Fic - A world of our own - Alessandro Nesta/Fabio Cannavaro
Title: A world of our own 
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fabio Cannavaro/Alessandro Nesta (also known as Kanister!love *winks at ninamalfoy*)
Feedback: Yes, please! It's the first time I wrote something else. Tell me if you liked it please (or if you didn't like it).
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, bla bla, never happened…all just my dirty imagination
Summary: Sometimes even grown up men feel like escaping.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Thanks to ninamalfoy for the beta, squeezing it in, although she’s really busy. All the best with your exams, my love!
I am lost in my thoughts, dreaming about the last time I was here and you were with me, as I suddenly hear a key being inserted into the key-hole, opening the apartment door silently.
Already when you walk in and slam the door behind you, I can hear you are upset and angry. Did you have another fight with her? I wonder. As you step into the living room, I am almost certain. From the expression on your face I can tell you have been crying. It must have been another ugly argument. But if I asked you now what had happened you would shrug and say “nothing”. As always. You look at me and a quick smile rushes over your lips. You wipe away those last tears from your eyes and come closer.
Probably you didn’t expect me to be here. Here at this small apartment in Milan, this secret place for the two of us. We bought it during the season, when we played in the same city, for the first and only time ever.
It’s the only place where we can behave just the way we long to. The only place where we don’t have to care if our partners are around, or any teammates or, even worse, paparazzi. We do not only come to this apartment to fuck, but we also come to leave the world behind in order to simply be ourselves. This place is like a little world of our own.
I’m often here without you, just thinking. Or to escape. And I know you do the same. Maybe escaping was your reason to come, in the first place. Although I enjoy being here, alone, I can’t deny the fact, that I prefer you being here with me, sharing intimate moments.
You sit down next to me, embracing me. We don’t speak for a while, there is no need to. Suddenly you cup my face and start caressing it gently. I sigh. It’s been such a long time since you touched me like that! I bend over to kiss you and this kind of physical contact makes my heart beat faster. Carefully I part your lips and teeth with my tongue, just to meet yours. We kiss fiercely for some minutes that seem like eternity to me.
Finally you break the kiss to say “I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“I know.” I answer. “I just had to get out. What about you? How are you?”
Although you probably won’t give me an honest answer anyways, I decide to continue and ask if you had a fight with Gabriela.
You look at me, your eyes becoming sad and slightly wet again. Then you nod and cuddle up closer, almost as if looking for shelter.
“What was it about this time? You really should talk to me, Sandro.”
“She thinks,” you pause, “she thinks I’m having an affair.”
Oh! I don’t know what to say. After all, she is right in the end. I start to wonder what made her suspicious. Did she find out about this place? Haven’t we been careful enough? How did she come to her conclusion? Does she think it’s me? Or does she think it’s another woman?
Before I can come up with something coherent to say, you go on.
“I don’t want to talk about details, Fabio, ok? Please, just let’s leave it there. I’d rather want you to take my mind off, will you do that?”
As you say that, you move your hand over my chest, down to my waist. You find your way under my shirt and start tracing the strong lines of my muscles. I shiver, as your cold hand meets my hot skin. Gently you stroke my torso, running your long and slim fingers over me.
I doubt that this is the right thing to do. Actually I believe we should rather talk about the problem. But your fingers wandering over my body and your demanding eyes convince me, that this is what you really need now.
I get up and take you by the hand. As I lead you over to the bedroom, I remember that you once said that this bed, our bed, is more comfortable than the one Gabriela and you share. I can’t help but have to grin broadly.
We share another fierce kiss, standing at the end of the bed. I moan as you suck my tongue greedily. Quickly we undress, stroking each other. I almost can’t take my hands off of you. The imagination of what is yet to come increases my arousal even more. You sit down on the bed, watching me carefully. Your hard-on is only covered by your tight boxers; still I can see your huge bulge. I wonder how your cock would taste right now and if you would want me to suck it slowly or passionately.
I stand in front of you, completely naked and hard. Your hands reach for my chest, moving down to my waist. Finally you grab my ass, pulling me closer. Then you take one last glance at me, before your mouth covers my erection. Loudly I moan out your name again and again, as you take me in. This feels so fucking good. You probably have no idea what your full, wet lips and your skilful tongue are doing to me right now. But believe me, I do! My cock is almost completely surrounded by your hot wetness. Although Daniela has done the same action so many times, she has not your class. And quite likely she never will.
You remove your mouth far too soon again and grin, while looking at me. The expression on your face tells me exactly what you want now. I am not late to obey and move over to the bedside table, getting the lube. In the meantime you remove your last bit of clothing and turn on your belly, waiting for me to top you.
“I want you to fuck me hard, ok?”
You like it hard, don’t you? Once I gave it to you so hard that you almost couldn’t sit the following day.
As I settle on the bed, next to you, I start caressing your back, beginning with your shoulders, massaging them with my strong hands, moving downwards. Your hips buck up, as my hand slides over your ass and gives you a slight slap.
“Turn around, Sandro. I want to see your face.”
You smirk, as you do like I told you. Your dark sparkling eyes watch every of my movements, as I spread plenty of lube on my palms and fingers.
I gently push one finger into you. You moan biting down your lower lip. Slowly I twist my finger, stimulating your prostate with every thrust. As I add another finger, you groan again, pressing your head into the huge pillow. I can feel your sensitive spot; the spot that makes you roll your eyes and makes you chant my name. Your body starts writhing under my touches, almost desperately, as if it was searching for relaxation.
“Fuck me,” you moan, clenching the bed sheets.
I wonder if I should tease you a bit and continue stimulating you with my fingers instead, until climax almost hits you, just to stop then. For a brief moment your sad face of earlier this evening comes back into my mind. Therefore I decide against it.
But before I finally fuck you, I bend over to kiss you fiercely again. I suck your lower lip and then kiss my way downwards over your chest. As I reach your nipples I stay with them for a brief moment. I squeeze them with my fingers, before I cover them with my lips. They are hard, just like the rest of your body. You hiss as I bite them slightly. And as my tongue plays with them gently, I earn a moan while goosebumps cover your tanned body. Oh, how sensitive you are! You sigh as I lick your bellybutton, moving towards your groin.
“Oh, Fabi!! Dai!” You breathe heavily.
I come to the conclusion that this was enough teasing and position myself. One last time we look each other directly in the eyes. Carefully I push my cock against your tight hole, making you gasp for air. I give you a few seconds to get used to the feeling.
Slowly at first, I shove into you. But with our arousal increasing my pace becomes faster. With every thrust I almost pull my cock out completely, just to drive back in, harder and deeper. Just as you want it. Just as you need it.
You moan loudly, you almost cry out. I wonder if any neighbours can hear you. But somehow this makes me hot, knowing I’m the reason for your groans. It only takes us a few more thrusts until climax hits us.
There you are. Lying underneath me, sweating and breathing hard. You watch me carefully. Those huge brown eyes are resting on me, as they still sparkle in afterglow. A sweet smile hushes over your face. Your hands reach out to pull me down, onto you.
I grin as I feel the hot and wet evidence of how much you’ve enjoyed this, between our waists. Gently I caress your cheek, tugging some stands that have fallen into your face behind your ear. As I kiss you on the forehead you embrace me, as if never to let me go again. I wish this moment could last forever.
“Thank you. Thank you so much” you whisper into my ear.
Again we don’t speak. I’m impressed by your beauty. Now, that relaxation has finally come, you look so peaceful. You look so calm, so happy. For a brief moment you close your eyes, probably thinking back to what just has happened.
As you open them again, you ask me, “Will you stay here with me for the night?”
I nod. Yes, I will. I will stay with you in this bed, smelling of a good fuck and climax, smelling of satisfaction and love, but most important, smelling of you and me. Maybe tomorrow before training, before I have to drive back to Turin we will do it again, to keep our scent in here.
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Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fabio Cannavaro/Alessandro Nesta (also known as Kanister!love *winks at ninamalfoy*)
Feedback: Yes, please! It's the first time I wrote something else. Tell me if you liked it please (or if you didn't like it).
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, bla bla, never happened…all just my dirty imagination
Summary: Sometimes even grown up men feel like escaping.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Thanks to ninamalfoy for the beta, squeezing it in, although she’s really busy. All the best with your exams, my love!
I am lost in my thoughts, dreaming about the last time I was here and you were with me, as I suddenly hear a key being inserted into the key-hole, opening the apartment door silently.
Already when you walk in and slam the door behind you, I can hear you are upset and angry. Did you have another fight with her? I wonder. As you step into the living room, I am almost certain. From the expression on your face I can tell you have been crying. It must have been another ugly argument. But if I asked you now what had happened you would shrug and say “nothing”. As always. You look at me and a quick smile rushes over your lips. You wipe away those last tears from your eyes and come closer.
Probably you didn’t expect me to be here. Here at this small apartment in Milan, this secret place for the two of us. We bought it during the season, when we played in the same city, for the first and only time ever.
It’s the only place where we can behave just the way we long to. The only place where we don’t have to care if our partners are around, or any teammates or, even worse, paparazzi. We do not only come to this apartment to fuck, but we also come to leave the world behind in order to simply be ourselves. This place is like a little world of our own.
I’m often here without you, just thinking. Or to escape. And I know you do the same. Maybe escaping was your reason to come, in the first place. Although I enjoy being here, alone, I can’t deny the fact, that I prefer you being here with me, sharing intimate moments.
You sit down next to me, embracing me. We don’t speak for a while, there is no need to. Suddenly you cup my face and start caressing it gently. I sigh. It’s been such a long time since you touched me like that! I bend over to kiss you and this kind of physical contact makes my heart beat faster. Carefully I part your lips and teeth with my tongue, just to meet yours. We kiss fiercely for some minutes that seem like eternity to me.
Finally you break the kiss to say “I didn’t expect you to be here.”
“I know.” I answer. “I just had to get out. What about you? How are you?”
Although you probably won’t give me an honest answer anyways, I decide to continue and ask if you had a fight with Gabriela.
You look at me, your eyes becoming sad and slightly wet again. Then you nod and cuddle up closer, almost as if looking for shelter.
“What was it about this time? You really should talk to me, Sandro.”
“She thinks,” you pause, “she thinks I’m having an affair.”
Oh! I don’t know what to say. After all, she is right in the end. I start to wonder what made her suspicious. Did she find out about this place? Haven’t we been careful enough? How did she come to her conclusion? Does she think it’s me? Or does she think it’s another woman?
Before I can come up with something coherent to say, you go on.
“I don’t want to talk about details, Fabio, ok? Please, just let’s leave it there. I’d rather want you to take my mind off, will you do that?”
As you say that, you move your hand over my chest, down to my waist. You find your way under my shirt and start tracing the strong lines of my muscles. I shiver, as your cold hand meets my hot skin. Gently you stroke my torso, running your long and slim fingers over me.
I doubt that this is the right thing to do. Actually I believe we should rather talk about the problem. But your fingers wandering over my body and your demanding eyes convince me, that this is what you really need now.
I get up and take you by the hand. As I lead you over to the bedroom, I remember that you once said that this bed, our bed, is more comfortable than the one Gabriela and you share. I can’t help but have to grin broadly.
We share another fierce kiss, standing at the end of the bed. I moan as you suck my tongue greedily. Quickly we undress, stroking each other. I almost can’t take my hands off of you. The imagination of what is yet to come increases my arousal even more. You sit down on the bed, watching me carefully. Your hard-on is only covered by your tight boxers; still I can see your huge bulge. I wonder how your cock would taste right now and if you would want me to suck it slowly or passionately.
I stand in front of you, completely naked and hard. Your hands reach for my chest, moving down to my waist. Finally you grab my ass, pulling me closer. Then you take one last glance at me, before your mouth covers my erection. Loudly I moan out your name again and again, as you take me in. This feels so fucking good. You probably have no idea what your full, wet lips and your skilful tongue are doing to me right now. But believe me, I do! My cock is almost completely surrounded by your hot wetness. Although Daniela has done the same action so many times, she has not your class. And quite likely she never will.
You remove your mouth far too soon again and grin, while looking at me. The expression on your face tells me exactly what you want now. I am not late to obey and move over to the bedside table, getting the lube. In the meantime you remove your last bit of clothing and turn on your belly, waiting for me to top you.
“I want you to fuck me hard, ok?”
You like it hard, don’t you? Once I gave it to you so hard that you almost couldn’t sit the following day.
As I settle on the bed, next to you, I start caressing your back, beginning with your shoulders, massaging them with my strong hands, moving downwards. Your hips buck up, as my hand slides over your ass and gives you a slight slap.
“Turn around, Sandro. I want to see your face.”
You smirk, as you do like I told you. Your dark sparkling eyes watch every of my movements, as I spread plenty of lube on my palms and fingers.
I gently push one finger into you. You moan biting down your lower lip. Slowly I twist my finger, stimulating your prostate with every thrust. As I add another finger, you groan again, pressing your head into the huge pillow. I can feel your sensitive spot; the spot that makes you roll your eyes and makes you chant my name. Your body starts writhing under my touches, almost desperately, as if it was searching for relaxation.
“Fuck me,” you moan, clenching the bed sheets.
I wonder if I should tease you a bit and continue stimulating you with my fingers instead, until climax almost hits you, just to stop then. For a brief moment your sad face of earlier this evening comes back into my mind. Therefore I decide against it.
But before I finally fuck you, I bend over to kiss you fiercely again. I suck your lower lip and then kiss my way downwards over your chest. As I reach your nipples I stay with them for a brief moment. I squeeze them with my fingers, before I cover them with my lips. They are hard, just like the rest of your body. You hiss as I bite them slightly. And as my tongue plays with them gently, I earn a moan while goosebumps cover your tanned body. Oh, how sensitive you are! You sigh as I lick your bellybutton, moving towards your groin.
“Oh, Fabi!! Dai!” You breathe heavily.
I come to the conclusion that this was enough teasing and position myself. One last time we look each other directly in the eyes. Carefully I push my cock against your tight hole, making you gasp for air. I give you a few seconds to get used to the feeling.
Slowly at first, I shove into you. But with our arousal increasing my pace becomes faster. With every thrust I almost pull my cock out completely, just to drive back in, harder and deeper. Just as you want it. Just as you need it.
You moan loudly, you almost cry out. I wonder if any neighbours can hear you. But somehow this makes me hot, knowing I’m the reason for your groans. It only takes us a few more thrusts until climax hits us.
There you are. Lying underneath me, sweating and breathing hard. You watch me carefully. Those huge brown eyes are resting on me, as they still sparkle in afterglow. A sweet smile hushes over your face. Your hands reach out to pull me down, onto you.
I grin as I feel the hot and wet evidence of how much you’ve enjoyed this, between our waists. Gently I caress your cheek, tugging some stands that have fallen into your face behind your ear. As I kiss you on the forehead you embrace me, as if never to let me go again. I wish this moment could last forever.
“Thank you. Thank you so much” you whisper into my ear.
Again we don’t speak. I’m impressed by your beauty. Now, that relaxation has finally come, you look so peaceful. You look so calm, so happy. For a brief moment you close your eyes, probably thinking back to what just has happened.
As you open them again, you ask me, “Will you stay here with me for the night?”
I nod. Yes, I will. I will stay with you in this bed, smelling of a good fuck and climax, smelling of satisfaction and love, but most important, smelling of you and me. Maybe tomorrow before training, before I have to drive back to Turin we will do it again, to keep our scent in here.
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