Fic: Carles Puyol/Sergio Ramos, NC-17
Title: Naughty
Pairing: Carles Puyol/Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spanking
Word Count: 1,161
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: Utter PWP. Naughty Sergio needs a babysitter with a firm hand.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Sergio/Carles, with spanking" on alldayfootiecp.
"So, are you my babysitter for tonight?" Sergio asked when Carles came into his room and made himself comfortable on one of the beds without so much as greeting him.
"Yes."
"You two realise we don't really need babysitters, don't you?" Sergio rolled his eyes. A few little pranks and Iker and Carles wouldn't let him and Gerard out of their sights. Really.
Carles shrugged.
"What makes you think you'll do a better job than Iker? What makes you think Iker will be able to control Gerard? You know, last night he fell asleep so fast he was really pretty useless, and then I…"
"We agreed that you both needed… a new attitude."
"A new attitude? And just what that might be?"
Insufferable. Carles really pitied Iker sometimes for having to deal with Sergio on daily basis. Well, he was easy on the eyes, that's for sure - especially the way he was now, stretched on the other bed, shirtless. And petulant. There was just something about a petulant Sergio that made Carles agree to Iker's crazy "new pair of eyes" idea to begin with. Though really, he suspected Iker was looking for more than a quiet night without Ramos when he kindly suggested to take Pique off his hands for the night…
Never mind that. Gerard was a big boy and he could take care of himself. And if he couldn't… well, he had it coming. They both had it coming for making his and Iker's life in South Africa that much more difficult. He didn't come here to become a glorified babysitter. It wasn't his fault that they were all so…naughty.
Speaking of naughty… He glanced at Sergio, who was absentmindedly stroking his abdomen, still pouting. Yes… naughty was definitely a good look on him.
Sergio looked up just then and caught Carles staring. Well, well. Now that was interesting… Sergio's hand slowed down and he started stroking his skin with a bit more intention, slowing to circle a nipple, moving downwards, downwards…
"What do you think you're doing?" Carles snapped just as Sergio's hand almost reached the bulge in his pants.
"Isn't it obvious? Trying to make the best of this situation," Sergio replied innocently.
"Ramos, I don't know what works on your captain, but…"
"It works on everyone," Sergio replied confidently. Oh, Iker will kill him if he ever found out he implied anything of the sort, but by the look in Carles' eyes, it was worth it…
"Ramos," Carles said sternly, "cut it out."
"Or what?" Sergio's hand ghosted over his hardening cock and he looked at Carles, licking his lips slowly. Oh, he knew he was playing with fire. He knew exactly…
Well, perhaps not exactly, he realised with a start when he found Carles looming over him, giving him a look that made him shudder with desire and just a little bit afraid… Maybe not exactly at all, he thought when Carles unceremoniously pushed his pants down and flipped him over. But it was good, it was all so good - Carles' big hands on his thighs, pushing him so he was kneeling on the bed, Carles' hair tickling his arse when Carles leaned and ran his hand on his spine, making him instantly mewl and his cock harden… It was all good.
And God, Carles' hand landing on his arse cheek, spanking him, making him jump with a surprise when he felt the sting of the blow - that was… well actually, it was fucking wonderful. It was just…fucking wonderful. His flesh throbbed where Carles' hand had landed, his cock twitched and before he could so much as protest with indignation, Sergio found himself pushing his arse back, inviting Carles to give him more of that - more of his tender caresses and his hard blows, just…more.
And he did - he spanked him repeatedly, making it feel just right, making the pain just enough for him to feel it and just enough for him to crave a bit more of it, just enough for him to beg him to continue even though he was supposed to ask - demand? - him to stop. But how could he, when after every smack Carles' fingers caressed his arse and cock just so, just so it was not at all enough and almost enough to make him explode?
But then he stopped. He just… stopped, and for a moment, Sergio was afraid he'll leave him like this, painfully hard, his arse red and covered with his hand prints, aching and begging in vain for release. Just when he was about to demand - though he really didn't think that demanding would get him very far with Carles, he felt Carles' cool tongue on the hot flesh of his butt, lapping at it slowly, making his sensitised flesh burn in a whole different way. Sergio howled and pushed back, trying to make Carles do more, make him feel more, make him come - he really didn't think it was possible for his cock to become any harder, for his frustration to become any more unbearable - but Carles held his thighs firmly, nuzzling his flesh, making Sergio so incoherent and desperate he couldn't even beg for it anymore, just pant and grant and whine his need and frustration.
And just as he thought it couldn't get any hotter, any better, Carles pushed his cheeks apart, slowly ran his tongue along the crack and pushed his tongue into his arse. It was over before it really began - Sergio came so hard that his knees buckled and Carles had to support him to keep him from losing his balance. Sergio was vaguely aware that Carles' tongue kept fucking him, though he wondered why - he hardly thought he'd be able to feel anything anytime soon, so really, it was quite…
"Ready for my cock?" Carles whispered into his ear, his hair brushing Sergio's damp face, his lips nuzzling his neck and suddenly biting it, making Sergio shudder and realise that yes, he was half hard already again, and so much more than ready for that big cock in him, so much more than just ready - damn, he needed it, he…
He had it - pushing into him much too slowly, stretching him and making him feel so damn good and full and aching just right.
"Harder," he whispered, thrusting back insistently, "harder."
And for all he knew, those were his only coherent words for the rest of the night, because just as he was certain it was really a part of some plot to kill him with pleasure, Carles did - he fucked him harder and harder, making him thrust into the mattress, desperately seeking some relief for his aching cock, until Carles finally, finally wrapped his hand around his cock and let Sergio come, moaning, all over it.
Now, if he could only make sure Carles was always the one keeping an eye on him… Sergio was pretty sure that'd make him time in South Africa that much more pleasurable…