November Collected CP Part 7
Pairings:
David Villa/David Silva (3)
Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Diego Forlán/Fernando Muslera/Diego Lugano
Diego Forlán/Kun/Diego Lugano
Ruben de la Red/Esteban Granero
Rating: from PG-13 to NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies, as in a figment of my imagination. Not true on so many levels I'm getting a headache just thinking about it…
Feedback: is craved and appreciated.
WARNING: from sweet to kinky…
Notes: various ficlets/drabbles written for prompts at alldayfootiecp and commentporn.
David Villa/David Silva, prompt: "Villa's hair is compensating for something"
"I'm telling you, Villa's hair is compensating for something," Cesc whispered.
"Like what?"
"Like…you know!"
"You mean?..."
"Well, yeah. Size issues, totally."
Hmm. Come to think of it, try as he might, he never did manage to catch a glimpse in the shower…
The problem with Cesc's silly remarks was that they tended to stick. Silva was becoming rapidly obsessed with the question of Villa's size. Obsessed, as in thinking about it all the time. Well, more than usual. And trying too hard to get a quick look. And maybe thinking about it while…well.
"You're staring at me, Silva," Villa said menacingly.
Oops.
"Staring? I don't know what you're talking about…"
Villa just stared at him.
"It's…it's your hair!"
"My hair is up here," Villa pointed at his head, "and that's not where you're looking."
Now would be a good time to run for his life. If only he didn't let Villa corner him while he was busy blushing and denying.
"I think you were looking at something else. Want to see?"
And yes, the denial and indignation were a good idea. A great idea. But he could only whisper a weak "yes..."
Cesc, Silva discovered, was wrong, so very, very wrong, it was ridiculous. Villa was hung. Staring at his big, fat dick made Silva a little faint. He wanted it. He wanted it so badly in him, he was going to beg any second now.
He really didn't have to, because from the noises Villa was making while he was kissing him and lifting him by the arse, he was more than ready to give it all to him, and give it to him good.
God, it was so good that Cesc was so wrong sometimes…
Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas, prompt: "happy cesc/iker"
"Are you writing on my back?" Iker's hands were lazily tracing unclear patterns on Cesc's back, something that Cesc felt was supposed to have some kind of meaning he couldn't quite get.
"Maybe."
"What are you writing, then?" he half turned to look at Iker. He liked the way Iker looked when he was so relaxed, without a hint of a scowl on his face. He liked it even more that he could make him look like that.
"Nothing, it's not important."
"Come on!"
"Maybe I just can't stop touching you."
That much was true. Cesc couldn't quite grasp it yet, but it seemed that Iker really couldn't. Not that he wanted him to, not at all, but it amazed him every time how Iker would make love to him, looking at him like he was the most precious, most desirable man on earth.
"Iker…"
Iker's hands moved to caress Cesc's arse, squeezing his arse cheeks and making him moan. His mouth replaced his hands, gently kissing and then biting one cheek, making Cesc gasp and push his arse up.
"Are you trying to distract me?"
"Does it work?"
It did. Cesc found it increasingly harder to remember what they were talking about just a minute ago, especially now that Iker was teasingly pushing his fingers into him. Still, it seemed important somehow to remember…
"What were you writing on my back?" he gasped eventually.
Cesc could feel Iker's fingers withdrawing, and he moaned with displeasure. But he forgot everything - his displeasure, their conversation, everything - when he felt Iker's tongue caressing his entrance and then pushing into him. All he could think of was how to make Iker do more, do it faster, make him come - but Iker had he's mind set on driving him slowly crazy and desperate.
"Iker…" he whined, "please?"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me? Please let me come? I'm so hard, Iker… So hard it hurts, please!"
Iker smiled, and Cesc could feel his hand sneaking underneath him to grab his hard cock, while at the same time Iker's erection pushed into him. It was so, so good to feel Iker's expert hand on his cock and Iker's cock in his arse, that it took him only a few minutes before he came uncontrollably all over Iker's hand.
"Iker? What were you writing on my back?"
Iker groaned. Cesc shifted in his arms to look at him. Iker was blushing. If there was one thing Cesc thought he'd never see…
"Dates. Dates of international call-ups, ok? That's what I was writing on your back," Iker said defensively, as if he'd done something so horribly wrong, Cesc was going to jump out of his arms and leave.
"More than ok," Cesc whispered. If he still had the energy, he'd come again just from the thought of Iker calculating the days till their next meeting.
Diego Forlán/Fernando Muslera/Diego Lugano
Diego's not sure when Fernando just started showing up uninvited, insinuate himself between the two of them and staying there for hours. It should have disturbed him, this blatant intrusion, but somehow, it seemed normal. They both should have been angry at this boy's audacity to intrude on their precious time together, and yet they always let him stay, never even thought of kicking him out. Fernando would just climb onto the bed and make himself comfortable between the two of them, not really intruding, but still undeniably present. They didn't think of telling him to leave even when it became so normal to have Fernando there with them, never saying or doing much, that Lugano would just reach and kiss him, hard on his lips, right in front of the boy. Not that he ever seemed particularly phased by their blatant displays in front of him. Sometimes, he'd watch them kissing for a while, never turning away, never even pretending to be polite enough to leave, and yet somehow always gone when they were done. Sometimes, Diego would remember Fernando was there beforehand, and feel vague regret that he wasn't there anymore.
He's not exactly sure how it changed or when was it that Fernando didn't get out of his way when he leaned to kiss Lugano but let him kiss him instead. He's not sure what Lugano thought while he was kissing the boy. He remembers he pushed the boy away eventually, pushed him towards Lugano and watched as they kissed, so slowly and intently that it was almost unbearably exciting to watch them.
He's not sure who decided that they should get their clothes off, or who left that embarrassingly visible mark on his neck that night. He just remembers how turned on he was when he watched Fernando on his knees in front of Lugano and how it felt to be trapped between Lugano and Fernando while Fernando was fucking him. He felt he could feel every inch of their skin rubbing against his, and it was almost too much, almost overwhelming, and yet not enough. He always felt a little out of control with Lugano, but this, this was beyond anything he's ever experienced before. It was as though they knew exactly how to rid him of his last shreds of control, his last inhibitions. And he liked it, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. He was trapped between them, and yet finally, he was truly free.
David Villa/David Silva, prompt: "Silva bossing Villa around."
David never thought he'd be so turned on by Silva bossing him around. After all, he was the one who was usually in charge… and he liked it that way. But getting a hard on, during a match no less, from Silva's bossy attitude…well, that gave him something to think about.
He was still thinking about when Silva returned to their room, flushed and understandably pissed off after the game they just had.
"David," Villa started hesitantly - after all, how exactly is he supposed to ask Silva to boss him around because it turned him on?
"Not now," Silva wasn't even looking at him.
"David…"
"Look, I'm not in a mood, ok?! So unless you're going to go on your knees for me right now, don't even bother."
Villa wasn't sure who was more surprised when he immediately dropped to his knees. Just to hear Silva saying it, so insistently… It sent unexpected shivers down his spine and made his cock throb a little. He didn't even think before doing exactly what Silva wanted him to do.
He could see a hint of surprise in Silva's eyes, but it was gone in a flash. Instead, Silva was looking at him with a new look, a determined, hungry look. It made Villa want to crawl to him, take his dick out of his pants and suck it as if his life depended on it.
"You look good on your knees," Silva remarked calmly as he was undoing his jeans - slowly, like he wasn't affected at all by what was happening. Villa licked his lips involuntarily when he saw Silva half hard cock in his hand, and Silva chuckled.
:"Now, be a good boy, David, and make it good. Make it count."
Villa reached for his cock eagerly, caressing it with one hand and licking the tip slowly, but Silva wasn't up for that.
"Take it all, now," he ordered, and Villa thought it was the sexiest he's ever heard Silva. It made him want to do his best, and so he sucked and licked and felt he really couldn't get enough - until Silva pushed him away roughly.
"You're a good boy, David," Silva said, caressing his hair, "now turn around and show me how hard you want me to fuck that perfect arse of yours."
Silva's voice made him shudder. He turned around slowly, pushing his arse high in the air. He had a feeling Silva was going to make him wait and beg for it, but as long as it meant he'll hear Silva's voice bossing him around like that…He really didn't mind at all.
David Villa/David Silva, "Silva likes black lingerie…"
"You want me to do what?!"
"I want you to wear these," Silva repeated, holding out a pair of black lacy panties. Villa stared at him like he'd lost his mind - and he probably did, but he just couldn't resist…the thought of Villa's hard cock in these girly, sheer panties…it just made him so hard, he couldn't think clearly enough to realise how dangerous it was to suggest Villa should wear them.
"But why?!"
"Because…I…I mean, it's…it's hot," he could feel his face burning.
"You know, I think they'll look good," Villa said thoughtfully, "on you."
Oh, no no no, that's NOT what he wanted! Somehow, though, he did end up wearing those damn panties, and the way Villa stared at him when he slowly turned to show his arse off made it almost worth it. The way Villa pounced him and licked every inch of his cock through the sheer material definitely made it worth it. But what really turned Silva on the most was the way Villa ripped the panties off of him, pushed his big cock into his arse and whispered "you're right, it is hot…now be a good boy, and I just might wear them for you next time."
Diego Forlán/Kun/Diego Lugano, prompt: "Ripped, tight jeans and half-open shirt"
What is he thinking, showing up here wearing a ripped, tight jeans and half-open shirt? He specifically told him not to come today. He definitely told him more than once he shouldn't dress like that unless he's ready for the consequences.
Lugano is looking at him now. Not too obviously, but with a definite interest, with a definite…
He told him not to come today.
"So, you're Diego's new toy," Lugano eyes Sergio openly now, and Forlán can't help but do the same. Sergio's trying too hard, but he's so irresistible to him, it doesn't matter. And Lugano definitely appreciates his efforts, he can see the way he looks at him.
He was never disobedient before, his boy. And he told him, he told him not to come tonight.
He's stepping towards Lugano without even realising that, and Forlán knows it's too late to stop it.
Lugano runs his hands on Sergio's thighs, pulls him closer. Sergio moves closer, closer, and then Lugano pushes him to his knees. Sergio gasps in surprise and looks at Forlán for the first time.
"Did he tell you not to come here tonight?" Lugano asks.
Sergio nods, still confused, still looking at Forlan with a million question marks in his eyes.
"You should have listened to him."
He really should have.
"Didn't he teach you anything about obedience?"
Sergio nods again, blushing now.
"Not well enough."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," Lugano turns to Forlán, "I might even return him in one piece… more or less."
Forlán nods. Sergio looks at him, pleading, disbelieving, but Forlán just shrugs. Let Lugano take care of that.
"See, boy," Lugano is talking to Sergio again, touching his face briefly, almost gently, "Diego always gets the best toys… but he's not so good at keeping them clean and shiny. Don't worry. I'll teach you what you need to know. And then, maybe, you can make him really happy."
Ruben de la Red/Esteban Granero, prompt: "kiss on the wrists"
Somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks it should unsettle him how easily Esteban wins him over time and time again. How much control he has over him, without even trying. How fast his heart beats when he's around him, just around him, not even doing anything at all to make him feel like this.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks it's dangerous to let any man to have so much control over him.
But it's Esteban. And he feels safe even when the smallest gesture makes him lose himself in this man. Even when with just a kiss on his wrists, Esteban makes his heart soar and his cock twitch. Even when he makes it impossible for Ruben to do more than gasp with frustrated delight when the he holds his hands and slowly trails wet kisses from his wrists and all the way up his arms. Even if it means that by the time Esteban reaches his neck and his slow, teasing kisses turn into small bites, he's so hard he's writhing and begging. Because yes, it's dangerous to let anyone have so much control over him, but when Esteban whispers hot, dirty promises on his ear, he knows he can't help it. But also because when Esteban pulls him up and drags him to bed, his every gesture betrays his eagerness and impatience, and Ruben knows, knows beyond any doubt, that Esteban can't help it either.