awkward!javi strikes again
title teach me how to dougie
rating nc-17
word count 1,327
pairing javi martinez/iker muniain
summary remember how i kept saying a while back that i would write how iker taught javi how to give blowjobs? i finally did! loosely based on this incident and dedicated to dreamofthem, part of your trifecta of bday fics!
In hindsight, Javi should've known that listening to Iker wouldn't turn out well.
It's not a bad night, all things considered, he supposes. It's pretty standard from his end, at least; a few drinks in and still awkward, still giggling when one of the girls talks to him. He's the only one still fully clothed (or, not fully clothed, but still wearing a shirt) and he feels awkward for it, but it's been so long that he feels like it might be more awkward if he were to take the shirt off.
Iker, on the other hand, has been happily wearing only his boxer shorts for the better part of an hour. Javi tries to keep his eyes from wandering to Iker's torso, but it's hard.
The girls don't seem to notice, though; one of them tries to get him to loosen up, tells him it's cute when he laughs. Javi laughs more at that, and then blushes. It sucks, feeling so self-conscious in Iker's house, because he usually doesn't feel awkward at all in Iker's house. He usually wanders around in his underwear and eats dry cereal on the couch here on days off, and sometimes he and Iker have karaoke contests. He shouldn't feel weird here, but he does, because it isn't just him and Iker right now.
"Muni," he whines. "Why are you getting the laptop?"
"'Cause I can't find my camera, hermano," Iker says, as if it's obvious. He pulls up the webcam and Javi groans. "Smile, puta!"
The girls crowd around the camera, smiling, and one of them tucks her head near Iker's abdomen. Javi doesn't know what to do- everyone else is sort of hunched over, and he feels taller than usual. He tries to smile when the camera goes, but he isn't sure if he made it.
"I think I blinked," he says.
"Again, then!" Iker demands.
"I hate you," Javi tells him.
"No you don't," Iker shrugs, and it's true, so Javi smiles for the second picture. "I need to pee," Iker announces. "Come with."
"Are we girls?" Javi asks as Iker drags him up the stairs. "Peeing together?"
"Dude, you would die if I left you down there by yourself with two drunk girls," Iker says. "Or they'd get bored and leave."
Javi groans. "I'm hopeless," he agrees.
"Yes," Iker says. "You are entirely hopeless. 'S okay, I still like you."
"Great," Javi says, closing the door to the bathroom. "I'll die alone, but you'll still like me."
Iker snorts. "Whatever, I bet I give better head than either of those girls," he says. "You're lucky to have me."
"Wait, what?" Javi says. "Have you- with a guy?"
"Yeah, sure," Iker says. "Couple times."
"I've never," Javi says.
"Of course you haven't," Iker laughs. "Have you even gotten a hummer from a girl?"
"Yes!" Javi protests.
"But you've never given one," Iker continues.
"No," Javi says.
"Want to?"
Javi considers. "I don't know how."
Iker shrugs. "I'll show you. That way you'll be ready for Fer, or whoever."
"Fer?" Javi asks, confused even when Iker pulls his pants down and runs his hands over his thighs. "Why Fer?"
"I dunno, you like him, don't you?" Iker asks. He pulls Javi's half-hard dick out of his underwear and starts stroking him. Javi grabs the towel rack behind him to keep himself upright. Iker's hands are calloused and rough but it's good anyway. Javi likes it.
He says as much. "I like this," he says.
Iker winks at him. "You'll like this even better," he says, and Javi's about to ask like what? when Iker drops to his knees and slides his lips over the head of Javi's dick.
He only takes the tip, tonguing the slit and working the rest with his hand, but Javi's knees buckle and his head hits the wall hard. "Oh," he chokes out, his voice embarrassingly high.
Iker takes more of him, his lips meeting his hand, but he can't fit all of Javi in his mouth, so he keeps his hand at the base. Javi can't help himself, tries to push his hips forward, but Iker glares up at him and holds his hips with his other hand.
"Trying to choke me, hermano?" he asks when he pulls off. He keeps stroking Javi's dick, the slick of his spit making the slide more comfortable. "You're a big motherfucker."
"Sorry," Javi says, because he doesn't know what else to say. He knows he's big, they've had measuring contests in the locker room.
"'S okay," Iker says. "I like it, but. I also like breathing."
Javi's going to reply, but he forgets what he wants to say when Iker starts licking up and down the sides of his cock. Iker doesn't seem to mind.
"Your turn," he says eventually, sitting back on his heels, and Javi makes a noise of protest, because he wasn't about to come, but it was still good, and he kind of never wanted it to end.
"How?" he asks. Iker stands up.
"I just gave you a practical demonstration, what else do you need?" Iker laughs. He pushes his boxers down and lets them pool around his ankes. "C'mere."
Javi gets on his knees. The bathroom tile is uncomfortable. "Closer," Iker says, so Javi moves closer. "Now just- suck it, I don't know what else to tell you, man," Iker says. "Don't go for it all at once. Use your hand too."
Javi takes the head of Iker's cock into his mouth. He tastes like sweat and boy and salt, and it's not a good taste, really, but it's not the worst thing Javi's ever tasted, so he wraps his hand around the base and hollows out his cheeks.
"Oh shit, yeah, Javi," Iker says. "Good, yeah, like that." Somehow, Javi isn't surprised that Iker starts babbling. "Use your tongue, c'mon, can you take more? Take more, I want- oh, joder, yeah, Javi-"
There's a knock on the bathroom door.
"Almost done? We need to pee," someone says outside, and Javi's eyes widen. Iker puts his hand on Javi's hair, just petting.
"Yeah, give us a sec," Iker calls, and his voice is rough and low.
"Okay," comes the reply, and Javi pulls off of Iker's dick.
"We'll work on swallowing later," Iker says. "Get up, let me-" Javi stands and Iker wraps his hand around Javi's dick. "Come on, you do me too, we gotta speed this up," Iker says, so Javi takes Iker's dick and his hand covers most of it. He's surprised- Iker isn't exactly small. Iker looks down and groans.
"You're just big all over, hermano," he says, laughing a little, and he leans forward to bite Javi's shoulder to keep himself from getting too loud. It surprises Javi, when Iker digs his teeth in, and he surprises himself even more when he comes, suddenly and without enough warning, spilling all over Iker's hand.
Iker laughs. "You like that? You like biting?"
"Uh," Javi stutters. "I guess so?"
"Good to know," Iker says, and Javi twists his wrist, getting impatient.
"Calm down," Iker snaps, and bats Javi's hand away, finishing himself off. He comes, splatters Javi's hip, and moans.
"I wanted to," Javi protests.
"Next time," Iker promises. "Put your shirt back on."
"Next time?" Javi asks. He pulls his pants and jersey back on. Iker grabs a tissue and cleans off his hand before pulling his boxers up.
"You said you liked it," Iker says. "Unless you'd rather someone else."
"No!" Javi says, too quickly. "Uh, I mean. This is good?"
Iker laughs. "This is good," he says, opening the door of the bathroom. The two girls are waiting on the landing of the stairs. "All yours," he tells them, and traipses downstairs. "Want nachos?" he asks Javi. "I'm hungry."
"Sure," Javi says, and follows Iker into the kitchen.
After a few minutes, because it's just the two of them, he takes his shirt off.
rating nc-17
word count 1,327
pairing javi martinez/iker muniain
summary remember how i kept saying a while back that i would write how iker taught javi how to give blowjobs? i finally did! loosely based on this incident and dedicated to dreamofthem, part of your trifecta of bday fics!
In hindsight, Javi should've known that listening to Iker wouldn't turn out well.
It's not a bad night, all things considered, he supposes. It's pretty standard from his end, at least; a few drinks in and still awkward, still giggling when one of the girls talks to him. He's the only one still fully clothed (or, not fully clothed, but still wearing a shirt) and he feels awkward for it, but it's been so long that he feels like it might be more awkward if he were to take the shirt off.
Iker, on the other hand, has been happily wearing only his boxer shorts for the better part of an hour. Javi tries to keep his eyes from wandering to Iker's torso, but it's hard.
The girls don't seem to notice, though; one of them tries to get him to loosen up, tells him it's cute when he laughs. Javi laughs more at that, and then blushes. It sucks, feeling so self-conscious in Iker's house, because he usually doesn't feel awkward at all in Iker's house. He usually wanders around in his underwear and eats dry cereal on the couch here on days off, and sometimes he and Iker have karaoke contests. He shouldn't feel weird here, but he does, because it isn't just him and Iker right now.
"Muni," he whines. "Why are you getting the laptop?"
"'Cause I can't find my camera, hermano," Iker says, as if it's obvious. He pulls up the webcam and Javi groans. "Smile, puta!"
The girls crowd around the camera, smiling, and one of them tucks her head near Iker's abdomen. Javi doesn't know what to do- everyone else is sort of hunched over, and he feels taller than usual. He tries to smile when the camera goes, but he isn't sure if he made it.
"I think I blinked," he says.
"Again, then!" Iker demands.
"I hate you," Javi tells him.
"No you don't," Iker shrugs, and it's true, so Javi smiles for the second picture. "I need to pee," Iker announces. "Come with."
"Are we girls?" Javi asks as Iker drags him up the stairs. "Peeing together?"
"Dude, you would die if I left you down there by yourself with two drunk girls," Iker says. "Or they'd get bored and leave."
Javi groans. "I'm hopeless," he agrees.
"Yes," Iker says. "You are entirely hopeless. 'S okay, I still like you."
"Great," Javi says, closing the door to the bathroom. "I'll die alone, but you'll still like me."
Iker snorts. "Whatever, I bet I give better head than either of those girls," he says. "You're lucky to have me."
"Wait, what?" Javi says. "Have you- with a guy?"
"Yeah, sure," Iker says. "Couple times."
"I've never," Javi says.
"Of course you haven't," Iker laughs. "Have you even gotten a hummer from a girl?"
"Yes!" Javi protests.
"But you've never given one," Iker continues.
"No," Javi says.
"Want to?"
Javi considers. "I don't know how."
Iker shrugs. "I'll show you. That way you'll be ready for Fer, or whoever."
"Fer?" Javi asks, confused even when Iker pulls his pants down and runs his hands over his thighs. "Why Fer?"
"I dunno, you like him, don't you?" Iker asks. He pulls Javi's half-hard dick out of his underwear and starts stroking him. Javi grabs the towel rack behind him to keep himself upright. Iker's hands are calloused and rough but it's good anyway. Javi likes it.
He says as much. "I like this," he says.
Iker winks at him. "You'll like this even better," he says, and Javi's about to ask like what? when Iker drops to his knees and slides his lips over the head of Javi's dick.
He only takes the tip, tonguing the slit and working the rest with his hand, but Javi's knees buckle and his head hits the wall hard. "Oh," he chokes out, his voice embarrassingly high.
Iker takes more of him, his lips meeting his hand, but he can't fit all of Javi in his mouth, so he keeps his hand at the base. Javi can't help himself, tries to push his hips forward, but Iker glares up at him and holds his hips with his other hand.
"Trying to choke me, hermano?" he asks when he pulls off. He keeps stroking Javi's dick, the slick of his spit making the slide more comfortable. "You're a big motherfucker."
"Sorry," Javi says, because he doesn't know what else to say. He knows he's big, they've had measuring contests in the locker room.
"'S okay," Iker says. "I like it, but. I also like breathing."
Javi's going to reply, but he forgets what he wants to say when Iker starts licking up and down the sides of his cock. Iker doesn't seem to mind.
"Your turn," he says eventually, sitting back on his heels, and Javi makes a noise of protest, because he wasn't about to come, but it was still good, and he kind of never wanted it to end.
"How?" he asks. Iker stands up.
"I just gave you a practical demonstration, what else do you need?" Iker laughs. He pushes his boxers down and lets them pool around his ankes. "C'mere."
Javi gets on his knees. The bathroom tile is uncomfortable. "Closer," Iker says, so Javi moves closer. "Now just- suck it, I don't know what else to tell you, man," Iker says. "Don't go for it all at once. Use your hand too."
Javi takes the head of Iker's cock into his mouth. He tastes like sweat and boy and salt, and it's not a good taste, really, but it's not the worst thing Javi's ever tasted, so he wraps his hand around the base and hollows out his cheeks.
"Oh shit, yeah, Javi," Iker says. "Good, yeah, like that." Somehow, Javi isn't surprised that Iker starts babbling. "Use your tongue, c'mon, can you take more? Take more, I want- oh, joder, yeah, Javi-"
There's a knock on the bathroom door.
"Almost done? We need to pee," someone says outside, and Javi's eyes widen. Iker puts his hand on Javi's hair, just petting.
"Yeah, give us a sec," Iker calls, and his voice is rough and low.
"Okay," comes the reply, and Javi pulls off of Iker's dick.
"We'll work on swallowing later," Iker says. "Get up, let me-" Javi stands and Iker wraps his hand around Javi's dick. "Come on, you do me too, we gotta speed this up," Iker says, so Javi takes Iker's dick and his hand covers most of it. He's surprised- Iker isn't exactly small. Iker looks down and groans.
"You're just big all over, hermano," he says, laughing a little, and he leans forward to bite Javi's shoulder to keep himself from getting too loud. It surprises Javi, when Iker digs his teeth in, and he surprises himself even more when he comes, suddenly and without enough warning, spilling all over Iker's hand.
Iker laughs. "You like that? You like biting?"
"Uh," Javi stutters. "I guess so?"
"Good to know," Iker says, and Javi twists his wrist, getting impatient.
"Calm down," Iker snaps, and bats Javi's hand away, finishing himself off. He comes, splatters Javi's hip, and moans.
"I wanted to," Javi protests.
"Next time," Iker promises. "Put your shirt back on."
"Next time?" Javi asks. He pulls his pants and jersey back on. Iker grabs a tissue and cleans off his hand before pulling his boxers up.
"You said you liked it," Iker says. "Unless you'd rather someone else."
"No!" Javi says, too quickly. "Uh, I mean. This is good?"
Iker laughs. "This is good," he says, opening the door of the bathroom. The two girls are waiting on the landing of the stairs. "All yours," he tells them, and traipses downstairs. "Want nachos?" he asks Javi. "I'm hungry."
"Sure," Javi says, and follows Iker into the kitchen.
After a few minutes, because it's just the two of them, he takes his shirt off.