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Title: What happens happens
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andrés Iniesta/David Villa
Disclaimer: None of the Spanish team belong to me. Unfortunately. Any resemblances to the actual players is complete coincidence.
Author’s Notes: For the Sergio Ramos Invitational at keys_in_a_pot. I know next to nothing about Iniesta and only a little more about Villa so I hope this does them justice and that you enjoy it.
Andrés followed David quietly back to the older man’s room, Iker’s misgivings and the other boys’ jibes about initiations and secrets ringing in his ears. He had no idea what the striker expected and to be honest, had no idea what he himself expected.
David held to the door open to allow the younger man entrance. Silva had gone off to Xabi’s room as they’d previously agreed. Things were strange with the boy at the moment, with the fact they were together for the World Cup stopping the reality that David was now a Barcelona player from sinking in.
Andrés perched cautiously on the edge of a bed. He got along with David, the men were friends, but this was odd. Although he supposed it was a good way to have some fun and release some tension before proper training started.
Handing his teammate a beer from the mini-fridge, David flopped gracefully onto his bed. “So what do you want to do? All the other parties had instructions to fuck but Ramos didn’t seem to care what we did as long as we got out of his room.” The older man smirked as he took a drag from his beer.
Andrés shrugged, toeing off his shoes and making himself more comfortable. “I’m easy. In all senses of the word in this situation.” He added with a smile at the leer David subjected him to. Both men laughed settling back into their easy friendship.
They finished their beers quietly, both musing over their options. Andrés wasn’t going to lie; he was curious about how his compatriot would be in bed and knew he’d kick himself if he passed up on the opportunity. Not to mention the ribbing he’s get from the rest of the team if he didn’t sleep with the striker.
“So would you rather top or bottom?” escapes his lips before he’s really thought about the words.
David blinks for a long moment before huffing out a laugh. “I’ll do either,” he admits, running a hand through his hair, vaguely self-conscious. He’s private about his life outside of football but he’s not a prude nor ashamed of anything he does, and when he’s asked a direct question by someone he trusts he’s going to answer honestly. “How about you?”
Andrés shrugged, “Again, I’m easy. I do either too, so I’m up for whatever.”
“No initiation rituals?” David teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
The midfield laughed softly. “Not now,” he agreed. “Plenty of time back at Camp Nou and plenty more people who’d pout too dramatically about being left out.”
David laughed too, “Gerard, Bojan and Leo’d be inconsolable.” He concurred, pausing for a moment, “What’s Gerard’s obsession with your head?”
“Honestly? I have no idea.” Both men collapsed laughing, somehow ending up on the same bed with David exaggeratedly stroking Andrés’ scalp a la Pique.
“How about we flip for it?” The dark haired man suggested suddenly.
“For who’s going to top?” the other clarified.
David shrugged, “or we could just let things happen.”
There’s a pause with both men musing things over, David still absently stroking Andrés’ scalp and Andrés’ fingers playing absently with the hem of David’s shirt. His fingers brushed just below the other man’s navel accidentally and David gave a subconscious shiver. Andrés glanced up surprised and then did it again, deliberately this time with his eyes fixed on David’s. The result was the same and the midfielder smiled leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of David’s mouth. “How about we just let things happen?” he breathed, his fingers steadily tracing the waistband of David’s jeans and then scrapping lightly down the zipper.
David groaned and pressed up into Andrés’ body, his cock hardening at the contact. His own fingers found the hem of the other man’s shirt and tugged it up and off his body before letting his nails scrap gently down Andrés’ back eliciting a shiver of his own. The older man chuckled darkly and repeated the action, Andrés pressing down into him trapping his own hands between their bodies and feeling his own dick rapidly hardening in response.
They thrust together mindlessly for a few moments, quickly finding a satisfying rhythm. Andrés mouthed along David’s jaw line, while David’s hands grasped Andrés’ arse. Reaching the junction where neck met shoulder Andrés nipped lightly and then pulled away to rid the other man of his shirt. David let out another low groan when the midfielder immediately attached his mouth onto one of his exposed nipples, the sensitive nubs hardening quickly. He pushed Andrés away with a mumbled, “Jeans, get out of them, now.”
With all remaining articles of clothing removed the two men fell into each other again, this time with Andrés under David. The older man licked his palm and then grasped both their cocks together in a loose fist, handling them both slowly. Andrés moaned and matched his thrusts to the other man’s, the feel of David’s hand and cock rubbing against his own fantastic.
David reached out to the side blindly, fumbling in the bedside draw to find lube and a condom. When his rhythm on their cocks faltered Andrés batted his hand away and took over, letting him find the items slightly less impeded. One satisfactorily well-timed twist of the midfielder’s hand had him knocking his hand violently against the draw and grasping at the man’s shoulder. He glowered down at Andrés who just smirked back.
Finally dumping the items on the next to Andrés’ head the striker bent down and bit non too gently at the man’s collar bone. Andrés cried out in surprise, his free hand reaching out to clutch tightly at David’s bicep. “Not nice,” he gasped as David laughed darkly again, hot breath ghosting the shell of his ear.
David pulled back, taking the lube with him and settled on his knees between Andrés splayed legs. He poured a generous amount out on to his fingers, covering three completely. Andrés swallowed thickly as their eyes met, David’s seeking permission. The younger man gave a brief nod causing David to smile and place his other hand reassuringly on his thigh, his thumb tracing circles along the crease of his hip. Andrés bent his other leg up and out, exposing his puckered hole to the older man. David’s breath caught at the sight of his friend spread open and waiting for him. He looked stunning surrendering like that and he couldn’t wait to be inside.
The striker made quick work of prepping the other man, taking care not to hurt him. “Ready?” he asked, aligning himself up.
“Yesssss,” Andrés hissed, the syllable dragging out as David sunk into him. Both men froze, panting for a long moment before Andrés hooked his legs around the back of David’s knees forcing him to move. They settled into a rhythm as quickly as they had earlier, matching each other thrust for thrust, both chasing their pleasure and dragging the other with them.
It wasn’t long before David’s thrust became more erratic and he fisted Andrés’ cock, pushing them both ever closer to the edge. A swipe of his thumb across the midfielder’s head had the man coming apart, his muscles milking the striker for all he was worth, sending David tumbling seconds later.
They lay together, David panting into Andrés’ neck and Andrés’ head tipped back against the pillows, his legs slipping feebly from David’s hips. After a long moment David heaved himself off the other man, tying off the condom and flinging it in the direction of the bin. He flopped face down next to Andrés and trailed his fingers through the come pooling on his belly. Andrés groaned and pushed his hand away, hopping off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
He returned moments later to find David under the covers and watching him almost warily. He bit his lip hesitating for a moment before deciding what the hell and got back into the bed. David laughed lightly as the other man snuggled into him. “I thought for a moment there that was going to be awkward,” he admitted, rubbing his palm over Andrés’ scalp.
“I like to snuggle afterward, I’m not ashamed.” Andrés grinned, rubbing his nose against David’s neck and gaining a small shiver causing his grin to widen.
David laughed again, “me too.”
They’re quiet for a while, soaking up the closeness and lazy post-coital bliss. Andrés breaks the silence, “Is Silva coming back?”
“Possibly.” David’s voice is quiet and laced with something resembling sadness.
“How are things between the two of you?” Andrés lifts his head to look at David.
The older man sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and staring up at the ceiling. “Odd. Because we’re all here like this I don’t think it’s really sunk in that I’ve left. For either of us.”
Andrés hummed and pressed a brief kiss to David’s shoulder, not knowing what to say.
“I love him.” David admitted, “But not being at the same club is going to be hard. I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
“Do any of us? Even if we weren’t world class footballers, circumstances are always changing. I think the best any of us can do is adjust and fight for the things we love, if we think they’re worth it.”
“When did you get so smart?” David laughed.
“I’ve always been, you just haven’t noticed.” Andrés teased back, his eyes glinting. David laughed again and playful shoved him from the bed. “Is that a hint?” the midfielder smirked, finding his clothes and pulling them on.
David nodded, his face still alight with laughter, “thank you though, that was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome and anytime, you’re not too bad yourself.” Andrés grinned, leaning over to kiss the man’s cheeks.
He meets Silva just as he’s closing the door behind him. The younger man has a spring in his step and a grin plastered over his face. “Did you have fun with Xabi?” Andrés laughed.
“Oh yeah.” Silva smirked, “he didn’t know what hit him.”
Andrés laughed again and kissed the younger man’s cheeks as a goodnight before shoving him gently through his door to go share with his usual lover.
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andrés Iniesta/David Villa
Disclaimer: None of the Spanish team belong to me. Unfortunately. Any resemblances to the actual players is complete coincidence.
Author’s Notes: For the Sergio Ramos Invitational at keys_in_a_pot. I know next to nothing about Iniesta and only a little more about Villa so I hope this does them justice and that you enjoy it.
Andrés followed David quietly back to the older man’s room, Iker’s misgivings and the other boys’ jibes about initiations and secrets ringing in his ears. He had no idea what the striker expected and to be honest, had no idea what he himself expected.
David held to the door open to allow the younger man entrance. Silva had gone off to Xabi’s room as they’d previously agreed. Things were strange with the boy at the moment, with the fact they were together for the World Cup stopping the reality that David was now a Barcelona player from sinking in.
Andrés perched cautiously on the edge of a bed. He got along with David, the men were friends, but this was odd. Although he supposed it was a good way to have some fun and release some tension before proper training started.
Handing his teammate a beer from the mini-fridge, David flopped gracefully onto his bed. “So what do you want to do? All the other parties had instructions to fuck but Ramos didn’t seem to care what we did as long as we got out of his room.” The older man smirked as he took a drag from his beer.
Andrés shrugged, toeing off his shoes and making himself more comfortable. “I’m easy. In all senses of the word in this situation.” He added with a smile at the leer David subjected him to. Both men laughed settling back into their easy friendship.
They finished their beers quietly, both musing over their options. Andrés wasn’t going to lie; he was curious about how his compatriot would be in bed and knew he’d kick himself if he passed up on the opportunity. Not to mention the ribbing he’s get from the rest of the team if he didn’t sleep with the striker.
“So would you rather top or bottom?” escapes his lips before he’s really thought about the words.
David blinks for a long moment before huffing out a laugh. “I’ll do either,” he admits, running a hand through his hair, vaguely self-conscious. He’s private about his life outside of football but he’s not a prude nor ashamed of anything he does, and when he’s asked a direct question by someone he trusts he’s going to answer honestly. “How about you?”
Andrés shrugged, “Again, I’m easy. I do either too, so I’m up for whatever.”
“No initiation rituals?” David teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
The midfield laughed softly. “Not now,” he agreed. “Plenty of time back at Camp Nou and plenty more people who’d pout too dramatically about being left out.”
David laughed too, “Gerard, Bojan and Leo’d be inconsolable.” He concurred, pausing for a moment, “What’s Gerard’s obsession with your head?”
“Honestly? I have no idea.” Both men collapsed laughing, somehow ending up on the same bed with David exaggeratedly stroking Andrés’ scalp a la Pique.
“How about we flip for it?” The dark haired man suggested suddenly.
“For who’s going to top?” the other clarified.
David shrugged, “or we could just let things happen.”
There’s a pause with both men musing things over, David still absently stroking Andrés’ scalp and Andrés’ fingers playing absently with the hem of David’s shirt. His fingers brushed just below the other man’s navel accidentally and David gave a subconscious shiver. Andrés glanced up surprised and then did it again, deliberately this time with his eyes fixed on David’s. The result was the same and the midfielder smiled leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of David’s mouth. “How about we just let things happen?” he breathed, his fingers steadily tracing the waistband of David’s jeans and then scrapping lightly down the zipper.
David groaned and pressed up into Andrés’ body, his cock hardening at the contact. His own fingers found the hem of the other man’s shirt and tugged it up and off his body before letting his nails scrap gently down Andrés’ back eliciting a shiver of his own. The older man chuckled darkly and repeated the action, Andrés pressing down into him trapping his own hands between their bodies and feeling his own dick rapidly hardening in response.
They thrust together mindlessly for a few moments, quickly finding a satisfying rhythm. Andrés mouthed along David’s jaw line, while David’s hands grasped Andrés’ arse. Reaching the junction where neck met shoulder Andrés nipped lightly and then pulled away to rid the other man of his shirt. David let out another low groan when the midfielder immediately attached his mouth onto one of his exposed nipples, the sensitive nubs hardening quickly. He pushed Andrés away with a mumbled, “Jeans, get out of them, now.”
With all remaining articles of clothing removed the two men fell into each other again, this time with Andrés under David. The older man licked his palm and then grasped both their cocks together in a loose fist, handling them both slowly. Andrés moaned and matched his thrusts to the other man’s, the feel of David’s hand and cock rubbing against his own fantastic.
David reached out to the side blindly, fumbling in the bedside draw to find lube and a condom. When his rhythm on their cocks faltered Andrés batted his hand away and took over, letting him find the items slightly less impeded. One satisfactorily well-timed twist of the midfielder’s hand had him knocking his hand violently against the draw and grasping at the man’s shoulder. He glowered down at Andrés who just smirked back.
Finally dumping the items on the next to Andrés’ head the striker bent down and bit non too gently at the man’s collar bone. Andrés cried out in surprise, his free hand reaching out to clutch tightly at David’s bicep. “Not nice,” he gasped as David laughed darkly again, hot breath ghosting the shell of his ear.
David pulled back, taking the lube with him and settled on his knees between Andrés splayed legs. He poured a generous amount out on to his fingers, covering three completely. Andrés swallowed thickly as their eyes met, David’s seeking permission. The younger man gave a brief nod causing David to smile and place his other hand reassuringly on his thigh, his thumb tracing circles along the crease of his hip. Andrés bent his other leg up and out, exposing his puckered hole to the older man. David’s breath caught at the sight of his friend spread open and waiting for him. He looked stunning surrendering like that and he couldn’t wait to be inside.
The striker made quick work of prepping the other man, taking care not to hurt him. “Ready?” he asked, aligning himself up.
“Yesssss,” Andrés hissed, the syllable dragging out as David sunk into him. Both men froze, panting for a long moment before Andrés hooked his legs around the back of David’s knees forcing him to move. They settled into a rhythm as quickly as they had earlier, matching each other thrust for thrust, both chasing their pleasure and dragging the other with them.
It wasn’t long before David’s thrust became more erratic and he fisted Andrés’ cock, pushing them both ever closer to the edge. A swipe of his thumb across the midfielder’s head had the man coming apart, his muscles milking the striker for all he was worth, sending David tumbling seconds later.
They lay together, David panting into Andrés’ neck and Andrés’ head tipped back against the pillows, his legs slipping feebly from David’s hips. After a long moment David heaved himself off the other man, tying off the condom and flinging it in the direction of the bin. He flopped face down next to Andrés and trailed his fingers through the come pooling on his belly. Andrés groaned and pushed his hand away, hopping off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
He returned moments later to find David under the covers and watching him almost warily. He bit his lip hesitating for a moment before deciding what the hell and got back into the bed. David laughed lightly as the other man snuggled into him. “I thought for a moment there that was going to be awkward,” he admitted, rubbing his palm over Andrés’ scalp.
“I like to snuggle afterward, I’m not ashamed.” Andrés grinned, rubbing his nose against David’s neck and gaining a small shiver causing his grin to widen.
David laughed again, “me too.”
They’re quiet for a while, soaking up the closeness and lazy post-coital bliss. Andrés breaks the silence, “Is Silva coming back?”
“Possibly.” David’s voice is quiet and laced with something resembling sadness.
“How are things between the two of you?” Andrés lifts his head to look at David.
The older man sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and staring up at the ceiling. “Odd. Because we’re all here like this I don’t think it’s really sunk in that I’ve left. For either of us.”
Andrés hummed and pressed a brief kiss to David’s shoulder, not knowing what to say.
“I love him.” David admitted, “But not being at the same club is going to be hard. I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
“Do any of us? Even if we weren’t world class footballers, circumstances are always changing. I think the best any of us can do is adjust and fight for the things we love, if we think they’re worth it.”
“When did you get so smart?” David laughed.
“I’ve always been, you just haven’t noticed.” Andrés teased back, his eyes glinting. David laughed again and playful shoved him from the bed. “Is that a hint?” the midfielder smirked, finding his clothes and pulling them on.
David nodded, his face still alight with laughter, “thank you though, that was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome and anytime, you’re not too bad yourself.” Andrés grinned, leaning over to kiss the man’s cheeks.
He meets Silva just as he’s closing the door behind him. The younger man has a spring in his step and a grin plastered over his face. “Did you have fun with Xabi?” Andrés laughed.
“Oh yeah.” Silva smirked, “he didn’t know what hit him.”
Andrés laughed again and kissed the younger man’s cheeks as a goodnight before shoving him gently through his door to go share with his usual lover.