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Title: Save a horse
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Gonzalo Higuain
Summary: It’s Halloween. Cesc is a nurse and Gonzalo is a cowboy.
Disclaimer: Totally made up, although it would be fun if it was.
Author’s Notes: My keys_in_a_pot keys in a candy bowl party entry. This is Cesc’s dress, Gonzalo’s cowboy outfit and belt buckle.
Cesc stood at the foot of the bed, once again tugging at the hem of his dress nervously. He wasn’t shy about his body and Halloween was always a laugh, but today, for some reason, the nurse’s outfit made him uncomfortable. Gonzalo on the other hand looked remarkable comfortable in his cowboy outfit, his toned chest framed by the leather waistcoat, neckerchief snug at his throat, jeans and chaps low on his hips and a big JD buckle acting as a bulls-eye right above his cock. Cesc glanced away and tugged at his dress again.
“Stop it.” Gonzalo’s voice was soft as he stood behind the Spaniard, his large hands covering Cesc’s and pulling them gently away. “You look stunning, don’t worry.” The Argentine pressed a soft kiss to the other man’s neck, a quiet mewl escaping the Arsenal captain.
“The dress looks stupid. I couldn’t find any fake boobs.” Cesc pouted, his breath hitching as the striker nipped at his pulse point and their joined hands came to rest on his hips. Gonzalo pressed close against Cesc’s back, the shorter man’s head fitting in the crook of his neck and growled. He walked them over to stand in front of the full length mirror at the edge of the room.
“If I wanted boobs I wouldn’t be here.” Gonzalo pointed out, pressing feather-light kisses to Cesc’s neck. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he commanded gently when Cesc refused to raise his gaze from the floor. The Spaniard looked up uncertainly, meeting Gonzalo’s eyes in the mirror. One of his hands reached back and up into the taller man’s hair, tipping the cowboy hat over his eyes. Gonzalo laughed and Cesc’s lips quirked. He nudged the hat again and they both watched it fall to the floor. Cesc met Gonzalo’s eyes again and bit his lips, his other hand going to tug once more at his dress.
“You look stunning.” The Argentine repeated, one of his own hands reaching down to trace swirling patterns along the inside of Cesc’s thigh, just above his garter. Cesc gasped, his hand tightening in Gonzalo’s hair, his cock twitching. He could feel the heat from the other man’s body and the hard swell of his cock nestled in his lower back.
“Watch,” Gonzalo instructed, his voice rough. He trailed his free hand up to the top of the zip resting against Cesc’s sternum, his fingers on Cesc’s thigh still moving and dipping under the garter. Cesc blinked rapidly but did as he was told. Gonzalo moved painstakingly slowly, his own gaze greedily drinking in the tanned and toned flesh his actions revealed.
Eventually the dress was undone, Cesc’s cock prominent in the red thong he wore. Gonzalo moved away and Cesc moaned at the loss, causing the Argentine to laugh as he removed the nurse’s dress completely. Cesc shivered as he watched Gonzalo’s gaze rake over him in the mirror, his hunger undisguised.
“So stunning.” Gonzalo murmured, hooking his thumbs through the waistband of the thong and dragging it down Cesc’s legs. The Spaniard stepped out of it, now clad in only red fishnet stockings, red lace garters and red heels, his cheeks matching as he blushed deeply.
“You’re wearing too much.” He stated, spinning round and meeting Gonzalo’s eyes properly for the first time.
“I am.” The Argentine agreed, toeing off his boots and stepping out of his socks before removing his neckerchief. “Want to help?”
Cesc licked his lips and pushed the waistcoat from Gonzalo’s shoulders. It fell to the floor next to the dress as Cesc tweaked Gonzalo’s nipples eliciting a gasp from the younger man. The Spaniard grinned and slid down Gonzalo’s body, trailing kisses as he went. Out of the dress his confidence had returned, helped greatly by the other man’s blatant appreciation. He undid the huge buckle quickly but then paused and nuzzled Gonzalo’s crotch through his jeans.
“Oh God,” Gonzalo choked out, his hands grasping Cesc’s shoulders. Cesc grinned and undid the jeans, unsurprised to find the other man’s cock poking out of his tight black boxer-briefs. He rid him of jeans, chaps and underwear in one fluid movement and before Gonzalo could step out of them had him engulfed. Gonzalo gave a shout in surprise, his finger’s digging into Cesc’s shoulder’s almost painfully.
“God,” he groaned again. When Cesc flicked his tongue along his slit, Gonzalo pulled him away panting, “Bed now.”
The Spaniard went eagerly, sprawling out on his back. Gonzalo followed more sedately, breathing harshly. He settled between the older man’s legs and carefully removed Cesc’s heels. Cesc propped himself up on his elbows and watched the younger man curiously as he traced random patterns through the diamonds of the fishnets. Gonzalo met his gaze as he purposely placed Cesc’s ankle on his shoulder and hooked his fingers in the garter. Cesc shivered once more as his stocking was removed, kisses pressed to his inner thigh, knee, ankle and finally the instep of his foot. Gonzalo repeated the process just as slowly down Cesc’s other leg, lingering over the kiss to his instep until Cesc pulled him up against him, legs wrapping around his waist, trapping their cocks together. Both men let out long moans at the contact.
They moved against each other frantically, Cesc tilting his hips up so that Gonzalo’s cock rubbed against his cleft with every thrust.
Suddenly Cesc flipped them, catching Gonzalo off guard and causing him to blink up at him. Cesc perched on his knees and leant over to snag a condom and the lube from the nightstand. The Argentine went to take the lube but Cesc shook his head, slicking 3 of his own fingers and quickly working them inside himself. He pressed the condom into Gonzalo’s hand and then braced himself on Gonzalo’s chest, opening himself up. Gonzalo wasted no time in getting the condom on and as soon as he was done Cesc was lowering down onto his cock. Gonzalo’s hands flew to Cesc’s hips as they both hissed at their joining.
After a short moment Cesc shifted experimentally, Gonzalo automatically thrusting to meet his movements. The Spaniard’s grin was feral through his gasp and increased his pace, the Argentine synching to his rhythm quickly.
Gonzalo released Cesc’s hip and grasped his neglected cock, working him off in time to his gyrating. The older man gasped again, tightening around Gonzalo, whose thrusts faltered as he came. His grip on Cesc’s cock tightened and with a twist pull Cesc followed him over the edge.
Cesc slumped against Gonzalo’s chest, mewling slightly when the striker slipped free. They lay there for a long moment catching their breath before Cesc buried his face into Gonzalo’s neck giggling.
“What?” Gonzalo poked lazily at Cesc’s sides, causing the older man to squirm and giggle harder before settling more snugly into the Argentine’s side. “What’s funny?” Gonzalo repeated.
Cesc’s giggling didn’t stop and his words were muffled into Gonzalo’s shoulder. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Gonzalo Higuain
Summary: It’s Halloween. Cesc is a nurse and Gonzalo is a cowboy.
Disclaimer: Totally made up, although it would be fun if it was.
Author’s Notes: My keys_in_a_pot keys in a candy bowl party entry. This is Cesc’s dress, Gonzalo’s cowboy outfit and belt buckle.
Cesc stood at the foot of the bed, once again tugging at the hem of his dress nervously. He wasn’t shy about his body and Halloween was always a laugh, but today, for some reason, the nurse’s outfit made him uncomfortable. Gonzalo on the other hand looked remarkable comfortable in his cowboy outfit, his toned chest framed by the leather waistcoat, neckerchief snug at his throat, jeans and chaps low on his hips and a big JD buckle acting as a bulls-eye right above his cock. Cesc glanced away and tugged at his dress again.
“Stop it.” Gonzalo’s voice was soft as he stood behind the Spaniard, his large hands covering Cesc’s and pulling them gently away. “You look stunning, don’t worry.” The Argentine pressed a soft kiss to the other man’s neck, a quiet mewl escaping the Arsenal captain.
“The dress looks stupid. I couldn’t find any fake boobs.” Cesc pouted, his breath hitching as the striker nipped at his pulse point and their joined hands came to rest on his hips. Gonzalo pressed close against Cesc’s back, the shorter man’s head fitting in the crook of his neck and growled. He walked them over to stand in front of the full length mirror at the edge of the room.
“If I wanted boobs I wouldn’t be here.” Gonzalo pointed out, pressing feather-light kisses to Cesc’s neck. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he commanded gently when Cesc refused to raise his gaze from the floor. The Spaniard looked up uncertainly, meeting Gonzalo’s eyes in the mirror. One of his hands reached back and up into the taller man’s hair, tipping the cowboy hat over his eyes. Gonzalo laughed and Cesc’s lips quirked. He nudged the hat again and they both watched it fall to the floor. Cesc met Gonzalo’s eyes again and bit his lips, his other hand going to tug once more at his dress.
“You look stunning.” The Argentine repeated, one of his own hands reaching down to trace swirling patterns along the inside of Cesc’s thigh, just above his garter. Cesc gasped, his hand tightening in Gonzalo’s hair, his cock twitching. He could feel the heat from the other man’s body and the hard swell of his cock nestled in his lower back.
“Watch,” Gonzalo instructed, his voice rough. He trailed his free hand up to the top of the zip resting against Cesc’s sternum, his fingers on Cesc’s thigh still moving and dipping under the garter. Cesc blinked rapidly but did as he was told. Gonzalo moved painstakingly slowly, his own gaze greedily drinking in the tanned and toned flesh his actions revealed.
Eventually the dress was undone, Cesc’s cock prominent in the red thong he wore. Gonzalo moved away and Cesc moaned at the loss, causing the Argentine to laugh as he removed the nurse’s dress completely. Cesc shivered as he watched Gonzalo’s gaze rake over him in the mirror, his hunger undisguised.
“So stunning.” Gonzalo murmured, hooking his thumbs through the waistband of the thong and dragging it down Cesc’s legs. The Spaniard stepped out of it, now clad in only red fishnet stockings, red lace garters and red heels, his cheeks matching as he blushed deeply.
“You’re wearing too much.” He stated, spinning round and meeting Gonzalo’s eyes properly for the first time.
“I am.” The Argentine agreed, toeing off his boots and stepping out of his socks before removing his neckerchief. “Want to help?”
Cesc licked his lips and pushed the waistcoat from Gonzalo’s shoulders. It fell to the floor next to the dress as Cesc tweaked Gonzalo’s nipples eliciting a gasp from the younger man. The Spaniard grinned and slid down Gonzalo’s body, trailing kisses as he went. Out of the dress his confidence had returned, helped greatly by the other man’s blatant appreciation. He undid the huge buckle quickly but then paused and nuzzled Gonzalo’s crotch through his jeans.
“Oh God,” Gonzalo choked out, his hands grasping Cesc’s shoulders. Cesc grinned and undid the jeans, unsurprised to find the other man’s cock poking out of his tight black boxer-briefs. He rid him of jeans, chaps and underwear in one fluid movement and before Gonzalo could step out of them had him engulfed. Gonzalo gave a shout in surprise, his finger’s digging into Cesc’s shoulder’s almost painfully.
“God,” he groaned again. When Cesc flicked his tongue along his slit, Gonzalo pulled him away panting, “Bed now.”
The Spaniard went eagerly, sprawling out on his back. Gonzalo followed more sedately, breathing harshly. He settled between the older man’s legs and carefully removed Cesc’s heels. Cesc propped himself up on his elbows and watched the younger man curiously as he traced random patterns through the diamonds of the fishnets. Gonzalo met his gaze as he purposely placed Cesc’s ankle on his shoulder and hooked his fingers in the garter. Cesc shivered once more as his stocking was removed, kisses pressed to his inner thigh, knee, ankle and finally the instep of his foot. Gonzalo repeated the process just as slowly down Cesc’s other leg, lingering over the kiss to his instep until Cesc pulled him up against him, legs wrapping around his waist, trapping their cocks together. Both men let out long moans at the contact.
They moved against each other frantically, Cesc tilting his hips up so that Gonzalo’s cock rubbed against his cleft with every thrust.
Suddenly Cesc flipped them, catching Gonzalo off guard and causing him to blink up at him. Cesc perched on his knees and leant over to snag a condom and the lube from the nightstand. The Argentine went to take the lube but Cesc shook his head, slicking 3 of his own fingers and quickly working them inside himself. He pressed the condom into Gonzalo’s hand and then braced himself on Gonzalo’s chest, opening himself up. Gonzalo wasted no time in getting the condom on and as soon as he was done Cesc was lowering down onto his cock. Gonzalo’s hands flew to Cesc’s hips as they both hissed at their joining.
After a short moment Cesc shifted experimentally, Gonzalo automatically thrusting to meet his movements. The Spaniard’s grin was feral through his gasp and increased his pace, the Argentine synching to his rhythm quickly.
Gonzalo released Cesc’s hip and grasped his neglected cock, working him off in time to his gyrating. The older man gasped again, tightening around Gonzalo, whose thrusts faltered as he came. His grip on Cesc’s cock tightened and with a twist pull Cesc followed him over the edge.
Cesc slumped against Gonzalo’s chest, mewling slightly when the striker slipped free. They lay there for a long moment catching their breath before Cesc buried his face into Gonzalo’s neck giggling.
“What?” Gonzalo poked lazily at Cesc’s sides, causing the older man to squirm and giggle harder before settling more snugly into the Argentine’s side. “What’s funny?” Gonzalo repeated.
Cesc’s giggling didn’t stop and his words were muffled into Gonzalo’s shoulder. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”