Collected Comment Porn, Part 2
Pairings: ?/?, Cristiano Ronaldo/?, David Villa/David Silva, Lionel Messi/Bojan Krkić, Bojan Krkić/?, Diego Forlán/ Diego Lugano, Gerard Pique/Cesc Fabregas, Iker Casillas/Pepe Reina/Cesc Fabregas, Inka Grings/Simone Laudehr (yes, I wrote femslash!)
Rating: from PG-13 to NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies, as in a figment of my imagination. I own very little, certainly not people, and certainly not these people, I claim no knowledge.
Feedback: is craved and appreciated.
WARNING: THIS IS FICTION (google it if you don't know what it means). DO NOT READ if you are underage, if you don't like real people slash, if you don’t think of footballers this way, if you don't like explicit homoerotic content. If you are one of the above and still reading - seek professional help.
Notes: various ficlets/drabbles written for prompts at alldayfootiecp and commentporn
anyone/anyone
Prompt: "you want this all the time"
You know you're in trouble when you realise you want this all the time. You thought it was bad when you couldn't get him out of your mind, when you constantly thought of his lips, his arse, the movement of his hips. You thought it got worse when you constantly thought of his reactions to your touch, when you spent all your time apart thinking about the way he looked when you fucked him, the way he sighed when you licked his neck, the way he panted when you kissed his thighs.
But now, when he's sound asleep, his head on your shoulder and his body snuggles closer to yours until you cannot move without disturbing him and cannot feel your arm anymore - but still, you wouldn't dream of moving - now you know you're in trouble. Because you know now you want this all the time.
Cristiano Ronaldo/?
Prompt: "you forgot something"
"You forgot something," a hand reached out and stopped him just as Cristiano was getting off the bed.
Cris sighed. He didn't forget. He ignored.
"You forgot something," more insistently now, "we had an agreement."
They did. But he got what he wanted - an amazing night of exhausting sex - so he didn't really have to keep it.
It was the hardest part for him. Every time, he hoped his lover would forget, would let it slip. But he never did.
He could just walk away. But he knew he wanted to come back, he always wanted to come back. So he had to do it. Biting his lip, he gathered his courage.
And turned back to his lover, leaned to kiss his lips gently, pressed his face into his warm neck and whispered, "I love you."
It really shouldn't be so hard to tell the truth.
Cristiano Ronaldo/?
Prompt: "Is this how you like it?"
"Is this how you like it?" he asked and pushed Cristiano roughly against the wall, "is that how you'll finally be happy?"
"Is this how you like it?" he repeated, meanly, as he pushed Cristiano's jeans down and kicked his legs apart. Someday, one of these days, he'll finally understand what makes Cris tick. Till then, he'll keep trying.
"Is this how you like it?" he asked again as he bit Cristiano's neck.
Suddenly, he was pushed back, and Cris was pressing him against the wall, holding him firmly in place.
"No. This is how I like it," Cris said and leaned to kiss his lips gently.
David Villa/David Silva
Prompt: "for sale"
David wakes up with Villa shouting excitedly into his ear, "SO?! Are you for sale?"
"Isn’t it a little early for your crazy sex games?" David mumbles grumpily and tries to muffle the sounds of Villa's ranting by pulling a pillow over his head.
"For sale, David! It says so in the paper," Villa pulls the pillow away, and shakes Silva excitedly till he's (almost) awake. He shoves the paper into his hands, and Silva stares at it.
"It says Barca will bid for you if Man City will let you go. Do you think they will?" Villa asks impatiently, bouncing a little too much for Silva's liking. He's almost able to focus on the paper, when Villa pulls it away from him.
"I was trying to read it!"
"Forget it. What was that crazy sex game you thought we were playing?"
Bojan Krkić/?
Prompt: "I'm not supposed to feel like this because of you"
I'm not supposed to feel like this because of you. But I do. Especially when you look at me beneath your eyelashes, blushing, pouting, so beautiful and still almost innocent.
I'm not supposed to act like this because of you. But I do. Not because it's right, not because I can justify it; but because you can convince with just one look and just one touch.
I'm not supposed to make such a fool of myself because of you, Bojan. But I do.
I'm not supposed to feel good about it. But when you fall asleep on my shoulder, I do.
Lionel Messi/Bojan Krkić
Prompt: "I even touch myself thinking of you"
I think of you all the time. Your smile, your lips, the way you walk. I even touch myself thinking of you. I bet you'd be shocked, horrified, dismayed if you knew. I bet you'd think it's sick, disturbed. I'd bet it'd make you stop touching me as freely as you do now. I'd bet it'd make you stop looking at me at all.
But I can't stop. At night, with no light to guide me, I just can't stop myself from touching - myself, because if I can't touch you, it'll have to do - when I think of you.
I'm blushing when I think what you'd say if you knew I touched myself thinking about your arse, right there, on the couch where you sit right now. I'm blushing, and I'm turned on. I need an excuse to get you out of here, so I can touch myself again, thinking about you. I get up, trying to think of a way of hinting it's time for you to leave. You seem to understand, because you also get up - but instead of walking to the door, you walk towards me. You finally stop right in front of me, looking at me beneath these eyelashes I also think of when I touch myself, your hand moving towards me, until it stops near my cheek, almost touching, but not quite.
You need to step back. You need to step back, Bojan, before you find out exactly what I'm thinking about when I touch myself.
"Leo," he finally says, and his hand is really touching now, "Leo, please, please, can we?"
Sometime later, he whispers to you, obviously hesitant even as his naked body presses against yours, "I've wanted you so much, Leo. I had to do something. I even touched myself thinking of you."
Diego Forlán/ Diego Lugano
Prompt: "Is that what turns you on?"
Lugano's been playing with his hair for the last ten minutes. Not that he minded, not at all, but they had so little time together, and honestly, at this point - not to sound unromantic - he'd really appreciate a good, hard fuck.
When he pushes back against Lugano to remind him he has other body parts that may use the attention, he realises Lugano's already hard, and the slight contact makes them both moan. But Lugano's moan… It's something else, it's like he's been having sex for an hour, like he was this close to coming.
"Is that what turns you on?" Diego asks with a sudden realisation, "The hair?" He turns back to see Lugano blushing furiously.
"Just touching it?" Diego tries to understand, suddenly turned on by the idea of Lugano getting off just by touching his hair, "or would you like me to run my head all over your body so that you can feel my hair all over you?" he asks, and to his amazement, Lugano lets out such a needy cry and looks at him with such a lust in his eyes, he almost comes himself.
"Diego?" Forlán whispers, "would you like me to stroke your cock with my hair? Would you like to come into it?"
But he'll have to find out some other time, because Lugano's already coming against his thigh.
Gerard Pique/Cesc Fabregas
Prompt: "I've got no imagination"
"He dumped me," Cesc announced morosely.
"What?! Why?"
"Apparently, I've got no imagination."
Gerard looked puzzled, and Cesc reluctantly explained, "he said I've got no imagination, you know, when it comes to…" he blushed.
"When it comes to sex?"
Cesc nodded. Gerard frowned. Somehow, he found it hard to believe Cesc would lack imagination in that particular department.
"So the sex wasn't good?"
"It was fine," Cesc shrugged.
"Just fine?"
"Maybe I do lack imagination…"
"I'm sure you're wrong. I'm sure he's wrong! Look, let's say we were having sex, what would you do?"
Cesc blushed furiously. Then he looked at Gerard, and thought of telling him all the things he thought of doing to him… What the hell.
"I'd… kiss you, and then…" he looked at Gerard, uncertain, but Gerard looked at him with such fascination and…maybe a hint of lust, he felt compelled to continue, just to see how he'd react.
"I'd sit on your lap, and kiss you, and kiss your neck, and take off your shirt… And kiss and lick all of you. I'd bite your nipples, and open your jeans…And I'd touch your cock, and then I'll wait till you beg me to suck you…" Cesc's voice trailed off. He realised he was painfully hard, and that Gerard didn't say a word the whole time. Has he really lost his mind and gone too far? He looked up, and Gerard's expression… well, it told him all he needed to know. He climbed on Gerard's lap, and leaned to whisper on his ear, "and I will suck it, but I won't let you come."
He could hear Gerard's breath hitch.
"I won't let you come, because I want you to fuck me. I'd drop on all fours for you, and…" But he never got to finish the sentence.
"You know…" Gerard said hoarsely, reaching to touch Cesc's heated cheek, "Maybe it'd be better if you just show me."
Two hours later, Gerard knew his initial hunch was right.
"I can assure you, you don't lack imagination," he said and kissed Cesc's temple. Cesc sighed happily, cuddled closer, and thought, you inspire me.
Iker Casillas/Pepe Reina/Cesc Fabregas
Prompt: "inflatable"
"What the hell is that?!" Cesc asked incredulously.
"It's an inflatable mattress," Iker answered calmly.
"And you expect me to SLEEP on it?!"
"Well, you asked to stay here while you're in Madrid, so, yes."
"Come on - I know you have a bed in your guestroom."
"Not anymore. It broke."
"Beds don't break."
"Sometimes they do."
"Well, we can share your bed, then."
"Absolutely NOT."
"Why not? No funny business, I promise," but Cesc wiggled his brows suggestively.
Iker glared. Cesc pouted, but even he could see Iker was not about to give in.
"Honestly, this is the stupidest thing ever," he complained as he tried the mattress.
"I've heard there are very nice hotels in Madrid."
"Fine, fine, I'll just go to sleep and see if I wake up tomorrow in one piece."
But it's not really fine, because he wakes up in the middle of the night and his back hurts. Hurts enough to make it worth Iker's wrath, he decides, as he tiptoes to the main bedroom.
He's quite ready to climb into Iker's bed quietly and sleep until Iker wakes up and kills him. Somehow, it never occurs to him Iker might still be awake.
Or not alone.
But when he opens the bedroom door, Iker's wide awake - wide awake and spread wide on his bed, panting and writhing, and not alone - because Pepe's on top of him, fucking him and whispering dirty things on his ear. Fortunately, Iker's eyes are closed in ecstasy, and he doesn't see Cesc. Less fortunately, Pepe chooses that moment to turn around.
"Iker? Why is Cesc here?"
It takes Iker a while to register what he's being told, but then his eyes fly open, and he stares, shocked, at Cesc. He opens his mouth - to scream bloody murder at him, Cesc's convinced - but Pepe stops him, whispers something in his ear, and they exchange smiles that make Cesc even more nervous. If only he could make his legs move…
"Iker made you sleep on the inflatable?" Pepe asks, conversationally, as if he wasn't still deep in Iker, and moving ever so slightly. Cesc nods.
"He tried to make me sleep on it once," Pepe says, "as a punishment for breaking his guest bed, I guess. Though it was as much his fault as mine, of course."
Cesc is too dumbstruck to formulate a coherent response. This is getting too surreal, too insanely surreal, and on top of it all, he's painfully hard. While Pepe's talking, Iker is sucking his fingers, and Cesc can't take his eyes off of them.
"What did you do?" he asks eventually.
"Invited myself to his bed, of course," Pepe looks at Cesc suggestively. Cesc doesn't have to be asked twice.
Inka Grings/Simone Laudehr
Prompt: Inka Grings/Simone Laudehr
Simone used to think that the sight of Inka's graceful body in the showers, under the running water, was the most erotic thing she's ever seen. Erotic enough to keep her awake at night and erotic enough to help her fall asleep when she gave in and allowed herself to think of Inka as she touched herself.
That was then. Now, with Inka between her legs, fucking her with her fingers and licking her clit so slowly and teasingly Simone's sure it's absolutely impossible to take it any longer, now she thinks the most erotic thing she's ever seen is Inka naked body between her legs.
This is now. In ten minutes, when Inka will finally succumb to her strangled cries and pleas for more and harder, Simone will think the most erotic sight she's ever seen is Inka, still between her legs, licking her fingers and moaning as she tasted Simone.