5 Sergio picture drabbles: [1/5] Birthday boy [Sergio/Iker]
Title: birthday boy
Author: last_panda
Pairing: Sergio/Iker
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~750
Disclaimer: this is an entirely fictional story with fictional characters. Any resemblance to real life is a coincidence.
Summery: What does Sergio want for his birthday?
Notes: Based on this picture from adorerdollylux. She says it’s from Sergio’s birthday, but idk which one, so I just said his 19th, because young!Sergio/Iker is hot hot hot!
"It's my birthday," Sergio tells him.
"Ah," Iker nods. He knows already; of course he knows. "19 huh. Old enough to know better."
"What was that?" and Sergio is tackling him, trying to wrestle him to the ground, and Iker is dodging to the side, but there's no way he can out-dodge Sergio's defender's thighs (thighs and calves and hips and eyes, oh god eyes, that never ever lose their man, and Iker doesn't want to be lost by those eyes, not really). "What was that?" Sergio asks again, and he's laughing like this is the best day of his whole entire life, and maybe it is. And Iker can't help but be drawn in by that laugh, and so he slows down, and lets Sergio catch him, laughing along with as they tumble to the ground.
Sergio tries to smirk triumphantly from his position on top Iker's chest, but he dissolves into giggles instead, and resorts to thumping Iker's chest with the heal of his hand to demonstrate that he has won. And Iker's glad that Sergio's eyes are three fourths squinted shut with laughing, so he can't see the stupidly fond way that Iker is looking up at him, how even the fact that Sergio is pinning him to the cold, muddy ground can’t blunt Iker’s affection for the younger man. Sergio finally stops laughing long enough to form words, and demands once more, "now what was that, Iker?" and he's smirking down at Iker like the cat that has gotten into the cream.
Iker smiles back up at him, but there's just a hint of tightness around his eyes, a hint of 'yes I'm teasing you, but I really do mean this' in his words. "I said you're 19 now, you're old enough to know better," Iker repeats with a quiet smile, and Sergio leans in closer to hear him, closer than is really necessary.
"Old enough to know better than what?" Sergio whispers back, and he's smiling, like this is all a joke, but his eyes on Iker's are brimming with so much emotion, Iker has to glance away, has to swallow as he tries to reply.
Iker's laughing, his face is smiling, but inside he's wondering when this all got so serious. But it's something that needs to be said, and if he doesn't say it now, he may never. "Old enough to know better than to waste your time with perverted old men," he says, his voice soft enough it's for Sergio's ears only.
Sergio is smirking broadly now. "Well if I see any, I'll keep that in mind," he tells Iker. "Besides," and now his breath is ghosting over Iker's face as Sergio nudges across his chin and cheeks and lips with his nose, "aren't I old enough to know what I want now too?" And his tongue darts out and wets those sinfully full lips, and Iker has completely forgotten about all the people that surround them, completely forgotten about the training pitch they're laying on, completely forgotten about everything but the warm weight that is pinning him to the cold ground. Iker can’t even feel it any more, not the damp that’s probably seeping through his practice kit, not the mud that’s turning the blue cloth brown, because the two of them are off in their own little world together: nothing else exists.
"Well, you're the birthday boy, and the birthday boy should always get what he wants..." Iker breaths, unconsciously licking his own lips, and-
"Oi! You two! Stop making out over there and get back to practice, yeah?" The amused voice of Raul brings reality crashing back around them.
Sergio lifts his head and looks over his shoulder, pouting at Raul, his lower lip impossibly red and full and glistening from where he licked it earlier. "It's my birthday~!" he calls back, "you should leave me alone!"
His teammates respond with good-natured acknowledgment and heckling, but it's too late, Iker is already pushing Sergio up off of himself, and squirming out from under him. Sergio swings his head back around to level his pout at Iker, but discovers that Iker’s face is right next to his, his breath ghosting over Sergio's ear. "Birthday boy will get his present. Later," Iker promises, his voice nothing but a low rumble. And as he stands to turn away, he catches sight of the expression on Sergio's face, and it's a smile of complete happiness, like he has everything in the world he ever wanted, right here, right now.
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Author: last_panda
Pairing: Sergio/Iker
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~750
Disclaimer: this is an entirely fictional story with fictional characters. Any resemblance to real life is a coincidence.
Summery: What does Sergio want for his birthday?
Notes: Based on this picture from adorerdollylux. She says it’s from Sergio’s birthday, but idk which one, so I just said his 19th, because young!Sergio/Iker is hot hot hot!
"It's my birthday," Sergio tells him.
"Ah," Iker nods. He knows already; of course he knows. "19 huh. Old enough to know better."
"What was that?" and Sergio is tackling him, trying to wrestle him to the ground, and Iker is dodging to the side, but there's no way he can out-dodge Sergio's defender's thighs (thighs and calves and hips and eyes, oh god eyes, that never ever lose their man, and Iker doesn't want to be lost by those eyes, not really). "What was that?" Sergio asks again, and he's laughing like this is the best day of his whole entire life, and maybe it is. And Iker can't help but be drawn in by that laugh, and so he slows down, and lets Sergio catch him, laughing along with as they tumble to the ground.
Sergio tries to smirk triumphantly from his position on top Iker's chest, but he dissolves into giggles instead, and resorts to thumping Iker's chest with the heal of his hand to demonstrate that he has won. And Iker's glad that Sergio's eyes are three fourths squinted shut with laughing, so he can't see the stupidly fond way that Iker is looking up at him, how even the fact that Sergio is pinning him to the cold, muddy ground can’t blunt Iker’s affection for the younger man. Sergio finally stops laughing long enough to form words, and demands once more, "now what was that, Iker?" and he's smirking down at Iker like the cat that has gotten into the cream.
Iker smiles back up at him, but there's just a hint of tightness around his eyes, a hint of 'yes I'm teasing you, but I really do mean this' in his words. "I said you're 19 now, you're old enough to know better," Iker repeats with a quiet smile, and Sergio leans in closer to hear him, closer than is really necessary.
"Old enough to know better than what?" Sergio whispers back, and he's smiling, like this is all a joke, but his eyes on Iker's are brimming with so much emotion, Iker has to glance away, has to swallow as he tries to reply.
Iker's laughing, his face is smiling, but inside he's wondering when this all got so serious. But it's something that needs to be said, and if he doesn't say it now, he may never. "Old enough to know better than to waste your time with perverted old men," he says, his voice soft enough it's for Sergio's ears only.
Sergio is smirking broadly now. "Well if I see any, I'll keep that in mind," he tells Iker. "Besides," and now his breath is ghosting over Iker's face as Sergio nudges across his chin and cheeks and lips with his nose, "aren't I old enough to know what I want now too?" And his tongue darts out and wets those sinfully full lips, and Iker has completely forgotten about all the people that surround them, completely forgotten about the training pitch they're laying on, completely forgotten about everything but the warm weight that is pinning him to the cold ground. Iker can’t even feel it any more, not the damp that’s probably seeping through his practice kit, not the mud that’s turning the blue cloth brown, because the two of them are off in their own little world together: nothing else exists.
"Well, you're the birthday boy, and the birthday boy should always get what he wants..." Iker breaths, unconsciously licking his own lips, and-
"Oi! You two! Stop making out over there and get back to practice, yeah?" The amused voice of Raul brings reality crashing back around them.
Sergio lifts his head and looks over his shoulder, pouting at Raul, his lower lip impossibly red and full and glistening from where he licked it earlier. "It's my birthday~!" he calls back, "you should leave me alone!"
His teammates respond with good-natured acknowledgment and heckling, but it's too late, Iker is already pushing Sergio up off of himself, and squirming out from under him. Sergio swings his head back around to level his pout at Iker, but discovers that Iker’s face is right next to his, his breath ghosting over Sergio's ear. "Birthday boy will get his present. Later," Iker promises, his voice nothing but a low rumble. And as he stands to turn away, he catches sight of the expression on Sergio's face, and it's a smile of complete happiness, like he has everything in the world he ever wanted, right here, right now.
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