[Fic - Real Madrid] I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part V)
Title: I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part V)
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 4,762
Summary: Sequel to Can't Let Go. In which Mesut and Sergio can't keep it in their pants and therefore just have sex in places that aren't their bed.
Prompt: --
Author's Notes: I had a bit that didn't fit into the first fic, but I didn't want to just leave it as a weird 1.3k of disjointed fic. And thencagedlight was all, "I want moar!" and I really suck at saying no to her, so I went ahead and wrote more. And more. And more. Basically: it's all porn with a little bit of plot. Exactly how things should be.
It’s loud and Sergio’s already have a good half a dozen drinks as he leans up against the counter, hand tapping along with the beat of the song. Mesut watches him from where the team’s secured a place in one of the booths. Cris and Kaká are pressed up next to each other. Fabio is across from him, giving Cris jealous glances every few seconds as Karim and Xabi talk about...something, Esteban pressed up against Xabi’s side, eyes glued to his phone. José and Gonzalo are out on the dance floor and Mesut has to choke back a laugh at the two of them. Marcelo and Pepe were dancing with Sergio before he went for another drink.
Mesut watches as Sergio flashes the bartender a smile as he places his order and he smiles and shakes his head. He watches as he gets his drink, the girl leaning up against the counter, smile bright and teeth white and Sergio stops for a moment, listens and then shakes his head, slips her a tip across the counter before leaning back against it, scanning the crowd.
Marcelo and Pepe wave to him from their spot on the dance floor, wanting him to go back and Sergio waves back, shakes his head as he continues searching. Finally his eyes make it up to the booth where he catches Mesut staring at him and he grins, raising his eyebrows as he pushes himself off of the edge of the bar and makes his way over.
Mesut keeps eye contact with him until he slides next to him in the booth, arm sliding around the back of the plastic covered booth, behind his shoulders, his fist hitting Cris in the shoulder before wrapping around Mesut and pulling him closer.
Cris looks over with a grin and a wink and Mesut rolls his eyes as Kaká smiles good naturally at the two of them, shaking his head.
“You should come dance with me,” Sergio whispers hotly against his ear, sending goosebumps down his body and he shivers subtly when Sergio presses a kiss under his ear, teeth nibbling on his earlobe, catching against his earring. The feeling shoots down Mesut’s body and he holds back a shallow moan.
“You know I don’t dance,” he hisses, his eyes flickering up when he feels Fabio giving him a look from a cross the table, a shy, knowing smile.
Sergio’s hand sneaks from around his shoulders to settle around his waist, pulling him in close, “Doesn’t matter,” he whispers again, “Please,” he pleads and Mesut rolls his eyes but lets himself get pulled from the booth.
Cris waggles his eyebrows as he follows Sergio and Mesut flips him off as Kaká smacks Cris good naturally behind the head, who gives him a pouty look.
The music’s loud and Sergio says something that Mesut can’t understand so he just smiles at him, wider when Sergio pulls him up against him, hips flush against each other as Sergio moves them to the beat of the music, tight against each other, close, breathes fanning across each other’s faces.
Sergio looks down at him, smile wide on his face, eyes bright and breathe smelling slightly of alcohol and Mesut doesn’t see him like this often, likes the way he looks. Hot and happy and the loud music around them, moving in a sea of other people and Sergio’s hands crawl up underneath the hem of his shirt warm against the sweating skin he finds there.
Mesut mirrors his actions, hands on Sergio’s hips, thumbs on his hips as he rubs circles over his hipbones, hands gripping tight just above the waistband of his jeans and Sergio’s eyes glaze over more and Mesut smiles up at him, lifts his eyebrows up and Sergio bends down, presses a kiss right below his ear, whispers, “Come with me,” and pulls away, slips their sweaty hands together and heads towards the back.
He follows him with quiet amusement, wondering what he’s thinking and then Sergio pushes through the back door and the cool night air is refreshing against his hot skin. He can still hear the music pulsing from the other side of the wall but he doesn’t have time to focus on anything because Sergio’s got him pushed up against the side of the building, his mouth hot and wet on his own and he smiles against him.
Sergio’s hands are everywhere at once and Mesut wonders if maybe he’s miscounted the number of drinks he’s put back, lets out a sigh when Sergio lifts his shirt and slides his hands back underneath it.
“Someone’s going to see us,” he hisses, only half convincingly, he knows, as Sergio moves down to his neck, hands moving up, fingers tweaking both nipples and he bites down on his lip, the combination of cold air and hot skin and Sergio wanting and eager pushed up against him. He can’t stop his hands from moving to slide into Sergio’s hair and bring his mouth back up to his own, kisses him deep and long, bites on his bottom lip and Sergio sighs against it and he slides his tongue into his mouth when he does so.
“Let them. It’d be hot,” Sergio finally says and Mesut has to wait a moment before he remembers what he’s talking about and he rolls his eyes and Sergio laughs, breathe warm against his face and then moans when Mesut moves his right hand from his hair and down his body to cup him, feels how hard he is in his pants and grins as Sergio bucks up against his hand, whines low in his throat.
“Don’t tease me,” he pouts and Mesut looks at him for a moment before laughing.
“But you’re so fun to tease,” Mesut whispers against his ear and Sergio moans again, pushes up against him harder.
“But you like me too much to tease me right now, right?” Sergio asks, looking at him through his eyelashes and Mesut’s stomach clenches at the way his eyes are so dark, the way they’re looking at him like Sergio wants to consume him and he swallows and looks both ways before grabbing Sergio by his hands and dragging him to the other side of the bins behind the club.
He pushes him back up against the brick wall, hungry and wanting and Sergio’s panting against him spurs him on.
“No, schatzi,” he whispers against his ear, “I won’t tease you.”
Sergio pauses at the strange word, looks at him for a moment, eyes clearing for a brief moment before Mesut bites down on his bottom lip as he fumbles with his belt buckle, fingers thick and clumsy. Sergio tries to help him, but his hands just get in the way and Mesut bats them away as he laughs against his mouth.
Finally he succeeds and he quickly works on his button and zip and Sergio pushes up against him as he pushes the pants down to the middle of his thighs, his hand quickly finding its way inside his underwear, wrapping around Sergio’s cock.
He’s hard and there’s precum leaking all over the tip of it and when Mesut swipes his fingers over his head his head hits the wall behind him as he bucks his hips up.
“Careful,” Mesut chuckles as he threads his other hand into his hair, cradling the back of his head. He leans in to kiss him as his hand starts working his dick, twisting around the top before moving up and down, using his precum as lube.
After a minute his hand leaves the back of his head to come between their mouths and Sergio manages to open his eyes as Mesut slips his fingers into his mouth and he groans at the sight, brings his mouth forward to come up against the fingers and Mesut’s mouth, tongue darting in around his digits before Mesut pulls his hand away and it also disappears into his underwear.
His mouth drops into an O as he feels Mesut’s fingers play with his balls, rolling them around, his other hand still jacking him off and he bites his own lip to keep himself from making too much noise.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stutters out and he knows Mesut’s grinning on the other side of his closed eyes. His hands fly from Mesut’s waist to grip his arms when he feels his fingers leave his balls and start circling his entrance.
He’s drunk and horny and his boyfriend’s giving him a hand job in a back alley behind a bar and pulls him closer by the front of his shirt, their mouths meeting harshly together and Mesut’s hand tightens around his dick as his finger pushes up into him at the sudden pull and that’s all he needs and he’s cumming, hips bucking up into Mesut’s hand as he groans into his mouth.
Mesut works him through it, hand slowing down as he pulls away and drops his head back against the wall, breathe coming out fast and hard and Mesut’s pressing butterfly kisses against his neck and chin.
“God Sergio,” he breathes against his chin and Sergio lets out a limp laugh, looks down at him and smiles.
“Fuck, Mesut. You’re...fuck,” and Mesut pulls his hands out of his pants and makes a face at the mess that’s covering them.
Sergio smiles, pride sneaking into it as he pulls napkins from his pants pockets, “I brought these, just in case,” he tells him, slightly cheekily and Mesut just raises his eyebrows as he takes them, wipes his hands clean as Sergio does the same with his cock, tossing the dirty napkins in the dumpster next to them.
“Do you want me to...?” and his voice trails off as he gestures at Mesut who looks down and shakes his head as he looks up.
“I want to get you home first,” and it sounds promising and Sergio gives him a look as Mesut wiggles his eyebrows comically.
They make their way back to the door but just before they pull it open, club music loud, door vibrating against his hand, Sergio stops and looks at Mesut.
“What did you say to me? Before?” and Mesut pauses for a moment, as if thinking about playing dumb and Sergio nudges him, “C’mon, you know what I’m talking about,” and Mesut lets out a breathe, reaches behind him to scratch the back of his neck.
Sergio smiles at the telltale sign of his awkwardness and leans in, “It can’t be that embarrassing,” he says and Mesut shrugs.
“It’s like saying baby or sweetheart,” Mesut explains and Sergio opens his mouth to tell him that’s kind of adorable when Mesut continues, slightly oblivious, “But, I don’t know, I meant as more,” he says and Sergio snaps his mouth shut, waits for him to finish.
Mesut pauses for a moment before looking back up at him, “But it can also, kind of, mean ‘treasure’, if you’re using it a little more loosely,” and Sergio can tell that he’s going to start babbling, “Like, schatz means ‘treasure’ but it just, I don’t know, the extra ‘i’ on the end just,” and Sergio leans in and kisses the rest of his words away.
“I like it,” he says simply when he pulls away and Mesut smiles up at him.
“Now, what do you say you take this fine piece of treasure in there and show everyone what they’re missing out on?” Sergio asks with a quirk of his eyebrows as he opens the back door and pulls Mesut, shaking his head, along behind him.
Part VI
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 4,762
Summary: Sequel to Can't Let Go. In which Mesut and Sergio can't keep it in their pants and therefore just have sex in places that aren't their bed.
Prompt: --
Author's Notes: I had a bit that didn't fit into the first fic, but I didn't want to just leave it as a weird 1.3k of disjointed fic. And thencagedlight was all, "I want moar!" and I really suck at saying no to her, so I went ahead and wrote more. And more. And more. Basically: it's all porn with a little bit of plot. Exactly how things should be.
It’s loud and Sergio’s already have a good half a dozen drinks as he leans up against the counter, hand tapping along with the beat of the song. Mesut watches him from where the team’s secured a place in one of the booths. Cris and Kaká are pressed up next to each other. Fabio is across from him, giving Cris jealous glances every few seconds as Karim and Xabi talk about...something, Esteban pressed up against Xabi’s side, eyes glued to his phone. José and Gonzalo are out on the dance floor and Mesut has to choke back a laugh at the two of them. Marcelo and Pepe were dancing with Sergio before he went for another drink.
Mesut watches as Sergio flashes the bartender a smile as he places his order and he smiles and shakes his head. He watches as he gets his drink, the girl leaning up against the counter, smile bright and teeth white and Sergio stops for a moment, listens and then shakes his head, slips her a tip across the counter before leaning back against it, scanning the crowd.
Marcelo and Pepe wave to him from their spot on the dance floor, wanting him to go back and Sergio waves back, shakes his head as he continues searching. Finally his eyes make it up to the booth where he catches Mesut staring at him and he grins, raising his eyebrows as he pushes himself off of the edge of the bar and makes his way over.
Mesut keeps eye contact with him until he slides next to him in the booth, arm sliding around the back of the plastic covered booth, behind his shoulders, his fist hitting Cris in the shoulder before wrapping around Mesut and pulling him closer.
Cris looks over with a grin and a wink and Mesut rolls his eyes as Kaká smiles good naturally at the two of them, shaking his head.
“You should come dance with me,” Sergio whispers hotly against his ear, sending goosebumps down his body and he shivers subtly when Sergio presses a kiss under his ear, teeth nibbling on his earlobe, catching against his earring. The feeling shoots down Mesut’s body and he holds back a shallow moan.
“You know I don’t dance,” he hisses, his eyes flickering up when he feels Fabio giving him a look from a cross the table, a shy, knowing smile.
Sergio’s hand sneaks from around his shoulders to settle around his waist, pulling him in close, “Doesn’t matter,” he whispers again, “Please,” he pleads and Mesut rolls his eyes but lets himself get pulled from the booth.
Cris waggles his eyebrows as he follows Sergio and Mesut flips him off as Kaká smacks Cris good naturally behind the head, who gives him a pouty look.
The music’s loud and Sergio says something that Mesut can’t understand so he just smiles at him, wider when Sergio pulls him up against him, hips flush against each other as Sergio moves them to the beat of the music, tight against each other, close, breathes fanning across each other’s faces.
Sergio looks down at him, smile wide on his face, eyes bright and breathe smelling slightly of alcohol and Mesut doesn’t see him like this often, likes the way he looks. Hot and happy and the loud music around them, moving in a sea of other people and Sergio’s hands crawl up underneath the hem of his shirt warm against the sweating skin he finds there.
Mesut mirrors his actions, hands on Sergio’s hips, thumbs on his hips as he rubs circles over his hipbones, hands gripping tight just above the waistband of his jeans and Sergio’s eyes glaze over more and Mesut smiles up at him, lifts his eyebrows up and Sergio bends down, presses a kiss right below his ear, whispers, “Come with me,” and pulls away, slips their sweaty hands together and heads towards the back.
He follows him with quiet amusement, wondering what he’s thinking and then Sergio pushes through the back door and the cool night air is refreshing against his hot skin. He can still hear the music pulsing from the other side of the wall but he doesn’t have time to focus on anything because Sergio’s got him pushed up against the side of the building, his mouth hot and wet on his own and he smiles against him.
Sergio’s hands are everywhere at once and Mesut wonders if maybe he’s miscounted the number of drinks he’s put back, lets out a sigh when Sergio lifts his shirt and slides his hands back underneath it.
“Someone’s going to see us,” he hisses, only half convincingly, he knows, as Sergio moves down to his neck, hands moving up, fingers tweaking both nipples and he bites down on his lip, the combination of cold air and hot skin and Sergio wanting and eager pushed up against him. He can’t stop his hands from moving to slide into Sergio’s hair and bring his mouth back up to his own, kisses him deep and long, bites on his bottom lip and Sergio sighs against it and he slides his tongue into his mouth when he does so.
“Let them. It’d be hot,” Sergio finally says and Mesut has to wait a moment before he remembers what he’s talking about and he rolls his eyes and Sergio laughs, breathe warm against his face and then moans when Mesut moves his right hand from his hair and down his body to cup him, feels how hard he is in his pants and grins as Sergio bucks up against his hand, whines low in his throat.
“Don’t tease me,” he pouts and Mesut looks at him for a moment before laughing.
“But you’re so fun to tease,” Mesut whispers against his ear and Sergio moans again, pushes up against him harder.
“But you like me too much to tease me right now, right?” Sergio asks, looking at him through his eyelashes and Mesut’s stomach clenches at the way his eyes are so dark, the way they’re looking at him like Sergio wants to consume him and he swallows and looks both ways before grabbing Sergio by his hands and dragging him to the other side of the bins behind the club.
He pushes him back up against the brick wall, hungry and wanting and Sergio’s panting against him spurs him on.
“No, schatzi,” he whispers against his ear, “I won’t tease you.”
Sergio pauses at the strange word, looks at him for a moment, eyes clearing for a brief moment before Mesut bites down on his bottom lip as he fumbles with his belt buckle, fingers thick and clumsy. Sergio tries to help him, but his hands just get in the way and Mesut bats them away as he laughs against his mouth.
Finally he succeeds and he quickly works on his button and zip and Sergio pushes up against him as he pushes the pants down to the middle of his thighs, his hand quickly finding its way inside his underwear, wrapping around Sergio’s cock.
He’s hard and there’s precum leaking all over the tip of it and when Mesut swipes his fingers over his head his head hits the wall behind him as he bucks his hips up.
“Careful,” Mesut chuckles as he threads his other hand into his hair, cradling the back of his head. He leans in to kiss him as his hand starts working his dick, twisting around the top before moving up and down, using his precum as lube.
After a minute his hand leaves the back of his head to come between their mouths and Sergio manages to open his eyes as Mesut slips his fingers into his mouth and he groans at the sight, brings his mouth forward to come up against the fingers and Mesut’s mouth, tongue darting in around his digits before Mesut pulls his hand away and it also disappears into his underwear.
His mouth drops into an O as he feels Mesut’s fingers play with his balls, rolling them around, his other hand still jacking him off and he bites his own lip to keep himself from making too much noise.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stutters out and he knows Mesut’s grinning on the other side of his closed eyes. His hands fly from Mesut’s waist to grip his arms when he feels his fingers leave his balls and start circling his entrance.
He’s drunk and horny and his boyfriend’s giving him a hand job in a back alley behind a bar and pulls him closer by the front of his shirt, their mouths meeting harshly together and Mesut’s hand tightens around his dick as his finger pushes up into him at the sudden pull and that’s all he needs and he’s cumming, hips bucking up into Mesut’s hand as he groans into his mouth.
Mesut works him through it, hand slowing down as he pulls away and drops his head back against the wall, breathe coming out fast and hard and Mesut’s pressing butterfly kisses against his neck and chin.
“God Sergio,” he breathes against his chin and Sergio lets out a limp laugh, looks down at him and smiles.
“Fuck, Mesut. You’re...fuck,” and Mesut pulls his hands out of his pants and makes a face at the mess that’s covering them.
Sergio smiles, pride sneaking into it as he pulls napkins from his pants pockets, “I brought these, just in case,” he tells him, slightly cheekily and Mesut just raises his eyebrows as he takes them, wipes his hands clean as Sergio does the same with his cock, tossing the dirty napkins in the dumpster next to them.
“Do you want me to...?” and his voice trails off as he gestures at Mesut who looks down and shakes his head as he looks up.
“I want to get you home first,” and it sounds promising and Sergio gives him a look as Mesut wiggles his eyebrows comically.
They make their way back to the door but just before they pull it open, club music loud, door vibrating against his hand, Sergio stops and looks at Mesut.
“What did you say to me? Before?” and Mesut pauses for a moment, as if thinking about playing dumb and Sergio nudges him, “C’mon, you know what I’m talking about,” and Mesut lets out a breathe, reaches behind him to scratch the back of his neck.
Sergio smiles at the telltale sign of his awkwardness and leans in, “It can’t be that embarrassing,” he says and Mesut shrugs.
“It’s like saying baby or sweetheart,” Mesut explains and Sergio opens his mouth to tell him that’s kind of adorable when Mesut continues, slightly oblivious, “But, I don’t know, I meant as more,” he says and Sergio snaps his mouth shut, waits for him to finish.
Mesut pauses for a moment before looking back up at him, “But it can also, kind of, mean ‘treasure’, if you’re using it a little more loosely,” and Sergio can tell that he’s going to start babbling, “Like, schatz means ‘treasure’ but it just, I don’t know, the extra ‘i’ on the end just,” and Sergio leans in and kisses the rest of his words away.
“I like it,” he says simply when he pulls away and Mesut smiles up at him.
“Now, what do you say you take this fine piece of treasure in there and show everyone what they’re missing out on?” Sergio asks with a quirk of his eyebrows as he opens the back door and pulls Mesut, shaking his head, along behind him.
Part VI