Betaurreko
Language English
Fandom Football
Characters Fernando Llorente & Javi Martínez
Words 909
Summary Javi is writing in his journal, wearing his glasses.
Rating PG-13
Beta'ed No
Disclaimer This is all in my head and in no way meant to be real.
Note This, this and this.
Betaurreko
“Javi, where are you... oh.” Fernando had burst into the hotel room but stopped short when he saw Javi sitting on the bed, journal in his lap and tapping his pen against his lips. The midfielder turned around to look at him, smiling a little while he pushed his sliding glasses back up with his free hand.
“Hey, come in. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Javi patted the space next to him and continued writing. Fernando blinked, closed the door behind him and shuffled towards the bed, crawling over it and settled down next to Javi, the midfielder immediately shifting so he leaned against Fernando. The blond draped an arm around Javi’s shoulders and pulled him a little closer, leaning against the headboard.
The room was silent besides the soft scribbling of Javi’s pen on the paper and the occasional noise from the hallway. Fernando was quietly observing Javi, taking in his messy black locks and concentrated frown on his face while he pressed his pen against his lips again, thinking about what he wanted to write. His glasses slid down a little and he pushed them back up with the tip of his pen, the motion distracting Fernando and the striker focused his gaze on the glasses, taking in its frame, the square lenses and the way they made Javi’s brown eyes look bigger. They made the midfielder look ridiculous hot and Fernando itched to kiss him all over, to make him gasp and flush so red that his glasses got misty.
So he did just that, lowering his head until his lips touched Javi’s neck, kissing his pulse-point gently at first, sucking a little when the midfielder gasped. He dragged his lips a little higher, covering Javi’s throat with little kisses and soft nips until he reached his jaw line.
“Fer, no.” Javi got out and pushed the striker away, shifting away a little so Fernando couldn’t reach his neck anymore.
“But,” Fernando reached out to slide his hands over Javi’s sides, making the midfielder laugh that high pitched awkward laughter that the striker loved to hear, and pulled Javi’s shirt up, revealing tanned skin and muscles. “You look so hot.”
“Fer, please, I’m writing.” Javi recovered from his laughing and slapped Fernando’s hands away, fixing his shirt and pulled up his legs to create a barrier between himself and the striker.
Fernando pouted but stopped trying to touch Javi, instead he sat back and stared at the midfielder, slowly undressing him in his mind.
The midfielder looked up a couple of times, blushing when he caught Fernando’s intense gaze and looked back at his journal, unable to remember what he wanted to write.
“Fer, stop it.” He hissed when he looked up again to find the striker licking his lips.
“I’m not doing anything.” Fernando gave his best innocent but Javi didn’t buy it. He glared at the striker for a few seconds before looking back at his journal, nibbling on his pen while he tried to find the right words.
He felt the bed dip and heard the sheets rustle a little as Fernando moved but he refused to look up to see what the striker was doing, having finally remembered what he wanted to write.
“Are you done yet?” Fernando breathed into his ear and Javi jerked away, pen skidding over the paper and leaving a long, black line behind.
“Fer, no! Look at what you did!” Javi yelled annoyed, holding the journal up to show Fernando the black line. The striker carefully plucked the journal out his hands and closed it, laying it gently on the nightstand together with the pen. He cornered Javi against the headboard, kissing his jaw line and tugging a little on his earlobe with his teeth, making the midfielder moan.
“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?” The striker whispered into his ear, breath tickling the little hairs there and Javi gave in, unable to resist Fernando when the blond was horny and kissing all the right spots.
“Why are you suddenly so horny?” He gasped when Fernando kissed that spot behind his ear. The striker pulled away with a faint blush on his cheeks, shrugging a little as if he didn’t know but Javi knew he was lying.
“Tell me.” Javi crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the blond.
“I... fine, your glasses okay. They make you look so sexy, so hot.” Fernando mumbled, making Javi laugh a little until he realised the striker was being honest.
“Really? You like them that much?” Javi asked, dragging his glasses down a little and up again, a wicked grin appearing when he noticed how Fernando’s blue gaze followed every movement. He slowly took them off and the striker reacted immediately, grabbing Javi’s wrist to stop his hand.
“Don’t.” He whispered, carefully pushing the glasses back up while he stared into Javi’s eyes, blue gaze stern and commending and the midfielder felt heat pooling in his stomach at that look.
“Keep them on, okay?” Fernando commanded, voice stern while his hands slid under Javi’s shirt, firmly stroking his skin.
“Alright.” Javi whispered hoarsely, all his annoyance at Fernando forgotten as the striker’s stern voice turned him on immensely. Fernando smiled and Javi made a mental note to wear his glasses more often when the striker was around before his mind clouded over with lust when the blond pulled him into a breath-taking kiss.