Making It Easy
Title: Making It Easy
Pairing: Joan Capdevila/Pedro Rodriguez, with a hint of Xavi/Pedro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2736
Summary: Pedro's first key party and his first Seleccion.
Disclaimer: Even I couldn't believe this!
A/N: For The Sergio Ramos Invitational at keys_in_a_pot
Maybe it’s the altitude making everyone lose their damned minds. Pedro is pondering this as he walks back to the dorm-like room with Joan Capdevila. Pedro isn’t stupid, he knows what goes on at Barcelona, but he’s never been brave enough to try it. Not that he hasn’t had opportunities.
Training with the national team is a lot like being in boarding school or the military. Even being on the road with his club is nothing like the constant grind of this training. He’s never felt this kind of naked loneliness and desperation for human affection.
It’s almost like being on a higher plane of existence, he thinks. Brains are focused, bodies are at their peak. But, they’re not ninja monks, they’re horny, passionate footballers, who are used to getting laid regularly, and everything ultimately boils down to that. There’s comic relief, certainly, but Pedro can’t help notice how everyone hugs too hard, looks too long, and talks about sex like they’ve just gone through puberty and it’s the latest thing.
When Sergio Ramos decides to do something about it, Pedro is mortified and relieved all at once. Everyone is physically perfect. No one is ugly, just vastly different from one another. It’s not like any possible draw of keys could put him off and that’s the shame of it. He can’t even deny how beautiful his team is, how exceptional every one of them is.
Capdevila is older, bigger, hilarious, outgoing, and he’s not taking the arrangement very seriously. Pedro appreciates his lightness. He really has no idea how much.
Joan sits on the sofa and motions for Pedro to sit next to him. Pedro looks him over, remembers all the times they met in La Liga, when it was about being faster, shoving and kicking their ways to the other side of the pitch, engulfed in rivalry and tension.
As if Capdevila is a mind-reader, he shakes his head, waves away the younger man’s hesitation.
“That was just football, like this is just sex…similar, but the sex part is much easier.”
Pedro thinks this depends on where you play, what you win, and who you fuck….
“Not for me, it isn’t,” Pedro says, sitting down next to the long, tall Catalan.
“Then maybe you’re not doing it right,” Joan says.
“There are only so many ways to fuck,” Pedro says and he sounds tired, even to himself.
“Yeah, but there’s a lot more to it than the fucking, Pedrito,” Joan tells him.
God, it’s so fucked up, wanting to get off by any means necessary, even with a teammate. But, Pedro thinks it has its allure too, of things yet to discover, and it makes him feel like he did the first time a girl let him put his hand down her knickers…like there are so many possibilities.
“What do we do first?” Pedro asks. He takes off his polo shirt and feels like an idiot for a moment, until he sees Joan’s eyes following him appreciatively.
“Whatever we want,” Joan says, cupping Pedro’s chin and giving him a brief kiss.
The kiss is just friendly. Pedro is paralyzed with indecision for a moment, but Joan decides for them.
“Let’s get naked and get in bed, then we can feel the rest of it out.”
Pedro nods, moving toward the bed and takes off the rest of his clothes. Capdevila is naked and hard, slipping under white cotton sheets. Pedro follows, getting into bed on the opposite side and facing Joan.
For a few moments, they’re just looking at each other.
“What do you like?” Joan asks.
“Does it sound insensitive if I say I like being jerked off?” Pedro confesses.
Joan laughs. “We’re not here for sensitivity training.”
Pedro breathes a sigh of relief, as Capdevila’s hand wraps around his cock.
Joan’s dark eyes get wide and he smiles over at Pedro. Joan let’s go and directs Pedro to stroke him at the same time.
It’s odd, in Pedro’s hand, so long and fat, a contrast to his own short, thick cock. Pedro is envious, fascinated, interested in this big cock in his hand. The Catalan next to him is warm, smells incredible and thrusts himself in Pedro’s hand, eagerly.
Everything about Capdevila is big. Pedro seeks out the other man’s mouth with his tongue, licking across his lips. Joan opens his mouth slightly, joining his tongue to Pedro’s.
“I’m not even going to last five minutes,” Pedro says, when he draws back.
“Good,” Capdevila says.
Pedro comes, gushing all over both of them and moaning against the Catalan’s neck.
“Will you suck me?” Capdevila asks.
Pedro doesn’t even know what to do, but he nods anyway and sits up. He’s just too curious about the Catalan’s big prick to refuse the request.
Joan leans back against the pillows, stretching out his long, tanned body. He spreads his thick thighs a little and Pedro moves between them. Every centimeter of the defender is rippling, muscular glory.
Pedro leans in, taking the big cock in his hands and gives the sticky tip of it a cursory lick. It’s just different than anything, but not in a bad way. He runs his tongue along the edge of Capdevila’s foreskin and then takes more of it in his mouth. Joan groans, runs his fingers through the Canarian’s shiny black hair.
“It’s good,” Pedro tells him, then goes back to trying to suck as much of the big cock as possible, letting his competitive nature take over.
Pedro closes his eyes and goes down on the big defender. At some point, he’s letting go of how embarrassed he is about seeming desperate or slutty and just going after all that cock. He feels the other man’s long fingers playing with his ass and he simply doesn’t fucking care anymore.
And, it’s feels incredible, as Capdevila is rubbing and squeezing him. Then, a long finger, slick with Pedro’s own come, is penetrating him and who knew burning could feel so damned good? His cock is getting hard again already.
Pedro moans around Joan’s cock and the defender has two fingers inside him now. Pedro sucks him harder, feeling new tension shooting through the cock in his mouth.
“Turn around and we can do each other,” Capdevila says and Pedro isn’t really sure if this is humanly possible, with the height difference, but he still wants to try it.
Pedro turns around, as Joan slides his body down further. Pedro straddles the Catalan’s torso, and backs up until his cock is lined up with Capdevila’s face. Pedro soon finds not only is it physically possible, but that Capdevila can take his entire length in his mouth. The winger has never had it like this before, with lips all the way down to his balls.
Capdevila is so good and Pedro wonders if he’s done this before, but it doesn’t really matter. Pedro wants to return the favor and takes the Catalan’s prick between his full pink lips and sucks on it. Pre-come drips from it and Pedro licks it all away.
“I’m going to come again,” Pedro warns, but Joan doesn’t let up. Pedro feels his balls tighten and his brain goes fuzzy. He comes down the defender’s throat and Capdevila audibly gulps it down and goes right back to sucking. Pedro has to beg for him to stop, because he’s twitching and tender.
“Please,” Pedro gasps, but is so blissed out that he doesn’t really know what he’s pleading for anymore.
Pedro strokes the other man’s cock, but Joan doesn’t seem like he’s in any danger of coming too soon. He just seems to be enjoying Pedro’s hot little mouth all over his crotch. Pedro moves forward, forcing Capdevila to let go of his limp cock. Pedro wants to suck on the Catalan’s balls. It’s weird, but still he wants to feel those huge balls in his mouth.
They’re bare and Pedro takes one and sucks, loving the way the smooth flesh feels along his tongue. Capdevila even tastes good down there, not salty, but clean and natural. Pedro digs his tongue into the crevice between the defender’s groin and thigh and makes him cry out. Pedro loves that place, loves the muscle of the thigh, because he knows that’s where all the work they do really shows. He sucks the bulge of Capdevila’s thigh, leaving a bright red mark.
Pedro lifts the heavy balls and drags his tongue around underneath, seeking out the man’s hole. Capdevila pants, lifts his hips. Pedro wets his fingertips by sucking them and then moves a delicate finger into Joan’s ass.
But, then Capdevila is bringing him back down, by the narrow waist, and it’s Pedro’s ass he’s after. Pedro lets him, goes back to stroking the big cock in front of him while Joan spreads the cheeks of the Canarian’s plump butt and licks in between.
Pedro doesn’t know how he feels about this. He’s touched himself there, fingered himself while jerking off, but this is completely different. Joan spreads him apart and jams his tongue into Pedro’s tight hole. It’s warm and wet, pressing into him. It definitely doesn’t hurt.
Pedro is thinking clearly until Capdevila really starts to have him, alternating between tongue-fucking his ass, sucking his balls and rubbing the space between all that. Pedro finds sounds are coming out of him that he didn’t even know he could make. He wiggles, trying to get more, trying to get away…something.
Capdevila palms Pedro’s ass and then smacks the cheek of it, hard enough to make Pedro yelp in surprise. He should stop it right then and there, but the sting of it…it’s so good, so real and he feels too much to stop it. He wants to look in the mirror and see handprints on him.
“Oh, God, do it again,” Pedro says, unable to control his mouth.
Capdevila obliges him, so precise, slapping Pedro’s ass again. It’s a firm spank and then a squeeze to soothe, to make it sink in deep.
Both of the Catalan’s big hands are on Pedro’s ass and he stops the licking and smacking, much to Pedro’s dismay.
“Are we stopping?” Pedro breathes, falling over to the side.
“No, I just thought you might want to fuck each other now,” Joan says, sitting up a bit.
“Each other?” Pedro is kind of surprised, considering Capdevila seems to take charge rather easily.
“You’re strong and your dick is nice…I bet you’re a good fuck,” Capdevila says thoughtfully.
Pedro smiles and realizes he doesn’t feel shy about the idea of it anymore.
“You first, you’re harder,” Pedro says.
Capdevila has a condom in his hand before Pedro can move into position. If the man’s cock is as good as his tongue and fingers, Pedro thinks it might be something he’ll end up doing again. Maybe he’ll finally let Xavi do it. He knows the man looks at him like that sometimes.
Joan puts him on his hands and knees, and takes his time preparing Pedro’s ass with the clear liquid lube. Pedro feels himself opening up, in ways he didn’t imagine he could. The Catalan slides in two long fingers and then three. Pedro’s so slick and open, he feels like a whore, as the other man finger-fucks his ass. But, feeling like a whore must turn him on, because his dick is thick and hard again.
Capdevila licks his lips, before taking his fingers out and pushing his big erection into Pedro’s ass instead. Pedro feels the difference, the stretching, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, the new pressure fills him up and gratifies something deep in him, a sort of need that he didn’t know he had.
“It’s so good, but I feel so slutty,” Pedro gasps.
“Yes you do and it is good,” Joan moans. As soon as he figures out he can fuck Pedro hard, from the start, all he does is pound the other man. Pedro wants it that way, hard and fast, with the defender’s solid body hammering him.
Capdevila comes without slowing down the rhythm of his hips. He fucks through his orgasm, until he’s losing it and has to stop. He falls back against the bed and removes the condom.
Pedro is too horny and doesn’t miss a beat in his fervor. He doesn’t want to stop touching for a moment. He needs it too much. Pedro gets another condom and puts it on. He takes Capdevila flat on his back, putting one of the Catalan’s long legs over his shoulder as he prepares the man with lube.
Capdevila is glittery-eyed, flushed, but ready. He sucks Pedro’s mouth, kisses him all over the face, as Pedro jams slick fingers into the man’s tight ass. Joan’s balls are so big and full, they rub against Pedro’s cock as he starts to fuck him. Pedro moves the Catalan’s package aside and plunges into him. It takes some effort, so Pedro takes Capdevila’s other leg in his hand and bends the tall man backwards.
Then, Pedro is in him, all the way. He rocks his hips, looking for the position that gives the most moans and finds it, making Joan grunt underneath him. The height difference is on the edge of awkward, but Pedro is turned on by those long, muscular legs rubbing against his shoulders. It’s vulgar and beautiful at the same time.
The big defender is wanton, begging for Pedro to do it harder, faster, MORE, to make it hurt, and Pedro does as he’s told. Pedro’s so deep in him, that he feels like he could gladly be swallowed whole. He lasts when he doesn’t think he possibly could, just to see Capdevila’s dark eyes roll back and his mouth gape open in lust.
The Catalan is hard again too, pressed in between their bellies and Pedro can feel the stickiness of it on him.
“Your ass is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Pedro grunts…and he’s felt some amazing things before.
Joan groans back at him, almost smiles at the Canarian, but is too overwhelmed with the cock in him.
Pedro can’t hold on any longer, his mind and heart racing as he comes inside the defender, buried, but with such velocity he’s sure the condom has broken and that he has somehow broken too. He grabs a handful of Capdevila’s black hair and yanks him up for a kiss.
He sits back for a moment, taking in Capdevila, who is still hard, sweaty, panting and wild-eyed. Pedro doesn’t even hesitate, but gets between the man’s thighs and starts to suck him off. He’s lost all respect and can’t care where that cock has been. He just wants it in his mouth, wants to please the Catalan, who just gave him so much ass.
“Oh, God! Oh, Pedro!” Joan manages to utter, right before he shoots hot come into Pedro’s willing mouth.
It’s a lot, Pedro realizes, all too late. He doesn’t know if he should swallow, makes a strangled noise. It doesn’t matter, because Capdevila grabs the younger man and drags him back to face him and forces his mouth open with a kiss.
Pedro swallows some and it’s good, but Joan’s hungry, sucking mouth is better and he wants that more of it. Together, they drown in the overflow of their pleasure.
Later, they’re still breathless, even though they’re in prime physical condition, it’s the idea of what they‘ve done…it steals their breath.
“See, I told you it should be easy,” Joan finally says.
Pedro mumbles into the pillow. “I think I just needed to be easy.”
Capdevila chuckles and it’s naughty, full of ideas. Pedro likes it.
***
The next night, after their second workout, Pedro interrupts Xavi while he’s watching some documentary about volcanoes. Pedro closes the door behind him and locks it.
“What are you up to, Pedrito?” Xavi asks.
Pedro is coming towards him and he holds a finger to his lips. “Shut up.”
Pedro is on his knees in front of Xavi. Before the older man can figure out what’s happening, Pedro is pulling Xavi’s track pants down and sucking his cock. It’s limp, but fat, between his lips.
“Oh, fuck me…this is new!” Xavi exclaims, his head lolling back against the sofa.
Pedro thinks Spain duty is getting better all the time and it’s just full of possibilities.
***
Pairing: Joan Capdevila/Pedro Rodriguez, with a hint of Xavi/Pedro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2736
Summary: Pedro's first key party and his first Seleccion.
Disclaimer: Even I couldn't believe this!
A/N: For The Sergio Ramos Invitational at keys_in_a_pot
Maybe it’s the altitude making everyone lose their damned minds. Pedro is pondering this as he walks back to the dorm-like room with Joan Capdevila. Pedro isn’t stupid, he knows what goes on at Barcelona, but he’s never been brave enough to try it. Not that he hasn’t had opportunities.
Training with the national team is a lot like being in boarding school or the military. Even being on the road with his club is nothing like the constant grind of this training. He’s never felt this kind of naked loneliness and desperation for human affection.
It’s almost like being on a higher plane of existence, he thinks. Brains are focused, bodies are at their peak. But, they’re not ninja monks, they’re horny, passionate footballers, who are used to getting laid regularly, and everything ultimately boils down to that. There’s comic relief, certainly, but Pedro can’t help notice how everyone hugs too hard, looks too long, and talks about sex like they’ve just gone through puberty and it’s the latest thing.
When Sergio Ramos decides to do something about it, Pedro is mortified and relieved all at once. Everyone is physically perfect. No one is ugly, just vastly different from one another. It’s not like any possible draw of keys could put him off and that’s the shame of it. He can’t even deny how beautiful his team is, how exceptional every one of them is.
Capdevila is older, bigger, hilarious, outgoing, and he’s not taking the arrangement very seriously. Pedro appreciates his lightness. He really has no idea how much.
Joan sits on the sofa and motions for Pedro to sit next to him. Pedro looks him over, remembers all the times they met in La Liga, when it was about being faster, shoving and kicking their ways to the other side of the pitch, engulfed in rivalry and tension.
As if Capdevila is a mind-reader, he shakes his head, waves away the younger man’s hesitation.
“That was just football, like this is just sex…similar, but the sex part is much easier.”
Pedro thinks this depends on where you play, what you win, and who you fuck….
“Not for me, it isn’t,” Pedro says, sitting down next to the long, tall Catalan.
“Then maybe you’re not doing it right,” Joan says.
“There are only so many ways to fuck,” Pedro says and he sounds tired, even to himself.
“Yeah, but there’s a lot more to it than the fucking, Pedrito,” Joan tells him.
God, it’s so fucked up, wanting to get off by any means necessary, even with a teammate. But, Pedro thinks it has its allure too, of things yet to discover, and it makes him feel like he did the first time a girl let him put his hand down her knickers…like there are so many possibilities.
“What do we do first?” Pedro asks. He takes off his polo shirt and feels like an idiot for a moment, until he sees Joan’s eyes following him appreciatively.
“Whatever we want,” Joan says, cupping Pedro’s chin and giving him a brief kiss.
The kiss is just friendly. Pedro is paralyzed with indecision for a moment, but Joan decides for them.
“Let’s get naked and get in bed, then we can feel the rest of it out.”
Pedro nods, moving toward the bed and takes off the rest of his clothes. Capdevila is naked and hard, slipping under white cotton sheets. Pedro follows, getting into bed on the opposite side and facing Joan.
For a few moments, they’re just looking at each other.
“What do you like?” Joan asks.
“Does it sound insensitive if I say I like being jerked off?” Pedro confesses.
Joan laughs. “We’re not here for sensitivity training.”
Pedro breathes a sigh of relief, as Capdevila’s hand wraps around his cock.
Joan’s dark eyes get wide and he smiles over at Pedro. Joan let’s go and directs Pedro to stroke him at the same time.
It’s odd, in Pedro’s hand, so long and fat, a contrast to his own short, thick cock. Pedro is envious, fascinated, interested in this big cock in his hand. The Catalan next to him is warm, smells incredible and thrusts himself in Pedro’s hand, eagerly.
Everything about Capdevila is big. Pedro seeks out the other man’s mouth with his tongue, licking across his lips. Joan opens his mouth slightly, joining his tongue to Pedro’s.
“I’m not even going to last five minutes,” Pedro says, when he draws back.
“Good,” Capdevila says.
Pedro comes, gushing all over both of them and moaning against the Catalan’s neck.
“Will you suck me?” Capdevila asks.
Pedro doesn’t even know what to do, but he nods anyway and sits up. He’s just too curious about the Catalan’s big prick to refuse the request.
Joan leans back against the pillows, stretching out his long, tanned body. He spreads his thick thighs a little and Pedro moves between them. Every centimeter of the defender is rippling, muscular glory.
Pedro leans in, taking the big cock in his hands and gives the sticky tip of it a cursory lick. It’s just different than anything, but not in a bad way. He runs his tongue along the edge of Capdevila’s foreskin and then takes more of it in his mouth. Joan groans, runs his fingers through the Canarian’s shiny black hair.
“It’s good,” Pedro tells him, then goes back to trying to suck as much of the big cock as possible, letting his competitive nature take over.
Pedro closes his eyes and goes down on the big defender. At some point, he’s letting go of how embarrassed he is about seeming desperate or slutty and just going after all that cock. He feels the other man’s long fingers playing with his ass and he simply doesn’t fucking care anymore.
And, it’s feels incredible, as Capdevila is rubbing and squeezing him. Then, a long finger, slick with Pedro’s own come, is penetrating him and who knew burning could feel so damned good? His cock is getting hard again already.
Pedro moans around Joan’s cock and the defender has two fingers inside him now. Pedro sucks him harder, feeling new tension shooting through the cock in his mouth.
“Turn around and we can do each other,” Capdevila says and Pedro isn’t really sure if this is humanly possible, with the height difference, but he still wants to try it.
Pedro turns around, as Joan slides his body down further. Pedro straddles the Catalan’s torso, and backs up until his cock is lined up with Capdevila’s face. Pedro soon finds not only is it physically possible, but that Capdevila can take his entire length in his mouth. The winger has never had it like this before, with lips all the way down to his balls.
Capdevila is so good and Pedro wonders if he’s done this before, but it doesn’t really matter. Pedro wants to return the favor and takes the Catalan’s prick between his full pink lips and sucks on it. Pre-come drips from it and Pedro licks it all away.
“I’m going to come again,” Pedro warns, but Joan doesn’t let up. Pedro feels his balls tighten and his brain goes fuzzy. He comes down the defender’s throat and Capdevila audibly gulps it down and goes right back to sucking. Pedro has to beg for him to stop, because he’s twitching and tender.
“Please,” Pedro gasps, but is so blissed out that he doesn’t really know what he’s pleading for anymore.
Pedro strokes the other man’s cock, but Joan doesn’t seem like he’s in any danger of coming too soon. He just seems to be enjoying Pedro’s hot little mouth all over his crotch. Pedro moves forward, forcing Capdevila to let go of his limp cock. Pedro wants to suck on the Catalan’s balls. It’s weird, but still he wants to feel those huge balls in his mouth.
They’re bare and Pedro takes one and sucks, loving the way the smooth flesh feels along his tongue. Capdevila even tastes good down there, not salty, but clean and natural. Pedro digs his tongue into the crevice between the defender’s groin and thigh and makes him cry out. Pedro loves that place, loves the muscle of the thigh, because he knows that’s where all the work they do really shows. He sucks the bulge of Capdevila’s thigh, leaving a bright red mark.
Pedro lifts the heavy balls and drags his tongue around underneath, seeking out the man’s hole. Capdevila pants, lifts his hips. Pedro wets his fingertips by sucking them and then moves a delicate finger into Joan’s ass.
But, then Capdevila is bringing him back down, by the narrow waist, and it’s Pedro’s ass he’s after. Pedro lets him, goes back to stroking the big cock in front of him while Joan spreads the cheeks of the Canarian’s plump butt and licks in between.
Pedro doesn’t know how he feels about this. He’s touched himself there, fingered himself while jerking off, but this is completely different. Joan spreads him apart and jams his tongue into Pedro’s tight hole. It’s warm and wet, pressing into him. It definitely doesn’t hurt.
Pedro is thinking clearly until Capdevila really starts to have him, alternating between tongue-fucking his ass, sucking his balls and rubbing the space between all that. Pedro finds sounds are coming out of him that he didn’t even know he could make. He wiggles, trying to get more, trying to get away…something.
Capdevila palms Pedro’s ass and then smacks the cheek of it, hard enough to make Pedro yelp in surprise. He should stop it right then and there, but the sting of it…it’s so good, so real and he feels too much to stop it. He wants to look in the mirror and see handprints on him.
“Oh, God, do it again,” Pedro says, unable to control his mouth.
Capdevila obliges him, so precise, slapping Pedro’s ass again. It’s a firm spank and then a squeeze to soothe, to make it sink in deep.
Both of the Catalan’s big hands are on Pedro’s ass and he stops the licking and smacking, much to Pedro’s dismay.
“Are we stopping?” Pedro breathes, falling over to the side.
“No, I just thought you might want to fuck each other now,” Joan says, sitting up a bit.
“Each other?” Pedro is kind of surprised, considering Capdevila seems to take charge rather easily.
“You’re strong and your dick is nice…I bet you’re a good fuck,” Capdevila says thoughtfully.
Pedro smiles and realizes he doesn’t feel shy about the idea of it anymore.
“You first, you’re harder,” Pedro says.
Capdevila has a condom in his hand before Pedro can move into position. If the man’s cock is as good as his tongue and fingers, Pedro thinks it might be something he’ll end up doing again. Maybe he’ll finally let Xavi do it. He knows the man looks at him like that sometimes.
Joan puts him on his hands and knees, and takes his time preparing Pedro’s ass with the clear liquid lube. Pedro feels himself opening up, in ways he didn’t imagine he could. The Catalan slides in two long fingers and then three. Pedro’s so slick and open, he feels like a whore, as the other man finger-fucks his ass. But, feeling like a whore must turn him on, because his dick is thick and hard again.
Capdevila licks his lips, before taking his fingers out and pushing his big erection into Pedro’s ass instead. Pedro feels the difference, the stretching, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, the new pressure fills him up and gratifies something deep in him, a sort of need that he didn’t know he had.
“It’s so good, but I feel so slutty,” Pedro gasps.
“Yes you do and it is good,” Joan moans. As soon as he figures out he can fuck Pedro hard, from the start, all he does is pound the other man. Pedro wants it that way, hard and fast, with the defender’s solid body hammering him.
Capdevila comes without slowing down the rhythm of his hips. He fucks through his orgasm, until he’s losing it and has to stop. He falls back against the bed and removes the condom.
Pedro is too horny and doesn’t miss a beat in his fervor. He doesn’t want to stop touching for a moment. He needs it too much. Pedro gets another condom and puts it on. He takes Capdevila flat on his back, putting one of the Catalan’s long legs over his shoulder as he prepares the man with lube.
Capdevila is glittery-eyed, flushed, but ready. He sucks Pedro’s mouth, kisses him all over the face, as Pedro jams slick fingers into the man’s tight ass. Joan’s balls are so big and full, they rub against Pedro’s cock as he starts to fuck him. Pedro moves the Catalan’s package aside and plunges into him. It takes some effort, so Pedro takes Capdevila’s other leg in his hand and bends the tall man backwards.
Then, Pedro is in him, all the way. He rocks his hips, looking for the position that gives the most moans and finds it, making Joan grunt underneath him. The height difference is on the edge of awkward, but Pedro is turned on by those long, muscular legs rubbing against his shoulders. It’s vulgar and beautiful at the same time.
The big defender is wanton, begging for Pedro to do it harder, faster, MORE, to make it hurt, and Pedro does as he’s told. Pedro’s so deep in him, that he feels like he could gladly be swallowed whole. He lasts when he doesn’t think he possibly could, just to see Capdevila’s dark eyes roll back and his mouth gape open in lust.
The Catalan is hard again too, pressed in between their bellies and Pedro can feel the stickiness of it on him.
“Your ass is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Pedro grunts…and he’s felt some amazing things before.
Joan groans back at him, almost smiles at the Canarian, but is too overwhelmed with the cock in him.
Pedro can’t hold on any longer, his mind and heart racing as he comes inside the defender, buried, but with such velocity he’s sure the condom has broken and that he has somehow broken too. He grabs a handful of Capdevila’s black hair and yanks him up for a kiss.
He sits back for a moment, taking in Capdevila, who is still hard, sweaty, panting and wild-eyed. Pedro doesn’t even hesitate, but gets between the man’s thighs and starts to suck him off. He’s lost all respect and can’t care where that cock has been. He just wants it in his mouth, wants to please the Catalan, who just gave him so much ass.
“Oh, God! Oh, Pedro!” Joan manages to utter, right before he shoots hot come into Pedro’s willing mouth.
It’s a lot, Pedro realizes, all too late. He doesn’t know if he should swallow, makes a strangled noise. It doesn’t matter, because Capdevila grabs the younger man and drags him back to face him and forces his mouth open with a kiss.
Pedro swallows some and it’s good, but Joan’s hungry, sucking mouth is better and he wants that more of it. Together, they drown in the overflow of their pleasure.
Later, they’re still breathless, even though they’re in prime physical condition, it’s the idea of what they‘ve done…it steals their breath.
“See, I told you it should be easy,” Joan finally says.
Pedro mumbles into the pillow. “I think I just needed to be easy.”
Capdevila chuckles and it’s naughty, full of ideas. Pedro likes it.
***
The next night, after their second workout, Pedro interrupts Xavi while he’s watching some documentary about volcanoes. Pedro closes the door behind him and locks it.
“What are you up to, Pedrito?” Xavi asks.
Pedro is coming towards him and he holds a finger to his lips. “Shut up.”
Pedro is on his knees in front of Xavi. Before the older man can figure out what’s happening, Pedro is pulling Xavi’s track pants down and sucking his cock. It’s limp, but fat, between his lips.
“Oh, fuck me…this is new!” Xavi exclaims, his head lolling back against the sofa.
Pedro thinks Spain duty is getting better all the time and it’s just full of possibilities.
***