Miguel/Gonzalo slashfic
Title: Unforgettable
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairings: Miguel Torres/Gonzalo Higuaín, mentions of Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago/Miguel Torres threesomes
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: R, graphic male/male sex
Word count: 3.278 words.
Summary: Offering Miguel a place to crash after a night on the town, doesn't end the way Gonzalo (innocently) expected it would.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never ever happened anywhere but in my pervy little mind.
Special thanks to: digdigil aka jennis_footie for the beta. You deserve a medal, luv' &hearts
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
Gonzalo awoke from being poked in the arm. A male voice mumbled "Turn over, you snore!".
For a few seconds, he was confused and disorientated, until he remembered that Miguel was sleeping beside him. The defender had crashed at his place after a night on the town. Half the squad was on International duty, and the remaining Real Madrid players had some free time on their hands.
"You could have slept on the couch," Gonzalo mumbled. "If my snoring bugs you, then… Miguel? Hey! Torres?"
"What? What's going on?" Miguel moaned.
"Did you just wake me up and fall right back to sleep, yourself?"
"I guess so…" Miguel groaned drowsily. "Funny."
"No, not funny." Gonzalo sulked.
"No, what I mean is, Sergio says he could fire a gun next to my head and not even that would wake me up. But your snoring did."
"Oh!" Gonzalo huffed. "Should I feel flattered now?"
"Jesus, man. What's with the bad mood?"
"I don't snore! You woke me up for nothing, and now I'm wide awake."
"Sorry!" Miguel giggled. "But you do snore. Must be that big nose…"
Gonzalo punched him playfully, grinning in the dark. He couldn't stay mad at Miguel, not even if the Spaniard had woken him up from a good sleep. "So, do you crash in Sergio's bed, too?"
"I never plan to, but that's how it usually ends." Miguel hid his face in his pillow the instant he had ended his sentence, praying Gonzalo wouldn't ask any more questions.
After a few seconds of silence, the Argentine turned over onto his side and faced Miguel. "How what ends?"
"Nah, just… parties. Gago. Strippers." Miguel lied quickly.
"Gago's parties are quite notorious."
"Exactly." Miguel chuckled a bit. "Think you can sleep again?"
"No, still wide awake." Gonzalo sighed dramatically.
Miguel peeked at his friend. Shifting slightly closer, he reached and stroked Gonzalo's hair, playing with the longer locks at the back of his head.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he whispered in a tender voice. Making a pass at the striker didn't even cross his mind, not that he didn't want to, but Gonzalo had never hinted any interest, and Miguel doubted that the young Argentine knew what really went on at Gago's parties. He probably wouldn't even believe him if Miguel told him about his threesomes with Sergio and Fernando.
Gonzalo gazed at Miguel. The two of them were alone in bed in the middle of the night, under one blanket. He could clearly make out Miguel's features and the disarming smile on the defender's face. Had it been anyone else on the team that touched him like this, played with his hair while lying so close to him, Gonzalo would have freaked out. But this was Miguel, and physical displays of affection were like a second nature to the defender. Just as Gonzalo had reassured himself that there was nothing weird going on here, Miguel snuggled a bit closer to him and lowered his hand to gently rub his friend's back.
Gonzalo considered Torres to be a very close friend, but the level of intimacy had just increased to the point where Gonzalo was wondering if Miguel was making a pass at him.
He knew Torres well, but the Spaniard was very secretive about his private life, and even though Gonzalo was curious about Miguel's dates (because he did go on dates, Gonzalo had run in to him once at a restaurant and Miguel had been in the company of a pretty brunette), he didn't ask. It was usually Gago's task to get people to confess their secrets, but the midfielder had been mysterious when it came to facts and gossip about Miguel, which led Gonzalo to believe that even Fernando had no clue.
"What are you doing?" Gonzalo whispered, giggling nervously and glad he had worn a T-shirt to bed.
"Getting you to relax," Miguel whispered back. "Is it working?"
"I don't… know…" Gonzalo muttered. Oh, for fuck's sake, he couldn't keep the question in any longer. "Okay, this may sound ridiculous, but are you coming on to me?"
"What?" Miguel snickered.
He sensed the tension in Gonzalo's muscles under his hands. At moments like these, Miguel's analytical mind worked on overdrive. Human behaviour always fascinated him, especially in delicate situations, and this was a golden opportunity to observe his friend's reaction. How would introvert, softspoken, manly yet boyish Gonzalo react to advances from another guy? Would it be the end of a friendship? Miguel was pretty sure it wouldn't be, his gut told him that even a very straight, hunky guy like Gonzalo could be susceptible to a little male/male experimenting.
Now there were two things Miguel could do - laugh it off and reassure his friend that he wasn't coming on to him, which in fact, was the truth, and try to get some sleep - or find out just how far he could go. Always in for a challenge and getting turned on by the idea, he quickly decided upon the latter. If he played his cards right and joked about a bit, there would be no harm done if the Argentine wasn't interested.
"Of course I'm coming on to you!" Miguel laughed, poking Gonzalo's ribs, "I want to hump your ass!"
"I dare you! You will die trying!" Gonzalo cried out, laughing just as hard and playfully catching his friend's wrists. Miguel wriggled, fighting to get loose, and before Gonzalo knew it, he was rolling around on his bed, play-fighting Miguel Torres in the middle of the night.
Miguel hit Gonzalo on the head with a pillow, and the Argentine retaliated by fighting him for it and hitting him back the instant he won it. Hollering with laughter, they wrestled wildly, the unnamed goal placing the other guy in a head-lock. Both dealt well-placed, playful stomps on various limbs, snickering at each other's yelps of pain.
Then, as Gonzalo tried to pin a wriggling Miguel down while doing his best to avoid another blow, he lost his balance. His hand slid down Miguel's thigh, straight into a leg of his friend's boxer shorts, and to make matters worse, it shot even further inside the Spaniard's underwear as Gonzalo fell forward and crashed beside Torres.
"Dude!" Miguel moaned. "You're twisting my balls!"
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm sorry!" Gonzalo snickered, frantically trying to pull his hand out. But Miguel closed his legs and rolled onto his side, pulling Gonzalo with him and trapping his hand inside his boxers as the fabric twisted around the striker's wrist.
"Torres, what the fuck…???!!!???"
"Now who's coming onto whom, Higuaín?" Miguel chuckled. "It sure looks as if you're…"
"Dude, I'm holding your dick in my hand! This is not funny any more!" Gonzalo grunted onto Miguel's shoulder. "Let me go, or I'll pinch your nuts!"
Gonzalo's wild movements to free his hand, and Miguel's equally wild squirming, caused him to rub up against his teammate's buttocks. The friction awoke his cock, which was the last thing he needed right now. If Torres felt him getting hard, he wouldn't let him hear the end of it for weeks, even if Gonzalo couldn't help it and it was just a stupid physical reaction… believe me, it wasn't your ass, it was the friction, for fuck's sake!
As the nightmare scenario flashed before his eyes of Miguel cracking jokes about the situation when he would least expect it - which was typical of Miguel's sense of humour - Gonzalo suddenly realised he wasn't the only one getting hard.
Miguel was panting softly. Hadn't he told Fernando Gago that the idea of getting into Gonzalo's pants was ridiculous? Fernando had flirted with his compatriot without any luck, much to Miguel's amusement and maybe even relief. How hilarious was it, that Gonzalo literally had his hand in Miguel's pants at this very moment and was holding his rapidly hardening cock? Gago would jawdrop if he told him, and the thought caused Miguel to giggle uncontrollably.
"Torres, just cut it out, okay? I want to forget this ever happened," Gonzalo sighed, wanting to sound stern and demanding, but finding he didn't sound very convincing at all. The pleasant throbbing that had taken hold of his pelvic region was distracting him, as was the delightful pressure of Miguel's firm butt against his crotch.
"Do you really want to forget this?" Miguel whispered sultrily. "Because it could be unforgettable."
What happened next, Gonzalo could only describe as momentary insanity, a primal urge that overcame him.
On impulse he bit Miguel's neck. He could sense how his hot breath on Miguel's skin made the Spaniard shiver. The defender stirred, parted his legs and allowed Gonzalo to free his hand. The rising sexual tension between them was so thick, he could almost taste it.
And as Torres turned to him, Gonzalo gasped at the overpowering magnetic pull between his own body and Miguel's. His lips were drawn to his mate's and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from shoving his tongue into Torres' mouth.
Miguel's lips were amazing; soft and feathery, luscious and succulent. Only the rawness of the kiss made it different from kissing a girl. Crawling on top of him, Gonzalo felt as if he could just eat him alive. The first time he rubbed up against him, unable to control his urges, he tingled all over. The sensations felt so good, he ground against him over and over again, his cock poking against Miguel's erection.
Trying to catch his breath under the sudden attack, Miguel snaked his hands inside Gonzalo's briefs and grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing them while writhing under him. Miguel was used to Sergio's overwhelming masculinity and wild actions in the sack, but somehow he hadn't expected this kind of passionate roughness from gentle, bashful Gonzalo. It was both a nice surprise and a huge turn-on.
He tugged at the striker's shirt, and Gonzalo rose to take it off, straddling Miguel's thighs. Miguel quickly wormed himself out of his own shirt, not wanting to miss anything. He had excellent night vision and could spot the bewildered expression on his teammate's face. Horny and confused as hell, Miguel thought. He could think of a million things to say to Gonzalo right now, but his intuition told him to keep his questions to himself or else he'd ruin the mood.
Gonzalo jumped slightly when Miguel's hands roamed up his thighs and pressed against his crotch, finding their target instantly. Having his cock kneaded by his friend and teammate was the last thing he would have thought of when he offered Torres a sleeping place earlier in the evening. But giving in to this maddening arousal felt sinfully delicious. One hand palmed his sac, the other squeezed and rubbed his pole. Gonzalo groaned as flares of heat shot through his system.
"Take them off," Miguel whispered to him, pulling his briefs down his hips.
Lying down beside Miguel, Gonzalo quickly took off his underwear and watched the Spaniard do the same.
"This is crazy…" Gonzalo mumbled, hiding his face in Miguel's neck.
"Don't talk, don't think." Miguel said softly, caressing his hair. "Just… feel."
Still hiding his face and not looking at Torres, Gonzalo trailed a hand up and down his friend's chest, hesitantly tickling a nipple. He just couldn't lie still, it felt way too good to grind and rub against his teammate's warm body. So horny, it ached. Gonzalo lifted his head, seeking Miguel's hot mouth, and the wild tonguing continued where they had left off.
Miguel's hands were all over him, and Gonzalo followed his friend's example; touching, exploring, tasting skin and sucking nipples. The two of them rolled around on the bed, writhing against each other, moaning and panting as their hard poles met between their heated bodies.
Miguel pushed the striker onto his back and shoved his tongue deep into Gonzalo's mouth to absorb his groans as he clenched his fist around his friend's hard on. He rubbed his thumb over the dripping wet slit, delighting in causing Gonzalo to buck his hips wildly. The Argentine was a big boy in every way, and Miguel felt his ass twinge at the thought of being fucked senseless by the rock hard shaft that throbbed against the palm of his hand.
"What do you… what do you want to do?" Gonzalo whispered hoarsely, then cleared his throat. "I have condoms."
Condoms? My my, a man of the world.Miguel giggled with delight. "Do you have lube?"
"Uhm… no."
"I do. Don't go away!" Miguel smirked, quickly jumping out of bed to find his jeans. He returned with a small flask of silicone lube in his hand.
"You always have that with you?" Gonzalo chuckled nervously.
"Just in case," Miguel shrugged.
"Right." Gonzalo raised an eyebrow. Miguel was the biggest scatterbrain he had ever met, the guy hardly knew what day it was or even how old he was and was known to misplace anything save his boots & kit, but was practical enough to carry lubricant in his pocket? Was this whole thing premeditated? He wanted to ask him if it was, but Miguel's delicious mouth travelled from his collar-bone up to his lips and that skilful hand was back to massage his cock. Gonzalo decided it didn't really matter. For now.
"You drive me wild!" he grunted, roughly shoving Torres onto his back and grabbing the defender's thick shaft without thinking twice. Gonzalo groaned along with Miguel's deep, throaty growls, rubbing him up and down.
"Do you want me?" Miguel panted, snaking his hand between their bodies and squeezing the striker's moist pole. "Want to fuck me?"
Gonzalo nodded breathlessly, pressing his lips into a thin stripe. He swallowed hard. "I'll get the condoms."
This was indeed crazy. Had he just agreed to shove his dick up his friend's ass? He opened a drawer in his nightstand and took out a condom, turned to Miguel and sighed as he lay down beside him.
"So, uhm…"
Miguel caressed Gonzalo's cheek with the back of his fingers. "You've got to loosen me up a bit first."
"… Loosen you up?"
"Ever stick your finger up a chick's ass?"
"Yeah, got yelled at for it," Gonzalo laughed, snuggling up against Miguel, loving the intimacy between them.
"I won't yell at you…" Miguel purred, nibbling on his friend's jaw and chin. "I might growl with pleasure, though."
He handed Gonzalo the lube, then rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his butt up. Listening to the soft little groans coming from his flustered friend while Gonzalo gently spread the slick, thin gel between his ass cheeks and stroked his sensitive hole, Miguel thought he was going to combust from horniness. Teaching the slightly younger man the secrets of anal sex, just like Sergio had taught him, was giving him quite a thrill.
The Argentine's long fingers reached deep inside him, stretching him gently. Fingering ass apparently turned Gonzalo on even more, because when Miguel looked over his shoulder, he noticed him pleasuring himself with his other hand. Unable to withstand the need to feel something big inside him, he tore the condom wrapper open and moaned at Gonzalo to get his attention.
"On your back." He nudged the Argentine, who obliged instantly. Miguel quickly rolled the condom down his teammate's thick pole and applied more lube before mounting him and taking position on top of him. It felt like the ultimate seduction, the instant he led Gonzalo's cock towards his fuckhole and slowly impaled himself on it. Miguel heard his own voice crying out with pleasure and the initial pain; thousands of tingling and burning pinpricks shot through him.
Under him, the delicious, muscular body of Gonzalo Higuaín writhed with lust. A deep, guttural groan rose from the striker's lips, and Miguel wished he could turn the lights on to get a better look at his face, but he had a feeling that darkness made the encounter less confrontational for Gonzalo.
Leaning forward on his hands, Miguel started to move, twisting his hips in a slow dance, up and down. Covering every inch of that thick, juicy cock. His moves were met with more groans from his new lover, who had overcome his shame pretty quickly. Gonzalo's hands were on Miguel's hips, following the rhythm as it increased.
"Isn't this good?" Miguel panted, leaning over Gonzalo and placing sloppy kisses on his cheeks and lips.
"It is… I've never been this horny in my life!" Gonzalo pulled his legs up, placing his feet flat on the mattress. He bucked his hips and thrust into Miguel, making the Spaniard grunt with pleasure.
"Oh God, YES, fuck me!" Miguel gasped hoarsely. To his surprise, Gonzalo grabbed a firm hold of him and flipped him over onto his back without withdrawing. The Argentine's weight pinned him down without allowing Miguel time to marvel about how Gonzalo unknowingly treated him the way he loved. 'Toss Miguel around in the sack and he'll be yours forever', Gago had once said to Sergio during one of their threesomes, and damn if it wasn't true.
No, Miguel hardly got a chance to catch his breath. Gonzalo was unleashed; gone was the polite and gentle boy who giggled helplessly at dirty jokes. The Gonzalo who was fucking him was giving him a pounding like a man, hard and wild, pumping him with perfect rhythmic thrusts.
Miguel trailed his hands up and down the damp skin of the striker's back, grabbed his buttocks and felt them clench under his palms. Gonzalo's lower abs stroked against Miguel's cock, the sweet friction driving him out of his mind. He snaked his hand between their bodies and jacked himself off, desperate for release.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Miguel, this is heaven…" Gonzalo groaned onto his friend's panting mouth. Nothing Gonzalo had ever experienced had felt this good. Sweat dripped from his face and he shivered hot and cold. Each and every thrust into the tight heat of Miguel's ass brought him closer and closer to a mind-blowing climax.
"Heaven?" Miguel croaked, "You're fucking me right into oblivion!"
Gonzalo giggled through a groan, feeling the tightness twitching around his cock and Miguel's body tensing up under him.
"I'm gonna come…" Miguel gasped softly.
A wave of intensely pounding heat coursed through Gonzalo's veins and peaked in his groin. He pushed deep into Miguel and growled out his ecstasy. The intensity caused him to crash upon his friend's trembling body.
Miguel wrapped his arms around him and stroked his hair soothingly. Perfect, Gonzalo thought. He didn't want to move and didn't know what to say.
"That was just bloody fucking amazing." Miguel gasped.
"I have nothing to add to that," Gonzalo laughed as he withdrew and fumbled with the condom.
Miguel jumped up and nestled against him. "We're both awfully sticky. Do you have a towel, or a tissue? One tissue is probably not enough, hahaha. Maybe we should shower. You want to shower?"
"Torres…" Gonzalo snickered. "I think we should get some sleep."
"Yeah, but if you start snoring again…"
"I don't snore! But how about this?" Gonzalo smirked, directing Miguel into a spooning position.
"Oh, good thinking!" Miguel snuggled against the Argentine's warm body, "If you sleep on your side, you won't snore."
"I don't… Oh, I give up." Gonzalo yawned, kissed Miguel's neck and closed his eyes to sleep like a baby for the rest of the night.
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairings: Miguel Torres/Gonzalo Higuaín, mentions of Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago/Miguel Torres threesomes
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: R, graphic male/male sex
Word count: 3.278 words.
Summary: Offering Miguel a place to crash after a night on the town, doesn't end the way Gonzalo (innocently) expected it would.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never ever happened anywhere but in my pervy little mind.
Special thanks to: digdigil aka jennis_footie for the beta. You deserve a medal, luv' &hearts
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
Gonzalo awoke from being poked in the arm. A male voice mumbled "Turn over, you snore!".
For a few seconds, he was confused and disorientated, until he remembered that Miguel was sleeping beside him. The defender had crashed at his place after a night on the town. Half the squad was on International duty, and the remaining Real Madrid players had some free time on their hands.
"You could have slept on the couch," Gonzalo mumbled. "If my snoring bugs you, then… Miguel? Hey! Torres?"
"What? What's going on?" Miguel moaned.
"Did you just wake me up and fall right back to sleep, yourself?"
"I guess so…" Miguel groaned drowsily. "Funny."
"No, not funny." Gonzalo sulked.
"No, what I mean is, Sergio says he could fire a gun next to my head and not even that would wake me up. But your snoring did."
"Oh!" Gonzalo huffed. "Should I feel flattered now?"
"Jesus, man. What's with the bad mood?"
"I don't snore! You woke me up for nothing, and now I'm wide awake."
"Sorry!" Miguel giggled. "But you do snore. Must be that big nose…"
Gonzalo punched him playfully, grinning in the dark. He couldn't stay mad at Miguel, not even if the Spaniard had woken him up from a good sleep. "So, do you crash in Sergio's bed, too?"
"I never plan to, but that's how it usually ends." Miguel hid his face in his pillow the instant he had ended his sentence, praying Gonzalo wouldn't ask any more questions.
After a few seconds of silence, the Argentine turned over onto his side and faced Miguel. "How what ends?"
"Nah, just… parties. Gago. Strippers." Miguel lied quickly.
"Gago's parties are quite notorious."
"Exactly." Miguel chuckled a bit. "Think you can sleep again?"
"No, still wide awake." Gonzalo sighed dramatically.
Miguel peeked at his friend. Shifting slightly closer, he reached and stroked Gonzalo's hair, playing with the longer locks at the back of his head.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he whispered in a tender voice. Making a pass at the striker didn't even cross his mind, not that he didn't want to, but Gonzalo had never hinted any interest, and Miguel doubted that the young Argentine knew what really went on at Gago's parties. He probably wouldn't even believe him if Miguel told him about his threesomes with Sergio and Fernando.
Gonzalo gazed at Miguel. The two of them were alone in bed in the middle of the night, under one blanket. He could clearly make out Miguel's features and the disarming smile on the defender's face. Had it been anyone else on the team that touched him like this, played with his hair while lying so close to him, Gonzalo would have freaked out. But this was Miguel, and physical displays of affection were like a second nature to the defender. Just as Gonzalo had reassured himself that there was nothing weird going on here, Miguel snuggled a bit closer to him and lowered his hand to gently rub his friend's back.
Gonzalo considered Torres to be a very close friend, but the level of intimacy had just increased to the point where Gonzalo was wondering if Miguel was making a pass at him.
He knew Torres well, but the Spaniard was very secretive about his private life, and even though Gonzalo was curious about Miguel's dates (because he did go on dates, Gonzalo had run in to him once at a restaurant and Miguel had been in the company of a pretty brunette), he didn't ask. It was usually Gago's task to get people to confess their secrets, but the midfielder had been mysterious when it came to facts and gossip about Miguel, which led Gonzalo to believe that even Fernando had no clue.
"What are you doing?" Gonzalo whispered, giggling nervously and glad he had worn a T-shirt to bed.
"Getting you to relax," Miguel whispered back. "Is it working?"
"I don't… know…" Gonzalo muttered. Oh, for fuck's sake, he couldn't keep the question in any longer. "Okay, this may sound ridiculous, but are you coming on to me?"
"What?" Miguel snickered.
He sensed the tension in Gonzalo's muscles under his hands. At moments like these, Miguel's analytical mind worked on overdrive. Human behaviour always fascinated him, especially in delicate situations, and this was a golden opportunity to observe his friend's reaction. How would introvert, softspoken, manly yet boyish Gonzalo react to advances from another guy? Would it be the end of a friendship? Miguel was pretty sure it wouldn't be, his gut told him that even a very straight, hunky guy like Gonzalo could be susceptible to a little male/male experimenting.
Now there were two things Miguel could do - laugh it off and reassure his friend that he wasn't coming on to him, which in fact, was the truth, and try to get some sleep - or find out just how far he could go. Always in for a challenge and getting turned on by the idea, he quickly decided upon the latter. If he played his cards right and joked about a bit, there would be no harm done if the Argentine wasn't interested.
"Of course I'm coming on to you!" Miguel laughed, poking Gonzalo's ribs, "I want to hump your ass!"
"I dare you! You will die trying!" Gonzalo cried out, laughing just as hard and playfully catching his friend's wrists. Miguel wriggled, fighting to get loose, and before Gonzalo knew it, he was rolling around on his bed, play-fighting Miguel Torres in the middle of the night.
Miguel hit Gonzalo on the head with a pillow, and the Argentine retaliated by fighting him for it and hitting him back the instant he won it. Hollering with laughter, they wrestled wildly, the unnamed goal placing the other guy in a head-lock. Both dealt well-placed, playful stomps on various limbs, snickering at each other's yelps of pain.
Then, as Gonzalo tried to pin a wriggling Miguel down while doing his best to avoid another blow, he lost his balance. His hand slid down Miguel's thigh, straight into a leg of his friend's boxer shorts, and to make matters worse, it shot even further inside the Spaniard's underwear as Gonzalo fell forward and crashed beside Torres.
"Dude!" Miguel moaned. "You're twisting my balls!"
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm sorry!" Gonzalo snickered, frantically trying to pull his hand out. But Miguel closed his legs and rolled onto his side, pulling Gonzalo with him and trapping his hand inside his boxers as the fabric twisted around the striker's wrist.
"Torres, what the fuck…???!!!???"
"Now who's coming onto whom, Higuaín?" Miguel chuckled. "It sure looks as if you're…"
"Dude, I'm holding your dick in my hand! This is not funny any more!" Gonzalo grunted onto Miguel's shoulder. "Let me go, or I'll pinch your nuts!"
Gonzalo's wild movements to free his hand, and Miguel's equally wild squirming, caused him to rub up against his teammate's buttocks. The friction awoke his cock, which was the last thing he needed right now. If Torres felt him getting hard, he wouldn't let him hear the end of it for weeks, even if Gonzalo couldn't help it and it was just a stupid physical reaction… believe me, it wasn't your ass, it was the friction, for fuck's sake!
As the nightmare scenario flashed before his eyes of Miguel cracking jokes about the situation when he would least expect it - which was typical of Miguel's sense of humour - Gonzalo suddenly realised he wasn't the only one getting hard.
Miguel was panting softly. Hadn't he told Fernando Gago that the idea of getting into Gonzalo's pants was ridiculous? Fernando had flirted with his compatriot without any luck, much to Miguel's amusement and maybe even relief. How hilarious was it, that Gonzalo literally had his hand in Miguel's pants at this very moment and was holding his rapidly hardening cock? Gago would jawdrop if he told him, and the thought caused Miguel to giggle uncontrollably.
"Torres, just cut it out, okay? I want to forget this ever happened," Gonzalo sighed, wanting to sound stern and demanding, but finding he didn't sound very convincing at all. The pleasant throbbing that had taken hold of his pelvic region was distracting him, as was the delightful pressure of Miguel's firm butt against his crotch.
"Do you really want to forget this?" Miguel whispered sultrily. "Because it could be unforgettable."
What happened next, Gonzalo could only describe as momentary insanity, a primal urge that overcame him.
On impulse he bit Miguel's neck. He could sense how his hot breath on Miguel's skin made the Spaniard shiver. The defender stirred, parted his legs and allowed Gonzalo to free his hand. The rising sexual tension between them was so thick, he could almost taste it.
And as Torres turned to him, Gonzalo gasped at the overpowering magnetic pull between his own body and Miguel's. His lips were drawn to his mate's and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from shoving his tongue into Torres' mouth.
Miguel's lips were amazing; soft and feathery, luscious and succulent. Only the rawness of the kiss made it different from kissing a girl. Crawling on top of him, Gonzalo felt as if he could just eat him alive. The first time he rubbed up against him, unable to control his urges, he tingled all over. The sensations felt so good, he ground against him over and over again, his cock poking against Miguel's erection.
Trying to catch his breath under the sudden attack, Miguel snaked his hands inside Gonzalo's briefs and grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing them while writhing under him. Miguel was used to Sergio's overwhelming masculinity and wild actions in the sack, but somehow he hadn't expected this kind of passionate roughness from gentle, bashful Gonzalo. It was both a nice surprise and a huge turn-on.
He tugged at the striker's shirt, and Gonzalo rose to take it off, straddling Miguel's thighs. Miguel quickly wormed himself out of his own shirt, not wanting to miss anything. He had excellent night vision and could spot the bewildered expression on his teammate's face. Horny and confused as hell, Miguel thought. He could think of a million things to say to Gonzalo right now, but his intuition told him to keep his questions to himself or else he'd ruin the mood.
Gonzalo jumped slightly when Miguel's hands roamed up his thighs and pressed against his crotch, finding their target instantly. Having his cock kneaded by his friend and teammate was the last thing he would have thought of when he offered Torres a sleeping place earlier in the evening. But giving in to this maddening arousal felt sinfully delicious. One hand palmed his sac, the other squeezed and rubbed his pole. Gonzalo groaned as flares of heat shot through his system.
"Take them off," Miguel whispered to him, pulling his briefs down his hips.
Lying down beside Miguel, Gonzalo quickly took off his underwear and watched the Spaniard do the same.
"This is crazy…" Gonzalo mumbled, hiding his face in Miguel's neck.
"Don't talk, don't think." Miguel said softly, caressing his hair. "Just… feel."
Still hiding his face and not looking at Torres, Gonzalo trailed a hand up and down his friend's chest, hesitantly tickling a nipple. He just couldn't lie still, it felt way too good to grind and rub against his teammate's warm body. So horny, it ached. Gonzalo lifted his head, seeking Miguel's hot mouth, and the wild tonguing continued where they had left off.
Miguel's hands were all over him, and Gonzalo followed his friend's example; touching, exploring, tasting skin and sucking nipples. The two of them rolled around on the bed, writhing against each other, moaning and panting as their hard poles met between their heated bodies.
Miguel pushed the striker onto his back and shoved his tongue deep into Gonzalo's mouth to absorb his groans as he clenched his fist around his friend's hard on. He rubbed his thumb over the dripping wet slit, delighting in causing Gonzalo to buck his hips wildly. The Argentine was a big boy in every way, and Miguel felt his ass twinge at the thought of being fucked senseless by the rock hard shaft that throbbed against the palm of his hand.
"What do you… what do you want to do?" Gonzalo whispered hoarsely, then cleared his throat. "I have condoms."
Condoms? My my, a man of the world.Miguel giggled with delight. "Do you have lube?"
"Uhm… no."
"I do. Don't go away!" Miguel smirked, quickly jumping out of bed to find his jeans. He returned with a small flask of silicone lube in his hand.
"You always have that with you?" Gonzalo chuckled nervously.
"Just in case," Miguel shrugged.
"Right." Gonzalo raised an eyebrow. Miguel was the biggest scatterbrain he had ever met, the guy hardly knew what day it was or even how old he was and was known to misplace anything save his boots & kit, but was practical enough to carry lubricant in his pocket? Was this whole thing premeditated? He wanted to ask him if it was, but Miguel's delicious mouth travelled from his collar-bone up to his lips and that skilful hand was back to massage his cock. Gonzalo decided it didn't really matter. For now.
"You drive me wild!" he grunted, roughly shoving Torres onto his back and grabbing the defender's thick shaft without thinking twice. Gonzalo groaned along with Miguel's deep, throaty growls, rubbing him up and down.
"Do you want me?" Miguel panted, snaking his hand between their bodies and squeezing the striker's moist pole. "Want to fuck me?"
Gonzalo nodded breathlessly, pressing his lips into a thin stripe. He swallowed hard. "I'll get the condoms."
This was indeed crazy. Had he just agreed to shove his dick up his friend's ass? He opened a drawer in his nightstand and took out a condom, turned to Miguel and sighed as he lay down beside him.
"So, uhm…"
Miguel caressed Gonzalo's cheek with the back of his fingers. "You've got to loosen me up a bit first."
"… Loosen you up?"
"Ever stick your finger up a chick's ass?"
"Yeah, got yelled at for it," Gonzalo laughed, snuggling up against Miguel, loving the intimacy between them.
"I won't yell at you…" Miguel purred, nibbling on his friend's jaw and chin. "I might growl with pleasure, though."
He handed Gonzalo the lube, then rolled over onto his stomach and pushed his butt up. Listening to the soft little groans coming from his flustered friend while Gonzalo gently spread the slick, thin gel between his ass cheeks and stroked his sensitive hole, Miguel thought he was going to combust from horniness. Teaching the slightly younger man the secrets of anal sex, just like Sergio had taught him, was giving him quite a thrill.
The Argentine's long fingers reached deep inside him, stretching him gently. Fingering ass apparently turned Gonzalo on even more, because when Miguel looked over his shoulder, he noticed him pleasuring himself with his other hand. Unable to withstand the need to feel something big inside him, he tore the condom wrapper open and moaned at Gonzalo to get his attention.
"On your back." He nudged the Argentine, who obliged instantly. Miguel quickly rolled the condom down his teammate's thick pole and applied more lube before mounting him and taking position on top of him. It felt like the ultimate seduction, the instant he led Gonzalo's cock towards his fuckhole and slowly impaled himself on it. Miguel heard his own voice crying out with pleasure and the initial pain; thousands of tingling and burning pinpricks shot through him.
Under him, the delicious, muscular body of Gonzalo Higuaín writhed with lust. A deep, guttural groan rose from the striker's lips, and Miguel wished he could turn the lights on to get a better look at his face, but he had a feeling that darkness made the encounter less confrontational for Gonzalo.
Leaning forward on his hands, Miguel started to move, twisting his hips in a slow dance, up and down. Covering every inch of that thick, juicy cock. His moves were met with more groans from his new lover, who had overcome his shame pretty quickly. Gonzalo's hands were on Miguel's hips, following the rhythm as it increased.
"Isn't this good?" Miguel panted, leaning over Gonzalo and placing sloppy kisses on his cheeks and lips.
"It is… I've never been this horny in my life!" Gonzalo pulled his legs up, placing his feet flat on the mattress. He bucked his hips and thrust into Miguel, making the Spaniard grunt with pleasure.
"Oh God, YES, fuck me!" Miguel gasped hoarsely. To his surprise, Gonzalo grabbed a firm hold of him and flipped him over onto his back without withdrawing. The Argentine's weight pinned him down without allowing Miguel time to marvel about how Gonzalo unknowingly treated him the way he loved. 'Toss Miguel around in the sack and he'll be yours forever', Gago had once said to Sergio during one of their threesomes, and damn if it wasn't true.
No, Miguel hardly got a chance to catch his breath. Gonzalo was unleashed; gone was the polite and gentle boy who giggled helplessly at dirty jokes. The Gonzalo who was fucking him was giving him a pounding like a man, hard and wild, pumping him with perfect rhythmic thrusts.
Miguel trailed his hands up and down the damp skin of the striker's back, grabbed his buttocks and felt them clench under his palms. Gonzalo's lower abs stroked against Miguel's cock, the sweet friction driving him out of his mind. He snaked his hand between their bodies and jacked himself off, desperate for release.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Miguel, this is heaven…" Gonzalo groaned onto his friend's panting mouth. Nothing Gonzalo had ever experienced had felt this good. Sweat dripped from his face and he shivered hot and cold. Each and every thrust into the tight heat of Miguel's ass brought him closer and closer to a mind-blowing climax.
"Heaven?" Miguel croaked, "You're fucking me right into oblivion!"
Gonzalo giggled through a groan, feeling the tightness twitching around his cock and Miguel's body tensing up under him.
"I'm gonna come…" Miguel gasped softly.
A wave of intensely pounding heat coursed through Gonzalo's veins and peaked in his groin. He pushed deep into Miguel and growled out his ecstasy. The intensity caused him to crash upon his friend's trembling body.
Miguel wrapped his arms around him and stroked his hair soothingly. Perfect, Gonzalo thought. He didn't want to move and didn't know what to say.
"That was just bloody fucking amazing." Miguel gasped.
"I have nothing to add to that," Gonzalo laughed as he withdrew and fumbled with the condom.
Miguel jumped up and nestled against him. "We're both awfully sticky. Do you have a towel, or a tissue? One tissue is probably not enough, hahaha. Maybe we should shower. You want to shower?"
"Torres…" Gonzalo snickered. "I think we should get some sleep."
"Yeah, but if you start snoring again…"
"I don't snore! But how about this?" Gonzalo smirked, directing Miguel into a spooning position.
"Oh, good thinking!" Miguel snuggled against the Argentine's warm body, "If you sleep on your side, you won't snore."
"I don't… Oh, I give up." Gonzalo yawned, kissed Miguel's neck and closed his eyes to sleep like a baby for the rest of the night.