David Villa's Skinny Jeans (3/4)
Title: David Villa's skinny jeans.
Pairing: Lionel Messi/ David Villa.
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Language, drug abuse throughout, homophobia, violence and sexual scences.
Summary: !High school AU! Lionel Messi and David Villa are students who are set an art project together.
Words: 20,000~
Disclaimer: All of this is made up. Never happened. :) <3
~*~
“You've been avoiding me.” Lionel said, his foot jamming in the threshold of the storeroom at the back of the art class, David trying and failing to close the gap between them. Leo had to run to the back of the class upon finding David, as the older boy noticed and tried to shut the door as quickly as possible at the Argentine's arrival. David sighed looking into Leo's dark eyes and biting his lip at the intensity found there.
“No.” David said and Lionel had to laugh at the lack of enthusiasm in his words. David sighed, shoulders sagging, lip being drawn into his mouth as he nibbled it in deep thought. A few moments of silence passed, Lionel's steady breathing reminding him that he was there for a reason. They didn't have art for another hour, and after watching Villa enter the classroom a few days since their last interaction, he saw it as his final opportunity to sort out their awkwardness for the sake of his grades and therefore his mother's sanity at least... “Yes, I've been avoiding you.” David replied, running a hand through his hair and then bringing it down to slap at his thigh. Lionel shrugged.
“Why are you avoiding me? You sucked my fucking dick.” His voice was weaker then he first hoped it would be. That silence again, clinging to them, counting down the seconds around them as Leo awaited for what David would say next. He was wearing his Dad's cologne again, Leo tried not to take in a deep sniff of it.
David stepped back, opening the door completely and then gesturing his hand in the direction of the small space of the cupboard. Lionel gulped, looking over his shoulder and at the empty classroom. He knew they'd be able to hear someone coming in, and even so they had a perfect alibi for being in the cupboard together. They were working on the same project. They were just scouting for materials.
Perfect.
Leo sighed, nodding his head and making his way passed David, who awkwardly fumbled with shutting the door behind them. The light bulb that swung above their heads was dim, their shadows thick over the various paints, colours and papers that were stacked up on shelves and boxes on the floor around them. Lionel felt claustrophobic all at once as David turned to face him levelly. Leo had every reason to think that his sudden urge to get out the small room had nothing to do with the room's size...
His eyes fell away from David's, dropping to his side and he tilted his head, brow furrowed. Screwed up balls of paper sat in and around a waste-paper bin in the corner of the room, David's sketchbook on a pile of boxes, paints open and the water in a plastic cup a murky green colour beside it.
Leo wanted to ask David why he was doing his art work in the cupboard when the class was big and empty. Instead he cleared his throat, hauling his bag further onto his shoulder.
“No luck?” Lionel asked, bending down and picking up one of the scrunched up paper balls. He pulled the edges, watching as it began to open up but just as he saw a hint of colour David's hand came out of nowhere snatching it from his grasp and throwing it in the bin. Lionel's eyebrow rose, David got more and more odd every time he saw him.
“I'm kind of still looking for my muse.” David said shrugging, hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was obvious to Leo that David hadn't just come into the storeroom moments before Leo did, and he felt himself grow in curiosity at how long David had been in there, blazer hooked onto the side of the shelf, his tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, fingers covered in dry paint.
“Well when you find your muse give me a shout and then I can use it too.” Leo joked, his jaw jutting out, head nodding theatrically. David simply stared at him as though he was speaking another language.
“Leo can I do something... Can I do something else to you?” David asked, and Lionel instantly tensed. The memory of the last thing David asked for, coming forwards in his mind and once again he was remembering his whimpers as David's mouth kissed over painted skin and then to taking his erection deep into his throat. He swallowed loudly, watching as David took a step forwards, into the Argentine's proximity.
Leo thought it was best not to say anything at all, as though the silence around them was far too delicate, as though breaking it would shatter his whole universe.
It was probably capable of that much anyway.
David bit his bottom lip, fingers reaching out to Leo's school shirt, tugging at the knot until it fell to the floor. The long haired boy bristled, eyes wide as he stared at David's hands, watching as his little fingers popped each button open one by one. David swallowed the fear in his throat as he pushed Leo's shirt off his shoulders along with his bag and blazer as the Argentine slackened. Leo shuddered as the cold air wrapped around him, enveloping him whole, drowning him. He gulped, David's dark eyes penetrated him.
He felt vulnerable and rebellious all at once as he let his arms fall at his sides in the middle of a classroom cupboard at school, his classmate edging closer to him so they stood hip to hip. Lionel was embarrassed by how hard he already was. David let his fingers lift up to Leo's hairline, stroking a fallen strand behind his ear. David noticed how the ear stuck out comically with hair behind it. He didn't care. In that moment Leo was beautiful.
They just looked at each other for a moment, David's finger stroking down the side of Leo's cheek as the Argentine just stood still. He breathed out shakily.
Leo began unbuttoning David's shirt. He watched as the material fell open, revealing the soft expanse of tanned flesh of the Spaniard before him.
Leo thought he looked angelic.
He swallowed harshly, licking his dry lips, his throat constricting, his heart pounding thunderously as David seemed to move closer, if it were possible in the small space they occupied. And then there it was.
A soft, faint, barely there pressure against his lips, a searing heat building in the pit of his stomach, his hands rising without thought, and he clutched Villa's shoulders, deepening the kiss as David pushed his tongue forwards. It was so different to the kisses they shared in the bathroom, so much more tender, passionate, caring. It was everything the other kiss wasn't and it was enough to terrify Leo and spur him on. There was an invisible weight that lifted from his shoulders, it almost felt like a boundary, a wall, crumbling with each tilt of the boy's head, the foundations cracking with each heated breath from David's nose.
Lionel backed away momentarily, tucking his hair behind his ears and watching as David's eyes followed the tracks his fingers made, watching them until his eyes fluttered closed and Leo's hands were on either cheek. He held David's face in his hands, the Spaniard's cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss, his dark eyes falling onto Leo as Lionel took a step back into Villa's proximity.
“Let's stop playing these little games.” Leo whispered watching as David nodded, diving back in for a kiss, pushing the Argentine against the shelves and sucking the life from his parted lips.
Things fell from the shelf which rocked slightly as Villa let his hands find his fly, undoing it and pushing down his skinny jeans as far as he could without disconnecting his and Leo's lips. Lionel let his fingers grip at Villa's hair, forcing his mouth against his as their tongues battled inside their mouths. Villa pressed his hips forwards, Lionel hissing as their erections pressed together.
His tentative hand took hold of Villa, over his boxers, experimenting with the way it felt in his palm, how it felt. He pulled away from the kiss with a surprised pop.. Lionel looked at Villa through his eyelashes, his chest rising and falling as they shared a moment of silence.
David slowly began pushing down his own boxers, his erect cock free from it's restrictions. Leo looked at it. It was larger than he thought it would be. Maybe it was because Villa was a little on the weedy side, or maybe it was because Leo hadn't ever really looked down at Villa's crotch before...
“Is this what you wanted to do?” Leo asked, as David planted a delicate kiss on his collar bone. He nodded slowly and Leo thought it was predictable. “Do it then.”
They kissed again, bare chests pressed together, the pair dry humping one another for the friction they craved. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers threading through Villa's hair as their hips rocked together, erections pressing together desperately. It reminded him of that night in his bedroom. Lionel opened his eyes looking at David who had backed away, taking the pleasure with him as Leo simply watched him.
Villa spat on his hand, Leo raising an eyebrow as David began wanking, slicking up his column of flesh. Leo swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock at the sight of it, or David's skinny jeans clinging desperately to his shins as he came forwards.
David looked at Leo expectedly, their eyes meeting in the silent haze of what was going on. Lionel couldn't even blame his decision on weed, he hadn't had weed in two days and as he nodded his head, watching Villa's awkward movements. He had no fucking clue what he was doing.
They fumbled for a few moments, Leo trying to hold himself up sightly, gripping the shelves that rocked ominously as he bit his lip, the two shifting around until Leo had one leg hoisted up, the other on a box of books. He had no idea how this sort of sex worked. He had no idea how any form of sex did. It felt as though his whole life had clung to his virginity with the idea that if it was to happen it just would. And as he gulped slowly, he felt his whole teenage years thoughts crumble into fear.
“Ok.” Villa mumbled, pointing his hard shaft upwards as he neared Leo, closer and closer.
Leo felt his body tense as the tip of David pressed against him.
Villa's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt as though he was losing control of himself, his fingers gripping at the Argentine's thighs who held onto the shelves behind him, his head against the wood, his eyes squeezed shut as his breathing quickened, his knuckles turning white as Villa stilled, waiting for the hot flush of the Argentine's face to disperse.
“Go.” David didn't reply, he just pushed forwards until he was all in the way inside, Leo groaning out in pain as he threw a fist into Villa's back, clutching at his school shirt, his other hand running it's fingers down David's soft chest. Leo hoping to feel David's heart, hoping it was beating as quickly as his.
It was.
They stood like that for a while, Leo feeling a harsh burn flowing through his body as he bit at Villa's shoulder. He almost tried to block out the ghosting kisses David littered across his jawline as they remained frozen.
Once his breathing had steadied, Leo let go of David's school shirt, crumpled in his grasp as he gripped at the Spaniard's hand. Then with their fingers entwined, palms pressed together, they began to move with one another. Villa thrusting in slowly, reducing his pace every time he felt Lionel tense. Yet through the burn and the complete ache that he felt, Lionel thought it was a better feeling then being high. In fact, Leo was sure that fucking David, or rather having David fuck him was rather like being high. As in, when their chests were flush against one another, he felt his heart beating twice, ricocheting off of Villa's ribcage which flexed with each thrust.
Lionel titled his head back, groaning out as a rhythm was set between them, Villa's lips peppering his bobbing adam's apple, in slow kisses. His tongue drifting over Leo's throat who moaned deeply as he tried to push himself down further onto the throbbing cock inside of him, enjoying the bitter-sweet burn that came with stretching him open. It reminded him, weirdly of that first day he had met David. The two sitting on the boy's mattress, Lionel throwing his head back as he felt his nose fizzing, David laughing at the white powder that still dusted the Argentine's nostril...
Leo moaned, feeling the shelf behind him shaking violently, hitting off the wall, paints and pencils clattering to the floor around them. He let his one hand thread through the hair on David's head, feeling the gel of his slight spikes greasing his fingers, causing his grip on David's hand to tighten.
“Leo.” David groaned out, pushing his hips forwards relentlessly for a moment. Lionel yelled out, David's eyes widening through fear as Lionel reached to his side, grabbing onto the sturdy shelves of the wooden case beside him.
He shook his head insistently as David slowed.
“No David, do that again.” Lionel begged in a frustrated whisper. David nodded hesitantly, licking his lips and pushing forwards as he once did. He felt his smirk widen as the flush of the Argentine's neck spread upwards onto his face, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open.
David felt high.
They did that for a moment, nothing but their grunts and heavy breathing filling the air as Lionel let his hand touch at his aching length bobbing teasingly in between their bodies.
“Shit, I'm gonna come Leo.” David said, his thrusts quickening as sweat simmered on his brow. Leo allowed his pace to increase too, one of David's hands threading through his long hair, pushing their foreheads together, as they stared into one another's eyes.
“Fuck.” David panted out. Lionel widened his eyes as he felt David empty inside of him, the pair clinging to on another as a wave washed over them.
They stood there for a few moments, trying to capture their lost breath and it wasn't until David disentangled himself from him, that Leo even noticed hi own cum, on his hand and belly.
Lionel watched David pulling his underwear and trousers up, his back to him. He bit his lip at the small rip in the boy's school shirt.
If he was honest, he wasn't even sure if he had done that, or if it was that way already.
Just like his bag.
And skinny jeans.
Lionel dressed his lower half, the pair of them then doing up their shirts, running their fingers through their hair in silence. They had their backs to one another as they both found their thoughts surrounding what had just happened. A weight pressing down on them, lifted only inches from their shoulders and still Leo found the release as somewhat of a ironic relief.
“I'm going to work on my own art piece tonight. I can't come round.” David said suddenly, opening the cupboard door and picking his bag up onto his shoulder. Lionel watched as the boy left, his legs shaking a little as he went, his skinny legs showing the tremble up more so than if Villa was wearing slacks.
Leo was thankful for David's jeans in that moment.
~*~
Leo stared at his book cover. It was so different in comparison to everyone else's in his class. The binding fragile and frayed, the cover graffitied and ripped. He sighed, sketching around a figure he drew earlier in the year, when he was sure of himself. Back when he didn't feel like everyone in the school knew of his recent personal revelation.
Not that he had come to a fixed conclusion of himself, but he was very much aware that he had changed and it had been the Spaniard with the dark eyes to do it.
He shaded harder then, ignoring his teacher ramble on about Hitler's reign as he had his head bowed his brow furrowed as his internal thoughts angered him more and more.
He hated not being sure of himself. No longer just being the one who smoked and had no friends to worry about, the one who blended into the background. The one who wasn't part of a pair. Who was just himself, a loner, who didn't have a smirking Spaniard with him all the time. A Spaniard who didn't feel the same as him about life, who didn't have the same interests, who wasn't funny and comforting in all the ways a friend should be. He was just alone. By himself. Just Leo.
“Jesus!” It wasn't until Sara shrieked out next to him that Lionel even noticed that his pencil was in two.
~*~
The wind wasn't so bad as Lionel stood on the doorstep, trying to convince himself that he shouldn't have knocked on the door and that he still had time to leave.
Just as he was about to turn away, David was revealed behind the ajar door.
A nub of a cigarette hanging between his fingers as he clutched at a can of diet pepsi.
“Hey.” Lionel said abruptly. David watching him vacantly. The Argentine cleared his throat, sighing lengthily.
“Look. I-” His explanation died on his tongue as the more he tried to speak the more stupid and weak his reasoning for even being there became. “I. I'm just-”
David stepped back, opening the door completely, his eyes on the floor as Lionel watched him steadily. He swallowed the lump in his throat, tucking his hair behind his ears before accepting Villa's offer.
The door shut behind them quietly.
~*~
“You're me.” David said one hand in the air, his fingers fluttering in slow motion in a ray of the sunlight that shone in through the clumsily draw curtains. Leo didn't say anything he just let Villa continue as they lay, their bodies in different directions, their heads on each other's shoulder, cheeks touching. “Like, you... are me.” Villa continued a slight scoff in his words. Leo simply sparked up another spliff, taking a generous suck. The taste was odd, a mix of weed and cocaine, so Villa had said. Leo didn't particularly care. The buzz was awesome.
“You smoke and shit. You like art, you hate your parents and the world.” Villa continued, eyes wide as he felt like he wasn't able to see enough of what was in front of him.
“I don't hate the world.” Leo corrected, glower in place. David dismissed it.
“Yeah but- the world gives you enough reason to.” He said dropping his hand down onto his bare chest as Lionel stared up at the ceiling. He heard David's words, felt them plough into him, somewhat numbly and painfully all in one moment
“Yeah.” He said as more of a question than an answer as he shut his eyes, letting the feeling take over his fatigued body, the faint mumblings of Villa tuning out as he felt his eyes droop, his hazy mind slowing down into unconsciousness.
“I'm you.” David said “I am Leo.” Leo fell asleep.
~*~
Leo let his eyes fall shut as he clattered forwards on his seat. He really wasn't in the mood for anything that morning, and Alvaro Arbeloa's cackling wasn't helping him at all.
He had a headache.
“Oi, dickheads, knock it off!” Villa snapped, turning to face Albiol and Arbeloa whose eyebrows were raised in mock-surprise. Messi let his eyes roll.
That really was the last thing he needed...
“Knock what off? Am I making your little boyfriend cry?” Arebloa said, laughing with his friends, as Lionel sketched the swings outside the window, more angrily. David Villa bit his bottom lip, watching the boys and not saying a single word. “Because we've noticed, you two have spent an awful lot of time together. Poor Krkic, he's had to find himself another bum chum!” Albiol said nudging Arbeloa in the arm who cackled loudly.
“We're doing an art project, prick. what do you expect us to do?” Villa said, a grimace on his face as he felt his heart pounding angrily.
“So what are you two drawing for this project, other than each other's dicks?” Arebloa asked from beside Albiol, a predictable laughter coming from his friends and some others in the class, so Leo noticed.
“Oh me, I got a couple drawings of your mom's pussy from last night, if you fancy taking a look?” Villa said in false innocence, flicking through his sketchbook and offering to show Arebola. Leo ceased his drawing, staring at the chain of the swing he had drew as an uneasy silence bathed the classroom.
“One more word Villa and so help me God.” Arebola warned, voice low with seriousness, Villa simply cackling at the sudden turn of tables. Messi gripped tighter at his pencil.
“About what? The pencil I used for the drawings or how tight she was afterwards?” Villa asked. Leo shut his eyes, the world slowing coming to a stand still.
One swift movement and Arbeloa had dived over his desk and grabbed Villa by the front of the shirt, the pair falling to the ground. David's chair clattered, gathering people's attention from the front of the class, shrieks and jeers erupting at once.
Alvaro thrashed his head forwards, his forehead colliding with Villa's nose, whose head hit the floor at the strength of the ricochet. Alvaro dragged the pair upwards, gripping David by the throat.
It took Leo a second, one second and he jumped upwards, throwing his pencil to the floor and sending a full throttle kick into the back of Arbeloa's knee, so that he buckled forwards with a yelp, releasing Villa instantly. With the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, David leapt forwards to grab Arbeloa, his fist pummelling the Spaniard in his face as Ronaldo and Albiol turned to Leo.
The Argentine briefly heard a girl at the front of the class shout something to someone about getting the teacher back from another room, and he let out a snigger at how it was always in his moment of need that he would realise just how alone he truly was.
As Ronaldo thrashed his head forwards, colliding painfully with Leo's nose, the Argentine thought that laughing out loud was probably the wrong thing to do.
He fell to the floor, conjuring up as much strength as he could to thrash his leg out at Albiol, who buckled under the pain. Lionel curled onto his side as Ronaldo kicked him repeatedly. Lionel let his eyes flicker open as the onslaught ceased. He looked up, David on Ronaldo's back, yanking at his hair whilst getting hit in the stomach. To be fair to him, he had a pretty good way about him during a fight, unlike Leo who felt his whole body melt into pain as Arbeloa kicked him between his legs...
~*~
Messi hated the smell of the headteacher's office. It was thick like old library books and with a hint of cigar smoke. He sat on the uncomfortable wooden chairs opposite the receptionist.
She looked more uptight than usual. Hair scrapped back in a bun, her cheeks contoured excessively with a blusher far darker than required for her skin tone. Leo observed her with her pursed lips and turned up nose, and thought that he'd much prefer to fuck her than David Villa at that moment, who was sat beside him, lounging leisurely as he chewed wildly at his gum.
Leo was infuriated.
“Kinda funny that that prick Arbeloa is downstairs with the nurse, checking out her tight ass whilst were up here waiting to see the mister.” David said, a scoffed laugh falling out through the obvious venom in his words.
Leo said nothing. He wasn't exactly saying it was a conspiracy, just that it seemed almost choreographed when Albiol and Ronaldo sat down just as the teacher came in to see Messi and Villa throwing punches at a now suddenly vulnerable Alvaro.
Leo didn't know whether to laugh, cry or give up.
“What's up with you? Ronaldo squeeze your balls too tightly or something?” Once again his words were like fingernails on a chalkboard, Lionel biting back his anger as he chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.
“I just find it funny, to prove you weren't a fag you had to go ahead and act like one.” Messi snapped, sighing in agitation as Villa gave him a glowering look.
Lionel rolled his eyes at that.
“I'm sorry?” David said rather defensively.
“You heard me, you don't have the faintest idea do you?” Leo began twisting to face David, letting a strand of hair fall onto his cheek as he laughed indignantly at the vacancy of David's face. “What did you think would happen? With you mothering me like I'm a child!” Villa simply stared at him, slightly slack-jawed. If Leo was honest, he hadn't even got started.
“So me having your back has pissed you off?” Villa asked, face contorting to express his rage.
“Yeah.” Leo snapped stubbornly.
“Oh yeah, cos you were so much better off without me.” David said dramatically, sitting back and staring deviantly away from Lionel who scowled at his immaturity.
“I dealt with them before we spoke and I'll deal with them once we stop!” Messi snapped loudly, the receptionist throwing them a cautious look as he sat back, releasing a long sigh, eyes closed.
Silence washed over them for a few moments, the chatter from the corridor merely mumbles as students continued to their next lessons.
“Oh, so you think we're just gonna forget about each other after this?” David said quietly, his finger motioning from himself and then Lionel who scoffed at the gesture.
“It's a fucking art project David, I doubt I'm gonna be reminiscing about it when I'm 40 years old and fucking a blonde girl half my age in an office somewhere.” Lionel mused equally as quiet. For some reason.
“Just an art project?” David repeated in a question. Lionel tried to ignore the hint of defeat in his tone.
“Why, what do you think this is?” Leo barked out laughter, looking Villa in the eye who blushed tremendously.
Lionel felt something that resembled guilt fill him up for a moment before he swallowed it down, looking away.
“I think it's much less than that.” David snapped, rising to his feet. “This means fuck all to me!” He said somewhat threateningly, kicking his chair, causing the receptionist to shriek as he stormed passed Lionel, leaving the room as the Argentine stared at the floor, that bizarre feeling creeping up again and swallowing him entirely.
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A/N: So I know I said that it was the last part now, but the post was too large so I had to split it up into two separate parts. Oh man D: haha Hope you enjoyed reading it so far :) Feedback is always welcome :) I'll post the 4th part soon. <3 x
Pairing: Lionel Messi/ David Villa.
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Language, drug abuse throughout, homophobia, violence and sexual scences.
Summary: !High school AU! Lionel Messi and David Villa are students who are set an art project together.
Words: 20,000~
Disclaimer: All of this is made up. Never happened. :) <3
~*~
“You've been avoiding me.” Lionel said, his foot jamming in the threshold of the storeroom at the back of the art class, David trying and failing to close the gap between them. Leo had to run to the back of the class upon finding David, as the older boy noticed and tried to shut the door as quickly as possible at the Argentine's arrival. David sighed looking into Leo's dark eyes and biting his lip at the intensity found there.
“No.” David said and Lionel had to laugh at the lack of enthusiasm in his words. David sighed, shoulders sagging, lip being drawn into his mouth as he nibbled it in deep thought. A few moments of silence passed, Lionel's steady breathing reminding him that he was there for a reason. They didn't have art for another hour, and after watching Villa enter the classroom a few days since their last interaction, he saw it as his final opportunity to sort out their awkwardness for the sake of his grades and therefore his mother's sanity at least... “Yes, I've been avoiding you.” David replied, running a hand through his hair and then bringing it down to slap at his thigh. Lionel shrugged.
“Why are you avoiding me? You sucked my fucking dick.” His voice was weaker then he first hoped it would be. That silence again, clinging to them, counting down the seconds around them as Leo awaited for what David would say next. He was wearing his Dad's cologne again, Leo tried not to take in a deep sniff of it.
David stepped back, opening the door completely and then gesturing his hand in the direction of the small space of the cupboard. Lionel gulped, looking over his shoulder and at the empty classroom. He knew they'd be able to hear someone coming in, and even so they had a perfect alibi for being in the cupboard together. They were working on the same project. They were just scouting for materials.
Perfect.
Leo sighed, nodding his head and making his way passed David, who awkwardly fumbled with shutting the door behind them. The light bulb that swung above their heads was dim, their shadows thick over the various paints, colours and papers that were stacked up on shelves and boxes on the floor around them. Lionel felt claustrophobic all at once as David turned to face him levelly. Leo had every reason to think that his sudden urge to get out the small room had nothing to do with the room's size...
His eyes fell away from David's, dropping to his side and he tilted his head, brow furrowed. Screwed up balls of paper sat in and around a waste-paper bin in the corner of the room, David's sketchbook on a pile of boxes, paints open and the water in a plastic cup a murky green colour beside it.
Leo wanted to ask David why he was doing his art work in the cupboard when the class was big and empty. Instead he cleared his throat, hauling his bag further onto his shoulder.
“No luck?” Lionel asked, bending down and picking up one of the scrunched up paper balls. He pulled the edges, watching as it began to open up but just as he saw a hint of colour David's hand came out of nowhere snatching it from his grasp and throwing it in the bin. Lionel's eyebrow rose, David got more and more odd every time he saw him.
“I'm kind of still looking for my muse.” David said shrugging, hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was obvious to Leo that David hadn't just come into the storeroom moments before Leo did, and he felt himself grow in curiosity at how long David had been in there, blazer hooked onto the side of the shelf, his tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, fingers covered in dry paint.
“Well when you find your muse give me a shout and then I can use it too.” Leo joked, his jaw jutting out, head nodding theatrically. David simply stared at him as though he was speaking another language.
“Leo can I do something... Can I do something else to you?” David asked, and Lionel instantly tensed. The memory of the last thing David asked for, coming forwards in his mind and once again he was remembering his whimpers as David's mouth kissed over painted skin and then to taking his erection deep into his throat. He swallowed loudly, watching as David took a step forwards, into the Argentine's proximity.
Leo thought it was best not to say anything at all, as though the silence around them was far too delicate, as though breaking it would shatter his whole universe.
It was probably capable of that much anyway.
David bit his bottom lip, fingers reaching out to Leo's school shirt, tugging at the knot until it fell to the floor. The long haired boy bristled, eyes wide as he stared at David's hands, watching as his little fingers popped each button open one by one. David swallowed the fear in his throat as he pushed Leo's shirt off his shoulders along with his bag and blazer as the Argentine slackened. Leo shuddered as the cold air wrapped around him, enveloping him whole, drowning him. He gulped, David's dark eyes penetrated him.
He felt vulnerable and rebellious all at once as he let his arms fall at his sides in the middle of a classroom cupboard at school, his classmate edging closer to him so they stood hip to hip. Lionel was embarrassed by how hard he already was. David let his fingers lift up to Leo's hairline, stroking a fallen strand behind his ear. David noticed how the ear stuck out comically with hair behind it. He didn't care. In that moment Leo was beautiful.
They just looked at each other for a moment, David's finger stroking down the side of Leo's cheek as the Argentine just stood still. He breathed out shakily.
Leo began unbuttoning David's shirt. He watched as the material fell open, revealing the soft expanse of tanned flesh of the Spaniard before him.
Leo thought he looked angelic.
He swallowed harshly, licking his dry lips, his throat constricting, his heart pounding thunderously as David seemed to move closer, if it were possible in the small space they occupied. And then there it was.
A soft, faint, barely there pressure against his lips, a searing heat building in the pit of his stomach, his hands rising without thought, and he clutched Villa's shoulders, deepening the kiss as David pushed his tongue forwards. It was so different to the kisses they shared in the bathroom, so much more tender, passionate, caring. It was everything the other kiss wasn't and it was enough to terrify Leo and spur him on. There was an invisible weight that lifted from his shoulders, it almost felt like a boundary, a wall, crumbling with each tilt of the boy's head, the foundations cracking with each heated breath from David's nose.
Lionel backed away momentarily, tucking his hair behind his ears and watching as David's eyes followed the tracks his fingers made, watching them until his eyes fluttered closed and Leo's hands were on either cheek. He held David's face in his hands, the Spaniard's cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss, his dark eyes falling onto Leo as Lionel took a step back into Villa's proximity.
“Let's stop playing these little games.” Leo whispered watching as David nodded, diving back in for a kiss, pushing the Argentine against the shelves and sucking the life from his parted lips.
Things fell from the shelf which rocked slightly as Villa let his hands find his fly, undoing it and pushing down his skinny jeans as far as he could without disconnecting his and Leo's lips. Lionel let his fingers grip at Villa's hair, forcing his mouth against his as their tongues battled inside their mouths. Villa pressed his hips forwards, Lionel hissing as their erections pressed together.
His tentative hand took hold of Villa, over his boxers, experimenting with the way it felt in his palm, how it felt. He pulled away from the kiss with a surprised pop.. Lionel looked at Villa through his eyelashes, his chest rising and falling as they shared a moment of silence.
David slowly began pushing down his own boxers, his erect cock free from it's restrictions. Leo looked at it. It was larger than he thought it would be. Maybe it was because Villa was a little on the weedy side, or maybe it was because Leo hadn't ever really looked down at Villa's crotch before...
“Is this what you wanted to do?” Leo asked, as David planted a delicate kiss on his collar bone. He nodded slowly and Leo thought it was predictable. “Do it then.”
They kissed again, bare chests pressed together, the pair dry humping one another for the friction they craved. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers threading through Villa's hair as their hips rocked together, erections pressing together desperately. It reminded him of that night in his bedroom. Lionel opened his eyes looking at David who had backed away, taking the pleasure with him as Leo simply watched him.
Villa spat on his hand, Leo raising an eyebrow as David began wanking, slicking up his column of flesh. Leo swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock at the sight of it, or David's skinny jeans clinging desperately to his shins as he came forwards.
David looked at Leo expectedly, their eyes meeting in the silent haze of what was going on. Lionel couldn't even blame his decision on weed, he hadn't had weed in two days and as he nodded his head, watching Villa's awkward movements. He had no fucking clue what he was doing.
They fumbled for a few moments, Leo trying to hold himself up sightly, gripping the shelves that rocked ominously as he bit his lip, the two shifting around until Leo had one leg hoisted up, the other on a box of books. He had no idea how this sort of sex worked. He had no idea how any form of sex did. It felt as though his whole life had clung to his virginity with the idea that if it was to happen it just would. And as he gulped slowly, he felt his whole teenage years thoughts crumble into fear.
“Ok.” Villa mumbled, pointing his hard shaft upwards as he neared Leo, closer and closer.
Leo felt his body tense as the tip of David pressed against him.
Villa's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt as though he was losing control of himself, his fingers gripping at the Argentine's thighs who held onto the shelves behind him, his head against the wood, his eyes squeezed shut as his breathing quickened, his knuckles turning white as Villa stilled, waiting for the hot flush of the Argentine's face to disperse.
“Go.” David didn't reply, he just pushed forwards until he was all in the way inside, Leo groaning out in pain as he threw a fist into Villa's back, clutching at his school shirt, his other hand running it's fingers down David's soft chest. Leo hoping to feel David's heart, hoping it was beating as quickly as his.
It was.
They stood like that for a while, Leo feeling a harsh burn flowing through his body as he bit at Villa's shoulder. He almost tried to block out the ghosting kisses David littered across his jawline as they remained frozen.
Once his breathing had steadied, Leo let go of David's school shirt, crumpled in his grasp as he gripped at the Spaniard's hand. Then with their fingers entwined, palms pressed together, they began to move with one another. Villa thrusting in slowly, reducing his pace every time he felt Lionel tense. Yet through the burn and the complete ache that he felt, Lionel thought it was a better feeling then being high. In fact, Leo was sure that fucking David, or rather having David fuck him was rather like being high. As in, when their chests were flush against one another, he felt his heart beating twice, ricocheting off of Villa's ribcage which flexed with each thrust.
Lionel titled his head back, groaning out as a rhythm was set between them, Villa's lips peppering his bobbing adam's apple, in slow kisses. His tongue drifting over Leo's throat who moaned deeply as he tried to push himself down further onto the throbbing cock inside of him, enjoying the bitter-sweet burn that came with stretching him open. It reminded him, weirdly of that first day he had met David. The two sitting on the boy's mattress, Lionel throwing his head back as he felt his nose fizzing, David laughing at the white powder that still dusted the Argentine's nostril...
Leo moaned, feeling the shelf behind him shaking violently, hitting off the wall, paints and pencils clattering to the floor around them. He let his one hand thread through the hair on David's head, feeling the gel of his slight spikes greasing his fingers, causing his grip on David's hand to tighten.
“Leo.” David groaned out, pushing his hips forwards relentlessly for a moment. Lionel yelled out, David's eyes widening through fear as Lionel reached to his side, grabbing onto the sturdy shelves of the wooden case beside him.
He shook his head insistently as David slowed.
“No David, do that again.” Lionel begged in a frustrated whisper. David nodded hesitantly, licking his lips and pushing forwards as he once did. He felt his smirk widen as the flush of the Argentine's neck spread upwards onto his face, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open.
David felt high.
They did that for a moment, nothing but their grunts and heavy breathing filling the air as Lionel let his hand touch at his aching length bobbing teasingly in between their bodies.
“Shit, I'm gonna come Leo.” David said, his thrusts quickening as sweat simmered on his brow. Leo allowed his pace to increase too, one of David's hands threading through his long hair, pushing their foreheads together, as they stared into one another's eyes.
“Fuck.” David panted out. Lionel widened his eyes as he felt David empty inside of him, the pair clinging to on another as a wave washed over them.
They stood there for a few moments, trying to capture their lost breath and it wasn't until David disentangled himself from him, that Leo even noticed hi own cum, on his hand and belly.
Lionel watched David pulling his underwear and trousers up, his back to him. He bit his lip at the small rip in the boy's school shirt.
If he was honest, he wasn't even sure if he had done that, or if it was that way already.
Just like his bag.
And skinny jeans.
Lionel dressed his lower half, the pair of them then doing up their shirts, running their fingers through their hair in silence. They had their backs to one another as they both found their thoughts surrounding what had just happened. A weight pressing down on them, lifted only inches from their shoulders and still Leo found the release as somewhat of a ironic relief.
“I'm going to work on my own art piece tonight. I can't come round.” David said suddenly, opening the cupboard door and picking his bag up onto his shoulder. Lionel watched as the boy left, his legs shaking a little as he went, his skinny legs showing the tremble up more so than if Villa was wearing slacks.
Leo was thankful for David's jeans in that moment.
~*~
Leo stared at his book cover. It was so different in comparison to everyone else's in his class. The binding fragile and frayed, the cover graffitied and ripped. He sighed, sketching around a figure he drew earlier in the year, when he was sure of himself. Back when he didn't feel like everyone in the school knew of his recent personal revelation.
Not that he had come to a fixed conclusion of himself, but he was very much aware that he had changed and it had been the Spaniard with the dark eyes to do it.
He shaded harder then, ignoring his teacher ramble on about Hitler's reign as he had his head bowed his brow furrowed as his internal thoughts angered him more and more.
He hated not being sure of himself. No longer just being the one who smoked and had no friends to worry about, the one who blended into the background. The one who wasn't part of a pair. Who was just himself, a loner, who didn't have a smirking Spaniard with him all the time. A Spaniard who didn't feel the same as him about life, who didn't have the same interests, who wasn't funny and comforting in all the ways a friend should be. He was just alone. By himself. Just Leo.
“Jesus!” It wasn't until Sara shrieked out next to him that Lionel even noticed that his pencil was in two.
~*~
The wind wasn't so bad as Lionel stood on the doorstep, trying to convince himself that he shouldn't have knocked on the door and that he still had time to leave.
Just as he was about to turn away, David was revealed behind the ajar door.
A nub of a cigarette hanging between his fingers as he clutched at a can of diet pepsi.
“Hey.” Lionel said abruptly. David watching him vacantly. The Argentine cleared his throat, sighing lengthily.
“Look. I-” His explanation died on his tongue as the more he tried to speak the more stupid and weak his reasoning for even being there became. “I. I'm just-”
David stepped back, opening the door completely, his eyes on the floor as Lionel watched him steadily. He swallowed the lump in his throat, tucking his hair behind his ears before accepting Villa's offer.
The door shut behind them quietly.
~*~
“You're me.” David said one hand in the air, his fingers fluttering in slow motion in a ray of the sunlight that shone in through the clumsily draw curtains. Leo didn't say anything he just let Villa continue as they lay, their bodies in different directions, their heads on each other's shoulder, cheeks touching. “Like, you... are me.” Villa continued a slight scoff in his words. Leo simply sparked up another spliff, taking a generous suck. The taste was odd, a mix of weed and cocaine, so Villa had said. Leo didn't particularly care. The buzz was awesome.
“You smoke and shit. You like art, you hate your parents and the world.” Villa continued, eyes wide as he felt like he wasn't able to see enough of what was in front of him.
“I don't hate the world.” Leo corrected, glower in place. David dismissed it.
“Yeah but- the world gives you enough reason to.” He said dropping his hand down onto his bare chest as Lionel stared up at the ceiling. He heard David's words, felt them plough into him, somewhat numbly and painfully all in one moment
“Yeah.” He said as more of a question than an answer as he shut his eyes, letting the feeling take over his fatigued body, the faint mumblings of Villa tuning out as he felt his eyes droop, his hazy mind slowing down into unconsciousness.
“I'm you.” David said “I am Leo.” Leo fell asleep.
~*~
Leo let his eyes fall shut as he clattered forwards on his seat. He really wasn't in the mood for anything that morning, and Alvaro Arbeloa's cackling wasn't helping him at all.
He had a headache.
“Oi, dickheads, knock it off!” Villa snapped, turning to face Albiol and Arbeloa whose eyebrows were raised in mock-surprise. Messi let his eyes roll.
That really was the last thing he needed...
“Knock what off? Am I making your little boyfriend cry?” Arebloa said, laughing with his friends, as Lionel sketched the swings outside the window, more angrily. David Villa bit his bottom lip, watching the boys and not saying a single word. “Because we've noticed, you two have spent an awful lot of time together. Poor Krkic, he's had to find himself another bum chum!” Albiol said nudging Arbeloa in the arm who cackled loudly.
“We're doing an art project, prick. what do you expect us to do?” Villa said, a grimace on his face as he felt his heart pounding angrily.
“So what are you two drawing for this project, other than each other's dicks?” Arebloa asked from beside Albiol, a predictable laughter coming from his friends and some others in the class, so Leo noticed.
“Oh me, I got a couple drawings of your mom's pussy from last night, if you fancy taking a look?” Villa said in false innocence, flicking through his sketchbook and offering to show Arebola. Leo ceased his drawing, staring at the chain of the swing he had drew as an uneasy silence bathed the classroom.
“One more word Villa and so help me God.” Arebola warned, voice low with seriousness, Villa simply cackling at the sudden turn of tables. Messi gripped tighter at his pencil.
“About what? The pencil I used for the drawings or how tight she was afterwards?” Villa asked. Leo shut his eyes, the world slowing coming to a stand still.
One swift movement and Arbeloa had dived over his desk and grabbed Villa by the front of the shirt, the pair falling to the ground. David's chair clattered, gathering people's attention from the front of the class, shrieks and jeers erupting at once.
Alvaro thrashed his head forwards, his forehead colliding with Villa's nose, whose head hit the floor at the strength of the ricochet. Alvaro dragged the pair upwards, gripping David by the throat.
It took Leo a second, one second and he jumped upwards, throwing his pencil to the floor and sending a full throttle kick into the back of Arbeloa's knee, so that he buckled forwards with a yelp, releasing Villa instantly. With the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, David leapt forwards to grab Arbeloa, his fist pummelling the Spaniard in his face as Ronaldo and Albiol turned to Leo.
The Argentine briefly heard a girl at the front of the class shout something to someone about getting the teacher back from another room, and he let out a snigger at how it was always in his moment of need that he would realise just how alone he truly was.
As Ronaldo thrashed his head forwards, colliding painfully with Leo's nose, the Argentine thought that laughing out loud was probably the wrong thing to do.
He fell to the floor, conjuring up as much strength as he could to thrash his leg out at Albiol, who buckled under the pain. Lionel curled onto his side as Ronaldo kicked him repeatedly. Lionel let his eyes flicker open as the onslaught ceased. He looked up, David on Ronaldo's back, yanking at his hair whilst getting hit in the stomach. To be fair to him, he had a pretty good way about him during a fight, unlike Leo who felt his whole body melt into pain as Arbeloa kicked him between his legs...
~*~
Messi hated the smell of the headteacher's office. It was thick like old library books and with a hint of cigar smoke. He sat on the uncomfortable wooden chairs opposite the receptionist.
She looked more uptight than usual. Hair scrapped back in a bun, her cheeks contoured excessively with a blusher far darker than required for her skin tone. Leo observed her with her pursed lips and turned up nose, and thought that he'd much prefer to fuck her than David Villa at that moment, who was sat beside him, lounging leisurely as he chewed wildly at his gum.
Leo was infuriated.
“Kinda funny that that prick Arbeloa is downstairs with the nurse, checking out her tight ass whilst were up here waiting to see the mister.” David said, a scoffed laugh falling out through the obvious venom in his words.
Leo said nothing. He wasn't exactly saying it was a conspiracy, just that it seemed almost choreographed when Albiol and Ronaldo sat down just as the teacher came in to see Messi and Villa throwing punches at a now suddenly vulnerable Alvaro.
Leo didn't know whether to laugh, cry or give up.
“What's up with you? Ronaldo squeeze your balls too tightly or something?” Once again his words were like fingernails on a chalkboard, Lionel biting back his anger as he chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.
“I just find it funny, to prove you weren't a fag you had to go ahead and act like one.” Messi snapped, sighing in agitation as Villa gave him a glowering look.
Lionel rolled his eyes at that.
“I'm sorry?” David said rather defensively.
“You heard me, you don't have the faintest idea do you?” Leo began twisting to face David, letting a strand of hair fall onto his cheek as he laughed indignantly at the vacancy of David's face. “What did you think would happen? With you mothering me like I'm a child!” Villa simply stared at him, slightly slack-jawed. If Leo was honest, he hadn't even got started.
“So me having your back has pissed you off?” Villa asked, face contorting to express his rage.
“Yeah.” Leo snapped stubbornly.
“Oh yeah, cos you were so much better off without me.” David said dramatically, sitting back and staring deviantly away from Lionel who scowled at his immaturity.
“I dealt with them before we spoke and I'll deal with them once we stop!” Messi snapped loudly, the receptionist throwing them a cautious look as he sat back, releasing a long sigh, eyes closed.
Silence washed over them for a few moments, the chatter from the corridor merely mumbles as students continued to their next lessons.
“Oh, so you think we're just gonna forget about each other after this?” David said quietly, his finger motioning from himself and then Lionel who scoffed at the gesture.
“It's a fucking art project David, I doubt I'm gonna be reminiscing about it when I'm 40 years old and fucking a blonde girl half my age in an office somewhere.” Lionel mused equally as quiet. For some reason.
“Just an art project?” David repeated in a question. Lionel tried to ignore the hint of defeat in his tone.
“Why, what do you think this is?” Leo barked out laughter, looking Villa in the eye who blushed tremendously.
Lionel felt something that resembled guilt fill him up for a moment before he swallowed it down, looking away.
“I think it's much less than that.” David snapped, rising to his feet. “This means fuck all to me!” He said somewhat threateningly, kicking his chair, causing the receptionist to shriek as he stormed passed Lionel, leaving the room as the Argentine stared at the floor, that bizarre feeling creeping up again and swallowing him entirely.
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A/N: So I know I said that it was the last part now, but the post was too large so I had to split it up into two separate parts. Oh man D: haha Hope you enjoyed reading it so far :) Feedback is always welcome :) I'll post the 4th part soon. <3 x