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pairing fernando torres/ sergio ramos
rating r
word count 594
summary sergio knows he shouldn't give in, but he can't help it.
note i have no idea where this came from. has the hints of a happy ending!
Sergio writhes as Fernando presses against him, teasing, and he feels so out of control, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, at Fernando’s skin, leaving little half-moons littered all over his back, and Sergio throws his head back and moans throatily as Fernando pushes past the ring of muscle, into him, gasping softly. Sergio doesn’t usually let this happen, doesn’t usually let Fernando have control like this, doesn’t usually lose control like this, not around Fernando because he can’t anymore, stopped when Fernando left, doesn’t usually let himself feel with this much abandon, because he knows what will happen after- knows Fernando will choose Olalla over him, knows how he’ll feel when he wakes up to an empty bed.
He doesn’t want to think about that right now, though- only wants to concentrate on the feeling of Fernando filling him up, feeling the striker’s skin under his hot palms, opening his eyes and seeing only Fernando, nothing else, not needing anything but this. He pushes his hips back against Fernando and the older boy brings a hand up to cup Sergio’s cheek, and Sergio feels like his heart is going to explode, feels himself slipping into something beyond reality, because this isn’t supposed to happen in real life, he isn’t supposed to let Fernando back in like this.
But how could he grow a backbone when Fernando was looking at him like that, with eyes that told Sergio in no uncertain terms that he was still wanted, if not loved. But this- Fernando’s cock in his ass, yes, but more importantly Fernando’s fingers against his cheek- it feels too much like the love they used to share, and Sergio knows he shouldn’t have come upstairs with the blond tonight. Knows he shouldn’t have, but couldn’t help it, still loves Fernando, goddammit, even though he knows better. Knows what will happen after.
Fernando’s breathing is speeding up, and his free hand works its way down Sergio’s body to grip the younger man’s cock, stroking roughly, and Sergio just gives in, lets his eyes slip closed and his eyelids are a canvas of red and white and he comes hard, hips jerking back against Fernando, who follows a moment after.
Sergio opens his eyes when he feels Fernando slip out of him, his fingers still stroking his cheekbone. Sergio reaches up and grips the striker’s wrist, begging silently. Stay. And, for once, Fernando acquiesces, tucks himself into bed next to Sergio instead of pulling his pants back on. Sergio knows better than to snuggle into the freckled body beside him -wants to, but also doesn’t want to scare Fernando away, doesn’t know if he can handle that- so he takes what he is offered and rolls over, letting his eyes close again as sleep drags him under.
When he wakes up, Fernando’s arms are carefully draped over his torso, and Sergio gives in this time and snuggles, just a little bit, against the tall striker, his heart swelling immeasurably. It’s not what he expected, and it saddens him to know that he is surprised the older boy stayed, but he’ll take what he can get, will gladly press himself against his Nando for a few extra hours because remembering this will dull the pain he knows he’ll feel when Fernando does leave. And maybe, eventually, it won’t be a surprise anymore, it will become routine again, to wake up with Fernando next to him.
That’s what Sergio hopes, anyway, and he knows he’ll hang on to that for the rest of his life, if he needs to.
pairing fernando torres/ sergio ramos
rating r
word count 594
summary sergio knows he shouldn't give in, but he can't help it.
note i have no idea where this came from. has the hints of a happy ending!
Sergio writhes as Fernando presses against him, teasing, and he feels so out of control, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, at Fernando’s skin, leaving little half-moons littered all over his back, and Sergio throws his head back and moans throatily as Fernando pushes past the ring of muscle, into him, gasping softly. Sergio doesn’t usually let this happen, doesn’t usually let Fernando have control like this, doesn’t usually lose control like this, not around Fernando because he can’t anymore, stopped when Fernando left, doesn’t usually let himself feel with this much abandon, because he knows what will happen after- knows Fernando will choose Olalla over him, knows how he’ll feel when he wakes up to an empty bed.
He doesn’t want to think about that right now, though- only wants to concentrate on the feeling of Fernando filling him up, feeling the striker’s skin under his hot palms, opening his eyes and seeing only Fernando, nothing else, not needing anything but this. He pushes his hips back against Fernando and the older boy brings a hand up to cup Sergio’s cheek, and Sergio feels like his heart is going to explode, feels himself slipping into something beyond reality, because this isn’t supposed to happen in real life, he isn’t supposed to let Fernando back in like this.
But how could he grow a backbone when Fernando was looking at him like that, with eyes that told Sergio in no uncertain terms that he was still wanted, if not loved. But this- Fernando’s cock in his ass, yes, but more importantly Fernando’s fingers against his cheek- it feels too much like the love they used to share, and Sergio knows he shouldn’t have come upstairs with the blond tonight. Knows he shouldn’t have, but couldn’t help it, still loves Fernando, goddammit, even though he knows better. Knows what will happen after.
Fernando’s breathing is speeding up, and his free hand works its way down Sergio’s body to grip the younger man’s cock, stroking roughly, and Sergio just gives in, lets his eyes slip closed and his eyelids are a canvas of red and white and he comes hard, hips jerking back against Fernando, who follows a moment after.
Sergio opens his eyes when he feels Fernando slip out of him, his fingers still stroking his cheekbone. Sergio reaches up and grips the striker’s wrist, begging silently. Stay. And, for once, Fernando acquiesces, tucks himself into bed next to Sergio instead of pulling his pants back on. Sergio knows better than to snuggle into the freckled body beside him -wants to, but also doesn’t want to scare Fernando away, doesn’t know if he can handle that- so he takes what he is offered and rolls over, letting his eyes close again as sleep drags him under.
When he wakes up, Fernando’s arms are carefully draped over his torso, and Sergio gives in this time and snuggles, just a little bit, against the tall striker, his heart swelling immeasurably. It’s not what he expected, and it saddens him to know that he is surprised the older boy stayed, but he’ll take what he can get, will gladly press himself against his Nando for a few extra hours because remembering this will dull the pain he knows he’ll feel when Fernando does leave. And maybe, eventually, it won’t be a surprise anymore, it will become routine again, to wake up with Fernando next to him.
That’s what Sergio hopes, anyway, and he knows he’ll hang on to that for the rest of his life, if he needs to.