Euro2008 Drabble (Villa/Torres)
Pairing: David Villa/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not true, simple as that.
Based off of this picture:
(Nando on Villa underneath Ramos and Xavi)
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“Buenas noches, good night, good night!”
David Villa shut the door on a smiling, and very drunk, Cesc Fàbregas and turned to his grinning striking partner and room mate.
“Don’t do that again,” he said simply.
“Do what?” Fernando Torres’s face fell.
“Climb on top of me in the middle of the field! Christ, ‘Nando, what did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know, what was wrong with it? I was happy for you!” Torres was confused about what he had supposedly done wrong.
Villa, now sitting on the edge of his bed, put his head in his hands.
“Fernando, this is embarrassing.”
“What the hell are you on about, Villa?!” turning from apologetic and confused to angry and confused.
“I… I almost… well, you know…”
“No, I do not know, you are such a hypocrite! I mean you run all the way over and grab me off the bench and-“ Torres cut himself off. “Wait… you mean…” He lifted an eyebrow and a small smirk started to form.
Villa looked up from his hands, then quickly away from Fernando’s smug expression. To his surprise Torres started to laugh. Hard.
“You mean you couldn’t stop yourself from-“
“Hey! It’s not like I pitched a tent on the field, it was just a struggle for a moment or two” David did his best to sound dignified.
Fernando howled with laughter.
“God Nando, I don’t think it’s that surprising, I mean if you had your tight body rubbing against some vital parts in a very euphoric time, you might have some issues of your own!” He said huffily, crossing his arms and glaring.
“I thought you liked my tight body,” he advanced on the bed, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Rubbing against… vital parts.”
Villa looked up at Torres where he stood in between his legs. He opened his mouth, then seemed to think better of it and pulled Fernando down to the bed instead. Hands and mouths and legs and arms stroked and kissed and tangled together. And Villa decided that he didn’t mind Fernando’s celebratory antics. Not at all.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: not true, simple as that.
Based off of this picture:
(Nando on Villa underneath Ramos and Xavi)
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“Buenas noches, good night, good night!”
David Villa shut the door on a smiling, and very drunk, Cesc Fàbregas and turned to his grinning striking partner and room mate.
“Don’t do that again,” he said simply.
“Do what?” Fernando Torres’s face fell.
“Climb on top of me in the middle of the field! Christ, ‘Nando, what did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know, what was wrong with it? I was happy for you!” Torres was confused about what he had supposedly done wrong.
Villa, now sitting on the edge of his bed, put his head in his hands.
“Fernando, this is embarrassing.”
“What the hell are you on about, Villa?!” turning from apologetic and confused to angry and confused.
“I… I almost… well, you know…”
“No, I do not know, you are such a hypocrite! I mean you run all the way over and grab me off the bench and-“ Torres cut himself off. “Wait… you mean…” He lifted an eyebrow and a small smirk started to form.
Villa looked up from his hands, then quickly away from Fernando’s smug expression. To his surprise Torres started to laugh. Hard.
“You mean you couldn’t stop yourself from-“
“Hey! It’s not like I pitched a tent on the field, it was just a struggle for a moment or two” David did his best to sound dignified.
Fernando howled with laughter.
“God Nando, I don’t think it’s that surprising, I mean if you had your tight body rubbing against some vital parts in a very euphoric time, you might have some issues of your own!” He said huffily, crossing his arms and glaring.
“I thought you liked my tight body,” he advanced on the bed, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Rubbing against… vital parts.”
Villa looked up at Torres where he stood in between his legs. He opened his mouth, then seemed to think better of it and pulled Fernando down to the bed instead. Hands and mouths and legs and arms stroked and kissed and tangled together. And Villa decided that he didn’t mind Fernando’s celebratory antics. Not at all.