F1 - Sebastian Vettel / Fernando Torres
Fandom: Formula One (with some football thrown in)
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel / Fernando Torres
Words: 3217
Rating: R/18
A/N: Written for a motorskink prompt.
Seb took another glass of champagne as a waiter passed him. The flute was cool in his hand and the bubbles fizzed pleasantly in his mouth. How many was that now, four - maybe five - glasses? He didn't care, he was still on a high from yesterday. A race win, people cheering for him again, that never got old. Now he was at some charity do bidding on things he didn't really want and drinking too much.
It wasn't hard to mingle and talk with people at events like these, he knew almost everyone here and the attention was nice. However, this quiet moment away from the masses, just him and his champagne, was welcomed. He let the wide grin slip from his face, the ache in his cheeks told him that maybe this was all a bit much. He wasn't being fake, not at all, but he needed a rest.
He managed to avoid speaking to anyone until he was halfway through his fifth - maybe sixth - glass of champagne. People watching was always interesting and Seb had his glass halfway to his lips when he saw a non-F1 face heading his way. The man looked familiar and it took Seb a few moments to get past the alcohol fuzz to realise it was the same man who had been wandering around the paddock in a Sauber hat over the weekend.
The man was approaching along with a few other people and Seb wondered where the rest of his entourage was. The press had been following him around all weekend, Seb recalled. They were approaching him, one suited man veered off to give a few empty glasses to a waiter and soon the tall blonde man and a companion was upon him.
Fernando Torres! Seb put on his widest smile and reached for the hand that was being extended to him.
"Well done yesterday. A good result for you."
Seb felt a swell of pride. "Thank you. Did you enjoy the race?" There was something about the fact this footballer didn't introduce himself, he just assumed that Seb knew who he was, that was quite endearing.
They talked about the race, about Sauber, about Red Bull and drank champagne. Soon Seb's head was swimming, he was laughing, feeling the heat of another person being so close. More champagne. People came and went into their conversation but Fernando was the constant. The part of this night Seb was going to remember.
Soon he found himself alone and out on the balcony. The past few hours had sped past in a blur and he wasn't sure how he'd been swept out here but the warm night air was welcoming. It was a sobering breeze blowing over the railing Seb was now leaning against. He wondered what had ever possessed him to get this drunk.
The beginning of the evening seemed like a lifetime ago. He'd bought things, expensive things but the money was going to charity so that was okay. He wondered if he should be bored of champagne by now, but it reminded him of success. All those times up on the podium, especially last year. He smiled to himself and lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair.
His body didn't really react when someone came to lean next to him but he felt a little startled. He'd forgotten about the party. He glanced to his left. Sleek suit, blonde hair, tall. That was all he could take in but he knew who it was straight away.
"Drunk?" Fernando asked.
Seb laughed and looked at his hands as he interlaced his fingers, elbows on the railing. "Yes."
"Not enough."
A glass was pressed into Seb's hand and he drank obediently. He couldn't resist champagne, especially not from a new friend. Once he was done with that glass, though, he realised that he was perhaps too drunk to continue.
"What's the time?" he asked, straightening himself.
"Is late," Fernando said turning to lean with his back against the railings.
Seb nodded, smiled and swayed a little. "I'm going home," he slurred despite trying to focus on appearing as sober as he possibly could. By home he meant back to the hotel. "Was nice to meet you."
"Party is over. I have a car waiting. I can give you a lift." The clipped, Spanish tones didn't seem to fit with the smile Fernando was giving him.
The footballer pushed himself away from the railing. Seb noticed that he too was a little unsteady. He placed his hands heavily on Seb's shoulders before turning him around and pointing him in the direction of the doors.
It took a while to get out of the venue, although it had already emptied considerably since Seb was last inside. People were saying goodbye all around him and he did his best to smile and be polite but the room was spinning, the people were spinning and it was hot, too hot. He felt a hand on his lower back, a guiding hand that led him out into the cooler air of outside. His head cleared again.
People were still talking to him but Seb just waved good bye and tried to walk in a straight line.
Car. Seb got in and somehow the door shut behind him. He slumped down in the seat and relished in the relative silence. All he could hear was the hum of the car's engine. More door sounds cut through the haze and Seb glanced sleepily at Fernando who had got into the car beside him.
"Where do you need to go?"
Seb took a long moment to remember the name of his hotel before forcing it out along with the street he /thought/ it was on. There was a chuckle, talking that wasn't directed at him and the car growled into motion. Heavy-lidded Seb stared out at city as it drifted by. It was all lights and dark patches with occasional blurs of colour. The journey can't have been long but soon Seb was starting to feel more sober, properly this time. He felt he could hold his head up again and the whole world didn't spin whenever he shut his eyes.
However, he did know that he wouldn't be going to sleep any time soon. He wasn't so drunk that he was going to collapse on his bed and deal with the effects of the alcohol in the morning. He was going to ride out this ridiculous storm, drink lots of water then go to sleep.
"Our stop." Fernando's words cut through the air and Seb turned to look at him. He'd forgotten he was there. The thrum of the car had softened and Seb realised they'd stopped outside his hotel.
Their hotel? Either that was a lucky coincidence or Fernando had invited himself in.
Regardless, Seb got out of the car, thanked the driver and made his way to the door that was being held open for him. Fernando followed, quickly falling into step with Seb. "I'm up here, room 303." Fernando pointed down a corridor. "Hope you do not feel bad tomorrow morning." He laughed, patted Seb playfully on the side of the face then strode off in the direction of his room. Seb watched him go and Fernando only turned once to look over his shoulder and give Seb a cheeky wink.
Seb stood there, a little dazed for a moment. A sleepy receptionist at the desk gave him a questioning look before he started to dig in his pockets for his key card. Trousers, jacket, inside pockets. Key card. Smooth and yet sharp-edged against his hand. He sighed. He wasn't ready for bed, his head felt clearer. He didn't want to drink any more but he didn't want to resign himself to sleep just yet.
His stomach flipped and he felt like he was missing something. There was now no constant. No hand on his arm, shoulder against him, no warm presence to keep him interested in the evening. The night was clouded with champagne fuzz but Seb quickly let it race through his head as he turned his key over in his hands.
Lots of champagne, lots of touching. At the time it hadn't registered. All he'd been aware of was the knot in his stomach, the excitement but he'd put it down to the alcohol and the lingering giddiness that came with a race win.
His legs were ahead of his brain as he started to walk down the corridor to the lift. Floor 3. Room 303.
Suddenly aware of his heart thundering away in his chest, Seb took long, calculated strides down the third floor corridor. Anticipation mingled with apprehension and all of Seb's common sense was screaming at him to stop and go to his room. Yet he still kept walking.
The door to room 303 lay ahead and was slightly ajar. If that wasn't an open invitation then he didn't know what was. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath in and tried to work out if he was still very drunk or if all of this had suddenly made him very, very sober.
The light was on and there was Spanish coming from the TV inside the room. Slowly and quietly Seb pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He glanced around, eyes instantly falling to the blonde footballer on the bed who was only wearing a pair of tight - too tight - boxer shorts. "Sorry, door was open." Seb kicked it shut and grinned.
He didn't feel as confident as he sounded. This was a whole new situation to him. Two championships had opened up so many windows for him and he'd often found himself taking random women back to his room but never had he followed anyone - let alone a man - to their room without a direct invitation.
Fernando chuckled and swung himself off the bed. "I wondered how long it would take you."
Seb swept his eyes down the other man's body, tanned skin, a defined chest, hard abs. "Yeah?" he looked up again and ran his tongue across his lips.
Fernando was then on him, pushing him back against the door with such force that Seb let out an pained huff. "Too drunk?" Fernando questioned, pulling Seb's shirt from his trousers.
Seb tilted his head slightly to look a the Spaniard. Dark eyes seemed darker now and filled with such obvious lust that Seb's heart leapt into his throat. He smiled and let Fernando instigate a long, rough kiss. There were hands on his face, his neck, his shoulders. Things blurred again but this time because of desire and the knowledge that they were going to do something very naughty but very good at the same time.
No time was wasted in Fernando undoing Seb's trousers and unceremoniously shoving a hand down the front of his boxers. A stifled moan escaped Seb's lips as Fernando grabbed his half-hard cock, making everything instantly spark into life. All of a sudden Seb was achingly hard and still far too well-dressed. He shrugged his jacket off as he bucked his hips against Fernando's hand.
Seb groaned as he was kissed again, fiercer this time with teeth and tongue. He inhaled sharply as Fernando bit down on his lower lip. Then suddenly the hand around his cock was gone. Seb let out a whimper but Fernando soon covered his body, they were pressed chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock between far too many layers of material.
Lifting his head to allow kisses and bites to be trailed down his neck Seb began to kick off his shoes and toe off his socks. Fernando did the rest of the work, unbuttoning Seb's shirt as he moved down his chest. Only pausing once to bit down hard on one of Seb's nipples.
The shirt was pulled off him and his trousers and boxers pulled down to his knees. Seb shuffled him the rest of the way out of them until he was standing hard and naked in front of Fernando who took one appreciative glance across him before pinning him to the door once again. The kissing and groping was drunken, messy and the hottest thing Seb had ever experienced. His hands rested on Fernando's hips, his thumbs dipping into the V that disappeared into his boxers.
Seb's hands were moving quicker than his brain and soon Fernando's boxers were off and Seb was on his knees in front of him.
Slowly he took Fernando's cock into his mouth, performing on instinct alone. He'd had this done to him enough times, he should be quite good at it. The moans from above and the hand winding itself through his hair told him he was doing all right. He snaked his hands up defined thighs and sides as he sucked and licked. He tried not to gag when Fernando thrust himself halfway down his throat and relished in the groans coming from the other man.
When Seb was pushed away rather violently and dragged to his feet he wondered what he'd done wrong. It took him a while to realise he'd been doing everything right. He was pushed down onto the bed and Fernando climbed on top of him, grinding his hips downward. The friction send waves of pleasure coursing through Seb and he grabbed at the shoulders above him, raking his nails roughly down Fernando's back until he could grab his arse to pull him closer.
Fernando's cock rubbing against his was driving Seb wild. He clawed at the other man for more friction, kissed him hungrily and let out little gasps of pleasure. Fernando tasted of sweat, aftershave and champagne. Seb moved the kisses from his mouth to his neck, to his collar bone. He nipped and sucked at the soft skin there, enjoying the moans it elicited.
Fernando lifted himself up, pausing briefly to roll his hips down and grin at Seb. He stood swiftly and steadily and Seb could do nothing but watch as Fernando swept his eyes over him slowly and appreciatively.
"Turn over." The words were so commanding, so serious that Seb didn't hesitate. He rolled onto his front, strong hands helping him. "Knees," Fernando braked another instruction.
This was going to happen and Seb's cock ached at the thought. He dragged himself onto all fours pushing his arse out towards the footballer.
A hand ran all the way down his spine before coming to rest on his thigh. There were a few long moments of painful stillness and Seb wondered what Fernando was doing. He let out a soft whimper, he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be fucked.
Slowly Fernando ran his other hand from Seb's lower back down his arse. Seb felt vulnerable, scrutinised. "Please," he huffed.
With that one, pleading word Fernando snapped into action. He got to his knees by the side of the side of the bed, his hands all the while on Seb's legs and arse. Without much more warning a slick finger was pressed against his hole. Seb was glad for the slight haze of alcohol still in his bloodstream because he was sure it would've hurt a lot more otherwise. Something told him he needed to get this part over with, he pushed back against Fernando's finger and sucked in a deep breath as it slipped in further.
He let Fernando stretch him as he clutched onto the bed sheets. First one finger until it felt comfortable. Nice, even. Then two but Seb had been expecting it. The initial feeling was quite odd but not exactly painful. By the third finger his cock was completely hard and again and he was aware that he was whimpering something incoherent. He needed to be touched, needed more than this. Fernando felt too far away.
"Please," Seb croaked again. His voice felt heavy and distant but the movement behind him told him he'd been heard. The fingers slipped out and a ripple - one that sat right on the pain/pleasure barrier - shook through him. There was cool air, some rustling then a hot wet heat pressing against him. Fernando guided his cock into Seb with surprising ease.
Seb didn't breathe until he was completely filled. Fernando stopped there for a few moments and slowly Seb let out the breath he'd been holding. The whole sensation changed and he could feel Fernando's cock tense inside him. One hand moved to his shoulder as Fernando slipped out of him. Seb revelled in the sensation, strange but wonderful.
From there Fernando didn't hold back. Seb went up and down with pain and pleasure until he couldn't tell which was which any more. The thrusts were hard and jarring and somewhere in the back of his mind Seb was aware of fingernails digging into the skin of his hips and lower back. As Fernando's movements became more and more erratic Seb found himself pushing back, clenching around Fernando and touching himself.
His hand was unceremoniously shoved out of the way as Fernando leaned over him. He wrapped his hand around Seb's cock and began to toss him off in time with his own frenzied thrusts. Almost instantly Seb was close. The deep thrusting was sending waves through his body, a sharp spark of pleasure followed by an involuntary shudder through his entire body. Fernando was making all sorts of noises that indicated that he too was close.
Seb came first, his whole body tensing as he arched back into Fernando, who was breathing heavily and open-mouthed against the back of his neck. Thankfully Seb didn't have to keep himself up on his arms and legs for much longer as Fernando let out a string of Spanish before collapsing on top of Seb, pushing him down into the bed.
They both laid there for a little while. Fernando taking a moment to pull out of Seb. They were both sweaty, breathing heavily and Seb had no intention of moving for a while.
The sun was up when he finally woke. The first thing that hit him was how dry his mouth was. However, he knew exactly where he was. Fernando was asleep next to him, tangled in the sheets with his blonde hair looking attractively messed. Seb felt a pang of guilt that was soon replaced with excitement. He slid out of the bed and instantly wished he'd moved more carefully. He hurt and his whole body ached.
The alcohol had clearly done a good job in blurring the fine line between pain and pleasure. Seb winced but got to his feet and began to gather his clothes. Most of them were still in a crumpled heap by the door.
It was still very early, if he was quick he could get back to his room before anyone else was up. No one would notice that he was still in last night's clothes and walking a little stiffly.
Once dressed Seb glanced back at Fernando, who had rolled onto his side and was now looking intently at him. “Until next time?” asked the Spaniard with a grin. He propped himself up on an elbow and raked a hand through his hair.
Seb smiled and opened the door. “Until next time.”
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel / Fernando Torres
Words: 3217
Rating: R/18
A/N: Written for a motorskink prompt.
Seb took another glass of champagne as a waiter passed him. The flute was cool in his hand and the bubbles fizzed pleasantly in his mouth. How many was that now, four - maybe five - glasses? He didn't care, he was still on a high from yesterday. A race win, people cheering for him again, that never got old. Now he was at some charity do bidding on things he didn't really want and drinking too much.
It wasn't hard to mingle and talk with people at events like these, he knew almost everyone here and the attention was nice. However, this quiet moment away from the masses, just him and his champagne, was welcomed. He let the wide grin slip from his face, the ache in his cheeks told him that maybe this was all a bit much. He wasn't being fake, not at all, but he needed a rest.
He managed to avoid speaking to anyone until he was halfway through his fifth - maybe sixth - glass of champagne. People watching was always interesting and Seb had his glass halfway to his lips when he saw a non-F1 face heading his way. The man looked familiar and it took Seb a few moments to get past the alcohol fuzz to realise it was the same man who had been wandering around the paddock in a Sauber hat over the weekend.
The man was approaching along with a few other people and Seb wondered where the rest of his entourage was. The press had been following him around all weekend, Seb recalled. They were approaching him, one suited man veered off to give a few empty glasses to a waiter and soon the tall blonde man and a companion was upon him.
Fernando Torres! Seb put on his widest smile and reached for the hand that was being extended to him.
"Well done yesterday. A good result for you."
Seb felt a swell of pride. "Thank you. Did you enjoy the race?" There was something about the fact this footballer didn't introduce himself, he just assumed that Seb knew who he was, that was quite endearing.
They talked about the race, about Sauber, about Red Bull and drank champagne. Soon Seb's head was swimming, he was laughing, feeling the heat of another person being so close. More champagne. People came and went into their conversation but Fernando was the constant. The part of this night Seb was going to remember.
Soon he found himself alone and out on the balcony. The past few hours had sped past in a blur and he wasn't sure how he'd been swept out here but the warm night air was welcoming. It was a sobering breeze blowing over the railing Seb was now leaning against. He wondered what had ever possessed him to get this drunk.
The beginning of the evening seemed like a lifetime ago. He'd bought things, expensive things but the money was going to charity so that was okay. He wondered if he should be bored of champagne by now, but it reminded him of success. All those times up on the podium, especially last year. He smiled to himself and lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair.
His body didn't really react when someone came to lean next to him but he felt a little startled. He'd forgotten about the party. He glanced to his left. Sleek suit, blonde hair, tall. That was all he could take in but he knew who it was straight away.
"Drunk?" Fernando asked.
Seb laughed and looked at his hands as he interlaced his fingers, elbows on the railing. "Yes."
"Not enough."
A glass was pressed into Seb's hand and he drank obediently. He couldn't resist champagne, especially not from a new friend. Once he was done with that glass, though, he realised that he was perhaps too drunk to continue.
"What's the time?" he asked, straightening himself.
"Is late," Fernando said turning to lean with his back against the railings.
Seb nodded, smiled and swayed a little. "I'm going home," he slurred despite trying to focus on appearing as sober as he possibly could. By home he meant back to the hotel. "Was nice to meet you."
"Party is over. I have a car waiting. I can give you a lift." The clipped, Spanish tones didn't seem to fit with the smile Fernando was giving him.
The footballer pushed himself away from the railing. Seb noticed that he too was a little unsteady. He placed his hands heavily on Seb's shoulders before turning him around and pointing him in the direction of the doors.
It took a while to get out of the venue, although it had already emptied considerably since Seb was last inside. People were saying goodbye all around him and he did his best to smile and be polite but the room was spinning, the people were spinning and it was hot, too hot. He felt a hand on his lower back, a guiding hand that led him out into the cooler air of outside. His head cleared again.
People were still talking to him but Seb just waved good bye and tried to walk in a straight line.
Car. Seb got in and somehow the door shut behind him. He slumped down in the seat and relished in the relative silence. All he could hear was the hum of the car's engine. More door sounds cut through the haze and Seb glanced sleepily at Fernando who had got into the car beside him.
"Where do you need to go?"
Seb took a long moment to remember the name of his hotel before forcing it out along with the street he /thought/ it was on. There was a chuckle, talking that wasn't directed at him and the car growled into motion. Heavy-lidded Seb stared out at city as it drifted by. It was all lights and dark patches with occasional blurs of colour. The journey can't have been long but soon Seb was starting to feel more sober, properly this time. He felt he could hold his head up again and the whole world didn't spin whenever he shut his eyes.
However, he did know that he wouldn't be going to sleep any time soon. He wasn't so drunk that he was going to collapse on his bed and deal with the effects of the alcohol in the morning. He was going to ride out this ridiculous storm, drink lots of water then go to sleep.
"Our stop." Fernando's words cut through the air and Seb turned to look at him. He'd forgotten he was there. The thrum of the car had softened and Seb realised they'd stopped outside his hotel.
Their hotel? Either that was a lucky coincidence or Fernando had invited himself in.
Regardless, Seb got out of the car, thanked the driver and made his way to the door that was being held open for him. Fernando followed, quickly falling into step with Seb. "I'm up here, room 303." Fernando pointed down a corridor. "Hope you do not feel bad tomorrow morning." He laughed, patted Seb playfully on the side of the face then strode off in the direction of his room. Seb watched him go and Fernando only turned once to look over his shoulder and give Seb a cheeky wink.
Seb stood there, a little dazed for a moment. A sleepy receptionist at the desk gave him a questioning look before he started to dig in his pockets for his key card. Trousers, jacket, inside pockets. Key card. Smooth and yet sharp-edged against his hand. He sighed. He wasn't ready for bed, his head felt clearer. He didn't want to drink any more but he didn't want to resign himself to sleep just yet.
His stomach flipped and he felt like he was missing something. There was now no constant. No hand on his arm, shoulder against him, no warm presence to keep him interested in the evening. The night was clouded with champagne fuzz but Seb quickly let it race through his head as he turned his key over in his hands.
Lots of champagne, lots of touching. At the time it hadn't registered. All he'd been aware of was the knot in his stomach, the excitement but he'd put it down to the alcohol and the lingering giddiness that came with a race win.
His legs were ahead of his brain as he started to walk down the corridor to the lift. Floor 3. Room 303.
Suddenly aware of his heart thundering away in his chest, Seb took long, calculated strides down the third floor corridor. Anticipation mingled with apprehension and all of Seb's common sense was screaming at him to stop and go to his room. Yet he still kept walking.
The door to room 303 lay ahead and was slightly ajar. If that wasn't an open invitation then he didn't know what was. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath in and tried to work out if he was still very drunk or if all of this had suddenly made him very, very sober.
The light was on and there was Spanish coming from the TV inside the room. Slowly and quietly Seb pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He glanced around, eyes instantly falling to the blonde footballer on the bed who was only wearing a pair of tight - too tight - boxer shorts. "Sorry, door was open." Seb kicked it shut and grinned.
He didn't feel as confident as he sounded. This was a whole new situation to him. Two championships had opened up so many windows for him and he'd often found himself taking random women back to his room but never had he followed anyone - let alone a man - to their room without a direct invitation.
Fernando chuckled and swung himself off the bed. "I wondered how long it would take you."
Seb swept his eyes down the other man's body, tanned skin, a defined chest, hard abs. "Yeah?" he looked up again and ran his tongue across his lips.
Fernando was then on him, pushing him back against the door with such force that Seb let out an pained huff. "Too drunk?" Fernando questioned, pulling Seb's shirt from his trousers.
Seb tilted his head slightly to look a the Spaniard. Dark eyes seemed darker now and filled with such obvious lust that Seb's heart leapt into his throat. He smiled and let Fernando instigate a long, rough kiss. There were hands on his face, his neck, his shoulders. Things blurred again but this time because of desire and the knowledge that they were going to do something very naughty but very good at the same time.
No time was wasted in Fernando undoing Seb's trousers and unceremoniously shoving a hand down the front of his boxers. A stifled moan escaped Seb's lips as Fernando grabbed his half-hard cock, making everything instantly spark into life. All of a sudden Seb was achingly hard and still far too well-dressed. He shrugged his jacket off as he bucked his hips against Fernando's hand.
Seb groaned as he was kissed again, fiercer this time with teeth and tongue. He inhaled sharply as Fernando bit down on his lower lip. Then suddenly the hand around his cock was gone. Seb let out a whimper but Fernando soon covered his body, they were pressed chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock between far too many layers of material.
Lifting his head to allow kisses and bites to be trailed down his neck Seb began to kick off his shoes and toe off his socks. Fernando did the rest of the work, unbuttoning Seb's shirt as he moved down his chest. Only pausing once to bit down hard on one of Seb's nipples.
The shirt was pulled off him and his trousers and boxers pulled down to his knees. Seb shuffled him the rest of the way out of them until he was standing hard and naked in front of Fernando who took one appreciative glance across him before pinning him to the door once again. The kissing and groping was drunken, messy and the hottest thing Seb had ever experienced. His hands rested on Fernando's hips, his thumbs dipping into the V that disappeared into his boxers.
Seb's hands were moving quicker than his brain and soon Fernando's boxers were off and Seb was on his knees in front of him.
Slowly he took Fernando's cock into his mouth, performing on instinct alone. He'd had this done to him enough times, he should be quite good at it. The moans from above and the hand winding itself through his hair told him he was doing all right. He snaked his hands up defined thighs and sides as he sucked and licked. He tried not to gag when Fernando thrust himself halfway down his throat and relished in the groans coming from the other man.
When Seb was pushed away rather violently and dragged to his feet he wondered what he'd done wrong. It took him a while to realise he'd been doing everything right. He was pushed down onto the bed and Fernando climbed on top of him, grinding his hips downward. The friction send waves of pleasure coursing through Seb and he grabbed at the shoulders above him, raking his nails roughly down Fernando's back until he could grab his arse to pull him closer.
Fernando's cock rubbing against his was driving Seb wild. He clawed at the other man for more friction, kissed him hungrily and let out little gasps of pleasure. Fernando tasted of sweat, aftershave and champagne. Seb moved the kisses from his mouth to his neck, to his collar bone. He nipped and sucked at the soft skin there, enjoying the moans it elicited.
Fernando lifted himself up, pausing briefly to roll his hips down and grin at Seb. He stood swiftly and steadily and Seb could do nothing but watch as Fernando swept his eyes over him slowly and appreciatively.
"Turn over." The words were so commanding, so serious that Seb didn't hesitate. He rolled onto his front, strong hands helping him. "Knees," Fernando braked another instruction.
This was going to happen and Seb's cock ached at the thought. He dragged himself onto all fours pushing his arse out towards the footballer.
A hand ran all the way down his spine before coming to rest on his thigh. There were a few long moments of painful stillness and Seb wondered what Fernando was doing. He let out a soft whimper, he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be fucked.
Slowly Fernando ran his other hand from Seb's lower back down his arse. Seb felt vulnerable, scrutinised. "Please," he huffed.
With that one, pleading word Fernando snapped into action. He got to his knees by the side of the side of the bed, his hands all the while on Seb's legs and arse. Without much more warning a slick finger was pressed against his hole. Seb was glad for the slight haze of alcohol still in his bloodstream because he was sure it would've hurt a lot more otherwise. Something told him he needed to get this part over with, he pushed back against Fernando's finger and sucked in a deep breath as it slipped in further.
He let Fernando stretch him as he clutched onto the bed sheets. First one finger until it felt comfortable. Nice, even. Then two but Seb had been expecting it. The initial feeling was quite odd but not exactly painful. By the third finger his cock was completely hard and again and he was aware that he was whimpering something incoherent. He needed to be touched, needed more than this. Fernando felt too far away.
"Please," Seb croaked again. His voice felt heavy and distant but the movement behind him told him he'd been heard. The fingers slipped out and a ripple - one that sat right on the pain/pleasure barrier - shook through him. There was cool air, some rustling then a hot wet heat pressing against him. Fernando guided his cock into Seb with surprising ease.
Seb didn't breathe until he was completely filled. Fernando stopped there for a few moments and slowly Seb let out the breath he'd been holding. The whole sensation changed and he could feel Fernando's cock tense inside him. One hand moved to his shoulder as Fernando slipped out of him. Seb revelled in the sensation, strange but wonderful.
From there Fernando didn't hold back. Seb went up and down with pain and pleasure until he couldn't tell which was which any more. The thrusts were hard and jarring and somewhere in the back of his mind Seb was aware of fingernails digging into the skin of his hips and lower back. As Fernando's movements became more and more erratic Seb found himself pushing back, clenching around Fernando and touching himself.
His hand was unceremoniously shoved out of the way as Fernando leaned over him. He wrapped his hand around Seb's cock and began to toss him off in time with his own frenzied thrusts. Almost instantly Seb was close. The deep thrusting was sending waves through his body, a sharp spark of pleasure followed by an involuntary shudder through his entire body. Fernando was making all sorts of noises that indicated that he too was close.
Seb came first, his whole body tensing as he arched back into Fernando, who was breathing heavily and open-mouthed against the back of his neck. Thankfully Seb didn't have to keep himself up on his arms and legs for much longer as Fernando let out a string of Spanish before collapsing on top of Seb, pushing him down into the bed.
They both laid there for a little while. Fernando taking a moment to pull out of Seb. They were both sweaty, breathing heavily and Seb had no intention of moving for a while.
The sun was up when he finally woke. The first thing that hit him was how dry his mouth was. However, he knew exactly where he was. Fernando was asleep next to him, tangled in the sheets with his blonde hair looking attractively messed. Seb felt a pang of guilt that was soon replaced with excitement. He slid out of the bed and instantly wished he'd moved more carefully. He hurt and his whole body ached.
The alcohol had clearly done a good job in blurring the fine line between pain and pleasure. Seb winced but got to his feet and began to gather his clothes. Most of them were still in a crumpled heap by the door.
It was still very early, if he was quick he could get back to his room before anyone else was up. No one would notice that he was still in last night's clothes and walking a little stiffly.
Once dressed Seb glanced back at Fernando, who had rolled onto his side and was now looking intently at him. “Until next time?” asked the Spaniard with a grin. He propped himself up on an elbow and raked a hand through his hair.
Seb smiled and opened the door. “Until next time.”