Fic: Sergio Ramos/Cristiano Ronaldo, R
Title: Dreams and Revelations
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Sergio Ramos
Rating: R
Warnings: well, weird dreams are discussed, so it's a little… weird.
Word Count: 1,109
Disclaimer: Not true. As simple as that.
Summary: Sergio's annoying tendency to share his dreams reveals something surprising.
"So, I had this dream last night…"
Everyone groaned. Sergio had this talent to share his…weird, weird fantasies while they were all stuck together with no escape routes. Like in the showers.
And it's not like they were good fantasies, either. Not hot, steamy, sex fantasies. That would have been embarrassing, sure… But at least it would be interesting. No. The dreams Sergio had were just that - weird, abstract dreams he had no talent for retelling. Just because they ended with "and then I was in my bed/in the shower/on the floor having the hottest sex of my life", it didn't mean that these were sex dreams. Certainly not sex dreams worth retelling.
"Sergio," Iker started, "maybe you should tell us later."
But Sergio was already recounting the second episode of his latest bizarre dream involving feeding a hamster and running around Madrid without shoes, looking for someone.
Cristiano was never sure whether Sergio was making those dreams up. Sometimes, they weren't even dreams, just random fantasies (as weird, if not weirder, than his dreams). It seemed like the more his teammates suffered, the more they made fun of him (Sergio thought that his teammates collecting money for a shrink - someone who might actually find an interest in your dreams. And, you know. Fix you - was damn adorable) - the more he insisted on sharing his dreams with them.
"…and then, I was back at home. The hamster was gone. All my shoes were in a row in a living room. But then I realised - the hamster wasn't mine…"
It became such a natural part of their routine, that Cristiano didn't even pay attention anymore.
"…and then I found it. The End."
Sergio always finished with "The End".
But… Cristiano turned around slowly, looking at Sergio, who was grinning at him. They were always the last ones there, and so Cristiano got to hear this part most often.
But something was missing. How could it be "the end" if there was no "and then I had the hottest sex of my life"?
And why did he even care? He should be grateful Sergio finally shut up and he could have a few minutes of peace and quiet.
"What, no sex this time?" he heard himself asking sarcastically before he could stop himself. Seriously, he just gave Sergio a whole new hope that someone cared about his stories. If his teammates were here, they'd kill him. And they'd be right, too.
Sergio shrugged, "I can't have the best sex of my life in every dream, can I?"
"Didn't stop you before."
"Well, no sex in this dream. But it was still pretty cool, right? I mean, the part where Madrid suddenly didn't look like Madrid at all?"
Cristiano stopped listening. He didn't care whether Madrid looked like itself in Sergio's stupid dream. He just wanted to know that this dream, too, ended with Sergio having hot sex somewhere - on his couch, on his bed, on his floor.
Not that he'd admit it, but he really liked that part. Hearing Sergio ending his bizarre stories with sex - and the bastard never elaborated on that - gave him certain…ideas. Thoughts. It gave him certain thoughts that made him hard on the way home from practice and made him shut himself in his bedroom and jerk off furiously, imagining Sergio having hot, steamy sex on the floor, on the bed, in the shower.
With him.
With him kneeling in front of Sergio, taking his big cock into his mouth. With him on Sergio's couch, holding on to it while Sergio pounded into him. With him… and Sergio.
He had dreams too. They just weren't the kind he cared to share with his teammates.
Or with Sergio, who was still looking at him with curiosity. He turned the water off and was just standing there, naked and beautiful, staring at Cristiano.
"But then I had another dream," Sergio said suddenly, startling Cristiano. He realised he's been staring too - following the water droplets traveling along Sergio's hard body, from his shoulders and down his chest, and downwards…
Cristiano forced himself to look up.
"Do you want to hear about it?"
It must have been his overactive imagination, but Sergio sounded different. His voice wasn't light like it usually was when he was talking about his crazy dreams. It was deep and husky and made Cristiano want to move closer to him, close enough to hear the words reverberating against his skin.
And maybe to lick a stray droplet or two. Just to know how he'd taste, so that he'll have something to dream about when he gets home.
"It had sex."
"No, I really don't. I think you've tortured us enough for today, don't you?"
"Oh, but it's not for everyone. Just for you."
When he didn't say anything - couldn't really think of anything to say - Sergio stepped closer.
"This dream… It was after I got home, and the hamster was gone and the shoes were back where they belong… But then I am home, opening the door, and everything seems to be in order. I walk in and in the dream, I think it's weird that nothing strange is happening. But then I see it. You are there," Sergio looked at him intently.
Cristiano didn't realise he was holding his breath until Sergio said it.
"You were there. Sitting on my couch. Why were you there?" Sergio sounded almost like he was accusing him of breaking into his house. But it was his stupid dream!
He didn't think he was supposed to answer. How on earth is he supposed to know what was he doing, sitting on Sergio's couch in his dream?
"Naked. You were sitting naked on my couch."
Sergio was so close now - he didn't realise he moved while he talked, he was too absorbed in his story, in Sergio's low voice telling him a dream in which he was naked - that he could actually feel his words against his skin, could actually smell him and almost touch him.
He was painfully and obviously hard.
"And then I had the hottest sex in my life. The End."
What? Cristiano shook his head. How could it be "The End"?
"That's it?"
"Well," Sergio's hand pressed lightly against Cristiano's chest, his face so close, his soft lips so tempting, that Cristiano had to make an effort to understand what he was saying, "do you want to tell you about it, or do you want to see if it'll be the hottest sex in my life for real?"
Thank God Sergio kissed him then, because he really didn't think he could answer with anything resembling words.