All day his mind had kept going back to what had happened that morning. He’d woken up with the warm, constant pressure of Sergio's body pressed against his own. It wasn't exactly snuggling. He figured that the bed was just too small for two people used to sleeping alone. Still, he had shifted and let his hand start to rub and pinch at Sergio's ass until he woke with a yelp of pain and a frown plastered on his face. Fernando didn't care; it was worth that angry look.
“Fucking hell.”
“It's not that bad.”
“It's not your ass.”
“Tell me in a few months if this really hurt that bad. I'm sure you'll have a lot to compare it to.”
“Remind me and I will.”
He chuckled at the memory, not caring if he looked a little dazed or a bit like a crazy person. Fernando hadn't had a morning that good, that simple, or that easy in years. Though now, thinking back on it, he wasn't so sure if how gentle he’d been was appropriate or not. When he finally had Sergio pushing back against his hand, which had never stopped teasing, he crawled over him and pressed the other man down into the mattress. Fernando placed light kisses across his chest and up jaw till their lips met. The kissing stayed sweet and light as he spread Sergio's thighs so he could settle between them. He had used enough lube and prepped the other man well enough that he’d slid in without any resistance. Even if he shouldn't have been that gentle, and if he was really honest with himself that loving, with Sergio, he wasn't about to regret any of it. The noises that poured out of the other man would stay with him forever. He’d never heard anything that was so pornographic and serene at the same time.
No, Sergio wanted him for something harsher and that's what he had to focus on. It didn't matter how many times they woke up next to each other. He should have demanded a morning blow job and sent Sergio back to his own room. That would have been the right thing to do. Leave him hanging and wanting through practice and then tease him all night.
“You okay?”
“What?” Fernando looked over in time to see Iker settle on the grass next to him.
“Are you okay? You look like you're going to cry or murder someone. Last night didn't go well?”
“It went fine.”
“Did it?”
Fernando laughed. “Do you just want the details?”
“I might.” Iker sat back and looked at Sergio.
“Too bad. It's none of your business.” Fernando used the moment to tease Iker.
“I tell you everything. That's not fair.”
Fernando nodded but still paused. He didn't really want to tell Iker everything in detail. Even the moments that weren't all that sweet were his and Sergio's. They weren't Iker's, and now he wasn't sure if it was all supposed to feel so private. “I spanked him, then I fucked him, and this morning he bitched about it hurting.”
“Like I never want to do that again kind of hurt?”
“No. Like I'm a little girl, and I want to whine,” Fernando grinned.
Iker laughed at that. “Sorry, Fernando, I've never gotten that. If I did, they'd be right back over my knee.”
“Yeah, well you have people who know exactly what they want. He doesn't. I just have to guess and see what's too far.”
“I think you're more scared of it then he is.”
“What the fuck is with all the sage advice, Iker? Are you some kind of sex and relationship guru now?”
“It's a relationship?”
Fernando frowned, suddenly very flustered. “No. It's just the sex stuff. I don't have a relationship other than friendship with Sergio.” But he couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back to Sergio below him, jaw slack, moaning in pleasure.
“You love Ramos,” Iker teased.
“Are you guys talking about me?”
Iker grinned at Sergio. “About how much of a girl you are Ramos. Work on that pain tolerance, okay? Captain's orders.”
A little smirk formed over Fernando's lips as Sergio turned bright red. No one else knew what Iker was talking about, or could really stand a chance at guessing. Fernando hadn't told Sergio not to hide himself in the locker room, and the other man did manage to hide his ass well. Sadly, no one saw the faint red flush across his cheeks. He'd have to change that next call up. That would show Sergio what humiliation was really all about. Iker did it to Silva often enough, and Fernando knew it always lead to some kind of lecture later on from someone older who just didn't get it. If he told Sergio not to hide, everyone would just think he’d been added to the captain's list of boys to play with. It could be fun.
“We're done.”
“What?”
“You can go back to your room now and act out whatever was in your head,” Iker laughed.
“It had nothing to do with my room.” Fernando grinned at him and popped up from his sitting position. “Go do something fun, Iker.”
“My plans don't involve you busting in to borrow something for Sergio though. You got lucky last night.”
“Right sure,” Fernando nodded. “You'll always open the door for me.”
“Only if you want to play.”
“Not with you,” Fernando pushed at him. “Though I think next call up I'll be stealing Silva for a night. Sergio was too interested.”
“Really?” Iker grinned wildly. “I can't even watch?”
“You're turning out to be a dirty old man, Iker.”
“I know,” Iker gave him a shove back before he jogged over to where David Silva was standing.
Fernando didn't miss Cesc's eyes following Iker's body. That wasn't his problem though. Right now, he had to figure out a way to get Sergio back to his room without the rest of the team thinking it was some kind of party invitation. He was not Pepe. He didn't want a group of men trashing his room. He wanted to finish what they should have done the night before. That only involved a computer, himself, and Sergio, not half the team.
“Fer...”
Fernando looked up trying not to seem dazed. “Oh, hey.”
“Do you want me to um... go to my room or um... you know, back to your room?”
“Go shower and change. Then go back to mine,” Fernando nodded. That was easier than he thought it was going to be. “Hey, Sergio? I don't want half the team there. So if you have to lie and say you're going to take a nap or something, I won't be mad.”
“Okay.” Sergio nodded and jogged off again. Fernando watched as he threw an arm around Xavi and said something that made the other man laugh loudly.
“Fernando!”
“I don't want to hang out, Cesc.” He held up his hand and shook his head no.
“Okay. Not my question.”
Fernando stopped walking. After the looks he’d just seen Cesc shooting at Iker, this was bound to be good. “Yeah?”
“What's up with Iker and Silva?”
“You know how Iker is. They're just fooling around.”
“So it's not serious?”
“Iker doesn't get serious really,” Fernando shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Oh. So they just do that whole kinky sex thing?”
“Pretty much. David isn't looking for everlasting love with him, but I don't think Iker wants to give him up. He's a good sub,” Fernando shrugged again and nodded over to the two men in question.
“Right...” Cesc trailed off.
“Why do you care?”
“I don't.” The younger man shook his head and started to walk off without saying a goodbye.
“Just talk to him, Cesc,” Fernando called out before moving over to Iker. It wasn't his business, but he could still cause some trouble now that he’d figured out how to get Sergio to his room. “Fabregas wants you,” he whispered to Iker with a smile before he jogged off again.
After he rushed back to his room so Sergio wouldn't get there first, Fernando ended up waiting an hour for the other man to show up. He sat on his bed and mindlessly flicked trough the foreign television stations, stopping when he thought he could understand something. Sergio didn't need to spend all that time preening. All it did was end up wasting Fernando's time, so he didn't even look up from the television when he heard his door open.
He changed the station again still not looking up. “Take off your clothes, and come sit next to me. I didn't like waiting a full hour for you.”
“Iker stopped me.”
Fernando looked up and smiled when Sergio's shirt got stuck on his ear. When he did manage to pull it off, his still damp hair tangled. “He did?”
“Cesc wants him?” Sergio laughed. “You know he has a massive hard on for Cesc right? You can't just do that to the guy. I'm shocked he doesn't have a picture of the kid next to his bed that he kisses nightly.”
“He's a year younger than you, and I'm not messing around with Iker's head. Cesc came up and asked me what was going on with him and Silva,” Fernando shrugged and watched as the rest of Sergio's clothes came off. It was hard to fake disinterest in moments like that.
“Didn't think Cesc gave a shit about him.”
“I don't know if Cesc could give Iker what he needs though,” Fernando shrugged again and shifted so Sergio could settle next to him. “He asked if they did 'that kinky stuff'.”
Sergio chuckled and eyed Fernando. “What were you saying about me earlier?”
“None of your business. Now get yourself hard.”
“Okay.” Sergio leaned over and kissed his neck.
“Without touching me.”
Fernando got off the bed and went to his bags to pull out his laptop. He did his best to ignore the small noises coming from the bed. “Don't come. You don't come till I tell you to.”
“Oh... okay.”
By the time he turned around, Sergio was spread out with his hands grabbing onto the comforter. It was an obvious, and bad, attempt at self-control. “You have to have more self-control than that.”
“You get hard and tell me you don't want to come.”
Fernando raised his eyebrows. “Talk to me like that again and I'll make sure nothing but your pants comes in contact with your dick for the next month. We're not formal right now, but you don't have to be a brat all the time.”
Sergio sunk down into the blankets like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, Fernando.”
“No sorries, just try to watch your mouth when you know you should. Now, I'm in Madrid all summer except for a few things I have to do sponsorship wise, and we can't always borrow Iker's toys. So we're going to do some toy shopping.”
“You're going to be in Madrid all summer?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded. “I am.”
“With me?”
His stomach flipped. “With you if you want. But the shopping.”
He didn't want to think about it, he couldn't get his hopes up. Sergio just wanted someone to fulfill some of his kinkier sexual needs. He didn't want a boyfriend or someone to lay around with all summer. All he wanted was a master, and Fernando could do that. He squinted and opened up a site he’d gotten from Iker.
“Okay, before we start. You need to stay hard, but don't come.”
Sergio nodded quietly as Fernando clicked on the first link. “I can ask questions?”
“Of course.”
“This is going to be like the check list, isn't it?”
“More fun than that,” Fernando nodded.
“Okay,” Sergio nodded back and let the heel of his hand start to knead at his cock to keep it hard.
“We'll start easy and basic. With some leather cuffs.”
“Oh, look at the gold ones.”
Fernando frowned and looked over at him. “You're not kidding, are you?”
“No, they're awesome. Oh look, purple. That's one of Real's colors. They have sparkles in them.” Sergio looked overexcited.
“You're getting black. I'm not getting you Real themed sex toys.”
“Why am I here for this then?”
“So your mind can wonder,” Fernando grinned.
“Why did you just click on that, Fernando? It says cock and ball torture. I didn't sign up for any kind of torture, never mind to my cock or my balls.”
Fernando laughed. “Cock rings, Sergio. Trust me, you'll need one.”
“Torture,” Sergio repeated and pointed to the word. “What does it even do?”
“Holds back your orgasm. Well, you can orgasm, you just can't ejaculate.”
“Sounds sexy.”
Fernando laughed more and leaned over pushing him with his shoulder. “Be good.”
“Hey you skipped...”
“What?”
He looked at the screen and noticed the only other category that he didn't click on in the row was collars. Fernando knew Sergio wanted one, he just didn't know why. To him, a collar was more solid, something that bonded them. It wasn't a piece of jewelery or something just to have. It was something that said Sergio Ramos is mine, and Sergio didn't want to be owned.
“Nothing. No big deal. Let’s get some nipple clamps.”
Fernando couldn't help but let out another chuckle. “You're on a roll tonight, Sergio.”
“Kind of tired so stuff isn't getting filtered.”
“Oh.” He paused and then wrapped an arm around Sergio, pulling the other man over to lean against him. “We're almost done.”
“Spreader bar?”
“It's fun.” Fernando pointed to the picture. “With some other bondage. You'll love it.”
“You have plans, don't you?”
Fernando gave him a soft, devilish smile. “I do. Oh, look. This is what we'll really need,” Fernando clicked on the category that said whips and paddles.
“Hey. I'm good.”
“Right. Okay.”
It wasn't hard to ignore the little scoffing noise Sergio made, but he shut right up when the page opened. Fernando didn't give him a chance to comment. He quickly clicked on the few items he already knew he wanted. A basic crop, a leather flogger, a multi-strand wood cane, two different paddles, and one thong whip. He only left enough time for Sergio to take in the items but not fully process them. Most were to get Sergio's mind working and that slight sense of panic to rise in the back of his mind. There really wouldn't be a need for a whip or a cane anytime soon, but it was nice to plant the seed anyway.
Fernando let his eyes wander down to the other man's crotch, happy to see Sergio still hard and not touching himself. “Good boy.” He couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth and quickly covered them. “Here’s the fun part.”
“Mmm,” Sergio nodded, eyes glued to the screen.
“Have you ever used any kind of dildo or anal toy?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“I'm not going to lie about something like that, Fernando.”
He nodded in response and clicked on a starter kit of plugs in various sizes. “They'll look huge when we get them, but you'll love it. Walking around with one in when you go shopping. The press taking pictures even though they have no idea.” Fernando let the idea hang for a second before moving on. “Oh and these. You'll love a vibrator on low on your balls.” Fernando turned his head and hummed against Sergio's cheek.
“I believe you.”
“Good, but I'll show you anyway. I'm going to make you feel so much.”
He watched Sergio smile. “You already do.”
Fernando blushed. He felt it, and he couldn't hide it. Blushing was the last thing he should be doing. That wasn't something strong dominates did. They didn't blush, and they didn't fall for people they weren't supposed to fall for. He quickly clicked a few more items and totalled everything up before buying it.
“There. We're good for the summer,” Fernando nodded. “Go put my computer away. When you come back, I want your lips around my cock.”
Sergio scrambled, there was no other word for it. Fernando hardly had the time to open up his pants before Sergio was back on the bed, leaning over his crotch. He let out a low moan as the lips settled around his cock, and it easily slipped down the other man’s throat. The action was repeated in long fluid motions till Fernando had a fist full of Sergio's hair, forcing him to work faster.
“Fucking suck it, Sergio. Don't tease me.”
There was a grunt in reply and then a knock on the door that caused Sergio to pull back and jump. “Should I answer it?”
“Don't move. Keep sucking.”
Finally the knocking stopped, and Fernando took a few more seconds to enjoy Sergio's mouth. He'd get to feel it as much as he wanted in the future, but it was so good now. It took more effort than he'd want to admit to force himself to say the words to make Sergio stop.
“Ride me. I want to see you prepare yourself first though. Use your fingers. Show me what feels good.”
Sergio groaned and gave one last lap over the head of Fernando's cock. He looked up almost shyly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Here,” Fernando blinked to cover up his shock and shoved a bottle of lube at Sergio. He hadn't said they were playing. He hadn't said that he needed to be Sir. Still, Sergio either wanted it or he thought Fernando did. Either was good enough.
Sergio looked at him for a second, and Fernando blinked slowly before moving his hand and shifting his body more. He didn't want to be in the way for this; he just wanted to watch. That led him to getting off the bed and dragging a stray chair to the side so he could sit and see everything he wanted to see. “On all fours.”
Sergio obeyed and dropped his shoulders down spreading his legs. Fernando couldn't see the finger slip in or Sergio's face, but he heard the exhale of the other man's breath. “Turn your head. I want to see your face.”
When Sergio's face came to view Fernando took a deep breath of his own. His eyes darted between the other man's face and how diligently Sergio's fingers were working. Now there were two sliding and twisting. “Tell me when you're ready for it, Sergio. Beg for my cock.”
He's forced to watch for a few more moments and almost got up to force the issue when a third finger was added. It was too much. Sergio's ass was still a light red from the night before, and his fingers were moving too well. He was ready, he was opened enough, and he just wasn't saying anything. When Fernando had just stood up, he’d heard a groan from Sergio that sounded almost like a please. “I need to hear you, Sergio. Don't stop moving your fingers.” He moved closer to Sergio's face. “Tell me.”
“I need you.”
“Me?”
“Your cock. I want your cock,” Sergio groaned, and Fernando didn't know if the first statement was a mental slip or if Sergio just couldn't think straight anymore.
“You do?” He couldn't think about it, so he knelt on the bed and pressed the head of his cock to Sergio's lips. “Like this?”
“In me.” It was a whine, but his tongue darted out regardless. “I want your cock in me. I want to ride you. I want to feel you in me. Please, Sir. Please.”
The Sir hit him again, and Fernando settled back against the head board. “Well? Get on.”
He tried his best to keep his hands off of Sergio's body as the other man straddled his waist. It was harder than it seemed like it should be. All he wanted was some contact. When Fernando gave up and reached out, Sergio smiled slightly and turned around to face away from him. Fernando watched intently as Sergio fumbled with his cock before finally being able to sink down onto him.
It was amazing. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock slipping between Sergio's cheeks as the other man worked himself. From this position, he noticed how light the shade of red was on Sergio's ass. It had faded too quickly. He'd have to do something about that before they left, color them darker, give Sergio something he could really remember. Fernando moaned loudly. He just couldn't take it.
“Fuck it.” Before either knew what was really happening, Fernando had Sergio pressed against the bed and was pounding into him.
Without caring, he put a hand on Sergio's back and used it to hold the other man down and give himself the proper leverage to really work his hips. Fernando let the small moans and dirty words flow from his mouth. He was completely lost in the sensations of Sergio clenching around him, and how his body was shifting around. Fernando knew he was being rough, but that's what this was about. He could let go with Sergio. He didn't have to worry that the things that he wanted weren't okay. They were okay, and Sergio wanted them too.
Fernando leaned over and let his teeth sink into the back of Sergio's neck where it started to curve into his shoulder. He just wanted a mark, but couldn't help it when he bit down much harder as he came. When he pulled off, there was blood. He watched the blood bead before he licked over the mark. It was then that he realized he still had to take care of Sergio's erection.
“Turn over.” Fernando moved off of him and watched intently as Sergio turned over. There was a wet spot on the comforter, and the other man had a sedated look on his face. “You came,” Fernando stated and smacked Sergio's thigh, making him twitch and jump.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn back over. In that mess you made.” He frowned. “You come when I let you. This is why I got those cock rings. You can't control yourself.” Secretly, he was pleased that Sergio had managed to come just from rubbing against the comforter combined with everything Fernando was doing to him. “Unless you really like licking your come off dirty hotel blankets. If you do, I'll take one home for you because you won't be making this kind of mess on my bed or anywhere else in my house this summer.”
He stopped himself for a second and, without another thought, let his bare hand come down on Sergio's ass. It was obvious that the other man was still sensitive from the day before, but that didn't stop him. Fernando spanked him till Sergio's hips were shifting around the bed trying to get away from the blows. He didn't stop till his hand started to hurt too much to go on. He really needed those paddles.
“Clean it up, and then get that blanket off the bed. After you're done, lay face down again.”
Fernando stood without another word and made his way to the bathroom. He grabbed a face cloth and wet it with warm water before grabbing two band aids. By the time he got back into the area where his bed was, the comforter was folded neatly on the floor and Sergio was sprawled out over the bed. Fernando smiled softly and crawled over his body. He gave his back a soft kiss before cleaning up the bite mark and putting the band aids over the still tender parts.
“You were so good. Such a good boy.”
“I came.”
Fernando gave his neck a kiss. “We’ll work on that.”
“I was good?”
“Yeah.” Fernando moved and finished cleaning up Sergio. This time, he skipped putting anything onto Sergio’s ass.
“Thanks.”
A light laugh escaped him at the thank you. “So far you're perfect, Sergio.”
“I'll stay that way. I promise.”
“I'm not worried about it.” Fernando settled down next to him and let his hand cup Sergio's ass. “I like it when you're a little naughty. I think you do too” He gave the cheek a little squeeze and got a gasp in response.
“I do.”
Author: Amber
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas, Cesc Fabregas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
A/N: Comes after Maybe I do Care It's kind of a bit more into Fernando's brain. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU To liroa15 I'm very grateful to have her around.
Warning: It is a BDSM fic. Also the kind of fic where yay everyone is happy and likes sex with other boys and the smut is laced with plot. When they start doing more specific things I'll throw those in here.
Fernando smiled at Sergio as the other man stretched out his body. Practice was nearly over so a little bit of open gawking wasn't really going to hurt anything in the long run. Now he finally had the chance to just let all his thoughts go. All day his mind had kept going back to what had happened that morning. He’d woken up with the warm, constant pressure of Sergio's body pressed against his own. It wasn't exactly snuggling. He figured that the bed was just too small for two people used to sleeping alone. Still, he had shifted and let his hand start to rub and pinch at Sergio's ass until he woke with a yelp of pain and a frown plastered on his face. Fernando didn't care; it was worth that angry look.
“Fucking hell.”
“It's not that bad.”
“It's not your ass.”
“Tell me in a few months if this really hurt that bad. I'm sure you'll have a lot to compare it to.”
“Remind me and I will.”
He chuckled at the memory, not caring if he looked a little dazed or a bit like a crazy person. Fernando hadn't had a morning that good, that simple, or that easy in years. Though now, thinking back on it, he wasn't so sure if how gentle he’d been was appropriate or not. When he finally had Sergio pushing back against his hand, which had never stopped teasing, he crawled over him and pressed the other man down into the mattress. Fernando placed light kisses across his chest and up jaw till their lips met. The kissing stayed sweet and light as he spread Sergio's thighs so he could settle between them. He had used enough lube and prepped the other man well enough that he’d slid in without any resistance. Even if he shouldn't have been that gentle, and if he was really honest with himself that loving, with Sergio, he wasn't about to regret any of it. The noises that poured out of the other man would stay with him forever. He’d never heard anything that was so pornographic and serene at the same time.
No, Sergio wanted him for something harsher and that's what he had to focus on. It didn't matter how many times they woke up next to each other. He should have demanded a morning blow job and sent Sergio back to his own room. That would have been the right thing to do. Leave him hanging and wanting through practice and then tease him all night.
“You okay?”
“What?” Fernando looked over in time to see Iker settle on the grass next to him.
“Are you okay? You look like you're going to cry or murder someone. Last night didn't go well?”
“It went fine.”
“Did it?”
Fernando laughed. “Do you just want the details?”
“I might.” Iker sat back and looked at Sergio.
“Too bad. It's none of your business.” Fernando used the moment to tease Iker.
“I tell you everything. That's not fair.”
Fernando nodded but still paused. He didn't really want to tell Iker everything in detail. Even the moments that weren't all that sweet were his and Sergio's. They weren't Iker's, and now he wasn't sure if it was all supposed to feel so private. “I spanked him, then I fucked him, and this morning he bitched about it hurting.”
“Like I never want to do that again kind of hurt?”
“No. Like I'm a little girl, and I want to whine,” Fernando grinned.
Iker laughed at that. “Sorry, Fernando, I've never gotten that. If I did, they'd be right back over my knee.”
“Yeah, well you have people who know exactly what they want. He doesn't. I just have to guess and see what's too far.”
“I think you're more scared of it then he is.”
“What the fuck is with all the sage advice, Iker? Are you some kind of sex and relationship guru now?”
“It's a relationship?”
Fernando frowned, suddenly very flustered. “No. It's just the sex stuff. I don't have a relationship other than friendship with Sergio.” But he couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back to Sergio below him, jaw slack, moaning in pleasure.
“You love Ramos,” Iker teased.
“Are you guys talking about me?”
Iker grinned at Sergio. “About how much of a girl you are Ramos. Work on that pain tolerance, okay? Captain's orders.”
A little smirk formed over Fernando's lips as Sergio turned bright red. No one else knew what Iker was talking about, or could really stand a chance at guessing. Fernando hadn't told Sergio not to hide himself in the locker room, and the other man did manage to hide his ass well. Sadly, no one saw the faint red flush across his cheeks. He'd have to change that next call up. That would show Sergio what humiliation was really all about. Iker did it to Silva often enough, and Fernando knew it always lead to some kind of lecture later on from someone older who just didn't get it. If he told Sergio not to hide, everyone would just think he’d been added to the captain's list of boys to play with. It could be fun.
“We're done.”
“What?”
“You can go back to your room now and act out whatever was in your head,” Iker laughed.
“It had nothing to do with my room.” Fernando grinned at him and popped up from his sitting position. “Go do something fun, Iker.”
“My plans don't involve you busting in to borrow something for Sergio though. You got lucky last night.”
“Right sure,” Fernando nodded. “You'll always open the door for me.”
“Only if you want to play.”
“Not with you,” Fernando pushed at him. “Though I think next call up I'll be stealing Silva for a night. Sergio was too interested.”
“Really?” Iker grinned wildly. “I can't even watch?”
“You're turning out to be a dirty old man, Iker.”
“I know,” Iker gave him a shove back before he jogged over to where David Silva was standing.
Fernando didn't miss Cesc's eyes following Iker's body. That wasn't his problem though. Right now, he had to figure out a way to get Sergio back to his room without the rest of the team thinking it was some kind of party invitation. He was not Pepe. He didn't want a group of men trashing his room. He wanted to finish what they should have done the night before. That only involved a computer, himself, and Sergio, not half the team.
“Fer...”
Fernando looked up trying not to seem dazed. “Oh, hey.”
“Do you want me to um... go to my room or um... you know, back to your room?”
“Go shower and change. Then go back to mine,” Fernando nodded. That was easier than he thought it was going to be. “Hey, Sergio? I don't want half the team there. So if you have to lie and say you're going to take a nap or something, I won't be mad.”
“Okay.” Sergio nodded and jogged off again. Fernando watched as he threw an arm around Xavi and said something that made the other man laugh loudly.
“Fernando!”
“I don't want to hang out, Cesc.” He held up his hand and shook his head no.
“Okay. Not my question.”
Fernando stopped walking. After the looks he’d just seen Cesc shooting at Iker, this was bound to be good. “Yeah?”
“What's up with Iker and Silva?”
“You know how Iker is. They're just fooling around.”
“So it's not serious?”
“Iker doesn't get serious really,” Fernando shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Oh. So they just do that whole kinky sex thing?”
“Pretty much. David isn't looking for everlasting love with him, but I don't think Iker wants to give him up. He's a good sub,” Fernando shrugged again and nodded over to the two men in question.
“Right...” Cesc trailed off.
“Why do you care?”
“I don't.” The younger man shook his head and started to walk off without saying a goodbye.
“Just talk to him, Cesc,” Fernando called out before moving over to Iker. It wasn't his business, but he could still cause some trouble now that he’d figured out how to get Sergio to his room. “Fabregas wants you,” he whispered to Iker with a smile before he jogged off again.
After he rushed back to his room so Sergio wouldn't get there first, Fernando ended up waiting an hour for the other man to show up. He sat on his bed and mindlessly flicked trough the foreign television stations, stopping when he thought he could understand something. Sergio didn't need to spend all that time preening. All it did was end up wasting Fernando's time, so he didn't even look up from the television when he heard his door open.
He changed the station again still not looking up. “Take off your clothes, and come sit next to me. I didn't like waiting a full hour for you.”
“Iker stopped me.”
Fernando looked up and smiled when Sergio's shirt got stuck on his ear. When he did manage to pull it off, his still damp hair tangled. “He did?”
“Cesc wants him?” Sergio laughed. “You know he has a massive hard on for Cesc right? You can't just do that to the guy. I'm shocked he doesn't have a picture of the kid next to his bed that he kisses nightly.”
“He's a year younger than you, and I'm not messing around with Iker's head. Cesc came up and asked me what was going on with him and Silva,” Fernando shrugged and watched as the rest of Sergio's clothes came off. It was hard to fake disinterest in moments like that.
“Didn't think Cesc gave a shit about him.”
“I don't know if Cesc could give Iker what he needs though,” Fernando shrugged again and shifted so Sergio could settle next to him. “He asked if they did 'that kinky stuff'.”
Sergio chuckled and eyed Fernando. “What were you saying about me earlier?”
“None of your business. Now get yourself hard.”
“Okay.” Sergio leaned over and kissed his neck.
“Without touching me.”
Fernando got off the bed and went to his bags to pull out his laptop. He did his best to ignore the small noises coming from the bed. “Don't come. You don't come till I tell you to.”
“Oh... okay.”
By the time he turned around, Sergio was spread out with his hands grabbing onto the comforter. It was an obvious, and bad, attempt at self-control. “You have to have more self-control than that.”
“You get hard and tell me you don't want to come.”
Fernando raised his eyebrows. “Talk to me like that again and I'll make sure nothing but your pants comes in contact with your dick for the next month. We're not formal right now, but you don't have to be a brat all the time.”
Sergio sunk down into the blankets like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, Fernando.”
“No sorries, just try to watch your mouth when you know you should. Now, I'm in Madrid all summer except for a few things I have to do sponsorship wise, and we can't always borrow Iker's toys. So we're going to do some toy shopping.”
“You're going to be in Madrid all summer?”
“Yeah,” Fernando nodded. “I am.”
“With me?”
His stomach flipped. “With you if you want. But the shopping.”
He didn't want to think about it, he couldn't get his hopes up. Sergio just wanted someone to fulfill some of his kinkier sexual needs. He didn't want a boyfriend or someone to lay around with all summer. All he wanted was a master, and Fernando could do that. He squinted and opened up a site he’d gotten from Iker.
“Okay, before we start. You need to stay hard, but don't come.”
Sergio nodded quietly as Fernando clicked on the first link. “I can ask questions?”
“Of course.”
“This is going to be like the check list, isn't it?”
“More fun than that,” Fernando nodded.
“Okay,” Sergio nodded back and let the heel of his hand start to knead at his cock to keep it hard.
“We'll start easy and basic. With some leather cuffs.”
“Oh, look at the gold ones.”
Fernando frowned and looked over at him. “You're not kidding, are you?”
“No, they're awesome. Oh look, purple. That's one of Real's colors. They have sparkles in them.” Sergio looked overexcited.
“You're getting black. I'm not getting you Real themed sex toys.”
“Why am I here for this then?”
“So your mind can wonder,” Fernando grinned.
“Why did you just click on that, Fernando? It says cock and ball torture. I didn't sign up for any kind of torture, never mind to my cock or my balls.”
Fernando laughed. “Cock rings, Sergio. Trust me, you'll need one.”
“Torture,” Sergio repeated and pointed to the word. “What does it even do?”
“Holds back your orgasm. Well, you can orgasm, you just can't ejaculate.”
“Sounds sexy.”
Fernando laughed more and leaned over pushing him with his shoulder. “Be good.”
“Hey you skipped...”
“What?”
He looked at the screen and noticed the only other category that he didn't click on in the row was collars. Fernando knew Sergio wanted one, he just didn't know why. To him, a collar was more solid, something that bonded them. It wasn't a piece of jewelery or something just to have. It was something that said Sergio Ramos is mine, and Sergio didn't want to be owned.
“Nothing. No big deal. Let’s get some nipple clamps.”
Fernando couldn't help but let out another chuckle. “You're on a roll tonight, Sergio.”
“Kind of tired so stuff isn't getting filtered.”
“Oh.” He paused and then wrapped an arm around Sergio, pulling the other man over to lean against him. “We're almost done.”
“Spreader bar?”
“It's fun.” Fernando pointed to the picture. “With some other bondage. You'll love it.”
“You have plans, don't you?”
Fernando gave him a soft, devilish smile. “I do. Oh, look. This is what we'll really need,” Fernando clicked on the category that said whips and paddles.
“Hey. I'm good.”
“Right. Okay.”
It wasn't hard to ignore the little scoffing noise Sergio made, but he shut right up when the page opened. Fernando didn't give him a chance to comment. He quickly clicked on the few items he already knew he wanted. A basic crop, a leather flogger, a multi-strand wood cane, two different paddles, and one thong whip. He only left enough time for Sergio to take in the items but not fully process them. Most were to get Sergio's mind working and that slight sense of panic to rise in the back of his mind. There really wouldn't be a need for a whip or a cane anytime soon, but it was nice to plant the seed anyway.
Fernando let his eyes wander down to the other man's crotch, happy to see Sergio still hard and not touching himself. “Good boy.” He couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth and quickly covered them. “Here’s the fun part.”
“Mmm,” Sergio nodded, eyes glued to the screen.
“Have you ever used any kind of dildo or anal toy?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“I'm not going to lie about something like that, Fernando.”
He nodded in response and clicked on a starter kit of plugs in various sizes. “They'll look huge when we get them, but you'll love it. Walking around with one in when you go shopping. The press taking pictures even though they have no idea.” Fernando let the idea hang for a second before moving on. “Oh and these. You'll love a vibrator on low on your balls.” Fernando turned his head and hummed against Sergio's cheek.
“I believe you.”
“Good, but I'll show you anyway. I'm going to make you feel so much.”
He watched Sergio smile. “You already do.”
Fernando blushed. He felt it, and he couldn't hide it. Blushing was the last thing he should be doing. That wasn't something strong dominates did. They didn't blush, and they didn't fall for people they weren't supposed to fall for. He quickly clicked a few more items and totalled everything up before buying it.
“There. We're good for the summer,” Fernando nodded. “Go put my computer away. When you come back, I want your lips around my cock.”
Sergio scrambled, there was no other word for it. Fernando hardly had the time to open up his pants before Sergio was back on the bed, leaning over his crotch. He let out a low moan as the lips settled around his cock, and it easily slipped down the other man’s throat. The action was repeated in long fluid motions till Fernando had a fist full of Sergio's hair, forcing him to work faster.
“Fucking suck it, Sergio. Don't tease me.”
There was a grunt in reply and then a knock on the door that caused Sergio to pull back and jump. “Should I answer it?”
“Don't move. Keep sucking.”
Finally the knocking stopped, and Fernando took a few more seconds to enjoy Sergio's mouth. He'd get to feel it as much as he wanted in the future, but it was so good now. It took more effort than he'd want to admit to force himself to say the words to make Sergio stop.
“Ride me. I want to see you prepare yourself first though. Use your fingers. Show me what feels good.”
Sergio groaned and gave one last lap over the head of Fernando's cock. He looked up almost shyly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Here,” Fernando blinked to cover up his shock and shoved a bottle of lube at Sergio. He hadn't said they were playing. He hadn't said that he needed to be Sir. Still, Sergio either wanted it or he thought Fernando did. Either was good enough.
Sergio looked at him for a second, and Fernando blinked slowly before moving his hand and shifting his body more. He didn't want to be in the way for this; he just wanted to watch. That led him to getting off the bed and dragging a stray chair to the side so he could sit and see everything he wanted to see. “On all fours.”
Sergio obeyed and dropped his shoulders down spreading his legs. Fernando couldn't see the finger slip in or Sergio's face, but he heard the exhale of the other man's breath. “Turn your head. I want to see your face.”
When Sergio's face came to view Fernando took a deep breath of his own. His eyes darted between the other man's face and how diligently Sergio's fingers were working. Now there were two sliding and twisting. “Tell me when you're ready for it, Sergio. Beg for my cock.”
He's forced to watch for a few more moments and almost got up to force the issue when a third finger was added. It was too much. Sergio's ass was still a light red from the night before, and his fingers were moving too well. He was ready, he was opened enough, and he just wasn't saying anything. When Fernando had just stood up, he’d heard a groan from Sergio that sounded almost like a please. “I need to hear you, Sergio. Don't stop moving your fingers.” He moved closer to Sergio's face. “Tell me.”
“I need you.”
“Me?”
“Your cock. I want your cock,” Sergio groaned, and Fernando didn't know if the first statement was a mental slip or if Sergio just couldn't think straight anymore.
“You do?” He couldn't think about it, so he knelt on the bed and pressed the head of his cock to Sergio's lips. “Like this?”
“In me.” It was a whine, but his tongue darted out regardless. “I want your cock in me. I want to ride you. I want to feel you in me. Please, Sir. Please.”
The Sir hit him again, and Fernando settled back against the head board. “Well? Get on.”
He tried his best to keep his hands off of Sergio's body as the other man straddled his waist. It was harder than it seemed like it should be. All he wanted was some contact. When Fernando gave up and reached out, Sergio smiled slightly and turned around to face away from him. Fernando watched intently as Sergio fumbled with his cock before finally being able to sink down onto him.
It was amazing. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock slipping between Sergio's cheeks as the other man worked himself. From this position, he noticed how light the shade of red was on Sergio's ass. It had faded too quickly. He'd have to do something about that before they left, color them darker, give Sergio something he could really remember. Fernando moaned loudly. He just couldn't take it.
“Fuck it.” Before either knew what was really happening, Fernando had Sergio pressed against the bed and was pounding into him.
Without caring, he put a hand on Sergio's back and used it to hold the other man down and give himself the proper leverage to really work his hips. Fernando let the small moans and dirty words flow from his mouth. He was completely lost in the sensations of Sergio clenching around him, and how his body was shifting around. Fernando knew he was being rough, but that's what this was about. He could let go with Sergio. He didn't have to worry that the things that he wanted weren't okay. They were okay, and Sergio wanted them too.
Fernando leaned over and let his teeth sink into the back of Sergio's neck where it started to curve into his shoulder. He just wanted a mark, but couldn't help it when he bit down much harder as he came. When he pulled off, there was blood. He watched the blood bead before he licked over the mark. It was then that he realized he still had to take care of Sergio's erection.
“Turn over.” Fernando moved off of him and watched intently as Sergio turned over. There was a wet spot on the comforter, and the other man had a sedated look on his face. “You came,” Fernando stated and smacked Sergio's thigh, making him twitch and jump.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn back over. In that mess you made.” He frowned. “You come when I let you. This is why I got those cock rings. You can't control yourself.” Secretly, he was pleased that Sergio had managed to come just from rubbing against the comforter combined with everything Fernando was doing to him. “Unless you really like licking your come off dirty hotel blankets. If you do, I'll take one home for you because you won't be making this kind of mess on my bed or anywhere else in my house this summer.”
He stopped himself for a second and, without another thought, let his bare hand come down on Sergio's ass. It was obvious that the other man was still sensitive from the day before, but that didn't stop him. Fernando spanked him till Sergio's hips were shifting around the bed trying to get away from the blows. He didn't stop till his hand started to hurt too much to go on. He really needed those paddles.
“Clean it up, and then get that blanket off the bed. After you're done, lay face down again.”
Fernando stood without another word and made his way to the bathroom. He grabbed a face cloth and wet it with warm water before grabbing two band aids. By the time he got back into the area where his bed was, the comforter was folded neatly on the floor and Sergio was sprawled out over the bed. Fernando smiled softly and crawled over his body. He gave his back a soft kiss before cleaning up the bite mark and putting the band aids over the still tender parts.
“You were so good. Such a good boy.”
“I came.”
Fernando gave his neck a kiss. “We’ll work on that.”
“I was good?”
“Yeah.” Fernando moved and finished cleaning up Sergio. This time, he skipped putting anything onto Sergio’s ass.
“Thanks.”
A light laugh escaped him at the thank you. “So far you're perfect, Sergio.”
“I'll stay that way. I promise.”
“I'm not worried about it.” Fernando settled down next to him and let his hand cup Sergio's ass. “I like it when you're a little naughty. I think you do too” He gave the cheek a little squeeze and got a gasp in response.
“I do.”