football100 prompt: #96: writer's choice (iker/sergio)
Title: Maybe.
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 324.
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Note: For football100. Prompt #96: Writer's Choice.
"Just lay here with me for awhile," Iker mumbles.
Sergio looks over at Iker who has his eyes closed but is anything but asleep, who is sweaty from the sex they'd just had and who is jittery with desperation still. (They aren't apart much but when they are, it hurts. It hurts them both.) He looks at his scruffy face, at the scar on the underside of his chin where the hair refuses to grow. He reaches over and rests his hand lightly on Iker's stomach, feeling the movement of muscles there, the slight tension and then the hollow lift of it as he breathes. He slides his hand up with a silken sound until he's right over his heart and Iker opens his eyes now, watching Sergio's face, how soft his lips are right now, how large his lowered eyes.
Sergio frames the skin that covers Iker's heart with both hands and he leans down to kiss at it, mouth even softer with care, with worship. Iker lowers his arms and wraps them around Sergio as tightly as he'll let himself. Sergio kisses up to the scratchy hair on his chin and he nuzzles it with a sigh. Iker's hands are petting him now and it's making Sergio stretch and curl like a cat. Their mouths meet and it's so perfect that it's almost mid-kiss before it starts. Iker's breath stammers across Sergio's cheek and he's holding him so tight that Sergio knows he's feeling so much, he's feeling more than he will ever say and it makes Sergio ache, it makes him want to beg for words, for reassurance, for admissions, for secrets, for his love, just for a few seconds of it.
"You want me to stay the night maybe?"
Iker folds Sergio down against his chest and sighs so deeply Sergio's body lifts with it. Sergio stares across the room at the flickering television and he can hear Iker's mind working.
"If you want."
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 324.
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Note: For football100. Prompt #96: Writer's Choice.
"Just lay here with me for awhile," Iker mumbles.
Sergio looks over at Iker who has his eyes closed but is anything but asleep, who is sweaty from the sex they'd just had and who is jittery with desperation still. (They aren't apart much but when they are, it hurts. It hurts them both.) He looks at his scruffy face, at the scar on the underside of his chin where the hair refuses to grow. He reaches over and rests his hand lightly on Iker's stomach, feeling the movement of muscles there, the slight tension and then the hollow lift of it as he breathes. He slides his hand up with a silken sound until he's right over his heart and Iker opens his eyes now, watching Sergio's face, how soft his lips are right now, how large his lowered eyes.
Sergio frames the skin that covers Iker's heart with both hands and he leans down to kiss at it, mouth even softer with care, with worship. Iker lowers his arms and wraps them around Sergio as tightly as he'll let himself. Sergio kisses up to the scratchy hair on his chin and he nuzzles it with a sigh. Iker's hands are petting him now and it's making Sergio stretch and curl like a cat. Their mouths meet and it's so perfect that it's almost mid-kiss before it starts. Iker's breath stammers across Sergio's cheek and he's holding him so tight that Sergio knows he's feeling so much, he's feeling more than he will ever say and it makes Sergio ache, it makes him want to beg for words, for reassurance, for admissions, for secrets, for his love, just for a few seconds of it.
"You want me to stay the night maybe?"
Iker folds Sergio down against his chest and sighs so deeply Sergio's body lifts with it. Sergio stares across the room at the flickering television and he can hear Iker's mind working.
"If you want."