Fic - Worries - Milan Baroš/Harry Kewell
Yay! Here it is!! My first fic! 
Title: Worries
Author: tifosarossonera
Pairing: Milan Baroš/Harry Kewell
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry begins to wonder whether he is satisfied with how things are going between Milan and him...
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, bla bla, never happened...all just my dirty imagination.
Notes: Special thanks go to Mittelfeld for the beta and encouraging. I was inspired by this picture to write this fic.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
When Harry hung up the phone he was very confused. He was used to Milan doing silly stuff, but never before he had called in the middle of the night, woken Harry up to tell him to come over immediately.
While searching for a pair of jeans and a shirt, Harry started to worry if there was anything wrong. Did Milan suffer any pain? Was he depressed? What had happened? Why had he sounded so upset?
When he left the house, the thought of whether Milan would like his outfit crossed Harry’s mind. And he hated himself for that. Why did he care if Milan liked his outfit? Was it because he wanted to please him? Every time they met in private, Harry’s carefully-picked outfit didn’t matter to Milan anyways. All Milan seemed to think of was undressing his lover as quickly as possible.
Harry couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed being desired by the younger man. That he nearly went insane when Milan’s strong hands touched him on parts of his body he never would have dared dream about. Milan’s nails leaving red stripes on Harry’s skin, burning hot. Not to mention that mouth sucking Harry’s lips, tongue, fingers, cock and whatever else it could find. Or that skilful tongue licking all those sensitive spots that Milan knew so well.
Why did he care so much about Milan at all? Harry often wondered if his family would like Milan, what they would think of him. How would they react if they found out, that Harry preferred fucking a man over all the women in the world?
He wouldn’t go as far as to say he loved Milan, but he definitely had some kind of feelings for him; feelings that were more than plain desire. Enough to hurt whenever he saw Milan flirting with others. All those blonde, brainless girls Milan liked to date, for example.
Once Harry had tried to address this problem, Milan simply had laughed, watching his team mate closely.
"Oh, you’re jealous?" he had asked, smirking broadly. "That’s interesting!"
"No! I’m not," was all that Harry could respond. There was so much more he had wanted to say. That he felt used. That he was fed up with Milan playing with him. That he wanted this whole situation to be more serious. That he wanted Milan to show he cared. But Harry hadn’t had the guts to put those thoughts into words.
Instead the striker had taken Harry’s confusion as the perfect chance to press his lips on the other man’s while caressing him gently. Like so many times they had ended up in bed, fucking.
Not this time, Harry thought. Not this time. I’ll go over, see what’s wrong and return home.
Harry felt nervous as he rang the bell. He almost had to laugh at himself. Although he had rung this bell so many times before, he still was nervous.
Milan opened the door, smiling at Harry. "There you are!" Milan moved on to the kitchen, turning away from the Australian and leaving the door slightly open. Oh, I forgot. He never asks people in, Harry thought bitterly.
He followed Milan into the kitchen watching him pour two glasses of champagne. "What’s going on? Did I miss anything?" he wanted to know. But all he got in return was one of those I want you so bad right now looks, the ones Harry loved so much. Milan’s glance wandered all over the Australian’s body, starting from his strong thighs, passing his cock, his belly and chest over to Harry’s lips until he looked the other man directly in the eyes. Then there it was again: Milan’s dirty smile.
"By the way, did you notice that orange so is not your colour, Milan? No matter how much you love that sweater!" Harry did his best to distract Milan, as somehow the striker’s glance had made him even more nervous. Just after he finished the sentence he expected the Czech to become mad and yell at him, as there were things Milan did better than controlling his temper.
But to his surprise the other man stayed all calm and kept on staring at Harry. "You know, Harry," he said, "I thought, maybe you want me to take it off later!" This wasn’t what Harry expected to hear. He looked straight into Milan’s huge brown eyes, which reflected lust and desire.
"What is wrong with you? Why did you call me in the middle of the night?" Harry tried not to sound too worried, but judging from Milan’s grin, he failed miserably.
"Nothing", the striker responded, "I just wanted you to be around. I guessed by making you worry, you’d hurry up!" Again, Milan grinned. And because I missed you, he thought. But this was something he would never confess to Harry.
Milan handed a glass of champagne over to his lover and left the room. Once more, Harry remained confused in the kitchen. He was lost in his thoughts, when he heard Milan calling from the bathroom, "the bath tub and I are waiting for you!" This was it. Finally the moment to resist has come, Harry thought.
Although Harry had been tempted to just leave this place, now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Instead he felt the desire to climb up the stairs, enter the bathroom and kiss Milan fiercely. The lack of contact made him want the Czech really badly. Milan hadn’t even given him a kiss on the cheek when greeting him. So now Harry longed for Milan all the more. He wanted to touch Milan’s soft skin, smell his hair and kiss him all over.
Maybe it was that Harry’s desire and lust had won over his reason. Moving up the stairs and entering the bathroom, Harry became more and more excited, because he knew what was about to come. He would be fucked hard by Milan and leave the house shortly after. Like always.
When he opened the bathroom door he saw Milan sitting on the edge of the bath tub, smirking. "Finally," the Czech said as he moved closer to Harry. "I already feared I would have to take the bath all by myself."
Milan had already undressed himself completely. There he was. Nude. Beautiful. Hot. Simply perfect. Harry could not help but stare at his lover’s body as both moved closer.
Milan put Harry’s glass aside and touched the midfielder’s face. He kissed him fiercely, by pressing his lips on Harry’s, making him moan softly. How Harry had wanted it! How he had longed for it! The touch of Milan’s hand made him go wild. Grabbing Milan’s ass he pulled him even closer, so that it was hip grinding against hip.
"Get naked," Milan demanded, finding his way down to Harry’s jeans. A quick smile passed the Australian’s face when Milan’s hand gripped his cock, still captured in the tight jeans. Milan opened them slowly, not taking his gaze away from Harry. As hand and cock touched, Harry let out some more groans. Quickly he removed his clothes, now facing the other, both of them naked.
Once Milan had gotten into the bath tub, he called on Harry to follow him. The water felt warm and comfortable as Harry sat down between Milan’s strong thighs, looking him directly in the eyes. The Czech placed his hands on Harry’s lower back, caressing him tenderly. Moving closer, Harry pressed his mouth to Milan’s, sucking his lower lip roughly.
The younger man answered with a loud groan, digging his nails into Harry’s back. Kissing passionately, both fought for control. Milan finally broke the kiss, moving over to his lover’s forehead and cheek, until he reached Harry’s ear. He licked and bit the sensitive spot behind the ear, finding his way to his lover’s neck. Oh, how Harry wished this moment would last forever. He couldn’t understand why he had even thought about leaving earlier this evening.
While Harry was lost in his thoughts, Milan grabbed a piece of soap from the shelf beneath the bath tub. Wetting it slightly, he moved it over Harry’s body, beginning on his arm. With his right hand Milan ran the soap, and frothed it up with his left. Harry looked at Milan, puzzled. Never had he imagined that a simple gesture like this could feel so sensual.
As his arousal increased he could feel his cock hardening. Harry closed his eyes, grabbing the edges of the bath tub and leaning slightly backwards. He groaned loudly as Milan washed his chest for him, squeezing his nipples with his left hand. The Czech’s hands then moved slowly to Harry’s strong thighs and slid over the Australian’s hard-on.
Suddenly Milan dropped the soap, grabbed two towels and got up. Harry, bemused by the lack of touch, looked at his lover. "What’s wrong, Milan?" he asked.
But the other man simply smirked at him, throwing one of the towels to Harry. "Follow me," was all that Milan had to answer. Harry could see that Milan was walking towards the bed room.
His naked back is damn sexy, he said to himself. Trying not to lose any time, Harry got up, drying himself only half-heartedly.
When he entered the room, he saw the striker lying on the bed, rubbing his cock. "Second time tonight you let me wait. You’re not playing with me, are you?" Milan grinned.
What was going on? Usually things didn’t go that way, when they met in private. After a few seconds Harry had gathered his thoughts and moved over to the bed.
"I want you to fuck me, now" Milan said, passing Harry the lube.
What? Harry thought. Nervously he moved over to the bed, settling between Milan’s spread thighs. Although Harry had slept so many times with Milan, it was usually the Czech who fucked him.
"Touch me! You know how to do that, right?" Milan teased.
Harry bent over to kiss Milan fiercely. As he laid down he could feel their cocks between their bellies. Milan writhed under the Australian’s body, moaning into his mouth. This made Harry put more pressure on his hips and press them even harder into Milan.
He grabbed the tube of lube, pressed out plenty and spread it generously on his palms and fingers. After having rubbed it on his cock, Harry looked at Milan. "You’re ready?" he asked. But the striker only answered with an impatient expression.
Getting hold of Milan’s leg, Harry placed it on his shoulder. After having taken a deep breath, he thrust into Milan, making him moan loudly. Soon they found a fast, hard rhythm, suiting both of them. Turning his head to the side, Harry kissed, licked and bit Milan’s leg, beginning at the shank over the knee to the inner side of the thighs.
Milan felt hot and narrow and Harry wondered why he hadn’t asked for this more often before. He enjoyed being on the top, it gave him somehow a sentiment of control and power. Watching Milan underneath him, moaning, sweating, breathing hard and even gasping for air, made Harry even more impassioned.
The Czech grabbed Harry’s ass to make him thrust harder and deeper. With his other hand he started rubbing his cock, using his thumb to smear pre-come over the head. Then he moved his wet thumb to Harry’s lips and Harry sucked it roughly. They looked each other directly in the eyes, when Milan suddenly removed his finger to put his hand back on his cock.
Moaning loudly, the striker jerked off into his own hand, his whole body trembling in joy. Harry thrust into him a few times more, before he came as well. Exhausted, he sank into Milan’s arms, who petted his lover’s cheek. They didn’t speak for some time; it was a calm and peaceful situation.
Eventually Harry got up, and when Milan looked at him, the striker was quite confused.
"Where are you going?" Since Harry didn’t answer, the Czech continued "I thought you might want to stay for the night. Please."
Huh?, the midfielder thought. This really puzzled him. Milan had never asked that before. But somehow it made Harry happy. So he scrambled back into the bed, where he would spend the rest of the night.
-END-
Title: Worries
Author: tifosarossonera
Pairing: Milan Baroš/Harry Kewell
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry begins to wonder whether he is satisfied with how things are going between Milan and him...
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, bla bla, never happened...all just my dirty imagination.
Notes: Special thanks go to Mittelfeld for the beta and encouraging. I was inspired by this picture to write this fic.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
When Harry hung up the phone he was very confused. He was used to Milan doing silly stuff, but never before he had called in the middle of the night, woken Harry up to tell him to come over immediately.
While searching for a pair of jeans and a shirt, Harry started to worry if there was anything wrong. Did Milan suffer any pain? Was he depressed? What had happened? Why had he sounded so upset?
When he left the house, the thought of whether Milan would like his outfit crossed Harry’s mind. And he hated himself for that. Why did he care if Milan liked his outfit? Was it because he wanted to please him? Every time they met in private, Harry’s carefully-picked outfit didn’t matter to Milan anyways. All Milan seemed to think of was undressing his lover as quickly as possible.
Harry couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed being desired by the younger man. That he nearly went insane when Milan’s strong hands touched him on parts of his body he never would have dared dream about. Milan’s nails leaving red stripes on Harry’s skin, burning hot. Not to mention that mouth sucking Harry’s lips, tongue, fingers, cock and whatever else it could find. Or that skilful tongue licking all those sensitive spots that Milan knew so well.
Why did he care so much about Milan at all? Harry often wondered if his family would like Milan, what they would think of him. How would they react if they found out, that Harry preferred fucking a man over all the women in the world?
He wouldn’t go as far as to say he loved Milan, but he definitely had some kind of feelings for him; feelings that were more than plain desire. Enough to hurt whenever he saw Milan flirting with others. All those blonde, brainless girls Milan liked to date, for example.
Once Harry had tried to address this problem, Milan simply had laughed, watching his team mate closely.
"Oh, you’re jealous?" he had asked, smirking broadly. "That’s interesting!"
"No! I’m not," was all that Harry could respond. There was so much more he had wanted to say. That he felt used. That he was fed up with Milan playing with him. That he wanted this whole situation to be more serious. That he wanted Milan to show he cared. But Harry hadn’t had the guts to put those thoughts into words.
Instead the striker had taken Harry’s confusion as the perfect chance to press his lips on the other man’s while caressing him gently. Like so many times they had ended up in bed, fucking.
Not this time, Harry thought. Not this time. I’ll go over, see what’s wrong and return home.
Harry felt nervous as he rang the bell. He almost had to laugh at himself. Although he had rung this bell so many times before, he still was nervous.
Milan opened the door, smiling at Harry. "There you are!" Milan moved on to the kitchen, turning away from the Australian and leaving the door slightly open. Oh, I forgot. He never asks people in, Harry thought bitterly.
He followed Milan into the kitchen watching him pour two glasses of champagne. "What’s going on? Did I miss anything?" he wanted to know. But all he got in return was one of those I want you so bad right now looks, the ones Harry loved so much. Milan’s glance wandered all over the Australian’s body, starting from his strong thighs, passing his cock, his belly and chest over to Harry’s lips until he looked the other man directly in the eyes. Then there it was again: Milan’s dirty smile.
"By the way, did you notice that orange so is not your colour, Milan? No matter how much you love that sweater!" Harry did his best to distract Milan, as somehow the striker’s glance had made him even more nervous. Just after he finished the sentence he expected the Czech to become mad and yell at him, as there were things Milan did better than controlling his temper.
But to his surprise the other man stayed all calm and kept on staring at Harry. "You know, Harry," he said, "I thought, maybe you want me to take it off later!" This wasn’t what Harry expected to hear. He looked straight into Milan’s huge brown eyes, which reflected lust and desire.
"What is wrong with you? Why did you call me in the middle of the night?" Harry tried not to sound too worried, but judging from Milan’s grin, he failed miserably.
"Nothing", the striker responded, "I just wanted you to be around. I guessed by making you worry, you’d hurry up!" Again, Milan grinned. And because I missed you, he thought. But this was something he would never confess to Harry.
Milan handed a glass of champagne over to his lover and left the room. Once more, Harry remained confused in the kitchen. He was lost in his thoughts, when he heard Milan calling from the bathroom, "the bath tub and I are waiting for you!" This was it. Finally the moment to resist has come, Harry thought.
Although Harry had been tempted to just leave this place, now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Instead he felt the desire to climb up the stairs, enter the bathroom and kiss Milan fiercely. The lack of contact made him want the Czech really badly. Milan hadn’t even given him a kiss on the cheek when greeting him. So now Harry longed for Milan all the more. He wanted to touch Milan’s soft skin, smell his hair and kiss him all over.
Maybe it was that Harry’s desire and lust had won over his reason. Moving up the stairs and entering the bathroom, Harry became more and more excited, because he knew what was about to come. He would be fucked hard by Milan and leave the house shortly after. Like always.
When he opened the bathroom door he saw Milan sitting on the edge of the bath tub, smirking. "Finally," the Czech said as he moved closer to Harry. "I already feared I would have to take the bath all by myself."
Milan had already undressed himself completely. There he was. Nude. Beautiful. Hot. Simply perfect. Harry could not help but stare at his lover’s body as both moved closer.
Milan put Harry’s glass aside and touched the midfielder’s face. He kissed him fiercely, by pressing his lips on Harry’s, making him moan softly. How Harry had wanted it! How he had longed for it! The touch of Milan’s hand made him go wild. Grabbing Milan’s ass he pulled him even closer, so that it was hip grinding against hip.
"Get naked," Milan demanded, finding his way down to Harry’s jeans. A quick smile passed the Australian’s face when Milan’s hand gripped his cock, still captured in the tight jeans. Milan opened them slowly, not taking his gaze away from Harry. As hand and cock touched, Harry let out some more groans. Quickly he removed his clothes, now facing the other, both of them naked.
Once Milan had gotten into the bath tub, he called on Harry to follow him. The water felt warm and comfortable as Harry sat down between Milan’s strong thighs, looking him directly in the eyes. The Czech placed his hands on Harry’s lower back, caressing him tenderly. Moving closer, Harry pressed his mouth to Milan’s, sucking his lower lip roughly.
The younger man answered with a loud groan, digging his nails into Harry’s back. Kissing passionately, both fought for control. Milan finally broke the kiss, moving over to his lover’s forehead and cheek, until he reached Harry’s ear. He licked and bit the sensitive spot behind the ear, finding his way to his lover’s neck. Oh, how Harry wished this moment would last forever. He couldn’t understand why he had even thought about leaving earlier this evening.
While Harry was lost in his thoughts, Milan grabbed a piece of soap from the shelf beneath the bath tub. Wetting it slightly, he moved it over Harry’s body, beginning on his arm. With his right hand Milan ran the soap, and frothed it up with his left. Harry looked at Milan, puzzled. Never had he imagined that a simple gesture like this could feel so sensual.
As his arousal increased he could feel his cock hardening. Harry closed his eyes, grabbing the edges of the bath tub and leaning slightly backwards. He groaned loudly as Milan washed his chest for him, squeezing his nipples with his left hand. The Czech’s hands then moved slowly to Harry’s strong thighs and slid over the Australian’s hard-on.
Suddenly Milan dropped the soap, grabbed two towels and got up. Harry, bemused by the lack of touch, looked at his lover. "What’s wrong, Milan?" he asked.
But the other man simply smirked at him, throwing one of the towels to Harry. "Follow me," was all that Milan had to answer. Harry could see that Milan was walking towards the bed room.
His naked back is damn sexy, he said to himself. Trying not to lose any time, Harry got up, drying himself only half-heartedly.
When he entered the room, he saw the striker lying on the bed, rubbing his cock. "Second time tonight you let me wait. You’re not playing with me, are you?" Milan grinned.
What was going on? Usually things didn’t go that way, when they met in private. After a few seconds Harry had gathered his thoughts and moved over to the bed.
"I want you to fuck me, now" Milan said, passing Harry the lube.
What? Harry thought. Nervously he moved over to the bed, settling between Milan’s spread thighs. Although Harry had slept so many times with Milan, it was usually the Czech who fucked him.
"Touch me! You know how to do that, right?" Milan teased.
Harry bent over to kiss Milan fiercely. As he laid down he could feel their cocks between their bellies. Milan writhed under the Australian’s body, moaning into his mouth. This made Harry put more pressure on his hips and press them even harder into Milan.
He grabbed the tube of lube, pressed out plenty and spread it generously on his palms and fingers. After having rubbed it on his cock, Harry looked at Milan. "You’re ready?" he asked. But the striker only answered with an impatient expression.
Getting hold of Milan’s leg, Harry placed it on his shoulder. After having taken a deep breath, he thrust into Milan, making him moan loudly. Soon they found a fast, hard rhythm, suiting both of them. Turning his head to the side, Harry kissed, licked and bit Milan’s leg, beginning at the shank over the knee to the inner side of the thighs.
Milan felt hot and narrow and Harry wondered why he hadn’t asked for this more often before. He enjoyed being on the top, it gave him somehow a sentiment of control and power. Watching Milan underneath him, moaning, sweating, breathing hard and even gasping for air, made Harry even more impassioned.
The Czech grabbed Harry’s ass to make him thrust harder and deeper. With his other hand he started rubbing his cock, using his thumb to smear pre-come over the head. Then he moved his wet thumb to Harry’s lips and Harry sucked it roughly. They looked each other directly in the eyes, when Milan suddenly removed his finger to put his hand back on his cock.
Moaning loudly, the striker jerked off into his own hand, his whole body trembling in joy. Harry thrust into him a few times more, before he came as well. Exhausted, he sank into Milan’s arms, who petted his lover’s cheek. They didn’t speak for some time; it was a calm and peaceful situation.
Eventually Harry got up, and when Milan looked at him, the striker was quite confused.
"Where are you going?" Since Harry didn’t answer, the Czech continued "I thought you might want to stay for the night. Please."
Huh?, the midfielder thought. This really puzzled him. Milan had never asked that before. But somehow it made Harry happy. So he scrambled back into the bed, where he would spend the rest of the night.
-END-