SerGago fic: Anger management
Recent events - Sergio being booked in nearly every single match, sent off during the Huelva-game and insulting the ref by calling him "shit" - inspired this little fic. Hope you all enjoy it ;-)
Title: Anger management
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago, special guest star Fabio Cannavaro (for the sake of comedy)
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: Adults only/NC-17
Word count: 1.783 words.
Summary: Sergio needs to learn how to control his temper. Fernando has an idea.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never ever happened anywhere but in my pervy little mind.
Note: unbeta-ed, read at own risk, LOL
Dedication: I totally missed crazy_girl_86's birthday! Hon, please consider this fic a belated b-day pressie &hearts
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
"Ramos, I hope you realise there will be consequences after what you said to the ref tonight. You seriously need to work on your bad temper," Fabio said sternly to the young Spanish defender who was sitting before him in the dressing room.
Sergio defensively put his hands in his pockets as he looked at the Italian with a sheepish expression on his face. He was so not in the mood to be lectured, even though he knew he deserved it. Raúl had already been on his case and Iker had barked at him as well. Wasn't that enough?
Behind Canna, a wide-eyed Gago stood fidgeting with his hair. Sergio shifted his gaze from the Italian to the Argentine, agitatedly waiting for the moment when Fer would nervously begin to chew on a lock.
Cannavaro continued. "You're getting booked every match, this is a serious…"
"FER!!!" Sergio called out.
"What?" Fernando jumped, dropping the lock of hair from his mouth.
"Don't do that!" Sergio moaned, nearly cringing.
"See! There you go again!" Canna threw his arms up in the air. "What are you yelling at Gago for?"
"But he's… chewing…"
Fabio looked over his shoulder at the midfielder who made big innocent eyes and shrugged. As the Italian turned to Sergio again, Fernando stuck out his tongue at the Spaniard.
"Just you wait, Gago!" Sergio rose menacingly from his seat.
"Hey! I was talking to you! Even my kids have better attention span." Cannavaro glared at Sergio, placing a hand on the tall Spaniard's shoulder to hold him back.
Giggling behind his hand, Fernando made himself scarce. As he looked back while picking up his bag, he pressed his lips to a thin stripe in an attempt not to laugh at the helpless expression on Sergio's face as Cannavaro was still lecturing the Sevillian.
~
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" Sergio whispered to Fernando as they sat beside one another on the team bus.
"Promise you won't kill me?" Fernando winked.
"I'll be a good boy." Sergio pouted. For one moment he forgot where he was and leaned into Fernando, nearly pressing his lips against the Argentine's. As he pulled back, Gago placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it playfully.
"Of course you will." he smiled sweetly. Cannavaro had said that Sergio needed some anger management, and in Fernando's wicked mind a plan was slowly taking form. He looked away before Ramos could catch the naughty twinkle in his eyes, leaned back and day-dreamed happily.
~
Wasn't it amazing just how pliable a thoroughly horned-up Sergio was? Fernando had him wrapped around his finger, pampering him by giving him a nice massage. After relaxing the muscles of his back, he had concentrated on kneading that sculpted ass and then gone all out on the defender's lovely big cock. Sergio was purring like a big, lazy lion.
"You always know exactly what I need, Fer…" he groaned softly. "I was so cranky earlier."
Fernando grinned as he crawled up against him. They were both were slick with oil, and he ground against the Spaniard's magnificent body, gliding against him and delighting in feeling their hard-ons rub together. He longingly tongued his lover, moaning into his mouth when Sergio's strong hands grabbed his ass. Time for the plan to kick in.
"I know, hot stuff. And I seriously think you should get a grip on those outbursts."
"Not you too!" Sergio whined.
"Relax," Fernando smiled brightly. "You need some therapy, and doctor Gago can help."
Sergio gigglesnorted. "Doctor Gago? Oh, I can't wait to find out."
"It's important you do everything I say." Fernando grinned as he pushed himself up and sat on Sergio's thighs, circling the defender's navel with his index finger. "Do you trust me?"
Sergio nodded, biting his lip. Fernando looked so insanely gorgeous; a stray lock before his huge, smouldering eyes, his upper lip curling naughtily as he smiled. Anything that crazy Argentine wanted, no problem.
As Gago dismounted his legs and leaned over to reach into a drawer of his night stand, Sergio grabbed his buttocks and kneaded them, slapped them teasingly and rubbed his thumbs up and down the crack, causing Fernando to groan delightfully. Sergio was so horny by now, he was about to get up and slap his cock onto those hot, firm buns, when Gago turned around, grinning triumphantly. He held up a pair of handcuffs lined with bright red fun fur.
"You are not serious!" Sergio gasped. "Where the hell did you get those?"
"You don't want to know…" Fernando mumbled.
"Strippers?" Sergio sighed and giggled at the same time.
"I can't help it! They like me, they give me presents."
"Fer, you are incorrigible."
"I know!" Fernando snickered. "Now give me your wrists."
Sergio sighed deeply as Fernando cuffed him and attached the cuffs to the bed with a chain. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
Gago mounted him again, leaned over him and kissed him tenderly. "No, mi amor. You'll be begging me to do this again."
Sergio shivered with pleasure as Fernando commenced a wild attack on his nipples, using the heat of his mouth, the sharpness of his teeth and the softness of his tongue.
"Please… Fer… suck me off, I need your mouth."
"Tsssk," Fernando smirked, "patience."
Sergio contracted his pelvic muscles, causing his cock to tap against Gago's tummy.
Fernando sat up again and shook his head at the Sevillian. "And he calls me incorrigible."
He laughed as Sergio sulked with growing frustration.
"FER! It's not funny!" Sergio grunted, yanking his chain.
Fernando hummed groan and ran a fingertip down Sergio's perfect abs. "Pissed off, are we?"
Sergio's eyes shot fire at him, and again Fernando taunted him by laughing. He grasped the next 'toy' he had planned to use on Ramos: a tiny red tickler that looked like a feather duster.
"Oh, no way!" Sergio moaned.
"Oh, yes." Fernando locked eyes with his restrained lover and teased him by brushing the bright red feathers past the defender's sensitive nipples. To his delight, Sergio closed his eyes and gasped softly.
Any erotic toy was a dangerous weapon in the hands of Fernando Gago, Sergio realised as he squirmed under the tickle-torture. As if that wasn't enough to frustrate him beyond belief, the Argentine had even more tricks up his sleeve. Sergio nearly combusted when Gago turned on a small - again red - vibrator and stroked his cock with it, moving it up and down the full length, then past his balls and as it pressed against the ultra-sensitive spot right under his sac, the vibrations caused him to buck his hips violently.
"Noooo…." He wailed. In a blur he saw Fer adding some lube to the crooked tip of the device and gently easing it in. Sergio's eyes fluttered as the heavily vibrating tip hit his prostrate. He yanked the chain but it was no use.
Fernando watched with glazed eyes how Sergio writhed like a wild animal before him. He knew he could make him come without even touching the Spaniard's cock, the maddening vibrations onto the pleasure gland would be sufficient. Sergio was breaking out in sweat, the sight of him bound and powerless was almost more than Fernando could handle. He was fighting for control himself, groaning and panting along with his lover.
Sergio desperately cried out his ecstasy and streaks of cum covered his quivering abs. His climax was so intense, he had tears in his eyes.
"Fer… please, unchain me…" he pleaded, then grunted angrily as he realised Gago had no such plans. The Argentine triumphantly held up a condom.
Still panting, Sergio could hardly find his voice. "I hate you."
"I hate you too," Fernando smiled lovingly. "And now, you need to be fucked."
"Just how is this 'therapy'?" Sergio barked. "Un-cuff me, and I'll show you who needs to be fucked, you little shit!"
"You should really stop calling people shit."
"I'M WARNING YOU!!!"
"Warn and yell all you want, I'm calling the shots here." Fernando roughly parted Sergio's thighs. "You're so hot when you're pissed off."
"Shut up, Gago, shut…" Sergio stopped yelling and groaned instead, feeling the head of his lover's rock hard cock pushing into his twitching entrance. He shuddered as Fernando's long, thick shaft filled him up gently and slowly and titillating pinpricks of burning pleasure and pain took hold of him.
Sergio felt strangely confused; he was so angry with Fer he could just throttle him, but at the same time the lust he experienced was consuming him. Gago fucked him with slow, deep thrusts, fondling his semi-hard cock until it swelled again and the pulsating heat returned.
Fernando was loving every second of it, even if it had been hard to stay in control and not just pump into Ramos like he wanted to. He had reached his goal; Sergio seemed to have forgotten all about his anger and was squirming and writhing like some hot chick in a porno.
Crashing onto one hand and using the other to jack the Spaniard off, Fernando breathed in the scent of sweat and cum that rose from Sergio's steaming body under him. He fucked him harder; hips smacking against ass in a wild frenzy. Their loud groans filled the room, Sergio's chain rattled to the rhythm and the bed shook violently under them until the warm, slick wetness of Sergio's release filled Fernando's hand and his own climax ripped him to shreds. Uttering a deep sigh, he pulled out and fell onto Sergio's trembling body, savouring the heat between them.
Sergio was incoherent. He stared at Fernando who was staring back at him with hooded eyes.
"Now will you un-cuff me?"
"Promise you won't kill me?" Fernando giggled.
"I might spank your ass." Sergio smirked.
Fernando grabbed the tiny keys and fumbled with the lock. "I hope that's not an idle threat."
The instant he set the defender free, Sergio grabbed him and threw him on his back, kissing him wildly.
"What do you think, doctor Gago? Am I cured?" Sergio purred.
"Nah," Fernando grinned, nestling in his lover's arms, "that would be boring. But at least you can tell Canna you're working on your 'problem'."
"Ha! Until he asks for the number of my therapist."
"He will kill us if we put those cuffs on him and tickle him with feathers!" Fernando snickered.
Sergio laughed so hard at the visual, his sides hurt. "It would be worth it."
"We'd die laughing before he gets a chance to kill us." Fernando giggled, pulling Sergio closer and melting into his warm, damp body and the heated kiss that promised the night was not over yet.
Title: Anger management
Author: Lhuneldaiel
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago, special guest star Fabio Cannavaro (for the sake of comedy)
Fandom: Football Slash
Rating: Adults only/NC-17
Word count: 1.783 words.
Summary: Sergio needs to learn how to control his temper. Fernando has an idea.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure this never ever happened anywhere but in my pervy little mind.
Note: unbeta-ed, read at own risk, LOL
Dedication: I totally missed crazy_girl_86's birthday! Hon, please consider this fic a belated b-day pressie &hearts
Feedback is much appreciated &hearts
"Ramos, I hope you realise there will be consequences after what you said to the ref tonight. You seriously need to work on your bad temper," Fabio said sternly to the young Spanish defender who was sitting before him in the dressing room.
Sergio defensively put his hands in his pockets as he looked at the Italian with a sheepish expression on his face. He was so not in the mood to be lectured, even though he knew he deserved it. Raúl had already been on his case and Iker had barked at him as well. Wasn't that enough?
Behind Canna, a wide-eyed Gago stood fidgeting with his hair. Sergio shifted his gaze from the Italian to the Argentine, agitatedly waiting for the moment when Fer would nervously begin to chew on a lock.
Cannavaro continued. "You're getting booked every match, this is a serious…"
"FER!!!" Sergio called out.
"What?" Fernando jumped, dropping the lock of hair from his mouth.
"Don't do that!" Sergio moaned, nearly cringing.
"See! There you go again!" Canna threw his arms up in the air. "What are you yelling at Gago for?"
"But he's… chewing…"
Fabio looked over his shoulder at the midfielder who made big innocent eyes and shrugged. As the Italian turned to Sergio again, Fernando stuck out his tongue at the Spaniard.
"Just you wait, Gago!" Sergio rose menacingly from his seat.
"Hey! I was talking to you! Even my kids have better attention span." Cannavaro glared at Sergio, placing a hand on the tall Spaniard's shoulder to hold him back.
Giggling behind his hand, Fernando made himself scarce. As he looked back while picking up his bag, he pressed his lips to a thin stripe in an attempt not to laugh at the helpless expression on Sergio's face as Cannavaro was still lecturing the Sevillian.
~
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" Sergio whispered to Fernando as they sat beside one another on the team bus.
"Promise you won't kill me?" Fernando winked.
"I'll be a good boy." Sergio pouted. For one moment he forgot where he was and leaned into Fernando, nearly pressing his lips against the Argentine's. As he pulled back, Gago placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed it playfully.
"Of course you will." he smiled sweetly. Cannavaro had said that Sergio needed some anger management, and in Fernando's wicked mind a plan was slowly taking form. He looked away before Ramos could catch the naughty twinkle in his eyes, leaned back and day-dreamed happily.
~
Wasn't it amazing just how pliable a thoroughly horned-up Sergio was? Fernando had him wrapped around his finger, pampering him by giving him a nice massage. After relaxing the muscles of his back, he had concentrated on kneading that sculpted ass and then gone all out on the defender's lovely big cock. Sergio was purring like a big, lazy lion.
"You always know exactly what I need, Fer…" he groaned softly. "I was so cranky earlier."
Fernando grinned as he crawled up against him. They were both were slick with oil, and he ground against the Spaniard's magnificent body, gliding against him and delighting in feeling their hard-ons rub together. He longingly tongued his lover, moaning into his mouth when Sergio's strong hands grabbed his ass. Time for the plan to kick in.
"I know, hot stuff. And I seriously think you should get a grip on those outbursts."
"Not you too!" Sergio whined.
"Relax," Fernando smiled brightly. "You need some therapy, and doctor Gago can help."
Sergio gigglesnorted. "Doctor Gago? Oh, I can't wait to find out."
"It's important you do everything I say." Fernando grinned as he pushed himself up and sat on Sergio's thighs, circling the defender's navel with his index finger. "Do you trust me?"
Sergio nodded, biting his lip. Fernando looked so insanely gorgeous; a stray lock before his huge, smouldering eyes, his upper lip curling naughtily as he smiled. Anything that crazy Argentine wanted, no problem.
As Gago dismounted his legs and leaned over to reach into a drawer of his night stand, Sergio grabbed his buttocks and kneaded them, slapped them teasingly and rubbed his thumbs up and down the crack, causing Fernando to groan delightfully. Sergio was so horny by now, he was about to get up and slap his cock onto those hot, firm buns, when Gago turned around, grinning triumphantly. He held up a pair of handcuffs lined with bright red fun fur.
"You are not serious!" Sergio gasped. "Where the hell did you get those?"
"You don't want to know…" Fernando mumbled.
"Strippers?" Sergio sighed and giggled at the same time.
"I can't help it! They like me, they give me presents."
"Fer, you are incorrigible."
"I know!" Fernando snickered. "Now give me your wrists."
Sergio sighed deeply as Fernando cuffed him and attached the cuffs to the bed with a chain. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
Gago mounted him again, leaned over him and kissed him tenderly. "No, mi amor. You'll be begging me to do this again."
Sergio shivered with pleasure as Fernando commenced a wild attack on his nipples, using the heat of his mouth, the sharpness of his teeth and the softness of his tongue.
"Please… Fer… suck me off, I need your mouth."
"Tsssk," Fernando smirked, "patience."
Sergio contracted his pelvic muscles, causing his cock to tap against Gago's tummy.
Fernando sat up again and shook his head at the Sevillian. "And he calls me incorrigible."
He laughed as Sergio sulked with growing frustration.
"FER! It's not funny!" Sergio grunted, yanking his chain.
Fernando hummed groan and ran a fingertip down Sergio's perfect abs. "Pissed off, are we?"
Sergio's eyes shot fire at him, and again Fernando taunted him by laughing. He grasped the next 'toy' he had planned to use on Ramos: a tiny red tickler that looked like a feather duster.
"Oh, no way!" Sergio moaned.
"Oh, yes." Fernando locked eyes with his restrained lover and teased him by brushing the bright red feathers past the defender's sensitive nipples. To his delight, Sergio closed his eyes and gasped softly.
Any erotic toy was a dangerous weapon in the hands of Fernando Gago, Sergio realised as he squirmed under the tickle-torture. As if that wasn't enough to frustrate him beyond belief, the Argentine had even more tricks up his sleeve. Sergio nearly combusted when Gago turned on a small - again red - vibrator and stroked his cock with it, moving it up and down the full length, then past his balls and as it pressed against the ultra-sensitive spot right under his sac, the vibrations caused him to buck his hips violently.
"Noooo…." He wailed. In a blur he saw Fer adding some lube to the crooked tip of the device and gently easing it in. Sergio's eyes fluttered as the heavily vibrating tip hit his prostrate. He yanked the chain but it was no use.
Fernando watched with glazed eyes how Sergio writhed like a wild animal before him. He knew he could make him come without even touching the Spaniard's cock, the maddening vibrations onto the pleasure gland would be sufficient. Sergio was breaking out in sweat, the sight of him bound and powerless was almost more than Fernando could handle. He was fighting for control himself, groaning and panting along with his lover.
Sergio desperately cried out his ecstasy and streaks of cum covered his quivering abs. His climax was so intense, he had tears in his eyes.
"Fer… please, unchain me…" he pleaded, then grunted angrily as he realised Gago had no such plans. The Argentine triumphantly held up a condom.
Still panting, Sergio could hardly find his voice. "I hate you."
"I hate you too," Fernando smiled lovingly. "And now, you need to be fucked."
"Just how is this 'therapy'?" Sergio barked. "Un-cuff me, and I'll show you who needs to be fucked, you little shit!"
"You should really stop calling people shit."
"I'M WARNING YOU!!!"
"Warn and yell all you want, I'm calling the shots here." Fernando roughly parted Sergio's thighs. "You're so hot when you're pissed off."
"Shut up, Gago, shut…" Sergio stopped yelling and groaned instead, feeling the head of his lover's rock hard cock pushing into his twitching entrance. He shuddered as Fernando's long, thick shaft filled him up gently and slowly and titillating pinpricks of burning pleasure and pain took hold of him.
Sergio felt strangely confused; he was so angry with Fer he could just throttle him, but at the same time the lust he experienced was consuming him. Gago fucked him with slow, deep thrusts, fondling his semi-hard cock until it swelled again and the pulsating heat returned.
Fernando was loving every second of it, even if it had been hard to stay in control and not just pump into Ramos like he wanted to. He had reached his goal; Sergio seemed to have forgotten all about his anger and was squirming and writhing like some hot chick in a porno.
Crashing onto one hand and using the other to jack the Spaniard off, Fernando breathed in the scent of sweat and cum that rose from Sergio's steaming body under him. He fucked him harder; hips smacking against ass in a wild frenzy. Their loud groans filled the room, Sergio's chain rattled to the rhythm and the bed shook violently under them until the warm, slick wetness of Sergio's release filled Fernando's hand and his own climax ripped him to shreds. Uttering a deep sigh, he pulled out and fell onto Sergio's trembling body, savouring the heat between them.
Sergio was incoherent. He stared at Fernando who was staring back at him with hooded eyes.
"Now will you un-cuff me?"
"Promise you won't kill me?" Fernando giggled.
"I might spank your ass." Sergio smirked.
Fernando grabbed the tiny keys and fumbled with the lock. "I hope that's not an idle threat."
The instant he set the defender free, Sergio grabbed him and threw him on his back, kissing him wildly.
"What do you think, doctor Gago? Am I cured?" Sergio purred.
"Nah," Fernando grinned, nestling in his lover's arms, "that would be boring. But at least you can tell Canna you're working on your 'problem'."
"Ha! Until he asks for the number of my therapist."
"He will kill us if we put those cuffs on him and tickle him with feathers!" Fernando snickered.
Sergio laughed so hard at the visual, his sides hurt. "It would be worth it."
"We'd die laughing before he gets a chance to kill us." Fernando giggled, pulling Sergio closer and melting into his warm, damp body and the heated kiss that promised the night was not over yet.