"New House, Old Rules" Part 2
Title: "New House, Old Rules" Part 2
Characters: Alberto Contador, Andy Schleck
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Unreal, untrue, all made up for fun and no other profit.
Warnings: smut
Summary: The new house needs to be put to nefariousgood use, yes? Andy seems to think so and he goes out of his way to make it happen.
I kind of cheated with this fic because the smut muse was... unruly.
Previous parts of the renewed Andy/Alberto saga are:
Words Don't Bridge the Gap
What's Really Important
Andy Baby
The Proposal
Me, Myself and I
Eavesdropping Will Get You Nowhere
I'm sorry
New House, Old Rules Part 1
For more fic that is relevant to this saga, go here
Alberto was in the middle of nowhere, driving toward the new house and trying to not get lost. The GPS helped… somewhat, but the droning voice annoyed him and not knowing why he was heading toward the new house annoyed Alberto even more. He would have made the trip just fine by daylight, but everything looked so different in the dark.
He took a deep breath and armed himself with patience. For some reason, Andy had called and said that he was at the house, where Alberto was also supposed to be as soon as possible. But before that, Andy had been gone for the better part of the day. Alberto had called him around dinner-time and Andy had excused himself, claiming he was caught up in something and could not make it. Alberto suspected that the ‘something’ was dinner at Frank’s place, where Alberto wasn’t too welcome and Andy knew it. Annoyed, Alberto had ordered something and ate alone, watching a crappy TV show he barely understood a word of. Shortly after he’d taken Andy’s dog out, Alberto got another call. It was Andy again, calling from the new house and asking Alberto to meet him there. He hadn’t sounded alarmed and he’d assured Alberto that nothing bad had happened to the house. Just… Alberto had to be there as well.
Andy wasn’t good at keeping secrets (or at least Alberto had believed this until he’d seen for himself how well Andy could keep professional secrets) and Alberto might have gotten him to say what he was up to. Because Andy was up to something. Something that involved the new house and Alberto being there. Hmm… Some kind of surprise awaited Alberto and he hoped it was a good surprise. But he told himself to remain cautious and to respond with moderation if Andy had done something crazy without telling him about it first.
When he reached his destination, Alberto didn’t see any lights on in the house, nor was Andy’s car in the drive-way. Perhaps he’d parked it in the garage. Because he didn’t have the patience to do that, Alberto pulled his rental off the road, jumped out and tried the door. He found it locked and Alberto shook his head at himself when he tried to use his home key to open it. The key to his house in Spain , the one he was moving out of soon and…
Alberto shook his head some more and used the right key to open the front door. He stepped inside and peered into the house, finding it just as dark on the inside as it had appeared from the outside. Wait, no… there was some light coming from the livingroom, but it was faint. Alberto sniffed and caught the scent of wood burning. Was Andy using the fireplace? The nights had gotten colder, yes, and the big house had nothing in it in the way of warmth, but still…
“Andy? Hey, where are you?” Alberto called out.
“In here!” Andy shouted from the livingroom, but he didn’t come out to greet him.
“What’s going on? Is something on fire?”
Andy laughed but made no other reply.
“This had better be good, because… oh,” Alberto faltered in mid-sentence when he got to the livingroom. He stopped in the door-frame and his eyes widened. “Ooooh…”
There were flames flickering in the fireplace indeed, but one open window countered the excess heat. Andy had lit candles everywhere, on the window-sills and on the floor. On the side of the room that opposed the fire, Alberto saw an enormous bed covered in dark-colored sheets. Beside it, a small table with yet more candles also held an ice-bucket with the neck of a champagne bottle sticking out of it. And two glasses.
Then, there was Andy. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed, but rose when he saw Alberto. Andy was wearing a black, partly unbuttoned shirt and matching pants. The dark color and the flickering light made him appear taller, mysterious and seductive, in spite of Andy’s warm smile and the excitement in his eyes.
“Welcome home,” he said. He was also itching to pick up his phone and immortalize Alberto’s wide-eyed, open-mouthed look. Instead, Andy tried his best to commit every happy detail to memory.
“Andy… wow,” Alberto whispered breathlessly. His knees threatened to buckle, but they held long enough to carry Alberto two steps forward and into Andy’s arms. He made a happy noise and held Andy so tight that the poor guy squeaked in protest. But even after that, Alberto did not let Andy catch his breath. He cupped Andy’s cheeks and gave him a big kiss.
“You like?” Andy managed to ask a good while later. He was all smiley and kissed and ruffled and Alberto smooched him again, in reply.
“You’re amazing! This is… aaah, Andy!”
Alberto stepped back a little, just enough to look around, but he did not release Andy from the circle of his arms. He meant to keep that amazing man close to him permanently.
“This is what you’ve been doing all afternoon?”
“Mmmhmm,” Andy nodded, smiling proudly.
“For me?” Alberto bit his lip, looking very cute as he asked the obvious.
Andy nodded and pulled Alberto closer, brushing his fingers over Alberto’s cheek.
“I wanted to give you a warm welcome in our new home. Aaaah, I love the sound of that. Our new home. I love this place…”
“And I love you.”
Andy would have responded in like manner, if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise engaged. But then, there were other ways to communicate love and most of them didn’t require any words.
“Remember the last time we had candles and wood burning in the fireplace? It was winter and freezing and the power went out,” Andy recalled with a fond smile. “I didn’t want to wait until that happens again to have a nice setting like this.”
“Awww, Andy… Have I told you how wonderful and amazing you are and how romantic and how much I love you?”
“Hehe… I’ll never get tired of hearing that, so you can keep saying it.”
“I will. You deserve it. And this bed is amazing, too,” Alberto stepped forward and brushed his hand over the smooth sheets. “When did you…?”
“I ordered it a few days ago. Secretly and please don’t be mad that I didn’t check with you first.”
“Mad? Are you kidding? How could I possibly ever be mad at you again?” Alberto sat down and smiled lovingly.
“Please remember you said this. I know I will… Champagne?” Andy went to the other side of the bed and took out the bottle.
“Yes, please.”
While Andy struggled with the bottle and tried to not break anything as the cork flew, Alberto looked around him, smiling softly and feeling all the love in the world for Andy. And a little bit of guilt for becoming annoyed with him when Andy had been busy making such wonderful arrangements for him.
“Here you go,” Andy presented him with a glass and sat down beside him. “To us and our new home,” he raised his glass.
“To you,” Alberto added and they toasted.
The champagne tasted good, but Alberto observed how much better it was after he kissed Andy. That made Andy smile and have another sip, welcoming Alberto to have a taste again.
“Mmm, Andy… Candles, champagne, this big bed and you even got black sheets for it… Plus, look at you all handsome and sexy. If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Trying?” Andy pouted. “I thought I was there already. Heh, playing hard to get…”
Alberto chuckled and then he was distracted. Andy had spilled some champagne on his hand when he’d opened the bottle and the stickiness reminded him. There was nothing to clean himself with, so he went the catty way about it and licked it off his fingers. He didn’t even know how provocative that was until he caught Alberto staring.
“What?”
“Definitely trying to seduce me…,” Alberto fanned himself and took a hearty sip of champagne.
Andy grinned and pulled him closer, for a long and very seductive kiss.
“Aaah, I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist,” Alberto sighed wistfully.
“Why would you want to resist?” Andy pouted some more.
“Well, you see.. I was thinking that maybe we should save the sex until after we’re married,” Alberto decided to tease Andy just a bit, although it wasn’t fair, not after all the work Andy had done and how adorably romantic he was.
“You mean… sex in this house?” Andy sat back and his face fell.
Alberto bit the inside of his lip and said nothing.
“No sex at all?!” Andy whined incredulously and his face crumbled. He hoped Alberto was just pulling his leg but he also didn’t put it past him. Sometimes, Alberto could be that crazy.
“Um… no. No, Andy, come on, I’m just kidding!”
“Hey! Evil.”
“Just teasing you.”
“Not funny,” Andy wrinkled his nose and swatted Alberto playfully.
“I see that.”
“Never joke about no sex, OK?”
“OK,” Alberto laughed and nudged Andy in reply. “I get it, sex is one of two things that I should never keep from you.”
“Two things?”
“Sex and cookies.”
Andy threw his head back and laughed, offering Alberto a very pretty view.
“Do you have cookies?” Andy asked him.
“Not that I know of…”
“Then you’re giving me sex.”
It was Alberto’s turn to laugh.
“I hope that was a yes,” Andy cocked his head and his eyes narrowed.
“When have I ever said no to you?”
Andy’s eyes narrowed even more.
“In recent history, I mean” Alberto added.
“In that case…,” Andy sat up and took Alberto’s empty glass. “Refill?”
“After we’ve had mind-blowing sex, thank you.”
That made Andy chuckle as he set the glasses back on the table. Alberto followed him with his eyes and kicked off his shoes in the mean time. He watched Andy coming back and stopping before him.
“Hey, you…,” Andy smiled and caressed the sides of Alberto’s face.
“Hey… there’s something I haven’t said yet, Andy.”
“Mmm?”
“I haven’t thanked you for this. So… thank you. For everything, but for tonight especially. Thank you,” Alberto put his arms around Andy’s waist and hugged him, burying his face in Andy’s shirt.
“You’re welcome,” Andy combed his fingers through Alberto’s hair and squeezed his shoulders in a gentle massage. “You’re also welcome to thank me some more,” he added in an insinuating voice.
Alberto muffled his laughter against Andy, tickling him. He unbuttoned Andy’s shirt and ran his fingers over Andy’s skin, tickling him even more. Andy tried to squirm away when Alberto added his mouth to the ticklish torture, but he was held in place and truthfully, he didn’t want to get away altogether that much.
Alberto kissed his way up Andy’s chest, climbing on the bed and kneeling on it. Andy moaned softly and rubbed the back of Alberto’s head, encouraging him to keep up the pleasing work. Alberto obliged, moving his lips over Andy’s collar-bone, ghosting over the skin and breathing hotly on it. Andy shivered and tilted his head, tossing his shirt away when Alberto pushed it down his arms.
“Mmm,” Andy exhaled, taking hold of Alberto’s hips and leaning into him. He murmured something in blissful approval when Alberto grazed the tender skin just beneath his ear and then soothed that spot extensively.
“How do you want me?” the Spaniard breathed his question on Andy’s lips a few moments and a few kisses later.
“Every way there is,” Andy whispered hotly, making a low sound in the back of his throat when Alberto nipped his lip. It prompted Alberto to do that again and then Andy him hungrily.
Alberto moved back on the bed, pulling Andy after him. They stopped kissing for the few seconds it took Andy to yank Alberto’s shirt off. Then it was hands everywhere and fierce kissing. Alberto lowered himself on the pillows, sighing when the cool sheets touched his skin. He spread his legs and drew Andy atop him, raising his hips and barring his throat in offering. Andy took a shuddering breath and then nibbled all that exposed skin, his body responding to the way Alberto moved beneath him.
But when Alberto hooked his leg behind Andy’s knees and pressed Andy further into him, the younger man moaned in protest and stopped.
“Ah, Andy… what?” Alberto blinked.
“Nothing,” Andy paused to catch his breath. “It’s just…,” he propped himself on his arms and looked down at Alberto’s face. “Mmm, remember when you used to just grab me and you fucked me senseless without asking me how I wanted it first because you knew that I went crazy for you whichever way you gave it to me?” he spoke quickly.
Alberto groaned and grew harder between them. He licked his lips and grinned in response.
“I want you like that,” Andy asked him. “Please, just…”
Alberto lay perfectly still for a moment. He closed his eyes and let out a breathless moan. When he looked up at Andy again, it was all Andy could do to not explode in his pants on the spot. But release came for him a long and exquisitely torturous time later.
***
Most of the candles had petered out and Alberto groaned mentally when he thought about wax on the hardwood floor. Unlike Andy’s skin, the wood had probably sustained irreparable damage and they would need carpets to hide it.
Propped on one arm, Alberto used the other to drain the last of the champagne straight out of the bottle. He was thirsty, but too lazy to get out of bed and Andy’s thoughtfulness had only gone so far because he’d brought champagne and nothing else to drink.
At Alberto’s side, Andy lay on his back, a naked and messy picture of debauchery. He was almost asleep, but he could still feel Alberto’s eyes on him and that kept him awake. Barely.
Alberto grinned lazily and dragged the mouth of the champagne bottle over Andy’s chest. Andy hissed and squirmed when the glass moved over a patch of smarting skin where droplets of wax had left red spots behind. Alberto’s grin widened, but he leaned forward and blew cold air on the abused skin. Andy hissed some more and shivered.
“We need to shower,” Alberto observed.
“Mmm,” Andy turned his head away from the guy tormenting him.
“I’m not sleeping in this mess,” Alberto moved the bottle down Andy’s body, drawing slow circles on his squirming stomach.
“Fresh sheets in a box… in the car,” Andy whined. “Mercy, Alberto,” he pleaded.
“Hmm… I don’t think so,” Alberto lowered his head and flicked his tongue over Andy’s nipple. It elicited another hiss from Andy because he was so tender and beyond sensitive, but Alberto really had no mercy. Andy tossed his head from side to side, moaning and clutching Alberto’s shoulder.
“Evil,” he muttered, biting his lip when Alberto gave up on teasing him with the champagne bottle only to curl his fingers around Andy’s cock and stroke him back into hardness instead.
“You were asking for it,” Alberto murmured in a honeyed voice, his teeth briefly tugging Andy’s ear-lobe.
“Mmmmm, yesss,” Andy’s hips rose of their own accord when Alberto rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock. He did it over and over again, catching Andy’s nipple between his lips and sucking hard, until Andy thrashed about, moaning plaintively.
“Shower now?” Alberto gave him a little bit of pause.
“No…,” Andy groaned. He opened his eyes a fraction and peered up at Alberto, shivering when he saw the predatory look on Alberto’s face. The waning light cast shadows on Alberto’s face than made him a bit frightening, but it thrilled Andy even if he would never admit it. He did have enough fight left in him to make it just a little hard for Alberto, though. Andy used it to roll on his stomach and almost but not quite off the bed.
“Right,” Alberto chuckled. “Like that’s going to save you…”
Andy stuck his face in the pillow and chuckled. He moved his hips until he found a bearable position, but it became irrelevant when Alberto was upon him again, moving his hand over Andy’s buttocks and caressing him teasingly.
There were little bruises on Andy’s hips where Alberto’s fingers had dug for purchase and some teeth marks in a very tender place. Alberto contemplated adding one more bite but he did have some residual traces of mercy in him. He blew cold air on the small of Andy’s back instead and grinned as he watched Andy squirm.
“So much for you never saying no to sex…,” Alberto teased. He’d retrieved the empty bottle and was slipping the narrow end between Andy’s buttocks.
Andy tensed and turned his head to the side as much as he could. He glared at Alberto out of the corner on one eye, very much awake and unwilling to be fucked with a bottle.
“Do you have cookies?” he muttered.
“Do I… what?” Alberto thought he hadn’t heard right. “No, I don’t have cookies,” he laughed throatily.
“Then lose the bottle and fuck me,” Andy growled.
“You’re going to have to ask nicer than that,” Alberto replied. He did lose the bottle, letting it slip to the floor and roll away. But he replaced it with his hand, making Andy moan in appreciation. He was so slick and ready and when Alberto’s fingers skimmed the area just beneath his sac, Andy reconsidered asking nicely.
Above him, Alberto bit his own lip against the exhilarated laughter that wanted out. Andy was pleading to be his over and over again, in their sinfully huge bed, in their new house. New house but old rules and Andy was begging for them to be reinforced. Alberto could live with that. Oh yes, he could definitely live with that.
Characters: Alberto Contador, Andy Schleck
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Unreal, untrue, all made up for fun and no other profit.
Warnings: smut
Summary: The new house needs to be put to nefariousgood use, yes? Andy seems to think so and he goes out of his way to make it happen.
I kind of cheated with this fic because the smut muse was... unruly.
Previous parts of the renewed Andy/Alberto saga are:
Words Don't Bridge the Gap
What's Really Important
Andy Baby
The Proposal
Me, Myself and I
Eavesdropping Will Get You Nowhere
I'm sorry
New House, Old Rules Part 1
For more fic that is relevant to this saga, go here
Alberto was in the middle of nowhere, driving toward the new house and trying to not get lost. The GPS helped… somewhat, but the droning voice annoyed him and not knowing why he was heading toward the new house annoyed Alberto even more. He would have made the trip just fine by daylight, but everything looked so different in the dark.
He took a deep breath and armed himself with patience. For some reason, Andy had called and said that he was at the house, where Alberto was also supposed to be as soon as possible. But before that, Andy had been gone for the better part of the day. Alberto had called him around dinner-time and Andy had excused himself, claiming he was caught up in something and could not make it. Alberto suspected that the ‘something’ was dinner at Frank’s place, where Alberto wasn’t too welcome and Andy knew it. Annoyed, Alberto had ordered something and ate alone, watching a crappy TV show he barely understood a word of. Shortly after he’d taken Andy’s dog out, Alberto got another call. It was Andy again, calling from the new house and asking Alberto to meet him there. He hadn’t sounded alarmed and he’d assured Alberto that nothing bad had happened to the house. Just… Alberto had to be there as well.
Andy wasn’t good at keeping secrets (or at least Alberto had believed this until he’d seen for himself how well Andy could keep professional secrets) and Alberto might have gotten him to say what he was up to. Because Andy was up to something. Something that involved the new house and Alberto being there. Hmm… Some kind of surprise awaited Alberto and he hoped it was a good surprise. But he told himself to remain cautious and to respond with moderation if Andy had done something crazy without telling him about it first.
When he reached his destination, Alberto didn’t see any lights on in the house, nor was Andy’s car in the drive-way. Perhaps he’d parked it in the garage. Because he didn’t have the patience to do that, Alberto pulled his rental off the road, jumped out and tried the door. He found it locked and Alberto shook his head at himself when he tried to use his home key to open it. The key to his house in Spain , the one he was moving out of soon and…
Alberto shook his head some more and used the right key to open the front door. He stepped inside and peered into the house, finding it just as dark on the inside as it had appeared from the outside. Wait, no… there was some light coming from the livingroom, but it was faint. Alberto sniffed and caught the scent of wood burning. Was Andy using the fireplace? The nights had gotten colder, yes, and the big house had nothing in it in the way of warmth, but still…
“Andy? Hey, where are you?” Alberto called out.
“In here!” Andy shouted from the livingroom, but he didn’t come out to greet him.
“What’s going on? Is something on fire?”
Andy laughed but made no other reply.
“This had better be good, because… oh,” Alberto faltered in mid-sentence when he got to the livingroom. He stopped in the door-frame and his eyes widened. “Ooooh…”
There were flames flickering in the fireplace indeed, but one open window countered the excess heat. Andy had lit candles everywhere, on the window-sills and on the floor. On the side of the room that opposed the fire, Alberto saw an enormous bed covered in dark-colored sheets. Beside it, a small table with yet more candles also held an ice-bucket with the neck of a champagne bottle sticking out of it. And two glasses.
Then, there was Andy. He’d been sitting on the edge of the bed, but rose when he saw Alberto. Andy was wearing a black, partly unbuttoned shirt and matching pants. The dark color and the flickering light made him appear taller, mysterious and seductive, in spite of Andy’s warm smile and the excitement in his eyes.
“Welcome home,” he said. He was also itching to pick up his phone and immortalize Alberto’s wide-eyed, open-mouthed look. Instead, Andy tried his best to commit every happy detail to memory.
“Andy… wow,” Alberto whispered breathlessly. His knees threatened to buckle, but they held long enough to carry Alberto two steps forward and into Andy’s arms. He made a happy noise and held Andy so tight that the poor guy squeaked in protest. But even after that, Alberto did not let Andy catch his breath. He cupped Andy’s cheeks and gave him a big kiss.
“You like?” Andy managed to ask a good while later. He was all smiley and kissed and ruffled and Alberto smooched him again, in reply.
“You’re amazing! This is… aaah, Andy!”
Alberto stepped back a little, just enough to look around, but he did not release Andy from the circle of his arms. He meant to keep that amazing man close to him permanently.
“This is what you’ve been doing all afternoon?”
“Mmmhmm,” Andy nodded, smiling proudly.
“For me?” Alberto bit his lip, looking very cute as he asked the obvious.
Andy nodded and pulled Alberto closer, brushing his fingers over Alberto’s cheek.
“I wanted to give you a warm welcome in our new home. Aaaah, I love the sound of that. Our new home. I love this place…”
“And I love you.”
Andy would have responded in like manner, if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise engaged. But then, there were other ways to communicate love and most of them didn’t require any words.
“Remember the last time we had candles and wood burning in the fireplace? It was winter and freezing and the power went out,” Andy recalled with a fond smile. “I didn’t want to wait until that happens again to have a nice setting like this.”
“Awww, Andy… Have I told you how wonderful and amazing you are and how romantic and how much I love you?”
“Hehe… I’ll never get tired of hearing that, so you can keep saying it.”
“I will. You deserve it. And this bed is amazing, too,” Alberto stepped forward and brushed his hand over the smooth sheets. “When did you…?”
“I ordered it a few days ago. Secretly and please don’t be mad that I didn’t check with you first.”
“Mad? Are you kidding? How could I possibly ever be mad at you again?” Alberto sat down and smiled lovingly.
“Please remember you said this. I know I will… Champagne?” Andy went to the other side of the bed and took out the bottle.
“Yes, please.”
While Andy struggled with the bottle and tried to not break anything as the cork flew, Alberto looked around him, smiling softly and feeling all the love in the world for Andy. And a little bit of guilt for becoming annoyed with him when Andy had been busy making such wonderful arrangements for him.
“Here you go,” Andy presented him with a glass and sat down beside him. “To us and our new home,” he raised his glass.
“To you,” Alberto added and they toasted.
The champagne tasted good, but Alberto observed how much better it was after he kissed Andy. That made Andy smile and have another sip, welcoming Alberto to have a taste again.
“Mmm, Andy… Candles, champagne, this big bed and you even got black sheets for it… Plus, look at you all handsome and sexy. If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Trying?” Andy pouted. “I thought I was there already. Heh, playing hard to get…”
Alberto chuckled and then he was distracted. Andy had spilled some champagne on his hand when he’d opened the bottle and the stickiness reminded him. There was nothing to clean himself with, so he went the catty way about it and licked it off his fingers. He didn’t even know how provocative that was until he caught Alberto staring.
“What?”
“Definitely trying to seduce me…,” Alberto fanned himself and took a hearty sip of champagne.
Andy grinned and pulled him closer, for a long and very seductive kiss.
“Aaah, I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist,” Alberto sighed wistfully.
“Why would you want to resist?” Andy pouted some more.
“Well, you see.. I was thinking that maybe we should save the sex until after we’re married,” Alberto decided to tease Andy just a bit, although it wasn’t fair, not after all the work Andy had done and how adorably romantic he was.
“You mean… sex in this house?” Andy sat back and his face fell.
Alberto bit the inside of his lip and said nothing.
“No sex at all?!” Andy whined incredulously and his face crumbled. He hoped Alberto was just pulling his leg but he also didn’t put it past him. Sometimes, Alberto could be that crazy.
“Um… no. No, Andy, come on, I’m just kidding!”
“Hey! Evil.”
“Just teasing you.”
“Not funny,” Andy wrinkled his nose and swatted Alberto playfully.
“I see that.”
“Never joke about no sex, OK?”
“OK,” Alberto laughed and nudged Andy in reply. “I get it, sex is one of two things that I should never keep from you.”
“Two things?”
“Sex and cookies.”
Andy threw his head back and laughed, offering Alberto a very pretty view.
“Do you have cookies?” Andy asked him.
“Not that I know of…”
“Then you’re giving me sex.”
It was Alberto’s turn to laugh.
“I hope that was a yes,” Andy cocked his head and his eyes narrowed.
“When have I ever said no to you?”
Andy’s eyes narrowed even more.
“In recent history, I mean” Alberto added.
“In that case…,” Andy sat up and took Alberto’s empty glass. “Refill?”
“After we’ve had mind-blowing sex, thank you.”
That made Andy chuckle as he set the glasses back on the table. Alberto followed him with his eyes and kicked off his shoes in the mean time. He watched Andy coming back and stopping before him.
“Hey, you…,” Andy smiled and caressed the sides of Alberto’s face.
“Hey… there’s something I haven’t said yet, Andy.”
“Mmm?”
“I haven’t thanked you for this. So… thank you. For everything, but for tonight especially. Thank you,” Alberto put his arms around Andy’s waist and hugged him, burying his face in Andy’s shirt.
“You’re welcome,” Andy combed his fingers through Alberto’s hair and squeezed his shoulders in a gentle massage. “You’re also welcome to thank me some more,” he added in an insinuating voice.
Alberto muffled his laughter against Andy, tickling him. He unbuttoned Andy’s shirt and ran his fingers over Andy’s skin, tickling him even more. Andy tried to squirm away when Alberto added his mouth to the ticklish torture, but he was held in place and truthfully, he didn’t want to get away altogether that much.
Alberto kissed his way up Andy’s chest, climbing on the bed and kneeling on it. Andy moaned softly and rubbed the back of Alberto’s head, encouraging him to keep up the pleasing work. Alberto obliged, moving his lips over Andy’s collar-bone, ghosting over the skin and breathing hotly on it. Andy shivered and tilted his head, tossing his shirt away when Alberto pushed it down his arms.
“Mmm,” Andy exhaled, taking hold of Alberto’s hips and leaning into him. He murmured something in blissful approval when Alberto grazed the tender skin just beneath his ear and then soothed that spot extensively.
“How do you want me?” the Spaniard breathed his question on Andy’s lips a few moments and a few kisses later.
“Every way there is,” Andy whispered hotly, making a low sound in the back of his throat when Alberto nipped his lip. It prompted Alberto to do that again and then Andy him hungrily.
Alberto moved back on the bed, pulling Andy after him. They stopped kissing for the few seconds it took Andy to yank Alberto’s shirt off. Then it was hands everywhere and fierce kissing. Alberto lowered himself on the pillows, sighing when the cool sheets touched his skin. He spread his legs and drew Andy atop him, raising his hips and barring his throat in offering. Andy took a shuddering breath and then nibbled all that exposed skin, his body responding to the way Alberto moved beneath him.
But when Alberto hooked his leg behind Andy’s knees and pressed Andy further into him, the younger man moaned in protest and stopped.
“Ah, Andy… what?” Alberto blinked.
“Nothing,” Andy paused to catch his breath. “It’s just…,” he propped himself on his arms and looked down at Alberto’s face. “Mmm, remember when you used to just grab me and you fucked me senseless without asking me how I wanted it first because you knew that I went crazy for you whichever way you gave it to me?” he spoke quickly.
Alberto groaned and grew harder between them. He licked his lips and grinned in response.
“I want you like that,” Andy asked him. “Please, just…”
Alberto lay perfectly still for a moment. He closed his eyes and let out a breathless moan. When he looked up at Andy again, it was all Andy could do to not explode in his pants on the spot. But release came for him a long and exquisitely torturous time later.
***
Most of the candles had petered out and Alberto groaned mentally when he thought about wax on the hardwood floor. Unlike Andy’s skin, the wood had probably sustained irreparable damage and they would need carpets to hide it.
Propped on one arm, Alberto used the other to drain the last of the champagne straight out of the bottle. He was thirsty, but too lazy to get out of bed and Andy’s thoughtfulness had only gone so far because he’d brought champagne and nothing else to drink.
At Alberto’s side, Andy lay on his back, a naked and messy picture of debauchery. He was almost asleep, but he could still feel Alberto’s eyes on him and that kept him awake. Barely.
Alberto grinned lazily and dragged the mouth of the champagne bottle over Andy’s chest. Andy hissed and squirmed when the glass moved over a patch of smarting skin where droplets of wax had left red spots behind. Alberto’s grin widened, but he leaned forward and blew cold air on the abused skin. Andy hissed some more and shivered.
“We need to shower,” Alberto observed.
“Mmm,” Andy turned his head away from the guy tormenting him.
“I’m not sleeping in this mess,” Alberto moved the bottle down Andy’s body, drawing slow circles on his squirming stomach.
“Fresh sheets in a box… in the car,” Andy whined. “Mercy, Alberto,” he pleaded.
“Hmm… I don’t think so,” Alberto lowered his head and flicked his tongue over Andy’s nipple. It elicited another hiss from Andy because he was so tender and beyond sensitive, but Alberto really had no mercy. Andy tossed his head from side to side, moaning and clutching Alberto’s shoulder.
“Evil,” he muttered, biting his lip when Alberto gave up on teasing him with the champagne bottle only to curl his fingers around Andy’s cock and stroke him back into hardness instead.
“You were asking for it,” Alberto murmured in a honeyed voice, his teeth briefly tugging Andy’s ear-lobe.
“Mmmmm, yesss,” Andy’s hips rose of their own accord when Alberto rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock. He did it over and over again, catching Andy’s nipple between his lips and sucking hard, until Andy thrashed about, moaning plaintively.
“Shower now?” Alberto gave him a little bit of pause.
“No…,” Andy groaned. He opened his eyes a fraction and peered up at Alberto, shivering when he saw the predatory look on Alberto’s face. The waning light cast shadows on Alberto’s face than made him a bit frightening, but it thrilled Andy even if he would never admit it. He did have enough fight left in him to make it just a little hard for Alberto, though. Andy used it to roll on his stomach and almost but not quite off the bed.
“Right,” Alberto chuckled. “Like that’s going to save you…”
Andy stuck his face in the pillow and chuckled. He moved his hips until he found a bearable position, but it became irrelevant when Alberto was upon him again, moving his hand over Andy’s buttocks and caressing him teasingly.
There were little bruises on Andy’s hips where Alberto’s fingers had dug for purchase and some teeth marks in a very tender place. Alberto contemplated adding one more bite but he did have some residual traces of mercy in him. He blew cold air on the small of Andy’s back instead and grinned as he watched Andy squirm.
“So much for you never saying no to sex…,” Alberto teased. He’d retrieved the empty bottle and was slipping the narrow end between Andy’s buttocks.
Andy tensed and turned his head to the side as much as he could. He glared at Alberto out of the corner on one eye, very much awake and unwilling to be fucked with a bottle.
“Do you have cookies?” he muttered.
“Do I… what?” Alberto thought he hadn’t heard right. “No, I don’t have cookies,” he laughed throatily.
“Then lose the bottle and fuck me,” Andy growled.
“You’re going to have to ask nicer than that,” Alberto replied. He did lose the bottle, letting it slip to the floor and roll away. But he replaced it with his hand, making Andy moan in appreciation. He was so slick and ready and when Alberto’s fingers skimmed the area just beneath his sac, Andy reconsidered asking nicely.
Above him, Alberto bit his own lip against the exhilarated laughter that wanted out. Andy was pleading to be his over and over again, in their sinfully huge bed, in their new house. New house but old rules and Andy was begging for them to be reinforced. Alberto could live with that. Oh yes, he could definitely live with that.