Fic: There's nothing left to talk about unless it's horizontally
Title: There's nothing left to talk about unless it's horizontally
Beta: fedykaulitz
Rating: 16+
Characters: Dejan Stankovic, Diego Milito, Thiago Motta in any combination (Bonus: Felice Natalino, Cristiano Biraghi)
Warning: slash, threesome, kink, english
Word Count: 1,130 (FDP)
Disclaimer: Not mine, lies, fantasy everywhere. Title from Physical, Olivia Newton-John.
A/N: mini_nanowrimo, somewhere near the end of the month. Following jen_jm's request at PrΔmpting Frenzy @ mercurialmind17
Intro: Couples are breaking, desire is striking: Dejan Stankovic for the win.
There's nothing left to talk about unless it's horizontally
«I should warn you, Cristiano is looking at you as if he’d seen a naked God dancing for him only,» Diego says, stretching his arms slowly, turning a disapproving glare to Dejan’s wide, lazy smile.
«Sweet teens,» he replies with a vague gesture, without interrupting his warming up for the daily training. «It’s always wonderful to be loved and adored, who am I to shatter their fantasies?»
«You are shameless, aren’t you?»
«You and your hideous questions,» Dejan retorts with a grin, getting next to Diego and laying his hand on his friend’s shoulder, «you know I’ll always love you.»
«Now I’m sure you say that to everyone,» Diego laughs, ignoring Dejan’s falsely offended face and the tight grip of his hand on his own back.
«Thought we’d already gone way past that.»
«Not me, stallion. I called myself out of the market for both the genders, at the moment, and you’re a huge temptation I need to avoid.»
«I’m suffering so much,» Deki keeps countering, looking around for his other friends. «Hey, where’s your favorite stalker?»
«Whom are you talking about?»
«Oh-uhm, I love you even more when you try to act all innocent and pure.» Deki finds Cristiano and Felice chatting on the half-way line and smirks to them, making both the boys blush. «Does the one and only Sex Machine love that, too?»
«Enough,» Diego protests. «My past relationships are none of your business, Deki.»
«Past relationships?» Dejan says, slightly worried, but Diego runs away and approaches Esteban and Javier, and he doesn’t come back to him for the rest of the day. Dejan is still thinking those words over even when he accidentally gropes Cristiano and Felice in the mess of the locker-room, hours later.
~
«What’s going on, then?»
«Didn’t he explain that to you, yesterday?»
«You’re not answering me.»
Thiago sighs, lifting his weights for what seems to be the thousandth time, judging by the sweat on his arms and chest and the tense muscles of his legs. «We moved on, Deki. It happens, huh?»
«It… happens? Come on, you were the golden lovebirds, you-» Dejan falls in dead silence for a while, the regular creaks of the weight lifter and Thiago’s fatigued breath the only sounds that can be heard. «Why?» he whispers, sitting down on a bench, quite close to Thiago.
«There isn’t a “why”, when two people break up,» he answers, raising his legs again and again and biting his own lower lip. «Can’t we talk about something else? Injuries, Saturday’s match, something funny?»
«Eye-fuckin’.» Dejan retorts, making Thiago turn his gaze to the ceiling for a moment.
«Guess it could be an improvement,» he mutters, but then he locks eyes with Dejan and feels something warm melting inside him. «I’m happy that your never-ending flirting with the world isn’t always a joke,» he adds with a grateful smile, «but sex isn’t always a solution.»
«You’re right.» Dejan smirks. «And, moreover, I don’t want to seduce a broken-hearted whore in the gym, not even for cheering him up. I’m done with sweating, dead-tired bodies.»
«It would be so easy. You keep people in the right mood for that.» They both keep looking in each other’s eyes, letting their own desires fill their minds without any physical contact; Thiago averts his gaze first.
«Did you see something you didn’t like?» Dejan laughs, standing up as Thiago does the same.
«Nothing that’s going on in your pants,» Thiago says, smiling as well; «Thank you.»
«Tonight at the Meliá?»
«You’re seducing me in the gym to cheer me up, aren’t you?» Thiago answers, surprise breaking in his voice; Dejan leans in and kisses him briefly on the lips.
«No,» he says, pinching Thiago’s right hip while he’s still kissing him, «but it would be nice making out with you again.» Dejan smiles again. «Unless you don’t mind.»
Thiago shook his head, relieved, and kisses Dejan back.
~
«This isn’t a funny joke, Deki.»
«It’s not a joke at all,» Dejan answers, looking directly at Diego’s shocked face; he can feel the Argentinian’s embarassment for the presence of Thiago, who’s pulling his shirt back on with a disappointed face, as well as his annoyance towards him.
«I said that if we split up, it wasn’t anything of your business. And you,» he yells, pointing his finger at Thiago, «I thought we were agreeing on that.»
«Don’t look at me like that,» Thiago says, trying to defend himself from the trial, «I had a date with him.»
«A date?» Diego looks at both of them, a corner of his mouth revealing an ironic smile. «You don’t waste your time for sure. Now, if you don’t need my presence anymore, I’m going to call a taxi. I left my dinner half-finished before you kidnapped me.»
«Diego, stop acting as hysterical as if you were a princess with PMS.» Dejan says these words with a bitter, angry tone neither Diego nor Thiago have ever heard coming from him, and they both pause in silence. «I booked a room for tonight and I asked Thiago to come first. Then I kidnapped you, if you want to say so.» He sighs. «You need to talk.»
« Who said we haven’t already?»
«Your pain. His pain.» Dejan smiles. «You’re avoiding each other. You’re professional enough to to not let this affect your work, but… Well, it would be the second time I’m not trying to take advantage of a splitup in my whole life, so don’t waste my time.» He waves the magnetic keycard in front of their eyes and leaves the room, locking them inside.
With a deep breath, Dejan heads to the 24/7 Lounge Bar of the Meliá.
~
«We needed to talk,» Diego says, even if both him and Thiago aren’t surprised to see Dejan coming back into the room, neither Dejan is umconfortable to see them half-naked on the bed.
Dejan grins as he closes the door behind himself. «It’s awkward to talk with your teeth on his neck,» he notices, making him blush. «There are at least two pervs in this room, but I’m the bitch whatsoever.»
«Pervs don’t go bitching in public» Thiago retorts. Diego pats his hand once or twice on the bed.
«Is that an official request for a threesome?» Dejan laughs, scratching his head.
«It’s not fair that you invited just Thiago for a quickie. I demand a compensation for this offence» Diego grins, spreading his legs as Thiago steps aside and makes room for Dejan on the bed, undressing him as he kisses Diego.
«Your shyness is just acting: you’re actually shameless» Dejan breathes, moaning as Thiago bites him on the naked shoulder. «Both of you.»
«The three of us are» Thiago whispers, watching Dejan as he rubs inside Diego.
«And that’s okay» Diego mutters as he stifles a loud moan against his own fist. Dejan’s grin closes on the white skin of his neck, leaving a red mark next to the already faded ones.
Beta: fedykaulitz
Rating: 16+
Characters: Dejan Stankovic, Diego Milito, Thiago Motta in any combination (Bonus: Felice Natalino, Cristiano Biraghi)
Warning: slash, threesome, kink, english
Word Count: 1,130 (FDP)
Disclaimer: Not mine, lies, fantasy everywhere. Title from Physical, Olivia Newton-John.
A/N: mini_nanowrimo, somewhere near the end of the month. Following jen_jm's request at PrΔmpting Frenzy @ mercurialmind17
Intro: Couples are breaking, desire is striking: Dejan Stankovic for the win.
There's nothing left to talk about unless it's horizontally
«I should warn you, Cristiano is looking at you as if he’d seen a naked God dancing for him only,» Diego says, stretching his arms slowly, turning a disapproving glare to Dejan’s wide, lazy smile.
«Sweet teens,» he replies with a vague gesture, without interrupting his warming up for the daily training. «It’s always wonderful to be loved and adored, who am I to shatter their fantasies?»
«You are shameless, aren’t you?»
«You and your hideous questions,» Dejan retorts with a grin, getting next to Diego and laying his hand on his friend’s shoulder, «you know I’ll always love you.»
«Now I’m sure you say that to everyone,» Diego laughs, ignoring Dejan’s falsely offended face and the tight grip of his hand on his own back.
«Thought we’d already gone way past that.»
«Not me, stallion. I called myself out of the market for both the genders, at the moment, and you’re a huge temptation I need to avoid.»
«I’m suffering so much,» Deki keeps countering, looking around for his other friends. «Hey, where’s your favorite stalker?»
«Whom are you talking about?»
«Oh-uhm, I love you even more when you try to act all innocent and pure.» Deki finds Cristiano and Felice chatting on the half-way line and smirks to them, making both the boys blush. «Does the one and only Sex Machine love that, too?»
«Enough,» Diego protests. «My past relationships are none of your business, Deki.»
«Past relationships?» Dejan says, slightly worried, but Diego runs away and approaches Esteban and Javier, and he doesn’t come back to him for the rest of the day. Dejan is still thinking those words over even when he accidentally gropes Cristiano and Felice in the mess of the locker-room, hours later.
~
«What’s going on, then?»
«Didn’t he explain that to you, yesterday?»
«You’re not answering me.»
Thiago sighs, lifting his weights for what seems to be the thousandth time, judging by the sweat on his arms and chest and the tense muscles of his legs. «We moved on, Deki. It happens, huh?»
«It… happens? Come on, you were the golden lovebirds, you-» Dejan falls in dead silence for a while, the regular creaks of the weight lifter and Thiago’s fatigued breath the only sounds that can be heard. «Why?» he whispers, sitting down on a bench, quite close to Thiago.
«There isn’t a “why”, when two people break up,» he answers, raising his legs again and again and biting his own lower lip. «Can’t we talk about something else? Injuries, Saturday’s match, something funny?»
«Eye-fuckin’.» Dejan retorts, making Thiago turn his gaze to the ceiling for a moment.
«Guess it could be an improvement,» he mutters, but then he locks eyes with Dejan and feels something warm melting inside him. «I’m happy that your never-ending flirting with the world isn’t always a joke,» he adds with a grateful smile, «but sex isn’t always a solution.»
«You’re right.» Dejan smirks. «And, moreover, I don’t want to seduce a broken-hearted whore in the gym, not even for cheering him up. I’m done with sweating, dead-tired bodies.»
«It would be so easy. You keep people in the right mood for that.» They both keep looking in each other’s eyes, letting their own desires fill their minds without any physical contact; Thiago averts his gaze first.
«Did you see something you didn’t like?» Dejan laughs, standing up as Thiago does the same.
«Nothing that’s going on in your pants,» Thiago says, smiling as well; «Thank you.»
«Tonight at the Meliá?»
«You’re seducing me in the gym to cheer me up, aren’t you?» Thiago answers, surprise breaking in his voice; Dejan leans in and kisses him briefly on the lips.
«No,» he says, pinching Thiago’s right hip while he’s still kissing him, «but it would be nice making out with you again.» Dejan smiles again. «Unless you don’t mind.»
Thiago shook his head, relieved, and kisses Dejan back.
~
«This isn’t a funny joke, Deki.»
«It’s not a joke at all,» Dejan answers, looking directly at Diego’s shocked face; he can feel the Argentinian’s embarassment for the presence of Thiago, who’s pulling his shirt back on with a disappointed face, as well as his annoyance towards him.
«I said that if we split up, it wasn’t anything of your business. And you,» he yells, pointing his finger at Thiago, «I thought we were agreeing on that.»
«Don’t look at me like that,» Thiago says, trying to defend himself from the trial, «I had a date with him.»
«A date?» Diego looks at both of them, a corner of his mouth revealing an ironic smile. «You don’t waste your time for sure. Now, if you don’t need my presence anymore, I’m going to call a taxi. I left my dinner half-finished before you kidnapped me.»
«Diego, stop acting as hysterical as if you were a princess with PMS.» Dejan says these words with a bitter, angry tone neither Diego nor Thiago have ever heard coming from him, and they both pause in silence. «I booked a room for tonight and I asked Thiago to come first. Then I kidnapped you, if you want to say so.» He sighs. «You need to talk.»
« Who said we haven’t already?»
«Your pain. His pain.» Dejan smiles. «You’re avoiding each other. You’re professional enough to to not let this affect your work, but… Well, it would be the second time I’m not trying to take advantage of a splitup in my whole life, so don’t waste my time.» He waves the magnetic keycard in front of their eyes and leaves the room, locking them inside.
With a deep breath, Dejan heads to the 24/7 Lounge Bar of the Meliá.
~
«We needed to talk,» Diego says, even if both him and Thiago aren’t surprised to see Dejan coming back into the room, neither Dejan is umconfortable to see them half-naked on the bed.
Dejan grins as he closes the door behind himself. «It’s awkward to talk with your teeth on his neck,» he notices, making him blush. «There are at least two pervs in this room, but I’m the bitch whatsoever.»
«Pervs don’t go bitching in public» Thiago retorts. Diego pats his hand once or twice on the bed.
«Is that an official request for a threesome?» Dejan laughs, scratching his head.
«It’s not fair that you invited just Thiago for a quickie. I demand a compensation for this offence» Diego grins, spreading his legs as Thiago steps aside and makes room for Dejan on the bed, undressing him as he kisses Diego.
«Your shyness is just acting: you’re actually shameless» Dejan breathes, moaning as Thiago bites him on the naked shoulder. «Both of you.»
«The three of us are» Thiago whispers, watching Dejan as he rubs inside Diego.
«And that’s okay» Diego mutters as he stifles a loud moan against his own fist. Dejan’s grin closes on the white skin of his neck, leaving a red mark next to the already faded ones.