Su Puta (1/3)
Title: Su Puta. (1/3)
Rating: NC-17/ Heavy R
Words: 8984
Pairings: Pep Guardiola/ Bojan Krkic, David Villa/ Lionel Messi, Dani Alves/ Victor Valdes, Xavi Hernandez/ Andres Iniesta, Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol, Gerard Pique/ Cesc Fabregas. (Implied player/WAG throughout.)
Summary: A story about 5 different couples and how they deal with their different relationships (PWP)
Disclaimer: Su Puta, if you don't know, is Spanish for 'His Whore.' I thought it was quite fitting for many of the scenes. This really is the dirtiest thing I have ever wrote. It is just continuous sex throughout the entire thing. So if you don't like that thing, I wouldn't read this.
“You fucking idiot.” Valdes snapped angrily, ripping off his goal gloves as he shook his head, yanking open his locker nosily before shoving them.
“Don't call me an idiot, asshole!” Dani barked back, perching on the edge of the bench and ripping his shoes of his feet, he let his gaze follow Victor, staring at him through darkened eyes, annoyance rippling through his veins as he surveyed the casual swagger of the clearly angered goalkeeper.
“You are!” Victor defended, turning back to face Dani, hands on his hips in a clear sign of agitation. “If it wasn't for you fucking about with your “skill” we could have kept possession and they would have never scored!” He said, pressing his palms into his eyes as he replayed the scene over again and again in his head. Dani let out a scoff, rising to his feet, and pointing at Victor angrily.
“If you were doing your job, we wouldn't have even conceded that goal!” Dani retorted throwing a dismissive hand towards Victor who shook his head collecting some of his belongings from the bench opposite Alves before walking back to his locker.
“Fuck you Alves. Go be a prick somewhere else. I'm done.” He said wavering his shoe around before dismissing it into his locker.
“I'm the prick! You fucking started this!” Dani called out, frowning and pointing in the general direction of the goalkeeper, whose humourless laugh sounded out against every wall.
“Would you listen to yourself? You are acting like a fucking kid! Grow up!” Victor barked in Dani's face, his hands pushing lightly into Dani's chest who stumbled briefly, swatting Victor's hands away and squaring up to him threateningly, their height difference almost laughable.
“Seriously don't get me angry Victor, you know you don't like it when I'm angry.” He whispered, forehead pressed to Victor's who pouted in mocking.
“Oh, full of talk aren't we Dano!” Valdes said at equal volume to the brazilian, poking him in the head and watching with a darkened gaze as Dani shut his eyes, nostrils flaring wildly.
“Better to be full of talk then full of shit.” Alves said, eyes wide open suddenly, Victor sucking in a breath at the bright fire inside his sparkiling orbs. “You were useless today, I bet the cules were praying for Pinto.” Dani spat, lip snarling as he watched Valdes slowly turning away from him, the Spaniard taking a deep breath in.
Dani groaned loudly as he was dragged back, body suddenly pushed against a row of lockers, a metallic door slamming into him causing him to wince with pain, as he shoved Valdes' front, knocking Victor down to the ground, who soon enough pulled Dani with him. They wrestled for a few moments before Victor pinned Dani to the ground the pair breathless as they studied each other for what felt like forever, as though they were waiting for each other to have the next move.
“Fuck you Valdes.” Dani whispered, his chest rising and falling as anger pulsed throughout his body, his eyes taking in every feature of Victor's face who was staring at him darkly, as their noses were a breath away. Victor's hands gripped tightly at Dani's wrists, pinning them above his head, their chests flush together.
“No, fuck you.” Victor whispered heatedly, pressing his body harder against Dani whose eyes rolled into the back of his head, Valdes smirking slightly as he noticed. Dani let his eyes flicker across the face of the man in front of him, cheeks flushing as he held closer at the Brazilian. His cheekbones defined with the light above them, casting shadows down his jawline and causing his lips to seem somewhat fuller than usual. Victor licked his lips, Dani locking their eyes together once more as Valdes pushed himself against the Brazilian more, somewhat experimentally. Dani's eyebrows raised as he watched the flush of the Spaniard's cheeks.
“Never had you as a fag, Valdes.” Dani sneered, trying his best to squirm from beneath the goalkeeper who held stronger still.
“Never had you as man turned on by a fag, Dano.” Victor retorted plesantly, grinding his hips down for a moment and watching as Dani squeezed his eyes shut, pushing at Valdes' shoulders so the goalkeeper was pushed away. Victor knelt back on his haunches, looking down at the Brazilian through hooded eyes, who remained on his back, his chest rising and falling continuously.
“I am not Turned on!” He barked out, swallowing thickly.
“Oh yeah?” Valdes said challengingly, from in between Dani's spread legs the defender trying to crawl away with one hand as his other lay in between his thighs covering his modesty as best as he could.
“Yeah.” He snapped frowning at Victor.
“Then what do we have here then?” Victor said suddenly, ripping down Dani's shorts who gasped out loud at the cold air that suddenly hit his exposed throbbing length. He cringed, shutting his eyes tightly, as he heard Victor chuckle darkly, he sighed throwing his arms up in exasperation.
“What can I say? I haven't been laid in a while, and you were all over me!” Dani admitted flustered, trying to shuffle away still, from Valdes who remained in between his legs and holding tightly at his shorts, so that his cock was still exposed and so close to Victor's face, that his breathing was enough to make Dani twitch.
“Fuck you! You were all over me!” Victor said cheekily, brow furrowing as he watched Dani staring at him, cheeks blushing through clear discomfort. “Can I-” Victor began, fingers tightening around the shorts in his grip, that he continued to tug down Dani's legs whose brow furrowed in confusion. Dani stared at Victor, stilling his fidgeting as he watched the Spaniard stare at his naked cock, studying it, observing it, a tongue swiping across his bottom lip as Dani could practically see the cogs turning in Victor's head. That thought alone frightened and excited him all in the same moment.
They remained that way for a few moments, the silence suppressing them heavily, suffocating them.
“Can you what Victor?” Dani asked fearfully, propping himself up on his elbows as Victor swallowed the lump of fear in his throat before breathing out and letting his dark eyes meet Dani's. Alves didn't expect to see what he saw in Valdes' eyes in that moment, so dark and clouded with lust...
“Can I suck your cock, Dano?” He asked as though it was an ordinary question.
The Brazilian's breath hitched as he tried to comprehend what his team mate had just said. He thought for a moment until it made sense. His mind trying to take into consideration, the idea of Victors tongue, hot and heavy licking up his pulsing, hard coc - He shook his head trying to pull himself away as his cock contradicted him completely, and drizzled pre-come all down the throbbing shaft.
Victor didn't let it go unnoticed by him.
“Holy fuck!” Dani moaned out, falling back as he felt a hot heat enveloping him suddenly, his hips bucking upwards causing Victor to choke slightly, the goalkeeper running his hands up the smooth skin of Dani's thighs, until they reached his hips, fingers fluttering round until he was squeezing the arse of the Brazilian. “Jesus Christ Victor!” Dani groaned, letting his hands hold at Victor's smooth head, as the Goalkeeper encouraged him to thrust up into his mouth. Dani felt his chest heaving, his head pounding, his fingers stroking at the nape of Victor's neck, the sound of him slurping hungrily at the Brazilian causing Dani to feel faint.
“Fuck it. You want this, so do I.” Dani whispered in frustration, Holding Victor close to him, and thrusting up faster and faster. Valdes choked, groaning in pleasure around the hard cock in his mouth, as his own strained against his training gear.
He scooted closer, throwing Dani's legs over his shoulders and holding tighter at the man's legs, who continued to fuck his throat. Victor groaned, letting one hand guide it's way to his lap as he palmed hardly at his own erection. He slurped and suckled at Dani, spit and pre-come dripping down his chin inelegantly as Dani's hands shot out either side of him, clutching at nothing as his fingers simply slipped across the floor of the changing room.
“Oh shit, Valdes! That's one tongue you've got on you there.” Dani said a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he felt as though his sanity was being sucked from him the more the goalkeeper slurped and suckled, the sound positively obscene, to the point where Dani was convinced it should have been illegal. He looked up suddenly, the intoxicating heat leaving his body and he looked up at Victor who had pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His strong hands held tight at Dani's hips the Brazilian looking at him with confusion, his brow knitted together as he tried to steady his heartbeat from the frantic slamming on his chest.
“What the fuck?” Dani asked as Victor held strong, trying to turn the man over.
“I'll show you exactly how fucking good this tongue is.” Valdes said, pointing to his tongue that slid out the side of his lips. Alves biting his own at the sight. He knew what Victor was implying, the constant trying to flip to man was enough to make him realize, but his rock hard cock thought for him and before he knew, he was turning around, suddenly on all fours, his breath shaky as he awaited for something that made Victor chuckled darkly. Sexily, dare Alves think it.
That fucker, he then thought, knowing full well after this that Victor would be a certain kind of smug for the rest of their professional career.
“Just relax Dano.” Victor purred, his fingers stroking across Dani's tailbone, the brazilian shuddering out a moan as he felt himself thrust into thin air, the Spaniard behind him placing a kiss on the round of his arse. “Anyone would think you were scared.” Victor taunted, practically feeling Dani's glower as the Brazilian stayed quiet. Victor intended on changing that.
“Shit, fucking, fuck!” Dani cried pushing back against the tongue that entered him, swirling over his sensitive skin, over and over again, causing him to go crazy as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, tugging at the flesh, that turned purple at the tip due to it's sudden neglect.
“Ugh, Dani! You taste glorious!” Victor groaned, pulling away and letting his fingers slide into the tight heat of Dani, who yelped out bringing his fist down on the floor as he rocked backwards trying to get as much from the digit inside of him as possible. Dani pulled away, Victor straightening up confusedly as he watched the Brazilian turn around.
Dani jumped at Victor, the goalkeeper capturing him in his arms just in time as he fell back, hitting the floor with a thud. The moment he hit the floor, Alves' mouth was attached to his, their tongues fighting for dominance as their bodies rocked together. Dani could taste himself on Victor's tongue that probed his own deliciously.
They hissed in unison as their erections rubbed against one another teasingly. Victor let his hand slide down Alves' back, stroking down flexing muscles causing the Goalkeeper to be impossibly harder as they continued to rock together.
Dani's lips broke from the kiss to attack Valdes' pulsing neck, the goalkeeper groaning wildly as he thrust upwards against the warm friction of the defender. He let his finger trace the hole of the Brazilian who broke away to shout out in pleasurable surprise.
“Jesus Victor. I'm gonna come” He said bouncing back on the finger inside him as he sat up straight. Victor pressed all the way up to his knuckle, his fingertip brushing against a point in the Brazilian that tipped him over the edge with a tremendous shout, his body convulsing as he released all over Victor's training shirt. The Goalkeeper ran his hand across his shirt, collecting up the come before licking it off his fingers hungrily, Dani carefully moving himself from his team mate and leaning against a shut locker, his chest heaving.
As victor licked the salty liquid from his palm, he let his other rub against the erection in his pants, the friction slowly becoming unbearable as he shut his eyes, remembering Dani's face as he came, and that in itself was enough to tip the Spaniard over the edge too.
“What just happened.... we have to pretend it never did okay?” Victor's hearing zoned in just in time to hear Alves loud and clear as he looked over at him, from his position laying flat on his back.
“But it did happen...” He said pulling his trousers away from his body as he felt the sticky uncomfortable feeling of coming in his pants against his skin, and at once he felt 15 again.
“Fuck me.” Alves whispered in a frustrated sigh, pressing his palms into his eyes.
“What? Now?” Victor teased, tongue out as Dani stared at him in annoyance.
“Victor! I'm serious.” He said his lips smirking upwards despite his angry tone, causing Victor to sit up straight. Dani stared at his friend, looking into he depths of his black eyes, that seemed to smile back at him with mischief, capable of making him chuckle.
“So am I.” He said wiggling his brow and wrapping his arms around the Brazilian, pulling him back down and attacking his neck with kisses and bites as Dani cackled hitting Vadles weakly until he lay on top of him, his hands flat on his broad chest, Victor hugging him tightly to him.
“When did you get so god damn irresistible?” Dani asked, kissing gently across Victor's strong jawline who chuckled lowly.
“Probably since you haven't been laid in months.” Victor reminded, the pair of them laughing loudly in the empty changing room.
“Fucker, I can get sex whenever I want okay?” Dani said nuzzling his face into Valdes' neck who let his fingers flutter across the nape of the Brazilian's.
“Is that why you were lying on top of your goalkeeper dry humping the fuck out of him?” Victor whispered hotly into Dani's ear who snickered knowingly.
“No...This is why I was dry humping the fuck out of my goalkeeper.” He said, raising his eyebrows as he let his hand find it's way to the large renewed bulge in Victor's shorts, the goalkeeper laughing through the groan that passed his lips.
~*~
“Good game.” Xavi smiled nodding his head at Andres who turned away from his shower to watch the vice captain turn on his own shower from a few feet away.
“Yeah, another 300 passes made by you then.” He smirked, rubbing his chest down as he watched Xavi duck his head under the hot spray, his spiky hair flattening instantaneously.
“Yeah well, without you there it would have been a hell of a lot less.” Xavi winked, running his fingers through his hair and sighing at the soothing sensation it sent through his body.
Andres returned to focusing on the water that burst from the shower, rather than the heavy presence of the man behind him, naked, wet, dripping, bare. Andres bit his lip, willing away his horny thoughts. He shook his head running his hands over his head and dunking himself under the jets of water.
He turned around, a quizical eyebrow raised, observing Xavi from across the shower room, the older midfielder was oblivious, humming happily to himself as he washed, fingers running over his sopping wet skin, Andres clearing his throat and capturing the attention of Xavi finally.
“Xavi, what are you doing?” Andres asked, watching as Xavi's eyes opened wide with innocence. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest as those dark eyes twinkled at him brightly.
“What?” He asked voice surprised by Andres' question who rolled his eyes, walking over to him slowly.
“Why are you acting as though we haven't just won.” Andres said letting his eyes fall all over Xavi who raised his eyebrows as he noticed the look in Iniesta's eyes. “And-”
“And?” Xavi interjected with a brief chuckle.
Andres rolled his eyes again releasing a short snort, as he pushed Xavi against the wall, his back hitting the tiles with a soft thud, Andres' smirking wickedly.
“And why are you acting as though neither of us are naked?” He asked, taking in the scent of Xavi's neck, his shampoo caressing Andres' senses, Iniesta licking a hot trail against Xavi's jutting collarbone.
“Because teasing always gets you harder Andres, you know that.” Xavi said matter-of-factly, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and watching as Andres' face flushed slightly, a shade of red crawling up his neck.
“Yes indeed, but ignoring me isn't teasing.” He said, nipping lightly at Xavi's neck, smirking at the hammering pulse beneath his wet flesh.
“Does this look like I'm ignoring you?” Xavi asked, grabbing Andres' hand and pressing it against his large erection Andres squeezing it automatically. Xavi gasped out, head snapping back against the tiled wall as Andres began a slow pleasurable tug at his hard length.
“Oh, I should have known you wanted something when you followed me in here.” Andres whispered, ghosting a line of kisses along Xavi's jawline, the older man subconsciously rolling his hips forwards into the hands that held at him so perfectly.
“It's not that I wanted a shower or anything.” Xavi replied sarcastically, letting his fingers flutter down Andres' chest before grabbing tightly at the man's hips, who bucked the tips of their noses together.
“You wanted more than a shower, we both know it.” Andres implored, licking his bottom lip as Xavi stared at him innocently, hunger shimmering with his hypnotizing dark eyes.
“Oh really” Xavi said pulling Andres flush to him, their erections pressed together, releasing a hiss from each of them. “And what did I want?” Xavi asked, licking his tongue against the shell of Iniesta's ear causing the younger man to quake under his touch.
“You wanted me.” Andres' voice was dark, infected with lust as he pressed his palms flat on the tiles either side of Xavi's face, the two rolling their hips together in slow tantalizing movements.
“Right you are, Andres.” Xavi rewarded the man with a slow kiss across his pulsing neck, Iniesta tilting his head to allow the man better access who accepted greedily.
“As always mi amor.” He smirked, pulling away to get a look at his lover. It was all he needed, their lips crushed together, tongues lapping hotly at the opposing man's, fighting for dominance as they began to rub together obscenely, quickening beneath the hot jets of water that washed over them from above. “Oh Xavi, please fuck me now.” Andres commanded, pulling apart from the kiss and whispering breathing into the midfielder's ear who groaned out in wanting desire.
“Like I could ever say no to you.” Xavi said, and that was all it took, like a thief in the night Andres captured Xavi's final breath in a kiss, passion consuming them as they collapsed in one another's arms, pushing up against the wall and clinging to one another tightly, dry humping each other like they were teenagers.
Andres' fingers wrapped around the hard flesh of his lover, pumping him continuously as Xavi tried to steady his shaking legs, his fingers trailing all over the body in front of him, as though redrawing every inch of Andres, as though the midfielder were on a canvas.
“Just fuck me. I'm ready.” Andres breathed into Xavi's ear, the older man smirking crookedly as he licked his bottom lip, the steam from the hot water eneveloping them whole, wrapping them together and clouding them from reality. Xavi held at Andres' leg, lifting it beside them as he angled himself perfectly. He let their eyes lock, Andres biting his lip in anticipation.
They collectivley gasped out a moan as Xavi pushed into Iniesta, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as they focused on the buzzing feeling of fullness and heat. Eventually, Xavi began a rhythm, licking lustfully at Andres' neck, whose head was snapped back against the tiles of the shower wall, the water falling onto them and muffling his groans.
Xavi held Andres against the wall, one of his legs hooked over Xavi's arm as he continued to fuck his partner in crime, his other hand snapping up to press against Iniesta's mouth who groaned loudly with his moans quietened. Their bodies moving as one, Xavi rolling his hips up into the hot heat of his lover. Andres gripping the maestro’s waist, tightening his grip so that Xavi groaned at the intense grasp of the man's fingers around his wet waist. Andres felt Xavi brushing against the familiar point in his body that made him shudder with delight, and he locked their lips together instantly, Xavi smirking into the kiss as the feeling consumed them, wrapping them in their own private bubble, where they where the only two people alive...
~*~
David bounced on the cock that pulsated within him, dripping with pre-come, sliding in and out of him with continuous ease as he threaded his fingers through his own hair, as though trying to rip off the top of his head, as the pleasure inside him bubbled painfully.
Lionel tilted his head back, licking his upper lip and swiping the sweat that dripped down his face, the droplet catching on his tongue, causing David to groan louder still at the sight of it. In that moment, David was positive that Lionel was the most accurate visual representation of sex that could possibly be created. His hair sticking up, matted with sweat and mussed with the remembrance of Spanish fingers. Face flushed with the heat radiating off the two bodies, love bites marring his perfect neck which pulsed dramatically as his heart shuddered in his ribcage.
David let his fingers reach up to flutter at Leo's jaw, hoping to capture the look on his lover's face physically. The Argentine captured Villa's fingertips in his mouth and suckled on them greedily for a moment as David ran his fingers down his lover's chest, past a frantic heartbeat, past constricting abs, and down the thin trail of dark hair until he hissed at the feeling of his palm pressing against his own full balls.
“Shit David! Fuck your hand for me.” Lionel begged, lifting David's legs so that they were over his shoulders, so that he pummelled the Spaniard deeper, his tongue darting out against the his calf.
“Leo! Ugh, You know what I'm thinking of as you fuck me now?” David said heatedly, his hand wasting no time to start fisting around his throbbing length, the Argentine's eyes staring at David's hypnotising grip on the hard flesh.
“What?” Leo asked, licking his lips, his eyes focused on the pre-some that slicked up the hard length of his lover.
“You on the pitch.” David spoke, smirking crookedly as Lionel looked him in the eyes, thrusting harder as David matched the speed to meet his hand, as though it were a silent battle for dominance, silence only broken by their lust filled comments and their flesh smacking against one another.
“Ugh! What am I doing David?” Lionel asked, head thrown back, eyes shut, imagining the scent of the pitch, the roar of the crowd, the sweat on his brow. The feeling.
“You're outrunning defenders, you're running rings around Ronaldo, oh fuck Leo, you're eye-fucking me from the otherside of the pitch.” David's eyes are closed too, imagining the sight unfold before him as he bounced happily on the large erection filling him whole.
“Hell yeah I am! I'm imagining fucking you in front of all the millions of people watching us.” Lionel said, hands growing slick as they slid down David's toned body. The Spaniard simply growling at the feeling of hands on him. “I'm imagining taking your beautiful cock as far into my throat as it will allow, taking you deep and swallowing all you give me like I haven't ate in a week.” He continued, David groaning wildly, loud enough to shatter glass. It thrilled Lionel to hear him shout like that. Like he couldn't control himself, like Leo was the only one to unwind him like that. To make him lose himself in lust and passion.
“Oh fuck Leo, yeah that's it. Do it now Leo!” David begged, Lionel knowing exactly what the Spaniard wanted, he licked his top lip, angling his thrust to the left so he brushed against the most sensitive part of David's body, Villa groaning so loudly it nearly split through the walls, his hand tugging back on his dick as he spurted out his appreciation, coming all over his chest and gasping Leo's name in needy whispers.
Leo bent forwards fucking his lover with a quickened rhythm, his tongue running across the Spaniard's hot chest, lapping up the come like a kitten lapped up milk, he relished in the taste of the warm substance, groaning as the taste sent him over the edge, several hard and short thrusts into David, before he came hot and fast inside his team mate, fingers thread through his hair.
“Leo?” David's voice was finally found from his throat, the Spaniard gulping at air as he lay spent, totally fucked. Lionel shifted from him, the pair hissing momentarily as the younger man pulled out, rolling over on the bed so that his back was to Villa. David shut his eyes sighing audibly as he tried to calm his frantic heartbeat for a few moments. He sat up against the headboard, the naked man beside him looking immortal within the pale moonlight that filtered through the open balcony doors. David studied the curves of Leo's body, shadows scrawling over his skin, giving him the illusion of coldness as his skin tinged faint blue.
“It's getting late David. Let's just sleep, yeah?” Leo piped up, voice already sounding thick with sleep as David rolled his eyes letting his gaze fixate on the Argentine. He snorted humourlessly.
“I'm not going to let you fuck me ever again.” He hissed.
“You said that last time.” Lionel reminded him quietly, without even moving, causing David's skin to crawl with bitter resentment.
“Well I mean it this time.” He tried to ignore the slight snicker he heard.
“What's gotten into you?” Lionel asked, more like a boyfriend trying to get his girlfriend to snap out of her mood rather than actually caring. Patronizing bleeding through his tone.
“I'm not a fucking toy Messi, and I actually have feelings you know!” David snapped, Lionel rolling onto his back so that their gazes locked for a moment, David looking down into the depths of the orbs from the unreadable man beside him.
“David. I'm tired, ok?” He said, looking at David like he was a needy fucking case. That thought was enough to make Villa's brow snap together, anger already bubbling in his throat.
“No Leo! I'm fucking tired!” He shouted, sitting up as Lionel simply looked at him blankly. “I'm fucking tired.” He snapped again, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“And what do you want exactly David? For me to tell you all the cushy details of how I feel about you?” Lionel said snorting at the ridiculousness of it and laughing out louder still as David blushed.
“It wouldn't hurt.” He shrugged.
“Fuck off, you're acting like a teenage girl.” Lionel said shaking his head and rolling onto his side once more, but before he could get there, he felt a weight press down on his torso and he was staring startled into the eyes of David Villa as the Spaniard straddled him, pinning his wrists above his head and levelling their gazes seriously.
“Maybe I am.” David said heatedly, gripping Lionel tighter by the wrists, who just looked up at him with a steady gaze, vacancy behind his eyes. “But sometimes it's just nice to know what's going on inside that head of yours when we fuck.” He said, placing their foreheads together and feeling as familiar feeling of warmth run through him when he felt Lionel's cock spring to attention so that it bobbed up at his arse.
“You want to know what's usually going through my mind when we fuck?” Lionel asked snarling slightly as David sighed inclining his head as much as he could with their faces so close.
“When I'm going to get to screw your tight arse next.” Lionel said brow furrowed as he watched David bow his head, grip instantly slacking, and then, just like that he was rolling from him, lying on the far side of the bed back to him, sheet thrown over his body. Lionel lay still for a while, unsure why he found it impossible to move. He only got up and left when he heard David dozing restlessly from beside him.
*
Gerard yanked Puyol's hair back, the curls slipping through his fist, threading through his fingers and causing a gasp of pleasurable pain to be released from the Captain. Gerard drove his hips forwards, pummelling his Captain with little to no consideration for the older man, who was moaning loudly, a clear sign to the tall defender that he was hitting the right spot. Over and over again.
Carles gripped tighter at the bench before him, his knees sliding against the hard floor's surface with a delicious friction as his hard cock swayed back and forth as Gerard's pace continued from behind him. Pique groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sight of him, balls deep into the man whose Captain band slid down his muscled upper arm.
“Fuck, Captain! Tell me what to do to you!” Gerard cried loudly, the familiar purring in the pit of his stomach, warning him that he wasn't far off realising.
“Fuck me as hard as you can.” Carles cried, pushing back onto the hard cock inside him and choking out a loud growl as Pique did as instructed.
“Oh Jesus Puyi! You are so fucking tight!” He smirked blissfully, letting his fingers flutter up the sides of his captain, fingertips brushing along toned muscles, muscles that looked fake with their perfected beauty.
“Tighter than your Columbian princess I take it?” Puyi choked out and Gerard leant forwards licking a trail along the older man's jawline who purred in appreciation.
“Oh fuck, si.” Gerard whispered breathily, nibbling on the ear lobe of Puyol, who growled, throwing his hand back and threading it through the longer hair at the nape of Gerard's neck as they rocked together quicker and faster and harder.
“Jesus Geri, I'm going to fucking come.” Carles warned, dropping his head back on Gerard's shoulders, falling back on his haunches as Gerard let a hand slide down his captain's chest, flicking over a hard nipple, a sculpted six pack and then to touch his throbbing length. He smirked as he kissed Carles' pulse point as he pumped his hand, his captain choking out a groan.
“I want your come all over that floor, so I can lick it up like your fucking whore.” Gerard whispered licking Puyol's cheek and enjoying the deep grunt that came from somewhere in the depths of his throat.
“Oh Jesus! What would Cesc do if he could hear you talking like this to me?” Puyol said as he threw himself forwards, gripping the bench as Gerard pummelled him faster, harder, hand still on his cock.
“What Cescy doesn't know, doesn't hurt him!” Gerard moaned out his body shuddering, quaking and finally releasing with a final shout into his captain. The sound of his breathless cries seemed enough to bring Carles' over the edge and soon the captain felt himself being milked relentlessly and he slumped forwards tiredly, chest heaving.
“Jesus.” He whispered, as Gerard pulled himself from him, crawling on his knees to the bench. Carles sat on the bench, tilting his head back and sucking in the air around him, his heart beat finally slowing to it's normal pace as he droped his gaze back to Gerard, his spent cock twitching.
The tall defender was on his knees, purring like a kitten as his tongue lapped the come on the floor like the taste was going out of fashion, his perfect arse high in the air as he seemed to get up every drop.
Gerard looked up at Carles then, the back of the captain's fingers stroking against the stubble of the taller defender who smirked at him. They stayed silent for a few moments, basking in the sight of one another. Carles let out a humourless snort.
“Tell me how you like to fuck Cesc.” Carles said randomly, an air of command in his voice. Gerard furrowed his brow pulling away from Carles' hand and staring at him levelly.
“What?” Gerard asked laughing slightly as he pushed himself up so that he was seated beside Carles on the wooden bench.
“Tell me how you fuck Cesc.” He demanded again his voice softer, his eyes focused on Gerard's dazzling blue.
“How do you even know about me and Cesc?” Gerard said, head bowed as his voice took the tone of a man haunted, perhaps a man missing the person he would much rather be fucking. Carles eyed Gerard, looked at the way he stared at the floor, the usually happy jolly joker suddenly reflecting a broken man, as his fingers were suddenly the most fascinating thing in his world. Carles dropped a hand down on Gerard's back, the younger man looking at him with a forced crooked smirk. Carles snorted rubbing his back comfortingly.
“Hotel walls are thin, Geri.” He said and the defender stared at him wide eyed for a moment. “No don't worry, no one else knows, I just made it my buisness to know. It's been the three of us for a few years now. We're good friends. But I can tell that there's something more when you look at him. I can tell that when you are together, it's like he never left.” Carles stopped then, when he noticed Gerard swallow thickly, throat bobbing temptingly, as his eyes seemed to glisten with the memory of Cesc.
As though he was mourning him. Though Puyol knew, that every moment Cesc was away, Gerard felt like he may as well have been... “Who knows, maybe in the summer you won't need me to get your kicks any more.” He said, snorting despite the twinge of something he felt inside of him. Gerard remained silent for a while, looking as though he was contemplating the meaning of life, the meaning of his life. As though he was thinking of all the times he had thought of Cesc but went to Carles' house, fucking him in hoping Cesc's name would die on his tongue when he came. Hoping to forget about Fabregas' dark eyes. Hoping to rid himself of the sickening mental images of Cesc fucking Robin Van Persie, whilst thinking of Gerard...
“First I stretch him open,” Gerard said, head still bowed, eyes squeezed shut as he imagined Cesc and him, the younger Spaniard's face contorting into pleasurable pain as he pushed himself eagerly back onto Gerard's scissoring fingers. “Spitting on my fingers and pushing them deep into him.” He continued holding the bridge of his nose as exhaling deeply at the erection he felt himself trying to hold back.
“Yes Geri, fuck.” Carles said and Gerard opened his eyes then, looking at his captain and gasping as he had his legs spread wide, hand rubbing his once again hard cock. Gerard gulped, knowing too well that after Arsenal's victory earlier that day, Cesc would be fucking Van Persie. He licked his bottom lip, looking back at Carles.
“Then, I lick a trail from his chest down to the base of his cock.” He said, climbing from the bench and kneeling between Carles' thighs, the older man looking at him through hooded eyes dark with desire. Gerard flicked his tongue out against the hot skin over Puyols' hammering heart. Slowly advancing on the cock the captain held still in his grasp.
“Then what?” Carles asked as Gerard paused just before he was about to lick his sensitive length.
“Then I swallow him whole, Cesc threading his fingers through my hair-” Gerard stopped to grab Carles' hands, placing them at the back of his head, the captain instantly doing what Gerard had described. “twirling the strands delicately like I'm made of glass.” Gerard went on, moaning slightly as he shut his eyes Carles' hands turning into Cesc's in that moment as fingers toyed gently with dirty blonde strands, as though they were precious and could be broken.
“I can be Cesc.” Carles' voice was deep, bringing Gerard back to reality who looked at him, swallowing the lump in his throat slowly, biting his lip and shuffling closer to Puyol. Gerard let his eyes wonder to the only strip of material on the man before him, spread open and so willing. He let his fingers flutter across the Catalan stripes of the captains band, Carles' muscular arm straining the material. He looked back up at Carles, eyes so dark they could have belonged to Cesc.
“Okay.” He said licking his lips and placing his hands on the inside of Carles' thighs, pushing his legs wider if it were possible...
*
“Shh! You have to be quiet Bo!” Pep scalded in a giggling whisper, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Bojan snickered, one hand clamping over his mouth as he nodded obediently, Pep's eyes twinkling as he stared at the youngster. Josep pushed his shirt off his shoulders, Bojan 's hands hovering just above Pep's heartbeat. The older man feared he young boy would be able to hear it with the rate it was beating. Bojan, straddling his coach, licked his lips at the sight of the chest exposed in front of him. He swallowed his nervousness, letting his hands run across the smooth skin of Pep's torso, fingers rising to the soft hair of his chest. Bojan leaned forwards, licking a trail in between Pep's pecks and grinding his erection down onto the sensitive length of flesh belonging to Pep who groaned out, gripping the seats either side of him.
“Now, now Pep. You have to be quiet.” Bojan teased, sucking Pep's bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling at it softly. Pep sat forwards wrapping his arms around Bojan's body, his fingernails scrapping across the bare flesh of his young lover. Bojan crooned delightfully, head tilting back as he let his hands cup the back of Pep's freshly shaved head.
“If we were caught.” Pep began, ghosting kisses along the jutting collarbone of the perfectly sculptured man on his lap. “We could both lose our jobs, and be banned from ever stepping foot in here ever again.” He said, rolling his hips upwards, threading one hand into Bojan's hair who purred at the feeling of pleasure. Bojan was listening, or rather he hoped the words would process because if he were honest Pep's touches and kisses were sending his senses into a frenzy. He swallowed nodding his head as best as he could as Pep set a final kiss on the boy's chest before flipping them quickly. Bojan gasping out in shock until he settled onto the seat Pep was once in. He giggled delightfully, face buried in Pep's neck as the older man stood up, standing in front of the boy who spread his legs, eyes fixated on Pep's as he ran his hands over the slim man's waist.
Pep kept their gazes fixed as he slowly undid his belt, the zip sounding out loudly around them as he pushed the thin material off his legs followed instantly by his underwear. He stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. He sighed shakily. Fear overwhelming him as he stood naked, the night air biting at his flesh as he waited for Bojan to say something.
Bojan couldn't speak. He gulped and tried, but the words blossomed in his throat and died on his tongue.
“I'm not going to stand here naked forever you know...” Pep said bashfully, cheeks shimmering pink as he tried to cover up his skinny arms. Bojan shook his head, grabbing his coach's hands and holding them away from his body. Bojan was mesmerized. Watching as the moonlight played tricks along Pep's flesh, shadows stretching across his limbs, a light blue ethereal glow setting delightfully across his smooth looking flesh. Bojan bit his lip, eyes drifting to Pep's widequestioning eyes.
“I don't think I have ever seen anything so beautiful.” He said licking his bottom lip and staring intently at Pep. He smiled as the older man bowed his head.
“I'm old Bojan-” Bojan stood up in that moment, chest pressed against Pep's silencing the man who stared into the bright sparkling ice eyes of the youngster, who shook his head.
“You are perfect Pep.” Bojan said simply, letting their fingers interlink as he raised their arms either side of them, as though they were wings and they were prepared to fly away.
“Oh fuck Bojan.” Pep began resting his chin on Bojan's shoulder as they stood flush together, their fingers brushing against the other's as they twisted them in their grasps.
“I want you to make love to me right now Pep.” Bojan whispered, the older man pulling back, their gazes meeting, Bojan looked up at him sincerely, innocently. And Pep knew in that moment he couldn't deny him anything.
“O-okay.” Pep said slowly nodding through his insecurities. He stepped back gulping loudly as Bojan smiled shyly. Their gazes remained locked even as Bojan's hands made their way down his body, to his jeans, his thumb slipping beneath the button and popping it without effort. He pushed the heavy material from his legs, so that he stood in his underwear. The cool midnight air wrapping itself around him teasingly. His fingers slid inside the hem of his boxer shorts and with a short incline of Pep's head he pushed them to the ground too.
Pep groaned aloud at the sight of Bojan's naked body. He had watched his body transform, mould and build as his training got stricter and longer, and his youth faded into adulthood and there he stood, before Pep Guardiola, a man who was trying to remember the man he had been before Bojan Krkic. Even if he could have been called that. He had grown into a man himself, in more ways than one.
"Get comfortable then." Pep said quietly, nervously in fact as he pointed towards the floor. Bojan smiled at him inclining his head and dropping to his knees gracefully. Pep tried to focus on his sanity, and not the way the moonlight stretched across the plains of Bojan's back, making him look inhumane, perfect.
They had fucked. Had fucked many times in fact. But it had come to a point, neither knew the exact moment when, but sometime during Bojan's lack of faith for himself as a footballer, when Pep had been there. When Pep had been there, as more than a mentor, a boss, when he'd been there as a lover. He had been there to wipe Bojan's tears when he threw his fists out at the wall, shouting of how he would never be good enough. Pep had been there to cook Bojan chicken soup when he needed to rest his injured leg, leaving without a trace just before Blanca would turn up to see her wounded boyfriend. It was Pep who would hold him close, comforting him when the nights got effortlessly lonelier and the idea of leaving Barcelona plagued his thoughts.
Pep stepped closer to the boy kneeling on the floor, his back to him, visibly shaking. Pep smiled. He too was scared. What they were scared of he didn't know. Maybe it was the term, making love? They had never done that that was for sure. Pep gulped, kneeling down behind Bojan, the boy melting as he felt the front of his coach press against his back, his arms wrapping around him, fingers stroking down his strong chest. Bojan let his eyes fixate on the spidery fingers of his lover, smiling as he watched how they painted non-existent patterns across his flesh, along where he could see his heart visibly shuddering out a frantic beat.
Bojan couldn't distinctly remember when he and Pep had started their little 'relationship'. It was sometime during the 2009 season. Sometime during that season, the days got blurry and before he knew it they were fucking. Bojan slipping into Pep's office late on a Friday, hiding under his desk and covering up his laughing mouth as Pep stood trying to usher Leo Messi from the room who would be asking Pep if he was doing ok. Pep turning up to Bojan's house and making excuses with Mrs Krkic as to why he were there, Bojan biting his lip and smiling at him from the top of the staircase.
It was different now. He knew it. He could feel it. He hadn't slept with Pep in over 3 months despite seeing him out side of their professions nearly every opportunity they had... For some reason, it was almost as though they were doing other things together. Driving far out of town just to have a secret meal together, Pep calling Bojan and planning mysterious day trips when they both had a day off together.
Bojan clung to the innocent childlike thought of it perhaps meaning more to Pep than just sex, perhaps him meaning more?
He shook the idea from his head as Pep's voice came into hearing.
"Are you ready my love?" Pep asked, fingers fluttering at the nape of Bojan's neck, the youngster not even realizing that he was on his hands and knees, the cold concrete underneath him suddenly shockingly cold. He gulped, trying to place his nervousness as he nodded. Pep placed a kiss on Bojan's tail bone, the youngster's eyes flickering shut, and then slamming al together as he felt the familiar arousing burn of the older man pushing into him. He growled out a moan closing the distance between them with a hard push back, his coach moan echoing out around them as he was suddenly balls deep into the tight heat of his lover.
"Jesus!" Pep gasped moving gently in and out of Bojan who remained still for the first few beginning thrusts, his body to clogged with arousal to even consider moving. A soft breeze enveloped Krkic, the striker's head snapping back as he adjusted his movements so that he slammed into Pep just as the man pulled out. Their rhythm was hypnotising.
“Harder Pep.” Bojan growled out, bouncing up and down on Pep's cock, who held tightly at the boy's hips, so tight he was sure that small bruises would be left in the place. Bruises he could take a look at in training and ask Bojan in front of everyone how he got them, just so he could see the boy blush and then tell him that it isn't appropriate to say during training. To the guys, this would make them laugh, make them admire Bojan and call him the man, but to Pep, as he would watch the twinkle in Bo's eyes, he would know that in fact wasn't appropriate to speak of at all.
“Shit Bojan. Look at that!” Pep said, yanking Bojan off him using his hair. The boy cursed out loud at the stinging sensation on his head until he turned round and was holding tightly at the seat in front of him. He was breathless, panting as he took in the scene around him, eyes flickering lustfully over the thousands of seats, falling onto the green grass of the pitch, a haunting presence ghosting around the empty grounds, causing the cock hanging between his legs to twitch. He felt Pep's fingers fluttering up his back, stroking over his vertebrae as he waited for the feeling of euphoria to start again.
“Please Pep, fuck me.” Bojan crooned reading FC Barcelona that was spelled out with the hundreds of seats.
“Fuck you where?” Pep all but whispered, voice thick with lust.
“Please fuck me in the middle of the Nou Camp!” Bojan cried loudly, the end of his sentence being cut off as Pep slammed back into him, the boy on his hands and knees on the floor, their bodies pressed together as they fucked, Pep's knees scrapping against the cold concrete. Bojan let his elbow fall onto the folded up chair of his level, his other hand gripping onto the top of a seat on the level below as he tried to steady himself against the rush of extreme thrusts from his coach. It was different, it seemed so mindless, so raw, but Bojan could feel every flicker of Pep's fingers as though he was trying to work out how the boy was formed, hands stroking down his sweat covered back, tongue darting out to his flexing shoulders blades as he moved.
"Jesus Bo, I'm going to come." Pep warned, voice dark as his hand reached around to grasp at the hard hot flesh of Bojan who growled, his thrusts trying to push forwards as well as back, his head nearly splitting with the pleasure consuming him. Pep angled his thrust, Bojan's cries growing in volume as he felt a familiar roaring in his stomach, burning sweetly inside of him and before he knew it he was being milked dry, 3 words dying on his tongue before he could even say them, his coach collapsing on his back, the two heaving together breathless.
*
“Bojan, you don't fuck anyone else do you?” Pep asked, buttoning his shirt and sneaking a glance at Bojan who stopped halfway through doing up his laces. He sat up the two now fully-dressed, Bojan looking at Pep and licking his lips at the intensity in his coach's eyes.
“Blanca, sometimes.” He said with a shrug, returning his attention to his shoes as he tried to ignore the way Pep looked at him.
“Oh.” Came the short reply.
“But she is positive I want to dump her, because we barely do it.” Bojan said, finishing his laces and sitting back in his seat, staring up at the stars that glittered in the sky, disappearing all the more he looked at them.
“Why don't you fuck her?” Pep asked feeling his fingers twitch as he held at his knees, his eyes too, glued to the sky. Bojan was so near, so near that he could smell his delicious scent as the slow wind teased passed them.
“Because she's not you.” Bojan said with another simple shrug, eyes focused on the sky, refusing to meet Pep's gaze in that moment.
“Oh.” Came the short reply. Silence washed over them binding them in the empty stadium as the air enveloped them and the calming atmosphere breached any dark thought.
“Pep?”
“Yes Bojanito?” Pep didn't look, didn't ask for permission as he lifted his hand, letting his fingers stroke across Bojan's upturned palm. The boy shuddered beneath the endearing gesture.
“Do you still fuck your wife?” He asked, closing his fingers over Pep's, their eyes still focused above them.
“No, but I have a reason.” He spoke softly with a shrug.
“Which is?” Bojan wondered curiously.
“We're married.” He joked, sneaking a glance at a smirking Bojan who eventually cackled aloud, pouting in appreciation of the joke. “No but seriously. You are all I need Bojan.” He said squeezing tightly at the palm of the youngster who turned so their gazes met finally. Intense and sparkling.
“I'm not going to tell you I love you.” Bojan said shaking his head adamantly.
“Why not?” Pep asked half laughing.
“Because you already know.” Bojan said smirking as he slid his fingers in-between Pep's their hands moulding to one another perfectly.
“Yes Bojan, you're right.” Pep said, raising an arm and accepting the boy into his embrace as they stared up at the night sky together, the cold breeze nowhere near as offensive as it had been before Bojan held on to Pep.
“Don't worry, I know too.” Bojan said nodding as he looked up at Pep, watching how the man's eyes sparkled, how his stubble made him look just as attractive as though he was the same age as Bojan.
“I'm glad, cos I wasn't going to tell you that I love you either.” Pep laughed as Bojan did, the two quickly settling into a comfortable silence as they held each other close, looking at the stars as though it was a film unfolding before their eyes.
Rating: NC-17/ Heavy R
Words: 8984
Pairings: Pep Guardiola/ Bojan Krkic, David Villa/ Lionel Messi, Dani Alves/ Victor Valdes, Xavi Hernandez/ Andres Iniesta, Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol, Gerard Pique/ Cesc Fabregas. (Implied player/WAG throughout.)
Summary: A story about 5 different couples and how they deal with their different relationships (PWP)
Disclaimer: Su Puta, if you don't know, is Spanish for 'His Whore.' I thought it was quite fitting for many of the scenes. This really is the dirtiest thing I have ever wrote. It is just continuous sex throughout the entire thing. So if you don't like that thing, I wouldn't read this.
“You fucking idiot.” Valdes snapped angrily, ripping off his goal gloves as he shook his head, yanking open his locker nosily before shoving them.
“Don't call me an idiot, asshole!” Dani barked back, perching on the edge of the bench and ripping his shoes of his feet, he let his gaze follow Victor, staring at him through darkened eyes, annoyance rippling through his veins as he surveyed the casual swagger of the clearly angered goalkeeper.
“You are!” Victor defended, turning back to face Dani, hands on his hips in a clear sign of agitation. “If it wasn't for you fucking about with your “skill” we could have kept possession and they would have never scored!” He said, pressing his palms into his eyes as he replayed the scene over again and again in his head. Dani let out a scoff, rising to his feet, and pointing at Victor angrily.
“If you were doing your job, we wouldn't have even conceded that goal!” Dani retorted throwing a dismissive hand towards Victor who shook his head collecting some of his belongings from the bench opposite Alves before walking back to his locker.
“Fuck you Alves. Go be a prick somewhere else. I'm done.” He said wavering his shoe around before dismissing it into his locker.
“I'm the prick! You fucking started this!” Dani called out, frowning and pointing in the general direction of the goalkeeper, whose humourless laugh sounded out against every wall.
“Would you listen to yourself? You are acting like a fucking kid! Grow up!” Victor barked in Dani's face, his hands pushing lightly into Dani's chest who stumbled briefly, swatting Victor's hands away and squaring up to him threateningly, their height difference almost laughable.
“Seriously don't get me angry Victor, you know you don't like it when I'm angry.” He whispered, forehead pressed to Victor's who pouted in mocking.
“Oh, full of talk aren't we Dano!” Valdes said at equal volume to the brazilian, poking him in the head and watching with a darkened gaze as Dani shut his eyes, nostrils flaring wildly.
“Better to be full of talk then full of shit.” Alves said, eyes wide open suddenly, Victor sucking in a breath at the bright fire inside his sparkiling orbs. “You were useless today, I bet the cules were praying for Pinto.” Dani spat, lip snarling as he watched Valdes slowly turning away from him, the Spaniard taking a deep breath in.
Dani groaned loudly as he was dragged back, body suddenly pushed against a row of lockers, a metallic door slamming into him causing him to wince with pain, as he shoved Valdes' front, knocking Victor down to the ground, who soon enough pulled Dani with him. They wrestled for a few moments before Victor pinned Dani to the ground the pair breathless as they studied each other for what felt like forever, as though they were waiting for each other to have the next move.
“Fuck you Valdes.” Dani whispered, his chest rising and falling as anger pulsed throughout his body, his eyes taking in every feature of Victor's face who was staring at him darkly, as their noses were a breath away. Victor's hands gripped tightly at Dani's wrists, pinning them above his head, their chests flush together.
“No, fuck you.” Victor whispered heatedly, pressing his body harder against Dani whose eyes rolled into the back of his head, Valdes smirking slightly as he noticed. Dani let his eyes flicker across the face of the man in front of him, cheeks flushing as he held closer at the Brazilian. His cheekbones defined with the light above them, casting shadows down his jawline and causing his lips to seem somewhat fuller than usual. Victor licked his lips, Dani locking their eyes together once more as Valdes pushed himself against the Brazilian more, somewhat experimentally. Dani's eyebrows raised as he watched the flush of the Spaniard's cheeks.
“Never had you as a fag, Valdes.” Dani sneered, trying his best to squirm from beneath the goalkeeper who held stronger still.
“Never had you as man turned on by a fag, Dano.” Victor retorted plesantly, grinding his hips down for a moment and watching as Dani squeezed his eyes shut, pushing at Valdes' shoulders so the goalkeeper was pushed away. Victor knelt back on his haunches, looking down at the Brazilian through hooded eyes, who remained on his back, his chest rising and falling continuously.
“I am not Turned on!” He barked out, swallowing thickly.
“Oh yeah?” Valdes said challengingly, from in between Dani's spread legs the defender trying to crawl away with one hand as his other lay in between his thighs covering his modesty as best as he could.
“Yeah.” He snapped frowning at Victor.
“Then what do we have here then?” Victor said suddenly, ripping down Dani's shorts who gasped out loud at the cold air that suddenly hit his exposed throbbing length. He cringed, shutting his eyes tightly, as he heard Victor chuckle darkly, he sighed throwing his arms up in exasperation.
“What can I say? I haven't been laid in a while, and you were all over me!” Dani admitted flustered, trying to shuffle away still, from Valdes who remained in between his legs and holding tightly at his shorts, so that his cock was still exposed and so close to Victor's face, that his breathing was enough to make Dani twitch.
“Fuck you! You were all over me!” Victor said cheekily, brow furrowing as he watched Dani staring at him, cheeks blushing through clear discomfort. “Can I-” Victor began, fingers tightening around the shorts in his grip, that he continued to tug down Dani's legs whose brow furrowed in confusion. Dani stared at Victor, stilling his fidgeting as he watched the Spaniard stare at his naked cock, studying it, observing it, a tongue swiping across his bottom lip as Dani could practically see the cogs turning in Victor's head. That thought alone frightened and excited him all in the same moment.
They remained that way for a few moments, the silence suppressing them heavily, suffocating them.
“Can you what Victor?” Dani asked fearfully, propping himself up on his elbows as Victor swallowed the lump of fear in his throat before breathing out and letting his dark eyes meet Dani's. Alves didn't expect to see what he saw in Valdes' eyes in that moment, so dark and clouded with lust...
“Can I suck your cock, Dano?” He asked as though it was an ordinary question.
The Brazilian's breath hitched as he tried to comprehend what his team mate had just said. He thought for a moment until it made sense. His mind trying to take into consideration, the idea of Victors tongue, hot and heavy licking up his pulsing, hard coc - He shook his head trying to pull himself away as his cock contradicted him completely, and drizzled pre-come all down the throbbing shaft.
Victor didn't let it go unnoticed by him.
“Holy fuck!” Dani moaned out, falling back as he felt a hot heat enveloping him suddenly, his hips bucking upwards causing Victor to choke slightly, the goalkeeper running his hands up the smooth skin of Dani's thighs, until they reached his hips, fingers fluttering round until he was squeezing the arse of the Brazilian. “Jesus Christ Victor!” Dani groaned, letting his hands hold at Victor's smooth head, as the Goalkeeper encouraged him to thrust up into his mouth. Dani felt his chest heaving, his head pounding, his fingers stroking at the nape of Victor's neck, the sound of him slurping hungrily at the Brazilian causing Dani to feel faint.
“Fuck it. You want this, so do I.” Dani whispered in frustration, Holding Victor close to him, and thrusting up faster and faster. Valdes choked, groaning in pleasure around the hard cock in his mouth, as his own strained against his training gear.
He scooted closer, throwing Dani's legs over his shoulders and holding tighter at the man's legs, who continued to fuck his throat. Victor groaned, letting one hand guide it's way to his lap as he palmed hardly at his own erection. He slurped and suckled at Dani, spit and pre-come dripping down his chin inelegantly as Dani's hands shot out either side of him, clutching at nothing as his fingers simply slipped across the floor of the changing room.
“Oh shit, Valdes! That's one tongue you've got on you there.” Dani said a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he felt as though his sanity was being sucked from him the more the goalkeeper slurped and suckled, the sound positively obscene, to the point where Dani was convinced it should have been illegal. He looked up suddenly, the intoxicating heat leaving his body and he looked up at Victor who had pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His strong hands held tight at Dani's hips the Brazilian looking at him with confusion, his brow knitted together as he tried to steady his heartbeat from the frantic slamming on his chest.
“What the fuck?” Dani asked as Victor held strong, trying to turn the man over.
“I'll show you exactly how fucking good this tongue is.” Valdes said, pointing to his tongue that slid out the side of his lips. Alves biting his own at the sight. He knew what Victor was implying, the constant trying to flip to man was enough to make him realize, but his rock hard cock thought for him and before he knew, he was turning around, suddenly on all fours, his breath shaky as he awaited for something that made Victor chuckled darkly. Sexily, dare Alves think it.
That fucker, he then thought, knowing full well after this that Victor would be a certain kind of smug for the rest of their professional career.
“Just relax Dano.” Victor purred, his fingers stroking across Dani's tailbone, the brazilian shuddering out a moan as he felt himself thrust into thin air, the Spaniard behind him placing a kiss on the round of his arse. “Anyone would think you were scared.” Victor taunted, practically feeling Dani's glower as the Brazilian stayed quiet. Victor intended on changing that.
“Shit, fucking, fuck!” Dani cried pushing back against the tongue that entered him, swirling over his sensitive skin, over and over again, causing him to go crazy as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, tugging at the flesh, that turned purple at the tip due to it's sudden neglect.
“Ugh, Dani! You taste glorious!” Victor groaned, pulling away and letting his fingers slide into the tight heat of Dani, who yelped out bringing his fist down on the floor as he rocked backwards trying to get as much from the digit inside of him as possible. Dani pulled away, Victor straightening up confusedly as he watched the Brazilian turn around.
Dani jumped at Victor, the goalkeeper capturing him in his arms just in time as he fell back, hitting the floor with a thud. The moment he hit the floor, Alves' mouth was attached to his, their tongues fighting for dominance as their bodies rocked together. Dani could taste himself on Victor's tongue that probed his own deliciously.
They hissed in unison as their erections rubbed against one another teasingly. Victor let his hand slide down Alves' back, stroking down flexing muscles causing the Goalkeeper to be impossibly harder as they continued to rock together.
Dani's lips broke from the kiss to attack Valdes' pulsing neck, the goalkeeper groaning wildly as he thrust upwards against the warm friction of the defender. He let his finger trace the hole of the Brazilian who broke away to shout out in pleasurable surprise.
“Jesus Victor. I'm gonna come” He said bouncing back on the finger inside him as he sat up straight. Victor pressed all the way up to his knuckle, his fingertip brushing against a point in the Brazilian that tipped him over the edge with a tremendous shout, his body convulsing as he released all over Victor's training shirt. The Goalkeeper ran his hand across his shirt, collecting up the come before licking it off his fingers hungrily, Dani carefully moving himself from his team mate and leaning against a shut locker, his chest heaving.
As victor licked the salty liquid from his palm, he let his other rub against the erection in his pants, the friction slowly becoming unbearable as he shut his eyes, remembering Dani's face as he came, and that in itself was enough to tip the Spaniard over the edge too.
“What just happened.... we have to pretend it never did okay?” Victor's hearing zoned in just in time to hear Alves loud and clear as he looked over at him, from his position laying flat on his back.
“But it did happen...” He said pulling his trousers away from his body as he felt the sticky uncomfortable feeling of coming in his pants against his skin, and at once he felt 15 again.
“Fuck me.” Alves whispered in a frustrated sigh, pressing his palms into his eyes.
“What? Now?” Victor teased, tongue out as Dani stared at him in annoyance.
“Victor! I'm serious.” He said his lips smirking upwards despite his angry tone, causing Victor to sit up straight. Dani stared at his friend, looking into he depths of his black eyes, that seemed to smile back at him with mischief, capable of making him chuckle.
“So am I.” He said wiggling his brow and wrapping his arms around the Brazilian, pulling him back down and attacking his neck with kisses and bites as Dani cackled hitting Vadles weakly until he lay on top of him, his hands flat on his broad chest, Victor hugging him tightly to him.
“When did you get so god damn irresistible?” Dani asked, kissing gently across Victor's strong jawline who chuckled lowly.
“Probably since you haven't been laid in months.” Victor reminded, the pair of them laughing loudly in the empty changing room.
“Fucker, I can get sex whenever I want okay?” Dani said nuzzling his face into Valdes' neck who let his fingers flutter across the nape of the Brazilian's.
“Is that why you were lying on top of your goalkeeper dry humping the fuck out of him?” Victor whispered hotly into Dani's ear who snickered knowingly.
“No...This is why I was dry humping the fuck out of my goalkeeper.” He said, raising his eyebrows as he let his hand find it's way to the large renewed bulge in Victor's shorts, the goalkeeper laughing through the groan that passed his lips.
~*~
“Good game.” Xavi smiled nodding his head at Andres who turned away from his shower to watch the vice captain turn on his own shower from a few feet away.
“Yeah, another 300 passes made by you then.” He smirked, rubbing his chest down as he watched Xavi duck his head under the hot spray, his spiky hair flattening instantaneously.
“Yeah well, without you there it would have been a hell of a lot less.” Xavi winked, running his fingers through his hair and sighing at the soothing sensation it sent through his body.
Andres returned to focusing on the water that burst from the shower, rather than the heavy presence of the man behind him, naked, wet, dripping, bare. Andres bit his lip, willing away his horny thoughts. He shook his head running his hands over his head and dunking himself under the jets of water.
He turned around, a quizical eyebrow raised, observing Xavi from across the shower room, the older midfielder was oblivious, humming happily to himself as he washed, fingers running over his sopping wet skin, Andres clearing his throat and capturing the attention of Xavi finally.
“Xavi, what are you doing?” Andres asked, watching as Xavi's eyes opened wide with innocence. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest as those dark eyes twinkled at him brightly.
“What?” He asked voice surprised by Andres' question who rolled his eyes, walking over to him slowly.
“Why are you acting as though we haven't just won.” Andres said letting his eyes fall all over Xavi who raised his eyebrows as he noticed the look in Iniesta's eyes. “And-”
“And?” Xavi interjected with a brief chuckle.
Andres rolled his eyes again releasing a short snort, as he pushed Xavi against the wall, his back hitting the tiles with a soft thud, Andres' smirking wickedly.
“And why are you acting as though neither of us are naked?” He asked, taking in the scent of Xavi's neck, his shampoo caressing Andres' senses, Iniesta licking a hot trail against Xavi's jutting collarbone.
“Because teasing always gets you harder Andres, you know that.” Xavi said matter-of-factly, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and watching as Andres' face flushed slightly, a shade of red crawling up his neck.
“Yes indeed, but ignoring me isn't teasing.” He said, nipping lightly at Xavi's neck, smirking at the hammering pulse beneath his wet flesh.
“Does this look like I'm ignoring you?” Xavi asked, grabbing Andres' hand and pressing it against his large erection Andres squeezing it automatically. Xavi gasped out, head snapping back against the tiled wall as Andres began a slow pleasurable tug at his hard length.
“Oh, I should have known you wanted something when you followed me in here.” Andres whispered, ghosting a line of kisses along Xavi's jawline, the older man subconsciously rolling his hips forwards into the hands that held at him so perfectly.
“It's not that I wanted a shower or anything.” Xavi replied sarcastically, letting his fingers flutter down Andres' chest before grabbing tightly at the man's hips, who bucked the tips of their noses together.
“You wanted more than a shower, we both know it.” Andres implored, licking his bottom lip as Xavi stared at him innocently, hunger shimmering with his hypnotizing dark eyes.
“Oh really” Xavi said pulling Andres flush to him, their erections pressed together, releasing a hiss from each of them. “And what did I want?” Xavi asked, licking his tongue against the shell of Iniesta's ear causing the younger man to quake under his touch.
“You wanted me.” Andres' voice was dark, infected with lust as he pressed his palms flat on the tiles either side of Xavi's face, the two rolling their hips together in slow tantalizing movements.
“Right you are, Andres.” Xavi rewarded the man with a slow kiss across his pulsing neck, Iniesta tilting his head to allow the man better access who accepted greedily.
“As always mi amor.” He smirked, pulling away to get a look at his lover. It was all he needed, their lips crushed together, tongues lapping hotly at the opposing man's, fighting for dominance as they began to rub together obscenely, quickening beneath the hot jets of water that washed over them from above. “Oh Xavi, please fuck me now.” Andres commanded, pulling apart from the kiss and whispering breathing into the midfielder's ear who groaned out in wanting desire.
“Like I could ever say no to you.” Xavi said, and that was all it took, like a thief in the night Andres captured Xavi's final breath in a kiss, passion consuming them as they collapsed in one another's arms, pushing up against the wall and clinging to one another tightly, dry humping each other like they were teenagers.
Andres' fingers wrapped around the hard flesh of his lover, pumping him continuously as Xavi tried to steady his shaking legs, his fingers trailing all over the body in front of him, as though redrawing every inch of Andres, as though the midfielder were on a canvas.
“Just fuck me. I'm ready.” Andres breathed into Xavi's ear, the older man smirking crookedly as he licked his bottom lip, the steam from the hot water eneveloping them whole, wrapping them together and clouding them from reality. Xavi held at Andres' leg, lifting it beside them as he angled himself perfectly. He let their eyes lock, Andres biting his lip in anticipation.
They collectivley gasped out a moan as Xavi pushed into Iniesta, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as they focused on the buzzing feeling of fullness and heat. Eventually, Xavi began a rhythm, licking lustfully at Andres' neck, whose head was snapped back against the tiles of the shower wall, the water falling onto them and muffling his groans.
Xavi held Andres against the wall, one of his legs hooked over Xavi's arm as he continued to fuck his partner in crime, his other hand snapping up to press against Iniesta's mouth who groaned loudly with his moans quietened. Their bodies moving as one, Xavi rolling his hips up into the hot heat of his lover. Andres gripping the maestro’s waist, tightening his grip so that Xavi groaned at the intense grasp of the man's fingers around his wet waist. Andres felt Xavi brushing against the familiar point in his body that made him shudder with delight, and he locked their lips together instantly, Xavi smirking into the kiss as the feeling consumed them, wrapping them in their own private bubble, where they where the only two people alive...
~*~
David bounced on the cock that pulsated within him, dripping with pre-come, sliding in and out of him with continuous ease as he threaded his fingers through his own hair, as though trying to rip off the top of his head, as the pleasure inside him bubbled painfully.
Lionel tilted his head back, licking his upper lip and swiping the sweat that dripped down his face, the droplet catching on his tongue, causing David to groan louder still at the sight of it. In that moment, David was positive that Lionel was the most accurate visual representation of sex that could possibly be created. His hair sticking up, matted with sweat and mussed with the remembrance of Spanish fingers. Face flushed with the heat radiating off the two bodies, love bites marring his perfect neck which pulsed dramatically as his heart shuddered in his ribcage.
David let his fingers reach up to flutter at Leo's jaw, hoping to capture the look on his lover's face physically. The Argentine captured Villa's fingertips in his mouth and suckled on them greedily for a moment as David ran his fingers down his lover's chest, past a frantic heartbeat, past constricting abs, and down the thin trail of dark hair until he hissed at the feeling of his palm pressing against his own full balls.
“Shit David! Fuck your hand for me.” Lionel begged, lifting David's legs so that they were over his shoulders, so that he pummelled the Spaniard deeper, his tongue darting out against the his calf.
“Leo! Ugh, You know what I'm thinking of as you fuck me now?” David said heatedly, his hand wasting no time to start fisting around his throbbing length, the Argentine's eyes staring at David's hypnotising grip on the hard flesh.
“What?” Leo asked, licking his lips, his eyes focused on the pre-some that slicked up the hard length of his lover.
“You on the pitch.” David spoke, smirking crookedly as Lionel looked him in the eyes, thrusting harder as David matched the speed to meet his hand, as though it were a silent battle for dominance, silence only broken by their lust filled comments and their flesh smacking against one another.
“Ugh! What am I doing David?” Lionel asked, head thrown back, eyes shut, imagining the scent of the pitch, the roar of the crowd, the sweat on his brow. The feeling.
“You're outrunning defenders, you're running rings around Ronaldo, oh fuck Leo, you're eye-fucking me from the otherside of the pitch.” David's eyes are closed too, imagining the sight unfold before him as he bounced happily on the large erection filling him whole.
“Hell yeah I am! I'm imagining fucking you in front of all the millions of people watching us.” Lionel said, hands growing slick as they slid down David's toned body. The Spaniard simply growling at the feeling of hands on him. “I'm imagining taking your beautiful cock as far into my throat as it will allow, taking you deep and swallowing all you give me like I haven't ate in a week.” He continued, David groaning wildly, loud enough to shatter glass. It thrilled Lionel to hear him shout like that. Like he couldn't control himself, like Leo was the only one to unwind him like that. To make him lose himself in lust and passion.
“Oh fuck Leo, yeah that's it. Do it now Leo!” David begged, Lionel knowing exactly what the Spaniard wanted, he licked his top lip, angling his thrust to the left so he brushed against the most sensitive part of David's body, Villa groaning so loudly it nearly split through the walls, his hand tugging back on his dick as he spurted out his appreciation, coming all over his chest and gasping Leo's name in needy whispers.
Leo bent forwards fucking his lover with a quickened rhythm, his tongue running across the Spaniard's hot chest, lapping up the come like a kitten lapped up milk, he relished in the taste of the warm substance, groaning as the taste sent him over the edge, several hard and short thrusts into David, before he came hot and fast inside his team mate, fingers thread through his hair.
“Leo?” David's voice was finally found from his throat, the Spaniard gulping at air as he lay spent, totally fucked. Lionel shifted from him, the pair hissing momentarily as the younger man pulled out, rolling over on the bed so that his back was to Villa. David shut his eyes sighing audibly as he tried to calm his frantic heartbeat for a few moments. He sat up against the headboard, the naked man beside him looking immortal within the pale moonlight that filtered through the open balcony doors. David studied the curves of Leo's body, shadows scrawling over his skin, giving him the illusion of coldness as his skin tinged faint blue.
“It's getting late David. Let's just sleep, yeah?” Leo piped up, voice already sounding thick with sleep as David rolled his eyes letting his gaze fixate on the Argentine. He snorted humourlessly.
“I'm not going to let you fuck me ever again.” He hissed.
“You said that last time.” Lionel reminded him quietly, without even moving, causing David's skin to crawl with bitter resentment.
“Well I mean it this time.” He tried to ignore the slight snicker he heard.
“What's gotten into you?” Lionel asked, more like a boyfriend trying to get his girlfriend to snap out of her mood rather than actually caring. Patronizing bleeding through his tone.
“I'm not a fucking toy Messi, and I actually have feelings you know!” David snapped, Lionel rolling onto his back so that their gazes locked for a moment, David looking down into the depths of the orbs from the unreadable man beside him.
“David. I'm tired, ok?” He said, looking at David like he was a needy fucking case. That thought was enough to make Villa's brow snap together, anger already bubbling in his throat.
“No Leo! I'm fucking tired!” He shouted, sitting up as Lionel simply looked at him blankly. “I'm fucking tired.” He snapped again, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“And what do you want exactly David? For me to tell you all the cushy details of how I feel about you?” Lionel said snorting at the ridiculousness of it and laughing out louder still as David blushed.
“It wouldn't hurt.” He shrugged.
“Fuck off, you're acting like a teenage girl.” Lionel said shaking his head and rolling onto his side once more, but before he could get there, he felt a weight press down on his torso and he was staring startled into the eyes of David Villa as the Spaniard straddled him, pinning his wrists above his head and levelling their gazes seriously.
“Maybe I am.” David said heatedly, gripping Lionel tighter by the wrists, who just looked up at him with a steady gaze, vacancy behind his eyes. “But sometimes it's just nice to know what's going on inside that head of yours when we fuck.” He said, placing their foreheads together and feeling as familiar feeling of warmth run through him when he felt Lionel's cock spring to attention so that it bobbed up at his arse.
“You want to know what's usually going through my mind when we fuck?” Lionel asked snarling slightly as David sighed inclining his head as much as he could with their faces so close.
“When I'm going to get to screw your tight arse next.” Lionel said brow furrowed as he watched David bow his head, grip instantly slacking, and then, just like that he was rolling from him, lying on the far side of the bed back to him, sheet thrown over his body. Lionel lay still for a while, unsure why he found it impossible to move. He only got up and left when he heard David dozing restlessly from beside him.
*
Gerard yanked Puyol's hair back, the curls slipping through his fist, threading through his fingers and causing a gasp of pleasurable pain to be released from the Captain. Gerard drove his hips forwards, pummelling his Captain with little to no consideration for the older man, who was moaning loudly, a clear sign to the tall defender that he was hitting the right spot. Over and over again.
Carles gripped tighter at the bench before him, his knees sliding against the hard floor's surface with a delicious friction as his hard cock swayed back and forth as Gerard's pace continued from behind him. Pique groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sight of him, balls deep into the man whose Captain band slid down his muscled upper arm.
“Fuck, Captain! Tell me what to do to you!” Gerard cried loudly, the familiar purring in the pit of his stomach, warning him that he wasn't far off realising.
“Fuck me as hard as you can.” Carles cried, pushing back onto the hard cock inside him and choking out a loud growl as Pique did as instructed.
“Oh Jesus Puyi! You are so fucking tight!” He smirked blissfully, letting his fingers flutter up the sides of his captain, fingertips brushing along toned muscles, muscles that looked fake with their perfected beauty.
“Tighter than your Columbian princess I take it?” Puyi choked out and Gerard leant forwards licking a trail along the older man's jawline who purred in appreciation.
“Oh fuck, si.” Gerard whispered breathily, nibbling on the ear lobe of Puyol, who growled, throwing his hand back and threading it through the longer hair at the nape of Gerard's neck as they rocked together quicker and faster and harder.
“Jesus Geri, I'm going to fucking come.” Carles warned, dropping his head back on Gerard's shoulders, falling back on his haunches as Gerard let a hand slide down his captain's chest, flicking over a hard nipple, a sculpted six pack and then to touch his throbbing length. He smirked as he kissed Carles' pulse point as he pumped his hand, his captain choking out a groan.
“I want your come all over that floor, so I can lick it up like your fucking whore.” Gerard whispered licking Puyol's cheek and enjoying the deep grunt that came from somewhere in the depths of his throat.
“Oh Jesus! What would Cesc do if he could hear you talking like this to me?” Puyol said as he threw himself forwards, gripping the bench as Gerard pummelled him faster, harder, hand still on his cock.
“What Cescy doesn't know, doesn't hurt him!” Gerard moaned out his body shuddering, quaking and finally releasing with a final shout into his captain. The sound of his breathless cries seemed enough to bring Carles' over the edge and soon the captain felt himself being milked relentlessly and he slumped forwards tiredly, chest heaving.
“Jesus.” He whispered, as Gerard pulled himself from him, crawling on his knees to the bench. Carles sat on the bench, tilting his head back and sucking in the air around him, his heart beat finally slowing to it's normal pace as he droped his gaze back to Gerard, his spent cock twitching.
The tall defender was on his knees, purring like a kitten as his tongue lapped the come on the floor like the taste was going out of fashion, his perfect arse high in the air as he seemed to get up every drop.
Gerard looked up at Carles then, the back of the captain's fingers stroking against the stubble of the taller defender who smirked at him. They stayed silent for a few moments, basking in the sight of one another. Carles let out a humourless snort.
“Tell me how you like to fuck Cesc.” Carles said randomly, an air of command in his voice. Gerard furrowed his brow pulling away from Carles' hand and staring at him levelly.
“What?” Gerard asked laughing slightly as he pushed himself up so that he was seated beside Carles on the wooden bench.
“Tell me how you fuck Cesc.” He demanded again his voice softer, his eyes focused on Gerard's dazzling blue.
“How do you even know about me and Cesc?” Gerard said, head bowed as his voice took the tone of a man haunted, perhaps a man missing the person he would much rather be fucking. Carles eyed Gerard, looked at the way he stared at the floor, the usually happy jolly joker suddenly reflecting a broken man, as his fingers were suddenly the most fascinating thing in his world. Carles dropped a hand down on Gerard's back, the younger man looking at him with a forced crooked smirk. Carles snorted rubbing his back comfortingly.
“Hotel walls are thin, Geri.” He said and the defender stared at him wide eyed for a moment. “No don't worry, no one else knows, I just made it my buisness to know. It's been the three of us for a few years now. We're good friends. But I can tell that there's something more when you look at him. I can tell that when you are together, it's like he never left.” Carles stopped then, when he noticed Gerard swallow thickly, throat bobbing temptingly, as his eyes seemed to glisten with the memory of Cesc.
As though he was mourning him. Though Puyol knew, that every moment Cesc was away, Gerard felt like he may as well have been... “Who knows, maybe in the summer you won't need me to get your kicks any more.” He said, snorting despite the twinge of something he felt inside of him. Gerard remained silent for a while, looking as though he was contemplating the meaning of life, the meaning of his life. As though he was thinking of all the times he had thought of Cesc but went to Carles' house, fucking him in hoping Cesc's name would die on his tongue when he came. Hoping to forget about Fabregas' dark eyes. Hoping to rid himself of the sickening mental images of Cesc fucking Robin Van Persie, whilst thinking of Gerard...
“First I stretch him open,” Gerard said, head still bowed, eyes squeezed shut as he imagined Cesc and him, the younger Spaniard's face contorting into pleasurable pain as he pushed himself eagerly back onto Gerard's scissoring fingers. “Spitting on my fingers and pushing them deep into him.” He continued holding the bridge of his nose as exhaling deeply at the erection he felt himself trying to hold back.
“Yes Geri, fuck.” Carles said and Gerard opened his eyes then, looking at his captain and gasping as he had his legs spread wide, hand rubbing his once again hard cock. Gerard gulped, knowing too well that after Arsenal's victory earlier that day, Cesc would be fucking Van Persie. He licked his bottom lip, looking back at Carles.
“Then, I lick a trail from his chest down to the base of his cock.” He said, climbing from the bench and kneeling between Carles' thighs, the older man looking at him through hooded eyes dark with desire. Gerard flicked his tongue out against the hot skin over Puyols' hammering heart. Slowly advancing on the cock the captain held still in his grasp.
“Then what?” Carles asked as Gerard paused just before he was about to lick his sensitive length.
“Then I swallow him whole, Cesc threading his fingers through my hair-” Gerard stopped to grab Carles' hands, placing them at the back of his head, the captain instantly doing what Gerard had described. “twirling the strands delicately like I'm made of glass.” Gerard went on, moaning slightly as he shut his eyes Carles' hands turning into Cesc's in that moment as fingers toyed gently with dirty blonde strands, as though they were precious and could be broken.
“I can be Cesc.” Carles' voice was deep, bringing Gerard back to reality who looked at him, swallowing the lump in his throat slowly, biting his lip and shuffling closer to Puyol. Gerard let his eyes wonder to the only strip of material on the man before him, spread open and so willing. He let his fingers flutter across the Catalan stripes of the captains band, Carles' muscular arm straining the material. He looked back up at Carles, eyes so dark they could have belonged to Cesc.
“Okay.” He said licking his lips and placing his hands on the inside of Carles' thighs, pushing his legs wider if it were possible...
*
“Shh! You have to be quiet Bo!” Pep scalded in a giggling whisper, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Bojan snickered, one hand clamping over his mouth as he nodded obediently, Pep's eyes twinkling as he stared at the youngster. Josep pushed his shirt off his shoulders, Bojan 's hands hovering just above Pep's heartbeat. The older man feared he young boy would be able to hear it with the rate it was beating. Bojan, straddling his coach, licked his lips at the sight of the chest exposed in front of him. He swallowed his nervousness, letting his hands run across the smooth skin of Pep's torso, fingers rising to the soft hair of his chest. Bojan leaned forwards, licking a trail in between Pep's pecks and grinding his erection down onto the sensitive length of flesh belonging to Pep who groaned out, gripping the seats either side of him.
“Now, now Pep. You have to be quiet.” Bojan teased, sucking Pep's bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling at it softly. Pep sat forwards wrapping his arms around Bojan's body, his fingernails scrapping across the bare flesh of his young lover. Bojan crooned delightfully, head tilting back as he let his hands cup the back of Pep's freshly shaved head.
“If we were caught.” Pep began, ghosting kisses along the jutting collarbone of the perfectly sculptured man on his lap. “We could both lose our jobs, and be banned from ever stepping foot in here ever again.” He said, rolling his hips upwards, threading one hand into Bojan's hair who purred at the feeling of pleasure. Bojan was listening, or rather he hoped the words would process because if he were honest Pep's touches and kisses were sending his senses into a frenzy. He swallowed nodding his head as best as he could as Pep set a final kiss on the boy's chest before flipping them quickly. Bojan gasping out in shock until he settled onto the seat Pep was once in. He giggled delightfully, face buried in Pep's neck as the older man stood up, standing in front of the boy who spread his legs, eyes fixated on Pep's as he ran his hands over the slim man's waist.
Pep kept their gazes fixed as he slowly undid his belt, the zip sounding out loudly around them as he pushed the thin material off his legs followed instantly by his underwear. He stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. He sighed shakily. Fear overwhelming him as he stood naked, the night air biting at his flesh as he waited for Bojan to say something.
Bojan couldn't speak. He gulped and tried, but the words blossomed in his throat and died on his tongue.
“I'm not going to stand here naked forever you know...” Pep said bashfully, cheeks shimmering pink as he tried to cover up his skinny arms. Bojan shook his head, grabbing his coach's hands and holding them away from his body. Bojan was mesmerized. Watching as the moonlight played tricks along Pep's flesh, shadows stretching across his limbs, a light blue ethereal glow setting delightfully across his smooth looking flesh. Bojan bit his lip, eyes drifting to Pep's widequestioning eyes.
“I don't think I have ever seen anything so beautiful.” He said licking his bottom lip and staring intently at Pep. He smiled as the older man bowed his head.
“I'm old Bojan-” Bojan stood up in that moment, chest pressed against Pep's silencing the man who stared into the bright sparkling ice eyes of the youngster, who shook his head.
“You are perfect Pep.” Bojan said simply, letting their fingers interlink as he raised their arms either side of them, as though they were wings and they were prepared to fly away.
“Oh fuck Bojan.” Pep began resting his chin on Bojan's shoulder as they stood flush together, their fingers brushing against the other's as they twisted them in their grasps.
“I want you to make love to me right now Pep.” Bojan whispered, the older man pulling back, their gazes meeting, Bojan looked up at him sincerely, innocently. And Pep knew in that moment he couldn't deny him anything.
“O-okay.” Pep said slowly nodding through his insecurities. He stepped back gulping loudly as Bojan smiled shyly. Their gazes remained locked even as Bojan's hands made their way down his body, to his jeans, his thumb slipping beneath the button and popping it without effort. He pushed the heavy material from his legs, so that he stood in his underwear. The cool midnight air wrapping itself around him teasingly. His fingers slid inside the hem of his boxer shorts and with a short incline of Pep's head he pushed them to the ground too.
Pep groaned aloud at the sight of Bojan's naked body. He had watched his body transform, mould and build as his training got stricter and longer, and his youth faded into adulthood and there he stood, before Pep Guardiola, a man who was trying to remember the man he had been before Bojan Krkic. Even if he could have been called that. He had grown into a man himself, in more ways than one.
"Get comfortable then." Pep said quietly, nervously in fact as he pointed towards the floor. Bojan smiled at him inclining his head and dropping to his knees gracefully. Pep tried to focus on his sanity, and not the way the moonlight stretched across the plains of Bojan's back, making him look inhumane, perfect.
They had fucked. Had fucked many times in fact. But it had come to a point, neither knew the exact moment when, but sometime during Bojan's lack of faith for himself as a footballer, when Pep had been there. When Pep had been there, as more than a mentor, a boss, when he'd been there as a lover. He had been there to wipe Bojan's tears when he threw his fists out at the wall, shouting of how he would never be good enough. Pep had been there to cook Bojan chicken soup when he needed to rest his injured leg, leaving without a trace just before Blanca would turn up to see her wounded boyfriend. It was Pep who would hold him close, comforting him when the nights got effortlessly lonelier and the idea of leaving Barcelona plagued his thoughts.
Pep stepped closer to the boy kneeling on the floor, his back to him, visibly shaking. Pep smiled. He too was scared. What they were scared of he didn't know. Maybe it was the term, making love? They had never done that that was for sure. Pep gulped, kneeling down behind Bojan, the boy melting as he felt the front of his coach press against his back, his arms wrapping around him, fingers stroking down his strong chest. Bojan let his eyes fixate on the spidery fingers of his lover, smiling as he watched how they painted non-existent patterns across his flesh, along where he could see his heart visibly shuddering out a frantic beat.
Bojan couldn't distinctly remember when he and Pep had started their little 'relationship'. It was sometime during the 2009 season. Sometime during that season, the days got blurry and before he knew it they were fucking. Bojan slipping into Pep's office late on a Friday, hiding under his desk and covering up his laughing mouth as Pep stood trying to usher Leo Messi from the room who would be asking Pep if he was doing ok. Pep turning up to Bojan's house and making excuses with Mrs Krkic as to why he were there, Bojan biting his lip and smiling at him from the top of the staircase.
It was different now. He knew it. He could feel it. He hadn't slept with Pep in over 3 months despite seeing him out side of their professions nearly every opportunity they had... For some reason, it was almost as though they were doing other things together. Driving far out of town just to have a secret meal together, Pep calling Bojan and planning mysterious day trips when they both had a day off together.
Bojan clung to the innocent childlike thought of it perhaps meaning more to Pep than just sex, perhaps him meaning more?
He shook the idea from his head as Pep's voice came into hearing.
"Are you ready my love?" Pep asked, fingers fluttering at the nape of Bojan's neck, the youngster not even realizing that he was on his hands and knees, the cold concrete underneath him suddenly shockingly cold. He gulped, trying to place his nervousness as he nodded. Pep placed a kiss on Bojan's tail bone, the youngster's eyes flickering shut, and then slamming al together as he felt the familiar arousing burn of the older man pushing into him. He growled out a moan closing the distance between them with a hard push back, his coach moan echoing out around them as he was suddenly balls deep into the tight heat of his lover.
"Jesus!" Pep gasped moving gently in and out of Bojan who remained still for the first few beginning thrusts, his body to clogged with arousal to even consider moving. A soft breeze enveloped Krkic, the striker's head snapping back as he adjusted his movements so that he slammed into Pep just as the man pulled out. Their rhythm was hypnotising.
“Harder Pep.” Bojan growled out, bouncing up and down on Pep's cock, who held tightly at the boy's hips, so tight he was sure that small bruises would be left in the place. Bruises he could take a look at in training and ask Bojan in front of everyone how he got them, just so he could see the boy blush and then tell him that it isn't appropriate to say during training. To the guys, this would make them laugh, make them admire Bojan and call him the man, but to Pep, as he would watch the twinkle in Bo's eyes, he would know that in fact wasn't appropriate to speak of at all.
“Shit Bojan. Look at that!” Pep said, yanking Bojan off him using his hair. The boy cursed out loud at the stinging sensation on his head until he turned round and was holding tightly at the seat in front of him. He was breathless, panting as he took in the scene around him, eyes flickering lustfully over the thousands of seats, falling onto the green grass of the pitch, a haunting presence ghosting around the empty grounds, causing the cock hanging between his legs to twitch. He felt Pep's fingers fluttering up his back, stroking over his vertebrae as he waited for the feeling of euphoria to start again.
“Please Pep, fuck me.” Bojan crooned reading FC Barcelona that was spelled out with the hundreds of seats.
“Fuck you where?” Pep all but whispered, voice thick with lust.
“Please fuck me in the middle of the Nou Camp!” Bojan cried loudly, the end of his sentence being cut off as Pep slammed back into him, the boy on his hands and knees on the floor, their bodies pressed together as they fucked, Pep's knees scrapping against the cold concrete. Bojan let his elbow fall onto the folded up chair of his level, his other hand gripping onto the top of a seat on the level below as he tried to steady himself against the rush of extreme thrusts from his coach. It was different, it seemed so mindless, so raw, but Bojan could feel every flicker of Pep's fingers as though he was trying to work out how the boy was formed, hands stroking down his sweat covered back, tongue darting out to his flexing shoulders blades as he moved.
"Jesus Bo, I'm going to come." Pep warned, voice dark as his hand reached around to grasp at the hard hot flesh of Bojan who growled, his thrusts trying to push forwards as well as back, his head nearly splitting with the pleasure consuming him. Pep angled his thrust, Bojan's cries growing in volume as he felt a familiar roaring in his stomach, burning sweetly inside of him and before he knew it he was being milked dry, 3 words dying on his tongue before he could even say them, his coach collapsing on his back, the two heaving together breathless.
*
“Bojan, you don't fuck anyone else do you?” Pep asked, buttoning his shirt and sneaking a glance at Bojan who stopped halfway through doing up his laces. He sat up the two now fully-dressed, Bojan looking at Pep and licking his lips at the intensity in his coach's eyes.
“Blanca, sometimes.” He said with a shrug, returning his attention to his shoes as he tried to ignore the way Pep looked at him.
“Oh.” Came the short reply.
“But she is positive I want to dump her, because we barely do it.” Bojan said, finishing his laces and sitting back in his seat, staring up at the stars that glittered in the sky, disappearing all the more he looked at them.
“Why don't you fuck her?” Pep asked feeling his fingers twitch as he held at his knees, his eyes too, glued to the sky. Bojan was so near, so near that he could smell his delicious scent as the slow wind teased passed them.
“Because she's not you.” Bojan said with another simple shrug, eyes focused on the sky, refusing to meet Pep's gaze in that moment.
“Oh.” Came the short reply. Silence washed over them binding them in the empty stadium as the air enveloped them and the calming atmosphere breached any dark thought.
“Pep?”
“Yes Bojanito?” Pep didn't look, didn't ask for permission as he lifted his hand, letting his fingers stroke across Bojan's upturned palm. The boy shuddered beneath the endearing gesture.
“Do you still fuck your wife?” He asked, closing his fingers over Pep's, their eyes still focused above them.
“No, but I have a reason.” He spoke softly with a shrug.
“Which is?” Bojan wondered curiously.
“We're married.” He joked, sneaking a glance at a smirking Bojan who eventually cackled aloud, pouting in appreciation of the joke. “No but seriously. You are all I need Bojan.” He said squeezing tightly at the palm of the youngster who turned so their gazes met finally. Intense and sparkling.
“I'm not going to tell you I love you.” Bojan said shaking his head adamantly.
“Why not?” Pep asked half laughing.
“Because you already know.” Bojan said smirking as he slid his fingers in-between Pep's their hands moulding to one another perfectly.
“Yes Bojan, you're right.” Pep said, raising an arm and accepting the boy into his embrace as they stared up at the night sky together, the cold breeze nowhere near as offensive as it had been before Bojan held on to Pep.
“Don't worry, I know too.” Bojan said nodding as he looked up at Pep, watching how the man's eyes sparkled, how his stubble made him look just as attractive as though he was the same age as Bojan.
“I'm glad, cos I wasn't going to tell you that I love you either.” Pep laughed as Bojan did, the two quickly settling into a comfortable silence as they held each other close, looking at the stars as though it was a film unfolding before their eyes.