Belated Birthdays (Blame it on Sandy)
Really must devote myself to the birthday of these two hot men. In fact, here they are, wishing a birthday to each other.
Title: Edwin's Birthday Surprise (most likely the worst title I have ever written, but... oh, well)
Rating: M, all the way.
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Edwin van der Sar + Phillip Cocu. Oh yeah, you might wanna check that out.
Disclaimer: This is only a product of my sad, sad mind.
Summary: Ed's and Phil's birthday plans undergo some changes...
Phil got to Ed's house in the early evening. They were supposed to go out for some drinks, to celebrate their birthdays. A double celebration sounded like something nice. Both retired then, Ed minding his foundation and Phil back as an assistant for PSV, they had more time on their hands. It also meant they remembered old times. All in all, it sounded like a nice way to pass their birthdays.
Phillip looked at his watch. Eight o' clock was a good time to set off to a bar. He rang Ed's doorbell.
No answer.
Cocu frowned a bit. They had made plans for eight in the evening. It was not like formal Ed to have set off without telling someone first.
He dialed the goalie's phone. No answer either.
More surprised and even worried than angry, Phil actually turned the doorknob to Ed's house.
It opened.
Now Phil was really worried. Perhaps Ed's house had been robbed. Perhaps someone had entered by force. Who knows what could have happened?
He went inside, his mobile close so he could call the police if necessary.
There was no sound, lights were turned off. Until he got close to the bedroom. The door was half-closed, and inside...
Two familiar voices.
"You did leave the door open for me, like the old times," one of them was saying, and then added: "I didn't think you would do that. But I guess you missed that, you kinky bastard."
...Ruud?
"I waited for you for a long time here in bed. I thought you weren't coming. Now I'm late."
That other voice was Ed. No doubt.
"Tell Phil you'll be late," Ruud went on.
"You should have gotten here when I told you."
"It wouldn't have been a surprise, you see. Did I surprise you?"
"Well..." Ed hesitated a moment, then continued. "I guess having someone entering my room without me looking and fondling me while I was getting dressed made me think I had fallen prey to some sort of sexual predator."
The words sexual predator were too much. Phil knew about Ed and Ruud, everyone knew, but just how kinky they were, that he didn't know.
He peeked inside the half-open room. Ruud was standing up, shirtless, looking at the bed. Edwin was laying there, his hands tied to a bedpost with the sheets...
And very erect.
"Sexual predator my ass," the younger man chuckled. "The moment when I covered your mouth with my hand and started rubbing myself against you you got hard as a rock."
"Shut up," Ed answered.
"Why don't you just admit you're a little slut and that you want your special gift now?" Ruud almost purred, letting his jeans fall down to the floor, revealing his half-erect cock.
Phil swallowed.
"Shut up Ruud," Ed answered defiantly, but there was a slight trembling on his voice that gave away just how turned on he was.
"I'm gonna make you shut up..."
That said, the younger man got on the bed, straddling Ed. His crotch brushed the blonde's face, dangerously.
"You want your gift, Edwin."
The blonde opened his mouth and took Ruud's cock.
"Suck until it's hard and ready for you, Ed."
Phil felt his erection was going to pierce his jeans and possibly open the door. He tried to keep his sight on the scene without the couple noticing--and, at the same time, his hand shot, as if by instinct, towards his jeans. His dick throbbed underneath the fabric.
Ruud tilted his head back and moaned. Edwin, for his part, was entirely concentrated on his task, sucking at the former striker's shaft, also closing his clear eyes as if reveling on his lover's taste. He only opened his irises briefly, and they shone. He seemed pleased with Ruud's reaction. Then he settled back--the younger man's hips began moving softly, gently fucking the blonde's mouth.
Suddenly Ruud withdrew.
"I'd love to fuck your mouth all night long," he assured huskily, "but then the fun would end."
"What's coming?" Ed answered, intending the pun.
"None of us. At least, not quickly."
"What the--?"
"Your presents," Ruud grinned. "For both of us. Cock rings."
Phil cursed under his breath and undid his jeans. Meanwhile, inside the room, the dark-haired man placed both cock-rings on the shafts that awaitened action.
"Come here. No, no hands."
Edwin seemed as if he wanted to resist, but his acting was not enough. He was obviously in need, wanting to play along and to enjoy everything his lover had prepared for him. So, he was untied from the bed, but the hands were still tied and behind his back, while Ruud spread lube all over his huge erection.
"Ready?"
"Always," Ed smiled, before his white teeth were hidden by the change in his mouth--a moan, and he tilted his head back as he slowly impaled himself on the younger man's cock.
Phil's green eyes shone in the dark of the hallway as he stared at the scene. Meanwhile, his jeans and underwear slid just enough so he could have his dick free, for his erection was almost painful now. He started working at it, but his gaze never left Ed and Ruud, watching as the striker held the older man's hips tightly, almost leaving bruises in them, helping Edwin move over his erection, up and down, up and down. Slowly, slowly. Ruud, laying on the bed, sometimes raised his hips to meet the older man's body, making the blonde moan loudly and work at his own cock--but just out of a reflex, it seemed, for the ring wouldn't let him release, oh no.
Phillip closed his eyes, bit his lip, and let out a low whimper--but when he opened his eyes, the scene was just too hot for him to handle.
"Fuck, Ruud, I..." That was Edwin, gritting his teeth, shaking, for Ruud was holding him still so his cock was completely buried inside the slender goalkeeper, and he was keeping the blonde there. Ed started panting and sweating, while Ruud gasped:
"Just... hold it... there... fuck... and I can't... release..."
"Oh God," groaned Phil as he started leaking. But this time it was far too loudly, for the striker even let his lover go.
"Who's there?"
The assistant coach froze and looked down. His fingers were already stained with precum. Of course, he could just wipe them and leave, but he would have to fix his jeans, because he couldn't go out into the street looking like that, and...
"Well, well, well. I think someone's looking for you, Ed."
Phil had delayed while wondering what should he do, because Ruud had already found him--and then he was pratically shoved inside the room, and in front of a naked Ed, legs spread, lying on the bed, seemingly trying to catch his breath after that sex session.
The former goalkeeper opened his eyes wide when he saw Cocu inside.
"How... what...?"
"What matters is that the other birthday boy was enjoying it," Ruud winked, and Edwin finally dared to look down. Of course, he saw his friend's jeans were undone, and that all in all he looked quite disheveled and suspicious.
"So... what were your plans for today?" the former striker was still smiling that big smile of his, one that, Ed knew, he only used when he had a particular perverted idea in mind.
"Well... Ed and I were supposed to go out for drinks, and I got here when he said so, but then I knocked and... uh... he didn't answer, and his... well... door was open... so I went in... because I was worried..."
Phillip was still trying to justify his presence there, but he had to be silent when Ruud pressed a strong, bruising kiss to him. The other man could only blink.
"Love those sexy eyes of yours," the striker playfully announced after he had broken the kiss and then went on: "Well, Phil, what do you think about a change of plans? I think you were having a lot of fun with us..."
Even though Ruud catching him had certainly acted negatively with Cocu's arousal, he still couldn't hide the fact his shaft, now limp, was dirty and halfway out of his clothes. So, the assistant coach could only nod.
"Very good," the youngest man's smile hadn't faded, and he went back to the bed, where Edwin was waiting for him, immobile, just wondering what would happen next. "So, as a gift for you as well, Phillip... here comes a show. There. Get comfortable."
Cocu dragged a chair that was neglected and placed it in front of the bed, wondering why was he obeying Ruud, why was he giving in so easily.
The answer was clear. He really wanted to watch. He was getting horny as hell again--his cock was getting up once more.
The former striker, for his part, waited for Phil to be settled, while his hands distractedly and softly caressed Ed's stomach and chest. When the big-eyed man was ready, looking at them, Ruud turned towards his lover.
"Let's untie your hands... and on all fours, Ed."
He untied the former goalie, and Edwin placed himself on position. He was turned on again, and his dick, that had even relaxed with the surprise of having Phil go inside the room, started throbbing and the ring went back to being somewhat painful and imprisoning...
His thoughts were replaced by a rush of violent pleasure and a scream. Ruud had buried himself in a quick thrust, and now started moving at a frenzied pace, almost making the tall blonde fall face-down on the mattress. It was a merciless fuck--the striker was holding his hips once again, handling him the way he wanted. Ruud had found an angle where Edwin's sweet spot was being hit over and over again--and god, that was just too much. Ed felt his balls grow heavy with semen: he felt he would explode. The pleasure, repeated over and over again with almost no intervals, was like a torture for him--wonderful torture, yes, but also had him desperate for release. He bit his lip so hard blood came out.
Phil had turned rock-hard as soon as he saw that--Ed arching, moaning, whimpering, so completely at the other man's mercy, his tied cock straining against his stomach, sweat all over his body--and then there was Ruud, slamming his hips over and over again, not giving his lover a chance. The striker's breathing came out ragged, his chest went up and down and drops of sweat ran down his chiseled pectorals, black hair falling over his face.
Phillip moaned too, stroking his cock slowly, slowly, enjoying the show. He could understand Ruud's urgency as well. He wanted to come too, and couldn't, because of their little rings. He imagined what they would be feeling, rushing to pleasure and unable to reach it.
"Fuck, FUCK!!" Ed, usually so calm and quiet, screamed, and his muscles tightened around Ruud's shaft, making him cry out a curse in Dutch and pull at his hair.
Phillip started pumping faster. He felt he had been caught inside that desire as well, that he wanted to reach his orgasm too. His hand worked at it, harder, as he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the other two men's position on the bed had changed. Ed was now laying face up, and Ruud was on top of him. However, they now seemed very imbibed in each other.
The youngest then took off his cock ring and, gritting his teeth as if he was still concentrated, buried himself on the blonde once again. Now his demeanor was completely different--his stroke were slow, tortuous, making Edwin moan in half-whispers, close his eyes. Now, long kisses accompanied the scene, long kisses and long looks into each other's eyes. It was a very intimate scene: Ruud and Edwin were letting him in, were allowing them to take a look at their secrets, at their love.
For a second Phil thought he should go, but the scene was beautiful and hot in a way. He followed every passionate kiss with his big green eyes, watching as the blonde curled his fist around the sheets, enjoying, but still desperate, because his ring was still in place. Phillip rolled his own balls on his hand, now calmly, letting his own pleasure last a little more, while he unbuttoned his shirt and his hand caressed his own body. He, too, was thinking about that touch, that perfect sensuality, skin on skin.
"Happy birthday," Ruud whispered to Edwin then, looking at him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Ruud," Ed answered, and was about to kiss his man when the former striker arched back--he was finally coming, inside the goalkeeper, all his semen going inside that tall, slender body.
"A-ah-aah. Ed."
Phil squeezed his balls then--his cock reacted, and he spilled all over the chair and the floor with a long moan. It had indeed been quite a show...
So, when he opened his eyes, that he had closed in ecstasy, he was surprised to see Edwin standing before him, shaking, his cock on the verge of an explosion--which happened when Ruud released it. Ed came all over Phillip's stomach and crotch, his seed shooting out almost desperately, the load that had been torturing him finally letting go.
"And happy birthday to you too, Phil," Ruud smiled, pressing a kiss to the assistant coach's black hair.
The green-eyed man smiled. "This was better than a bar."
"You can still go," Ruud shrugged, brushing Edwin's shoulder on his way back to where his clothes had been discarded. "The night's still young."
"Well," Phillip said, looking down at his soiled clothes, "if the night's young, how about you stay, Ruud?"
"Huh?"
"Let's say..." Phillip was standing up, his hand resting suspiciously on Edwin's hip. "I forgot a present because I didn't know what to get for Ed... until now..."
Edwin rolled his eyes, but his smile was too bright to deny the fact he was not bothered by that resolution at all.
"Ja. Let's stay in, guys, Drinking's bad for us, after all..."
Title: Edwin's Birthday Surprise (most likely the worst title I have ever written, but... oh, well)
Rating: M, all the way.
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Edwin van der Sar + Phillip Cocu. Oh yeah, you might wanna check that out.
Disclaimer: This is only a product of my sad, sad mind.
Summary: Ed's and Phil's birthday plans undergo some changes...
Phil got to Ed's house in the early evening. They were supposed to go out for some drinks, to celebrate their birthdays. A double celebration sounded like something nice. Both retired then, Ed minding his foundation and Phil back as an assistant for PSV, they had more time on their hands. It also meant they remembered old times. All in all, it sounded like a nice way to pass their birthdays.
Phillip looked at his watch. Eight o' clock was a good time to set off to a bar. He rang Ed's doorbell.
No answer.
Cocu frowned a bit. They had made plans for eight in the evening. It was not like formal Ed to have set off without telling someone first.
He dialed the goalie's phone. No answer either.
More surprised and even worried than angry, Phil actually turned the doorknob to Ed's house.
It opened.
Now Phil was really worried. Perhaps Ed's house had been robbed. Perhaps someone had entered by force. Who knows what could have happened?
He went inside, his mobile close so he could call the police if necessary.
There was no sound, lights were turned off. Until he got close to the bedroom. The door was half-closed, and inside...
Two familiar voices.
"You did leave the door open for me, like the old times," one of them was saying, and then added: "I didn't think you would do that. But I guess you missed that, you kinky bastard."
...Ruud?
"I waited for you for a long time here in bed. I thought you weren't coming. Now I'm late."
That other voice was Ed. No doubt.
"Tell Phil you'll be late," Ruud went on.
"You should have gotten here when I told you."
"It wouldn't have been a surprise, you see. Did I surprise you?"
"Well..." Ed hesitated a moment, then continued. "I guess having someone entering my room without me looking and fondling me while I was getting dressed made me think I had fallen prey to some sort of sexual predator."
The words sexual predator were too much. Phil knew about Ed and Ruud, everyone knew, but just how kinky they were, that he didn't know.
He peeked inside the half-open room. Ruud was standing up, shirtless, looking at the bed. Edwin was laying there, his hands tied to a bedpost with the sheets...
And very erect.
"Sexual predator my ass," the younger man chuckled. "The moment when I covered your mouth with my hand and started rubbing myself against you you got hard as a rock."
"Shut up," Ed answered.
"Why don't you just admit you're a little slut and that you want your special gift now?" Ruud almost purred, letting his jeans fall down to the floor, revealing his half-erect cock.
Phil swallowed.
"Shut up Ruud," Ed answered defiantly, but there was a slight trembling on his voice that gave away just how turned on he was.
"I'm gonna make you shut up..."
That said, the younger man got on the bed, straddling Ed. His crotch brushed the blonde's face, dangerously.
"You want your gift, Edwin."
The blonde opened his mouth and took Ruud's cock.
"Suck until it's hard and ready for you, Ed."
Phil felt his erection was going to pierce his jeans and possibly open the door. He tried to keep his sight on the scene without the couple noticing--and, at the same time, his hand shot, as if by instinct, towards his jeans. His dick throbbed underneath the fabric.
Ruud tilted his head back and moaned. Edwin, for his part, was entirely concentrated on his task, sucking at the former striker's shaft, also closing his clear eyes as if reveling on his lover's taste. He only opened his irises briefly, and they shone. He seemed pleased with Ruud's reaction. Then he settled back--the younger man's hips began moving softly, gently fucking the blonde's mouth.
Suddenly Ruud withdrew.
"I'd love to fuck your mouth all night long," he assured huskily, "but then the fun would end."
"What's coming?" Ed answered, intending the pun.
"None of us. At least, not quickly."
"What the--?"
"Your presents," Ruud grinned. "For both of us. Cock rings."
Phil cursed under his breath and undid his jeans. Meanwhile, inside the room, the dark-haired man placed both cock-rings on the shafts that awaitened action.
"Come here. No, no hands."
Edwin seemed as if he wanted to resist, but his acting was not enough. He was obviously in need, wanting to play along and to enjoy everything his lover had prepared for him. So, he was untied from the bed, but the hands were still tied and behind his back, while Ruud spread lube all over his huge erection.
"Ready?"
"Always," Ed smiled, before his white teeth were hidden by the change in his mouth--a moan, and he tilted his head back as he slowly impaled himself on the younger man's cock.
Phil's green eyes shone in the dark of the hallway as he stared at the scene. Meanwhile, his jeans and underwear slid just enough so he could have his dick free, for his erection was almost painful now. He started working at it, but his gaze never left Ed and Ruud, watching as the striker held the older man's hips tightly, almost leaving bruises in them, helping Edwin move over his erection, up and down, up and down. Slowly, slowly. Ruud, laying on the bed, sometimes raised his hips to meet the older man's body, making the blonde moan loudly and work at his own cock--but just out of a reflex, it seemed, for the ring wouldn't let him release, oh no.
Phillip closed his eyes, bit his lip, and let out a low whimper--but when he opened his eyes, the scene was just too hot for him to handle.
"Fuck, Ruud, I..." That was Edwin, gritting his teeth, shaking, for Ruud was holding him still so his cock was completely buried inside the slender goalkeeper, and he was keeping the blonde there. Ed started panting and sweating, while Ruud gasped:
"Just... hold it... there... fuck... and I can't... release..."
"Oh God," groaned Phil as he started leaking. But this time it was far too loudly, for the striker even let his lover go.
"Who's there?"
The assistant coach froze and looked down. His fingers were already stained with precum. Of course, he could just wipe them and leave, but he would have to fix his jeans, because he couldn't go out into the street looking like that, and...
"Well, well, well. I think someone's looking for you, Ed."
Phil had delayed while wondering what should he do, because Ruud had already found him--and then he was pratically shoved inside the room, and in front of a naked Ed, legs spread, lying on the bed, seemingly trying to catch his breath after that sex session.
The former goalkeeper opened his eyes wide when he saw Cocu inside.
"How... what...?"
"What matters is that the other birthday boy was enjoying it," Ruud winked, and Edwin finally dared to look down. Of course, he saw his friend's jeans were undone, and that all in all he looked quite disheveled and suspicious.
"So... what were your plans for today?" the former striker was still smiling that big smile of his, one that, Ed knew, he only used when he had a particular perverted idea in mind.
"Well... Ed and I were supposed to go out for drinks, and I got here when he said so, but then I knocked and... uh... he didn't answer, and his... well... door was open... so I went in... because I was worried..."
Phillip was still trying to justify his presence there, but he had to be silent when Ruud pressed a strong, bruising kiss to him. The other man could only blink.
"Love those sexy eyes of yours," the striker playfully announced after he had broken the kiss and then went on: "Well, Phil, what do you think about a change of plans? I think you were having a lot of fun with us..."
Even though Ruud catching him had certainly acted negatively with Cocu's arousal, he still couldn't hide the fact his shaft, now limp, was dirty and halfway out of his clothes. So, the assistant coach could only nod.
"Very good," the youngest man's smile hadn't faded, and he went back to the bed, where Edwin was waiting for him, immobile, just wondering what would happen next. "So, as a gift for you as well, Phillip... here comes a show. There. Get comfortable."
Cocu dragged a chair that was neglected and placed it in front of the bed, wondering why was he obeying Ruud, why was he giving in so easily.
The answer was clear. He really wanted to watch. He was getting horny as hell again--his cock was getting up once more.
The former striker, for his part, waited for Phil to be settled, while his hands distractedly and softly caressed Ed's stomach and chest. When the big-eyed man was ready, looking at them, Ruud turned towards his lover.
"Let's untie your hands... and on all fours, Ed."
He untied the former goalie, and Edwin placed himself on position. He was turned on again, and his dick, that had even relaxed with the surprise of having Phil go inside the room, started throbbing and the ring went back to being somewhat painful and imprisoning...
His thoughts were replaced by a rush of violent pleasure and a scream. Ruud had buried himself in a quick thrust, and now started moving at a frenzied pace, almost making the tall blonde fall face-down on the mattress. It was a merciless fuck--the striker was holding his hips once again, handling him the way he wanted. Ruud had found an angle where Edwin's sweet spot was being hit over and over again--and god, that was just too much. Ed felt his balls grow heavy with semen: he felt he would explode. The pleasure, repeated over and over again with almost no intervals, was like a torture for him--wonderful torture, yes, but also had him desperate for release. He bit his lip so hard blood came out.
Phil had turned rock-hard as soon as he saw that--Ed arching, moaning, whimpering, so completely at the other man's mercy, his tied cock straining against his stomach, sweat all over his body--and then there was Ruud, slamming his hips over and over again, not giving his lover a chance. The striker's breathing came out ragged, his chest went up and down and drops of sweat ran down his chiseled pectorals, black hair falling over his face.
Phillip moaned too, stroking his cock slowly, slowly, enjoying the show. He could understand Ruud's urgency as well. He wanted to come too, and couldn't, because of their little rings. He imagined what they would be feeling, rushing to pleasure and unable to reach it.
"Fuck, FUCK!!" Ed, usually so calm and quiet, screamed, and his muscles tightened around Ruud's shaft, making him cry out a curse in Dutch and pull at his hair.
Phillip started pumping faster. He felt he had been caught inside that desire as well, that he wanted to reach his orgasm too. His hand worked at it, harder, as he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the other two men's position on the bed had changed. Ed was now laying face up, and Ruud was on top of him. However, they now seemed very imbibed in each other.
The youngest then took off his cock ring and, gritting his teeth as if he was still concentrated, buried himself on the blonde once again. Now his demeanor was completely different--his stroke were slow, tortuous, making Edwin moan in half-whispers, close his eyes. Now, long kisses accompanied the scene, long kisses and long looks into each other's eyes. It was a very intimate scene: Ruud and Edwin were letting him in, were allowing them to take a look at their secrets, at their love.
For a second Phil thought he should go, but the scene was beautiful and hot in a way. He followed every passionate kiss with his big green eyes, watching as the blonde curled his fist around the sheets, enjoying, but still desperate, because his ring was still in place. Phillip rolled his own balls on his hand, now calmly, letting his own pleasure last a little more, while he unbuttoned his shirt and his hand caressed his own body. He, too, was thinking about that touch, that perfect sensuality, skin on skin.
"Happy birthday," Ruud whispered to Edwin then, looking at him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Ruud," Ed answered, and was about to kiss his man when the former striker arched back--he was finally coming, inside the goalkeeper, all his semen going inside that tall, slender body.
"A-ah-aah. Ed."
Phil squeezed his balls then--his cock reacted, and he spilled all over the chair and the floor with a long moan. It had indeed been quite a show...
So, when he opened his eyes, that he had closed in ecstasy, he was surprised to see Edwin standing before him, shaking, his cock on the verge of an explosion--which happened when Ruud released it. Ed came all over Phillip's stomach and crotch, his seed shooting out almost desperately, the load that had been torturing him finally letting go.
"And happy birthday to you too, Phil," Ruud smiled, pressing a kiss to the assistant coach's black hair.
The green-eyed man smiled. "This was better than a bar."
"You can still go," Ruud shrugged, brushing Edwin's shoulder on his way back to where his clothes had been discarded. "The night's still young."
"Well," Phillip said, looking down at his soiled clothes, "if the night's young, how about you stay, Ruud?"
"Huh?"
"Let's say..." Phillip was standing up, his hand resting suspiciously on Edwin's hip. "I forgot a present because I didn't know what to get for Ed... until now..."
Edwin rolled his eyes, but his smile was too bright to deny the fact he was not bothered by that resolution at all.
"Ja. Let's stay in, guys, Drinking's bad for us, after all..."