Fic: Sergio Ramos/Cristiano Ronaldo, NC-17
Title: Getting There
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 1,334
Disclaimer: Not true. As simple as that.
Summary: Mostly PWP. Impatient (but cunning) Sergio, phone sex and a little bit of feelings.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Where are you? I'm getting bored..." on alldayfootiecp.
"Where are you? I'm getting bored…"
"Almost there…"
"Well, get here faster," and boy, no one could sound as petulant as Sergio when he really wanted something.
"I am going as fast as I can, Sergio," Cristiano said through gritted teeth. Sometimes he found Sergio's impatience charming. This was not one of these times.
"But I've waited for hours!"
"You did not wait for hours! You just called me half an hour ago!" and I dropped everything to come over, Cristiano thought. Just like that.
"It feels like hours," Sergio insisted, "maybe I should start… I'm tired of waiting."
"Don’t you dare! And I'm driving. Do you want me to kill someone?"
"Are you guilt-tripping me?!"
"You damn right I am! I told you a thousand times - no dirty talk while I'm driving."
"I knew it! I'm irresistible!" Sergio laughed, "You just can't help it, do you? You're probably hard already… I know you, Cris… I know you are!"
"Sergio," Cristiano warned, "don't. you. dare."
"Or what?"
"Or I'm turning back."
"You won't."
"Oh, yes I will. I'll turn back, and you can start alone…and finish alone. And I know you don't like that, Sergio. It just won't be the same, you know. Not like I can make you feel."
Sergio whimpered.
"You know I'm right," Cristiano continued, grinning to himself, "it won't be the same. I bet your hand feels good on your cock… But it's not as good as my mouth, is it?"
"Damn it, Cris! You said no dirty talk, you cheating bastard!" Cristiano could hear Sergio's shallow, laboured breath on the phone.
"I said no dirty talk for you. I can drive and talk," well, truly he couldn't - the sound of Sergio's breath and the images that flooded his mind - Sergio, on his bed, waiting for him with his hand caressing his cock - they were really getting to him. Good thing he's just pulled into Sergio's driveway. But he wasn't going to tell Sergio that. Not just yet.
"So, are you being patient, or do I have to turn back now?"
"Fuck, I'm trying here! But… I've been hard for so long, Cris," Sergio whined, "since… since before I called you," he confessed, breathless.
"Really? That long, you poor thing?"
"Yes…" Sergio hissed, "maybe… maybe since the practice… And it's all your damn fault, too."
"My fault? How is it my fault?"
"You…you're a fucking tease! All training long, I had to look at you! Moving your arse!"
"It's called walking, Sergio. And playing football. That's what we're supposed to do."
"Well, that's not what you do! You…you move it! You move. Move your arse. Making me look at it. Making me think about it!"
"I'm not making you do anything," of course, he was. He was doing it all training long - making sure he's positioned just right, making sure he's right in Sergio's line of sight when he bent and stretched. And he enjoyed it, too. He enjoyed knowing that Sergio was looking, that he was unable to avert his gaze. He enjoyed - hell, he was half hard - knowing what Sergio was thinking. What he could make him think. That he could distract him so easily.
"You're a tease and a liar," Sergio said, "and I can hear that you're not driving anymore. Where are you? Seriously, I'm not waiting another minute. I'm starting without you."
Cristiano walked up the stairs slowly, thinking how easy Sergio was sometimes. How eager. He liked that thought. Especially because it meant he didn't have to show how eager he was himself. How he jumped whenever Sergio called. How the mere thought of Sergio naked made him hard and aching. He most certainly would never tell Sergio how frustrating it was when he couldn't spend the night with him and had to do with his own hand, with his own fingers up his arse. He'll never tell him how he always imagined it was him now, him touching him, caressing his cock, fucking him when he shoved his own fingers hard and fast into his arse.
No, he can't tell him any of these things. He admired Sergio's ability to be so open about his needs and desires. He really did. But he, himself, couldn't admit it. The last thing - the very last thing - he wanted was for Sergio to know how he made him feel.
"Finally," Sergio was on his bed, just as he'd imagined him, naked and hard, sweating already, his cock hard in his hand, jerking off slowly.
"You started without me," Cristiano moved faster, unable to stop himself. It was one thing to tell Sergio he wasn't affected. It was a whole other thing to be able to control himself when he saw him like that. When all he wanted to do was to take his cock deep into his mouth and suck it until Sergio lost control.
"I told you, I wasn't going to wait for you," Sergio's hand didn't stop moving, even when Cristiano reached the bed, shedding his clothes as fast as he could.
Cristiano bent to kiss Sergio, his hand already moving to Sergio's cock, trying to stop him from coming too soon. Sergio kissed him slowly, eagerly - but wouldn't stop.
"Sergio… don't you want me to suck you?"
Sergio shook his head.
"Why?" It wasn't like Sergio to refuse… It wasn't like him at all.
"Sergio, what kind of a stupid game is it?"
"It's not stupid," Sergio's hand sped up and Cristiano couldn't take his eyes off of him - the way his cock throbbed in his hand, how frustrating it was to be so close to him and not to feel it, but mostly, the look in his eyes, that dark, lustful look he gave him while he jerked off… It was almost impossible for Cristiano to think straight. His own cock was aching already, so hard he had to bite his lips to stop himself from grabbing it.
That's not what he came for. That's not why his heart and cock jumped when Sergio called. It wasn't that at all.
"Sergio," he tried again, "I know you didn't call me to watch you jerking off… Don't you want me to suck you? It'll feel so good…"
Sergio looked at him intently, but didn't stop.
"I want to… I want your cock in my mouth…or maybe…maybe you want to fuck me? I want that even more," Cristiano could see his words affected Sergio, could see how hard he had to struggle to stay still, not to push him down and take him.
It'd make him happier if it didn't affect him, too.
"Damn it, what do you want, then?"
Sergio's eyes closed for a second. Then he looked at him again.
"Fuck, just you. You know that. I keep telling you that. I want you. I want you to suck me and to fuck me and damn, right now I want nothing more than to fuck you," Sergio stopped for a second, "but just for once, Cris… I really want you to say that you want me as well."
"Sergio, I…"
"Spare me. Please, we both know we'll fuck no matter what. But just…once. Just this once. I want you to say it."
Well.
It was his cue to leave. It was his cue to turn around, pick up his clothes, and leave, making it very clear to Sergio he was only here for sex, and even sex with Sergio, amazing as it was, wasn't going to make him say anything of the sort.
But he didn't really want to leave. He couldn't imagine picking up his clothes, turning away and leaving. He couldn't imagine never seeing Sergio again. Never seeing Sergio looking at him like that again.
"I want you," Cristiano heard himself saying before he could even decide that maybe, maybe it's not the worst thing that could happen. Maybe it was ok for Sergio to know this. He bit his lip, stepped closer.
"I want you all the time."