Ficlet: José Mourinho/Cristiano Ronaldo, NC-17
Title: I'm Special Too
Pairing: José Mourinho/Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 488
Disclaimer: Not true. As simple as that.
Summary: Cristiano is not happy with the attention José gives other players.
Notes: Written for the prompt "punishing José" on alldayfootiecp.
He didn't like it. He didn't like it before, and he liked it even less now. What was it about his teammates that made Jose be so damn friendly, all hugs and pets and smiles? Although in all fairness, it weren't just his teammates; oh no, given the chance, Jose seemed more than happy to hug his former players; Barca players; random players… Was there a footballer left in the world who was not hugged, kissed or petted by José Mourinho?!
Of course he didn't like it. How could he, when he knew what all those bastards must have thought when José touched them? Oh, he could imagine all too well what they thought - after all, not so long ago, he thought it too. And he didn't like these dreamy looks some of them would get, these looks that suggested that they would like José to hug them a little bit longer… These looks that suggested that just like Cristiano, they'd be willing to go on their knees for him, beg him to let them suck his cock and plead to be fucked by him.
Well, too bad for them. It's just not something that he could accept. Sure, José was special… But so was he, damn it. And he absolutely could not have Cristiano on his knees every time he wanted and still have all those other options. No, that simply did not work for Cristiano.
So the next time he sees Jose getting too friendly with someone, he knows what must be done. He smiles through greeted teeth and doesn't protest when José asks him to stay a bit after the match. He doesn't confront him or yell at him or refuses to take his hard cock into his mouth. No; he doesn't do any of those things. On the contrary - he's sweet and undemanding and submissive, taking José's cock into his mouth and sucking greedily until he feels the other man shaking and hears him mumbling his name over and over again.
And then he stands up and leaves him trembling with need, looking hurt and mystified by his sudden withdrawal.
"If you think anyone can make you feel better than me… Then by all means, go ahead and find one of your groupies, have them finish the job… But if you want me anywhere near your cock again, José… You'd better be a bit less generous with your affection. Your call."
He leaves without looking back. It doesn't matter; he saw it all in his eyes while he was talking - the shock, the hurt, the longing… He'll come back to him, never thinking about any of the others again, no doubt about that. No better way to teach a man a lesson than to leave him hard and aching with nothing to help him but his own hand…
And Cristiano was sure Jose's hand, no matter how wonderful, could never compete with him.