Fiction: Uncategorized - Homecoming (Carlos Bocanegra)//RPS - Get Well Soon (Higuain/Garay)
My requests were tainted with sorrow and sex. Here's two that I got finished.
title: Homecoming
word count: 145
rating: PG
warning(s): none
characters: Carlos Bocanegra, Landon Donovan, Clint Dempsey, Tim Howard, flight crew
author’s note: This is for those Yanks that only we can like. Those Yanks that made us believe and then crushed the ember of hope. I’m sorry. For the person who doesn't want to be named.
- - -
Carlos wasn’t the crying type. Nor did he sit around and act all pathetic. He was a man of action and determination.
Except… when you’re on a plane back home from South Africa, how were you supposed to keep your chin high? His home expected him to win or at least go further than he did.
Taking a breath, he glanced around the plane again: Landon had put on smiles for the flight crew but when it came down to it, he ached to stay away from the States. Clint was not for fooling anyone-old ole Texan-and when asked how he felt, he’d mutter something and turn away. On the other hand, Tim was polite and wasn’t quick to upset the flight: a gentlemen of the modern America.
Carlos sighed. The clouds softly danced by as they pushed through the skies back home.
***FICTION***
title: Get Well Soon
word count: 365
rating: PG-13 to soft R
warning(s): slash, drinking, language,
characters: Gonzalo Higuain (your POV), Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos, Alvaro Arbeloa, Ezequiel Garay, Real Madrid F.C.
author's note: This is for july_v 'cause she wanted something nice. :) I hope it's okay. I tried to make it a little different. Also, writing for footiethemepark 003. birthday.
- - -
The party had quieted since its start, partly because the staff had shushed you all so many times. You look around at the remaining players: Iker and Sergio are wrapped up together and talking quietly, Alvaro is attempting to balance the decorations on the table in front of him, many people are leaving in a mob and Ezequiel is hobbling back from the bathroom. The black brace around his knee is unsettling.
“Eze, come sit down.” He smiles as he grabs a drink from the counter and plops beside you. He smells like tequila and that cologne you bought him for his birthday and you notice you’re leaning towards him to take it all in. His skin darkens as he sips on his glass. The color brings you even closer.
“Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?”
Ezequiel looks down at you and grins, shaking his head. It’s a sad look but his eyes sparkle and give him away. Maybe it was the tequila.
“Well, what else would you ask for?”
“I wanted a kiss. It’s kind of… a gift that keeps on giving.”
You lean in. He licks his lips. Those lips. “A kiss?” You taste his breath on your tongue already.
“Yeah…” he breathes and he’s closing the distance. There’s a crash; Alvaro must’ve noticed but you don’t care.
He’s pliable under your mouth and you press down against him, taking his glass from his hand and setting it on the end table. Ezequiel groans, just quiet enough for you to hear and only you.
“Gonza…” he says as he exposes his neck and your mouth latches on to that buttery-brown skin. You set a rhythm as you straddle him and you’re glad you’re on a loveseat and not his scooting section sofa.
Minutes pass and Iker leaves with Sergio but your focus is on Ezequiel.
You sit up and look at him: his satin shirt is disheveled, his hair that he styles so much is sticking up this way and that, his eyes are half closed, his mouth open and puffy.
“Happy birthday.”
“I forgot to mention the other gift I wanted.”
A seductive smile slips across those puffy lips.
title: Homecoming
word count: 145
rating: PG
warning(s): none
characters: Carlos Bocanegra, Landon Donovan, Clint Dempsey, Tim Howard, flight crew
author’s note: This is for those Yanks that only we can like. Those Yanks that made us believe and then crushed the ember of hope. I’m sorry. For the person who doesn't want to be named.
- - -
Carlos wasn’t the crying type. Nor did he sit around and act all pathetic. He was a man of action and determination.
Except… when you’re on a plane back home from South Africa, how were you supposed to keep your chin high? His home expected him to win or at least go further than he did.
Taking a breath, he glanced around the plane again: Landon had put on smiles for the flight crew but when it came down to it, he ached to stay away from the States. Clint was not for fooling anyone-old ole Texan-and when asked how he felt, he’d mutter something and turn away. On the other hand, Tim was polite and wasn’t quick to upset the flight: a gentlemen of the modern America.
Carlos sighed. The clouds softly danced by as they pushed through the skies back home.
***FICTION***
title: Get Well Soon
word count: 365
rating: PG-13 to soft R
warning(s): slash, drinking, language,
characters: Gonzalo Higuain (your POV), Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos, Alvaro Arbeloa, Ezequiel Garay, Real Madrid F.C.
author's note: This is for july_v 'cause she wanted something nice. :) I hope it's okay. I tried to make it a little different. Also, writing for footiethemepark 003. birthday.
- - -
The party had quieted since its start, partly because the staff had shushed you all so many times. You look around at the remaining players: Iker and Sergio are wrapped up together and talking quietly, Alvaro is attempting to balance the decorations on the table in front of him, many people are leaving in a mob and Ezequiel is hobbling back from the bathroom. The black brace around his knee is unsettling.
“Eze, come sit down.” He smiles as he grabs a drink from the counter and plops beside you. He smells like tequila and that cologne you bought him for his birthday and you notice you’re leaning towards him to take it all in. His skin darkens as he sips on his glass. The color brings you even closer.
“Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?”
Ezequiel looks down at you and grins, shaking his head. It’s a sad look but his eyes sparkle and give him away. Maybe it was the tequila.
“Well, what else would you ask for?”
“I wanted a kiss. It’s kind of… a gift that keeps on giving.”
You lean in. He licks his lips. Those lips. “A kiss?” You taste his breath on your tongue already.
“Yeah…” he breathes and he’s closing the distance. There’s a crash; Alvaro must’ve noticed but you don’t care.
He’s pliable under your mouth and you press down against him, taking his glass from his hand and setting it on the end table. Ezequiel groans, just quiet enough for you to hear and only you.
“Gonza…” he says as he exposes his neck and your mouth latches on to that buttery-brown skin. You set a rhythm as you straddle him and you’re glad you’re on a loveseat and not his scooting section sofa.
Minutes pass and Iker leaves with Sergio but your focus is on Ezequiel.
You sit up and look at him: his satin shirt is disheveled, his hair that he styles so much is sticking up this way and that, his eyes are half closed, his mouth open and puffy.
“Happy birthday.”
“I forgot to mention the other gift I wanted.”
A seductive smile slips across those puffy lips.