fic repost #16
Title: It's A War (In Your Bedroom)
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Fernando Torres
Ratiing: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex, alcohol use, and a bit of kinkiness.
Word Count: 2,298.
Summary: AU. They're roommates (with big sexual tension) but they've never slept together. Until now.
A/N: okay so I wasn't actually planning to write this fic but I was talking to Mika jumping_down earlier and she basically went, "I WANT SMUT. YOU WRITE SMUT" and wanted it kinky so this is all for her and I hope you like it Mika! ♥. title taken from the song by a Change of Pace. I suggest listening to it or at least reading the lyrics here. It's fits so well, it's almost scary.
Fernando looks at Stevie with kohl lined eyes and Stevie never stood a chance. Oh how he never stood a chance. Not when he watched Fernando line his eyes, wearing his jeans so low, Stevie could see the light hair that trailed down his stomach, the way his hipbones curved up, and the way his arse looked, sticking out as if to invite Stevie. Maybe it wasn’t an invitation but Stevie took it anyways. He presses himself hard against Fernando and he could feel the boy’s hipbones pressing down against the porcelain sink. It evoked a hiss and had Fernando dropping the liner into the sink. Stevie smirked at Fernando in the mouth and bite down onto the pale skin just above the collar of Fernando’s shirt.
Fernando pushed back, making enough room so he could turn and face Stevie, liner in hand. Stevie took it, pulling the boy closer before lining his eyes with the dark black. Fernando’s hand snaked in between them and Stevie wasn’t for sure who Fernando was meant to be pleasuring but his hand was causing enough friction for both of them to look at each other with heavy eyes and lips tucked between their teeth.
“Come on Fer, we’re going to be late,” Stevie announced with a wink and Fernando muttered, “bastard,” under his breath but when Stevie looked it was replaced with innocent, kohl lined eyes and Stevie forgot everything.
It was a party at Daniel’s place and Stevie wasn’t the party type but Fernando had asked so nicely and who was he to refuse. He didn’t mind a drink or two or maybe going out but he certainly wasn’t like Fernando. When Fernando walked in, all eyes were in him. Men or women, it didn’t matter. They wanted him. Stevie knew he was going to be trouble when almost a year ago, the wide eyed Spaniard showed up, asking if he still needed a roommate. It’s been complicated ever since.
They aren’t exactly together. In fact they’ve never slept together. Sure they’ve sucked each other off and crawled into one of the other’s bed (usually Fernando crawling into Stevie’s, his breath laced with alcohol), shamelessly rubbing himself against Stevie until they both come. Yet they’ve never had sex. It’s almost too much, how thick the sexual tension is. Stevie’s watched as Fernando has brought home more than one man, can hear Fernando’s moans and if it doesn’t take all of Stevie’s willpower not to go in and pull the other guy off and take his place.
He would, except he wants Fernando to ask. It seems like a silly idea, but it’s his fantasy. He just wants Fernando to come home, drop to his knees, or bend over and just asked to be fucked. Until then he won’t do it. Fernando hasn’t asked but he’s alluded to it more than once. The way he acted in the bathroom is just the tamest of ways. Everything from yelling Stevie’s name when he comes to dropping his towel and standing stark naked and hard in front of Stevie.
Fernando pulls away from him as he enters Daniel’s house and Stevie wonders if he’s going to be bringing someone home tonight. Stevie will do just about anything to make sure that doesn’t happen. Fernando is already into the alcohol, downing his first and certainly not last shot. It won’t be long before Fernando’s shirt is halfway off and he’s dancing in the middle of the floor and Stevie thinks, if Fernando can do it, why can’t he?
He takes the next shot that is poured, downing it and he can feel the burn of the alcohol and Fernando grins, placing a kiss on his lips and Stevie knows there is going to be trouble tonight. Fernando’s gone and Stevie’s staring after him before he’s left to make conversation with Finns and Daniel.
When he finally wrestles free, he finds Fernando sitting on the deck, a cloud of smoke surrounding him. Stevie doesn’t find smoking a particularly hot habit, in fact it’s rather disgusting, but watching Fernando’s lips wrap around it, watching him blow the smoke into the night sky, he can be taught to think otherwise. He sits next to Fernando, his hand teasingly dipping between Fernando’s back and the chair. Fernando cheekily leans forward, allowing Stevie to dip his fingers inside of Fernando’s shirt, his fingers just barely tracing Fernando’s lower back and it causes him to shudder. Pepe asks if Fernando is all right and he masks it, saying it’s just this weather, his gaze never leaving Stevie’s. They all laugh, playing it off as a Scouse joke but Stevie knows better.
More alcohol is passed around and Stevie fins himself getting more and more light-headed. His senses are heightened and he knows the littlest touch would set him off. They’ve since relocated to the living room and Fernando is in the middle of it all, dancing to some techno song that he surely heard in a club. Stevie makes his way to him; his hands gripping Fernando’s slender hips, Fernando’s arms go around his neck without ever opening his eyes.
They dance, not caring about the gasps or whispers or whistles. He’s waited for this for far too long. Hell he even thinks everyone in the room has. Their sexual tension has oozed that much that it’s an ongoing joke. Well that’s one joke that’s finally reached the punch line. Fernando is whispering things in both English and Spanish and Stevie can’t catch them all but the ones he does get him harder and more turned on then he’s ever been before. He does hear, “just take me back, please, please fuck me,” and that’s all it ever took.
They’re out and no goodbye said, though Stevie thinks most can figure it out. Stevie hails them a taxi, Stevie sitting down when Fernando crawls into his lap, the final button on his shirt coming undone. The driver huffs and mutters something but Stevie really just doesn’t care. The drive doesn’t take long but to Stevie it feels like a lifetime. Far too long and he’s relieved when the driver pulls up in front of their house. Stevie pushes a couple of extra bills into the driver’s hand and Fernando is already inside, waiting rather impatiently for him. They start where they left off and it’s almost impossible to kiss and navigate their way through the house; they end up no farther then the first few steps of their stairs.
Stevie pulls his clothes off and he starts on Fernando, getting his jeans off and he starts on Fernando’s underwear but Fernando’s hands on his, stopping him. He looks at Fernando and maybe he doesn’t want it anymore and oh God maybe it was a mistake but there is that devilish glint and Stevie should know by now what that look means.
“I want to keep them on. I want you to touch me with them on.”
Stevie gapes and swallows hard and it’s so kinky and wrong and so right. He obliges and palms Fernando through the thin cotton of his underwear. He can only imagine what it’s doing to him and in fact he can see it, can the what extra bit of friction is doing to Fernando. The boy is coming apart right in front of his eyes, arching his back and his hands are shaking as they come to pull Stevie in closer and Stevie moves his hand to rub his own aching cock against Fernando’s. Stevie loves the feeling of being so close yet so separated. But it’s not enough.
Stevie whispers he’ll be right back, giving Fernando’s cock one last squeeze before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He searches the drawers before he finds what he needs and when he comes back, he expects to find Fernando on the couch or up in the bedroom but he’s exactly where he left them. Minus one pair of underwear. Fernando is slowly stroking his cock, not applying enough pressure to get off, just enough to keep himself satisfied until Stevie got back.
Maybe they should move but Stevie figures if Fernando hasn’t then Stevie isn’t going to either. He rubs his hand over Fernando’s chest, tweaking a nipple to hardness, his mouth tugging gently on it before he captures Fernando’s mouth with his own, and his fingers tangling in Fernando’s newly cut hair. He pulls back to look at Fernando and he feels nothing but lust and care for him. Seeing the way the eyeliner has smudged, giving him the perfect whore look. Complete with his thighs spread and swollen lips. He just wants to make sure this is really what Fernando wants.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make this awkward.”
Fernando moves forward, taking Stevie’s hands in his own, placing a quick kiss on his lips. Stevie can see the trust already and it’s all he needs but Fernando isn’t done.
“I’ll show you just how much I want this.”
Stevie doesn’t understand but Fernando puts his hand on Stevie’s chest and pushes him back, reaching for the lube at the same time. Stevie rests on the step, his knees and back throbbing but he won’t leave now. Fernando grins at him, his fingers coated with lube and suddenly he’s sliding one in and fucking hell, Stevie thinks. Fernando arches, pushing himself onto his own fingers, riding them while rubbing his free hand over his nipples, and Stevie moans, choking out “you’re are going to be the death of me.”
Stevie’s already putting the condom on, and coating it with generous amounts of lube as Fernando removes his fingers and pulls Stevie back to him. He’s kissing any part of Stevie his lips can find and Stevie begins to push himself in, Fernando’s hand guiding him and the sensation is enough to almost send him over the edge. He pulls out, moving slowly at first until Fernando pushes back, and Stevie thrusts in roughly, Fernando’s back hitting the step with a harsh thud and Stevie knows that there will be bruises on both of them.
Fernando’s hands claw desperately at the wall, his nails scraping at the paint and he tries to brace himself with one hand while the other gives Stevie’s back the same treatment. Stevie hisses as he can feel the red marks forming but he doesn’t ask for Fernando to stop.
It’s too much for Fernando. Stevie can feel him trembling against his own body and he can see just how much Fernando needs to be sent into paradise. Stevie abandons his own needs for the moment to stroke at Fernando’s cock. It doesn’t much, just a few more rough thrusts and the flick of a wrist and Fernando is coming hard and violently and he just can’t seem to stop shaking. He kisses Stevie hard and rough and then Stevie is seeing nothing but white and it’s all over for him as he comes welcomingly into Fernando.
They stay there for some time, both aching in all the wrong places, panting heavily and there is sweat and come and they are a mess but it’s the best fuck in a long time. Stevie laughs and he doesn’t know why and Fernando joins him till the tears join the other bodily fluids and then Stevie is up as he back pops loudly and he stretches his hand out.
Fernando gladly takes it and follows Stevie into the bathroom. He starts a shower for them, waiting for the water to warm as he kisses Fernando slowly this time. He accidentally pushes Fernando against the sink that started it all and it’s accompanied by a loud hiss from Fernando. Stevie looks to see the dark purple bruise that is already forming on Fernando’s lower back and Stevie is whispering all sorts of promises to make it up to him as he traces it lovingly.
Stevie pulls Fernando into the shower, smiling as Fernando moans (for all the different reasons) as the water hits his back. Stevie rubs the soap over him, cleaning him off and Fernando leans against Stevie, nuzzling his nose under Stevie’s jaw and it’s clear that the alcohol has finally caught up with him. Stevie makes the shower quick, much to Fernando’s disappointment. Stevie dries the both of them off, and he heads for the bedroom.
He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to look at the stairs the same way. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to walk down them and not think of Fernando laid out on them. He’d like to think that he doesn’t want to forget it anytime soon. Fernando follows him without asking, crawling into bed and curling up close to Stevie. Stevie traces the tattoos on Fernando’s arm, the sensation causing Fernando to shudder and Stevie to chuckle.
It all seems so perfect really. Stevie wants to smack himself for thinking that he could have waited that long. He did but he doesn’t want to ever do it again. 9 months is far too long to go without ever touching Fernando like that. He just hopes that Fernando feels and thinks the same way. He doesn’t want to come home and find another pretty boy being pounded into the mattress by Fernando.
“Fernando, I hope you know this means that there won’t be anymore casual fucks.”
Fernando cracks an eye open and he smiles, his hand reaching out to entwine with Stevie’s and he places a quick kiss on Stevie’s lips before brushing them against Stevie’s ear and whispering,
“The only casual fuck will be you and promise me you won’t ever make me wait that long again.”
Stevie laughs pulling Fernando close, and mumbling “promise” against Fernando’s freckled check.
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Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Fernando Torres
Ratiing: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex, alcohol use, and a bit of kinkiness.
Word Count: 2,298.
Summary: AU. They're roommates (with big sexual tension) but they've never slept together. Until now.
A/N: okay so I wasn't actually planning to write this fic but I was talking to Mika jumping_down earlier and she basically went, "I WANT SMUT. YOU WRITE SMUT" and wanted it kinky so this is all for her and I hope you like it Mika! ♥. title taken from the song by a Change of Pace. I suggest listening to it or at least reading the lyrics here. It's fits so well, it's almost scary.
Fernando looks at Stevie with kohl lined eyes and Stevie never stood a chance. Oh how he never stood a chance. Not when he watched Fernando line his eyes, wearing his jeans so low, Stevie could see the light hair that trailed down his stomach, the way his hipbones curved up, and the way his arse looked, sticking out as if to invite Stevie. Maybe it wasn’t an invitation but Stevie took it anyways. He presses himself hard against Fernando and he could feel the boy’s hipbones pressing down against the porcelain sink. It evoked a hiss and had Fernando dropping the liner into the sink. Stevie smirked at Fernando in the mouth and bite down onto the pale skin just above the collar of Fernando’s shirt.
Fernando pushed back, making enough room so he could turn and face Stevie, liner in hand. Stevie took it, pulling the boy closer before lining his eyes with the dark black. Fernando’s hand snaked in between them and Stevie wasn’t for sure who Fernando was meant to be pleasuring but his hand was causing enough friction for both of them to look at each other with heavy eyes and lips tucked between their teeth.
“Come on Fer, we’re going to be late,” Stevie announced with a wink and Fernando muttered, “bastard,” under his breath but when Stevie looked it was replaced with innocent, kohl lined eyes and Stevie forgot everything.
It was a party at Daniel’s place and Stevie wasn’t the party type but Fernando had asked so nicely and who was he to refuse. He didn’t mind a drink or two or maybe going out but he certainly wasn’t like Fernando. When Fernando walked in, all eyes were in him. Men or women, it didn’t matter. They wanted him. Stevie knew he was going to be trouble when almost a year ago, the wide eyed Spaniard showed up, asking if he still needed a roommate. It’s been complicated ever since.
They aren’t exactly together. In fact they’ve never slept together. Sure they’ve sucked each other off and crawled into one of the other’s bed (usually Fernando crawling into Stevie’s, his breath laced with alcohol), shamelessly rubbing himself against Stevie until they both come. Yet they’ve never had sex. It’s almost too much, how thick the sexual tension is. Stevie’s watched as Fernando has brought home more than one man, can hear Fernando’s moans and if it doesn’t take all of Stevie’s willpower not to go in and pull the other guy off and take his place.
He would, except he wants Fernando to ask. It seems like a silly idea, but it’s his fantasy. He just wants Fernando to come home, drop to his knees, or bend over and just asked to be fucked. Until then he won’t do it. Fernando hasn’t asked but he’s alluded to it more than once. The way he acted in the bathroom is just the tamest of ways. Everything from yelling Stevie’s name when he comes to dropping his towel and standing stark naked and hard in front of Stevie.
Fernando pulls away from him as he enters Daniel’s house and Stevie wonders if he’s going to be bringing someone home tonight. Stevie will do just about anything to make sure that doesn’t happen. Fernando is already into the alcohol, downing his first and certainly not last shot. It won’t be long before Fernando’s shirt is halfway off and he’s dancing in the middle of the floor and Stevie thinks, if Fernando can do it, why can’t he?
He takes the next shot that is poured, downing it and he can feel the burn of the alcohol and Fernando grins, placing a kiss on his lips and Stevie knows there is going to be trouble tonight. Fernando’s gone and Stevie’s staring after him before he’s left to make conversation with Finns and Daniel.
When he finally wrestles free, he finds Fernando sitting on the deck, a cloud of smoke surrounding him. Stevie doesn’t find smoking a particularly hot habit, in fact it’s rather disgusting, but watching Fernando’s lips wrap around it, watching him blow the smoke into the night sky, he can be taught to think otherwise. He sits next to Fernando, his hand teasingly dipping between Fernando’s back and the chair. Fernando cheekily leans forward, allowing Stevie to dip his fingers inside of Fernando’s shirt, his fingers just barely tracing Fernando’s lower back and it causes him to shudder. Pepe asks if Fernando is all right and he masks it, saying it’s just this weather, his gaze never leaving Stevie’s. They all laugh, playing it off as a Scouse joke but Stevie knows better.
More alcohol is passed around and Stevie fins himself getting more and more light-headed. His senses are heightened and he knows the littlest touch would set him off. They’ve since relocated to the living room and Fernando is in the middle of it all, dancing to some techno song that he surely heard in a club. Stevie makes his way to him; his hands gripping Fernando’s slender hips, Fernando’s arms go around his neck without ever opening his eyes.
They dance, not caring about the gasps or whispers or whistles. He’s waited for this for far too long. Hell he even thinks everyone in the room has. Their sexual tension has oozed that much that it’s an ongoing joke. Well that’s one joke that’s finally reached the punch line. Fernando is whispering things in both English and Spanish and Stevie can’t catch them all but the ones he does get him harder and more turned on then he’s ever been before. He does hear, “just take me back, please, please fuck me,” and that’s all it ever took.
They’re out and no goodbye said, though Stevie thinks most can figure it out. Stevie hails them a taxi, Stevie sitting down when Fernando crawls into his lap, the final button on his shirt coming undone. The driver huffs and mutters something but Stevie really just doesn’t care. The drive doesn’t take long but to Stevie it feels like a lifetime. Far too long and he’s relieved when the driver pulls up in front of their house. Stevie pushes a couple of extra bills into the driver’s hand and Fernando is already inside, waiting rather impatiently for him. They start where they left off and it’s almost impossible to kiss and navigate their way through the house; they end up no farther then the first few steps of their stairs.
Stevie pulls his clothes off and he starts on Fernando, getting his jeans off and he starts on Fernando’s underwear but Fernando’s hands on his, stopping him. He looks at Fernando and maybe he doesn’t want it anymore and oh God maybe it was a mistake but there is that devilish glint and Stevie should know by now what that look means.
“I want to keep them on. I want you to touch me with them on.”
Stevie gapes and swallows hard and it’s so kinky and wrong and so right. He obliges and palms Fernando through the thin cotton of his underwear. He can only imagine what it’s doing to him and in fact he can see it, can the what extra bit of friction is doing to Fernando. The boy is coming apart right in front of his eyes, arching his back and his hands are shaking as they come to pull Stevie in closer and Stevie moves his hand to rub his own aching cock against Fernando’s. Stevie loves the feeling of being so close yet so separated. But it’s not enough.
Stevie whispers he’ll be right back, giving Fernando’s cock one last squeeze before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He searches the drawers before he finds what he needs and when he comes back, he expects to find Fernando on the couch or up in the bedroom but he’s exactly where he left them. Minus one pair of underwear. Fernando is slowly stroking his cock, not applying enough pressure to get off, just enough to keep himself satisfied until Stevie got back.
Maybe they should move but Stevie figures if Fernando hasn’t then Stevie isn’t going to either. He rubs his hand over Fernando’s chest, tweaking a nipple to hardness, his mouth tugging gently on it before he captures Fernando’s mouth with his own, and his fingers tangling in Fernando’s newly cut hair. He pulls back to look at Fernando and he feels nothing but lust and care for him. Seeing the way the eyeliner has smudged, giving him the perfect whore look. Complete with his thighs spread and swollen lips. He just wants to make sure this is really what Fernando wants.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to make this awkward.”
Fernando moves forward, taking Stevie’s hands in his own, placing a quick kiss on his lips. Stevie can see the trust already and it’s all he needs but Fernando isn’t done.
“I’ll show you just how much I want this.”
Stevie doesn’t understand but Fernando puts his hand on Stevie’s chest and pushes him back, reaching for the lube at the same time. Stevie rests on the step, his knees and back throbbing but he won’t leave now. Fernando grins at him, his fingers coated with lube and suddenly he’s sliding one in and fucking hell, Stevie thinks. Fernando arches, pushing himself onto his own fingers, riding them while rubbing his free hand over his nipples, and Stevie moans, choking out “you’re are going to be the death of me.”
Stevie’s already putting the condom on, and coating it with generous amounts of lube as Fernando removes his fingers and pulls Stevie back to him. He’s kissing any part of Stevie his lips can find and Stevie begins to push himself in, Fernando’s hand guiding him and the sensation is enough to almost send him over the edge. He pulls out, moving slowly at first until Fernando pushes back, and Stevie thrusts in roughly, Fernando’s back hitting the step with a harsh thud and Stevie knows that there will be bruises on both of them.
Fernando’s hands claw desperately at the wall, his nails scraping at the paint and he tries to brace himself with one hand while the other gives Stevie’s back the same treatment. Stevie hisses as he can feel the red marks forming but he doesn’t ask for Fernando to stop.
It’s too much for Fernando. Stevie can feel him trembling against his own body and he can see just how much Fernando needs to be sent into paradise. Stevie abandons his own needs for the moment to stroke at Fernando’s cock. It doesn’t much, just a few more rough thrusts and the flick of a wrist and Fernando is coming hard and violently and he just can’t seem to stop shaking. He kisses Stevie hard and rough and then Stevie is seeing nothing but white and it’s all over for him as he comes welcomingly into Fernando.
They stay there for some time, both aching in all the wrong places, panting heavily and there is sweat and come and they are a mess but it’s the best fuck in a long time. Stevie laughs and he doesn’t know why and Fernando joins him till the tears join the other bodily fluids and then Stevie is up as he back pops loudly and he stretches his hand out.
Fernando gladly takes it and follows Stevie into the bathroom. He starts a shower for them, waiting for the water to warm as he kisses Fernando slowly this time. He accidentally pushes Fernando against the sink that started it all and it’s accompanied by a loud hiss from Fernando. Stevie looks to see the dark purple bruise that is already forming on Fernando’s lower back and Stevie is whispering all sorts of promises to make it up to him as he traces it lovingly.
Stevie pulls Fernando into the shower, smiling as Fernando moans (for all the different reasons) as the water hits his back. Stevie rubs the soap over him, cleaning him off and Fernando leans against Stevie, nuzzling his nose under Stevie’s jaw and it’s clear that the alcohol has finally caught up with him. Stevie makes the shower quick, much to Fernando’s disappointment. Stevie dries the both of them off, and he heads for the bedroom.
He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to look at the stairs the same way. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to walk down them and not think of Fernando laid out on them. He’d like to think that he doesn’t want to forget it anytime soon. Fernando follows him without asking, crawling into bed and curling up close to Stevie. Stevie traces the tattoos on Fernando’s arm, the sensation causing Fernando to shudder and Stevie to chuckle.
It all seems so perfect really. Stevie wants to smack himself for thinking that he could have waited that long. He did but he doesn’t want to ever do it again. 9 months is far too long to go without ever touching Fernando like that. He just hopes that Fernando feels and thinks the same way. He doesn’t want to come home and find another pretty boy being pounded into the mattress by Fernando.
“Fernando, I hope you know this means that there won’t be anymore casual fucks.”
Fernando cracks an eye open and he smiles, his hand reaching out to entwine with Stevie’s and he places a quick kiss on Stevie’s lips before brushing them against Stevie’s ear and whispering,
“The only casual fuck will be you and promise me you won’t ever make me wait that long again.”
Stevie laughs pulling Fernando close, and mumbling “promise” against Fernando’s freckled check.
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