Footie RPS Drabble (438 words): Substitute (Robin/Cesc, PG -13)
Title: Substitute
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Author: blackdracaena
Pairing: Robin van Persie/Francesc Fabregas
Prompt: 01. Tactics
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Author's Note: Still short but getting longer.
For the footballslash11 challenge.
Their manager went on and on, about how their defence needed to do this, their midfield needed to do that and of course how everyone was supposed to feed passes to Henry.
Robin had long stopped listening to his gaffers babbling. He knew he would get his instructions right before he got on the pitch. This was yet another match he would start from the bench, a fact that still made him grit his teeth in anger.
After hearing that he decided that the whole tactics talk was not any of his concern. However while Wenger stood in front of them, drawing circles and arrows on a flip chart, which now looked like some modern art painting, Robin was going over his own tactics for the little game he had planned.
He had longed for this match, as it was finally a chance to lure the little show-off from Manchester into his trap. Something he had always wanted to do after seeing Ronaldo prance over the pitch time and time again thinking he was God’s gift to football.
Robin licked his lips, just thinking about how good that little shit would look, tied down and all scared, made his heart beat faster from excitement and caused his prick to harden slightly. He couldn’t wait, this time his plan would work, his plans always worked.
Shifting in his chair he tried to hide his growing arousal, but as a warm hand stroked over his thigh he knew that his attempts were in vain. Robin rolled his eyes; of course Cesc had noticed his current state. It wasn’t really a surprise to Robin; lately it felt like the Spaniard could not take his eyes off him.
Robin reached for Cesc’s hand which still lingered on his thigh drawing circles teasing him. Slowly he curled his fingers around the Spaniards and then squeezed them… hard. Smirking he noticed the little gasp of pain escaping Francesc mouth.
Turning his head he studied his teammate as he dug fingernails deeply into the skin of the Spaniards hand. Francesc was nearly whimpering now, biting on his lips to keep quiet.
“You shouldn’t play with fire, dear little Cesc,” Robin whispered into his ear. “It might burn you.”
Abruptly Robin let go of Francesc’s hand and turned his attention back to Wenger’s speech like nothing had happened.
However an idea had been sparked by this little interlude. Should his plan fail to coerce Cristiano Ronaldo into his little trap there was always Cesc who would make a nice little substitute for the Portuguese.
So in the end the tactics wouldn't matter he could only win.
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Author: blackdracaena
Pairing: Robin van Persie/Francesc Fabregas
Prompt: 01. Tactics
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Author's Note: Still short but getting longer.
For the footballslash11 challenge.
Their manager went on and on, about how their defence needed to do this, their midfield needed to do that and of course how everyone was supposed to feed passes to Henry.
Robin had long stopped listening to his gaffers babbling. He knew he would get his instructions right before he got on the pitch. This was yet another match he would start from the bench, a fact that still made him grit his teeth in anger.
After hearing that he decided that the whole tactics talk was not any of his concern. However while Wenger stood in front of them, drawing circles and arrows on a flip chart, which now looked like some modern art painting, Robin was going over his own tactics for the little game he had planned.
He had longed for this match, as it was finally a chance to lure the little show-off from Manchester into his trap. Something he had always wanted to do after seeing Ronaldo prance over the pitch time and time again thinking he was God’s gift to football.
Robin licked his lips, just thinking about how good that little shit would look, tied down and all scared, made his heart beat faster from excitement and caused his prick to harden slightly. He couldn’t wait, this time his plan would work, his plans always worked.
Shifting in his chair he tried to hide his growing arousal, but as a warm hand stroked over his thigh he knew that his attempts were in vain. Robin rolled his eyes; of course Cesc had noticed his current state. It wasn’t really a surprise to Robin; lately it felt like the Spaniard could not take his eyes off him.
Robin reached for Cesc’s hand which still lingered on his thigh drawing circles teasing him. Slowly he curled his fingers around the Spaniards and then squeezed them… hard. Smirking he noticed the little gasp of pain escaping Francesc mouth.
Turning his head he studied his teammate as he dug fingernails deeply into the skin of the Spaniards hand. Francesc was nearly whimpering now, biting on his lips to keep quiet.
“You shouldn’t play with fire, dear little Cesc,” Robin whispered into his ear. “It might burn you.”
Abruptly Robin let go of Francesc’s hand and turned his attention back to Wenger’s speech like nothing had happened.
However an idea had been sparked by this little interlude. Should his plan fail to coerce Cristiano Ronaldo into his little trap there was always Cesc who would make a nice little substitute for the Portuguese.
So in the end the tactics wouldn't matter he could only win.