Ficlet: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka, R

Apr 10, 2012 16:51


Title: Up to No Good
Pairing: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka
Rating: R
Warnings: no
Word Count: 330
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: José gave Aitor his word to be good. So what?
Notes: Written for the prompt "they will hear you” during commentporn weekend.

“Stop, they will hear you!” Aitor hissed frantically and tried to push José off of him.

“Me?” José reluctantly stopped kissing Aitor’s neck, but his hand was still on Aitor’s cock, teasing it, “you’re the one who’s making all these noises… all that moaning, Aitor. You should really stop. They will hear us.”

He didn’t sound too disturbed by that notion.

“Damn it, José,” Aitor gave up trying to make José stop and sighed as José’s lips returned to his neck, “we agreed…,” he shuddered, “we agreed we won’t do it in these hotels… the walls are paper thin!”

“We agreed?” José whispered, “I don’t remember anything like that…”
“We agreed,” Aitor insisted.

“Not to do it?” José teased, his hand moving faster on Aitor’s cock.

Aitor bit his lip and hoped that the desperate sound he’d just made wasn’t quite as loud as it sounded to him.

“What’s it, then?” José asked, “did we agree I won’t fuck you? Or that I won’t let you fuck me? What did we agree on? I really can’t remember right now…”

“We agreed you won’t touch me,” Aitor mumbled. Fuck, it was so hard to think when José was touching him like that, making him want to forget all about their perfectly reasonable agreement and just let him do whatever he had in mind. It felt so good just to let go and let José have his way…

“Did we?” José sounded surprised, “I must have been drunk. Or touching you,” he kissed Aitor’s neck again and then bit it, making Aitor cry out, “I couldn’t have possibly agreed to it otherwise…”

“Just… Try not to be so loud,” Aitor tried to shift closer. José was too damn good at teasing him without really giving him everything he wanted.

“I won’t make a sound,” José promised, straddling Aitor.

He didn’t say anything about not trying his hardest to make Aitor desperate enough to be as loud as he could without even noticing…

football slash fic, José Mourinho, aitor karanka, real people slash

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