Request Fic: Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos, NC-17
Title: Smooth Demonstration
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 1,844
Disclaimer: Not true. All made up, every single word.
Summary: Sergio learns that the best way to make a point is by a persuasive demonstration.
Notes: Written for elizaberglund's request, "Sergio Ramos + advantages of full-body-waxing ..." Not my kink, really, so I hope I did it some justice.
"I just don't get it," Iker shrugged, "it seems so…unnatural."
"I'm not saying you have to do it," Sergio answered impatiently. They've talked about it four times before, and it was always the same. Iker mocked him, Iker questioned his choices, he got annoyed and admitted defeat.
"But why do you want to?" and there it was - that genuine curiosity in Iker's voice, that made him get into this argument over and over again.
"I just… I just like the way it feels."
When Iker just kept staring at him he sighed. It was going nowhere. Like always.
"You know… I don't think I can explain it. I think I'll just have to…demonstrate."
"You're not going to get me waxed, are you?" Iker sounded alarmed.
"No! You'll see."
Well, nothing new. Sergio and his crazy ideas. And him, and his crazy need to call Sergio on them. If he could just restrain himself, just keep quiet… But no. When it came to Sergio - when it came to Sergio discussing his body, he couldn't think clearly. He just…couldn't. Whenever Sergio brought it up, he just had to bait him. He had to get into a pointless, useless argument.
If only to distract himself from how it made him feel to hear Sergio talking about it. Because whenever he brought it up, whenever he even mentioned it, he couldn't help but thinking about Sergio's body, hairless, glistering, taut… And oh so irresistible, he could barely breathe at the mere thought of it.
So of course he had to get into an argument. Otherwise, how would he be able think of anything other than this overwhelming need to strip Sergio and lick his perfect, hairless skin? How would he be able to concentrate when all he wanted to do was to bend him over, push his arse cheeks apart and push his tongue into his arse? How the hell was he supposed to act like he didn't care when his cock ached and demanded to push hard and fast into Sergio, to feel him tight and hot around it, to feel Sergio spasm and shiver and come with it in him?
Another pointless argument, just to distract himself from his aching erection. At least until he could get home, shut the door behind him and relieve himself, thinking about Sergio's golden, waxed skin, so soft beneath his hands, yielding, trembling…
Another pointless argument that led him nowhere. He should really find a better way to deal with it other than upsetting Sergio over and over again. Though he was even more tempting when he was mad - his eyes flashing and his hands flying everywhere, and Iker could never quite stop himself from imagining it must be so much like what he looked like when he was close to coming. And he wanted to see it - he wanted to see that look in his eyes, that focused energy, that boiling rush of emotions. He wanted to see it when it's directed at him not because he taunted him and made him mad once again, but because he teased him in a completely different manner, because he made Sergio ache for him like he ached for Sergio. That's why he really, really couldn't grasp the full meaning of Sergio's conclusion to their argument. He was too busy thinking of escape routes and the privacy of his bedroom and how good it'd feel to have some release thinking about Sergio smooth skin against his own and those eyes flashing as Iker made him come.
Maybe he should have paid more attention…
It was loud and insistent and too continuous to ignore. It sounded like someone was building right on top of his head, but as he slowly woke up, Iker realised it was just someone - a really rude someone, someone who had no appreciation for the idea that 3am was most definitely not a good time to wake him up - knocking on his door.
And it wouldn't go away, either. He made his way to the door slowly, contemplating his options. Something really bad could have happened. Or, more likely, something really bad was about to happen - to the person who woke him up so rudely.
He wasn't even that surprised to see Sergio, fully awake, excited and bouncing when he opened the door. Somehow, it was just…just such a Sergio thing to do.
"What took you so long?" Sergio demanded and pushed past Iker before he could even open his mouth and yell at him.
"What took me so long? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"
Sergio looked at him like he was the crazy one.
"We had a deal, remember?"
No, he really didn't.
"To put an end to our argument? Full body waxing? A demonstration?"
Yes, now he was really upset. Really, really upset. And awake. And feeling his cock hardening like always whenever Sergio mentioned…
"In the middle of the night?"
Sergio studiously avoided looking at him. His tongue licked his lip nervously and he looked at his shoes and the wall behind Iker and the floor again.
"I couldn't wait anymore," he said eventually, taking a step closer, "I couldn't wait."
God, he was right. Sergio did look…amazing and focused and insanely attractive when he was turned on, and he was looking at him and…
And it was just a little too much - Sergio was so close and he was still too sleepy to fully control himself and seeing that tongue and thinking about Sergio's skin, all that smooth skin, so close to him, right beneath those clothes… He never moved as fast, not even on the pitch, as when Sergio looked at him and his eyes - dark and full of lust and hesitation told him that yes, he could, he should take that step and pin Sergio to the wall and kiss him, push his hands beneath his shirt, push a thigh between Sergio's leg and feel how hard he is, how breathless Iker's kisses made him, how eagerly he was trying to pull off their clothes. He could and he should and he was trying to do it all at once, to kiss him and to nuzzle his neck and to grind against his hard erection, to push his trousers down and to reach all that skin… Too much at once, he knew it was too much, but Sergio wasn't helping, not with his eyes so dark and his small pants so encouraging and so hot in his ear, and his hands pulling him closer until finally Sergio was pushing him back and Iker was staring at him stupidly, reluctant to let go.
"Didn't I promise you a demonstration?" Sergio smiled and pulled his shirt off.
Right. That. He forgot all about that. He wanted to tell him that it wasn't necessary, they were beyond that now, no need to prove his point, but there was something so mesmerising about Sergio pulling his clothes off slowly, revealing his perfect skin inch by inch, teasing him, that he just nodded.
Sergio smiled and threw his shirt to the floor. His hands were on his belt, and Iker licked his lips involuntarily - he wanted to see him - naked, hard, smooth and perfect - but Sergio unbuckled his belt and stopped, motioning Iker to follow him.
He was letting Sergio lead him into his own bedroom, which was probably not the way it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the one leading Sergio, pushing him to his bed and finally touching all that skin, making him tremble - but he couldn't quite bring himself to interfere with Sergio slow, torturous striptease. He was standing next to his bed now, pushing his trousers down, making Iker acutely aware of the wet spot on his boxers, the hard cock Iker wanted to see so much - making Iker take a step closer before Sergio looked at him warningly and stopped him from actually reaching out and touching him like he wanted to.
Iker's hand stopped obediently. Sergio smiled and pushed his boxers down, letting Iker see it all - his toned, smooth body, his hard cock big and full against his stomach, his hand caressing his thigh teasingly, slowly moving closer to his cock.
Iker stopped him before he could do it - he got it - the demonstration, the point, all of it - and now he wanted to feel it, taste it and touch it and no amount of half hearted protests from Sergio were going to stop him. Not that Sergio seemed too upset to be pushed to the bed and have every inch of his body kissed and caressed by Iker - judging by the way his body was arching to meet Iker's teasing touches he wasn't against it at all. And Iker couldn't get enough of it, of the way Sergio sounded when he kissed a sensitive spot, so hoarse and needy, of the way he moved to grind against him, of the way he's spread his legs to allow Iker to move closer, to feel every inch of his smooth skin against his own, to rub his erection teasingly against him…
"Are you convinced?" Sergio managed to gasp just as Iker was pushing into him slowly, "don't you like the way it feels now?"
"Yes…" Iker hissed, though he would have said yes to anything now, he was too lost in the sensation of Sergio, hot and tight and around him, pushing against him, taking him in deeper and deeper, "yes, I'm convinced…"
He tried to be patient and slow, but Sergio wrapped his legs around him and was rubbing them slowly against his back, smooth skin against smooth skin, making those little noises every time Iker pushed harder and deeper into him and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his pace, to do anything but thrust harder and harder into Sergio, until all he could feel was Sergio's cock twitching against his stomach as Sergio came, moaning and screaming and Iker could finally let go, slam into Sergio once more and come so hard inside him he thought he'd really black out from the sheer intensity and pleasure of it all.
He didn't - he could still move, just barely, enough not to fall too hard on Sergio but to land, somewhat awkwardly, next to him. It felt good to hold him so close, to bury his nose in his neck and take in his smell - he smelt almost as good as he felt against him, still shuddering and breathing heavily. Iker hoped he wasn't planning on leaving now that his…demonstration was over.
He wasn't. He made himself comfortable in Iker's arms, grinning happily and murmuring something about being right, so damn right - if Iker wasn't so tired he'd argue with him about that, if only because smug Sergio was not something he particularly wanted to wake up next to - but he was tired, tired and sated and happy, but he was definitely going to prove Sergio wrong someday, maybe tomorrow… Just to make a point, of course.