fic, Raúl/Victor Valdes
Title: Getting started
Pairing: Raúl/Victor Valdes
Disclaimer: yeah so I’m good at making things up, doesn’t make it true or anything
Rating: R
Note: for the Long time no see… party for keys_in_a_pot
Getting started
By Sophia Moon
“This one?” Raúl asks when he opens the door of the nearest room that doesn’t seem to be occupied already.
Victor shrugs. “It has a bed? Then it’s fine with me.”
“I almost expected you would say a wall, for support, would be all we need to get business done…” Raúl grins and pushes Victor inside the room.
“Because you’re going to make sure I’m going to need whatever support I can get?”
“I don’t hate you and you don’t hate me, because we have no reason to, so I assume we’re able to have reasonably satisfying sex, but let’s not pretend we are each other’s dream come true.” Raúl stretches his hands out and starts to unbutton Victor’s shirt.
“Sex is sex… I like your philosophy. And I bet reasonably satisfying in your dictionary is still good enough to make me crawl back home when we’re done.” Victor looks Raúl straight in the eye. “Football and men: neither of them has any secrets left for you.”
“And you’re a blushing virgin?” Victor’s shirt is now fully unbuttoned and Raúl touches the naked skin, following the trail down to yet more hidden treasures.
Victor chuckles. “The first man who had me actually looked a bit like you. Impatient bastard… Didn’t keep me from trying a lot of other guys, after…”
Raúl frowns. “Is that your way of telling me you don’t like to fuck, or if you do, you prefer to be on top?”
“What…? Fuck, no. I like it and I like it all. Mouth, hands, cock, top, bottom… Not one to brag about it, but more than a few guys told me I do a mean rim-job.”
“Well then…” Raúl gentle squeezes the still covered bulge. “I guess all I have to do is get naked, get on my back and let you do all the work.”
“Nice try, Madrid. You get me hard and lubed, I get you loose and ready and then you ride me until we both pass out from exhaustion. You like the sound of that?”
“You know, Barca, for a split second I had my doubts when I heard your name… I offer you my full and honest apologies.” Raúl hooks a hand around Victor’s neck, angles him in and kisses him roughly.
“And to think we haven’t even started yet…”