Ficlet: Miguel Torres/Sergio Ramos, R
Title: Hard Planes and Pliant Body
Pairing: Miguel Torres/Sergio Ramos
Rating: R
Warnings: no
Word Count: 597
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: Hard planes and pliant body, that's what Miguel remembers from that one night.
Notes: For july_v, to cheer you up! Your pairing and there are socks!
Hard planes and pliant body, naked and flushed; that's what he remembers of their night together. Hard, sculpted planes and hands, callused but gentle. And the way Sergio touched him - carefully but insistently, precisely but impatiently.
But that's all he remembers. Not how they got there, not how Sergio slipped out of his room while he was still sleeping. Just the feeling of Sergio's body under his own, hard and pliant at the same time, his thighs spread wide, warm and inviting and so irresistible he can barely breathe when he remembers how it made him feel to push himself into him, to hear him moan and see his eyes flutter shut. Such a pliant body beneath the hard veneer of perfect muscles.
He somehow feels it's important to remember how did they get there, because if he could, if he could just remember that, maybe he'll be able to make it happen again, instead of watching Sergio looking at him with a steadily neutral expression, as if nothing happened at all.
How did it happen?... he thinks again, for the hundredth time, tugging at his clothes impatiently, eager to leave the suffocating locker room before Sergio returned and they would be here together, alone, pretending. Though maybe Sergio wasn't pretending. Maybe to him, it really meant nothing at all.
Miguel is still naked, rummaging through his clothes, when Sergio enters. It's not accidental; of course not, he's been flaunting himself at the other man's face purposefully, willing him to break, to say something - anything - about that night, that night that he couldn't stop thinking about, that night when he got to feel Sergio's body moving beneath him, opening to him, making him feel like he couldn't get enough of that hard, perfect body yielding to him so eagerly.
But he pretends not to notice, willfully ignores Sergio's presence and starts to pull on his socks slowly, staring at the floor, waiting for Sergio to move past him so that he can dress up quickly and leave while Sergio is still in the shower. But Sergio doesn't move. Miguel can feel his eyes on him, lingering in a way Sergio didn't allow himself since that night, while he pulls his other sock on slowly. There's something about this that makes his memory tingle, something significant he can't remember, something…
Sergio's strangled whimper makes him look up, surprised, and suddenly - suddenly, looking at Sergio's flushed face and watching him clutching his thighs in an effort to still his hands - he remembers. This is how it happened, with him pulling his socks on slowly, teasing Sergio like he always did, barely expecting any result at all, when Sergio moaned and reached for him and they were kissing and touching and that was the night he finally got to feel Sergio's body moving eagerly beneath him.
But Sergio doesn't move this time - he's biting his lower lip and looks at Miguel, scared and apparently unable to move. Miguel's heart beats faster, so fast that it's loud in his ears and he's not sure he can do more than stare at Sergio, beautiful and flushed and frozen, but it's his turn, his turn to move and reach out to touch Sergio's hot cheek, to caress him gently and feel Sergio's relief when he leans in to kiss him. It's his turn to make sure that this night is just as perfect and memorable and no one leaves in the middle of the night and there's no more confusion and fear and no more need for silly seductions with football socks.