fic:reality in another's touch
title: reality in another's touch
pairing: david beckham/juan mata
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for age differences party at keys_in_a_pot
i have no idea to what extent david beckham knows the spanish langauge nor do i know juan mata's english skills. if the spanish is phrase in correctly please let me know. i am still learning :)
David shakes his head to himself as he slowly approaches the door. He doesn’t know the exact reason why he is here, why he has accepted Jose Maria’s invitation anyway. What is even better however is he somehow ends up with a Castilla out of everyone, remembering the boy although quite vaguely. His eyes however David cannot forget, wide with such innocence, the gray darkening to an almost black. Funny though how everything seems to lead back to Real Madrid...
He lets himself into the room, careful to close the door behind him quietly. When he sees the boy sitting on the edge of the mattress, his fingers and eyes on his mobile, David laughs sadly. Age may just be a number but David cannot deny that he doesn’t feel every single one of his thirty-five years. Seeing Juan sitting there, smiling down at something he is reading just reinforces the fact.
As he approaches the bed, Juan looks up and offers a shy smile before tucking his mobile into his pocket. David takes a seat next to him and instead of attempting to have a conversation consisting of broken Spanish and English he does what comes naturally to him. He kisses Juan, his mouth supple and soft and gentle. David brings his hands to frame the boy’s face and neck.
It’s ridiculous how much he tastes like youth, almost as ridiculous as the fact that David tries to drink in as much as he can. He loves the way Juan sways towards him, how his hands come up to wrap around David’s waist (like he’s not sure he’s allowed to). His cock pulses under his jeans at the sheer trust and willingness. Though he knows Juan must have heard about him from others...
When David had been gearing up to make his way to the room earlier, Guti had pulled him to the side and with the trademark grin of his he had told David that whatever happens between him and the boy tonight would get back to a certain captain in Madrid. David had laughed of course because everyone knows who ran that particular relationship. Although he had thought it was rather cute of the other man to try to insert some authority.
However now with the boy all but melting in his embrace David isn’t too sure he doesn’t want tonight’s activities to be known.
He licks at Juan’s mouth, pulls away quickly before adding another rapid lick. It’s repeated for a few licks before Juan lets out a little whine, the sound needy and just a little short of pathetic in David’s mind. He relents though, crushing their mouths together and this time he submits his tongue to the boy’s pleasure. He’s not surprised when Juan’s tongue barely swipes at his lips before slowly making its way inside. David chuckles softly into his mouth as he encourages the young Spaniard with a caress to his cheek. It is then Juan kisses him a little harder and lets their tongues press and slide against one another.
For Juan the moment is surreal. He hadn’t really known what tonight was all about except that Guti’s parties are always the topic of conversations. Then to end up with David Beckham, the only footballer to cover magazines all over the world, synonymous with the term sex symbol? It would be fruitless to deny his attraction or the erection he is sure David could feel against his thigh. He remembers seeing him in Madrid, at Valdebebas on a few occasions but he never got the opportunity to meet the Englishman one-on-one. Oh of course everyone talked about him on one occasion or another but he never had the pleasure of experiencing David Beckham himself...
“¿Te gusta...?” It’s mumbled against Juan’s tongue, pushing into his mouth. If he isn’t so preoccupied he would have laughed at how the man could make two words sound so unsure. However Juan only tightens his hold on David’s hips and presses a few ‘si, si, si’’s of his own against his tongue.
And then he finds himself being pressing back against the mattress, lying flat with David on top. The kiss doesn’t break and it makes Juan moan when there is pressure against his hardening cock. His fingers dig in a little harder, a little deeper into his David’s skin that if he wasn’t lying underneath him he would be concerned for indenting such skin.
Gasps fill the air, heaving panting, when David pulls away, his eyes no longer green but dark and ever revealing. His hands rest on Juan’s shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gently. There’s so much he suddenly wants to do to the boy. Patience, he thinks. He wants to savour this as much as he can.
“¿Qué quieres?”
This time Juan does let out a puff of laughter, a smile settling on his reddened lips. “Lo que quieras.” When he doesn’t get a response immediately Juan frowns slightly, his mind trying to come up with a way to rephrase, except David cuts him off seconds later with another breathtaking kiss. This time David grins as he looks down on him.
“Perfecto.”
David’s hands slide down his body, thumbs pressing against nipples and when he reaches the hem of his shirt, he lifts it up and over Juan’s head. The body that is bared in front of him surprises him for a moment: not expecting the sculptured body of a man but that one of a boys, undefined and a little pudgy much like his own during his youth. He’s not complaining of course as he settles the flat of his palms against Juan’s firm and muscular abdomen. He loves how it trembles slightly.
“¿Cuantos... Qué...” And really he has no idea how to continue. So David tries again in English, slow and patronizing though he doesn’t mean to. He just wants to make sure Juan knows what he’s getting into (though it could be argued he does by what has taken place so far). “Sex,” Juan’s eyes widen at that so David takes as a sign that he understands, “with a man, hombre, before?” He winces at the phrasing but when Juan blushes lightly he breathes in relief that he was at least comprehendible.
“Poco.”
David raises a brow to that though he smiles and doesn’t question him. He nods before letting the boy up. “No te... preocupes?” It ends up being a question because he’s never really had the grasp on Spanish like his sons do. Juan chuckles and nods however so David takes that as a little victory. He smiles before he leaves the bed and walks away from the boy, not announcing where he is going.
Juan shuffles back until he hits the mount of pillows and he breathes in deep. He hadn’t lied when he answered David about his experience with men. The most he’s done is kiss and jerk off another man, a boy when he was younger back in Burgos. It wasn’t too long ago if he thinks about it...
A tug to pant leg brings him back to the present and he coughs when he sees David now nude, hunched over onto his knees. And good Lord all he sees is ink, smooth and precise lines that cover every inch of skin from his shoulders to wrists. Juan can see the tattoo that curls on his side as well, threatening to spill onto his stomach. He takes in a deep breath.
“¿Por favor?” David asks as he tugs again.
Juan is quick to nod his assent before unbuckling his belt buckle. He lets the older man slide it off his body however. Folding the pants carefully, David places them on the ground to the side of the bed before climbing on top of the boy. He places his hands on either side of slim hips, his fingers soothing tense muscles before running them down to cup his thighs. He parts his legs carefully and allows himself to settle between them. Juan is looking up at him with such curiosity, with such innocence, with such trust that it makes his cock a little harder.
Leaning in, David lowers his lips to the boy’s neck and laves his collarbone with kisses and swipes with his tongue. Juan lets out a shaky breath before he wraps his arms around David’s back. The older man is half hard against his thigh, his own cock trapped between their stomachs.
It’s ridiculous how close he already is.
“David.”
The ‘a’ and ‘i’ of his name are stretched out, sounding breathy and needy and in a way he hasn’t heard in a very long time. The feeling that shoots through David is insane and he needs every bit of his strength to rein his desires in. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy after all.
He reaches behind their bodies for the bottle of lubricant he had retrieved from the bathroom when he shed his clothes earlier. He doesn’t know what he wants to do to Juan exactly except that he wants it all.
He drops the lotion next to their bodies as he slips a hand to curl around Juan’s cock. It’s hard and wet against his stomach and he knows the boy is close. Luckily they have all night. David leans up and kisses Juan’s lips with intent, his fingers tightening. Juan relaxes against the mattress.
Slowly, David starts to move his hand as do Juan’s hips, working together and in synchronization. The boy whimpers into his mouth and when he comes with just a few strokes, he bites down on David’s bottom lip. He does his best to hold David firm against his body so he cannot see the blush that covers his cheeks but the Englishman is much stronger than he is.
“Lo siento,” Juan murmurs, his eyes all but closed as he is not sure he can look at the other man right now.
A hand covers his cheek however and all but forces him to look up at David who is staring at him with a look of... understanding. He smiles as he kisses Juan’s lips lightly. He doesn’t need words, knows Juan won’t appreciate then right now so he just kisses him again, a little harder this time.
He lets up just to trail his way down Juan’s body, stopping to lick and bite at nipples or a spot right below his ribcage and oh his bellybutton is just begging for attention too. David is not going to deny that he doesn’t like the feeling of a trembling body underneath his. It’s addicting.
Reach over to the side, David wipes his hand on the bedding (thank God this is not his place) and gets onto his knees. He looks down at the boy who is staring up at him with such wild eyes, his chest moving up and down erratically. Now - now he knows exactly what he wants to do.
When he takes Juan’s cock in his mouth - well just lets the head rest on his lips for a moment before taking it all the way in - the boy groans and grinds the back of his head against the pillow. His airways suddenly feel tiny or heavily clouded. He chokes in a breath but it’s not enough.
David grips his thighs with his fingers, digging into soft skin and hard muscle. His tongue is flat against the underside of Juan’s hard cock. He can feel how close the boy is again. Again. The thought makes him smile, his lips stretched obscenely around Juan’s cock. Oh youth.
However instead of making him come which wouldn’t take much anyhow, David pulls off. With steady hands he pushes Juan’s legs back as far as he can and grins down at him.
“¿Listo?”
And of course David doesn’t wait for an answer because he knows. He knows if he gives the boy opportunity to hesitate he will so he doesn’t. He holds Juan’s thighs open and lowers his mouth to the skin right below his balls and sucks lightly.
His breathing picks up even more and Juan thinks he’s going to hyperventilate. His hands clench against the bed sheets, his eyes now closed, mouth parted lightly. Juan wants more but he’s afraid to ask for it.
Luckily he doesn’t need to.
Sliding just a little lower, David licks at him carefully and Juan’s body jumps under his lips. David just continues however, taking it as a good sign that he has been pushed away yet. He kisses around it, little pecks that just graze the skin before licking at the puckered skin once again. It flexes against his lips and he pushes his tongue against it lightly.
A string of incoherent Spanish (although he wouldn’t have understood it anyway) fills the warm, damp air. David takes it as permission to push in a little further.
Juan is seeing red now behind closed eyes, accompanied by little sparks of bright light. He’s never imagined such a feeling, never felt such sensation.
David gets a finger inside him as well, working in tandem with his tongue to loosen the boy as much as is possible. On the fifth or sixth stroke he finds Juan’s spot deep within him and his body spasms though he relaxes around David’s tongue and finger.
It is then David decides the boy needs to come again.
Juan shouts and when he thinks about it later he is sure others hear him but in the moment he doesn’t care, can’t care because his orgasm takes over his mind, his body, his soul. His cock hadn’t even been touched this time but here he is, his stomach covered in semen. His breathing doesn’t slow immediately, his head still swimming on such a high.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so... alive.
**
A coppery taste floods his taste buds as he bites down on his lip. He focuses on the taste, how it is foreign on his tongue, heavy. Anything to distract him from the hard, deep thrusts into his body.
David has been nothing but accommodating, making sure he had been properly stretched before entering him. Juan’s body had shot up at the initial intrusion however and though now - a few strokes later - it feels better - good - each thrust is still tinged with pain. He feels raw: his body, his skin, his muscles, his mind, his mouth, his ass, his cock. Raw, yet he wants more. Needs it.
And David, of course David knows this already. He’s been showering him with soft kisses and reassuring words mostly in English though Juan is pretty sure he’s heard cariño a few times through the haze of pain and pleasure. He likes it when David kisses him, their mouths locked together in such a way it makes him forget about the discomfort.
Then David is hitting his prostate rhythmically with every stroke and Juan is seeing stars, screaming out that leaves his throat raw and scratchy.
He doesn’t even remember if he comes because he blacks out
**
With a kiss to the boy’s warm forehead, David pulls the sheets up Juan’s youthful body, now relatively clean from any signs of sex. Well of course the ones that are visible at least. Instead of leaving however, he stares down at the sleeping figure.
The boy reminds him of so much he misses.
****
¿Te gusta...? - do you like...?
¿Qué quieres? - what do you want?
Lo que quieras - whatever you want
Perfecto - perfect
Cuantos... Qué... - how much... what
Poco - little
No te preocupes - don't worry
Listo - ready
Cariño - love, dear (term of endearment)
pairing: david beckham/juan mata
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for age differences party at keys_in_a_pot
i have no idea to what extent david beckham knows the spanish langauge nor do i know juan mata's english skills. if the spanish is phrase in correctly please let me know. i am still learning :)
David shakes his head to himself as he slowly approaches the door. He doesn’t know the exact reason why he is here, why he has accepted Jose Maria’s invitation anyway. What is even better however is he somehow ends up with a Castilla out of everyone, remembering the boy although quite vaguely. His eyes however David cannot forget, wide with such innocence, the gray darkening to an almost black. Funny though how everything seems to lead back to Real Madrid...
He lets himself into the room, careful to close the door behind him quietly. When he sees the boy sitting on the edge of the mattress, his fingers and eyes on his mobile, David laughs sadly. Age may just be a number but David cannot deny that he doesn’t feel every single one of his thirty-five years. Seeing Juan sitting there, smiling down at something he is reading just reinforces the fact.
As he approaches the bed, Juan looks up and offers a shy smile before tucking his mobile into his pocket. David takes a seat next to him and instead of attempting to have a conversation consisting of broken Spanish and English he does what comes naturally to him. He kisses Juan, his mouth supple and soft and gentle. David brings his hands to frame the boy’s face and neck.
It’s ridiculous how much he tastes like youth, almost as ridiculous as the fact that David tries to drink in as much as he can. He loves the way Juan sways towards him, how his hands come up to wrap around David’s waist (like he’s not sure he’s allowed to). His cock pulses under his jeans at the sheer trust and willingness. Though he knows Juan must have heard about him from others...
When David had been gearing up to make his way to the room earlier, Guti had pulled him to the side and with the trademark grin of his he had told David that whatever happens between him and the boy tonight would get back to a certain captain in Madrid. David had laughed of course because everyone knows who ran that particular relationship. Although he had thought it was rather cute of the other man to try to insert some authority.
However now with the boy all but melting in his embrace David isn’t too sure he doesn’t want tonight’s activities to be known.
He licks at Juan’s mouth, pulls away quickly before adding another rapid lick. It’s repeated for a few licks before Juan lets out a little whine, the sound needy and just a little short of pathetic in David’s mind. He relents though, crushing their mouths together and this time he submits his tongue to the boy’s pleasure. He’s not surprised when Juan’s tongue barely swipes at his lips before slowly making its way inside. David chuckles softly into his mouth as he encourages the young Spaniard with a caress to his cheek. It is then Juan kisses him a little harder and lets their tongues press and slide against one another.
For Juan the moment is surreal. He hadn’t really known what tonight was all about except that Guti’s parties are always the topic of conversations. Then to end up with David Beckham, the only footballer to cover magazines all over the world, synonymous with the term sex symbol? It would be fruitless to deny his attraction or the erection he is sure David could feel against his thigh. He remembers seeing him in Madrid, at Valdebebas on a few occasions but he never got the opportunity to meet the Englishman one-on-one. Oh of course everyone talked about him on one occasion or another but he never had the pleasure of experiencing David Beckham himself...
“¿Te gusta...?” It’s mumbled against Juan’s tongue, pushing into his mouth. If he isn’t so preoccupied he would have laughed at how the man could make two words sound so unsure. However Juan only tightens his hold on David’s hips and presses a few ‘si, si, si’’s of his own against his tongue.
And then he finds himself being pressing back against the mattress, lying flat with David on top. The kiss doesn’t break and it makes Juan moan when there is pressure against his hardening cock. His fingers dig in a little harder, a little deeper into his David’s skin that if he wasn’t lying underneath him he would be concerned for indenting such skin.
Gasps fill the air, heaving panting, when David pulls away, his eyes no longer green but dark and ever revealing. His hands rest on Juan’s shoulders, his thumbs rubbing gently. There’s so much he suddenly wants to do to the boy. Patience, he thinks. He wants to savour this as much as he can.
“¿Qué quieres?”
This time Juan does let out a puff of laughter, a smile settling on his reddened lips. “Lo que quieras.” When he doesn’t get a response immediately Juan frowns slightly, his mind trying to come up with a way to rephrase, except David cuts him off seconds later with another breathtaking kiss. This time David grins as he looks down on him.
“Perfecto.”
David’s hands slide down his body, thumbs pressing against nipples and when he reaches the hem of his shirt, he lifts it up and over Juan’s head. The body that is bared in front of him surprises him for a moment: not expecting the sculptured body of a man but that one of a boys, undefined and a little pudgy much like his own during his youth. He’s not complaining of course as he settles the flat of his palms against Juan’s firm and muscular abdomen. He loves how it trembles slightly.
“¿Cuantos... Qué...” And really he has no idea how to continue. So David tries again in English, slow and patronizing though he doesn’t mean to. He just wants to make sure Juan knows what he’s getting into (though it could be argued he does by what has taken place so far). “Sex,” Juan’s eyes widen at that so David takes as a sign that he understands, “with a man, hombre, before?” He winces at the phrasing but when Juan blushes lightly he breathes in relief that he was at least comprehendible.
“Poco.”
David raises a brow to that though he smiles and doesn’t question him. He nods before letting the boy up. “No te... preocupes?” It ends up being a question because he’s never really had the grasp on Spanish like his sons do. Juan chuckles and nods however so David takes that as a little victory. He smiles before he leaves the bed and walks away from the boy, not announcing where he is going.
Juan shuffles back until he hits the mount of pillows and he breathes in deep. He hadn’t lied when he answered David about his experience with men. The most he’s done is kiss and jerk off another man, a boy when he was younger back in Burgos. It wasn’t too long ago if he thinks about it...
A tug to pant leg brings him back to the present and he coughs when he sees David now nude, hunched over onto his knees. And good Lord all he sees is ink, smooth and precise lines that cover every inch of skin from his shoulders to wrists. Juan can see the tattoo that curls on his side as well, threatening to spill onto his stomach. He takes in a deep breath.
“¿Por favor?” David asks as he tugs again.
Juan is quick to nod his assent before unbuckling his belt buckle. He lets the older man slide it off his body however. Folding the pants carefully, David places them on the ground to the side of the bed before climbing on top of the boy. He places his hands on either side of slim hips, his fingers soothing tense muscles before running them down to cup his thighs. He parts his legs carefully and allows himself to settle between them. Juan is looking up at him with such curiosity, with such innocence, with such trust that it makes his cock a little harder.
Leaning in, David lowers his lips to the boy’s neck and laves his collarbone with kisses and swipes with his tongue. Juan lets out a shaky breath before he wraps his arms around David’s back. The older man is half hard against his thigh, his own cock trapped between their stomachs.
It’s ridiculous how close he already is.
“David.”
The ‘a’ and ‘i’ of his name are stretched out, sounding breathy and needy and in a way he hasn’t heard in a very long time. The feeling that shoots through David is insane and he needs every bit of his strength to rein his desires in. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy after all.
He reaches behind their bodies for the bottle of lubricant he had retrieved from the bathroom when he shed his clothes earlier. He doesn’t know what he wants to do to Juan exactly except that he wants it all.
He drops the lotion next to their bodies as he slips a hand to curl around Juan’s cock. It’s hard and wet against his stomach and he knows the boy is close. Luckily they have all night. David leans up and kisses Juan’s lips with intent, his fingers tightening. Juan relaxes against the mattress.
Slowly, David starts to move his hand as do Juan’s hips, working together and in synchronization. The boy whimpers into his mouth and when he comes with just a few strokes, he bites down on David’s bottom lip. He does his best to hold David firm against his body so he cannot see the blush that covers his cheeks but the Englishman is much stronger than he is.
“Lo siento,” Juan murmurs, his eyes all but closed as he is not sure he can look at the other man right now.
A hand covers his cheek however and all but forces him to look up at David who is staring at him with a look of... understanding. He smiles as he kisses Juan’s lips lightly. He doesn’t need words, knows Juan won’t appreciate then right now so he just kisses him again, a little harder this time.
He lets up just to trail his way down Juan’s body, stopping to lick and bite at nipples or a spot right below his ribcage and oh his bellybutton is just begging for attention too. David is not going to deny that he doesn’t like the feeling of a trembling body underneath his. It’s addicting.
Reach over to the side, David wipes his hand on the bedding (thank God this is not his place) and gets onto his knees. He looks down at the boy who is staring up at him with such wild eyes, his chest moving up and down erratically. Now - now he knows exactly what he wants to do.
When he takes Juan’s cock in his mouth - well just lets the head rest on his lips for a moment before taking it all the way in - the boy groans and grinds the back of his head against the pillow. His airways suddenly feel tiny or heavily clouded. He chokes in a breath but it’s not enough.
David grips his thighs with his fingers, digging into soft skin and hard muscle. His tongue is flat against the underside of Juan’s hard cock. He can feel how close the boy is again. Again. The thought makes him smile, his lips stretched obscenely around Juan’s cock. Oh youth.
However instead of making him come which wouldn’t take much anyhow, David pulls off. With steady hands he pushes Juan’s legs back as far as he can and grins down at him.
“¿Listo?”
And of course David doesn’t wait for an answer because he knows. He knows if he gives the boy opportunity to hesitate he will so he doesn’t. He holds Juan’s thighs open and lowers his mouth to the skin right below his balls and sucks lightly.
His breathing picks up even more and Juan thinks he’s going to hyperventilate. His hands clench against the bed sheets, his eyes now closed, mouth parted lightly. Juan wants more but he’s afraid to ask for it.
Luckily he doesn’t need to.
Sliding just a little lower, David licks at him carefully and Juan’s body jumps under his lips. David just continues however, taking it as a good sign that he has been pushed away yet. He kisses around it, little pecks that just graze the skin before licking at the puckered skin once again. It flexes against his lips and he pushes his tongue against it lightly.
A string of incoherent Spanish (although he wouldn’t have understood it anyway) fills the warm, damp air. David takes it as permission to push in a little further.
Juan is seeing red now behind closed eyes, accompanied by little sparks of bright light. He’s never imagined such a feeling, never felt such sensation.
David gets a finger inside him as well, working in tandem with his tongue to loosen the boy as much as is possible. On the fifth or sixth stroke he finds Juan’s spot deep within him and his body spasms though he relaxes around David’s tongue and finger.
It is then David decides the boy needs to come again.
Juan shouts and when he thinks about it later he is sure others hear him but in the moment he doesn’t care, can’t care because his orgasm takes over his mind, his body, his soul. His cock hadn’t even been touched this time but here he is, his stomach covered in semen. His breathing doesn’t slow immediately, his head still swimming on such a high.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so... alive.
**
A coppery taste floods his taste buds as he bites down on his lip. He focuses on the taste, how it is foreign on his tongue, heavy. Anything to distract him from the hard, deep thrusts into his body.
David has been nothing but accommodating, making sure he had been properly stretched before entering him. Juan’s body had shot up at the initial intrusion however and though now - a few strokes later - it feels better - good - each thrust is still tinged with pain. He feels raw: his body, his skin, his muscles, his mind, his mouth, his ass, his cock. Raw, yet he wants more. Needs it.
And David, of course David knows this already. He’s been showering him with soft kisses and reassuring words mostly in English though Juan is pretty sure he’s heard cariño a few times through the haze of pain and pleasure. He likes it when David kisses him, their mouths locked together in such a way it makes him forget about the discomfort.
Then David is hitting his prostate rhythmically with every stroke and Juan is seeing stars, screaming out that leaves his throat raw and scratchy.
He doesn’t even remember if he comes because he blacks out
**
With a kiss to the boy’s warm forehead, David pulls the sheets up Juan’s youthful body, now relatively clean from any signs of sex. Well of course the ones that are visible at least. Instead of leaving however, he stares down at the sleeping figure.
The boy reminds him of so much he misses.
****
¿Te gusta...? - do you like...?
¿Qué quieres? - what do you want?
Lo que quieras - whatever you want
Perfecto - perfect
Cuantos... Qué... - how much... what
Poco - little
No te preocupes - don't worry
Listo - ready
Cariño - love, dear (term of endearment)