fic repost #17
“It won’t be so far,” Alexandre had said, lying naked with the sheet wrapped around his waist and suddenly Alberto is reminded this is a boy, barely out of childhood and he can’t, shouldn’t do this.
“We should stop this.”
Alexandre stops moving, and looks at Alberto, with open eyes and he doesn’t say a word, just slips out of the bed and dresses quietly. He kisses Alberto one last time, whispering before he goes,
“You should have told me this before I fell in love.”
Alberto doesn’t know what to say. He’s got his Alice, and now there is this boy who adores him, loves him and how is he supposed to deal with that?
Months pass by and Alberto forgets about Alexandre, forgets what the boy tastes like when Alberto kisses him, looks like when he’s on his back and Alberto presses into him. Forgets and sometimes Alberto wishes he could remember.
It’s Alexandre who comes to Florence. He shows up, dressed in a ball cap and glasses and Alberto thinks that maybe no one will recognize him. Alberto forgets everything, kissing Alexandre and pressing the other man against the car door. They drive to a small motel and the lady working the counter either doesn’t recognize or doesn’t care and Alberto knows they’ll be safe.
They don’t even make it to the bed before Alex is on his knees, Alberto pressing in and the boy chokes around his moan, fingers trying to grasp at the carpet and Alberto forgot this, but now he remembers and he loves.
And when they finally make it to the bed, Alex’s legs spread and hands reaching for Alberto, Alberto leans and whispers into Alex’s ear and when he pulls back Alex smiles, and leans up for a kiss.
II.
Pairing: Luis Figo/Ricardo Quaresma
Rating: R
Summary: Lip ring, Ricky on his knees, and smug Figo
Figo kisses Ricardo, pulling him roughly by his neck and he whimpers and Christ, this is going to be far better then Figo had even imagined. He was on his knees before Luis had even asked, pulling down the zipper and fluttering his eyelashes and Luis doesn’t even want to know who he learned that from.
Lips around his cock and Luis grunts, hands tangling in stiff hair and he wishes Ricardo would stop using so much damn stuff on it and then he gasps, feeling the metal from the lip ring against the head of his cock and he can hear the soft chuckle from down below.
Luis isn't quite as amused and he shifts, his cock being pushed back in and Ricardo takes it, and then some and okay. Luis thinks he doesn't mind this so much.
III
Pairing: Kaka/Sheva, Kaka/Pato, Kaka/Sheva/Pato
Rating: R
Summary: Sheva is jealous, Pato is young and clueless, and Kaka is wanted by both
Its stupid Andriy thinks. He shouldn’t be jealous of him but he is. He’s jealous each time Kaka, his Kaka, puts and arm around the kid, each time there is a low whisper, a giggle and Andriy shouldn’t be because he left this, left Kaka, and it’s not what it used to be. He has to deal but he’s back and this is his home.
It’s after their first win, Kaka’s (Ricky) first goal and Andriy kisses him, pressing him against the tiled wall and Kaka pulls for him, asks for him, ask for it and Andriy gets their jeans down and it’s skin against skin and he’s missed this, missed Kaka’s open eyes and he’s not a boy anymore, never really was but he’s missed two years and he hates himself for that.
“Kaka, can I have…”
Alex’s voice carries and the sound of the bag hitting the ground makes Andriy pull back, watching Alex who looks surprised, hurt, and maybe even turned on and Andriy extends a hand, and Alex moves forward. Andriy doesn’t know why he does it, he still doesn’t want Alex to touch what is his and he kisses him, tasting youth and it makes him sick.
Kisses him until he is pliant and asking, begging, and he’s stripped of his clothing, Andriy forcing him to his knees and front of Kaka and he’s whispering all sorts of things that make the boy blush before he takes Kaka’s cock into his mouth and Andriy kisses Kaka, calling him Ricky instead and let’s a thumb sweep over a cheekbone and when he pulls back, Ricky looks at him, and there is that look, the look that is meant for Andriy and despite Alex on his knees, despite that mouth that makes Kaka turn, biting his lip and despite what fumbles they may have made;
Andriy is home and Ricky is his, his alone, and if Alex wants to play with his things, he’ll have to earn it.
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IV
Pairing: Alberto Paloschi/Pipoo Inzaghi
Rating: PG
Summary: Pippo surprises Alberto
Alberto stares at Pippo and blinks like he can’t believe he is here. Actually he can’t believe Pippo is here and he doesn’t understand why or how or what and he may actually be gaping like a fish and embarrassing himself.
“Alberto. You can close your mouth now.”
And Pippo just said that, in public, and oh God, Alberto wants to die of shame right about now. But Pippo is grinning and Alberto thinks he never saw Pippo actually grin before and it’s kind of weird and…
Pippo is hugging him. An actual hug, Pippo’s arms slung around Alberto’s shoulders and he can feel the heat through Pippo’s thin shirt and it’s still weird and he’s starting to babble about why Pippo is here and Pippo can barely get out, that he had a few days off from physio and he thought he’d stop by before Alberto is babbling again and it might be the most he’s ever said to Pippo.
“Dear God, Alberto shut up.”
It actually shocks Alberto and it shocks Pippo and they stand there shocked and quiet and Alberto just feels stupid but then Pippo, Pippo moves and cups Alberto’s face, and Alberto doesn’t know what to do and is Pippo going to…
Kiss him. Pippo is kissing him and Alberto flails his hands before finally settling them against Pippo’s back, clawing and Pippo doesn’t seem to mind for a moment. When they pull back, Alberto touches his lips and they feel swollen and Pippo is looking at him like he wants to kiss him again and okay that isn’t such a bad idea.
“God I forgot how annoying you can be,” but Pippo is laughing, pulling Alberto back to him and Alberto blushes, nuzzling at Pippo’s throat.
V
Pairing: Adrian Mutu/Alberto Gilardino
Rating: R
Summary: Early morning sex and happy!Gila
Adrian nuzzles at Alberto’s hip and it takes a moment before Alberto is fully awake, and it catches him off guard. The other man is actually licking now and Alberto cranes his head down, the only thing covering his modesty is a very thin, white sheet and it’s not going to hide anything from the looks of it.
But judging by the way Adrian is trying to push the sheet down, Alberto thinks Adrian won’t mind that. When he finally does get the sheet down, he grins and actually makes a few low, throaty noises in appreciation and Holy mother of God, do that again Alberto thinks, do that with your tongue there and he may have even said that out loud and Adrian laughs around his cock and God, it feels like heaven.
He comes, arching, and Adrian doesn’t stop him, just takes it and pulls back, wiping his mouth and Alberto kisses him, not caring about the taste, just wants Adrian and the other man is still hard when he rock against Alberto, his cock slipping into the space between Alberto’s thighs, the friction being enough and he too comes, and Alberto loves the way Adrina looks, all open mouthed and eyes half closed and his fingers trace over the jaw of the other man, and smiles.
“We should stop this.”
Alexandre stops moving, and looks at Alberto, with open eyes and he doesn’t say a word, just slips out of the bed and dresses quietly. He kisses Alberto one last time, whispering before he goes,
“You should have told me this before I fell in love.”
Alberto doesn’t know what to say. He’s got his Alice, and now there is this boy who adores him, loves him and how is he supposed to deal with that?
Months pass by and Alberto forgets about Alexandre, forgets what the boy tastes like when Alberto kisses him, looks like when he’s on his back and Alberto presses into him. Forgets and sometimes Alberto wishes he could remember.
It’s Alexandre who comes to Florence. He shows up, dressed in a ball cap and glasses and Alberto thinks that maybe no one will recognize him. Alberto forgets everything, kissing Alexandre and pressing the other man against the car door. They drive to a small motel and the lady working the counter either doesn’t recognize or doesn’t care and Alberto knows they’ll be safe.
They don’t even make it to the bed before Alex is on his knees, Alberto pressing in and the boy chokes around his moan, fingers trying to grasp at the carpet and Alberto forgot this, but now he remembers and he loves.
And when they finally make it to the bed, Alex’s legs spread and hands reaching for Alberto, Alberto leans and whispers into Alex’s ear and when he pulls back Alex smiles, and leans up for a kiss.
II.
Pairing: Luis Figo/Ricardo Quaresma
Rating: R
Summary: Lip ring, Ricky on his knees, and smug Figo
Figo kisses Ricardo, pulling him roughly by his neck and he whimpers and Christ, this is going to be far better then Figo had even imagined. He was on his knees before Luis had even asked, pulling down the zipper and fluttering his eyelashes and Luis doesn’t even want to know who he learned that from.
Lips around his cock and Luis grunts, hands tangling in stiff hair and he wishes Ricardo would stop using so much damn stuff on it and then he gasps, feeling the metal from the lip ring against the head of his cock and he can hear the soft chuckle from down below.
Luis isn't quite as amused and he shifts, his cock being pushed back in and Ricardo takes it, and then some and okay. Luis thinks he doesn't mind this so much.
III
Pairing: Kaka/Sheva, Kaka/Pato, Kaka/Sheva/Pato
Rating: R
Summary: Sheva is jealous, Pato is young and clueless, and Kaka is wanted by both
Its stupid Andriy thinks. He shouldn’t be jealous of him but he is. He’s jealous each time Kaka, his Kaka, puts and arm around the kid, each time there is a low whisper, a giggle and Andriy shouldn’t be because he left this, left Kaka, and it’s not what it used to be. He has to deal but he’s back and this is his home.
It’s after their first win, Kaka’s (Ricky) first goal and Andriy kisses him, pressing him against the tiled wall and Kaka pulls for him, asks for him, ask for it and Andriy gets their jeans down and it’s skin against skin and he’s missed this, missed Kaka’s open eyes and he’s not a boy anymore, never really was but he’s missed two years and he hates himself for that.
“Kaka, can I have…”
Alex’s voice carries and the sound of the bag hitting the ground makes Andriy pull back, watching Alex who looks surprised, hurt, and maybe even turned on and Andriy extends a hand, and Alex moves forward. Andriy doesn’t know why he does it, he still doesn’t want Alex to touch what is his and he kisses him, tasting youth and it makes him sick.
Kisses him until he is pliant and asking, begging, and he’s stripped of his clothing, Andriy forcing him to his knees and front of Kaka and he’s whispering all sorts of things that make the boy blush before he takes Kaka’s cock into his mouth and Andriy kisses Kaka, calling him Ricky instead and let’s a thumb sweep over a cheekbone and when he pulls back, Ricky looks at him, and there is that look, the look that is meant for Andriy and despite Alex on his knees, despite that mouth that makes Kaka turn, biting his lip and despite what fumbles they may have made;
Andriy is home and Ricky is his, his alone, and if Alex wants to play with his things, he’ll have to earn it.
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IV
Pairing: Alberto Paloschi/Pipoo Inzaghi
Rating: PG
Summary: Pippo surprises Alberto
Alberto stares at Pippo and blinks like he can’t believe he is here. Actually he can’t believe Pippo is here and he doesn’t understand why or how or what and he may actually be gaping like a fish and embarrassing himself.
“Alberto. You can close your mouth now.”
And Pippo just said that, in public, and oh God, Alberto wants to die of shame right about now. But Pippo is grinning and Alberto thinks he never saw Pippo actually grin before and it’s kind of weird and…
Pippo is hugging him. An actual hug, Pippo’s arms slung around Alberto’s shoulders and he can feel the heat through Pippo’s thin shirt and it’s still weird and he’s starting to babble about why Pippo is here and Pippo can barely get out, that he had a few days off from physio and he thought he’d stop by before Alberto is babbling again and it might be the most he’s ever said to Pippo.
“Dear God, Alberto shut up.”
It actually shocks Alberto and it shocks Pippo and they stand there shocked and quiet and Alberto just feels stupid but then Pippo, Pippo moves and cups Alberto’s face, and Alberto doesn’t know what to do and is Pippo going to…
Kiss him. Pippo is kissing him and Alberto flails his hands before finally settling them against Pippo’s back, clawing and Pippo doesn’t seem to mind for a moment. When they pull back, Alberto touches his lips and they feel swollen and Pippo is looking at him like he wants to kiss him again and okay that isn’t such a bad idea.
“God I forgot how annoying you can be,” but Pippo is laughing, pulling Alberto back to him and Alberto blushes, nuzzling at Pippo’s throat.
V
Pairing: Adrian Mutu/Alberto Gilardino
Rating: R
Summary: Early morning sex and happy!Gila
Adrian nuzzles at Alberto’s hip and it takes a moment before Alberto is fully awake, and it catches him off guard. The other man is actually licking now and Alberto cranes his head down, the only thing covering his modesty is a very thin, white sheet and it’s not going to hide anything from the looks of it.
But judging by the way Adrian is trying to push the sheet down, Alberto thinks Adrian won’t mind that. When he finally does get the sheet down, he grins and actually makes a few low, throaty noises in appreciation and Holy mother of God, do that again Alberto thinks, do that with your tongue there and he may have even said that out loud and Adrian laughs around his cock and God, it feels like heaven.
He comes, arching, and Adrian doesn’t stop him, just takes it and pulls back, wiping his mouth and Alberto kisses him, not caring about the taste, just wants Adrian and the other man is still hard when he rock against Alberto, his cock slipping into the space between Alberto’s thighs, the friction being enough and he too comes, and Alberto loves the way Adrina looks, all open mouthed and eyes half closed and his fingers trace over the jaw of the other man, and smiles.