Fic; Steven Gerrard/David Luiz
Title: Fuck Fuck
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/David Luiz
Summary: JT says David Luiz is a good fuck. Steven’s about to find out if that’s true.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, except I borrowed two footballers’ names.
Author’s Notes: Written for Torres’ Chelsea/Liverpool Key Party. Sorry it’s late - blame no motivation and sporadic internet. I hope you enjoy.
Steven laughed lowly as David eagerly dragged him to their room. They both marvelled at the opulence of Fernando’s house. It didn’t fit the striker for all it seemed like it should.
“Steven David fuck fuck.” David beamed letting go of Steven to unbuckle his pants.
Laughing again, Steven stalled the other man after shutting the door. “Slow down. It’s not a race.” David looked at him vaguely bewildered. Steven pulled his hands away and tugged him close instead. “We’ll fuck.
Just not yet. We’ve got all night.”
Steven undressed the Brazilian slowly and almost reverently. David watched quietly and threaded his fingers through Steven’s hair carding gently. He switched to the lower pace easily, trusting the Liverpool captain to look after him. Once David was naked Steven stood back and admired him. The Chelsea player was solid muscle, fluid lines and crazy hair. The sight made the Englishman lick his lips subconsciously and reach out to tug gently on one of David’s curls, smiling as he did so. The curl sprang back into place, David going cross-eyed trying to see it.
“You.” David broke the quiet, reaching out to unbuckle Steven’s jeans. Steven acquiesced easily and soon he was subject to the blatant appreciation of the Brazilian. David traced lines around Steven’s nipples, along the contours of his abs and down his hip dips, ignoring his cock, which was starting to swell from the attention.
“Now fuck fuck?” David asked, looking up at Steven. The Englishman laughed and nodded. A grin lit up the Brazilian’s face and he bounded enthusiastically to the large bed. Steven followed more slowly, pausing to collect the lube and a condom from the bedside cabinet. When he looked up the sight on the bed made him grin hungrily. David was on all fours, bowed forward, his pert bottom in the air. He’d obviously paused too long because David looked over his shoulder, “fuck fuck,” his tone impatient. Steven let out another low laugh and joined him on the bed.
Before David could complain again Steven had slicked up two fingers and was working the boy slowly open. David dropped his head with a low groan. When Steven grazed his prostate the Brazilian jerked and gripped at the covers. He lifted his head, “now.”
Steven startled, looking up from where he’d been hypnotised by his fingers vanishing into the tight pink cavern of the other man’s body.
“Now,” David repeated, thrusting back impatiently.
The Englishman grinned, “demanding little bugger,” and made quick work of covering himself and lubing up. He was pressing in slowly before David could demand again.
Both men groaned as Steven bottomed out. David’s knuckles were white from his grip on the sheets, Steven’s fingers pressing purple into David’s hips.
“Oh God,” Steven grunted, “so fucking tight.”
David nodded frantically, pushing back against him, eliciting another groan. “More,” he gasped out, rocking slightly. Steven obliged, driving deep.
They rocked together slow and deep until David dropped to his forearms, arching his back. Steven followed the curve of his body, first with his eyes and then with questing fingers. He twined his fingers through some of the sweat-drenched curls at the nape of David’s neck, tugging gently to expose his throat as he moulded himself to the boy’s back. Steven latched onto the junction of David’s neck and shoulder, suckling and biting softly, all the while continuing his thrusts.
David moaned as he was pressed into the bed, his knees spreading to accommodate Steven’s weight. The change in position and angle caused the older man to bear down into his prostate with every movement.
Soon the Brazilian had descended into nonsense mumbling and pleas, pressing back desperately against the other man. Steven was holding onto his control by a thread; David was so tight around him, his body responding to the slightest touch. He snaked a hand around the boy’s hips and grasped his cock firmly. It took only two pulls and a swipe across the head for David to fall apart completely beneath him. The clench of David’s body took the remnants of Steven’s control and he came with a hoarse yell deep inside him.
They collapsed into a panting jumble, Steven still plastered along David’s back. After a long moment Steven pulled out and rolled over, both men groaning from the loss. Steven threw away the condom and flopped on to his back, staring up at the ceiling, as David turned his head to look at him.
They were silent for a moment before Steven broke it; “JT was right.” David gave him a blank look when Steven turned to him. “You’re a good fuck fuck.” A blinding grin appeared on David’s face and he nodded happily and Steven burst out laughing once again.
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/David Luiz
Summary: JT says David Luiz is a good fuck. Steven’s about to find out if that’s true.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, except I borrowed two footballers’ names.
Author’s Notes: Written for Torres’ Chelsea/Liverpool Key Party. Sorry it’s late - blame no motivation and sporadic internet. I hope you enjoy.
Steven laughed lowly as David eagerly dragged him to their room. They both marvelled at the opulence of Fernando’s house. It didn’t fit the striker for all it seemed like it should.
“Steven David fuck fuck.” David beamed letting go of Steven to unbuckle his pants.
Laughing again, Steven stalled the other man after shutting the door. “Slow down. It’s not a race.” David looked at him vaguely bewildered. Steven pulled his hands away and tugged him close instead. “We’ll fuck.
Just not yet. We’ve got all night.”
Steven undressed the Brazilian slowly and almost reverently. David watched quietly and threaded his fingers through Steven’s hair carding gently. He switched to the lower pace easily, trusting the Liverpool captain to look after him. Once David was naked Steven stood back and admired him. The Chelsea player was solid muscle, fluid lines and crazy hair. The sight made the Englishman lick his lips subconsciously and reach out to tug gently on one of David’s curls, smiling as he did so. The curl sprang back into place, David going cross-eyed trying to see it.
“You.” David broke the quiet, reaching out to unbuckle Steven’s jeans. Steven acquiesced easily and soon he was subject to the blatant appreciation of the Brazilian. David traced lines around Steven’s nipples, along the contours of his abs and down his hip dips, ignoring his cock, which was starting to swell from the attention.
“Now fuck fuck?” David asked, looking up at Steven. The Englishman laughed and nodded. A grin lit up the Brazilian’s face and he bounded enthusiastically to the large bed. Steven followed more slowly, pausing to collect the lube and a condom from the bedside cabinet. When he looked up the sight on the bed made him grin hungrily. David was on all fours, bowed forward, his pert bottom in the air. He’d obviously paused too long because David looked over his shoulder, “fuck fuck,” his tone impatient. Steven let out another low laugh and joined him on the bed.
Before David could complain again Steven had slicked up two fingers and was working the boy slowly open. David dropped his head with a low groan. When Steven grazed his prostate the Brazilian jerked and gripped at the covers. He lifted his head, “now.”
Steven startled, looking up from where he’d been hypnotised by his fingers vanishing into the tight pink cavern of the other man’s body.
“Now,” David repeated, thrusting back impatiently.
The Englishman grinned, “demanding little bugger,” and made quick work of covering himself and lubing up. He was pressing in slowly before David could demand again.
Both men groaned as Steven bottomed out. David’s knuckles were white from his grip on the sheets, Steven’s fingers pressing purple into David’s hips.
“Oh God,” Steven grunted, “so fucking tight.”
David nodded frantically, pushing back against him, eliciting another groan. “More,” he gasped out, rocking slightly. Steven obliged, driving deep.
They rocked together slow and deep until David dropped to his forearms, arching his back. Steven followed the curve of his body, first with his eyes and then with questing fingers. He twined his fingers through some of the sweat-drenched curls at the nape of David’s neck, tugging gently to expose his throat as he moulded himself to the boy’s back. Steven latched onto the junction of David’s neck and shoulder, suckling and biting softly, all the while continuing his thrusts.
David moaned as he was pressed into the bed, his knees spreading to accommodate Steven’s weight. The change in position and angle caused the older man to bear down into his prostate with every movement.
Soon the Brazilian had descended into nonsense mumbling and pleas, pressing back desperately against the other man. Steven was holding onto his control by a thread; David was so tight around him, his body responding to the slightest touch. He snaked a hand around the boy’s hips and grasped his cock firmly. It took only two pulls and a swipe across the head for David to fall apart completely beneath him. The clench of David’s body took the remnants of Steven’s control and he came with a hoarse yell deep inside him.
They collapsed into a panting jumble, Steven still plastered along David’s back. After a long moment Steven pulled out and rolled over, both men groaning from the loss. Steven threw away the condom and flopped on to his back, staring up at the ceiling, as David turned his head to look at him.
They were silent for a moment before Steven broke it; “JT was right.” David gave him a blank look when Steven turned to him. “You’re a good fuck fuck.” A blinding grin appeared on David’s face and he nodded happily and Steven burst out laughing once again.