[FIC] XXIII

[chelsealady]

Title: XXIII
(read twenty-three)
Pairing: Unusual Pairing -  Joris Mathijsen/Gary Medel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tout faux. Sexually modified just for entertainment purposes (XD)
Summary: Joris has certain fear before his first tattoo, but something will bring him enough courage to cope with the pain produced by the needles and make it successful.

Dedicated to sophiamoon .
I know she doesn't like WAGS appeareance so much, but this time it will appear one...


His first tattoo.
He commented already the design with Gary Medel. The communication between them is improving more than they could feel.
Despite of Gary's physical appeareance, which is not so handsome as the Dutch-man, is worth to contemplate his body almost full of tattoos. That thing makes him inspire to make the decision of exposing his skin as canvas.

The design: 23 in Roman numbers.
Just like Torsten's Roman 22, he likes to do it in the same place as him. Not the same design with shades, but he wants it with perfection.

Gary steals some fake syringes and shows some to him. He tries to chase him playing as the doctor.

"Te voy a pinchar..."

He runs away when he sees the needle. Is the way Medel teases him for losing fear to them.
But they're different. They're tattoo needles.

He doesn't want to tattoo, but at the time he doesn't want to make feel Medel so bad.

Wednesday 2:00 PM.

"I want some courage, Gary" he says.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Gary says getting away from the Dutch-man.

"I love you, Gary. Is so true. Maybe people cannot explain this bond. I'll make this tattoo because it means your age..."

"I know the meaning..." he says removing his T-Shirt.

"Oh, Gary... I love your tattoos, so as you..." he said while kissing his arms and chest. He pressed Medel against the wall.

All was happening early in the morning.

Gary was full of anxiety while he kept licking his right nipple. Many phrases in Spanish were coming out of his lips. He gasps while he feels that pants are getting down...

"Just touch it..." Gary said followed by a moan.

He doesn't want to have oral sex, it would be an obstacle for kissing, so, Mathijsen recovers the point of view and just gets closer to him with kisses and caresses, with a hug which hides rubbing...

It's sticky, but it moves... and it feels good. That's how the Chilean feels. Just at several days where Transfer Window made a spectacular move for being the second Chilean representator in the Bundesliga.

How glorious was the day when he left Boca Juniors! How glorious the day when Bernd Schneider saw him for the first time playing at La Bombonera. (Bernd was only a watcher)
He was at the pinnacle of his first homosexual experience... feeling the tongue around his earlobe, biting his diamond earring, gasping around and the hug camouflage was perfect for Gary's cock.

"Can I?"

"You can... for sure..."

"I want to taste it right now..."

He had the good manner of undo his entire clothes below. Mathijsen began to manipulate his own cock, so as Gary's... and also had the delicacy of leaving the Chilean naked.
The kisses continued... they couldn't arrive to the bed, they were already lying on the floor. They crossed their legs, so they can easily enjoy kissing once again...

" I love your kisses" he whispered "I wish the Holländer (sic) could do the same..."

"But I love yours" Gary answered making the same movement followed by sucking his earlobe.

Mathijsen's gaze captivates Gary's attention, then the perspective changes... as long as the eye contact gets lost, it doesn't matter for the now new player in Hamburg, 'cause the middle line is liked before going to the part he wants to do...

All the layers of Gary's intimacy gets stimulated by his soft and careful mouth. Only lips. No teeth. That makes the Chilean feel good and close his peculiar eyes and make an atypical moan, so acute, that even Joris gets out of focus, for the tone he achieved.

While he thinks "oh, que me salió amariconado", he just make facial expressions and sighs while Mathijsen makes his move with his lips, he prepares to remove his mouth before releasing fluid.

He knocks the floor in satisfaction signal. Mathijsen knows that Gary was ashamed of that, but indeed he was enjoying it...

At last... the great moment of his life was coming... Medel was already ashamed for the moanings he released, but he felt so glad for being with the man he loves so much...

"I'm so glad to be with you..."

"So true..."

"And why you don't moan?"

"Because it was so sissy!"

"Nee! That's nothing but bullshit... just be yourself. I understand you...what piece of legs do you have!!! Oh, holy shit!" Mathisen says while touching them.

Then he saw his hole, so tight and still healthy.

Some bad noises from his throat and releases a good quantity of spit, enough for lube. Three fingers are enough to arrive to his rectum.

"Awww.it feels like...strange..."

"Don't worry, Gary...don't worry..."

"I don't wanna get hurt..."

"Nee, you won't" Mathijsen said.

Satisfaction and no-harm lifetime guarantee. These are the real words that Joris keeps inside his mind for not screw up Gary's blooming sexuality.

While Gary feels half good, then the real deal enters into the scene.

Joris is blushing down, while he moans, but then he worries 'cause Gary only knocks the floor, but then he slows the pace and whispers while moving:

"Release... just be yourself...I love you"

"I feel like...I feel like...whoa!" he moans quietly, almost mimetized with a sigh mixed with a gasp.

He kissed Gary and the tongues gets extremely expelled. The Chilean is horny...so as he... the march is slow.

"Behüren mich... oh behüren mich...das ist so geil" Gary said while his voice is almost faded away for the transition to the moan. "¡Conchetumadre Joris!"

Then he released himself. He was unstoppable. Slower, better.

It didn't matter that Gary's moanings were out of tune, out of the common men... out of the standard gay men... it didn't matter to him.
Being in harmony... being together...

Before releasing any kind of fluid into Gary's body he takes his hand and puts it on the Chilean's cock. He didn't matter about nationality. He kept making it without any kind of pause. He enjoys to hear Gary Alexis Medel moan like no other... he's unique.

Maybe they'll not have so epical proportions as Bernd and Arturo, but Gary will know that he will rock Joris' world while both fluids gets released to their belly button.

"Stay with me, please stay with me" Gary said emotioned. A teadrop fell out from his cheek.His eyes were like glass, just to the point of crying.

"Don't leave me alone, Joris, please" he begs "I love you so much..."

"No, Gary, easy... easy....I'll never leave you. I'll never leave you" Mathijsen says to his lover and then... it's time to rest.

....

It's almost one o'clock and they must move one hour earlier to arrive to the tattoo center...it's located in a famous tattoo and piercing shop in Hamburg center.

"How do you feel now? Are you nervous?"

"I know it will hurt, but...would you please stay with me in the making of?"

"Sure! Why not?"

They entered took by the hand to the tattoo center.

For his luck, the tattooer was nothing more than another well known Dutch character. She was Sylvie van der Vaart.
Now she's divorced, survived a cancer and made a radical, but very cool decision: dedicate her life to the thing she loves most: tattooing.

"Joris!"

"Sylvie! Well, let me introduce you the leit motiv of my masterpiece: Gary Medel."

"Nice to meet you ma'am..."

"Ma'am? Please! Just call me Sylvie...! Come in!"

"How do you started? Why did you get divorced from Rafael!? He was a good player, handsome guy, good person, the father of your children, you know" Gary said.

"It's not easy, Gary. But first I began to make simple things: roses, stars... then fairies, goldfishes, etc.
But then a fan from Torsten Frings wanted the roman number he used in Henna, and then I couldn't stop anymore...where do you want the tattoo, Joris?"

"Here..."

"Like Torsten? Whoa! You told me to make it... dark"

"Yeah..."

Sylvie transfered the design to his skin, and then... Gary said...

"Take a deep breath, eins,zwei, drei..."

In the moment Sylvie put the foot on the pedal, he prepares to deal with it.
And indeed, the first needles...

"Whoa, Gary..."

He just sighs and the Chilean makes a massage, but Sylvie says to stop and just caresses his hair.

"Do you love each other?"

"As you're seeing now..."

"Hmmm... idea of mine or you were humping?"

"¡Oh la mina!" Gary said covering his mouth...

"It was not for me, it was for trying to hold the pain."

"Oooh... for having guts...huh?"

"Well, yeah..." Joris said while trying to control the pain of the needles.

"Why did you get divorced? Double life or what?"

"Not so much. I was like...empty you know" she confesses while making a line on the last I and cleaning it "I didn't enjoyed sex with my husband, indeed I was like a bomb just at minutes to explode... I went to a psychologist in Netherlands...
the therapist thought that... I was tired of being a WAG. Many girls respect me 'cause I got these boobs reconstructed, you know... but at the time I feel that I didn't fit into the mainstream. I felt strange."

"So?..."

"So... I was in a charity event. You know, those Races for Life... and then a girl was wearing the Pink Ribbon for Life. She heard a speech and then she poured a tear. She ovationated the speech, despite of my poor German.
Then we talked each other. Her name was Petra.

After that, we called, some texting, and then we decided to get a whole day together. Shopping...the things that mainstream do.
Then she said to me that she felt that her husband was cheating on her and took some time... she talked me about her girls. I talked about my boy...
And then... I fell in love with her..."

"Aww jeez...but she is Petra Frings!"

"Exactly..."

"Awww,man!" Joris giggled, "I cannot believe it..."

"Then she said to me that she was honoured to have me as a friend. She loved me because of being fighter, of being out of the line, just like her. She didn't coloured her hair actually.She's still brunette. She was tired of seeing all WAGS blonde, with huge boobs, surgery everywhere and tons of expensive brand jewelry...so as I... and then she confessed me something.Please, don't...don't tell anyone."

"No, no..."

"She went to my new apartment here in Hamburg and she said to me that she wanted to make love with me... that she loved me despite of not having my original boobs...so it happened... after that she never came back to see me again, but we text each other sometimes. She came back with her husband... so as me, I get divorced and I decided to work here."

"Are you...les...?"

"Yeah! Don't be afraid to pronounce the word, Joris... I almost broke up in tears when my lips released the L word. But I say that I'm lesbian now and I'm not afraid anymore.So.,..here we are...we get finished..."

"Oh, it's beautiful...!" Gary said "Look at the mirror, Joris!"

"But, we get the bad news"

She covered the tattoo with a bondage.

"It delays from four to seven days. You are free of showing it. In case of anything, come here, and we'll solve it. If it gets worse, go to the hospital."

"You're in good hands, Joris, don't worry."

"Okay...see ya..."

"Peace!" Sylvie greets making the 'peace' signal.

She didn't made it in years.Not since she met Rafael...

Then someone known was entering to the shop.

"Oh, man, there she goes."

"Petra Frings..."

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUM!!!"

Then, Joris promises:

"No double life, Gary...ok?"

"No.I promise. No double life. Soon the time for them will come... I know".

At the other day, Joris and Gary played for the first time together. Hugs on the pitch means more than just that.
During an interview, he says after the match:

"I tattooed this number because of Gary Medel. It's his age... that tattoo means so much for me...so as he"

His eyes glows and his naked torso shines in front of the camera.
It's all because of love.

THE END
RANCAGUA, AUGUST 11TH, 2010