(fic) This is not a game for children
Title: This is not a game for children (hockey / football crossover)
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Marco Sturm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
The worst thing had been having to show his ID to get served his first beer. No, that was just the worst thing from the last two hours. The bar tender takes a hard look at his photo and Lukas tips a pile of euros on the bar until the guy gives back his ID and mispronounces his last name.
The very worst thing was The Cup. But now Lukas could go for days without thinking about it. So maybe the worst thing now was Bastian.
Not the worst thing ever, war and poverty and starving children and the dying planet were all worse. But it was so hard to concentrate on big tragedies when the little ones kept clogging up his mind.
The beer wasn’t helping. Oh that wasn’t true either, the beer was helping plenty; just it wasn’t helping him think about big disasters. He could concentrate for a second on the problem of hate crimes but then he’d take another sip and think about how Bast slept with his hand under his head and his other hand curled into a loose fist in front of his nose. And Lukas would clamber over him - he slept with his back to the door - and nudge his hand out of the way to kiss him awake.
Beer was for boys drinking anyway; it was just that Lukas was waiting until it was after three until he started into the hard drinks to get himself absolutely hammered.
But, and this thought he can have with shocking clarity not like the problem of child soldiers, what if the vodka he plans on drinking doesn’t work? What if he is left here, teetering on the edge of this stool, drunker and drunker and still thinking too damn much about his own petty problems? There will be no escape then, no way to focus his thoughts on anything but Bast.
Lukas gives it trying to work out what to do next. It’s fucking obvious, he’s in a bar, and next he’s going to have another drink. Drains the rest of his bottle and watches as a guy sits down next to him.
Lukas makes a deal with himself. If the guy’s German he’ll leave cause he doesn’t want to talk about football or football players. If he’s not German he’ll stay and get drunk and chance memories.
The guys orders tequila and Lukas can’t tell where he’s from. Maybe an American businessman who speaks a little of the mothertongue, and he considers moving anyway to be sure, but the beer is settling across his legs making it hard to care about moving.
“You want one?” The guy’s German is good enough to be native, but there is still that twist on his accent Lukas doesn’t care enough to place.
‘Another beer would be good.’ Lukas said, looking to the side noting the guy’s expensive suit and watch, carefully not making eye contact. Lukas realizes then how underdressed he is for the place, the guy sitting next to him in his business clothes and Lukas is wearing jeans and old t-shirt that is probably a size too small for him now.
So he’s not a World Cup champion he’s still a fucking professional and damn good at this. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.
‘I’m Marco.’ The guy, Marco, says without offering to shake hands. Lukas drops his off the bar into his lap in case the shake is offered. His, Marco’s, German is perfect but there’s still something under it.
‘I’m, L… Luke’ Lukas finally replies. The answer seems to satisfy Marco in a way he doesn’t quite understand.
Marco talks, Lukas shuts down any questions about his job, his last name and what he’s doing in town.
Marco says he is a businessman living in the States and Lukas nods, that explains the accent.
They make idle small talk about the weather and the city, Lukas is careful to imply he doesn’t know the area well. Marco says this isn’t his part of Germany either, says he lives in California now and leaves it at that.
Their conversation dries up at about the same time their drinks finish. Talking has left Lukas feeling almost sober at the same time his body feels more sluggishly drunk.
Looking at him only out of the corner of his eye Marco quietly suggests they go to his hotel room. Lukas nods without really thinking about why he’s agreeing. He slides on a baseball cap so no one will recognize him and walks a couple of paces behind Marco out of the bar.
They walk into the hotel lobby, Lukas still trailing behind a little bit. Lukas looks up, he’s never been in this place before, he doesn’t make a point of staying in hotels in cities this close to his hometown. He’s freezing, realizing he left his jacket in the bar, and he crosses his arms around his middle looking around. It’s not a bad looking joint he thinks. The next time he has out of town guests he might put them up here. Marco hustles him to the elevators ignoring the way the porter is trying to catch his eye.
In the room Marco motions his head toward the bed and watches as Lukas sits on the edge. Lukas tosses his cap on the bedside table. The light is low enough that they won’t see each other’s faces anyway.
‘You gonna take your clothes off?’ Marco’s voice is soft and husky, like he’s trying to hide what he’s feeling.
Lukas mentally shrugs before pulling his shirt over this head. It’s been a hell of a long time since he’s been with anyone new. Marco licks his lips and pulls off his suit jacket draping it over the back of a chair. He sits down, loosening his tie and undoing his cuffs.
‘Keep going.’ He says and Lukas kicks his shoes away, tugging his socks off quickly before standing up and undoing the buttons on his jeans. Marco’s eyes immediately go to the skin that’s being revealed, licking his lips again quickly.
Lukas feels a shiver that goes through his middle. It’s kind of a turn-on stripping off his clothes in front of someone fully clothed. It doesn’t matter what he does, he’s never going to see this guy again as long as he lives.
He shoves his jeans down but not his briefs. He just tugs them a bit lower on his hips and waits.
‘All off.’ Marco says, sounds like he’s trying to make it an order but his voice catches.
Lukas smirks. He walks toward Marco, nah that isn’t right, he adds a bit of sway to his hips. Bast would never let him get away with this, he’d just laugh, but this guy doesn’t know him and from the way he’s biting his bottom lip it’s working for him.
‘I’m not going to dance unless there’s music.’ Lukas has no real idea what he means by saying that, just to break the silence and being half pissed it seems a good idea.
Marco smiles then. “I don’t need you to dance.’ He says.
Marco holds his hands out and Lukas takes them, allowing himself to be pulled toward the other man. Lukas shakes his hands free and rests them on Marco’s shoulders. Marco ran his thumbs in circles over Lukas’ hipbones.
‘You’re in good shape.’ Marco sounds sounding surprised.
Lukas looks down. ‘Yeah, I like to keep myself in shape.’ Marco put his hand flat on Lukas’ thigh and pushed like he wanted Lukas to be lower down. Lukas opened to his mouth to ask what he wanted when he saw that Marco had opened his pants and his own cock was pushing at the fabric of his underpants.
Marco put both hands on his hips and tugged him down, more impatiently and Lukas, he doesn’t know why he blames the booze, sinks to his knees in front of the chair. Both of them fumble around until Marco’s pants are off enough for Lukas to go down on him.
Lukas shakes Marco’s hands off when they tangle into his hair there. There is a fucking limit and that is it.
Marco doesn’t push, just arches his hips up and sighs when Lukas sucks his cock into his mouth.
‘Don’t tease.’ Marco orders softly, ‘just suck ok?’ Lukas mentally shrugs and bobs his head up and down. Marco’s moaning like he doesn’t care how much noise he’s making and Lukas gets it. Marco knows they aren’t ever going to see each other again, so he’s working on his own fantasy or whatever.
Lukas slides his hand into his briefs and strokes his cock a few times. He’s getting hard from this. He pulls his hand out and picking Marco’s hands up from the chair arms puts them on his head.
Marco moans louder rocking his hips up harder. Lukas alternates sucking hard with licking the top of Marco’s cock until Marco warns him softy that he’s close. Lukas shrugs trying to work out what the guy is after. If he wanted Lukas on his knees chances are he wants to come in his mouth. Lukas is trying to work it out when Marco jerks harder and Lukas pulls his head back stroking Marco’s dick quickly. He can feel a few splatters against his lips and neck and when Marco slumps back he wipes his face quickly.
Marco passes him a few tissues and Lukas cleans his face and neck off quickly.
Lukas stands up and leans over the chair, but Marco leans back, not letting Lukas kiss him. But he sighs again when Lukas kisses his neck and his jaw. So Marco doesn’t like the taste of come, lots of guys don’t.
Lukas stood up pulling his briefs off quickly and putting Marco’s hand on his cock. Marco stroked him a few times quickly then pulled a couple of condoms out his pocket.
‘Let’s get on the bed.’ He said but Lukas shook his head.
‘Nah, why don’t you suck me off too?’ He finally says. Marco looks surprised and like he’s going to say no but he finally slides a condom onto Lukas and leans forward.
Lukas feels mildly offended but the he looks down to see Marco’s cheeks hollowed over his cock he gets over it. So the guy is cautious, Lukas could be more cautious as well. But it’s been a while between one-night stands.
Lukas leans forward and rests his hands on the back of the chair. Fuck he’s never had a blowjob from this angle before. He can slide a long way down Marco’s throat. It doesn’t last long; Lukas doesn’t bother to warn Marco, not like he’s going to taste anything but rubber anyway.
It feels so fucking good. Not just coming, everything. Lukas laughs and pulls out of Marco’s mouth with a soft slurping noise. He pulls the condom off quickly and tosses on the top of the tissues.
He turns to the bed. ‘Come on then.’ He says over his shoulder, adding a little more strut to his walk has he moves across the room. ‘I thought you had an idea what we could do on the bed?’
….
Lukas whimpered and tried to remember how much he had to drink the night before. His head hurt, his ass hurt and he could feel two places on his throat that would be bruises after his shower.
Marco wouldn’t kiss his mouth but he put his lips almost everywhere else. Lukas swore softly. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He reached a hand out and cautiously pawed at the bed. It didn’t seem like anyone else was here, maybe
‘Shit’. Lukas flinches at how loud Marco swears. ‘I recognize you.’ Lukas freezes. Damn, this is the last thing he needs.
‘You know people tell me I look like him all the time.’ Lukas tries to sound convincing, peeking from under his forearm at Marco standing mostly dressed by the bed.
‘Cause you are him?’ Marco doesn’t sound like he’s about to attempt blackmail though. He sounds… Amused? Lukas takes his arm off his face and sits up. In the light of morning Marco looks…
‘Wait,’ Lukas sits up and scrubs his hand over his face. ‘I recognize you as well. Ice Hockey right?’
‘Yeah.’ Marco laughs. ‘Fuck I wish I had known last night.’
‘So you could talk about football? No fucking thanks.’ Lukas rolls over and watches Marco do up the buttons on his shirt.
‘Not even close to why.’ Marco says, he still sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
‘Why?’ Lukas stretches his hands over his head to work some of the kinks out and admires Marco’s hands; they had felt damn good on his skin last night. ‘Who did you think I was?
‘Not who, what. I thought you were a pro.’ Marco shrugged, ‘I was wondering how much to pay you.’
Lukas rolled on his back and laughed until he had trouble breathing.
‘You don’t have to pay me. I wondered why you took so long to finally go down on me.’ Lukas laughed again and rolled onto his side watching Marco knot his tie.
‘You can pay for the fucking hotel room for that though.’
Marco grinned. ‘Already done. So’. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and crawled to where Lukas was lying. Carefully holding the other man’s face in his hands he kissed Lukas slowly and thoroughly
They pulled back at almost the same time breathing a bit harder.
Marco grinned. ‘Fuck, wish I’d known I could have done that last night.’ He kissed Lukas swiftly on the mouth and pulled back.
‘Some other time maybe?’ he said from the door and Lukas nodded and agreed. They both nodded goodbye and Lukas shook his head and slid down a little under the covers.
His mouth tingles and his body hurts, but he’s not thinking about tragedies or football or anything except his shower and maybe breakfast. He grins at the closing door. Today feels like it’s going to be a good day.
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Marco Sturm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
The worst thing had been having to show his ID to get served his first beer. No, that was just the worst thing from the last two hours. The bar tender takes a hard look at his photo and Lukas tips a pile of euros on the bar until the guy gives back his ID and mispronounces his last name.
The very worst thing was The Cup. But now Lukas could go for days without thinking about it. So maybe the worst thing now was Bastian.
Not the worst thing ever, war and poverty and starving children and the dying planet were all worse. But it was so hard to concentrate on big tragedies when the little ones kept clogging up his mind.
The beer wasn’t helping. Oh that wasn’t true either, the beer was helping plenty; just it wasn’t helping him think about big disasters. He could concentrate for a second on the problem of hate crimes but then he’d take another sip and think about how Bast slept with his hand under his head and his other hand curled into a loose fist in front of his nose. And Lukas would clamber over him - he slept with his back to the door - and nudge his hand out of the way to kiss him awake.
Beer was for boys drinking anyway; it was just that Lukas was waiting until it was after three until he started into the hard drinks to get himself absolutely hammered.
But, and this thought he can have with shocking clarity not like the problem of child soldiers, what if the vodka he plans on drinking doesn’t work? What if he is left here, teetering on the edge of this stool, drunker and drunker and still thinking too damn much about his own petty problems? There will be no escape then, no way to focus his thoughts on anything but Bast.
Lukas gives it trying to work out what to do next. It’s fucking obvious, he’s in a bar, and next he’s going to have another drink. Drains the rest of his bottle and watches as a guy sits down next to him.
Lukas makes a deal with himself. If the guy’s German he’ll leave cause he doesn’t want to talk about football or football players. If he’s not German he’ll stay and get drunk and chance memories.
The guys orders tequila and Lukas can’t tell where he’s from. Maybe an American businessman who speaks a little of the mothertongue, and he considers moving anyway to be sure, but the beer is settling across his legs making it hard to care about moving.
“You want one?” The guy’s German is good enough to be native, but there is still that twist on his accent Lukas doesn’t care enough to place.
‘Another beer would be good.’ Lukas said, looking to the side noting the guy’s expensive suit and watch, carefully not making eye contact. Lukas realizes then how underdressed he is for the place, the guy sitting next to him in his business clothes and Lukas is wearing jeans and old t-shirt that is probably a size too small for him now.
So he’s not a World Cup champion he’s still a fucking professional and damn good at this. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.
‘I’m Marco.’ The guy, Marco, says without offering to shake hands. Lukas drops his off the bar into his lap in case the shake is offered. His, Marco’s, German is perfect but there’s still something under it.
‘I’m, L… Luke’ Lukas finally replies. The answer seems to satisfy Marco in a way he doesn’t quite understand.
Marco talks, Lukas shuts down any questions about his job, his last name and what he’s doing in town.
Marco says he is a businessman living in the States and Lukas nods, that explains the accent.
They make idle small talk about the weather and the city, Lukas is careful to imply he doesn’t know the area well. Marco says this isn’t his part of Germany either, says he lives in California now and leaves it at that.
Their conversation dries up at about the same time their drinks finish. Talking has left Lukas feeling almost sober at the same time his body feels more sluggishly drunk.
Looking at him only out of the corner of his eye Marco quietly suggests they go to his hotel room. Lukas nods without really thinking about why he’s agreeing. He slides on a baseball cap so no one will recognize him and walks a couple of paces behind Marco out of the bar.
They walk into the hotel lobby, Lukas still trailing behind a little bit. Lukas looks up, he’s never been in this place before, he doesn’t make a point of staying in hotels in cities this close to his hometown. He’s freezing, realizing he left his jacket in the bar, and he crosses his arms around his middle looking around. It’s not a bad looking joint he thinks. The next time he has out of town guests he might put them up here. Marco hustles him to the elevators ignoring the way the porter is trying to catch his eye.
In the room Marco motions his head toward the bed and watches as Lukas sits on the edge. Lukas tosses his cap on the bedside table. The light is low enough that they won’t see each other’s faces anyway.
‘You gonna take your clothes off?’ Marco’s voice is soft and husky, like he’s trying to hide what he’s feeling.
Lukas mentally shrugs before pulling his shirt over this head. It’s been a hell of a long time since he’s been with anyone new. Marco licks his lips and pulls off his suit jacket draping it over the back of a chair. He sits down, loosening his tie and undoing his cuffs.
‘Keep going.’ He says and Lukas kicks his shoes away, tugging his socks off quickly before standing up and undoing the buttons on his jeans. Marco’s eyes immediately go to the skin that’s being revealed, licking his lips again quickly.
Lukas feels a shiver that goes through his middle. It’s kind of a turn-on stripping off his clothes in front of someone fully clothed. It doesn’t matter what he does, he’s never going to see this guy again as long as he lives.
He shoves his jeans down but not his briefs. He just tugs them a bit lower on his hips and waits.
‘All off.’ Marco says, sounds like he’s trying to make it an order but his voice catches.
Lukas smirks. He walks toward Marco, nah that isn’t right, he adds a bit of sway to his hips. Bast would never let him get away with this, he’d just laugh, but this guy doesn’t know him and from the way he’s biting his bottom lip it’s working for him.
‘I’m not going to dance unless there’s music.’ Lukas has no real idea what he means by saying that, just to break the silence and being half pissed it seems a good idea.
Marco smiles then. “I don’t need you to dance.’ He says.
Marco holds his hands out and Lukas takes them, allowing himself to be pulled toward the other man. Lukas shakes his hands free and rests them on Marco’s shoulders. Marco ran his thumbs in circles over Lukas’ hipbones.
‘You’re in good shape.’ Marco sounds sounding surprised.
Lukas looks down. ‘Yeah, I like to keep myself in shape.’ Marco put his hand flat on Lukas’ thigh and pushed like he wanted Lukas to be lower down. Lukas opened to his mouth to ask what he wanted when he saw that Marco had opened his pants and his own cock was pushing at the fabric of his underpants.
Marco put both hands on his hips and tugged him down, more impatiently and Lukas, he doesn’t know why he blames the booze, sinks to his knees in front of the chair. Both of them fumble around until Marco’s pants are off enough for Lukas to go down on him.
Lukas shakes Marco’s hands off when they tangle into his hair there. There is a fucking limit and that is it.
Marco doesn’t push, just arches his hips up and sighs when Lukas sucks his cock into his mouth.
‘Don’t tease.’ Marco orders softly, ‘just suck ok?’ Lukas mentally shrugs and bobs his head up and down. Marco’s moaning like he doesn’t care how much noise he’s making and Lukas gets it. Marco knows they aren’t ever going to see each other again, so he’s working on his own fantasy or whatever.
Lukas slides his hand into his briefs and strokes his cock a few times. He’s getting hard from this. He pulls his hand out and picking Marco’s hands up from the chair arms puts them on his head.
Marco moans louder rocking his hips up harder. Lukas alternates sucking hard with licking the top of Marco’s cock until Marco warns him softy that he’s close. Lukas shrugs trying to work out what the guy is after. If he wanted Lukas on his knees chances are he wants to come in his mouth. Lukas is trying to work it out when Marco jerks harder and Lukas pulls his head back stroking Marco’s dick quickly. He can feel a few splatters against his lips and neck and when Marco slumps back he wipes his face quickly.
Marco passes him a few tissues and Lukas cleans his face and neck off quickly.
Lukas stands up and leans over the chair, but Marco leans back, not letting Lukas kiss him. But he sighs again when Lukas kisses his neck and his jaw. So Marco doesn’t like the taste of come, lots of guys don’t.
Lukas stood up pulling his briefs off quickly and putting Marco’s hand on his cock. Marco stroked him a few times quickly then pulled a couple of condoms out his pocket.
‘Let’s get on the bed.’ He said but Lukas shook his head.
‘Nah, why don’t you suck me off too?’ He finally says. Marco looks surprised and like he’s going to say no but he finally slides a condom onto Lukas and leans forward.
Lukas feels mildly offended but the he looks down to see Marco’s cheeks hollowed over his cock he gets over it. So the guy is cautious, Lukas could be more cautious as well. But it’s been a while between one-night stands.
Lukas leans forward and rests his hands on the back of the chair. Fuck he’s never had a blowjob from this angle before. He can slide a long way down Marco’s throat. It doesn’t last long; Lukas doesn’t bother to warn Marco, not like he’s going to taste anything but rubber anyway.
It feels so fucking good. Not just coming, everything. Lukas laughs and pulls out of Marco’s mouth with a soft slurping noise. He pulls the condom off quickly and tosses on the top of the tissues.
He turns to the bed. ‘Come on then.’ He says over his shoulder, adding a little more strut to his walk has he moves across the room. ‘I thought you had an idea what we could do on the bed?’
….
Lukas whimpered and tried to remember how much he had to drink the night before. His head hurt, his ass hurt and he could feel two places on his throat that would be bruises after his shower.
Marco wouldn’t kiss his mouth but he put his lips almost everywhere else. Lukas swore softly. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He reached a hand out and cautiously pawed at the bed. It didn’t seem like anyone else was here, maybe
‘Shit’. Lukas flinches at how loud Marco swears. ‘I recognize you.’ Lukas freezes. Damn, this is the last thing he needs.
‘You know people tell me I look like him all the time.’ Lukas tries to sound convincing, peeking from under his forearm at Marco standing mostly dressed by the bed.
‘Cause you are him?’ Marco doesn’t sound like he’s about to attempt blackmail though. He sounds… Amused? Lukas takes his arm off his face and sits up. In the light of morning Marco looks…
‘Wait,’ Lukas sits up and scrubs his hand over his face. ‘I recognize you as well. Ice Hockey right?’
‘Yeah.’ Marco laughs. ‘Fuck I wish I had known last night.’
‘So you could talk about football? No fucking thanks.’ Lukas rolls over and watches Marco do up the buttons on his shirt.
‘Not even close to why.’ Marco says, he still sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
‘Why?’ Lukas stretches his hands over his head to work some of the kinks out and admires Marco’s hands; they had felt damn good on his skin last night. ‘Who did you think I was?
‘Not who, what. I thought you were a pro.’ Marco shrugged, ‘I was wondering how much to pay you.’
Lukas rolled on his back and laughed until he had trouble breathing.
‘You don’t have to pay me. I wondered why you took so long to finally go down on me.’ Lukas laughed again and rolled onto his side watching Marco knot his tie.
‘You can pay for the fucking hotel room for that though.’
Marco grinned. ‘Already done. So’. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and crawled to where Lukas was lying. Carefully holding the other man’s face in his hands he kissed Lukas slowly and thoroughly
They pulled back at almost the same time breathing a bit harder.
Marco grinned. ‘Fuck, wish I’d known I could have done that last night.’ He kissed Lukas swiftly on the mouth and pulled back.
‘Some other time maybe?’ he said from the door and Lukas nodded and agreed. They both nodded goodbye and Lukas shook his head and slid down a little under the covers.
His mouth tingles and his body hurts, but he’s not thinking about tragedies or football or anything except his shower and maybe breakfast. He grins at the closing door. Today feels like it’s going to be a good day.