For nilsi_pilsifan
Title: 2,000 Miles
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely and 100% not true, and not intended as an expression of any belief in this being real.
Recipient: nilsi_pilsifan. Enjoy! Happy winter holiday!
Notes: Title from the Pretenders song of the same name. Takes place in early December.
It was a little selfish of him. He'd admit to that. But it was sort of around Christmas, he'd been going through months of brain-sapping rehabilitation, and he was Michael Ballack. Those things all meant that he could take off a bit of time to be selfish. And he was responsible about it, at least. He'd cleared a trip to Germany with the club and his trainer. Simone and the kids were at Simone's parents' house, being spoiled.
He smiled when he rang Torsten's doorbell, feeling smug about his planning abilities. He'd thought of everything. It was rare that things came together so well, particularly where scheduling was concerned, and he felt that his pride was completely justified. He so rarely had to plan everything that it was a real occasion when it came off.
"You actually showed up," Torsten said when he opened the door, smiling wryly. His hair hung in the messy, unstyled curls that always distracted Michael and he was wearing another one of those basketball shirts, light blue. On his feet were tiger-claw slippers, the ones that had made Michael laugh when he'd first seen them. They looked a little darker now, more broken in, and there was a purple spot on the white fur of one.
"What were you expecting?" Michael grinned broadly, unable to stop himself.
"You to show up tomorrow, after getting lost somewhere around L¸beck, with your phone left in a taxicab…" Torsten grinned teasingly, stepping back to invite Michael into his house.
"I only did that once," Michael protested with a laugh, unwinding the scarf from his neck and tossing it over a table. "It fell out of my pocket."
"Uh-huh."
"Really. I've kept a good hand on it since then." Michael tapped his pocket and smiled. "See, right here."
"Just don't leave it in Bremen." Torsten tugged on the lapel of Michael's coat, bringing the other man closer. "As much as it'd be funny to see who you're calling."
"Mainly you." Michael went easily, that same goofy grin on his face.
"You're so lame," Torsten chuckled, eyes bright. He wound his hand in Michael's jacket and kissed him firmly. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," Michael murmured, melting just a little against Torsten, speaking nearly against his lips. "But hey, I'm here now, yeah?"
"Mmm. Yeah." Torsten slid his hand down, gripping tight to the curve of Michael's ass. "Welcome back. Bremen is full of sights. Let's start with the bedroom."
"I've heard good things." Michael followed as Torsten went upstairs, wrist caught in the other man's grip.
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed." Torsten wrapped his hands in the lapels of Michael's jacket again, pushing it off and away. Michael grinned eagerly as Torsten backed him towards the bed, falling back when his calves hit the edge. Torsten crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning him down completely.
Michael moaned, his mouth falling open against Torsten's, and the other man took the opportunity without hesitating, flattening his hand against the back of his head and kissing him breathless, demanding. Michael could do nothing but arch against him, rub against him with needy whispers that were lost into the kiss. When Torsten pulled back Michael was breathless and dazed.
"Shoes," Torsten murmured, looking just slightly behind him.
Michael blinked once, taking a moment before the word and the instruction behind it made sense to him. He tried to lean forward but was unable to move past Torsten. "Er. I can't-"
Torsten moved away, pulling off his shirt as he did, Michael grunted as he untied his stubborn shoes, sending them spinning away from the bed once the laces were done. He pulled off his shirt, eager to get everything off as quickly as he could, managing not to get himself entangled despite his haste. Torsten was staring at him with an absolutely predatory expression on his face, and Michael licked his lips, caught. He slid back against the bed, taking in Torsten's smirk, the messy curls around his face, the dusting of hair across his chest and his powerful body. He never failed to make Michael want, powerfully, especially after a long absence. Like this, he was mesmerizing.
Torsten eased forward and pinned down Michael's shoulders, kissing him firmly as he returned to straddling Michael's hips. He ground down against the other man, demanding and possessive, and Michael was helpless against the onslaught. Not that he would have fought back. His cock pressed eagerly against Torsten, flushed and hard, increasingly needy proof of how much the other man affected him. He groaned as Torsten licked his neck, and full-out whimpered as Torsten's teeth sunk in. "Oh God, Torsten, please…"
"Already?" Torsten purred against Michael's neck, dark amusement in his eyes as he looked up at Michael's flushed face. He slid his hand across the edge of Michael's stomach, fingernails pressing in just slightly to make Michael whimper again. He knew what would frustrate him and what would make him frenzied. Michael bit his lip and twisted his head back, trying for more friction on his erection, for anything that Torsten would give him. Torsten purred in triumph. "God, you're so hot like this."
"Damn it, please…" Michael begged again, meeting Torsten's eyes, trying to inject all the need and desire he was feeling into that look. He gripped the back of Torsten's thigh, fingers digging into the defined muscle, and tried to pull him down. He couldn't think beyond Torsten and the immediacy of his desire. His cock strained upwards, red and flushed, starting to ache with need. "Fuck me, damn it, Torsten!"
Torsten licked across Michael's jaw before grabbing the lube he'd left on the bedside table. "Love it when you talk like that," he murmured into Michael's ear, sitting back just a little as he spread lube across his fingers. "Needy and begging." He smirked and fell back, moving down, and started to ease his finger inside of Michael. "Looks good on you."
Michael spread out his legs in anticipation, twisting upward again. "Yeah, well, you're good." He was not particularly eloquent in these situations. He couldn't think of words when Torsten was working his fingers into him like this. "God, Torsten, yes…"
Deft fingers prod and stretch Michael open, thrusting inside of him, teasing him. Michael was almost convinced that he would be coming before Torsten even got inside of him, and he whimpered and squirmed to try and get more friction anyway. It felt too good to hold back on. Torsten pulls out his fingers abruptly and Michael whined in protest.
That drew another pleased, lascivious grin from Torsten as he got a good grip around Michael's hipbones. Michael canted his hips up as Torsten pressed forward, sliding the tip of his erection into Michael's waiting ass. They moaned in unison as Torsten pushed forward, burying himself fully inside, balls flush against Michael's slick skin. Michael was hypnotized by the sweat that sticks Torsten's hair to his cheek. "Yes, fuck, yes…"
Torsten agreed with his hips, pulling out to thrust back in. He held to Michael's hipbones tightly as he buried himself as deep as he could, trying to get further with each twist of his hips. Michael twisted one leg around Torsten, trying to get more, to encourage him to go faster. He begged with every twist of his hands, every press of his heel against Torsten's thigh, and Torsten responded in kind, increasing the force of his thrusts, making them harder, more urgent, driving his cock into Michael with the force they both craved.
It was perfect. Michael didn't throw the term around but being like this, with Torsten's cock up his ass, the pressure and pleasure ever increasing, was perfect. His own cock throbbed between their bodies, increasingly demanding. Michael reached down between them to find that Torsten had beaten him there, one strong hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezing with just the right amount of force. Michael's eyes rolled back. He lasted just another few thrusts before coming hard, shoving his body upwards, crying out onto the air above him. He's still dazed when Torsten comes, groaning and then falling on top of him.
Michael blinked at the ceiling for a few minutes as Torsten panted into his neck. "God. Torsten."
"Good to see you." Torsten looked bleary himself as he pulled just slightly away from Michael, rolling onto his side and stretching before molding himself back against the other man. "Missed you."
"Missed you too." Michael smiled and ran his hand through Torsten's sweat-slick hair. "But hey, I made it back, didn't I?"
"You did." Torsten smiled back, broad and open. "I'm glad you did."
Michael just pulled Torsten to him and kissed him sweetly.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Completely and 100% not true, and not intended as an expression of any belief in this being real.
Recipient: nilsi_pilsifan. Enjoy! Happy winter holiday!
Notes: Title from the Pretenders song of the same name. Takes place in early December.
It was a little selfish of him. He'd admit to that. But it was sort of around Christmas, he'd been going through months of brain-sapping rehabilitation, and he was Michael Ballack. Those things all meant that he could take off a bit of time to be selfish. And he was responsible about it, at least. He'd cleared a trip to Germany with the club and his trainer. Simone and the kids were at Simone's parents' house, being spoiled.
He smiled when he rang Torsten's doorbell, feeling smug about his planning abilities. He'd thought of everything. It was rare that things came together so well, particularly where scheduling was concerned, and he felt that his pride was completely justified. He so rarely had to plan everything that it was a real occasion when it came off.
"You actually showed up," Torsten said when he opened the door, smiling wryly. His hair hung in the messy, unstyled curls that always distracted Michael and he was wearing another one of those basketball shirts, light blue. On his feet were tiger-claw slippers, the ones that had made Michael laugh when he'd first seen them. They looked a little darker now, more broken in, and there was a purple spot on the white fur of one.
"What were you expecting?" Michael grinned broadly, unable to stop himself.
"You to show up tomorrow, after getting lost somewhere around L¸beck, with your phone left in a taxicab…" Torsten grinned teasingly, stepping back to invite Michael into his house.
"I only did that once," Michael protested with a laugh, unwinding the scarf from his neck and tossing it over a table. "It fell out of my pocket."
"Uh-huh."
"Really. I've kept a good hand on it since then." Michael tapped his pocket and smiled. "See, right here."
"Just don't leave it in Bremen." Torsten tugged on the lapel of Michael's coat, bringing the other man closer. "As much as it'd be funny to see who you're calling."
"Mainly you." Michael went easily, that same goofy grin on his face.
"You're so lame," Torsten chuckled, eyes bright. He wound his hand in Michael's jacket and kissed him firmly. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," Michael murmured, melting just a little against Torsten, speaking nearly against his lips. "But hey, I'm here now, yeah?"
"Mmm. Yeah." Torsten slid his hand down, gripping tight to the curve of Michael's ass. "Welcome back. Bremen is full of sights. Let's start with the bedroom."
"I've heard good things." Michael followed as Torsten went upstairs, wrist caught in the other man's grip.
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed." Torsten wrapped his hands in the lapels of Michael's jacket again, pushing it off and away. Michael grinned eagerly as Torsten backed him towards the bed, falling back when his calves hit the edge. Torsten crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning him down completely.
Michael moaned, his mouth falling open against Torsten's, and the other man took the opportunity without hesitating, flattening his hand against the back of his head and kissing him breathless, demanding. Michael could do nothing but arch against him, rub against him with needy whispers that were lost into the kiss. When Torsten pulled back Michael was breathless and dazed.
"Shoes," Torsten murmured, looking just slightly behind him.
Michael blinked once, taking a moment before the word and the instruction behind it made sense to him. He tried to lean forward but was unable to move past Torsten. "Er. I can't-"
Torsten moved away, pulling off his shirt as he did, Michael grunted as he untied his stubborn shoes, sending them spinning away from the bed once the laces were done. He pulled off his shirt, eager to get everything off as quickly as he could, managing not to get himself entangled despite his haste. Torsten was staring at him with an absolutely predatory expression on his face, and Michael licked his lips, caught. He slid back against the bed, taking in Torsten's smirk, the messy curls around his face, the dusting of hair across his chest and his powerful body. He never failed to make Michael want, powerfully, especially after a long absence. Like this, he was mesmerizing.
Torsten eased forward and pinned down Michael's shoulders, kissing him firmly as he returned to straddling Michael's hips. He ground down against the other man, demanding and possessive, and Michael was helpless against the onslaught. Not that he would have fought back. His cock pressed eagerly against Torsten, flushed and hard, increasingly needy proof of how much the other man affected him. He groaned as Torsten licked his neck, and full-out whimpered as Torsten's teeth sunk in. "Oh God, Torsten, please…"
"Already?" Torsten purred against Michael's neck, dark amusement in his eyes as he looked up at Michael's flushed face. He slid his hand across the edge of Michael's stomach, fingernails pressing in just slightly to make Michael whimper again. He knew what would frustrate him and what would make him frenzied. Michael bit his lip and twisted his head back, trying for more friction on his erection, for anything that Torsten would give him. Torsten purred in triumph. "God, you're so hot like this."
"Damn it, please…" Michael begged again, meeting Torsten's eyes, trying to inject all the need and desire he was feeling into that look. He gripped the back of Torsten's thigh, fingers digging into the defined muscle, and tried to pull him down. He couldn't think beyond Torsten and the immediacy of his desire. His cock strained upwards, red and flushed, starting to ache with need. "Fuck me, damn it, Torsten!"
Torsten licked across Michael's jaw before grabbing the lube he'd left on the bedside table. "Love it when you talk like that," he murmured into Michael's ear, sitting back just a little as he spread lube across his fingers. "Needy and begging." He smirked and fell back, moving down, and started to ease his finger inside of Michael. "Looks good on you."
Michael spread out his legs in anticipation, twisting upward again. "Yeah, well, you're good." He was not particularly eloquent in these situations. He couldn't think of words when Torsten was working his fingers into him like this. "God, Torsten, yes…"
Deft fingers prod and stretch Michael open, thrusting inside of him, teasing him. Michael was almost convinced that he would be coming before Torsten even got inside of him, and he whimpered and squirmed to try and get more friction anyway. It felt too good to hold back on. Torsten pulls out his fingers abruptly and Michael whined in protest.
That drew another pleased, lascivious grin from Torsten as he got a good grip around Michael's hipbones. Michael canted his hips up as Torsten pressed forward, sliding the tip of his erection into Michael's waiting ass. They moaned in unison as Torsten pushed forward, burying himself fully inside, balls flush against Michael's slick skin. Michael was hypnotized by the sweat that sticks Torsten's hair to his cheek. "Yes, fuck, yes…"
Torsten agreed with his hips, pulling out to thrust back in. He held to Michael's hipbones tightly as he buried himself as deep as he could, trying to get further with each twist of his hips. Michael twisted one leg around Torsten, trying to get more, to encourage him to go faster. He begged with every twist of his hands, every press of his heel against Torsten's thigh, and Torsten responded in kind, increasing the force of his thrusts, making them harder, more urgent, driving his cock into Michael with the force they both craved.
It was perfect. Michael didn't throw the term around but being like this, with Torsten's cock up his ass, the pressure and pleasure ever increasing, was perfect. His own cock throbbed between their bodies, increasingly demanding. Michael reached down between them to find that Torsten had beaten him there, one strong hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezing with just the right amount of force. Michael's eyes rolled back. He lasted just another few thrusts before coming hard, shoving his body upwards, crying out onto the air above him. He's still dazed when Torsten comes, groaning and then falling on top of him.
Michael blinked at the ceiling for a few minutes as Torsten panted into his neck. "God. Torsten."
"Good to see you." Torsten looked bleary himself as he pulled just slightly away from Michael, rolling onto his side and stretching before molding himself back against the other man. "Missed you."
"Missed you too." Michael smiled and ran his hand through Torsten's sweat-slick hair. "But hey, I made it back, didn't I?"
"You did." Torsten smiled back, broad and open. "I'm glad you did."
Michael just pulled Torsten to him and kissed him sweetly.