Ficlet - Impatience - Eidur Gudjohnsen/Petr Čech
Title: Impatience 
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Eidur Gudjohnsen/Petr Čech
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: All lies.
Summary: Eidur is utterly impatient.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: For abbichicken and the fic challenge.
Eidur sighs. Quickly he tries to think about possible solutions to get out of this situation. He sighs again as Petr's long, delicate fingers run over Eidur's naked chest, caressing him gently. Too gently. If Petr continues like that, they're not getting anything done by late afternoon. Oh, he started nibbling his nipples. Hm, nice try, highly ineffective though.
Eventually Eidur loses his patience. "That does nothing for me, Petr. Why don't you start sucking me off already?"
He gives the Czech the bored look that he doesn't deserve. He's trying the least, is Petr, yet Eidur simply can't help it. No reaction on Petr's face. He only mumbles something in Czech that could easily mean "I've sold your grandmother's soul to the devil", but that's probably not it.
And indeed, finally Petr gets on with it. He's good at that and it doesn't need Eidur much to come hard into the Czech's mouth. He closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath for a moment. As he opens them again, Petr smiles at him before he suddenly spits Eidur's come onto the Iclander's stomach. Angry look on Petr's face.
Eidur is perplexed, not quite sure how to interpret this. Petr gets up, still glancing at Eidur. Slowly he dresses himself, obviously still unsatisfied.
Before he leaves the room, Petr turns around one last time. "Don't you fucking ever dare treat to me like that again."
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Eidur Gudjohnsen/Petr Čech
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: All lies.
Summary: Eidur is utterly impatient.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: For abbichicken and the fic challenge.
Eidur sighs. Quickly he tries to think about possible solutions to get out of this situation. He sighs again as Petr's long, delicate fingers run over Eidur's naked chest, caressing him gently. Too gently. If Petr continues like that, they're not getting anything done by late afternoon. Oh, he started nibbling his nipples. Hm, nice try, highly ineffective though.
Eventually Eidur loses his patience. "That does nothing for me, Petr. Why don't you start sucking me off already?"
He gives the Czech the bored look that he doesn't deserve. He's trying the least, is Petr, yet Eidur simply can't help it. No reaction on Petr's face. He only mumbles something in Czech that could easily mean "I've sold your grandmother's soul to the devil", but that's probably not it.
And indeed, finally Petr gets on with it. He's good at that and it doesn't need Eidur much to come hard into the Czech's mouth. He closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath for a moment. As he opens them again, Petr smiles at him before he suddenly spits Eidur's come onto the Iclander's stomach. Angry look on Petr's face.
Eidur is perplexed, not quite sure how to interpret this. Petr gets up, still glancing at Eidur. Slowly he dresses himself, obviously still unsatisfied.
Before he leaves the room, Petr turns around one last time. "Don't you fucking ever dare treat to me like that again."