Showers
Title Showers
Rating R
Pairing Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney, unnamed spectator
Disclaimer This is not true, none of this is real. I do not own anything. *g*
Summary An intimate moment isn’t that intimate when someone’s watching.
A/N If you know who this anonymous guy is, do tell me 'cos I have no idea. lol
I love him, none the less. lol. This is told from second person's perspective.
If you ran out of here and into the dressing room; told someone you saw Cristiano and Wayne wrestling, naked, in the shower room, everyone would probably laugh at you. So maybe it is a good thing there’s no one else left for you to make an ass out of yourself in front of. Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like; maybe it wasn’t anything new and you just haven’t seen it before. You know, as in, they did it all the time and it wasn’t anything sexual.
Right.
From where you’re watching them, you can see it’s sexual. Maybe they aren’t necessarily touching each other deliberately in unspeakable places, but it’s there; the panting, the flushed skin, the almost inappropriate groping.
They’re sliding on the floor, their wet skin squeaking against the floor as they’re rolling around.
Cristiano is laughing, deep chuckles echoing in the room, and it makes you wonder if the Portuguese even realises someone might walk in, be in here already, or if he doesn’t care.
Not that Wayne is any better, or, you know… something, pinning Cristiano against the wet tiles, lying on top of him, his palm pressed against the floor next to Cristiano’s head, muttering something you can’t hear to the winger; something that makes Cristiano laugh even harder, pushing on the English man’s shoulders.
This makes you wonder about the World Cup. It shouldn’t, but it does. You had wondered how easily Rooney let all of his apparent anger go; and this, watching them, pretty much solves that mystery. Oh, Ronnie, you wicked bastard. You bet Rooney would forgive Cristiano anything with all that bronzed skin rubbing against his. You definitely would, and it looks like he does, too.
You realise it’s gotten quiet. Oddly quiet. Furrowing your eyebrows, you focus on the pair again and you see Wayne’s lips sucking the laughter from Cristiano’s lips.
It’s odd, watching them, you decide and try to leave the showers quietly. You hear a wet smack and Cristiano’s laughter again, this time accompanied by Wayne’s.
That soft, low rumble of the Portuguese’s voice is doing something to you and you curse inwardly. Fuck. If only you would use shorts for showering, then you could at least try to hide your hardening cock, if not from anyone else, at least from yourself. Humiliating, that’s a word you would use right now. Not only are you invading a seemingly private encounter, but you have to be perving, too.
Brilliant.
You’ve lost them, you realise when you find yourself staring blankly at the empty spot on the floor; the spot where Cristiano and Wayne had been. Panicking, you lean against the tile wall of your cubicle and listen wildly for any sounds that might indicate their whereabouts.
This time it’s not laughter that reaches your ears. You can feel your cock jump slightly at the sound that echoes throughout the room. Even though you’ve never considered it, you wouldn’t have thought a single word, a name, could affect you so fucking much.
Cristiano. You wouldn’t say that Wayne’s voice was anything special, no... But that breathy moan of the Portuguese’s name…. that definitely suited his lips. Glancing around the wall of your cubicle; the wall separating you and the pair; your heart thumping wildly against your ribcage, you see that whereas Cristiano’s name suited the English man’s lips, Wayne’s cock suited the winger’s swollen lips perfectly.
Pulling back hastily, eyes wide, you try to shake the images of Cristiano on his knees in front of Rooney out of your head as you head out of the room. You’re not supposed to see that, you keep telling yourself as you make your legs move towards the lockers, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to face Cristiano and Wayne tomorrow; especially Cristiano and that cocky grin of his.
Rating R
Pairing Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney, unnamed spectator
Disclaimer This is not true, none of this is real. I do not own anything. *g*
Summary An intimate moment isn’t that intimate when someone’s watching.
A/N If you know who this anonymous guy is, do tell me 'cos I have no idea. lol
I love him, none the less. lol. This is told from second person's perspective.
If you ran out of here and into the dressing room; told someone you saw Cristiano and Wayne wrestling, naked, in the shower room, everyone would probably laugh at you. So maybe it is a good thing there’s no one else left for you to make an ass out of yourself in front of. Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like; maybe it wasn’t anything new and you just haven’t seen it before. You know, as in, they did it all the time and it wasn’t anything sexual.
Right.
From where you’re watching them, you can see it’s sexual. Maybe they aren’t necessarily touching each other deliberately in unspeakable places, but it’s there; the panting, the flushed skin, the almost inappropriate groping.
They’re sliding on the floor, their wet skin squeaking against the floor as they’re rolling around.
Cristiano is laughing, deep chuckles echoing in the room, and it makes you wonder if the Portuguese even realises someone might walk in, be in here already, or if he doesn’t care.
Not that Wayne is any better, or, you know… something, pinning Cristiano against the wet tiles, lying on top of him, his palm pressed against the floor next to Cristiano’s head, muttering something you can’t hear to the winger; something that makes Cristiano laugh even harder, pushing on the English man’s shoulders.
This makes you wonder about the World Cup. It shouldn’t, but it does. You had wondered how easily Rooney let all of his apparent anger go; and this, watching them, pretty much solves that mystery. Oh, Ronnie, you wicked bastard. You bet Rooney would forgive Cristiano anything with all that bronzed skin rubbing against his. You definitely would, and it looks like he does, too.
You realise it’s gotten quiet. Oddly quiet. Furrowing your eyebrows, you focus on the pair again and you see Wayne’s lips sucking the laughter from Cristiano’s lips.
It’s odd, watching them, you decide and try to leave the showers quietly. You hear a wet smack and Cristiano’s laughter again, this time accompanied by Wayne’s.
That soft, low rumble of the Portuguese’s voice is doing something to you and you curse inwardly. Fuck. If only you would use shorts for showering, then you could at least try to hide your hardening cock, if not from anyone else, at least from yourself. Humiliating, that’s a word you would use right now. Not only are you invading a seemingly private encounter, but you have to be perving, too.
Brilliant.
You’ve lost them, you realise when you find yourself staring blankly at the empty spot on the floor; the spot where Cristiano and Wayne had been. Panicking, you lean against the tile wall of your cubicle and listen wildly for any sounds that might indicate their whereabouts.
This time it’s not laughter that reaches your ears. You can feel your cock jump slightly at the sound that echoes throughout the room. Even though you’ve never considered it, you wouldn’t have thought a single word, a name, could affect you so fucking much.
Cristiano. You wouldn’t say that Wayne’s voice was anything special, no... But that breathy moan of the Portuguese’s name…. that definitely suited his lips. Glancing around the wall of your cubicle; the wall separating you and the pair; your heart thumping wildly against your ribcage, you see that whereas Cristiano’s name suited the English man’s lips, Wayne’s cock suited the winger’s swollen lips perfectly.
Pulling back hastily, eyes wide, you try to shake the images of Cristiano on his knees in front of Rooney out of your head as you head out of the room. You’re not supposed to see that, you keep telling yourself as you make your legs move towards the lockers, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to face Cristiano and Wayne tomorrow; especially Cristiano and that cocky grin of his.