Utter Porn: Bojan Krkić/Sergio Canales fic
This is porn for sake of porn; there's no plot, or redeeming social value to be found here.
Fuck you very much
Pairing: Bojan Krkić/Sergio Canales; implied Bojan/pretty much everyone in Barça, Canales/pretty much everyone in Real Madrid.
Rating: NC-17, and then some.
Disclaimer: Lies, as in a figment of my imagination.
Feedback: is craved and appreciated.
Word Count: 2,015
WARNING #1: English is not my first language, and I don't have a beta. Sorry if there are mistakes, I'll appreciate it if you point them out to me.
WARNING #2: Porn. No plot anywhere. Total PWP. If you find any kind of plot or social redeeming value, you're probably reading something else.
They meet at some event in Madrid, and it's awkward. Someone introduces them, although, of course, it's not necessary, it's not like they've never met before. They stare at each other silently for a while. Finally Bojan asks, "so, how is it to play for Real?"
"Great."
"Good, good," Bojan says and thinks, fuck you very much, 6-1 when we draw.
"And how's Barça?" Sergio asks, because he can't think of anything more original.
"Great," Bojan answers defiantly.
"Great," Sergio repeats and thinks, at least you get to play, fuck you very much.
"So, are they taking good care of you?" Bojan suddenly asks after the silence becomes more than unbearably awkward.
"Ha?"
"Your teammates. Do they take good care of you?" Bojan asks again slowly.
"Yeah, sure, I mean - they're very nice to me."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Bojan smirks, "but do they… you know. Take care of you."
Sergio has no idea what he's talking about, and his confusion is written all over his face.
"Do they make you feel welcomed. Wanted." Bojan says suggestively, and Sergio blushes furiously as he understands what Bojan is getting at. He opens his mouth to answer, but nothing seems appropriate.
"I do feel welcomed," he mumbles eventually, but sounds more petulant than convinced.
Bojan pets his shoulder, and looks at him sympathetically.
"Do your… I mean… Do your teammates?..."
Bojan smirks.
"How? I mean…"
Bojan, who's standing much too close and practically purring with smug delight, raises an eyebrow. Sergio is certain he's enjoying seeing him so flustered, but he doesn't move away. It's too…exciting, even if he's pretty sure Bojan is full of shit.
"Why don't we get out of here and I'll show you," Bojan finally suggests, fingers barely touching Sergio's arm, but so very close Sergio is aware of his every breath.
"No, I can't," Sergio tries to protest, "we should stay," he adds weakly, and wouldn't it all be more convincing if he wasn't practically shoving himself towards Bojan.
But Bojan turns to leave, and Sergio follows.
"Where are we going?" he asks when they're outside. Bojan rolls his eyes.
"To your place, obviously. I don't live here."
In the taxi, Sergio steadily refuses to think about what's going to happen. He lets Bojan sit too close to him, allows him to run his fingertips on his hand, but his mind is on anything but what's about to happen.
Bojan feels quite comfortable in Sergio's home, more comfortable than Sergio, who fidgets and wonders should he pretend to be a good host and offer Bojan something to drink, or should he just remind him why are they here.
"Relax," Bojan says, and Sergio feels even more nervous. Bojan's composure is unsettling.
"Look, if you're having second thoughts…" Bojan looks at the door, suggesting he's willing to leave.
Sergio steps closer, shakes his head.
"Good then," Bojan smiles, and kisses Sergio very lightly on his lips "now, your bedroom?"
Sergio points, but instead of moving, Bojan looks at him again, as if reevaluating the situation, or the boy in front of him.
"You're very pretty," he finally says, touching Sergio's face, "are you sure you've never done this before?"
Pretty? Like a fucking girl? Sergio feels he should be outraged, and maybe a little humiliated, but he's too focused on the way Bojan touches him, the way he himself leans into the touch. Bojan kisses him again - lips touching gently, and then more insistently, until Sergio clutches his shoulders and opens his mouth to let Bojan in. Bojan pulls him closer, till they're pressed against each other, and Sergio finally kisses back with abandon. Bojan caresses his face, kisses back, even lets him dominate the kiss for a while, but then stops.
"If you want me to show you what we do in Barça," he says, pulling Sergio towards the bedroom, "we'd better take it a bit slower."
Sergio's not sure he wants to take it slower. Maybe fast is good, better, less time to think it through. But it's clear he's not the one in control here.
Bojan starts unbuttoning his shirt as soon as they're in the bedroom, and Sergio watches with fascination.
"It'll be easier if you at least took your jacket off," Bojan suggests, and Sergio obeys automatically. He starts unbuttoning his own shirt, but his fingers are trembling. Bojan doesn’t take his eyes off of him, and he's so conscious of every move, every look he gives him. Eventually Bojan steps closer to help him, discards his shirt, and guides him to the bed.
"Is that how they do it in Barça?" Sergio finally whispers, as Bojan lies half on top of him and starts kissing his neck and shoulders. He can feel Bojan smiling against his heated skin.
"Depends. When I first joined Barça, this is exactly how Thierry welcomed me," he resumes kissing Sergio's torso slowly, "with a slow, slow seduction, and sweet kisses." He makes his point by kissing Sergio's mouth again. He kisses him unhurriedly, hands roaming Sergio's body, until suddenly his fingers grasp a nipple and tug it roughly. Sergio yelps in pain, more than a little surprised to feel his cock twitching and getting harder.
"Now," Bojan kisses the nipple soothingly, "Carles has shown me another kind of welcome. One where you learn to like a little pain," he bites Sergio's nipple, and Sergio whimpers.
"That's just how I reacted," Bojan smiles, "Now, I can just imagine if your teammates were a little more friendly… Maybe Iker could show you how to like a little pain with your pleasure. He seems like the type." Sergio gasps and shudders at the thought.
"Or maybe it'll be Benzema," Bojan continues, and Sergio moans and thrusts his hips to meet Bojan's, but Bojan moves back, doesn't allow him to make the contact he craves. Sergio whines, frustrated.
"We do it slowly in Barça," he whispers in Sergio's ear, and takes this chance to nip and suck on it.
"Unless, of course, it's Geri," he continues, and swiftly moves to take off his trousers, and then Sergio's too.
"Now Geri," Bojan says, smiling as if remembering something particularly pleasing, and moves to take off Sergio's underwear, "he likes to make me feel welcome by doing it fast and hard."
"Doing what?" Sergio challenges.
"Why, fucking me, of course," Bojan is completely unfazed, "shall I show you how he likes me to suck him?" and he leans to lick Sergio's erection without waiting for the answer.
"Did you ever suck someone's cock, Sergio?" Bojan asks between the licks, and Sergio tries very hard to concentrate and answer. Bojan stops and looks at him intently until he shakes his head.
"But I bet you want to," Bojan says, "tell me, who?" and takes Sergio's erection is his mouth. Sergio moans and bucks.
"Fuck, fuck, Bojan," he swears. Bojan is sucking intently, eyes darting every now and then to look at Sergio as if he's still waiting for an answer.
"Xabi! It's Xabi, ok?" Sergio pants, and Bojan sucks him harder and faster, until he comes.
Bojan stretches himself next to Sergio, who's trying to catch his breath. His fingers trace obscure patterns on Sergio's golden skin, his erection pressed to Sergio's thigh, and it drives Sergio crazy that he's still so composed, still so in control.
"I thought you were going to show me what your teammates do to you, not what you do to them," he says. Bojan looks surprised and pleased.
"Ah, yes. Though it didn't look like you minded," his hand travels to caress Sergio's thigh, "you want me to fuck you, then?" he asks bluntly. Sergio blushes and averts his eyes.
"It's ok, I can see the answer," Bojan looks pointedly at Sergio's cock, half-hard again.
"Turn around."
Bojan starts kissing his back, and Sergio discovers that the most amazing thing that could happen to you was to have someone kissing your vertebrae, one by one. He shudders with every kiss, his cock is so painfully hard he is convinced he's going to come again soon.
"You like?" Bojan sounds pleased, "something I've learned from Leo. Now, Leo," he says between kisses, "Leo is so very patient. And so creative, you wouldn't believe it."
Sergio gasps, not sure if he's imagining Leo doing this to Bojan, to him, or maybe, as he sometimes hopes, Higuain doing this to him.
Bojan nudges his legs open and leans to kiss him between his arsecheeks, until his tongue reaches Sergio's opening and teases it mercilessly. Sergio bucks so wildly Bojan has to put a soothing hand on the small of his back and then hold him down as he continues to kiss him slowly, and Sergio… Sergio is not even sure what's happening anymore, was it supposed to happen at all, how did they get there.
When Bojan pushes a finger into him, he's so ready for this, he pushes back as much as Bojan's steadying hands would allow it. But Bojan is slow and patient, much too patient for Sergio. Even as he adds a second finger, fucking him slowly and making him writhe and beg, he's still steady and unrushed, and it's not enough, just not enough for Sergio.
"Harder," he begs, "more," and finally, "God, just fuck me, fuck me, Bojan," and Bojan chuckles.
"That's how I've learned about patience," he says, "with Xavi and Andrés."
And this finally shocks Sergio enough to make a sound that's not an outright begging.
"Yes, both of them. You should really try it sometime with a couple," Bojan suggests, "a couple that's so in synch, they'll be able to focus on you together and show you a whole new world of want and need. Well, if you have enough patience," he finishes with a deeper thrust of his fingers.
Sergio is more than willing to admit he doesn't have patience, and he pushes back so wantonly, so willingly, Bojan wonders again if it can really be his first time.
"But why won't I show you how Geri fucks me," he says, and Sergio sighs his relief and spreads his legs wider, "and just so that you know, from what I've heard, if you want it fast and hard, Ramos is the man to ask," and he plunges into Sergio in one swift thrust.
"Ok?" he asks, and Sergio nods after a second, and Bojan starts moving again. And though he begged for it, Sergio didn't realise just how would it make him feel, so full and harder than ever, and he's still adjusting when Bojan finally lets himself lose a little control and groans as he fucks him.
"Oh, Sergio, fuck… you're so hot - better than I've imagined - your teammates would die if they knew what they were missing."
Sergio meets his every thrust now, pushing back to get him even deeper inside, to get more, and he's vaguely aware he's moaning and screaming as Bojan's thrusts become less and less controlled. Somewhere in the back of his mind he can still register some of the things Bojan says as he fucks him - a tirade of filthy praises, comparisons to men who've fucked him, suggestions of whom he should fuck in the future… Until he comes with Bojan barely touching his cock, and only barely feels Bojan coming in him shortly after.
When he comes around, Bojan is snuggling him, still panting with exhaustion.
"I hope you'll know how to ask your teammates to make you feel welcomed now," he says eventually, and they both laugh, because it's too surreal for words.
"You forgot to tell me who taught you to talk such filth," Sergio finally says.
"Valdes." And yes, somehow it makes perfect sense to Sergio.
"Can we do this again?"
"Sure. I'll see you after El Clásico. The winner gets to top," Bojan winks, and cuddles closer, and they both drift slowly into sleep.
Bojan wakes up with a smile. He wonders whether Sergio really believed him, not that it mattered. He got as many ideas out of this as Sergio. When he goes back to Barcelona, he'll definitely have to make his teammates make him feel welcomed.