Oh no, I didn't!
Title: SQUEEZE!
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairing: Theo Walcott/Cesc Fábregas
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: dunno. R? There be swearing and mention of boys' dangly bits.
Word count: 669 words.
Summary: Theo, Cesc, girlie magazines and friendly wrestling ;-)
Disclaimer: Not true, all lies. I make no money with this, and I mean no harm.
beta: no beta, all mistakes are my own.
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
Theo sighed. He stared at the Playboys, Penthouses and, God forbid, Hustler Magazines scattered all over his hotel bed.
"Very funny, guys!" he called out to no one at all. The older players' idea of messing with him. Wondering who was behind this, he plotted he'd get back at him or them. Put eggs in their boots, or… a dead mouse in their sports bag. But where the hell would he get a dead mouse? Oh, or cat pee! Great idea!
Lost in thought, Theo began to collect the magazines and sat down on his bed, quickly flipping through them. No harm in looking, right?
"It's open!" he said when someone knocked on his door.
"Was wondering where you were…" Cesc Fábregas grinned, entering the room. He began to laugh when he saw the amount of nude magazines surrounding his slightly younger teammate. "I see you're busy, I'll just leave and give you some privacy."
"Oh, sod off! Someone left these here…"
"Yeah, right, Theo!" Cesc snickered, plunking down on the other bed.
"Where would I get all these mags, ey, they're not mine, I swear!" Theo protested, his cheeks blushing. Becoming slightly annoyed with his teammate's amusement, he threw the nearest magazine he could find at Cesc's head.
The Spaniard ducked, then picked up the magazine from the floor and began to read it.
"Ah! The Penthouse-forum stories!" he giggled.
Theo glared at him, but forgot all about Cesc's presence for a moment as he got distracted by a full on porn shoot in Hustler. Two pretty girls doing… things… to each other. Fuck, HOT! He stared at perfectly manicured fingers stroking glistening wet, pink flesh. Girls… tonguing… sucking each other's nipples. Too much. There was a pleasant tingling in his crotch.
"Cesc… why don't you take that to your own room?" he said hoarsely, trying to sound as casual as possible.
His teammate was lying on his tummy on the other bed, slowly tearing his eyes away from what he was reading.
"Need a wank, Theo?" he teased.
"Fábregas, you're such a pest sometimes!" Theo moaned, rising to his feet as he pointed at the door. "Take your stupid Penthouse and fuck off!"
The midfielder got up from the bed, a cocky smile on his face. Theo glared at him again, but couldn't help giggling when Cesc poked his side and tickled him.
"Lighten up, Theo!"
"Go away!" he cringed, dropping the magazine that had covered his bulging crotch.
Cesc lowered his eyes, and with slight embarrassment, Theo followed his gaze.
"You have a hard-on," Cesc smirked, then turned his voice high-pitched. "Oh Theo, you're soooooo HOT!"
Before Theo could come up with a witty reply, his teammate squeezed his manhood through his sweatpants, making him jump. He covered his crotch with his hands, at the same time trying to push the snickering Cesc away, who was making another attempt to grab his pole. And succeeded. Longer this time, several teasing squeezes.
Theo groaned. Cesc stopped all of a sudden, stared at him with big eyes and bit his own lip.
"I… uhm…" the Spaniard mumbled, blushing. "See you later."
Theo noticed his teammate was nervously pulling his shirt over his own crotch, but it was too late. He had already spotted the very obvious bulge Cesc was sporting. Speechless, Theo nodded, averting his eyes. He sighed with relief as he heard the door close and Cesc was gone.
He threw himself back on his bed. Fuck, he was so hard. What the hell just happened?
Dipping his hand into his pants and wanking like mad, Theo did his best to think about hot chicks doing it, but all he could think of was the jolt of heat he had felt when Cesc Fábregas' hand squeezed his cock. Wondering if that fuckin' Spaniard was doing the same thing he was right now, Theo groaned softly as he spilled into his own hand, imagining it was Cesc's.
God, he could never look Cesc in the eyes again, ever.
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairing: Theo Walcott/Cesc Fábregas
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: dunno. R? There be swearing and mention of boys' dangly bits.
Word count: 669 words.
Summary: Theo, Cesc, girlie magazines and friendly wrestling ;-)
Disclaimer: Not true, all lies. I make no money with this, and I mean no harm.
beta: no beta, all mistakes are my own.
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
Theo sighed. He stared at the Playboys, Penthouses and, God forbid, Hustler Magazines scattered all over his hotel bed.
"Very funny, guys!" he called out to no one at all. The older players' idea of messing with him. Wondering who was behind this, he plotted he'd get back at him or them. Put eggs in their boots, or… a dead mouse in their sports bag. But where the hell would he get a dead mouse? Oh, or cat pee! Great idea!
Lost in thought, Theo began to collect the magazines and sat down on his bed, quickly flipping through them. No harm in looking, right?
"It's open!" he said when someone knocked on his door.
"Was wondering where you were…" Cesc Fábregas grinned, entering the room. He began to laugh when he saw the amount of nude magazines surrounding his slightly younger teammate. "I see you're busy, I'll just leave and give you some privacy."
"Oh, sod off! Someone left these here…"
"Yeah, right, Theo!" Cesc snickered, plunking down on the other bed.
"Where would I get all these mags, ey, they're not mine, I swear!" Theo protested, his cheeks blushing. Becoming slightly annoyed with his teammate's amusement, he threw the nearest magazine he could find at Cesc's head.
The Spaniard ducked, then picked up the magazine from the floor and began to read it.
"Ah! The Penthouse-forum stories!" he giggled.
Theo glared at him, but forgot all about Cesc's presence for a moment as he got distracted by a full on porn shoot in Hustler. Two pretty girls doing… things… to each other. Fuck, HOT! He stared at perfectly manicured fingers stroking glistening wet, pink flesh. Girls… tonguing… sucking each other's nipples. Too much. There was a pleasant tingling in his crotch.
"Cesc… why don't you take that to your own room?" he said hoarsely, trying to sound as casual as possible.
His teammate was lying on his tummy on the other bed, slowly tearing his eyes away from what he was reading.
"Need a wank, Theo?" he teased.
"Fábregas, you're such a pest sometimes!" Theo moaned, rising to his feet as he pointed at the door. "Take your stupid Penthouse and fuck off!"
The midfielder got up from the bed, a cocky smile on his face. Theo glared at him again, but couldn't help giggling when Cesc poked his side and tickled him.
"Lighten up, Theo!"
"Go away!" he cringed, dropping the magazine that had covered his bulging crotch.
Cesc lowered his eyes, and with slight embarrassment, Theo followed his gaze.
"You have a hard-on," Cesc smirked, then turned his voice high-pitched. "Oh Theo, you're soooooo HOT!"
Before Theo could come up with a witty reply, his teammate squeezed his manhood through his sweatpants, making him jump. He covered his crotch with his hands, at the same time trying to push the snickering Cesc away, who was making another attempt to grab his pole. And succeeded. Longer this time, several teasing squeezes.
Theo groaned. Cesc stopped all of a sudden, stared at him with big eyes and bit his own lip.
"I… uhm…" the Spaniard mumbled, blushing. "See you later."
Theo noticed his teammate was nervously pulling his shirt over his own crotch, but it was too late. He had already spotted the very obvious bulge Cesc was sporting. Speechless, Theo nodded, averting his eyes. He sighed with relief as he heard the door close and Cesc was gone.
He threw himself back on his bed. Fuck, he was so hard. What the hell just happened?
Dipping his hand into his pants and wanking like mad, Theo did his best to think about hot chicks doing it, but all he could think of was the jolt of heat he had felt when Cesc Fábregas' hand squeezed his cock. Wondering if that fuckin' Spaniard was doing the same thing he was right now, Theo groaned softly as he spilled into his own hand, imagining it was Cesc's.
God, he could never look Cesc in the eyes again, ever.