Play Me
Title: Play Me
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: M. Skrtel/M. Kelly
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: For elf_md who wanted anything with Skrtel.
This is totally porny. And has been written while I watch two matches at the same time (Chelsea-Man Utd and Duisburg-Cottbus) so there are probably a lot of mistakes.
I switch between their POVs but it should be clear who's who in each part.
I'm not sure about this, but let's pretent one of them has freckles, because I swore to have at least one freckly character in each fic ;)
Martin woke up feeling warm and relaxed and it took him a moment to blink away the sleep, but then memories from the night before brought a smile to his lips. He rolled over, intending on snuggling up against the man he was expecting to be in bed with him, only to find Skrtel's side of the bed empty. It was then that he realized that he could hear music from the living room.
Looking around the room as he flung back the covers, Martin found his boxers and grabbed Skrtel's dress shirt that he had worn to the dinner last night and put it on. As he buttoned the shirt lopsidedly, he noticed a button was missing.
Martin grinned, remembering vividly how that must have happened. Still grinning, he brought the collar of the shirt up to his nose. It smelled of Skrtel.
~
Looking up from the keys, Martin's fingers tripped over a note or two as he saw his lover standing in the doorway, in his white shirt, the top part left to fall open, revealing Kelly's chest. Martin continued to play as he came to stand leaning up against the piano.
When he finished the piece he stood, pulled Kelly close and kissed him deeply.
"You're awake." He smiled at him.
He had woken up almost an hour before and been debating with himself weather or not to wake Kelly. He had wanted him so bad, but he had looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there, that he hadn't been able to bring himself to disturb his sleep. So finally he had gotten out of bed and had tried to distract himself at the piano; now that he was awake though, Martin wanted nothing more than to get Kelly back to bed.
~
Martin knew that Skrtel wanted to go back to bed, but he couldn't help asking.
"Play some more?" He felt the other's hesitation and pouted a tiny bit. "Please, Martin? Just one?"
He knew Skrtel wouldn't be able to say no and smiled to himself as he pulled him beside himself on the bench and began another piece that sounded vaguely familiar.
As Skrtel played, Martin rested his hand on Skrtel's leg and began running it up and down from his knee up to mid thigh and back down, slowly and methodically, in time with the music he was playing. Going up further each time, closer and closer to his crotch, teasing him. Skrtel groaned but continued to play, Martin's hand firm on his upper thigh and then brushing against the bulge in his pants.
~
Martin knew that this man was trying to drive him crazy as he tried to keep concentrating on the music.
Kelly's hand tightened on his dick and he moaned and missed the key. Kelly softly chuckled as he heard the wrong note and his moan. Martin almost stopped playing completely as his lover slipped off the bench and knelt between his knees. He guessed he would have to play the rest without the pedals.
Martin gasped as Kelly unzipped his pants and he stopped playing altogether when Kelly released his cock from the confines of his boxers.
Mischievous eyes looked up at him and Kelly licked his lips before saying: "Keep playing, baby."
With a groan Martin started back where he had left off, as Kelly's hand began to slide up and down his cock with a firm tight grip, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them in his palm.
The notes were becoming more and more sporadic now as Martin's self-control and concentration unravelled. He felt Kelly's wet tongue dart out and lick the underside of his shaft, and immediately his hands came off the keys and wove their way into his hair.
~
Martin pulled back when he heard the music stop and looked up at his lover and smiled a wicked little grin.
"I wont play unless you do."
He loved the power he had over Skrtel right now and smiled to himself, revelling in this change.
As Skrtel went back to playing, Martin wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. He sucked at the tip and swirled his tongue around. As Martin ran his tongue along the underside of Skrtel's thick hard dick, he moved his lips along the shaft as far as he possibly could until most of his cock was in his mouth. Tightening his lips and tightening his hands on Skrtel's thighs, he began to bob his head in time to the music.
As the music crescendoed, Skrtel began to tense up.
"Oh gods, Martin" he moaned "I'm going... to come..."
Just as he played the final chords he erupted in to Martin's mouth and he greedily swallowed it all.
As Skrtel tried to compose himself, Martin crawled up onto his lap and wrapped his legs around his waist and arms around his neck and let his head rest on his shoulder. They sat there for a moment, in each others arms, until Martin whispered: "Encore?"
Skrtel chuckled and whispered back: "Oh, that was just the prelude."
Martin laughed as Skrtel stood up and dragged him back to bed.
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R
Pairing: M. Skrtel/M. Kelly
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: For elf_md who wanted anything with Skrtel.
This is totally porny. And has been written while I watch two matches at the same time (Chelsea-Man Utd and Duisburg-Cottbus) so there are probably a lot of mistakes.
I switch between their POVs but it should be clear who's who in each part.
I'm not sure about this, but let's pretent one of them has freckles, because I swore to have at least one freckly character in each fic ;)
Martin woke up feeling warm and relaxed and it took him a moment to blink away the sleep, but then memories from the night before brought a smile to his lips. He rolled over, intending on snuggling up against the man he was expecting to be in bed with him, only to find Skrtel's side of the bed empty. It was then that he realized that he could hear music from the living room.
Looking around the room as he flung back the covers, Martin found his boxers and grabbed Skrtel's dress shirt that he had worn to the dinner last night and put it on. As he buttoned the shirt lopsidedly, he noticed a button was missing.
Martin grinned, remembering vividly how that must have happened. Still grinning, he brought the collar of the shirt up to his nose. It smelled of Skrtel.
~
Looking up from the keys, Martin's fingers tripped over a note or two as he saw his lover standing in the doorway, in his white shirt, the top part left to fall open, revealing Kelly's chest. Martin continued to play as he came to stand leaning up against the piano.
When he finished the piece he stood, pulled Kelly close and kissed him deeply.
"You're awake." He smiled at him.
He had woken up almost an hour before and been debating with himself weather or not to wake Kelly. He had wanted him so bad, but he had looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there, that he hadn't been able to bring himself to disturb his sleep. So finally he had gotten out of bed and had tried to distract himself at the piano; now that he was awake though, Martin wanted nothing more than to get Kelly back to bed.
~
Martin knew that Skrtel wanted to go back to bed, but he couldn't help asking.
"Play some more?" He felt the other's hesitation and pouted a tiny bit. "Please, Martin? Just one?"
He knew Skrtel wouldn't be able to say no and smiled to himself as he pulled him beside himself on the bench and began another piece that sounded vaguely familiar.
As Skrtel played, Martin rested his hand on Skrtel's leg and began running it up and down from his knee up to mid thigh and back down, slowly and methodically, in time with the music he was playing. Going up further each time, closer and closer to his crotch, teasing him. Skrtel groaned but continued to play, Martin's hand firm on his upper thigh and then brushing against the bulge in his pants.
~
Martin knew that this man was trying to drive him crazy as he tried to keep concentrating on the music.
Kelly's hand tightened on his dick and he moaned and missed the key. Kelly softly chuckled as he heard the wrong note and his moan. Martin almost stopped playing completely as his lover slipped off the bench and knelt between his knees. He guessed he would have to play the rest without the pedals.
Martin gasped as Kelly unzipped his pants and he stopped playing altogether when Kelly released his cock from the confines of his boxers.
Mischievous eyes looked up at him and Kelly licked his lips before saying: "Keep playing, baby."
With a groan Martin started back where he had left off, as Kelly's hand began to slide up and down his cock with a firm tight grip, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them in his palm.
The notes were becoming more and more sporadic now as Martin's self-control and concentration unravelled. He felt Kelly's wet tongue dart out and lick the underside of his shaft, and immediately his hands came off the keys and wove their way into his hair.
~
Martin pulled back when he heard the music stop and looked up at his lover and smiled a wicked little grin.
"I wont play unless you do."
He loved the power he had over Skrtel right now and smiled to himself, revelling in this change.
As Skrtel went back to playing, Martin wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. He sucked at the tip and swirled his tongue around. As Martin ran his tongue along the underside of Skrtel's thick hard dick, he moved his lips along the shaft as far as he possibly could until most of his cock was in his mouth. Tightening his lips and tightening his hands on Skrtel's thighs, he began to bob his head in time to the music.
As the music crescendoed, Skrtel began to tense up.
"Oh gods, Martin" he moaned "I'm going... to come..."
Just as he played the final chords he erupted in to Martin's mouth and he greedily swallowed it all.
As Skrtel tried to compose himself, Martin crawled up onto his lap and wrapped his legs around his waist and arms around his neck and let his head rest on his shoulder. They sat there for a moment, in each others arms, until Martin whispered: "Encore?"
Skrtel chuckled and whispered back: "Oh, that was just the prelude."
Martin laughed as Skrtel stood up and dragged him back to bed.