They made me do it!
Title: Red Card
Author: neuroticfangirl
Fandom: Football
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I sincerely hope this never happened.
Warnings: Wayne Rooney, graphic m/m sex - you have been warned
Feedback: Yes please. Just comment.
Author's notes: This is un-beta'd. That's because it broke my beta reader (can't blame her either ;-). Also, to this day I cannot satisfactorily explain, even to myself, why I wrote this. They were all over each other at and after the World Cup, though, so I shall just say they made me. An alternative theory would be revenge for the two months I had to listen to stories about Wayne Rooney's meta-tarsal on the national news.
Red Card
"So, how confident are you of winning tomorrow, Rooney-boy?" Cristiano asked, pulling on his trousers with a glint in his eye.
"We're gonna kick you arses straight back to Lisbon, mate!" Wayne was sprawled on the bed, naked and just about recovering from he thought had been a pretty good shag.
"Feeling cocky, are we? You up for a little bet then?"
Wayne raised an eyebrow.
"If you win, I'll turn up to our next training session in a giant chicken suit. If we win..." Cristiano licked his lips, "I get to top."
Wayne considered it for a minute. England had been playing badly so far, but he thought it was only because they knew they could get away with it. He had no doubt that they would pull themselves together for the Portugal game.
"You've got yourself a bet, pretty boy."
Cristiano's face broke into the happiest smile Wayne had ever seen. The Portuguese man picked up his shirt off the floor, pulled it on and wandered across the room to bend over Wayne and kiss him full on the lips. Wayne responded immediately, entangling his fingers in the other man's dark locks, forcing his lips open with is tongue. Cristiano moaned into the Englishman's mouth, but pulled away before things moved any further.
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow," he said, trailing a finger along the inside of Wayne's thigh before exiting the room.
***
Wayne was standing on the pitch, waiting for kick-off when he found himself cornered by Cristiano.
"Tonight's going to be the night of your life, mate," the Portuguese man said, grinning.
"Fuck you, Cristiano," Wayne said in the friendliest possible tone.
"Other way round this time, Rooney-boy," Cristiano replied and moved away, but not before discreetly groping Wayne's arse.
***
By half time the bet was the least of Wayne's problems: England were still playing appallingly, and he was getting frustrated because he's hardly touched the ball in 45 minutes.
Then, about ten minutes into the second half, the pile-up happened. Cristiano came over, clearly concerned for his team mate in the heat of the game, and Wayne, list in his own frustration, pushed him away. And that was that.
***
He watched the rest of the game from the bench. Amazingly, now that England were down to ten men, they were beginning to play well. If this team needed him to be off the pitch to play decently, he damn well wished the bloody metatarsal had never healed. But regardless of how well they played, England were lacking a striker. And once it came to penalties, he knew it was too late.
***
"I'm not going to say I'm sorry we won, but I know how much you wanted this, so I am sorry you lost."
Wayne was sitting in Cristiano's with the other man kneeling behind him, working at the knots in his shoulder. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry things got a bit out of hand," Wayne replied.
Cristiano put his arms around Wayne, resting his chin on the Englishman's shoulder.
"It's the game," he said. "What happens out there stays there. This is different."
"Does that mean the I didn't just lose a bet involving what I believe you described as the night of my life?" asked Wayne, grinning.
"Ah, my friend," said Cristiano, "that, too, is different."
Wayne felt the other man's able hands resume the work in his shoulders and leaned back into it, relaxing with a sigh. Cristiano took his time. After a while, the firm massage turned into gentle stroking all the way up and down Wayne's back. Then he felt lips beginning to explore his neck and shoulders. He turned around to offer his own lips to Cristiano. It was a slow kiss, lips only at first, nibbling gently. Then Cristiano's tongue flicked over Wayne's lips, exploring, almost asking permission. Wayne parted his lips a little and allowed him in, savouring the other man's taste. All the time, Cristiano's hands continued to roam over Wayne's body - up his back, down his sides, up over his belly and chest again. Wayne moaned quietly and felt the Portuguese man smile against his lips.
Wayne wasn't entirely sure what he had let himself in for. He had been sure England were going to win, and the thought of what Man-U would do to a chicken-suited Cristiano was just too funny to pass up the opportunity. Of course, since the end of the game he hadn't had much time to think about the bet: he'd been busy comforting team mates and sneaking away from the media and his girlfriend. Now that he was here in Cristiano's room, alone with the other man, that he could feel him pressed up close, feel his erection against the small of his back, he was beginning to actually think about what Cristiano was about to do to him.
And then Cristiano bit Wayne's earlobe, and Wayne moaned, feeling himself getting hard and all thought was lost. Wayne turned around fully and pushed Cristiano back into the bed. The Portuguese man smiles that infectious smile of his as Wayne bent down to claim his lips. This kiss was passionate and bruising, tongues intertwined, lips sucking and being sucked, teeth biting, not always gently. Wayne felt Cristiano's erection against him and pressed his own into the other man's body. He moved down slightly, taking one of Cristiano's earlobes in his mouth, teasing gently with his teeth. The other man moaned and pushed his hips up against Wayne.
And suddenly Wayne was on his back, with Cristiano on top of him. He couldn't do anything but lie back and enjoy the pure ecstasy of what Cristiano was doing to him. Kisses and bites followed exploring hands. Wayne was writhing and moaning under the other man's onslaught on his senses. He wasn't entirely sure how they ended up both naked, he just felt Cristiano's mouth close around his throbbing cock. As he pushed up to try and get deeper into that hot, wet mouth, he felt Cristiano slide an oily finger into him. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant and the question of where the lube had come from crossed his mind, but only for the millisecond it took Cristiano to find his prostate. He couldn't believe how good that felt. The other man got into a rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of Wayne as his lops moved up and down his cock.
"Oh got, yes!" Wayne moaned.
Cristiano clearly too this as an encouragement, as Wayne felt a second finger slide into him. With the hot and cold waves that sent up and down his body, he wasn't about to complain.
It was when he felt a third finger sliding in that Wayne lost control. His hips came off the bed and he came long and hard into Cristiano's mouth. The other man swallowed very drop. Wayne dropped back to the bed, breathing heavily, and closed his eyes.
"That was amazing," he gasped and looked at Cristiano.
The Portuguese man smiles up at Wayne. He was still moving his fingers slowly and gently inside Wayne. The Englishman smiled back.
"Are you okay with this?" Cristiano asked and wiggled his fingers for emphasis, making Wayne shudder.
"Fuck, I'm not okay with it!" Wayne was still panting. "I want you to fuck me!"
Cristiano slid hi fingers out, making Wayne whimper, and moved up to kiss him. Wayne could taste himself in the other man's mouth, along with that taste that was uniquely Cristiano. He ran his hands through the other man's dark locks, down his back and cupped his arse. Cristiano moaned unto his mouth and pressed himself even closer. Wayne could feel himself hardening again.
"I want you," he murmured against the other man's lips. "I want you, I want you, I want you," he whispered again and again as Cristiano moved down to tease him with kisses and nibbles on an ear and all the down his neck.
"Turn over and get on your knees," the Portuguese man said, smiling. Wayne didn't need to be told twice.
He felt Cristiano push gently but insistently against his entrance.
"You ready?" the Portuguese man asked, and Wayne nodded.
Slowly, carefully, Cristiano slipped in. Wayne could feel himself being stretched even more than he had been earlier by the other man's fingers. He quite liked the feeling. Cristiano pushed a little further, and again, and again, until Wayne felt him pressed up against his arse. The other man's hands moved over his back, stroking gently.
"You okay?"
Wayne nodded again, and felt Cristiano begin to pull out slowly. He whimpered. Then the other man started thrusting back in, finding Wayne's prostate in the process. The Englishman gasped.
They built up a rhythm, slow at first, then speeding up as their lust got the better of them. Cristiano was a careful and considerate lover, and only really let himself go once he was absolutely sure Wayne was enjoying this. Soon they were both moaning, making little sounds of pleasure which only meant something to the two of them. Cristiano reached down to stroke Wayne's cock in time with his own thrusts.
Wayne felt his second orgasm beginning to build up deep within his body and muttered something incoherent. It appeared to achieve what he intended, as Cristiano intensified his efforts; and with a final gasp Wayne came again, even harder than the first time. This seemed to push Cristiano over the brink too, and he felt the other man tense up against and inside him, coming with little whimpering sounds.
They untangled themselves from the sheers and each other and sprawled on the bed, breathing hard.
"I told you it would be the night of your life," Cristiano said with a mischievous grin.
"That almost made it worth losing to you," Wayne admitted. He got up and started gathering his clothes.
"Don't worry, you'' play again in the next World Cup. We both will, and who knows what will happen then?"
"I don't know about that," said Wayne, pulling on his shirt, "but I do know that next time I see you it's my turn to top - and I’ll split you in two, pretty-boy."
Cristiano laughed. "Nah," he said as Wayne opened the door to leave. "I reckon you'll be begging for more..."
***
12/07/06 10:33 From: Pretty-boy
"Man-U not selling me after all. XXX"
12/07/06 10:37 From: Wayne
"Good. Looking fwd 2 begging 4 more."
Author: neuroticfangirl
Fandom: Football
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I sincerely hope this never happened.
Warnings: Wayne Rooney, graphic m/m sex - you have been warned
Feedback: Yes please. Just comment.
Author's notes: This is un-beta'd. That's because it broke my beta reader (can't blame her either ;-). Also, to this day I cannot satisfactorily explain, even to myself, why I wrote this. They were all over each other at and after the World Cup, though, so I shall just say they made me. An alternative theory would be revenge for the two months I had to listen to stories about Wayne Rooney's meta-tarsal on the national news.
Red Card
"So, how confident are you of winning tomorrow, Rooney-boy?" Cristiano asked, pulling on his trousers with a glint in his eye.
"We're gonna kick you arses straight back to Lisbon, mate!" Wayne was sprawled on the bed, naked and just about recovering from he thought had been a pretty good shag.
"Feeling cocky, are we? You up for a little bet then?"
Wayne raised an eyebrow.
"If you win, I'll turn up to our next training session in a giant chicken suit. If we win..." Cristiano licked his lips, "I get to top."
Wayne considered it for a minute. England had been playing badly so far, but he thought it was only because they knew they could get away with it. He had no doubt that they would pull themselves together for the Portugal game.
"You've got yourself a bet, pretty boy."
Cristiano's face broke into the happiest smile Wayne had ever seen. The Portuguese man picked up his shirt off the floor, pulled it on and wandered across the room to bend over Wayne and kiss him full on the lips. Wayne responded immediately, entangling his fingers in the other man's dark locks, forcing his lips open with is tongue. Cristiano moaned into the Englishman's mouth, but pulled away before things moved any further.
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow," he said, trailing a finger along the inside of Wayne's thigh before exiting the room.
***
Wayne was standing on the pitch, waiting for kick-off when he found himself cornered by Cristiano.
"Tonight's going to be the night of your life, mate," the Portuguese man said, grinning.
"Fuck you, Cristiano," Wayne said in the friendliest possible tone.
"Other way round this time, Rooney-boy," Cristiano replied and moved away, but not before discreetly groping Wayne's arse.
***
By half time the bet was the least of Wayne's problems: England were still playing appallingly, and he was getting frustrated because he's hardly touched the ball in 45 minutes.
Then, about ten minutes into the second half, the pile-up happened. Cristiano came over, clearly concerned for his team mate in the heat of the game, and Wayne, list in his own frustration, pushed him away. And that was that.
***
He watched the rest of the game from the bench. Amazingly, now that England were down to ten men, they were beginning to play well. If this team needed him to be off the pitch to play decently, he damn well wished the bloody metatarsal had never healed. But regardless of how well they played, England were lacking a striker. And once it came to penalties, he knew it was too late.
***
"I'm not going to say I'm sorry we won, but I know how much you wanted this, so I am sorry you lost."
Wayne was sitting in Cristiano's with the other man kneeling behind him, working at the knots in his shoulder. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry things got a bit out of hand," Wayne replied.
Cristiano put his arms around Wayne, resting his chin on the Englishman's shoulder.
"It's the game," he said. "What happens out there stays there. This is different."
"Does that mean the I didn't just lose a bet involving what I believe you described as the night of my life?" asked Wayne, grinning.
"Ah, my friend," said Cristiano, "that, too, is different."
Wayne felt the other man's able hands resume the work in his shoulders and leaned back into it, relaxing with a sigh. Cristiano took his time. After a while, the firm massage turned into gentle stroking all the way up and down Wayne's back. Then he felt lips beginning to explore his neck and shoulders. He turned around to offer his own lips to Cristiano. It was a slow kiss, lips only at first, nibbling gently. Then Cristiano's tongue flicked over Wayne's lips, exploring, almost asking permission. Wayne parted his lips a little and allowed him in, savouring the other man's taste. All the time, Cristiano's hands continued to roam over Wayne's body - up his back, down his sides, up over his belly and chest again. Wayne moaned quietly and felt the Portuguese man smile against his lips.
Wayne wasn't entirely sure what he had let himself in for. He had been sure England were going to win, and the thought of what Man-U would do to a chicken-suited Cristiano was just too funny to pass up the opportunity. Of course, since the end of the game he hadn't had much time to think about the bet: he'd been busy comforting team mates and sneaking away from the media and his girlfriend. Now that he was here in Cristiano's room, alone with the other man, that he could feel him pressed up close, feel his erection against the small of his back, he was beginning to actually think about what Cristiano was about to do to him.
And then Cristiano bit Wayne's earlobe, and Wayne moaned, feeling himself getting hard and all thought was lost. Wayne turned around fully and pushed Cristiano back into the bed. The Portuguese man smiles that infectious smile of his as Wayne bent down to claim his lips. This kiss was passionate and bruising, tongues intertwined, lips sucking and being sucked, teeth biting, not always gently. Wayne felt Cristiano's erection against him and pressed his own into the other man's body. He moved down slightly, taking one of Cristiano's earlobes in his mouth, teasing gently with his teeth. The other man moaned and pushed his hips up against Wayne.
And suddenly Wayne was on his back, with Cristiano on top of him. He couldn't do anything but lie back and enjoy the pure ecstasy of what Cristiano was doing to him. Kisses and bites followed exploring hands. Wayne was writhing and moaning under the other man's onslaught on his senses. He wasn't entirely sure how they ended up both naked, he just felt Cristiano's mouth close around his throbbing cock. As he pushed up to try and get deeper into that hot, wet mouth, he felt Cristiano slide an oily finger into him. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant and the question of where the lube had come from crossed his mind, but only for the millisecond it took Cristiano to find his prostate. He couldn't believe how good that felt. The other man got into a rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of Wayne as his lops moved up and down his cock.
"Oh got, yes!" Wayne moaned.
Cristiano clearly too this as an encouragement, as Wayne felt a second finger slide into him. With the hot and cold waves that sent up and down his body, he wasn't about to complain.
It was when he felt a third finger sliding in that Wayne lost control. His hips came off the bed and he came long and hard into Cristiano's mouth. The other man swallowed very drop. Wayne dropped back to the bed, breathing heavily, and closed his eyes.
"That was amazing," he gasped and looked at Cristiano.
The Portuguese man smiles up at Wayne. He was still moving his fingers slowly and gently inside Wayne. The Englishman smiled back.
"Are you okay with this?" Cristiano asked and wiggled his fingers for emphasis, making Wayne shudder.
"Fuck, I'm not okay with it!" Wayne was still panting. "I want you to fuck me!"
Cristiano slid hi fingers out, making Wayne whimper, and moved up to kiss him. Wayne could taste himself in the other man's mouth, along with that taste that was uniquely Cristiano. He ran his hands through the other man's dark locks, down his back and cupped his arse. Cristiano moaned unto his mouth and pressed himself even closer. Wayne could feel himself hardening again.
"I want you," he murmured against the other man's lips. "I want you, I want you, I want you," he whispered again and again as Cristiano moved down to tease him with kisses and nibbles on an ear and all the down his neck.
"Turn over and get on your knees," the Portuguese man said, smiling. Wayne didn't need to be told twice.
He felt Cristiano push gently but insistently against his entrance.
"You ready?" the Portuguese man asked, and Wayne nodded.
Slowly, carefully, Cristiano slipped in. Wayne could feel himself being stretched even more than he had been earlier by the other man's fingers. He quite liked the feeling. Cristiano pushed a little further, and again, and again, until Wayne felt him pressed up against his arse. The other man's hands moved over his back, stroking gently.
"You okay?"
Wayne nodded again, and felt Cristiano begin to pull out slowly. He whimpered. Then the other man started thrusting back in, finding Wayne's prostate in the process. The Englishman gasped.
They built up a rhythm, slow at first, then speeding up as their lust got the better of them. Cristiano was a careful and considerate lover, and only really let himself go once he was absolutely sure Wayne was enjoying this. Soon they were both moaning, making little sounds of pleasure which only meant something to the two of them. Cristiano reached down to stroke Wayne's cock in time with his own thrusts.
Wayne felt his second orgasm beginning to build up deep within his body and muttered something incoherent. It appeared to achieve what he intended, as Cristiano intensified his efforts; and with a final gasp Wayne came again, even harder than the first time. This seemed to push Cristiano over the brink too, and he felt the other man tense up against and inside him, coming with little whimpering sounds.
They untangled themselves from the sheers and each other and sprawled on the bed, breathing hard.
"I told you it would be the night of your life," Cristiano said with a mischievous grin.
"That almost made it worth losing to you," Wayne admitted. He got up and started gathering his clothes.
"Don't worry, you'' play again in the next World Cup. We both will, and who knows what will happen then?"
"I don't know about that," said Wayne, pulling on his shirt, "but I do know that next time I see you it's my turn to top - and I’ll split you in two, pretty-boy."
Cristiano laughed. "Nah," he said as Wayne opened the door to leave. "I reckon you'll be begging for more..."
***
12/07/06 10:33 From: Pretty-boy
"Man-U not selling me after all. XXX"
12/07/06 10:37 From: Wayne
"Good. Looking fwd 2 begging 4 more."