"I think we gave him wanking material for a week"
Fernando bent over to stretch, pulling his hat a little tighter and shoving his fists further into the coat hoping to gather warmth. He loved the city, but he hated the cold. His body still wasn’t used to the rain beating down or the harsh winds.
As he bent over, he felt hands gently brushing his body. He didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Stevie. Only Stevie would touch him like that in front of the whole team. Fernando caught Stevie’s eye and Fernando saw a glimmer of something, and he knew Stevie was up to no good.
“I have a surprise for you”
“What is it?
Stevie only shook his head meaning this wasn’t up for debate. Whatever (or whomever) was going to be kept secret and there was no way he’d ever find out. He’s begged many times for Stevie to do or tell something but it’s only on Stevie’s watch.
They go through training and Fernando forgets all about his surprise. Stevie must not, as he throws in a few extra touches and whispers and Fernando groans when no one else is around to stop from thinking about it.
As he made his way into the dressing room he tried to catch a glimpse of his captain, to see if he could gather anything but there was nothing. No extra touch or smile or sign that gave anything away. Fernando bit his lip in frustration but shook his head. Never mind, he’d be finding out soon enough.
Fernando showered quickly and he wrapped his towel around his waist when he felt a breath on his ear. He shivered and closed his eyes in bliss when he felt hands skirting around his waist. He knew immediately it was Stevie and he leaned back into the Scouser’s touch.
“I’ll be at your house. Make yourself comfortable.”
Fernando rushed to get dressed and to do as his captain told him. The house was empty, Olalla being out with friends and family. She was happy for you, no doubt, but you asked for a few hours to spend with the lads and she happily agreed. Fernando felt bad sure, but the attraction to Stevie was too strong to deny.
The knock came but Fernando didn’t bother to get up. He knew it was Stevie and he wasn’t wrong when his captain stepped inside. The lust inside Fernando was growing and he could barely contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to push Stevie against the wall and drop to his knees to worship his captain.
He doesn’t though and it’s as if Stevie reads his mind. He pats Fernando’s cheek on the way to the fridge, telling him to be patient; wait for their guest.
Fernando has a million names running through his head. He and Stevie have done this before, with various members. Xabi, Alvaro, Daniel, and hell even Finns. Whatever (or whomever) Fernando asks, Stevie complies. That’s the difference. Stevie may not bow down to anyone else or end up on his knees saying please but well. This is Fernando we are talking about.
Stevie grabs two beers from the fridge and hands one to Fernando who gulps it down like a thirsty puppy. He knows a few more will have him drunk and doing something he might not like (or remember) so he’ll take it slow for now. He wants to remember this night.
The knock at the door makes Fernando look at Stevie who only winks and goes to get the door. Fernando can’t see down the hall nor hear the voices and it’s frustrating but as the footsteps gets closer, Fernando’s heart races a little faster. To be shocked would be an understatement.
Fernando had mentioned something a few weeks back, in a post coital suggestion. He only sort of meant it at the time but ever since then it had been growing on him. A replacement to Daniel of sorts. Daniel was a bit of a bastard at times, and someone Fernando would rather not even bother trying with again. Leave that for Finns to deal with.
Fernando licks his lips in anticipation. Stevie looks smug. Martin looks scared as fuck. God only knows what Stevie said to him. Poor bastard has no idea what is in stored for him tonight. He will soon enough.
Stevie tells him to make himself comfortable; Stevie will just get them all drinks. Martin does as he’s told, sitting on the opposite end of the couch while Fernando inches closer. Martin looks around nervously as Stevie hands him his drink. Stevie stands behind the couch as Fernando gets close enough to reach out and touch Martin. He doesn’t, but he plucks Martin’s drink from his hand.
“You know Martin, I’m afraid Stevie didn’t invite you here to talk.”
“He didn’t?”
Fernando shakes his head and turns Martin’s head to face his gaze. Martin still refuses to meet his gaze but a firmer grip on his jaw has him staring straight into Fernando’s eyes.
“No. He didn’t. I think we can find something else to occupy our time yes?”
With that Fernando crashes their mouths together and Martin tries to pull back but Stevie won’t allow it. A bit of prodding has Martin opening up and letting Fernando deepen the kiss. A moan from somewhere echoes in the silent room and has Stevie running his hands over the blonde locks of Fernando and the shaved head of Martin.
Martin makes the first, move and clasps his head to Fernando’s head and if Fernando’s mouth wasn’t already occupied, he’d smirk. Stevie does it for him and mutters “God you two are fucking hot together” and Martin internally marks it as a victory.
They finally pull apart and Fernando beckons Stevie to stand in front of him and Stevie does that and Fernando looks over Stevie, making extra care to eye the already forming bulge.
“We need to punish Stevie, don’t you think? He lied to us.”
Martin just numbly nods and watches as Fernando’s fingers reach out to pull Stevie’s shirt up and then to trace his tongue over a nipple before pulling back and sliding his jeans down to reveal that his not, their captain has gone commando. Fernando makes a disapproving noise, reaching his hand out to tug not so lightly on Stevie’s cock who gasps and glares at their star striker.
“Mmm that’s better Martin don’t you think?”
Martin is too focused on Stevie’s cock to nod or say anything else and Fernando has to fight back giggles. He knows from firsthand experience that Stevie’s cock deserves such worship. He leans in to whisper in Martin’s ear, his breathy voice causing shivers to run down Martin’s spine.
“Go on and get on your knees. He’ll fucking love it Martin, I swear. Use those lips and that tongue. I bet you’ll make him scream.”
Martin’s eyes glaze over even more and he let’s out a quiet moan only Fernando hears, but he pushes Martin lightly before the Slovakian is on his knees, his captain’s cock hitting the back of his throat. He gags and Fernando gets down, whispering guidance and encouragement.
“Pull back just a bit, flatten your tongue.”
Martin does as he’s told and he runs it over the slit and Stevie bucks his hips and Martin takes it as a sign for him to go on. He ventures into deeper waters but with Fernando by his side and the moans coming from above, he figures he’s doing a good job. He almost doesn’t realize Stevie’s coming till the warm, salty liquid is filling his mouth and he can’t do anything else but to swallow.
He pulls back and Fernando kisses him, tasting Stevie on his tongue and he’s hungry and horny for more. Stevie rubs his hand over Martin’s head again, and he knows that he was good; it’s Stevie sign of affection and Martin takes it as such. Fernando looks up to Stevie and pleads. He’s aching inside his jeans and his fingers graze slightly over the material. Stevie hauls him to his feet and tears his clothes from him. Fernando sighs in relief and leans into Stevie’s touch.
“Fuck me Stevie. Please fuck me.”
Stevie goes off to find condoms and lube and when he does, he tosses them to Martin who catches them, shocked.
“Prepare him for me.”
Martin moves to the floor where Fernando is position on his hands and knees and lust begins to build once again. He’s never quite done this sober before so it’s going to take a bit of time before he remembers. Martin coats his fingers with generous amounts, warming it but Stevie stops him.
“Use your tongue first,” he whispers, “he’ll fucking love it.”
Martin hesitates but an encouraging nod from Stevie has him moving forward, his tongue shyly poking out. Fernando cries out on shaky arms at just the slightest touch and it spurs Martin on. A bit farther in and Fernando is begging for Martin, Stevie, for anyone to fuck him please, just please give him mercy.
Martin slides both fingers in and curls them and Fernand trembles and his eyes are dark and glazed and his bottom lip his sucked between his teeth and he’s never looked more fuckable then in this moment. Stevie moves Martin away and slides the condom on before coating it in lube and sliding in. His body is telling him to throw all caution to the wind but he gives Fernando a few moments to adjust before sliding out and slamming in.
Fernando groans and tries to grasp at the carpet. His knees are going to be rubbed raw by tomorrow and his body is going to ache like no other but he doesn’t care. All he cares about his Stevie behind him. Stevie knows when to move, when to adjust to hit the spot, just how much Fernando can take; they don’t have just a perfect partnership on the field.
Fernando reaches out for Martin who is feverously stroking his cock. He moves to kiss Fernando and then he is coming on himself and he doesn’t move. Stevie comes watching the sight before him and he rests his forehead against Fernando’s sweaty neck, biting down hard. Fernando whines and both Stevie and Martin curl their hand around Fernando’s cock, stroking until the striker is shaking and that’s it.
All three of them lie spent on the floor. Fernando rolls over to whisper a thank you and place a gentle kiss on Stevie’s lips. Martin looks away from it; after all he feels like he’s intruding. He feels a hand on his shoulder and Fernando is pulling him closer.
“Thank you. From both of us.”
Fernando kisses him and so does Stevie and Martin can only blush and grin. Stevie gets a towel for them and Martin dresses. He better get back home and they both walk him to the door.
“Anytime Martin. You’re welcome anytime.”
He leaves and Fernando looks to Stevie who is wearing a smug smile. Fernando only shakes his head and moves towards the bedroom. His limbs are aching and he knows they aren’t done for the night.
“I think we gave him wanking material for a week.”
“More like a month.”
As he bent over, he felt hands gently brushing his body. He didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Stevie. Only Stevie would touch him like that in front of the whole team. Fernando caught Stevie’s eye and Fernando saw a glimmer of something, and he knew Stevie was up to no good.
“I have a surprise for you”
“What is it?
Stevie only shook his head meaning this wasn’t up for debate. Whatever (or whomever) was going to be kept secret and there was no way he’d ever find out. He’s begged many times for Stevie to do or tell something but it’s only on Stevie’s watch.
They go through training and Fernando forgets all about his surprise. Stevie must not, as he throws in a few extra touches and whispers and Fernando groans when no one else is around to stop from thinking about it.
As he made his way into the dressing room he tried to catch a glimpse of his captain, to see if he could gather anything but there was nothing. No extra touch or smile or sign that gave anything away. Fernando bit his lip in frustration but shook his head. Never mind, he’d be finding out soon enough.
Fernando showered quickly and he wrapped his towel around his waist when he felt a breath on his ear. He shivered and closed his eyes in bliss when he felt hands skirting around his waist. He knew immediately it was Stevie and he leaned back into the Scouser’s touch.
“I’ll be at your house. Make yourself comfortable.”
Fernando rushed to get dressed and to do as his captain told him. The house was empty, Olalla being out with friends and family. She was happy for you, no doubt, but you asked for a few hours to spend with the lads and she happily agreed. Fernando felt bad sure, but the attraction to Stevie was too strong to deny.
The knock came but Fernando didn’t bother to get up. He knew it was Stevie and he wasn’t wrong when his captain stepped inside. The lust inside Fernando was growing and he could barely contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to push Stevie against the wall and drop to his knees to worship his captain.
He doesn’t though and it’s as if Stevie reads his mind. He pats Fernando’s cheek on the way to the fridge, telling him to be patient; wait for their guest.
Fernando has a million names running through his head. He and Stevie have done this before, with various members. Xabi, Alvaro, Daniel, and hell even Finns. Whatever (or whomever) Fernando asks, Stevie complies. That’s the difference. Stevie may not bow down to anyone else or end up on his knees saying please but well. This is Fernando we are talking about.
Stevie grabs two beers from the fridge and hands one to Fernando who gulps it down like a thirsty puppy. He knows a few more will have him drunk and doing something he might not like (or remember) so he’ll take it slow for now. He wants to remember this night.
The knock at the door makes Fernando look at Stevie who only winks and goes to get the door. Fernando can’t see down the hall nor hear the voices and it’s frustrating but as the footsteps gets closer, Fernando’s heart races a little faster. To be shocked would be an understatement.
Fernando had mentioned something a few weeks back, in a post coital suggestion. He only sort of meant it at the time but ever since then it had been growing on him. A replacement to Daniel of sorts. Daniel was a bit of a bastard at times, and someone Fernando would rather not even bother trying with again. Leave that for Finns to deal with.
Fernando licks his lips in anticipation. Stevie looks smug. Martin looks scared as fuck. God only knows what Stevie said to him. Poor bastard has no idea what is in stored for him tonight. He will soon enough.
Stevie tells him to make himself comfortable; Stevie will just get them all drinks. Martin does as he’s told, sitting on the opposite end of the couch while Fernando inches closer. Martin looks around nervously as Stevie hands him his drink. Stevie stands behind the couch as Fernando gets close enough to reach out and touch Martin. He doesn’t, but he plucks Martin’s drink from his hand.
“You know Martin, I’m afraid Stevie didn’t invite you here to talk.”
“He didn’t?”
Fernando shakes his head and turns Martin’s head to face his gaze. Martin still refuses to meet his gaze but a firmer grip on his jaw has him staring straight into Fernando’s eyes.
“No. He didn’t. I think we can find something else to occupy our time yes?”
With that Fernando crashes their mouths together and Martin tries to pull back but Stevie won’t allow it. A bit of prodding has Martin opening up and letting Fernando deepen the kiss. A moan from somewhere echoes in the silent room and has Stevie running his hands over the blonde locks of Fernando and the shaved head of Martin.
Martin makes the first, move and clasps his head to Fernando’s head and if Fernando’s mouth wasn’t already occupied, he’d smirk. Stevie does it for him and mutters “God you two are fucking hot together” and Martin internally marks it as a victory.
They finally pull apart and Fernando beckons Stevie to stand in front of him and Stevie does that and Fernando looks over Stevie, making extra care to eye the already forming bulge.
“We need to punish Stevie, don’t you think? He lied to us.”
Martin just numbly nods and watches as Fernando’s fingers reach out to pull Stevie’s shirt up and then to trace his tongue over a nipple before pulling back and sliding his jeans down to reveal that his not, their captain has gone commando. Fernando makes a disapproving noise, reaching his hand out to tug not so lightly on Stevie’s cock who gasps and glares at their star striker.
“Mmm that’s better Martin don’t you think?”
Martin is too focused on Stevie’s cock to nod or say anything else and Fernando has to fight back giggles. He knows from firsthand experience that Stevie’s cock deserves such worship. He leans in to whisper in Martin’s ear, his breathy voice causing shivers to run down Martin’s spine.
“Go on and get on your knees. He’ll fucking love it Martin, I swear. Use those lips and that tongue. I bet you’ll make him scream.”
Martin’s eyes glaze over even more and he let’s out a quiet moan only Fernando hears, but he pushes Martin lightly before the Slovakian is on his knees, his captain’s cock hitting the back of his throat. He gags and Fernando gets down, whispering guidance and encouragement.
“Pull back just a bit, flatten your tongue.”
Martin does as he’s told and he runs it over the slit and Stevie bucks his hips and Martin takes it as a sign for him to go on. He ventures into deeper waters but with Fernando by his side and the moans coming from above, he figures he’s doing a good job. He almost doesn’t realize Stevie’s coming till the warm, salty liquid is filling his mouth and he can’t do anything else but to swallow.
He pulls back and Fernando kisses him, tasting Stevie on his tongue and he’s hungry and horny for more. Stevie rubs his hand over Martin’s head again, and he knows that he was good; it’s Stevie sign of affection and Martin takes it as such. Fernando looks up to Stevie and pleads. He’s aching inside his jeans and his fingers graze slightly over the material. Stevie hauls him to his feet and tears his clothes from him. Fernando sighs in relief and leans into Stevie’s touch.
“Fuck me Stevie. Please fuck me.”
Stevie goes off to find condoms and lube and when he does, he tosses them to Martin who catches them, shocked.
“Prepare him for me.”
Martin moves to the floor where Fernando is position on his hands and knees and lust begins to build once again. He’s never quite done this sober before so it’s going to take a bit of time before he remembers. Martin coats his fingers with generous amounts, warming it but Stevie stops him.
“Use your tongue first,” he whispers, “he’ll fucking love it.”
Martin hesitates but an encouraging nod from Stevie has him moving forward, his tongue shyly poking out. Fernando cries out on shaky arms at just the slightest touch and it spurs Martin on. A bit farther in and Fernando is begging for Martin, Stevie, for anyone to fuck him please, just please give him mercy.
Martin slides both fingers in and curls them and Fernand trembles and his eyes are dark and glazed and his bottom lip his sucked between his teeth and he’s never looked more fuckable then in this moment. Stevie moves Martin away and slides the condom on before coating it in lube and sliding in. His body is telling him to throw all caution to the wind but he gives Fernando a few moments to adjust before sliding out and slamming in.
Fernando groans and tries to grasp at the carpet. His knees are going to be rubbed raw by tomorrow and his body is going to ache like no other but he doesn’t care. All he cares about his Stevie behind him. Stevie knows when to move, when to adjust to hit the spot, just how much Fernando can take; they don’t have just a perfect partnership on the field.
Fernando reaches out for Martin who is feverously stroking his cock. He moves to kiss Fernando and then he is coming on himself and he doesn’t move. Stevie comes watching the sight before him and he rests his forehead against Fernando’s sweaty neck, biting down hard. Fernando whines and both Stevie and Martin curl their hand around Fernando’s cock, stroking until the striker is shaking and that’s it.
All three of them lie spent on the floor. Fernando rolls over to whisper a thank you and place a gentle kiss on Stevie’s lips. Martin looks away from it; after all he feels like he’s intruding. He feels a hand on his shoulder and Fernando is pulling him closer.
“Thank you. From both of us.”
Fernando kisses him and so does Stevie and Martin can only blush and grin. Stevie gets a towel for them and Martin dresses. He better get back home and they both walk him to the door.
“Anytime Martin. You’re welcome anytime.”
He leaves and Fernando looks to Stevie who is wearing a smug smile. Fernando only shakes his head and moves towards the bedroom. His limbs are aching and he knows they aren’t done for the night.
“I think we gave him wanking material for a week.”
“More like a month.”