David Villa's Skinny Jeans (4/4)
Title: David Villa's skinny jeans.
Pairing: Lionel Messi/ David Villa.
Rating: NC-17/R
Warnings: Language, drug abuse throughout, homophobia, 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
Lionel walked home, his eyes following the stick he had picked up along the way, enjoying the clang it made as he dragged it against the metal fence at his side. It came as no surprise when David Villa was suspended for 3 days for walking out.
He hated how he got a mini holiday for being a dick, whilst Lionel had to sit there and be told that his mother had been informed of his fight and that his teacher's were thoroughly disappointed in his actions. Though if Lionel was honest, all he could think about was David. And the look on his face when he left.
That and how his swollen eye was throbbing insistently. He hated the remains of a fight. He hated the way when he left the office, his tail between his legs and the first people he saw were Ronaldo and that Iker Casillas kid, both of them pointing and laughing, as Cristiano remained seemingly unharmed.
Leo laughed at the predictability.
David had a split lip.
Lionel grunted angrily, throwing the stick over the fence of the park as he pushed his hands in his pockets. Wondering how of all the things to think of in the world, his thoughts seemed to surround David fucking Villa.
~*~
He continued to walk even as his legs told him to be still, the haze of the hallway muffled as he noticed him. A brief flurry of panic surged through him as he didn't even know what to say.
Lionel just watched the dark eyed boy coming down the corridor, their eyes seeming to meet at the exact same moment as they glowered at one another as they passed. Leo swallowed the lump in his throat awaiting the wave of cheap cologne to overwhelm him as they'd pass.
Suddenly David's hand gripped onto Leo's arm, dragging him to one side of the hallway, the Argentine tucking his hair behind his ear, his eyes wide as his heart pounded at the boy he hadn't seen since his suspension the three days previously.
David took a deep breath, Leo standing close to him, staring up into his eyes like he was penetrating his soul, like he was capable too anyway.
“I have some science work to catch up on after school. I'll meet you after at yours.” Lionel said lowly, walking away from the Spaniard without another word being spoken between them.
He didn't have to say anything else.
~*~
David tasted of coffee and cigarettes. A taste that should have been completely unpleasant for Lionel in every way. Instead he melted into the kiss, kicking David's front door shut with his foot, as David's lips bruised his own.
As predicted after their encounter in the hallway earlier that day, Lionel had decided it best to skip science revision all together. Instead he arrived at David's front door whilst the Spaniard had just unlocked it.
Their gaze fixed on one another, Leo scuffing his shoe against the small Gnome that sat beside the plant pot near the door, an apology thick on his tongue.
“My step-dad's not home.” Villa interrupted his chain of thought, pushing open his front door as he remained frozen, shoulder to shoulder with the long-haired boy.
They remained silent for a few moments, perhaps mulling over the fight, maybe trying their damnedest to scoot around an apology. Whatever it was, it took just seconds.
Then it happened, the boys jumping together at the same moment, a pair of arms encircling a slim waist as two hands held strong at stubble coated cheeks. The door slammed shut, the pair not considering breaking their contact as they made the awkward fumble up the stairs, blindly finding Villa's room.
The door swung, hitting off Villa's wall with a thunderous bang. It didn't distract them. Instead Lionel just took to ripping David's blazer off, busying himself with tearing their ties off. Their tongues fought for dominance as collective groans fell into the other's mouth, blending in the backs of their throats and reverberating around the palpable passion in the room.
Lionel pulled David onto the bed once their clothes were discarded, leaving them in their underwear as their lips met once more and Lionel rolled his hips up into the thigh of the other boy. David broke the kiss, head tilting back, releasing a loud moan, fingernails scratching down his back, as he bit his lip. Lionel felt electric, like a surge of energy was passing through him, magnetizing the pair together, their erections creating an unbearable friction between them.
“Christ, we should argue more often.” David breathed out, breathless as they worked their bodies into a frenzy, a sheen of sweat ghosting over Spanish skin. Leo laughed against Villa's shoulder, hips still rolling against each other, his teeth grazing the jutting bones. He had to admit, there was always a certain hatred behind their angry fucks, an unleashed hostility in the form of passion. The pair speaking words they couldn't out loud. Lionel licked his lips, groaning louder as Villa twisted his hair in his hands, yanking his head up to his. David stared into his eyes and Lionel nearly came in his pants.
He had seen lust clouding those dark orbs before, but the magnitude of David's pupils and the throbbing vein on his neck made the erection in his underwear undeniably harder and he just had to kiss him. Kiss the life out of him until teenage hands fumbled with underwear, fingers gripping around heated skin and pumping with a pressure capable of making them insane.
“Fuck me, Villa.” Messi pleaded teeth nipping at the Spaniard's earlobe who flew off the mattress, grabbing the lotion on the desk and lowering himself back towards Lionel, the Argentine’s hand dancing lazily across his aching length.
“Want to think about that for a minute?” Leo teased, drinking in the sight of Villa spreading a generous amount of lotion on his palm, before clasping his erection. Leo stared as David wanked over him, his eyes drifting to the taut stomach muscles, the lazy afternoon sun stretching over his body and shadowing beneath his ribcage, sweat slicking up the surface perfectly.
“Leo, let me do something.” The pleading in Villa's tone enough to have Messi at his beckoned call with whatever he intended to do. So he nodded his head once, gasping out in shock as David grabbed his thighs pulling him closer. Leo watched as his legs were thrown over Villa's shoulders, the Spaniard looking hungrily at the exposure before him.
Leo hoped his blush would go unnoticed.
It did.
“Fuck!” Leo breathed out, hands reaching out either side of him, knocking over a stale cup of coffee left abandoned on the floor, his other hand grabbing hold of the bedsheet. David's tongue lapped like a kitten hungry for milk at Leo's entrance, his hums of appreciation simply making Leo harder who was positive he hadn't moaned so loud in his life.
He'd seen porn of this kind of thing. When a nurse was getting her ass fucked by the tongue of her patient, her fake tits falling out of her dress as she moaned like a whore. Lionel laughed out loud, trying to absorb the idea that the boy licking him ravenously was the same boy who's very presence once irritated him to the core.
“Ready to be fucked, Messi?” David growled, leaving Leo's legs over his shoulders as he knelt back on his haunches. Lionel needed to learn self control. His body impulsively threatening to come as he stared at the saliva shimmering against Villa's chin.
“Captain obvious doesn't suit you.” Messi quipped back in retort, the pair laughing as David slowly pushed his length towards the entrance of the Argentine. He was glad the tension around them had dissipated and that he was slowly gaining experience because when Villa pushed balls deep into him, he barely even groaned in pain.
Villa paused anyway just in case, so Leo noticed.
They lay still for a while, David pushed all the way inside him, their chests pressed together, breathless. His thrusts began, slow and unlike the build up to their fuck. Lionel moaned softly, feeling David sliding in and out of him with delicious friction. Slow and sensual.
Sensual.
David's thumb stroking across Leo's cheekbone as they watched one another. Hips meeting slowly.
Leo furrowed his brow, he didn't want to say anything, instead he swallowed the uncertainty, nose bucking with David's, their eyes reflecting one another's. Lionel let out a soft moan, the feeling shooting through his veins like liquid heat, pulsing out of his very heart and controlling his body through the pleasure alone. He felt his fingers twirling around the strands of David's hair, tickling the nape of his neck as the Argentine planted gentle kisses along the strong jaw of the older boy.
Time didn't seem important, Leo didn't care about anything really. He didn't care about his swollen eye, or that his mother was mad at him. He didn't even care that he hadn't started his project yet. All that he was in that moment was David Villa.
“Leo. I'm close.” David whispered leaning down and capturing the Argentine's lips in a slow, lethargic kiss. Their tongues manoeuvring with one another, acting as the other's shadow as Leo's fingers drew non-existent lines across Villa's flexing shoulder blades.
“Come for me David.” Lionel breathed, the pair breaking the kiss with a sensitive pop, thrusts quickening only slightly. Leo felt his insides blistering, racking through his body, a tsunami drowning him in an ocean of cheap cologne and cocaine, two calloused hands rising him from the waves and drawing him into a soft kiss. A kiss that brought him tumbling down to earth with a loud groan.
He tilted his head back, his come splattering across his pounding chest in short spurts. Villa pulled back then, thrusting once, then twice, head ripping back and a loud cry erupting from his throat before he emptied into the boy still glowing with the intensity of it all.
The room was silent, the faint ticking of the hallway clock and their ragged breaths the only sounds that occupied the universe in that moment.
Lionel had his eyes clamped shut, ignoring the shifting on the bed, and then the tissue that was dabbed at his chest. He even ignored when David lay back down beside him. His mind screaming at him not to break the silence, the awkward tension returning with the fury of a thousand plagues.
Lionel opened his eyes.
“I'm not queer. Or gay or anything.” David said out of nowhere, the pair lying side by side as they stared up at his ceiling.
Lionel nodded.
He wanted to laugh. Wanted to tell David that that was a little hard to believe when they were lying naked next to each other after fucking. After, whatever that was exactly.
Instead he sat up.
“Me either.” Lionel opted for, his throat dry, his voice quiet. Another silence stretched over them. Lionel felt David's eyes on him and chose to just look up at the dark patch on the ceiling instead of back into David's intoxicating eyes.
Suffocating, more like.
Suddenly his presence shifted and he was pushing himself upwards.
“I just. I just like fucking around with you.” David admitted, rising to his feet, his legs clicking loudly, as he rummaged hurriedly around the floor for his jeans.
“Me too.” Leo admitted. He wasn't lying, he did like it. But he simply swallowed back the whole truth and rose his hands to the back of his head, tugging his hair out of frustration.
“You get me... you know?” Lionel didn't know, he didn't understand at all, if anything it confused him more, but he simply nodded. “You just fuck. You don't worry about condoms or what it means. You don't act as though it's the end of the world if I don't phone you the day after. We just fuck.” David spoke hastily, his chest heaving as he pushed his palms into his eyes, his breathing panicking as he spoke. Like he was being forced to speak.
Lionel shut his eyes at that, David was always so blunt, hesitation was definitely something neither of them were used too from Villa.
“What are you trying to say David?” He tested, a brief snort being heard before a painful silence.
Nothing...
“I'm going to get something to eat.” A quiet voice that didn't sound like Villa piped up and Leo opened his eyes, watching the back that was facing him. The flexing shoulder blades, the beauty mark sitting below a scar, the smooth curve of his lower back, branching out to his peachy arse, the top of which just sneaking out from the tight fabric of his faded black skinny jeans.
“Your jeans, David.” Leo began, watching as the Spaniard froze in the threshold of his door, his eyes trained to the floor, his chest heaving still.
Leo swallowed thickly, feeling exposed on the bed, even though no one could see him.
Not even David.
“I really like your jeans. I really fucking like them, David.” Leo said, watching as David's eyes shut for a considerable amount of time. Neither prepared to say anything else.
And then he was gone, the sounds of the staircase creaking followed by distant footprints across old carpet. Lionel sighed as he threw himself back down on David's mattress, reaching over to the Spaniard's back pack, yanking out his cigarettes and lighter and sparking one up.
David wouldn't mind anyway.
He had no choice on the matter.
~*~
“Have you finished the project then?” Lionel asked, staring down at his blank page and praying for David's answer.
“Yeah, I finished it earlier, better late than never, aye?” Villa's voice was quiet.
Leo noticed.
“Yeah...I agree.” Lionel pulled the phone away from his ear, smacking his head down on it before clearing his throat.
“Have you done yours?” Villa asked and Leo felt the lie falling from his mouth before he could stop it. His conscious mentally swearing at him for not being able to say what was on his mind, for him being so weak.
Childish.
“Yeah. Finished it before I phoned you.” He cursed inwardly again.
“Oh cool. What did you do yours on?” Villa persisted.
“Oh, it's sort of a collage effect thing, about school work. You?” Lionel lied, to him it was obvious, his words much to quick, weak.
The snort from David made Leo think he knew he was lying too. He began fumbling with a joint David had rolled him weeks ago.
He needed to smoke it quick.
“Sort of Jackson Pollock like, you know with the paint splashes. It's of my family.” Villa said, an awkward silence suffocating them. So their Everest's were their family life and education.
Right.
“Great.” Lionel said after a considerable amount of time, trying to imagine David's piece.
“Well, I might see you tomorrow then, if our appointments are at similar times?” David asked, and Leo could have sworn his tone was somewhat hopeful. He bit his lip at that.
“Yeah, sure. Bye David.” He said, phone still pressed to his ear as he heard Villa's soft breathing.
He was breathing in time with his heartbeat, so Leo noticed.
“Oh and Leo.” David asked after a few moments of silence.
“Huh?” Lionel said, voice a few octaves higher than usual as the deadpan silence stretched on ominously until David let out a brief chuckle.
“I fucking hate your hair.” The phone line went dead and Leo frowned until his lips tweaked upwards and a loud laugh was suddenly ripping from his chest.
Leo threw the phone on the bed, laughing again before picking up his pencil.
He looked down at it. He was so used to using charcoals, black pencils, dark colours. He sighed, pushing himself up from his seat, heading towards his bed. He lay flat on his stomach, searching underneath his bed, pushing at boxes and old cans before he pulled out a dusty brown box.
He took it back to his desk, setting it down beside his paper. The latch was quite stiff as he pulled it open, smirking at the paint pallet that met his gaze.
He wondered if David felt this way the first time he used colour.
~*~
It was the last day of term and Lionel stepped inside the classroom, his chest restricting as he watched his teacher look up from his desk, a wide smile on his face.
“Ah, Mr Messi, I didn't expect to see you on time for your appointment.” He said and Leo wanted to swear at him, instead he shut he door behind him and smiled, lips in a tight line.
It was the due date of their assignment. The project lasting 8 weeks, taking up nearly 60% of their year's art grade. There was no one else in the class, he had seen a few others waiting out in the hallway for their assessment, other's hadn't arrived yet, other's had already got their mark.
He hadn't seen David.
“Please, take a seat and get your art-piece out.” His teacher said, looking through his glasses at a spreadsheet register. Lionel noticed when he sat down that it had ticks and grades on it. He tried to not focus on David and his grade at that point.
Leo dropped his bag to the floor, pushing his hair behind his ears and passing his rolled up work to his teacher. He sighed as he watched the older man remove the elastic band from it, unravelling it and studying it for what felt like a lifetime.
Lionel bit his lip. He breathed out.
8 weeks of righteous self-discovery boiling down to a single image.
He suppressed a laugh at that thought.
“Leo. It's your first piece in colour. You never use colour.” His teacher noted with raised eyebrows, looking at the painting through the glasses on the end of his nose.
Leo shrugged. He didn't need to say anything. They both knew it was.
“The painting...” His teacher began, visually grappling with words in his mind, frustration on his face at not being able to find the correct word. Leo sighed, knowing full well what his teacher would say. “It's magical.”
“What?” Leo asked, shock evident in his tone as he stared at his teacher like he was going crazy.
That certainly wasn't the word he thought of.
“It's enchanting. Haunting somewhat.” He began, Lionel sinking into his seat with a relieved sigh. “You've captured David in a way that screams emotion.” He said, passion thick in his voice as he grabbed at the air, his smile providing Leo with all the proof needed that his teacher liked it.
His heart stopped slightly when he thought back to his professor’s words...
“Oh sir, it isn't David...” Leo stammered to say shaking his head, his teacher interrupting him with a loud laugh and a brief dismissive hand.
“Only a fool would think it wasn't.” He said, looking at Lionel knowingly, who swallowed the lump in his throat which suddenly felt too hot and tight to breath functionally from.
“Oh?” Lionel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“He did a very similar piece... But of you” The professor said simply nodded with a shrug, letting out a minute chuckle. Lionel looked down at his hands, eyes closing.
David drew him.
Painted him.
Thought of him as his Everest.
Lionel was David's Everest and David was Lionel's.
“Except his is in charcoal...” His teacher continued, Lionel's shut eyes, opening them and looking at his professor, mouth hanging open slightly.
Nothing made sense. David didn't use charcoal, he said it was too much hassle. He hated it. He said.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing but David.
“I think together they are stronger than on their own. They are much like a contrasting set, together.” He smiled, his eyes falling all over the image once more. “So Leo. Explain to me...” He began lifting up the painting and handing it back to Lionel, who accepted it, eyes on his professor. “How is this, your Everest? How are you both each other's Everest?”
There it was.
The question that determined each little feeling Leo had ever felt for the Spaniard, his words were going to find out how every kiss, fuck and look meant. What it all boiled down too at the end.
He swallowed.
“Because I fucking hate him.” Leo began, surprised he had swore and surprised his teacher dismissed it casually, a silence filling the air around them as he looked at the painting. Taking in the light blue wings whisking off of the man's back, his hair as dark as his eyes.
He sighed.
“And I have a feeling I'm going to spend an awful long time trying to ignore the things I love about him.” Lionel said quietly, fingers dancing across his painting, following the lines and curves of the naked expanse of chest just before he got to David's wings...
“Congratulations Leo.” His teacher said after a few moments, taking off his glasses, smile in place.
“Sir?” Lionel questioned, eyes rising to meet his teacher's.
“Your first A.” His professor smiled as Lionel looked back at him dumbstruck, awestruck in fact.
Lionel grinned back at him.
~*~
He skipped out the classroom, swinging the door open and leaving with a smirk on his face, as he passed Higuian who stood with Arebloa the two muttering about him.
He didn't care.
He wasn't interested.
Leo breathed out as he left the building, the sun breaking through the dark cloud overhead.
He was going to tell David that their collective grade was an A.
He wasn't going to tell him what he said about him, what he admitted to the teacher at the same time he admitted it to himself, that could wait.
He knew he would tell David someday.
Tell him how he felt.
How he hated the sight of him, but hated when he wasn't there.
That could all wait.
For now, he just wanted to sit in Villa's shitty room, get high, forget about art and the past year of school and get lost in the feeling of David Villa and those fucking skinny jeans.
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A/N: So, that is the last part. I hope you enjoyed reading. Of course feedback is always welcome and suggestions on whether this fic should be made longer are welcome too :) I'm still in two minds. Either way, hope you enjoyed it beautifuls! Thanks again! <33