Enigma 5/?
Title: Enigma
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Iker Casillas/ Cesc Fabregas, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Disclaimer: blah blah blah, not true, blah blah blah
Summary: High School AU. Iker is the class president and Messi, a sore looser, has threatened to impeach him if he doesn't sleep with Cesc Fabregas.
Authors note: Thanks again. Kind of nervous about this chapter but I hope you like it.
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.
Iker has taken them on a picnic. The sun is showing between the trees, who’s foliage is beginning to turn red and orange. Cesc leans back on the grass, the blanket saving him from any unpleasant prickles. Suddenly, Iker is laying on top of him and Cesc grabs at his shirt collar, forcefully pulling him down for a kiss. Iker’s eager, opens his mouth and lets Cesc taste the mix of jelly and peanut butter that’s only been there for a few moments. He moves to mouth at Cesc’s neck and slides the buttons of his flannel open. He kissses all the way down to Cesc’s stomach, and nuzzles his nose in his belly button, breathing Cesc in, storing the scent in his memory for years to come. Cesc runs his hands through Iker’s hair, gazing down lovingly at him. Iker slips the buttons on his jeans open and Cesc gasps at the touch.
Cesc wakes up. He closes his eyes again, begging that for once in his life he can start a dream right where he left off, but his body has other ideas. Cesc’s dick is swelling in his underpants, begging to be stroked. He reaches down and imagines that it’s Iker’s hand caressing him, playing with his balls just right, running his thumb over the tip. Cesc turns his head and tries to moan into the pillow, but it comes out louder than he would have liked. When he finally climaxes he bites down so hard on his lip that it bleeds. He goes to take a shower.
Normally, Cesc walks to school. He likes the quiet journey from his house, earbuds in his ears as he blocks out the rest of thats world returning to work for another day; but this morning he gets a text from Iker telling him that he’s picking him up today. If this were any other day, Cesc wouldn’t mind, but with everything going on right now, he really wants to be able to take a walk and analyze. It doesn’t matter though because he’s not going to tell Iker no.
When he gets in the car, it’s the same way as it was the previous day, with one exception; Xabi has been stuck in the back with Sergio and Fernando. His arms are crossed and he’s moved himself about as far away from them as he possibly can. He shoots Cesc a glare, “You owe me one.” He says.
“Oh, shut up Xabs, they aren’t that bad.” Iker rolls his eyes and reaches for Cesc’s hand. He holds it the whole way to the school.
The school day goes as normal. Iker doesn’t meet him at his locker or drop him off at classes. There’s no secret make-out session in a janitors locker (though Cesc can’t say he would mind it.) The only thing that changes is that Cesc starts sitting with Iker at lunch and it forces them to find a table instead of a booth.
On Wednesdays Iker picks him and Xabi up early to go to student council meetings. Iker sits at the head of the table, with Xabi on his right and Cesc on his left. Cesc has to confess that being friends with the class president comes with perks (They never really talked about what this was, and Cesc would feel too awkward bringing it up). All of the sudden, people prick up their ears when he speaks instead of just turning away and Cesc feels like he actually matters.
That Saturday, it’s Pique’s turn to host the party, but Iker and Cesc opt to hide out in Iker’s room, curled up on his bed, watching shitty netflix movies. Iker’s parents are gone, out for the night doing who knows what. It worried Cesc a little bit at first but Iker was nothing if not gentlemanly from the time he picked Cesc up, and it calmed him.
They’re laying with Cesc’s back to Iker’s front, his hand resting on Cesc’s hip as his thumb traces circles and every so often moves Cesc’s shirt just enough that he touches skin and feels Cesc shiver next to him. Iker rests his head in the crook between Cesc’s neck and shoulder. He wants nothing more than to whisper something dirty that will have Cesc under him in only a few quick seconds, their hips moving in that natural rhythm, both of them with barely a breath to spare; but Cesc is nearly asleep and Iker can’t bring himself to disrupt it. He’s not entirely sure what he would say either, because well, he’s never done anything like this before. Sure, there have been guys, but he was drunk and emotions or feelings didn’t play into it, and Iker usually waited for girls to initiate things. He hated feeling like he was forcing someone into something, making them feel things they didn’t really feel.
Cesc jolts against him and causes Iker to loose his train of thought. “Hey, you ok?” Iker says softly. Cesc nods.
“Yeah, I had one of those dream things where you’re falling.” He says and turns just his head to look at Iker. Iker kisses him, but the angle is awkward so Cesc pulls away and rolls onto his back, stretching his arms out with a yawn. His hair is disheveled, with tuffs sticking up in the back, giving his head a tiny hair halo. Iker moves so he’s laying over him. He rests his elbows on either side of Cesc’s face and looks down at him with a smile.
“You were barely asleep for five minutes and you already have bed head.” He says. Cesc reaches up to fix it, but Iker stops him. “No, it’s cute, I like it.” He runs a few fingers over it. Cesc places his hands loosely on Iker’s sides and runs his fingers slowly over his ribs and down his stomach. He closes his eyes, half because he’s still a bit tired, but also to take in everything else about this moment; the citrus like smell of Iker’s cologne, the softness of his t-shirt, the way even his breath smells perfect and minty. Iker’s comforter is one of those light and feathery ones that are comfortable even when you lay on top of it, and his pillows must be made out of angel feathers. It’s no wonder he almost fell asleep. Cesc can’t see it, but outside the sun is just starting to disappear below the horizon.
“Cesc, you awake?” Iker asks.
Cesc nods and opens his eyes, “Yeah, sorry, just thinking.”
“‘Bout what?”
Cesc shrugs, “Nothing really.”
“Oh, well, is it okay then if I do this?” Iker says and he presses his lips to Cesc’s.
“More than ok.” Cesc smiles and tightens his grip on Iker’s stomach. He opens his mouth first and their tongues enter a fight for dominance. For a while thats all it is, the two of them kissing on Iker’s heaven-like bed, but Cesc pulls away and brings his mouth to Iker’s neck, licking and sucking, tasting the delicious sweat that’s there. Cesc really wants to mark him, let the whole world know that Iker Casillas has someone. He wants the ninth grade girls that fawn over him to have something to gossip about. He wants people to ask Iker where it came from.
“Hey, Cesc, not so hard, my parents are gonna wonder.” Iker says, and Cesc reluctantly pulls away.
“Sorry, I didn’t think about that.” Cesc says. He lets out a nervous laugh. Iker shifts so he can cup Cesc’s face in his hands, and lets his thumb trace over Cesc’s lips. They’re red, slightly swollen, and more seductive than Iker ever imagined they could be. He takes the bottom one in his mouth and starts sucking. Cesc’s hands have found their way under Iker’s shirt and he traces the muscles with his fingertips. He runs a hand over his nipples and Iker lets out a groan that vibrate’s Cesc’s mouth and only makes him want more, more, more, of Iker, of this. As he’s running his hands down Iker’s front, he feels the dip at his waist, and his fingers run over bit of pubic hair that have managed to find their way out. He pushes one of his hands down, right where he can feel underwear meet skin. Iker’s growing underneath him, Cesc can feel it against his leg. He must have frozen because Iker’s pulls away.
“You okay?” Iker asks.
“Yeah, I just, I don’t know.” Cesc sighs, looks down.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Iker tells him, sensing Cesc’s nervousness. He’s not go to lie, he would love it if Cesc did, but he doesn’t want to do anything that could make things uneasy between them.
“Are you sure? I mean…”
“Yeah, it’s fine, it’ll take care of itself.” Iker grins and then goes back to kissing Cesc. He starts rocking their hips together, slowly and carefully. It’s so sexual and unreal that Cesc decides to fuck it all and reaches his hand into Iker’s boxers, following the hair until he reaches what he was looking for and grabs it. It’s weird and uncomfortable because Iker still has his jeans on, bust Cesc still manages to get his hand around Iker’s cock, and jerks it slowly. Iker buries his head in between Cesc neck and his shoulder, and his breathing gets heavy. “Fuck Cesc, like that, exactly like that.” He manages and Cesc continues. He reaches his other hand down to fondle at Iker’s balls, but the lack of space makes it hard, and Iker complains that it hurts, so Cesc pulls it out and focuses on just the shaft. He’s getting hard just from the erotic sounds Iker’s making next to him.
“Can we… Can we take these off?” Cesc asks, his other hand placed in Iker’s jean pocket.
“As long as you’re ok with it.” Iker says . Cesc nods and removes his other hand to push the jeans down Iker’s thighs and off. With Iker’s help, Cesc’s join soon after. With the lack of Cesc’s hand Iker starts rocking their hips again, and Cesc brings their mouths together, meeting Iker thrust for thrust and wrapping his leg around Iker’s for security. The friction between them is enough for Cesc’s breath to shorten, and he lets out a moan.
“You look so fucking hot right now.” Iker says, though Cesc is pretty sure he is anything but. Iker runs his hands up under Cesc’s shirt and lifts it over his head, tossing it off the side of his bed onto the floor. He kisses down Cesc’s neck to the middle of his chest, and runs his hand over his nipples before placing his mouth on one and sucking, licking. Cesc coms alive underneath him and his grip on Iker’s leg tightens. Cesc breathes heavier and Iker reaches a hand down to grasp at Cesc cock. It’s all too much for Cesc who-
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
Cus today I swear I'm not doing anything
“Fuck, it’s my mom.” Cesc groans. His phone fell off the bed onto the floor earlier, and he reaches down to get it, just as it’s about to hang up.
“Hey what’s up?”
“Oh, I don’t know, when do you want me?” Cesc checks the clock on Iker’s dresser. It’s 9:30 now.
“Is 10 okay?”
“Alright, I’ll have Iker drop me off.”
“Nothing, just watching a movie.”
“Some Adam Sandler movie, I don’t remember the name of it.”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Bye. Love you too.” Cesc hangs up his phone and throws it back on the floor. “I have to be home at 10. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Iker rolls over. “Have you seen my pants?” he asks.
“Foot of your bed probably.” Cesc moves to sit up and find his own clothes. They both get dressed. Before they leave Iker’s room, he gives him a lingering kiss and smiles. Cesc turns the wrong way down the hallway and Iker raises an eyebrow at him.
“Sorry, just dizzy I guess.” Cesc laughs.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Iker Casillas/ Cesc Fabregas, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Disclaimer: blah blah blah, not true, blah blah blah
Summary: High School AU. Iker is the class president and Messi, a sore looser, has threatened to impeach him if he doesn't sleep with Cesc Fabregas.
Authors note: Thanks again. Kind of nervous about this chapter but I hope you like it.
Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.
Iker has taken them on a picnic. The sun is showing between the trees, who’s foliage is beginning to turn red and orange. Cesc leans back on the grass, the blanket saving him from any unpleasant prickles. Suddenly, Iker is laying on top of him and Cesc grabs at his shirt collar, forcefully pulling him down for a kiss. Iker’s eager, opens his mouth and lets Cesc taste the mix of jelly and peanut butter that’s only been there for a few moments. He moves to mouth at Cesc’s neck and slides the buttons of his flannel open. He kissses all the way down to Cesc’s stomach, and nuzzles his nose in his belly button, breathing Cesc in, storing the scent in his memory for years to come. Cesc runs his hands through Iker’s hair, gazing down lovingly at him. Iker slips the buttons on his jeans open and Cesc gasps at the touch.
Cesc wakes up. He closes his eyes again, begging that for once in his life he can start a dream right where he left off, but his body has other ideas. Cesc’s dick is swelling in his underpants, begging to be stroked. He reaches down and imagines that it’s Iker’s hand caressing him, playing with his balls just right, running his thumb over the tip. Cesc turns his head and tries to moan into the pillow, but it comes out louder than he would have liked. When he finally climaxes he bites down so hard on his lip that it bleeds. He goes to take a shower.
Normally, Cesc walks to school. He likes the quiet journey from his house, earbuds in his ears as he blocks out the rest of thats world returning to work for another day; but this morning he gets a text from Iker telling him that he’s picking him up today. If this were any other day, Cesc wouldn’t mind, but with everything going on right now, he really wants to be able to take a walk and analyze. It doesn’t matter though because he’s not going to tell Iker no.
When he gets in the car, it’s the same way as it was the previous day, with one exception; Xabi has been stuck in the back with Sergio and Fernando. His arms are crossed and he’s moved himself about as far away from them as he possibly can. He shoots Cesc a glare, “You owe me one.” He says.
“Oh, shut up Xabs, they aren’t that bad.” Iker rolls his eyes and reaches for Cesc’s hand. He holds it the whole way to the school.
The school day goes as normal. Iker doesn’t meet him at his locker or drop him off at classes. There’s no secret make-out session in a janitors locker (though Cesc can’t say he would mind it.) The only thing that changes is that Cesc starts sitting with Iker at lunch and it forces them to find a table instead of a booth.
On Wednesdays Iker picks him and Xabi up early to go to student council meetings. Iker sits at the head of the table, with Xabi on his right and Cesc on his left. Cesc has to confess that being friends with the class president comes with perks (They never really talked about what this was, and Cesc would feel too awkward bringing it up). All of the sudden, people prick up their ears when he speaks instead of just turning away and Cesc feels like he actually matters.
That Saturday, it’s Pique’s turn to host the party, but Iker and Cesc opt to hide out in Iker’s room, curled up on his bed, watching shitty netflix movies. Iker’s parents are gone, out for the night doing who knows what. It worried Cesc a little bit at first but Iker was nothing if not gentlemanly from the time he picked Cesc up, and it calmed him.
They’re laying with Cesc’s back to Iker’s front, his hand resting on Cesc’s hip as his thumb traces circles and every so often moves Cesc’s shirt just enough that he touches skin and feels Cesc shiver next to him. Iker rests his head in the crook between Cesc’s neck and shoulder. He wants nothing more than to whisper something dirty that will have Cesc under him in only a few quick seconds, their hips moving in that natural rhythm, both of them with barely a breath to spare; but Cesc is nearly asleep and Iker can’t bring himself to disrupt it. He’s not entirely sure what he would say either, because well, he’s never done anything like this before. Sure, there have been guys, but he was drunk and emotions or feelings didn’t play into it, and Iker usually waited for girls to initiate things. He hated feeling like he was forcing someone into something, making them feel things they didn’t really feel.
Cesc jolts against him and causes Iker to loose his train of thought. “Hey, you ok?” Iker says softly. Cesc nods.
“Yeah, I had one of those dream things where you’re falling.” He says and turns just his head to look at Iker. Iker kisses him, but the angle is awkward so Cesc pulls away and rolls onto his back, stretching his arms out with a yawn. His hair is disheveled, with tuffs sticking up in the back, giving his head a tiny hair halo. Iker moves so he’s laying over him. He rests his elbows on either side of Cesc’s face and looks down at him with a smile.
“You were barely asleep for five minutes and you already have bed head.” He says. Cesc reaches up to fix it, but Iker stops him. “No, it’s cute, I like it.” He runs a few fingers over it. Cesc places his hands loosely on Iker’s sides and runs his fingers slowly over his ribs and down his stomach. He closes his eyes, half because he’s still a bit tired, but also to take in everything else about this moment; the citrus like smell of Iker’s cologne, the softness of his t-shirt, the way even his breath smells perfect and minty. Iker’s comforter is one of those light and feathery ones that are comfortable even when you lay on top of it, and his pillows must be made out of angel feathers. It’s no wonder he almost fell asleep. Cesc can’t see it, but outside the sun is just starting to disappear below the horizon.
“Cesc, you awake?” Iker asks.
Cesc nods and opens his eyes, “Yeah, sorry, just thinking.”
“‘Bout what?”
Cesc shrugs, “Nothing really.”
“Oh, well, is it okay then if I do this?” Iker says and he presses his lips to Cesc’s.
“More than ok.” Cesc smiles and tightens his grip on Iker’s stomach. He opens his mouth first and their tongues enter a fight for dominance. For a while thats all it is, the two of them kissing on Iker’s heaven-like bed, but Cesc pulls away and brings his mouth to Iker’s neck, licking and sucking, tasting the delicious sweat that’s there. Cesc really wants to mark him, let the whole world know that Iker Casillas has someone. He wants the ninth grade girls that fawn over him to have something to gossip about. He wants people to ask Iker where it came from.
“Hey, Cesc, not so hard, my parents are gonna wonder.” Iker says, and Cesc reluctantly pulls away.
“Sorry, I didn’t think about that.” Cesc says. He lets out a nervous laugh. Iker shifts so he can cup Cesc’s face in his hands, and lets his thumb trace over Cesc’s lips. They’re red, slightly swollen, and more seductive than Iker ever imagined they could be. He takes the bottom one in his mouth and starts sucking. Cesc’s hands have found their way under Iker’s shirt and he traces the muscles with his fingertips. He runs a hand over his nipples and Iker lets out a groan that vibrate’s Cesc’s mouth and only makes him want more, more, more, of Iker, of this. As he’s running his hands down Iker’s front, he feels the dip at his waist, and his fingers run over bit of pubic hair that have managed to find their way out. He pushes one of his hands down, right where he can feel underwear meet skin. Iker’s growing underneath him, Cesc can feel it against his leg. He must have frozen because Iker’s pulls away.
“You okay?” Iker asks.
“Yeah, I just, I don’t know.” Cesc sighs, looks down.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Iker tells him, sensing Cesc’s nervousness. He’s not go to lie, he would love it if Cesc did, but he doesn’t want to do anything that could make things uneasy between them.
“Are you sure? I mean…”
“Yeah, it’s fine, it’ll take care of itself.” Iker grins and then goes back to kissing Cesc. He starts rocking their hips together, slowly and carefully. It’s so sexual and unreal that Cesc decides to fuck it all and reaches his hand into Iker’s boxers, following the hair until he reaches what he was looking for and grabs it. It’s weird and uncomfortable because Iker still has his jeans on, bust Cesc still manages to get his hand around Iker’s cock, and jerks it slowly. Iker buries his head in between Cesc neck and his shoulder, and his breathing gets heavy. “Fuck Cesc, like that, exactly like that.” He manages and Cesc continues. He reaches his other hand down to fondle at Iker’s balls, but the lack of space makes it hard, and Iker complains that it hurts, so Cesc pulls it out and focuses on just the shaft. He’s getting hard just from the erotic sounds Iker’s making next to him.
“Can we… Can we take these off?” Cesc asks, his other hand placed in Iker’s jean pocket.
“As long as you’re ok with it.” Iker says . Cesc nods and removes his other hand to push the jeans down Iker’s thighs and off. With Iker’s help, Cesc’s join soon after. With the lack of Cesc’s hand Iker starts rocking their hips again, and Cesc brings their mouths together, meeting Iker thrust for thrust and wrapping his leg around Iker’s for security. The friction between them is enough for Cesc’s breath to shorten, and he lets out a moan.
“You look so fucking hot right now.” Iker says, though Cesc is pretty sure he is anything but. Iker runs his hands up under Cesc’s shirt and lifts it over his head, tossing it off the side of his bed onto the floor. He kisses down Cesc’s neck to the middle of his chest, and runs his hand over his nipples before placing his mouth on one and sucking, licking. Cesc coms alive underneath him and his grip on Iker’s leg tightens. Cesc breathes heavier and Iker reaches a hand down to grasp at Cesc cock. It’s all too much for Cesc who-
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
Cus today I swear I'm not doing anything
“Fuck, it’s my mom.” Cesc groans. His phone fell off the bed onto the floor earlier, and he reaches down to get it, just as it’s about to hang up.
“Hey what’s up?”
“Oh, I don’t know, when do you want me?” Cesc checks the clock on Iker’s dresser. It’s 9:30 now.
“Is 10 okay?”
“Alright, I’ll have Iker drop me off.”
“Nothing, just watching a movie.”
“Some Adam Sandler movie, I don’t remember the name of it.”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Bye. Love you too.” Cesc hangs up his phone and throws it back on the floor. “I have to be home at 10. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Iker rolls over. “Have you seen my pants?” he asks.
“Foot of your bed probably.” Cesc moves to sit up and find his own clothes. They both get dressed. Before they leave Iker’s room, he gives him a lingering kiss and smiles. Cesc turns the wrong way down the hallway and Iker raises an eyebrow at him.
“Sorry, just dizzy I guess.” Cesc laughs.
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