Collected Comment Porn Part 3
I'm completely uninspired these days… So all I have left is to post things I've written before… Btw, although I'm behind on writing what I've already promised to write, now would actually be a good time for requests, maybe something will inspire me!
For karneol_vision's prompt " only a fading memory": Cristiano Ronaldo/Sergio Ramos, Cristiano Ronaldo/?
For tempered_rose's prompt " Sometimes it isn't enough": David Villa/David Silva
For miss_black91's prompt "slowly": Carles Puyol/Gerard Piqué
For 4jinx_removing's prompt "spank": Cesc Fabregas/Gerard Piqué
For 4jinx_removing's prompt " Gonzalo Higuaín/Lionel Messi": Gonzalo Higuaín/Lionel Messi
For dancer_shoes's prompt "sculpture": ?/?
For zimena's prompt "I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name": Diego Forlán/?
For zimena's prompts: "Do I have to repeat myself?", "I beg you", "Because I'm that good": Diego Forlán/Sergio "Kun" Agüero
For zimena's prompt "You're the only one I want": Diego Forlán/Kun, Diego Forlán/Diego Lugano
Yoann Gourcuff, people. Seriously, do I need to explain why?...
Pairings: Various
Rating: from PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies, as in a figment of my imagination. I own very little, certainly not people, and certainly not these people, I claim no knowledge.
Feedback: is craved and appreciated.
WARNING: THIS IS FICTION (google it if you don't know what it means). DO NOT READ if you are underage, if you don't like real people slash, if you don’t think of footballers this way, if you don't like explicit homoerotic content. If you are one of the above and still reading - seek professional help.
Notes: various ficlets/drabbles written for prompts at alldayfootiecp and commentporn
Cristiano Ronaldo/Sergio Ramos, Cristiano Ronaldo/?, prompt: "only a fading memory"
It hurt so much and for so long, it became a part of him. He carried the pain of his absence for so long, that it became a natural part of his existence, like a pain in a phantom limb. And then, he got so used to it, he didn't really remember what was it like to exist without constantly hurting.
As he watched Sergio jumping around his kitchen and making the most sordid mess out of everything, grinning at him unapologetically, he was startled to discover that the pain was only a fading memory, and that he didn't miss it. This, this messy, enticing, impossible man, was the new natural part of his existence.
David Villa/David Silva, prompt: "Sometimes it isn't enough"
"But I love you," David said desperately, angrily. It was the first time Silva saw him close to tears.
"Sometimes it isn't enough," Silva shrugged. I'm doing the right thing, he told himself, the only possible thing. The thing that needs to be done.
He was miserable. England made him miserable. The fact that he couldn't call David, even for a friendly chat, made him miserable. The fact that the last time he saw him, David did cry, made him almost suicidal. The fact that he'd have to meet David at internationals very soon made him want to rush to the airport and fake a horrible injury all at the same time.
Of course he doesn't do that. He tries to get there early, but his luck, so does David. David, who doesn't seem to understand his need to avoid him as much as possible, and simply follows Silva to his room and lets himself in after him.
"Look," Silva says slowly.
"No, you look," David cuts him, "I understand. I hated you, but I understand now. You did the noble thing, etc. Fuck this. I love you. Sometimes, it's enough."
Carles Puyol/Gerard Piqué, prompt: "Slowly"
Slowly. He always did it so slowly. Slowly removed his clothes, slowly caressed him, slowly fucked him into oblivion. Slowly. Like they had all the time in the word. Slowly, as if Gerard wasn't going mad with desire, as if he wasn't writhing and panting and fucking begging. Like he could go on forever.
Slowly. Carles always did it so. fucking. slowly.
Cesc Fabregas/Gerard Piqué, prompt: "spank"
Cesc wasn't one to complain when he was being thoroughly fucked. But… Well, if he could just… just say it.
Gerard was driving him nuts, fucking him with three fingers, but much, much too slowly for Cesc's liking. He writhed, pushed, begged, but Gerard had him firmly pressed to the bed.
"Please, please, p-l-e-a-s-e," Cesc whined, but Gerard just chuckled. No, he told him - they were going to do it his way tonight. Slowly.
"Don't be such a bad boy, Cesc," he whispered, teasing him by pushing his fingers just so.
Oh. Just say it, Cesc. Here's your chance.
"I am a bad boy," Cesc panted, "spank me. Spank me, because I won't stop moving."
Gerard looked so thoroughly shocked, Cesc had a dreadful feeling he really went too far this time. But then, then Gerard grabbed him, flipped him over and landed a stinging slap on his arse cheek. Cesc whined. Yes, it was as good as he'd imagined. It made him harder, so much harder.
"More," he begged.
He couldn't see it, of course, but he had a feeling Gerard wasn't shocked at all anymore. But really, Cesc couldn't care less if he was, as long as he was spanking him so deliciously.
Gonzalo Higuaín/Lionel Messi, prompt: Gonzalo Higuaín/Lionel Messi
Safe and sweet. That's how Leo likes his life, and that's how he likes his relationships. He gets enough excitement on the pitch. In his life he wants comfort, safety, simple, uncomplicated, sweet love.
So why is it that one look from Pipita and he forgets all that? One half look, really, a glance thrown over his shoulders, and he's willing to forget all that and wait for him in some abandoned shower or locker room.
Already so hard by the time Gonzalo gets there. Already panting just from imagining what's coming.
One look.
One look and he's on his knees, hands eagerly pushing Gonzalo's shorts down, pulling his cock out. Mouth greedily swallows him whole, no hesitation there, not for a second.
It takes more than one look, though, to make him stop in time. It takes an insistent hand pulling him away, pushing him into another position on the cold floor.
Not that he isn't as eager for this. He can't see Gonzalo, but he can feel his fingers, he can feel his cock, he can push back as much as possible, and still, always, somehow, it's not quite enough. Always, somehow, his last thought before he comes - always before Gonzalo - is that it will happen again. It must.
?/?, prompt: "sculpture"
You treat me like I'm some kind of sculpture. Admiring me. Looking at me with awe. And never, never touching.
Like a fucking sculpture in a museum.
Sometimes I want to yell at you that I'm not a sculpture. I'm a man. I don't want to be admired, unless you admire me with your hands and lips. I need to be touched, hugged, loved. Unlike a sculpture, I do get cold at night. I get cold every time you're not around.
But I'm done being frustrated with your awe and admiration. I'm done being frustrated with your distance. Tonight, I'm going to show you how very much alive I am. How hot is the blood in my veins. How hard my cock gets when I think of you.
Tonight, unlike a sculpture, I'm going to reach out, touch you, hug you and kiss you. I'm going to kiss you till you realise I'm not a sculpture. And then I'm going to fuck you till you forget you ever thought of me this way.
Diego Forlán/?, prompt "I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name"
He was always, always so quiet when they fucked. Always so quiet and composed that Forlán found it maddening.
"Sometimes, I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name," he told him one night, frustrated that even on a brink of an orgasm, his lover was still so perfectly quiet.
He didn’t mean it; he'd never dream of hurting his lover, of course not. But this silence, this composure, this infinite, exasperating reserve, were driving him over the edge of his boundaries.
But for the very first time, his lover moaned and gasped and mumbled "yes…" so softly it was barely audible, and for the very first time he didn't look composed, or calm, or reserved. For the first time, he had a glint in his eyes, and his hips moved just a little faster to meet Forlán's thrusts.
And for the very first time, Forlán felt the need to hurt his lover.
Diego Forlán/Sergio "Kun" Agüero, prompts: "Do I have to repeat myself?", "I beg you", "Because I'm that good"
"You can fuck me," Sergio declared one day as they were stretching before practice.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" Sergio asked. "You can fuck me. You can fuck me as hard as you want. You can do whatever you want. You can hurt me. I'll even beg you to. But first, you have to beg me."
"Beg you to?"
"Beg me to let you."
A thousand questions, a thousand doubts, and Diego can only ask, "why would I?"
"Because I'm that good."
"You've never even done this before!" He was sure. He wasn't sure. He hoped. No, it must be so.
"But I will be. I will be, with you."
Diego Forlán/Kun, Diego Forlán/Diego Lugano, prompt: "You're the only one I want"
"Don't be mad," Diego whispers on Kun's ear as he caresses his soft skin and tries to kiss his neck. But even as he leans into his touch, Kun still looks upset, still too upset to allow him what he wants.
"You're the only one I want," he whispers on Kun's ear, "the only one," he kisses his neck slowly, and he can feel Kun relaxing against him, sighing with relief and pleasure.
"The only one," he repeats when Kun drops on his knees and spreads his legs for Diego.
"You're the only one I want," Diego pants when Lugano fucks him, "God, harder," he begs, and as Lugano drives deeper into him, he repeats, "you're the only, only one."