Ficlet: Cristiano Ronaldo/Xabi Alonso, NC-17
Title: I never thought…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Xabi Alonso
Warnings: no
Word Count: 605
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies, so many lies in one place...
Summary: PWP, PWP, PWP. Yes, that's it. Written during emergency commentporn weekend for karneol_vision's prompt "I never thought of you that way..."
"Can we?..." Cristiano asked, his thumb caressing the inside of Xabi's wrist, feeling his quickening pulse.
"I never thought of you that way..." Xabi whispered, but didn't move away, didn’t pull his hand back, and Cristiano felt his pulse soaring, soaring… but he knew he was telling the truth, he really never did think of him this way. But that was the point. That's what made him so special, that's what made Cristiano want this so much. He wanted, no, needed to prove to Xabi he was worth looking at - this way, and all the other ways.
"But?"
"But…" He's looking at him now, and it's the look he's been waiting for, the look he's been craving - appreciative, lingering, hungry, finally seeing him the way he wanted him to, as a man, not a random teammate. Cristiano moves fast - yes, he's afraid he'll change his mind, decide it's not worth it, that he's not worth it. He's trying to do everything at once - touch him, kiss him, undress him, undress himself…
"Slow down," but he doesn't. He doesn't want him to have time to think it through.
"Please?" Xabi's hand is not forceful, but it makes him stop, makes him look him in the eye and see that he really won't change his mind, so he nods, allowing Xabi to take off their clothes, lead him to bed, kiss him - slowly, deeply - and then let him do whatever he damn pleases, even if it's slow and teasing and not exactly what he thought it would be, because it's better and because the way he makes him feel when he touches him is beyond anything he's ever felt before. He makes him feel like the most important man on earth, just by touching him this way, by looking at him like he doesn't want to pretend it's someone else, by taking his cock into his mouth and licking and sucking like it's the best thing he's ever tasted in his life, like Cristiano is the best thing he's ever… He comes too soon after that, and he's not sure what Xabi's done to make him hard again, but he is - hard and panting again as Xabi fucks him - slowly at first, but with hard, determined thrusts, whispering such wonderful things into his ear he's sure he's going to come again soon, but he really wants Xabi to come before him, to hear him losing control, to hear him…
"God, just like that," Xabi pants when he pushes back against him - to be honest, not so much for Xabi's benefit as his own, because Xabi's cock feels so good in him, so perfect, that he has to have more of it. But to hear Xabi telling him - and he does talk a lot, Cristiano is just not processing half of it right now - how fucking wonderful it feels to fuck him, how he'd have to do it again and again very soon, to feel his hands tightening on his hips, to feel his hand against his throbbing erection… Of course he comes again, they come together, and it's ok, it's not a conquest anymore, he doesn't mind to "lose" like this, he doesn't even mind that Xabi is a damn blanket hogger, because he's going to make it up for him in the morning and…
Of course, he's asleep before he can think of an exact plan, but in the morning Xabi seems pretty full of ideas himself, and Cristiano is ok with that too. Maybe he hasn't thought of it before, but he's definitely thinking about it now, and that's the only thing that really matters.