Unspoken Words [Fic]
Title: Unspoken Words
Characters: Sebastian Larsson, Nicklas Bendtner
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Seb doesn't understand. Or does he?
Notes: I love this pairing. No idea why, but I do. Sunderland's draw with Manchester City was my inspiration for this. Also, I'm tired and haven't properly read it, but I promised a story of some sortso it might be crap (especially the sex).
They were told they had to stay in a hotel that night. Because, apparently, they deserved it. Deserved it? They drew! One point. That wasn’t good enough. Sebastian sighed and texted home again. Nicklas was playing games on his iPad, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Sebastian’s voice included.
“Nick? Nick?” Sebastian called. He didn’t receive a reply from the striker, so he paced around the room for a few minutes, watching Nicklas and waiting for the distraction to end. After about 3 minutes, Nick threw his device down against the soft bed in disgust. The look of disappointment written across the Dane’s face caused a small smile to play at his lips. He quickly bit his lips to that the Dane did not see this and spoke.
“Nick?” Sebastian tried again.
“What?” the Dane sighed, annoyance obvious in his voice.
“I’ll sleep on the floor. I’ve decided. You played bette-”
”You scored more goals!”
“But you were amazing!” Sebastian argued.
“You’re always amazing…” Nick mumbled, letting his head flop back against the pillows on one side of the bed. They’d managed to get stuck with the only room that had a double bed instead of 2 singles.
“I’m not. You’re better,” Seb whispered, sitting on the bed. The room was eerily silent for a moment. Then, Nick, always confident, had a look of anger in his eyes.
“You don’t get it! You don’t fucking get it!”
“No, Nick. I don’t. BECAUSE YOU WON’T EXPLAIN!” Sebastian would never usually yell. Nick knew that. He was pushing Seb’s limits and that scared him. But still…
“You want to know?! You really want to fucking know?! I love you. Okay? Good enough?!” the Dane screamed, lifting an arm to shove Seb in the back. The Swede’s body fell forward as he had not expected the contact, but he regained seated on the bed, his eyes full of understanding and pain. He moved so that he was kneeling on the bed, looking over at Nick. He placed a gentle hand on the Dane’s chest and smiled.
“Then, that’s fine… W-we could…. Both have the bed…. O-only if you want to, of course…” the Swede said with a slight blush. Nick blinked at him dumbly, trying to process the words that Seb had spoken.
“I-I um… I,” Nick stumbled over his words. Seb moved closer, so close that their noses were almost touching. Nick inhaled deeply, wanting to breathe in the Swede’s scent. And lock it up in a bottle for future use, preferably. Nick was too dumbfounded to move and Seb was too surprised at being in control of the pair to move. So they stayed there, just like that, just there, for a little while. And that was fine. That was perfect. But just that alone had made them hard, and both men were trying not to take things further. Would they regret it? Did regret even matter? No, of course not. Of course not.
Nick caved in and forced Seb on top of him, pressing their lips together hurriedly. Seb stroked Nicklas’s cheek gently, passionately as Nick tore at Seb’s clothes savagely. The pair kissed deeply, their breaths mixing and mingling, hands now roaming across every inch of their bodies. They lost the clothes quickly, desperation evident and unavoidable.
“F-fuck… me” Seb murmured, his lust glazed, needy eyes pleading. Nick was only too happy to oblige. The Swede shifted quickly off of the Dane and placed the pillows underneath him. Nicklas prepped Sebastian hastily. Mostly because the Swede didn’t need much stretching (which, admittedly made the Dane curious, but he didn’t want to question it). He then pulled on his condom and was at the end of the bed, Seb’s legs over his shoulders in almost no time at all. But he stopped. He froze. Literally froze. Fear began to eat him alive and he stared at Sebastian for encouragement. No one had made him feel nervous before. He pushed in gently, not wanting to hurt Sebastian, who moaned quietly. Nick inhaled deeply and gave in to his need. The fear left quicker than it came and he fucked Seb hard. The sounds of moans, screams of “harder” and “faster”, various profanities and the bed filled the hotel and kept the rest of the Sunderland squad awake. But the boys were oblivious to this, because if they weren’t, they’d never want to show their faces in front of their teammates again. Seb insisted that they move slightly and then, not long after, Nick was fucking Seb so hard, stroking teasing Seb’s cock. Seb came first, his seed covering both of their chests. Nick came soon after, and his sweaty body collapsed on top of Seb’s.
“Promise me…” Seb began hoarsely, “Promise me that this isn’t just a one-time thing,”
Nick’s reply was simple, yet sweet. He covered Seb’s lips with his own, gently. That told Seb all he needed to know.
Characters: Sebastian Larsson, Nicklas Bendtner
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own the people, but the plot is mine. This hasn’t happened nor will it ever happen.
Summary: Seb doesn't understand. Or does he?
Notes: I love this pairing. No idea why, but I do. Sunderland's draw with Manchester City was my inspiration for this. Also, I'm tired and haven't properly read it, but I promised a story of some sortso it might be crap (especially the sex).
They were told they had to stay in a hotel that night. Because, apparently, they deserved it. Deserved it? They drew! One point. That wasn’t good enough. Sebastian sighed and texted home again. Nicklas was playing games on his iPad, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Sebastian’s voice included.
“Nick? Nick?” Sebastian called. He didn’t receive a reply from the striker, so he paced around the room for a few minutes, watching Nicklas and waiting for the distraction to end. After about 3 minutes, Nick threw his device down against the soft bed in disgust. The look of disappointment written across the Dane’s face caused a small smile to play at his lips. He quickly bit his lips to that the Dane did not see this and spoke.
“Nick?” Sebastian tried again.
“What?” the Dane sighed, annoyance obvious in his voice.
“I’ll sleep on the floor. I’ve decided. You played bette-”
”You scored more goals!”
“But you were amazing!” Sebastian argued.
“You’re always amazing…” Nick mumbled, letting his head flop back against the pillows on one side of the bed. They’d managed to get stuck with the only room that had a double bed instead of 2 singles.
“I’m not. You’re better,” Seb whispered, sitting on the bed. The room was eerily silent for a moment. Then, Nick, always confident, had a look of anger in his eyes.
“You don’t get it! You don’t fucking get it!”
“No, Nick. I don’t. BECAUSE YOU WON’T EXPLAIN!” Sebastian would never usually yell. Nick knew that. He was pushing Seb’s limits and that scared him. But still…
“You want to know?! You really want to fucking know?! I love you. Okay? Good enough?!” the Dane screamed, lifting an arm to shove Seb in the back. The Swede’s body fell forward as he had not expected the contact, but he regained seated on the bed, his eyes full of understanding and pain. He moved so that he was kneeling on the bed, looking over at Nick. He placed a gentle hand on the Dane’s chest and smiled.
“Then, that’s fine… W-we could…. Both have the bed…. O-only if you want to, of course…” the Swede said with a slight blush. Nick blinked at him dumbly, trying to process the words that Seb had spoken.
“I-I um… I,” Nick stumbled over his words. Seb moved closer, so close that their noses were almost touching. Nick inhaled deeply, wanting to breathe in the Swede’s scent. And lock it up in a bottle for future use, preferably. Nick was too dumbfounded to move and Seb was too surprised at being in control of the pair to move. So they stayed there, just like that, just there, for a little while. And that was fine. That was perfect. But just that alone had made them hard, and both men were trying not to take things further. Would they regret it? Did regret even matter? No, of course not. Of course not.
Nick caved in and forced Seb on top of him, pressing their lips together hurriedly. Seb stroked Nicklas’s cheek gently, passionately as Nick tore at Seb’s clothes savagely. The pair kissed deeply, their breaths mixing and mingling, hands now roaming across every inch of their bodies. They lost the clothes quickly, desperation evident and unavoidable.
“F-fuck… me” Seb murmured, his lust glazed, needy eyes pleading. Nick was only too happy to oblige. The Swede shifted quickly off of the Dane and placed the pillows underneath him. Nicklas prepped Sebastian hastily. Mostly because the Swede didn’t need much stretching (which, admittedly made the Dane curious, but he didn’t want to question it). He then pulled on his condom and was at the end of the bed, Seb’s legs over his shoulders in almost no time at all. But he stopped. He froze. Literally froze. Fear began to eat him alive and he stared at Sebastian for encouragement. No one had made him feel nervous before. He pushed in gently, not wanting to hurt Sebastian, who moaned quietly. Nick inhaled deeply and gave in to his need. The fear left quicker than it came and he fucked Seb hard. The sounds of moans, screams of “harder” and “faster”, various profanities and the bed filled the hotel and kept the rest of the Sunderland squad awake. But the boys were oblivious to this, because if they weren’t, they’d never want to show their faces in front of their teammates again. Seb insisted that they move slightly and then, not long after, Nick was fucking Seb so hard, stroking teasing Seb’s cock. Seb came first, his seed covering both of their chests. Nick came soon after, and his sweaty body collapsed on top of Seb’s.
“Promise me…” Seb began hoarsely, “Promise me that this isn’t just a one-time thing,”
Nick’s reply was simple, yet sweet. He covered Seb’s lips with his own, gently. That told Seb all he needed to know.