Toque
Title: Toque
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R?
Pairing: Meireles/Skrtel
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: For elf_md
I tried to make Martin a man that definitely knows what he wants but is a bit uncertain/hesistant on how to go there.
Martin was curiously shy around him. Martin who was quiet sometimes, but never shy. It irked Raul, because he fancied himself to be a pretty easy-going and cool guy, not someone you needed to be shy around.
He started to watch the other man, compared his behaviour towards different people, noted what actions of himself made Martin pull into himself.
He couldn't figure it out.
It drove him crazy
So the direct approach it had to be.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Martin looked up from where he was tying his sneakers, a rather tight smile on his lips.
“Hey.”
“Why. Are you avoiding me?”
“I'm not-”
“You'll happily celebrate anyone's goal. You don't hesitate to get into a tussle with the others during training and you let Carroll feel you up all the time on the pitch. But you avoid me like the plague. Every time I'm close you draw back.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“YES!”
Martin looked at him funny and Raul coughed a little embarrassed.
“Um... What I mean is, I would like to know what I did to you. Apologise if necessary. Because, we're a team and this is awkward. Or maybe I stink?”
And this now, was very awkward too. He'd thought he was quite confident, but maybe not when Martin was involved.
“There's nothing to apologise for. You did nothing wrong. And you smell quite good actually.”
Martin let a small grin show and Raul was relieved. At least until Martin sighed and looked down at his shoes, sighed again.
“You did nothing wrong but maybe we should talk about this somewhere else. The others don't need to hear.”
Raul, very curious by now, nodded his head. “My place?”
“Yes.”
It seemed like the resolve to talk about whatever it was, with him, had taken away Martin's reservedness, because he was sitting quite relaxed and confident on Raul's sofa.
“Do you want a beer or something?”
“Kenny'd kill us.”
“I think I need a drink though, your mood swings make me nervous.”
Martin chuckled and despite his words, Raul settled down beside him with a glass of orange juice.
“So. You said you'd tell me.”
“I need you to answer a question for me first. Please.” Martin added when he saw the beginning of a frown on Raul's face.
“Ok.”
“Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you?”
Raul considered the question for a moment. Did he? Martin was a good looking guy in a great body, had a nice personality and a fierceness that Raul particularly liked.
Raul also wasn't opposed to getting off with a man every once in a while.
“Yes.”
“I do too. I want to touch you all the time, so much. I've not been avoiding you, as avoiding to touch, because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back once I did.”
And suddenly Raul understood. That Martin hadn't been shy, hadn't tried to avoid Raul because of a personal dislike. Quite the contrary.
And since they'd now established the fact that they wanted to touch each other, Raul saw no reason to wait any longer.
He reached out a hand to touch Martin's face, carefully at first, but when the other man leaned in immediately, he slid his hand around to hold Martin's neck in a firm grip and claimed his mouth with his own.
It didn't take long until they took proceedings into the bedroom, where Raul undressed Martin and had his tattoos reverently touched in turn.
“You look like a Chinese piece of art, do you know that?”
Raul had to laugh and he felt the last bit of slightly nervous tension slip away and instead there was a strengthened resolve to make this man his tonight.
He moved in again to kiss Martin breathless while he steadily moved them towards the bed where he tried to gently lower the other down, but Martin was just that much taller and heavier than him that they lost their balance and tumbled onto the bed, Raul right on top of Martin.
“Oof.”
Martin didn't bother to catch his breath first, just grabbed onto his ass and arched up into him.
Raul's moan was probably heard all down the street, but he didn't care one bit. This felt too incredible to hold back and even if he felt a bit like a teenager, getting off on their rutting so much, he also felt he didn't care.
“How far... how much experience do you have?”
For a second there flickered uncertainty in Martin's and Raul was quick to cup his face.
“Some. But we don't have to do everything tonight. If you want to, we have all the time in the world to try things out.”
“I do want. I want.”
Martin emphasised his point by digging his hard dick into Raul's hip again, and Raul decided that while Martin wasn't ready for everything yet, he definitely wanted to do something.
So he untangled himself from the other man's grasp and slid down his body, kissing at his neck, collarbone, paying special attention to his nipples, continuing his way between his abs, dipping his tongue into his navel, enjoying the quickening breaths when Martin realised what he was about to do.
The first lick was glorious, a wet stripe along the underside of his dick, eliciting the sweetest noises. And then Raul went down to business and it didn't take long until Martin tried to grab his hair, the long restraint he had put on himself takings its toll on his stamina.
But Raul didn't mind. They were only warming up.
“Raul, stop... stop...”
He pulled off with an obscene wet noise and grinned at the defender.
“Come here.”
He was pulled up again, sliding his belly along Martin's, groaning when a big hand and long, so long fingers wrapped around him.
“Like this. Come on.”
Raul didn't last long himself after Martin sucked a hickey into his neck and they kissed passionately through their orgasms, letting it soften when they came down from their high.
Raul felt sticky already but the thought of whom he'd be waking up stuck too, made him smile.
Martin blinked sleepily. “What.”
“I'm just thinking that there is a shared shower in order after we've rested a bit.”
“Will you let me wash your back?”
“If that means you're going to grope me, definitely.”
Martin huffed out a laugh, kissed him again, then leaned his head on his shoulder.
“Shower and groping, sounds like a plan.”
Author: littlesumo
Rating: R?
Pairing: Meireles/Skrtel
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: For elf_md
I tried to make Martin a man that definitely knows what he wants but is a bit uncertain/hesistant on how to go there.
Martin was curiously shy around him. Martin who was quiet sometimes, but never shy. It irked Raul, because he fancied himself to be a pretty easy-going and cool guy, not someone you needed to be shy around.
He started to watch the other man, compared his behaviour towards different people, noted what actions of himself made Martin pull into himself.
He couldn't figure it out.
It drove him crazy
So the direct approach it had to be.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Martin looked up from where he was tying his sneakers, a rather tight smile on his lips.
“Hey.”
“Why. Are you avoiding me?”
“I'm not-”
“You'll happily celebrate anyone's goal. You don't hesitate to get into a tussle with the others during training and you let Carroll feel you up all the time on the pitch. But you avoid me like the plague. Every time I'm close you draw back.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“YES!”
Martin looked at him funny and Raul coughed a little embarrassed.
“Um... What I mean is, I would like to know what I did to you. Apologise if necessary. Because, we're a team and this is awkward. Or maybe I stink?”
And this now, was very awkward too. He'd thought he was quite confident, but maybe not when Martin was involved.
“There's nothing to apologise for. You did nothing wrong. And you smell quite good actually.”
Martin let a small grin show and Raul was relieved. At least until Martin sighed and looked down at his shoes, sighed again.
“You did nothing wrong but maybe we should talk about this somewhere else. The others don't need to hear.”
Raul, very curious by now, nodded his head. “My place?”
“Yes.”
It seemed like the resolve to talk about whatever it was, with him, had taken away Martin's reservedness, because he was sitting quite relaxed and confident on Raul's sofa.
“Do you want a beer or something?”
“Kenny'd kill us.”
“I think I need a drink though, your mood swings make me nervous.”
Martin chuckled and despite his words, Raul settled down beside him with a glass of orange juice.
“So. You said you'd tell me.”
“I need you to answer a question for me first. Please.” Martin added when he saw the beginning of a frown on Raul's face.
“Ok.”
“Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you?”
Raul considered the question for a moment. Did he? Martin was a good looking guy in a great body, had a nice personality and a fierceness that Raul particularly liked.
Raul also wasn't opposed to getting off with a man every once in a while.
“Yes.”
“I do too. I want to touch you all the time, so much. I've not been avoiding you, as avoiding to touch, because I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back once I did.”
And suddenly Raul understood. That Martin hadn't been shy, hadn't tried to avoid Raul because of a personal dislike. Quite the contrary.
And since they'd now established the fact that they wanted to touch each other, Raul saw no reason to wait any longer.
He reached out a hand to touch Martin's face, carefully at first, but when the other man leaned in immediately, he slid his hand around to hold Martin's neck in a firm grip and claimed his mouth with his own.
It didn't take long until they took proceedings into the bedroom, where Raul undressed Martin and had his tattoos reverently touched in turn.
“You look like a Chinese piece of art, do you know that?”
Raul had to laugh and he felt the last bit of slightly nervous tension slip away and instead there was a strengthened resolve to make this man his tonight.
He moved in again to kiss Martin breathless while he steadily moved them towards the bed where he tried to gently lower the other down, but Martin was just that much taller and heavier than him that they lost their balance and tumbled onto the bed, Raul right on top of Martin.
“Oof.”
Martin didn't bother to catch his breath first, just grabbed onto his ass and arched up into him.
Raul's moan was probably heard all down the street, but he didn't care one bit. This felt too incredible to hold back and even if he felt a bit like a teenager, getting off on their rutting so much, he also felt he didn't care.
“How far... how much experience do you have?”
For a second there flickered uncertainty in Martin's and Raul was quick to cup his face.
“Some. But we don't have to do everything tonight. If you want to, we have all the time in the world to try things out.”
“I do want. I want.”
Martin emphasised his point by digging his hard dick into Raul's hip again, and Raul decided that while Martin wasn't ready for everything yet, he definitely wanted to do something.
So he untangled himself from the other man's grasp and slid down his body, kissing at his neck, collarbone, paying special attention to his nipples, continuing his way between his abs, dipping his tongue into his navel, enjoying the quickening breaths when Martin realised what he was about to do.
The first lick was glorious, a wet stripe along the underside of his dick, eliciting the sweetest noises. And then Raul went down to business and it didn't take long until Martin tried to grab his hair, the long restraint he had put on himself takings its toll on his stamina.
But Raul didn't mind. They were only warming up.
“Raul, stop... stop...”
He pulled off with an obscene wet noise and grinned at the defender.
“Come here.”
He was pulled up again, sliding his belly along Martin's, groaning when a big hand and long, so long fingers wrapped around him.
“Like this. Come on.”
Raul didn't last long himself after Martin sucked a hickey into his neck and they kissed passionately through their orgasms, letting it soften when they came down from their high.
Raul felt sticky already but the thought of whom he'd be waking up stuck too, made him smile.
Martin blinked sleepily. “What.”
“I'm just thinking that there is a shared shower in order after we've rested a bit.”
“Will you let me wash your back?”
“If that means you're going to grope me, definitely.”
Martin huffed out a laugh, kissed him again, then leaned his head on his shoulder.
“Shower and groping, sounds like a plan.”