Iker/Cesc!
Dammit. I was hoping so hard for a ManU-Chelsea draw. BAH. *grumbles*
Ah well!
Right, here it is. The Iker/Cesc fiksyen!
Title: Book Slut
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: R. Sex, but not graphic.
Warning: I have no idea how Iker will turn out.
Summary: Iker loves his bookstore. He loves opening it till late for those people who can’t sleep, like him. Until of course, a bunch of boys start hanging out outside.
Disclaimer!: I own none of the people metioned in this! The Dresden Files belong to Jim Butcher who is a genius along with Simon R. Green and Rob Thurman.
Iker loved books. He loved to read, anything and everything. He wasn’t shy to admit it. He loved, like most men a little bit of action, sci-fi and fantasy. It always got his pulse racing. Yes he liked his books a lot. He also liked a little bit of comedy, stopped him from feeling down when life got a bit too much for him to bear. He loved satires, parodies especially. But he also loved him a little romance. And he wasn’t shy to admit it. He read chick books, tales of love, lust and sex. Yeah he read it all.
So that’s why he opened his book store. It was his haven, nothing else outside his little corner of words and flowing prose mattered. It wasn’t big, the store front was about the size of a small living room at most. His back room was even smaller, but he loved it more than anything else. He kept his own books in there, books he’d collected over time, the ones that he truly loved. His shelf of books, a small desk to do his admin and logistics and an armchair if he got tired of standing.
At first he’d operated normal working hours, until he realized most of his patrons came after dark, when he was about to close his shop for the day. He remembered that. How he wouldn’t be able to sleep and his only respite was his books. A world he could lose himself in. So he changed his opening hours, keeping the store open till late into the night and straight through to the early hours of morning. And it worked like a charm. He started to get more customers, some of them regular but most of them random people coming in out of desperation. His random little shop was at a quiet little corner on a pretty quiet street, relatively safe and out of the seedier part of town, and so far he hadn’t had any trouble with break ins or disturbances of any kind.
Everything worked, he didn’t have much trouble, business was good and he loved what he was doing. Everything felt right. Until one night, his world of peace, calm and quiet shattered when a group of boys started hanging out at his street corner.
He hadn’t realized it at first, he didn’t know when they got there, but at about midnight, he peered out of his shop window when he heard a loud giggle. That’s when he first saw them. There were three of them, three boys just old enough to be considered old enough to be out on their own at that time of night. They hung around the corner, shoving playfully at each other and basically horsing around. He had absolutely no idea what they were doing there and their presence annoyed him slightly, he had no idea what to make of them.
They didn’t look like gang kids, in fact they looked relatively harmless. There was a tall blond, when he stood in the light, Iker saw feminine features, fine and pale and freckled sweetly. Then there was the tall brunette, who looked sort of dangerous, with tattoos down his arms, but he seemed the most playful out of the three, making the other two giggle with his mischievous smirk. And the last of them was a little thing, reaching just the shoulders of his two companions, with a mop of unruly, thick, dark hair and even darker doe eyes under a strong brow. Not nearly as pretty as the other two, but so full of life the street corner seemed a little brighter when he grinned.
They didn’t seem to be doing anything, so Iker figured he’d just let them be. The nights usually got pretty cold and he figured they’d be gone soon. And so Iker went back to browsing through his books, and entertaining the odd person who came in.
After a while he looked up again when a car pulled up outside the shop, at the street corner. That was strange, he seldom had customers who would bother to drive all the way down for a book. His was the only shop that was still open and so Iker watched. No one got out. Instead he watched as the tall blond sashayed over from the light of the lamp post the three boys had been playing around to lean a hand against the roof of the car and peer into the open window.
Oh.
The boy got in the car, smiled slightly at the remaining two as the vehicle moved off.
Oh.
Iker didn’t know why he hadn’t realized it before. They were all attractive, wore tight clothes and were literally just hanging around for someone to drive by.
He thought of chasing them away, but where there were prostitutes there were pimps and he didn’t want to think about getting into an altercation with any pimps.
So Iker resigned himself to just watching the two remaining boys warily. The taller would push and shove the little one around, but then he would turn around and cuddle the little one almost lovingly, as the night wore on and it grew steadily colder. Iker shook his head and looked away when he started to feel uncomfortable in his jeans.
He managed to ignore them. He only looked up again as first the taller one left in a car then the little one. Part of him hoped they wouldn’t come back.
But they were back the next night, all three of them, playing and laughing. It was as if they weren’t bothered at all about why they were there, as if selling themselves wasn’t a big deal. Iker had to wonder how they’d ended up on the street corner. They behaved like normal boys and yet.
He’d watch them occasionally, when there was no one in the store and he didn’t have a nice book to read. After a while he realized the little one would look into the store, his dark eyes darting over the covers of the books Iker displayed in his shop window. He would look almost longingly at the books.
Iker found himself subconsciously wishing those looks of longing were on him instead.
Part of him really wished they wouldn’t come back. He watched again as one by one they were picked up by dark and dodgy cars. The blond, then the tall one and last of all the little one.
He’d been watching them for almost a week now. He knew they knew he was watching them. They’d sometimes smile sweetly at him, innocently almost and Iker had to wonder what was really behind their smiles. The little one was now bolder and would come up to the shop window and peer at the books. But he never quite looked at Iker and Iker wished he would. He didn’t know why.
There was one night when the man that was probably their pimp came down. He was oily. That was the only word Iker could think of that he could use to describe the man. He was tall, lean and oily. Iker’d watched the way he spoke to the boys, how he’d slapped the little one for talking back and how he laughed at how protective the taller boys were.
Every night, they would be gone by the time Iker closed up at 5 in the morning. But one night, after almost two weeks of watching them, Iker finally got to make contact.
He’d turned off the lights and was locking the door behind him. From inside the store, he’d seen an empty pavement, so he figured they’d all found someone to entertain. But as he turned to walk away, he caught sight of the figure curled in on himself, sitting on the pavement, his back to the low wall beneath Iker’s shop window. Iker recognized the dark hair immediately as the little one and said boy looked up at him, pulling his rather thin jacket a little tighter around himself. Iker had to wonder just how cold the boy was feeling. Iker himself had thrown on one of his heavier jackets and a light scarf. The boy was curled there in his ripped jeans, t-shirt and flimsy jacket.
“Good morning.” The boy smiled slightly, tiredly almost. He had a voice slightly deeper and smoother quality than Iker would have expected, with a familiar accent.
“Good morning.” Iker answered awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say really. What would one say to a whore?
“You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter on you, would you? Danny usually has one but he’s long gone.” The boy asked, politely almost.
Iker blinked.
The boy smiled.
“To light my fag? I’m not going to burn down your store, don’t worry. I wouldn’t dream of it. I just didn’t expect it to get this cold and a cigarette would help...”
Iker blinked again. First of all, he didn’t think the boy was old enough to smoke, maybe just. Second, he didn’t have a lighter at all.
“I guess that means no? It’s alright mister.” The boy smiled slightly again, and Iker thought he looked very much better up close. He pulled the jacket in even closer and tucked his hands in.
Iker sighed softly. Prostitute or not, the boy was still in need of help.
Iker unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and bent down so he was more or less level with the boy. “Here, this should help at least a bit.”
The boy looked at the offered scarf, then Iker.
“But I’ll expect it back tomorrow night, you hear?”
The boy blinked again. Then slowly started to uncurl himself from his spot. Once he was facing Iker completely, he asked, “What would you like me to do Mister?”
Iker blinked.
Oh. Right.
Iker shook his head and stammered that he didn’t want anything in return.
The boy just smiled sweetly, “ I think a blow should cover the rent for this? Or would you rather a handjob?”
Iker felt his cheeks burn and he almost fell on his ass as he stumbled back. He’d felt the stirring in his jeans at the soft lust in the boy’s words, he’d been so conscious of the boy’s pink, pink lips. Iker stood promptly and turned away. He’d made a few steps when he heard the boy call out.
“Mister?”
Iker paused.
“Thank you. I promise you’ll get it back tomorrow.”
Iker forced himself to continue walking.
Iker opened his shop feeling fidgety. He wondered how the boy would return his scarf, if he would just waltz in and hand it over or if he’d just leave it for Iker to find or if he’d wait to meet Iker outside.
He waited, served people. And then at almost midnight, he saw the two taller boys crossing the road to their pavement. There was no sign of the smaller boy.
He waited. He watched them both leave together.
And then at about 2, as Iker was reading to keep his mind from wandering, he heard the door to his store open. He thought it was just another customer, but when he looked up, he was greeted by the most intense gaze. He started and the boy grinned brightly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, mister. Here.”
The boy placed Iker’s scarf on the counter, neatly folded and Iker could tell it had been washed.
“Thank you very much mister.” The boy smiled, sweetly this time, before giving him a small wave and leaving the shop. Iker watched him trail his eyes over the many books as he left the shop and Iker almost wanted to call him back and let him pick whatever book he wanted.
But he didn’t. Iker just let the boy walk out and linger on the pavement outside, his jacket still pulled close, but at least it was a slightly thicker jacket.
Iker left him alone, had 2 customers and carried on work. He felt a slight sense of fulfilment, that he’d done something good for someone else, not judging who that someone else was. His mama always told him that no matter who the person was, you should always help them if they needed help.
He glanced up to check for the boy’s presence, and frowned. A rather big man was looming over the boy, a large hand clasped tight around the boy’s arm, jerking him around a bit. The boy was fighting the man’s grip but he was no match. They were talking though, and after a brief argument, the man seemed to grow impatient and tugged the boy towards the alley next to Iker’s shop.
He knew he had no business interfering. The boy put himself at risk to these sort of dangers with a ‘job’ like that. Maybe the man paid for it.
Things were silent for a while, and then there was a loud crash of a trash can being knocked over, and Iker could vaguely hear the boy yelling. Iker went to his office, and he heard the ruckus even clearer through his back door. It wasn’t right. He could hear the scuffle, he heard cloth rip and he heard the desperation in the boy’s voice as he yelled for the man to stop and let him go. Iker ran out front, grabbed the baseball bat he kept under the counter for protection and headed out again through his office door.
The alley was dimly lit, but Iker could make out the pair a few meters away from him.
The man had the boy pinned half against the wall, half on the ground. The boy was kicking and flailing and fighting, hissing and scratching but the man held him down relatively easily and was tearing at the boy’s jeans.
Iker growled and covered the slight distance between them and shoved the man off the boy and stood over him protectively, bat at the ready.
“Back off, or I’ll call the cops.”
The man looked incredulously at Iker. “He’s just a slut! What do you care? I’m paying for it anyway!”
Iker glanced down at the boy, and red liquid spread over the boy’s skin caught his eye.
“Doesn’t seem like he wants it at all, money or not, so why don’t you just leave him alone and find someone else who’ll do whatever sick thing you want?”
Iker had no idea where he was getting the courage to say such things. The man was standing, and he was easily bigger than Iker.
They stared at each other for a while. Then the man shook his head and stalked off angrily.
Once he was completely gone from the alley, Iker turned and knelt down next to the boy, who had propped himself up against the wall. The light was dim, so all Iker could really see was the dark red liquid and how pale the boy was.
“Come on, let’s get you inside...” Iker prompted softly, slipping an arm around the boy’s shoulder and hefting him up. The boy complied, and let Iker guide him into his office.
He placed the boy on the couch, and told him to wait for a little.
He ran out, locked the front door and turned off the lights, closed his shop for the night. Then he grabbed his mini first aid kit, before settling down next to the boy. The boy was just staring blankly at the floor, his hands clasped loosely on his lap and little drops of blood dripped from his chin, landing on his arms.
“Hey, umm, I’m Iker.” Iker started awkwardly.
The boy’s dark eyes flicked up to peer nervously at Iker and Iker offered a smile he hoped looked warm and comforting.
“Cesc.”
“Are you alright, Cesc? Dizzy?” Iker continued to ask gently. He figured the blood must’ve been coming from a head wound if there was that much of it.
Cesc just shook his head slightly and Iker nodded.
“Okay, can you tell me what happened?”
“You’ll tell the cops.” Cesc said coldly, his eyes again on the floor.
“No, no I won’t. I’ll tell only if you want me to, which I doubt you do because... well. Never mind. I just need to know so I can help you.” Iker continued to prompt him.
The boy’s dark eyes flicked up again, and Iker squirmed at how detached he seemed suddenly. “He had me against the wall, I didn’t want to do what he wanted me to, so I kicked him and tried to run away. He managed to grab my ankle and I fell and hit the rim of a trash can.”
Now that Cesc was looking up, Iker could see his hair was matted slightly and blood trailed from it.
“Can I?” Iker asked, gesturing to the general area of Cesc’s head.
He just shrugged.
Iker cupped the boy’s cheek to hold him steady before he gently pushed back his matted hair, apologizing when Cesc winced. Just at his hairline was a relatively large gash, still bleeding and Iker felt his stomach twist.
“Cesc, can you hold your hair back for me?” Iker asked and the boy nodded before doing as he was asked.
Iker opened his first aid kit and took out the antiseptic wash and gauze pads.
“This will sting, it’s a pretty big cut.” Iker warned and Cesc looked at him with dark, dark eyes and Iker flushed and concentrated on his task.
Cesc hissed when Iker started cleaning the wound, but quietened down after a few swipes.
Iker tried not to be conscious of how close they were sitting, and how Cesc was practically looking right at Iker’s lap. Once he’d cleaned the blood away, he could look properly at the cut and frowned.
“This needs stitches.”
“Don’t like needles.”
“Well I can’t do it anyway, I wouldn’t dare to.”
“Don’t like needles.”
“I’ll tape it for now. But you’ll have to go to a doctor and get it stitched.” Iker told him as he taped the gauze over it firmly before cleaning Cesc’s hair of blood.
“Don’t like needles. And I ain’t got money for that. Not after I just lost my pay for tonight.”
Iker bit his lip. Cesc was looking at him with those dark, bedroom eyes again and Iker bit his lip harder.
“Don’t worry babe. I’ve survived worse.” Cesc purred and Iker froze as the boy slowly shifted so that he was facing Iker, and he placed one hand on Iker’s thigh.
“Thank you for saving me. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come out.”
“It.. it.. it’s no problem.” Iker stammered. Cesc’s hand felt hot against his thigh, Iker could feel the heat radiating through his jeans and it went straight to the warmth pooling in his loins.
“No, I didn’t pay you back for the scarf and now this. I want to. Please?”
And there was almost an innocence to his question and Iker gulped.
“No charge, and I’m perfectly clean. I have the papers for it. And I’m pretty sure you’re clean too.” He teased, and laughed when Iker flushed.
“So?” Cesc prompted, and Iker’s swallowed hard again.
Who the hell was he trying to kid? A cute kid wanted to have sex with him. He hadn’t slept with anyone for a long time, how long he didn’t want to specify but it was pretty damned long. And Cesc was cute. With a very nice body, all lean and smooth and soft.
He took Cesc’s cheek in his hand again, this time though, he pulled Cesc in and kissed him hard and fast and he couldn’t help his moan when he came alive, licking and nipping hotly at Iker’s mouth. He allowed Cesc to push him backwards to lie on the couch and they continued furiously kissing at each other’s mouths as Ces climbed to straddle Iker’s lap, grinding himself down on Iker, causing them both to moan into panting mouths.
“Hang on, hang on.” Iker gasped, pulling Cesc’s flushed face away from himself when a thought suddenly occurred. “You’re old enough, right?”
Cesc blinked, and grinned a dark, sexy smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat on you.”
Iker realized he must’ve looked like he was about to have a heart attack or something because the boy on his lap laughed till he almost fell off Iker’s lap.
“I’m joking! You think my pimp would be stupid enough to put and underage boy on the streets? Not in this part of town. I’m 21, don’t worry.”
And then he was kissing Iker again, and started doing things with his mouth on Iker’s jaw and neck and Iker’s conscience and morals packed their bags and left for the night.
Iker watched through heavy eyelids as Cesc pulled on his clothes. It was almost five and they’d been very vigorous and Iker was exhausted. How the boy could hop around so much as he pulled his jeans on amazed Iker. But Iker forced himself to get up. He stumbled over to his pants, pulled them on and took out his wallet and pulled out some cash.
“Go to a doctor. Get your stitches. Or else you’ll keep bleeding like a stuck pig.” Iker ordered when Cesc bumped into him. “And go pick a book. I’ve seen you looking at them.” Iker gestured to a pile of books he had yet to sort out.
He saw Cesc’s eyes light up at that and Iker couldn’t help but smile.
“Really? Seriously, you would?” Cesc sounded so painfully young and excited and Iker wouldn’t even think about denying him.
“Sure. Take two if you want.”
Cesc paused. “I can’t pay you. I can’t even pay you back.”
Iker cracked into a very naughty grin. “You can pay me back some other way.”
He grinned even more when Cesc looked briefly stunned at his sudden boldness and Iker put the blame on the very, very good round of sex he just had and the lack of sleep. But Cesc broke into an equally naughty grin before tiptoeing slightly to kiss Iker playfully.
“I like how you think Mister.”
He then eagerly turned his attention over to the books and Iker let him take his pick. Iker slumped back to the couch and sprawled over it, took a deep breath and smiling at the lingering smell of sex. He yawned and turned to watch Cesc.
He cocked his eyebrow at one of the books Cesc was holding, but chose not to ask.
Cesc grinned once he’d made his choice and headed over to Iker again. He knelt down and smiled sweetly at Iker and Iker felt his heart hop a little.
“Thank you my knight in ratty old jeans.” Cesc smiled as he leaned down to kiss Iker briefly. “Good night.”
Iker smiled sleepily and called for him to look the door behind him. He was already half asleep as Cesc crossed the room and he finally fell asleep once he heard the door lock behind Cesc.
Iker grinned and waved at his three friends who were waiting for him at their table. Iker slipped into the booth next to Sergio and across Cris and Ricardo and smiled. “So how is everyone?”
Cris and Sergio shared a brief look before Cris grinned.
“Looks like someone finally got some ass.”
Iker felt his jaw drop.
“I can’t believe it! Iker gets some before I do! What is this world coming to?” Sergio grumbled. “So, spill Casillas. Who was it? Anyone we know?”
Iker flushed.
“Guys, leave him alone.” Kaka interjected and Iker thanked the lord for the sweet guy, until he spoke again, playfully, but still. “We don’t want him to get cranky again!”
Cris laughed at his boyfriends jibe but smiled apologetically once he was done. “We’re sorry Iker, it’s just you have been really grouchy ever since Eva. But really, who was it?”
“Or did you just get a hooker?” Sergio asked teasingly, but Iker couldn’t help the blood that rushed to his face.
There was silence from his three friends, until Sergio burst out.
“No way. No. Fucking. Way. I’m sure Ana would’ve if you just asked her?!”
Iker buried his face in his hands as Cris and Sergio bickered. And then Ricardo was asking him something and he had to look up. “What?”
“Were you careful? You don’t want to pick up anything..”
“Yes, he had his pape-“ Iker slapped his hand over his mouth.
“YOU GOT A BOY?!?!!?” Sergio practically yelled and Iker wanted to crawl under the table.
Iker bit his lip.
“You could have just asked me Iker, if you were really that desperate!” Sergio continued to freak out.
Iker blinked. “I would never sleep with you Sergio. That is too weird. It’d be like... sleeping with my younger sister.”
Sergio snorted and huffed and sulked.
Ricardo and Cris were merely watching Iker worriedly.
“What?”
“It was one of those boys you were telling us about, no? The ones who hang around outside your shop?” Cris asked.
Iker blushed again. He could still see in his mind the way Cesc arched his back when he moaned on top of Iker.
“Oh dear lord Iker. What’s happened to you?” Sergio gasped, pulling Iker to look at him, holding him by his cheeks and looking deep into his eyes, as if checking if Iker was possessed.
Iker batted Sergio’s hands off of him and grumbled.
“Look, I just needed it okay? It’s not like I’m seeing him regularly. Now can we please drop the subject? It’s probably not going to happen again anyway.”
Kaka raised his hands to calm Iker down. “Alright, we’re just watching out for you.”
Iker just huffed under his breath, but he just couldn’t get Cesc out of his head.
It happened every few nights. Cesc would wait for his two companions to be picked up first, then he’d sashay into Iker’s shop and Iker’d close early for the night. Iker’d fucked Cesc on the little table in his back office one night and he could still hear the legs squeaking and he thrust into the tight heat. Another night, they’d fucked on Iker’s cashier counter, the risk of being seen driving them both a little crazy. They then did it in the beanbag corner Iker’d recently set up for people who’d want to sit in and read.
And now they were back on the couch, Iker’s arms wrapped tight around Cesc’s waist, his sticky chest to Cesc’s sweaty back, making sure Cesc wouldn’t fall off his precarious position on the edge of the couch. Iker, satisfied for the night, nuzzled and kissed down Cesc’s neck lazily, nipping occasionally here and there. Cesc’s breaths were even and deep, and anyone else would have thought he was asleep, but Iker had found out Cesc was sort of calm like that. He liked to spoon after sex and Iker was more than happy to oblige.
“Cesc?”
The boy just mmm-ed softly.
“Why Gossip Girl? I mean, I won’t judge you on what you read, but it’s just...”
“My sister. She likes it.”
“Oh.”
That was the first time Iker had heard anything about Cesc’s life outside of his ‘job’. He had no idea if Cesc was doing anything else during the day, if his parents were still around, Iker knew nothing, except now he knew Cesc had a sister. And he suddenly felt terribly guilty.
“How old is she?”
“16 this year.”
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence, as Iker tried to gather his courage to ask Cesc about himself. Cesc seemed to sense where Iker’s thoughts were going and turned in Iker’s arms to look at him.
“My parents died when we were really young. We were placed in foster home after foster home, and we didn’t want to be separated, so it was difficult. Once I turned 16 I found work and got us a place of our own and I officially became my sister’s guardian. But the economy flopped and I couldn’t get a job, so here I am.
“I chose to do this, at least until I can get a proper job and get my feet back under me again.”
“I’m s-“
“I don’t need your pity Iker. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my sister safe and happy.”
Iker marvelled at the strength and character of the boy in his arms. If he had been Cesc’s age, Iker wasn’t sure he would have been able to survive on his own, much less support a sibling.
Iker leaned down and kissed Cesc gently.
“I’ll bring in the series for you.”
And so that’s how their relationship worked. Much to the distaste of Iker’s friends, but to him it was none of their business. Cesc’s two friends figured it out after a while, and he’d seen their wistful looks, not exactly at him, as Cesc explained, but at the stability and safety that Iker offered Cesc. Of course Cesc still had to work and earn his money, but their relationship grew from just casual sex traded for books, to a sort of strange fuck-buddy thing- Iker still gladly brought in books for Cesc- till one day Iker found himself wanting to be more to Cesc. The boy had grown on him. Underneath the sexy kitten vibe, Cesc was just an ordinary boy. He was almost shy sometimes, playful and affectionate, but because of his life, he always had something of a cynical edge to him, his jokes usually witty, but scathing and sarcastic. And somehow Iker found he managed to fall in love with that.
But he didn’t want to ruin it.
He had no idea if Cesc felt the same way. Cesc had a pretty good poker face when it came to his real, raw emotions and they weren’t close enough yet for Iker to be able to read him properly.
So they kept their arrangement, and their relationship continued to grow stronger.
And then one night, it all just vanished.
Because that’s what happened to Cesc. He literally vanished.
Iker hadn’t seen him all week, both his friends were absent as well. His street corner was empty after such a long time. He had no means of trying to contact Cesc. Their arrangement was such that Cesc would be the one to go to Iker. It had worked, until now.
At first Iker was terrified that something had happened to Cesc. And then he was hurt that Cesc would just leave him like that. He also told himself he was being silly, because neither of them actually said they were together, just because he felt that way didn’t mean Cesc felt the same way too.
The whole week, and nothing at all. No call or letter or anything. Iker was just starting to go a little crazy with the fear that Cesc was murdered and upset that Cesc left him, when one evening, the brunet boy reappeared on the street, accompanied by a girl. Iker watched as they turned round the corner and reached Iker’s shop door. They came in and when they finally reached his counter, the girl took her cap off and grinned.
And Iker gasped. She was a splitting image of Cesc, down to the eyebrows and eyes and nose.
“Hola. You must be Iker. I’m Carlota, Cesc’s sister.”
Iker felt his thudding heart relax a little. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking Cesc had changed into a girl.
“Hola.” Iker greeted in return.
She smiled sadly at him.
“My brother wanted me to give you this.”
She extracted a book from her bag and handed it to Iker. “He wrote something inside that he wants you to read.”
Iker looked at the book, one of the Dresden Files books. He’d introduced Cesc to the series and Cesc had fallen in love with it and Iker had given Cesc his copy of the book because stocks weren’t coming in.
He looked back up at the girl, and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “And I think he would’ve wanted to give you that.”
“Take care Iker.” She smiled slightly and waved, and left with the brunet boy called Danny.
Iker watched them leave before looking back at the book. It was a hard cover and just inside the front cover, was what Cesc had wanted him to read.
Iker,
I’m sorry first of all. I wish it didn’t have to happen his way, but things are not working well for me and my sister now. My pimp found out what I was doing and forced me to leave town.
Thanks for everything, it meant more to me than you probably think.
I’ll be back someday Iker, and I hope you’ll still be here when I do.
Cesc.
Iker shut the book, his heart confused and in turmoil and just aching. Numbed, he ambled into his back room, carefully placing the book on his shelf of personal favourite books that he treasured. And so it remained there, untouched for three years. It became too painful for Iker to even read the series anymore, it always reminded him of Cesc. They once had a long discussion about Harry and Thomas’ relationship, and Iker had wanted to bring up their own relationship during the discussion, but he’d let it go out of fear. So it was almost three years later when Iker finally thought about the Dresden Files again.
He’d never seen anyone again after Cesc, at least not on a regular basis. Ana had tried to get through to him, but Iker just couldn’t see it happening. It wasn’t that he was moping anymore, no. He just couldn’t find anyone quite like Cesc. No one even came close.
He thought about the Dresden Files when he was reading through a new book he’d just brought in. At first, it had seemed quite like a teenage read, like Twilight or something, but after the initial chapter, Iker found himself pushing it further and further into the urban noir category, the style and tone of writing, the sarcastic humour and roaring action, reminding him so much of the Dresden Files. He’d finished the book in a day, and immediately placed an order for a larger stock. He was pretty sure it was going to get hot after a bit and so far his instincts hadn’t been proved wrong with books.
Once he was off the phone with the agent, he glanced over the book cover again and took note of the author’s name, should any other book be published by them. Keri K. Syla. Iker snorted. Interesting name. He set the book aside and considered the story again. Lost boy, who is picked up by a magician who takes the boy under his wing, recognizing the boy’s potential. For some reason it struck a cord in Iker and he found himself thinking about Harry Dresden again. After what felt like ages of pushing the book into the back of his mind.
He wandered into his office, to his shelf. The book right in the corner was dusty with lack of use and Iker slowly ran finger down its spine, memories of him and Cesc suddenly flooding back. The characters in the book, Carl and Ivan had seemed so familiar, and the more Iker thought about it, the more he felt like Carl and Ivan were Cesc and him.
He shook himself. He was just being a sentimental old twat.
But he still placed Keri K. Syla’s book with the rest of special stash, right next to his special copy of White Night.
Two weeks later, the book was in and Iker had made sure to display it nicely on the fantasy shelf.
A week after that, the book was selling pretty well and Iker’s stock was fast running out. He’d just put a few more on the shelf and had puttered off to Romance, its shelf back to back with Fantasy. Iker’s shelves were pretty tall and without gaps in between so when someone spoke from somewhere at the Fantasy shelf, Iker couldn’t see him at all. He’d heard someone come in, but usually walk-in customers didn’t talk to him, only his regulars did. So he couldn’t help but jump a little when a voice came from Fantasy.
“You think this Keri K. Syla is any good?”
Iker looked up and shrugged, forgetting the person couldn’t see him.
“Oh, uh yeah! It’s one of my personal favourites right now, and if you’re into urban noir, I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”
“Hmmmm. Writing style seems familiar..”
Iker frowned. He’d heard that voice before. Somewhere. His heart twinged and started to beat a little faster.
“Well, if you’ve read the Dresden Files, then I think that’s where you find the similarity.” Iker answered as he rounded the shelves, eager to see who his familiar guest was. His heart was pounding by now.
He came round and looked down the aisle.
“Oh yes. I think Jim Butcher is genius.”
Standing, facing him was his boy. Who wasn’t so much of a boy anymore.
“Cesc?” Iker gasped, his breath getting stuck in his throat.
“I promised you I’d be back to see you, didn’t I?” Cesc smiled warmly and Iker’s inhale stuttered. Cesc had matured over the three years he’d been gone. Gone was the long, floppy hair, instead his hair was shorn close at the sides with the top and back neatly styled. His face was sharper, all his features in stark relief, having outgrown all his puppyfat, and he wore well fit clothes which showed off a body, still lean, but with a wiry muscle to it. And he’d grown taller, but not by much.
Cesc put down the book he was holding and walked over to Iker, who was still rooted to the spot. He’d chosen to forget about Cesc’s promise. He didn’t think Cesc would really come back to him.
Cesc stopped in front of him, still smiling slightly, and reached out a hand. Iker looked up at him and noticed the slight tenseness in his shoulders, as if he was nervous. Nervous about how Iker felt about him, and he could suddenly see all the questions swirling in Cesc’s mind, if Iker had moved on, if Iker was mad at him or if Iker didn’t want anything to do with him.
Iker looked back down at the offered hand, took it and promptly pulled Cesc in against himself, wrapping his arms tightly around his boy’s back and burying his nose into Cesc’s hair and cheek. Cesc seemed shocked at first, but Iker sighed happily when Cesc returned the gesture, smooshing his face into Iker’s neck and his hands fisting in Iker’s shirt.
They stayed that way for some time, just savouring the familiarity and also the novelty of each other. Iker held tight, trying to tell himself that Cesc was really there, that he was really, really there.
Cesc pulled his face out of hiding in Iker’s shoulder to smile brightly at him. Iker couldn’t help raising a hand and stroking down Cesc’s cheek, and his fingertips drew across Cesc’s lips, Cesc reached up and held Iker’s palm to his mouth and kissed him gently, and Iker’s heart continued to beat faster.
“I’m sorry Iker. I’m so so so so so sorry.” Cesc apologized softly, still holding Iker’s hand against his face, his eyes heavy with pain and sadness and Iker recognized easily.
Iker shook his head and turned his hand slightly so his index finger rested on Cesc’s lips as he started to apologize again. “It wasn’t your fault Cesc.”
Cesc squeezed his eyes shut at that and Iker heard and felt him swallow hard, trying to forget the nightmare that was his life then.
“Oh Cesc.” Iker murmured softly, his hand on Cesc’s cheek moving back to hold Cesc’s neck and pull him into another hug. “It’s over now, no? You don’t have to go back there right?”
Cesc nodded into his shoulder and Iker ran his hands up and down Cesc’s back.
Iker just held him as he took a while to compose himself, and Iker didn’t want to think anymore about what Cesc had been through.
After a bit, Cesc stood properly again, took Iker’s face in his hands and kissed him slow and soft and sensual, and it left Iker completely breathless.
Cesc pulled away and licked his lips. “I hope I didn’t get your signals wrong.”
Iker responded by crashing their lips together again, wanting to show Cesc just how much he’d missed him.
He smiled when he felt Cesc shudder against him, and only broke the kiss then to take in Cesc’s flushed cheeks and even redder lips.
“Let me close for the night, and then we can talk, yes?” Iker offered, again stroking Cesc’s cheek. “Make yourself comfortable in my office. I’ll join you in a bit.”
Iker let go of Cesc and kissed him briefly again, letting his hands trail over Cesc’s hip as they parted. He went and locked up the front of the store, armed the security system and turned off the lights before heading back into the office.
Cesc was on the couch, his clean, in good condition sneakers lying on the floor, his feet curled up under him. He was flipping through the Keri K. Sylas book and Iker smiled. “You like it?”
Cesc looked up and smiled, and Iker raised an eyebrow at the mischief in it.
“Do you like it, Iker?” Cesc asked back as Iker sat down next to him.
Iker smiled amusedly, “Well, yes. I like it quite a lot actually. The style of writing, it’s quite like Jim Butcher’s but I guess with a distinctly more dark and cynical edge. Where Harry is honourable, good natured and good hearted, I find Carl more realistic with his darker, grittier edge. And the sarcasm and humour in it, it’s got just the right urban noir pitch. Not exactly like Dresden Files, but just as good.”
“Well, I’m definitely happy to hear that. It wasn’t easy you know, finding just the right voice for Carl. He’s not necessarily a good person, but what he does is good and it was kinda hard to portray that.” Cesc mused as he flipped through the book.
Iker just blinked for a while.
“You’re kidding right?”
Cesc looked right at Iker. “No. Your passion for reading inspired me to write. Thinking about you made it easy to write Ivan and Carl, and when it was easy to write them, it was easy to write the story.”
“You’re serious?” Iker asked still, looking Cesc right in the eye. “No making fun of me.”
Cesc leaned in. “I swear on my sister’s life, I am not kidding.”
Iker gaped. Cesc grinned. “I don’t care anymore about Nebula awards or whatever. As long as you liked it, I’m satisfied.”
“But but but! What on earth is that name on the cover?! That’s not your name! Not even remotely your name!”
Cesc giggled as Iker flailed. “That’s because it’s your name Iker. I used your name as my pen name moniker thingy.”
Keri K. Syla.
Iker Casillas.
“Jesus that is a crap name from my name.” Iker groused and Cesc grinned brightly again.
Iker flipped open the book and read the blurb about the author on the backpage. “Born in 1987, Keri grew up reading all sorts of shit and experiencing lots of shit. Keri now lives with his teenage sister and draws on his own experiences to write. His love for the like of Jim Butcher, Simon R. Green and Rob Thurman pushed his writing into the urban noir realm and along with a secret force guiding him, Keri has never looked back.”
Iker blinked. “How could I have never realized it?”
“Sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for till you’ve found it, no?”
Iker looked up at him and smiled.
“So, Keri, how is your sister? You know, when she came to drop off the book and I saw her face, I seriously thought you’d suddenly become a girl. You two look scarily alike. Are you sure you’re not twins?”
“Lota is good. She says hi by the way. She’s up and coming in the whole graphic novel and cover art industry now, she did the cover art for my book. And hah we get that a lot. But no, we’re not. Carlota’s three years younger than me.”
Iker nodded slowly until a thought hit him.
“But you said last time, that she was 16 and you were 21. My Math may be rusty but I’m pretty sure the difference between that isn’t 3.”
Cesc had the decency to look guilty.
“So I wasn’t 21 yet. But I wasn’t underage either, I was 19.”
Iker shook his head.
“I didn’t mean to lie to you Iker, I just wanted you so damn bad alright? I knew that you’d say no if I told you I was 19, and don’t try to lie now and tell me you wouldn’t have done that.” Cesc continued just as Iker was about to protest.
Iker just humphed and crossed his arms over his chest and pouted at Cesc.
Cesc just cocked an eyebrow. “I can make it up to you?”
Iker grinned. “Oh yeah. I really liked that scene where Carl and Ivan have hot, almost angry make-up sex.”
“Mmmm. You picked out my favourite scene.” Cesc purred, his hands wandering down to the front of his jeans.
“I bet you were so hard and hot when you thought about it.” Iker teased in return, as he moved to lean over Cesc on the couch, his hands slapping Cesc’s away.
Cesc moaned as Iker started to rub the heel of his palm against his still clothed cock.
Impatient, and who could blame him?, Iker took his hand away and immediately pressed his hand inside Cesc’s jeans, growling happily when he found nothing but hot skin and hard cock.
“This isn’t what happened between Carl and Ivan, Iker.” Cesc gasped out as Iker started to fist his cock.
“I know. This is whats happening between you and me.” Iker drawled, leaning down and catching Cesc’s mouth with his own, licking at Cesc’s open mouth.
They shifted so that Cesc was lying on the couch, his legs resting on Iker’s thighs, with Iker’s hands now down his undone jeans. Iker tugged his jeans down a little more and reached further, brushing his fingertips over his entrance, delighting when Cesc arched and groaned oh so beautifully.
Neither of them lasted long. They’d both needed the other so bad they didn’t need it to last long. Their cloths were tangled and not quite off their bodies and their limbs were tangled as they lay entwined, their mouths still meeting softly and slowly. Iker shifted a little, pulling Cesc closer to himself and they both froze when the couch creaked tiredly.
Cesc broke into a grin first, giggling against Iker’s lips.
Iker smiled and tilted his head up to kiss Cesc’s forehead, his eyes finding the scar from those three years ago. He reached up and brushed a finger over it.
“So. What happens to Carl and Ivan in the next book?”
Tell me what you think!! And have some Cesc for your time!
UNF boy is looking so gorgeous now.
Ah well!
Right, here it is. The Iker/Cesc fiksyen!
Title: Book Slut
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: R. Sex, but not graphic.
Warning: I have no idea how Iker will turn out.
Summary: Iker loves his bookstore. He loves opening it till late for those people who can’t sleep, like him. Until of course, a bunch of boys start hanging out outside.
Disclaimer!: I own none of the people metioned in this! The Dresden Files belong to Jim Butcher who is a genius along with Simon R. Green and Rob Thurman.
Iker loved books. He loved to read, anything and everything. He wasn’t shy to admit it. He loved, like most men a little bit of action, sci-fi and fantasy. It always got his pulse racing. Yes he liked his books a lot. He also liked a little bit of comedy, stopped him from feeling down when life got a bit too much for him to bear. He loved satires, parodies especially. But he also loved him a little romance. And he wasn’t shy to admit it. He read chick books, tales of love, lust and sex. Yeah he read it all.
So that’s why he opened his book store. It was his haven, nothing else outside his little corner of words and flowing prose mattered. It wasn’t big, the store front was about the size of a small living room at most. His back room was even smaller, but he loved it more than anything else. He kept his own books in there, books he’d collected over time, the ones that he truly loved. His shelf of books, a small desk to do his admin and logistics and an armchair if he got tired of standing.
At first he’d operated normal working hours, until he realized most of his patrons came after dark, when he was about to close his shop for the day. He remembered that. How he wouldn’t be able to sleep and his only respite was his books. A world he could lose himself in. So he changed his opening hours, keeping the store open till late into the night and straight through to the early hours of morning. And it worked like a charm. He started to get more customers, some of them regular but most of them random people coming in out of desperation. His random little shop was at a quiet little corner on a pretty quiet street, relatively safe and out of the seedier part of town, and so far he hadn’t had any trouble with break ins or disturbances of any kind.
Everything worked, he didn’t have much trouble, business was good and he loved what he was doing. Everything felt right. Until one night, his world of peace, calm and quiet shattered when a group of boys started hanging out at his street corner.
He hadn’t realized it at first, he didn’t know when they got there, but at about midnight, he peered out of his shop window when he heard a loud giggle. That’s when he first saw them. There were three of them, three boys just old enough to be considered old enough to be out on their own at that time of night. They hung around the corner, shoving playfully at each other and basically horsing around. He had absolutely no idea what they were doing there and their presence annoyed him slightly, he had no idea what to make of them.
They didn’t look like gang kids, in fact they looked relatively harmless. There was a tall blond, when he stood in the light, Iker saw feminine features, fine and pale and freckled sweetly. Then there was the tall brunette, who looked sort of dangerous, with tattoos down his arms, but he seemed the most playful out of the three, making the other two giggle with his mischievous smirk. And the last of them was a little thing, reaching just the shoulders of his two companions, with a mop of unruly, thick, dark hair and even darker doe eyes under a strong brow. Not nearly as pretty as the other two, but so full of life the street corner seemed a little brighter when he grinned.
They didn’t seem to be doing anything, so Iker figured he’d just let them be. The nights usually got pretty cold and he figured they’d be gone soon. And so Iker went back to browsing through his books, and entertaining the odd person who came in.
After a while he looked up again when a car pulled up outside the shop, at the street corner. That was strange, he seldom had customers who would bother to drive all the way down for a book. His was the only shop that was still open and so Iker watched. No one got out. Instead he watched as the tall blond sashayed over from the light of the lamp post the three boys had been playing around to lean a hand against the roof of the car and peer into the open window.
Oh.
The boy got in the car, smiled slightly at the remaining two as the vehicle moved off.
Oh.
Iker didn’t know why he hadn’t realized it before. They were all attractive, wore tight clothes and were literally just hanging around for someone to drive by.
He thought of chasing them away, but where there were prostitutes there were pimps and he didn’t want to think about getting into an altercation with any pimps.
So Iker resigned himself to just watching the two remaining boys warily. The taller would push and shove the little one around, but then he would turn around and cuddle the little one almost lovingly, as the night wore on and it grew steadily colder. Iker shook his head and looked away when he started to feel uncomfortable in his jeans.
He managed to ignore them. He only looked up again as first the taller one left in a car then the little one. Part of him hoped they wouldn’t come back.
But they were back the next night, all three of them, playing and laughing. It was as if they weren’t bothered at all about why they were there, as if selling themselves wasn’t a big deal. Iker had to wonder how they’d ended up on the street corner. They behaved like normal boys and yet.
He’d watch them occasionally, when there was no one in the store and he didn’t have a nice book to read. After a while he realized the little one would look into the store, his dark eyes darting over the covers of the books Iker displayed in his shop window. He would look almost longingly at the books.
Iker found himself subconsciously wishing those looks of longing were on him instead.
Part of him really wished they wouldn’t come back. He watched again as one by one they were picked up by dark and dodgy cars. The blond, then the tall one and last of all the little one.
He’d been watching them for almost a week now. He knew they knew he was watching them. They’d sometimes smile sweetly at him, innocently almost and Iker had to wonder what was really behind their smiles. The little one was now bolder and would come up to the shop window and peer at the books. But he never quite looked at Iker and Iker wished he would. He didn’t know why.
There was one night when the man that was probably their pimp came down. He was oily. That was the only word Iker could think of that he could use to describe the man. He was tall, lean and oily. Iker’d watched the way he spoke to the boys, how he’d slapped the little one for talking back and how he laughed at how protective the taller boys were.
Every night, they would be gone by the time Iker closed up at 5 in the morning. But one night, after almost two weeks of watching them, Iker finally got to make contact.
He’d turned off the lights and was locking the door behind him. From inside the store, he’d seen an empty pavement, so he figured they’d all found someone to entertain. But as he turned to walk away, he caught sight of the figure curled in on himself, sitting on the pavement, his back to the low wall beneath Iker’s shop window. Iker recognized the dark hair immediately as the little one and said boy looked up at him, pulling his rather thin jacket a little tighter around himself. Iker had to wonder just how cold the boy was feeling. Iker himself had thrown on one of his heavier jackets and a light scarf. The boy was curled there in his ripped jeans, t-shirt and flimsy jacket.
“Good morning.” The boy smiled slightly, tiredly almost. He had a voice slightly deeper and smoother quality than Iker would have expected, with a familiar accent.
“Good morning.” Iker answered awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say really. What would one say to a whore?
“You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter on you, would you? Danny usually has one but he’s long gone.” The boy asked, politely almost.
Iker blinked.
The boy smiled.
“To light my fag? I’m not going to burn down your store, don’t worry. I wouldn’t dream of it. I just didn’t expect it to get this cold and a cigarette would help...”
Iker blinked again. First of all, he didn’t think the boy was old enough to smoke, maybe just. Second, he didn’t have a lighter at all.
“I guess that means no? It’s alright mister.” The boy smiled slightly again, and Iker thought he looked very much better up close. He pulled the jacket in even closer and tucked his hands in.
Iker sighed softly. Prostitute or not, the boy was still in need of help.
Iker unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and bent down so he was more or less level with the boy. “Here, this should help at least a bit.”
The boy looked at the offered scarf, then Iker.
“But I’ll expect it back tomorrow night, you hear?”
The boy blinked again. Then slowly started to uncurl himself from his spot. Once he was facing Iker completely, he asked, “What would you like me to do Mister?”
Iker blinked.
Oh. Right.
Iker shook his head and stammered that he didn’t want anything in return.
The boy just smiled sweetly, “ I think a blow should cover the rent for this? Or would you rather a handjob?”
Iker felt his cheeks burn and he almost fell on his ass as he stumbled back. He’d felt the stirring in his jeans at the soft lust in the boy’s words, he’d been so conscious of the boy’s pink, pink lips. Iker stood promptly and turned away. He’d made a few steps when he heard the boy call out.
“Mister?”
Iker paused.
“Thank you. I promise you’ll get it back tomorrow.”
Iker forced himself to continue walking.
Iker opened his shop feeling fidgety. He wondered how the boy would return his scarf, if he would just waltz in and hand it over or if he’d just leave it for Iker to find or if he’d wait to meet Iker outside.
He waited, served people. And then at almost midnight, he saw the two taller boys crossing the road to their pavement. There was no sign of the smaller boy.
He waited. He watched them both leave together.
And then at about 2, as Iker was reading to keep his mind from wandering, he heard the door to his store open. He thought it was just another customer, but when he looked up, he was greeted by the most intense gaze. He started and the boy grinned brightly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, mister. Here.”
The boy placed Iker’s scarf on the counter, neatly folded and Iker could tell it had been washed.
“Thank you very much mister.” The boy smiled, sweetly this time, before giving him a small wave and leaving the shop. Iker watched him trail his eyes over the many books as he left the shop and Iker almost wanted to call him back and let him pick whatever book he wanted.
But he didn’t. Iker just let the boy walk out and linger on the pavement outside, his jacket still pulled close, but at least it was a slightly thicker jacket.
Iker left him alone, had 2 customers and carried on work. He felt a slight sense of fulfilment, that he’d done something good for someone else, not judging who that someone else was. His mama always told him that no matter who the person was, you should always help them if they needed help.
He glanced up to check for the boy’s presence, and frowned. A rather big man was looming over the boy, a large hand clasped tight around the boy’s arm, jerking him around a bit. The boy was fighting the man’s grip but he was no match. They were talking though, and after a brief argument, the man seemed to grow impatient and tugged the boy towards the alley next to Iker’s shop.
He knew he had no business interfering. The boy put himself at risk to these sort of dangers with a ‘job’ like that. Maybe the man paid for it.
Things were silent for a while, and then there was a loud crash of a trash can being knocked over, and Iker could vaguely hear the boy yelling. Iker went to his office, and he heard the ruckus even clearer through his back door. It wasn’t right. He could hear the scuffle, he heard cloth rip and he heard the desperation in the boy’s voice as he yelled for the man to stop and let him go. Iker ran out front, grabbed the baseball bat he kept under the counter for protection and headed out again through his office door.
The alley was dimly lit, but Iker could make out the pair a few meters away from him.
The man had the boy pinned half against the wall, half on the ground. The boy was kicking and flailing and fighting, hissing and scratching but the man held him down relatively easily and was tearing at the boy’s jeans.
Iker growled and covered the slight distance between them and shoved the man off the boy and stood over him protectively, bat at the ready.
“Back off, or I’ll call the cops.”
The man looked incredulously at Iker. “He’s just a slut! What do you care? I’m paying for it anyway!”
Iker glanced down at the boy, and red liquid spread over the boy’s skin caught his eye.
“Doesn’t seem like he wants it at all, money or not, so why don’t you just leave him alone and find someone else who’ll do whatever sick thing you want?”
Iker had no idea where he was getting the courage to say such things. The man was standing, and he was easily bigger than Iker.
They stared at each other for a while. Then the man shook his head and stalked off angrily.
Once he was completely gone from the alley, Iker turned and knelt down next to the boy, who had propped himself up against the wall. The light was dim, so all Iker could really see was the dark red liquid and how pale the boy was.
“Come on, let’s get you inside...” Iker prompted softly, slipping an arm around the boy’s shoulder and hefting him up. The boy complied, and let Iker guide him into his office.
He placed the boy on the couch, and told him to wait for a little.
He ran out, locked the front door and turned off the lights, closed his shop for the night. Then he grabbed his mini first aid kit, before settling down next to the boy. The boy was just staring blankly at the floor, his hands clasped loosely on his lap and little drops of blood dripped from his chin, landing on his arms.
“Hey, umm, I’m Iker.” Iker started awkwardly.
The boy’s dark eyes flicked up to peer nervously at Iker and Iker offered a smile he hoped looked warm and comforting.
“Cesc.”
“Are you alright, Cesc? Dizzy?” Iker continued to ask gently. He figured the blood must’ve been coming from a head wound if there was that much of it.
Cesc just shook his head slightly and Iker nodded.
“Okay, can you tell me what happened?”
“You’ll tell the cops.” Cesc said coldly, his eyes again on the floor.
“No, no I won’t. I’ll tell only if you want me to, which I doubt you do because... well. Never mind. I just need to know so I can help you.” Iker continued to prompt him.
The boy’s dark eyes flicked up again, and Iker squirmed at how detached he seemed suddenly. “He had me against the wall, I didn’t want to do what he wanted me to, so I kicked him and tried to run away. He managed to grab my ankle and I fell and hit the rim of a trash can.”
Now that Cesc was looking up, Iker could see his hair was matted slightly and blood trailed from it.
“Can I?” Iker asked, gesturing to the general area of Cesc’s head.
He just shrugged.
Iker cupped the boy’s cheek to hold him steady before he gently pushed back his matted hair, apologizing when Cesc winced. Just at his hairline was a relatively large gash, still bleeding and Iker felt his stomach twist.
“Cesc, can you hold your hair back for me?” Iker asked and the boy nodded before doing as he was asked.
Iker opened his first aid kit and took out the antiseptic wash and gauze pads.
“This will sting, it’s a pretty big cut.” Iker warned and Cesc looked at him with dark, dark eyes and Iker flushed and concentrated on his task.
Cesc hissed when Iker started cleaning the wound, but quietened down after a few swipes.
Iker tried not to be conscious of how close they were sitting, and how Cesc was practically looking right at Iker’s lap. Once he’d cleaned the blood away, he could look properly at the cut and frowned.
“This needs stitches.”
“Don’t like needles.”
“Well I can’t do it anyway, I wouldn’t dare to.”
“Don’t like needles.”
“I’ll tape it for now. But you’ll have to go to a doctor and get it stitched.” Iker told him as he taped the gauze over it firmly before cleaning Cesc’s hair of blood.
“Don’t like needles. And I ain’t got money for that. Not after I just lost my pay for tonight.”
Iker bit his lip. Cesc was looking at him with those dark, bedroom eyes again and Iker bit his lip harder.
“Don’t worry babe. I’ve survived worse.” Cesc purred and Iker froze as the boy slowly shifted so that he was facing Iker, and he placed one hand on Iker’s thigh.
“Thank you for saving me. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come out.”
“It.. it.. it’s no problem.” Iker stammered. Cesc’s hand felt hot against his thigh, Iker could feel the heat radiating through his jeans and it went straight to the warmth pooling in his loins.
“No, I didn’t pay you back for the scarf and now this. I want to. Please?”
And there was almost an innocence to his question and Iker gulped.
“No charge, and I’m perfectly clean. I have the papers for it. And I’m pretty sure you’re clean too.” He teased, and laughed when Iker flushed.
“So?” Cesc prompted, and Iker’s swallowed hard again.
Who the hell was he trying to kid? A cute kid wanted to have sex with him. He hadn’t slept with anyone for a long time, how long he didn’t want to specify but it was pretty damned long. And Cesc was cute. With a very nice body, all lean and smooth and soft.
He took Cesc’s cheek in his hand again, this time though, he pulled Cesc in and kissed him hard and fast and he couldn’t help his moan when he came alive, licking and nipping hotly at Iker’s mouth. He allowed Cesc to push him backwards to lie on the couch and they continued furiously kissing at each other’s mouths as Ces climbed to straddle Iker’s lap, grinding himself down on Iker, causing them both to moan into panting mouths.
“Hang on, hang on.” Iker gasped, pulling Cesc’s flushed face away from himself when a thought suddenly occurred. “You’re old enough, right?”
Cesc blinked, and grinned a dark, sexy smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat on you.”
Iker realized he must’ve looked like he was about to have a heart attack or something because the boy on his lap laughed till he almost fell off Iker’s lap.
“I’m joking! You think my pimp would be stupid enough to put and underage boy on the streets? Not in this part of town. I’m 21, don’t worry.”
And then he was kissing Iker again, and started doing things with his mouth on Iker’s jaw and neck and Iker’s conscience and morals packed their bags and left for the night.
Iker watched through heavy eyelids as Cesc pulled on his clothes. It was almost five and they’d been very vigorous and Iker was exhausted. How the boy could hop around so much as he pulled his jeans on amazed Iker. But Iker forced himself to get up. He stumbled over to his pants, pulled them on and took out his wallet and pulled out some cash.
“Go to a doctor. Get your stitches. Or else you’ll keep bleeding like a stuck pig.” Iker ordered when Cesc bumped into him. “And go pick a book. I’ve seen you looking at them.” Iker gestured to a pile of books he had yet to sort out.
He saw Cesc’s eyes light up at that and Iker couldn’t help but smile.
“Really? Seriously, you would?” Cesc sounded so painfully young and excited and Iker wouldn’t even think about denying him.
“Sure. Take two if you want.”
Cesc paused. “I can’t pay you. I can’t even pay you back.”
Iker cracked into a very naughty grin. “You can pay me back some other way.”
He grinned even more when Cesc looked briefly stunned at his sudden boldness and Iker put the blame on the very, very good round of sex he just had and the lack of sleep. But Cesc broke into an equally naughty grin before tiptoeing slightly to kiss Iker playfully.
“I like how you think Mister.”
He then eagerly turned his attention over to the books and Iker let him take his pick. Iker slumped back to the couch and sprawled over it, took a deep breath and smiling at the lingering smell of sex. He yawned and turned to watch Cesc.
He cocked his eyebrow at one of the books Cesc was holding, but chose not to ask.
Cesc grinned once he’d made his choice and headed over to Iker again. He knelt down and smiled sweetly at Iker and Iker felt his heart hop a little.
“Thank you my knight in ratty old jeans.” Cesc smiled as he leaned down to kiss Iker briefly. “Good night.”
Iker smiled sleepily and called for him to look the door behind him. He was already half asleep as Cesc crossed the room and he finally fell asleep once he heard the door lock behind Cesc.
Iker grinned and waved at his three friends who were waiting for him at their table. Iker slipped into the booth next to Sergio and across Cris and Ricardo and smiled. “So how is everyone?”
Cris and Sergio shared a brief look before Cris grinned.
“Looks like someone finally got some ass.”
Iker felt his jaw drop.
“I can’t believe it! Iker gets some before I do! What is this world coming to?” Sergio grumbled. “So, spill Casillas. Who was it? Anyone we know?”
Iker flushed.
“Guys, leave him alone.” Kaka interjected and Iker thanked the lord for the sweet guy, until he spoke again, playfully, but still. “We don’t want him to get cranky again!”
Cris laughed at his boyfriends jibe but smiled apologetically once he was done. “We’re sorry Iker, it’s just you have been really grouchy ever since Eva. But really, who was it?”
“Or did you just get a hooker?” Sergio asked teasingly, but Iker couldn’t help the blood that rushed to his face.
There was silence from his three friends, until Sergio burst out.
“No way. No. Fucking. Way. I’m sure Ana would’ve if you just asked her?!”
Iker buried his face in his hands as Cris and Sergio bickered. And then Ricardo was asking him something and he had to look up. “What?”
“Were you careful? You don’t want to pick up anything..”
“Yes, he had his pape-“ Iker slapped his hand over his mouth.
“YOU GOT A BOY?!?!!?” Sergio practically yelled and Iker wanted to crawl under the table.
Iker bit his lip.
“You could have just asked me Iker, if you were really that desperate!” Sergio continued to freak out.
Iker blinked. “I would never sleep with you Sergio. That is too weird. It’d be like... sleeping with my younger sister.”
Sergio snorted and huffed and sulked.
Ricardo and Cris were merely watching Iker worriedly.
“What?”
“It was one of those boys you were telling us about, no? The ones who hang around outside your shop?” Cris asked.
Iker blushed again. He could still see in his mind the way Cesc arched his back when he moaned on top of Iker.
“Oh dear lord Iker. What’s happened to you?” Sergio gasped, pulling Iker to look at him, holding him by his cheeks and looking deep into his eyes, as if checking if Iker was possessed.
Iker batted Sergio’s hands off of him and grumbled.
“Look, I just needed it okay? It’s not like I’m seeing him regularly. Now can we please drop the subject? It’s probably not going to happen again anyway.”
Kaka raised his hands to calm Iker down. “Alright, we’re just watching out for you.”
Iker just huffed under his breath, but he just couldn’t get Cesc out of his head.
It happened every few nights. Cesc would wait for his two companions to be picked up first, then he’d sashay into Iker’s shop and Iker’d close early for the night. Iker’d fucked Cesc on the little table in his back office one night and he could still hear the legs squeaking and he thrust into the tight heat. Another night, they’d fucked on Iker’s cashier counter, the risk of being seen driving them both a little crazy. They then did it in the beanbag corner Iker’d recently set up for people who’d want to sit in and read.
And now they were back on the couch, Iker’s arms wrapped tight around Cesc’s waist, his sticky chest to Cesc’s sweaty back, making sure Cesc wouldn’t fall off his precarious position on the edge of the couch. Iker, satisfied for the night, nuzzled and kissed down Cesc’s neck lazily, nipping occasionally here and there. Cesc’s breaths were even and deep, and anyone else would have thought he was asleep, but Iker had found out Cesc was sort of calm like that. He liked to spoon after sex and Iker was more than happy to oblige.
“Cesc?”
The boy just mmm-ed softly.
“Why Gossip Girl? I mean, I won’t judge you on what you read, but it’s just...”
“My sister. She likes it.”
“Oh.”
That was the first time Iker had heard anything about Cesc’s life outside of his ‘job’. He had no idea if Cesc was doing anything else during the day, if his parents were still around, Iker knew nothing, except now he knew Cesc had a sister. And he suddenly felt terribly guilty.
“How old is she?”
“16 this year.”
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence, as Iker tried to gather his courage to ask Cesc about himself. Cesc seemed to sense where Iker’s thoughts were going and turned in Iker’s arms to look at him.
“My parents died when we were really young. We were placed in foster home after foster home, and we didn’t want to be separated, so it was difficult. Once I turned 16 I found work and got us a place of our own and I officially became my sister’s guardian. But the economy flopped and I couldn’t get a job, so here I am.
“I chose to do this, at least until I can get a proper job and get my feet back under me again.”
“I’m s-“
“I don’t need your pity Iker. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my sister safe and happy.”
Iker marvelled at the strength and character of the boy in his arms. If he had been Cesc’s age, Iker wasn’t sure he would have been able to survive on his own, much less support a sibling.
Iker leaned down and kissed Cesc gently.
“I’ll bring in the series for you.”
And so that’s how their relationship worked. Much to the distaste of Iker’s friends, but to him it was none of their business. Cesc’s two friends figured it out after a while, and he’d seen their wistful looks, not exactly at him, as Cesc explained, but at the stability and safety that Iker offered Cesc. Of course Cesc still had to work and earn his money, but their relationship grew from just casual sex traded for books, to a sort of strange fuck-buddy thing- Iker still gladly brought in books for Cesc- till one day Iker found himself wanting to be more to Cesc. The boy had grown on him. Underneath the sexy kitten vibe, Cesc was just an ordinary boy. He was almost shy sometimes, playful and affectionate, but because of his life, he always had something of a cynical edge to him, his jokes usually witty, but scathing and sarcastic. And somehow Iker found he managed to fall in love with that.
But he didn’t want to ruin it.
He had no idea if Cesc felt the same way. Cesc had a pretty good poker face when it came to his real, raw emotions and they weren’t close enough yet for Iker to be able to read him properly.
So they kept their arrangement, and their relationship continued to grow stronger.
And then one night, it all just vanished.
Because that’s what happened to Cesc. He literally vanished.
Iker hadn’t seen him all week, both his friends were absent as well. His street corner was empty after such a long time. He had no means of trying to contact Cesc. Their arrangement was such that Cesc would be the one to go to Iker. It had worked, until now.
At first Iker was terrified that something had happened to Cesc. And then he was hurt that Cesc would just leave him like that. He also told himself he was being silly, because neither of them actually said they were together, just because he felt that way didn’t mean Cesc felt the same way too.
The whole week, and nothing at all. No call or letter or anything. Iker was just starting to go a little crazy with the fear that Cesc was murdered and upset that Cesc left him, when one evening, the brunet boy reappeared on the street, accompanied by a girl. Iker watched as they turned round the corner and reached Iker’s shop door. They came in and when they finally reached his counter, the girl took her cap off and grinned.
And Iker gasped. She was a splitting image of Cesc, down to the eyebrows and eyes and nose.
“Hola. You must be Iker. I’m Carlota, Cesc’s sister.”
Iker felt his thudding heart relax a little. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking Cesc had changed into a girl.
“Hola.” Iker greeted in return.
She smiled sadly at him.
“My brother wanted me to give you this.”
She extracted a book from her bag and handed it to Iker. “He wrote something inside that he wants you to read.”
Iker looked at the book, one of the Dresden Files books. He’d introduced Cesc to the series and Cesc had fallen in love with it and Iker had given Cesc his copy of the book because stocks weren’t coming in.
He looked back up at the girl, and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “And I think he would’ve wanted to give you that.”
“Take care Iker.” She smiled slightly and waved, and left with the brunet boy called Danny.
Iker watched them leave before looking back at the book. It was a hard cover and just inside the front cover, was what Cesc had wanted him to read.
Iker,
I’m sorry first of all. I wish it didn’t have to happen his way, but things are not working well for me and my sister now. My pimp found out what I was doing and forced me to leave town.
Thanks for everything, it meant more to me than you probably think.
I’ll be back someday Iker, and I hope you’ll still be here when I do.
Cesc.
Iker shut the book, his heart confused and in turmoil and just aching. Numbed, he ambled into his back room, carefully placing the book on his shelf of personal favourite books that he treasured. And so it remained there, untouched for three years. It became too painful for Iker to even read the series anymore, it always reminded him of Cesc. They once had a long discussion about Harry and Thomas’ relationship, and Iker had wanted to bring up their own relationship during the discussion, but he’d let it go out of fear. So it was almost three years later when Iker finally thought about the Dresden Files again.
He’d never seen anyone again after Cesc, at least not on a regular basis. Ana had tried to get through to him, but Iker just couldn’t see it happening. It wasn’t that he was moping anymore, no. He just couldn’t find anyone quite like Cesc. No one even came close.
He thought about the Dresden Files when he was reading through a new book he’d just brought in. At first, it had seemed quite like a teenage read, like Twilight or something, but after the initial chapter, Iker found himself pushing it further and further into the urban noir category, the style and tone of writing, the sarcastic humour and roaring action, reminding him so much of the Dresden Files. He’d finished the book in a day, and immediately placed an order for a larger stock. He was pretty sure it was going to get hot after a bit and so far his instincts hadn’t been proved wrong with books.
Once he was off the phone with the agent, he glanced over the book cover again and took note of the author’s name, should any other book be published by them. Keri K. Syla. Iker snorted. Interesting name. He set the book aside and considered the story again. Lost boy, who is picked up by a magician who takes the boy under his wing, recognizing the boy’s potential. For some reason it struck a cord in Iker and he found himself thinking about Harry Dresden again. After what felt like ages of pushing the book into the back of his mind.
He wandered into his office, to his shelf. The book right in the corner was dusty with lack of use and Iker slowly ran finger down its spine, memories of him and Cesc suddenly flooding back. The characters in the book, Carl and Ivan had seemed so familiar, and the more Iker thought about it, the more he felt like Carl and Ivan were Cesc and him.
He shook himself. He was just being a sentimental old twat.
But he still placed Keri K. Syla’s book with the rest of special stash, right next to his special copy of White Night.
Two weeks later, the book was in and Iker had made sure to display it nicely on the fantasy shelf.
A week after that, the book was selling pretty well and Iker’s stock was fast running out. He’d just put a few more on the shelf and had puttered off to Romance, its shelf back to back with Fantasy. Iker’s shelves were pretty tall and without gaps in between so when someone spoke from somewhere at the Fantasy shelf, Iker couldn’t see him at all. He’d heard someone come in, but usually walk-in customers didn’t talk to him, only his regulars did. So he couldn’t help but jump a little when a voice came from Fantasy.
“You think this Keri K. Syla is any good?”
Iker looked up and shrugged, forgetting the person couldn’t see him.
“Oh, uh yeah! It’s one of my personal favourites right now, and if you’re into urban noir, I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”
“Hmmmm. Writing style seems familiar..”
Iker frowned. He’d heard that voice before. Somewhere. His heart twinged and started to beat a little faster.
“Well, if you’ve read the Dresden Files, then I think that’s where you find the similarity.” Iker answered as he rounded the shelves, eager to see who his familiar guest was. His heart was pounding by now.
He came round and looked down the aisle.
“Oh yes. I think Jim Butcher is genius.”
Standing, facing him was his boy. Who wasn’t so much of a boy anymore.
“Cesc?” Iker gasped, his breath getting stuck in his throat.
“I promised you I’d be back to see you, didn’t I?” Cesc smiled warmly and Iker’s inhale stuttered. Cesc had matured over the three years he’d been gone. Gone was the long, floppy hair, instead his hair was shorn close at the sides with the top and back neatly styled. His face was sharper, all his features in stark relief, having outgrown all his puppyfat, and he wore well fit clothes which showed off a body, still lean, but with a wiry muscle to it. And he’d grown taller, but not by much.
Cesc put down the book he was holding and walked over to Iker, who was still rooted to the spot. He’d chosen to forget about Cesc’s promise. He didn’t think Cesc would really come back to him.
Cesc stopped in front of him, still smiling slightly, and reached out a hand. Iker looked up at him and noticed the slight tenseness in his shoulders, as if he was nervous. Nervous about how Iker felt about him, and he could suddenly see all the questions swirling in Cesc’s mind, if Iker had moved on, if Iker was mad at him or if Iker didn’t want anything to do with him.
Iker looked back down at the offered hand, took it and promptly pulled Cesc in against himself, wrapping his arms tightly around his boy’s back and burying his nose into Cesc’s hair and cheek. Cesc seemed shocked at first, but Iker sighed happily when Cesc returned the gesture, smooshing his face into Iker’s neck and his hands fisting in Iker’s shirt.
They stayed that way for some time, just savouring the familiarity and also the novelty of each other. Iker held tight, trying to tell himself that Cesc was really there, that he was really, really there.
Cesc pulled his face out of hiding in Iker’s shoulder to smile brightly at him. Iker couldn’t help raising a hand and stroking down Cesc’s cheek, and his fingertips drew across Cesc’s lips, Cesc reached up and held Iker’s palm to his mouth and kissed him gently, and Iker’s heart continued to beat faster.
“I’m sorry Iker. I’m so so so so so sorry.” Cesc apologized softly, still holding Iker’s hand against his face, his eyes heavy with pain and sadness and Iker recognized easily.
Iker shook his head and turned his hand slightly so his index finger rested on Cesc’s lips as he started to apologize again. “It wasn’t your fault Cesc.”
Cesc squeezed his eyes shut at that and Iker heard and felt him swallow hard, trying to forget the nightmare that was his life then.
“Oh Cesc.” Iker murmured softly, his hand on Cesc’s cheek moving back to hold Cesc’s neck and pull him into another hug. “It’s over now, no? You don’t have to go back there right?”
Cesc nodded into his shoulder and Iker ran his hands up and down Cesc’s back.
Iker just held him as he took a while to compose himself, and Iker didn’t want to think anymore about what Cesc had been through.
After a bit, Cesc stood properly again, took Iker’s face in his hands and kissed him slow and soft and sensual, and it left Iker completely breathless.
Cesc pulled away and licked his lips. “I hope I didn’t get your signals wrong.”
Iker responded by crashing their lips together again, wanting to show Cesc just how much he’d missed him.
He smiled when he felt Cesc shudder against him, and only broke the kiss then to take in Cesc’s flushed cheeks and even redder lips.
“Let me close for the night, and then we can talk, yes?” Iker offered, again stroking Cesc’s cheek. “Make yourself comfortable in my office. I’ll join you in a bit.”
Iker let go of Cesc and kissed him briefly again, letting his hands trail over Cesc’s hip as they parted. He went and locked up the front of the store, armed the security system and turned off the lights before heading back into the office.
Cesc was on the couch, his clean, in good condition sneakers lying on the floor, his feet curled up under him. He was flipping through the Keri K. Sylas book and Iker smiled. “You like it?”
Cesc looked up and smiled, and Iker raised an eyebrow at the mischief in it.
“Do you like it, Iker?” Cesc asked back as Iker sat down next to him.
Iker smiled amusedly, “Well, yes. I like it quite a lot actually. The style of writing, it’s quite like Jim Butcher’s but I guess with a distinctly more dark and cynical edge. Where Harry is honourable, good natured and good hearted, I find Carl more realistic with his darker, grittier edge. And the sarcasm and humour in it, it’s got just the right urban noir pitch. Not exactly like Dresden Files, but just as good.”
“Well, I’m definitely happy to hear that. It wasn’t easy you know, finding just the right voice for Carl. He’s not necessarily a good person, but what he does is good and it was kinda hard to portray that.” Cesc mused as he flipped through the book.
Iker just blinked for a while.
“You’re kidding right?”
Cesc looked right at Iker. “No. Your passion for reading inspired me to write. Thinking about you made it easy to write Ivan and Carl, and when it was easy to write them, it was easy to write the story.”
“You’re serious?” Iker asked still, looking Cesc right in the eye. “No making fun of me.”
Cesc leaned in. “I swear on my sister’s life, I am not kidding.”
Iker gaped. Cesc grinned. “I don’t care anymore about Nebula awards or whatever. As long as you liked it, I’m satisfied.”
“But but but! What on earth is that name on the cover?! That’s not your name! Not even remotely your name!”
Cesc giggled as Iker flailed. “That’s because it’s your name Iker. I used your name as my pen name moniker thingy.”
Keri K. Syla.
Iker Casillas.
“Jesus that is a crap name from my name.” Iker groused and Cesc grinned brightly again.
Iker flipped open the book and read the blurb about the author on the backpage. “Born in 1987, Keri grew up reading all sorts of shit and experiencing lots of shit. Keri now lives with his teenage sister and draws on his own experiences to write. His love for the like of Jim Butcher, Simon R. Green and Rob Thurman pushed his writing into the urban noir realm and along with a secret force guiding him, Keri has never looked back.”
Iker blinked. “How could I have never realized it?”
“Sometimes you don’t know what you’re looking for till you’ve found it, no?”
Iker looked up at him and smiled.
“So, Keri, how is your sister? You know, when she came to drop off the book and I saw her face, I seriously thought you’d suddenly become a girl. You two look scarily alike. Are you sure you’re not twins?”
“Lota is good. She says hi by the way. She’s up and coming in the whole graphic novel and cover art industry now, she did the cover art for my book. And hah we get that a lot. But no, we’re not. Carlota’s three years younger than me.”
Iker nodded slowly until a thought hit him.
“But you said last time, that she was 16 and you were 21. My Math may be rusty but I’m pretty sure the difference between that isn’t 3.”
Cesc had the decency to look guilty.
“So I wasn’t 21 yet. But I wasn’t underage either, I was 19.”
Iker shook his head.
“I didn’t mean to lie to you Iker, I just wanted you so damn bad alright? I knew that you’d say no if I told you I was 19, and don’t try to lie now and tell me you wouldn’t have done that.” Cesc continued just as Iker was about to protest.
Iker just humphed and crossed his arms over his chest and pouted at Cesc.
Cesc just cocked an eyebrow. “I can make it up to you?”
Iker grinned. “Oh yeah. I really liked that scene where Carl and Ivan have hot, almost angry make-up sex.”
“Mmmm. You picked out my favourite scene.” Cesc purred, his hands wandering down to the front of his jeans.
“I bet you were so hard and hot when you thought about it.” Iker teased in return, as he moved to lean over Cesc on the couch, his hands slapping Cesc’s away.
Cesc moaned as Iker started to rub the heel of his palm against his still clothed cock.
Impatient, and who could blame him?, Iker took his hand away and immediately pressed his hand inside Cesc’s jeans, growling happily when he found nothing but hot skin and hard cock.
“This isn’t what happened between Carl and Ivan, Iker.” Cesc gasped out as Iker started to fist his cock.
“I know. This is whats happening between you and me.” Iker drawled, leaning down and catching Cesc’s mouth with his own, licking at Cesc’s open mouth.
They shifted so that Cesc was lying on the couch, his legs resting on Iker’s thighs, with Iker’s hands now down his undone jeans. Iker tugged his jeans down a little more and reached further, brushing his fingertips over his entrance, delighting when Cesc arched and groaned oh so beautifully.
Neither of them lasted long. They’d both needed the other so bad they didn’t need it to last long. Their cloths were tangled and not quite off their bodies and their limbs were tangled as they lay entwined, their mouths still meeting softly and slowly. Iker shifted a little, pulling Cesc closer to himself and they both froze when the couch creaked tiredly.
Cesc broke into a grin first, giggling against Iker’s lips.
Iker smiled and tilted his head up to kiss Cesc’s forehead, his eyes finding the scar from those three years ago. He reached up and brushed a finger over it.
“So. What happens to Carl and Ivan in the next book?”
Tell me what you think!! And have some Cesc for your time!
UNF boy is looking so gorgeous now.