[Footieslash] A Matter of Opinion (Ole/Scholesy)
Because both Manchester United and Ferrari combusted this weekend, I need some fun love...
So here it is :):):))
Title : A Matter of Opinion
Author : hiro_chan
Pairing : Ole Gunnar Solskjaer / Paul Scholes (love the both to isty bitsy pieces)
Rating : R to be safe.
Challenge : footballslash11 prompt challenge ( my table here :))
Prompt : 07. Opinion
Disclaimer : Fiction, for fun only, no disrespect intended.
Author's Note : I know, I know the idea of handcuffs pr0n and Ole/Scholesy doesn't really mix, but I just feel like writing this one. No actual sex scene, just some little arguments and foreplay ;). And I was thinking of the younger Ole and Scholesy when I wrote this (circa '99 - '00 when Ole was 26-27 years old and Paul was 25. Yes, they were that young once ;)) ,though you might still find them a bit OOC. Hope you still enjoy it though :D!
“What the fuck is this?”
“It’s called handcuffs, Paul.”
Eyes glaring at him. “I fucking know that. Why am I handcuffed like this?”
Ole smiled charmingly at the younger man. “Ah, surely you’re not that naïve. And you must admit it’s kind of kinky, right?”
“It is NOT!” Paul snarled as he bucked his hips, trying to make Ole off balanced so he could get the hell away. Sometimes Ole was so strange he was scaring him.
Of course, he forgot that Ole had the keys, and he couldn’t get away without those damn keys.
Ole pushed Paul’s hips down onto the bed and frowned. “It’s not? Surely you’ve had handcuffs sex before?”
“No,” Paul gritted out. “I’m not as perverted as you.”
“Ah, ah. This is interesting,” Ole chirped, his eyes sparkled with a bit too much glee for Paul’s liking. “But you know, I’m only a - quote unquote - pervert when it comes to certain people. Like you, for instance.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Should be.”
“And why am I the one being handcuffed?” Paul whined, pulling at the cuffs and making them rattle against the headboard for emphasis. “Why not you?”
Ole grinned at him, leaning down to nuzzle his face. “Because, Paulie,” he murmured against Paul’s lips, using the pet name that Paul hated. “If I was the one chained, we wouldn’t get anything done.”
Paul bit the older man’s lip and Ole yelped. “Is that an insult?”
“No,” Ole said, licking his lip where Paul just bit him. “It’s just an adorable fact. Besides, I’m the one managing to catch you off guard, so naturally I have to be given my present, right?”
“What if I don’t want to?” Paul said stubbornly.
“After all the efforts I did to get this handcuffs,” he whispered into the redhead’s ear. “You’d better agree to do this. Besides, you just have to lay there and I do the rest of the work.”
Paul strained his neck, trying to look at the Norwegian. “Just lay there and take it? Ole, you made it feel as if I was a whore or something,” he snapped.
He chuckled. “You know that’s not what I mean, Paulie,” he murmured, nipping at Paul’s earlobe. For a good measure, his hand moved to Paul’s left hips, nudging the waistband of his pants down slightly and stroking over the birthmark there, a pretty innocent act that strangely was Paul’s weakness. “Besides, it’s not like we’ve never done this before - only this time you’re - well... handcuffed.”
Paul would’ve said more but it was getting harder to think when Ole started to use his tongue, licking and nipping on his ear, his jaw, his neck and when Ole grabbed his jaw and kissed him - open-mouthed, wet and deep, as if making a point that he really wanted to get started to the fun part - Paul didn’t really remember what it was that he was going to argue just then.
At the back of his mind, he was somewhat dismayed at how easily he crumbled under Ole’s ministration. But this felt really good - Ole felt really good - and when Ole let go of the kiss, Paul couldn’t help blurting “Next time you’re the one handcuffed.”
Ole grinned widely, hearing the acceptance in Paul’s voice and he pushed Paul’s tee shirt up to his hest, his hands ghosting over Paul’s pale skin. “We’ll see about that, Paul,” he said as Paul’s back arched to meet his touches.
“We’ll see.”
~end~
Well that's a bit short, but any longer I might have to write the sex scene itself *gg*. So what do you think :D? ABout the fic, I mean, not about me writing the handcuffs pr0n XD.
So here it is :):):))
Title : A Matter of Opinion
Author : hiro_chan
Pairing : Ole Gunnar Solskjaer / Paul Scholes (love the both to isty bitsy pieces)
Rating : R to be safe.
Challenge : footballslash11 prompt challenge ( my table here :))
Prompt : 07. Opinion
Disclaimer : Fiction, for fun only, no disrespect intended.
Author's Note : I know, I know the idea of handcuffs pr0n and Ole/Scholesy doesn't really mix, but I just feel like writing this one. No actual sex scene, just some little arguments and foreplay ;). And I was thinking of the younger Ole and Scholesy when I wrote this (circa '99 - '00 when Ole was 26-27 years old and Paul was 25. Yes, they were that young once ;)) ,though you might still find them a bit OOC. Hope you still enjoy it though :D!
“What the fuck is this?”
“It’s called handcuffs, Paul.”
Eyes glaring at him. “I fucking know that. Why am I handcuffed like this?”
Ole smiled charmingly at the younger man. “Ah, surely you’re not that naïve. And you must admit it’s kind of kinky, right?”
“It is NOT!” Paul snarled as he bucked his hips, trying to make Ole off balanced so he could get the hell away. Sometimes Ole was so strange he was scaring him.
Of course, he forgot that Ole had the keys, and he couldn’t get away without those damn keys.
Ole pushed Paul’s hips down onto the bed and frowned. “It’s not? Surely you’ve had handcuffs sex before?”
“No,” Paul gritted out. “I’m not as perverted as you.”
“Ah, ah. This is interesting,” Ole chirped, his eyes sparkled with a bit too much glee for Paul’s liking. “But you know, I’m only a - quote unquote - pervert when it comes to certain people. Like you, for instance.”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Should be.”
“And why am I the one being handcuffed?” Paul whined, pulling at the cuffs and making them rattle against the headboard for emphasis. “Why not you?”
Ole grinned at him, leaning down to nuzzle his face. “Because, Paulie,” he murmured against Paul’s lips, using the pet name that Paul hated. “If I was the one chained, we wouldn’t get anything done.”
Paul bit the older man’s lip and Ole yelped. “Is that an insult?”
“No,” Ole said, licking his lip where Paul just bit him. “It’s just an adorable fact. Besides, I’m the one managing to catch you off guard, so naturally I have to be given my present, right?”
“What if I don’t want to?” Paul said stubbornly.
“After all the efforts I did to get this handcuffs,” he whispered into the redhead’s ear. “You’d better agree to do this. Besides, you just have to lay there and I do the rest of the work.”
Paul strained his neck, trying to look at the Norwegian. “Just lay there and take it? Ole, you made it feel as if I was a whore or something,” he snapped.
He chuckled. “You know that’s not what I mean, Paulie,” he murmured, nipping at Paul’s earlobe. For a good measure, his hand moved to Paul’s left hips, nudging the waistband of his pants down slightly and stroking over the birthmark there, a pretty innocent act that strangely was Paul’s weakness. “Besides, it’s not like we’ve never done this before - only this time you’re - well... handcuffed.”
Paul would’ve said more but it was getting harder to think when Ole started to use his tongue, licking and nipping on his ear, his jaw, his neck and when Ole grabbed his jaw and kissed him - open-mouthed, wet and deep, as if making a point that he really wanted to get started to the fun part - Paul didn’t really remember what it was that he was going to argue just then.
At the back of his mind, he was somewhat dismayed at how easily he crumbled under Ole’s ministration. But this felt really good - Ole felt really good - and when Ole let go of the kiss, Paul couldn’t help blurting “Next time you’re the one handcuffed.”
Ole grinned widely, hearing the acceptance in Paul’s voice and he pushed Paul’s tee shirt up to his hest, his hands ghosting over Paul’s pale skin. “We’ll see about that, Paul,” he said as Paul’s back arched to meet his touches.
“We’ll see.”
~end~
Well that's a bit short, but any longer I might have to write the sex scene itself *gg*. So what do you think :D? ABout the fic, I mean, not about me writing the handcuffs pr0n XD.