Mystery Solved
Mystery Solved
Pairing: Raul Albiol/David Silva
Rating: erm 14A?
Warnings: mentions of man on man action
Disclaimer: not true. not a bit. or a smidgeon. not at all.
A/N: This is for those who were more interested in what the heck Raul was up to in Disapointment
than what Nando and Villa were. (expecially
kat_lys who inadvertantly provided me with someone for Raul to meet up with [that would be Silva, btw], so thanks!)
Raul sighed with relief when the elevator doors shut. He had thought that everyone was in the hotel bar celebrated but Fernando and David must have wanted to celebrate in a different way (much like how Raul himself was planning to celebrate).
The defender glared up at the illuminated numbers indicating the floors he passed and prayed that he wouldn’t stop at the lobby. He didn’t know how he was going to explain his present attire to any of his team mates… he probably should have grabbed a shirt... speaking of which, where was his shirt??
An eternity later the elevator *pinged* to announce the basement pool level. The doors opened to reveal a swimsuit clad David Silva trailing his fingers in the water. At the noise, David looked up and gave the approaching Spaniard one of his crooked half smiles; then the midfielder’s gaze shifted to what was in Raul’s hands.
“What the hell are those?” David asked as Raul tried to slip the pink water wings on to his arms.
“You said you weren’t a very strong swimmer.”
“So!?”
“So, I don’t want you to drown before we’re finished, ergo: the water wings.”
“Why can’t we just have sex on dry land like normal people do!?” David’s pitch was rising a little as he realized that Raul really did intend for him to go into the water.
“David! You promised!” Raul gasped. “Anything I wanted, that’s what you said on the pitch!”
“I didn’t know you wanted to drown me!!” David was backing away from the pool’s edge.
“I won’t let you drown, mi amor! That’s what these are for!” Raul looked so hopeful that David couldn’t say no anymore, he’d just have to cope with the fact he was going to die because of this defender’s weird aquatic fantasy.
“…Do I even want to know where you got these?” David asked sighing.
“Umm, probably not.” Raul replied with a grin, sliding the second one on to the slightly more willing midfielder’s arm.
“What’s that for?” David asked, seeing the whipped cream for the first time.
“This,” Raul said seizing the neglected can, giving it a shake and giving the other Spaniard a slightly predatory smile. “Is to get you in the mood.”
The midfielder was about to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of that statement when Raul sprayed some whipped cream into his mouth and shared it with a surprised David. Raul slowly lowered David onto his back as his tongue shared the sweet topping with every corner of the other man’s mouth and the midfielder tried hard not to think about how dirty the pool deck must be. A cool line of cream was drawn down David’s chest and between his abs, ending just above his swim trunks. Raul’s warm tongue followed with little licks and David trembled a little at the feeling.
One after another lines of whipped topping were applied then meticulously lapped off until David couldn’t form a coherent thought. He felt Raul pulling on his arm to get him to his feet and in a mindless haze of pleasure he stood. The midfielder didn’t realize what was happening until he stepped down and felt nothing but water beneath his foot.
There was a huge splash as David hit the water flailing, almost knocking Raul out with his arm as he struggled even before being submerged. The tiny water wings managed to help him buoy to the surface but David’s wilding wind milling arms didn’t help him stay there. Unfortunately for David, all his thrashing was also taking him farther from the edge where he could have held on and felt relatively safe.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” David spluttered as he bobbed up and down in the water.
When he finally realized he had to stop moving in order for the water wings to help he managed to carefully balance himself with his head above the water.
“What the FUCK was that?!” He near screamed at the sheepish defender. “Are you TRYING to kill me!?”
“I didn’t think you were going to thrash so much…” was all Raul said.
“What the hell did you think was going to happen when you pushed me into the FUCKING POOL?!” David was trying hard not to move too much so as not to upset the delicate buoyancy of his flotation devices.
“I’m sorry, David!” the other Spaniard sounded sincere. “I thought it would be easier for you to just… you know… plunge in.”
“Easier?!” David was shrieking now. “Easier than going down the steps to where I can actually touch the bottom?!”
Raul took a few strokes towards his enraged compatriot.
“NO!” David yelled, wobbling a little as he tried to put a hand up to stop the defender. “I’m already compromising the structural integrity of these water wings; you’ll just make it worse.”
Raul ignored the warning and David almost drowned himself trying to keep him away before the defender’s strong arms were around him and he was floating comfortably, head above water.
“Just trust me.” Was all Raul said, treading water to keep them both afloat.
David fought the rising panic back down his throat as he tried to breathe deeply and trust Raul, but it was hard. He couldn’t explain why but just being in the water set him on edge, he just knew that not being able to touch the bottom put him into full panic mode. Raul grew tired of waiting for him to calm himself down on his own so he tired to help by giving the midfielder, soft, deep kisses while paddling them back towards the side of the pool.
David felt his back hit something solid and immediately grabbed for the edge with both hands, his arm must have struck a rough edge though because there was a loud *pop*.
“Did you just pop my water-wing?!” Raul asked incredulously.
“Looks like.” David shrugged, just relieved to have something solid to hold on to.
Raul sighed, “This really isn’t going to work, is it?”
The defender sounded genuinely upset.
“No… sorry Raul.” David managed to sound more sympathetic than he thought could, considering his elation at the other man’s admission.
“That’s alright I guess… after all, I’ve got handcuffs upstairs.” Raul smirked as David’s shocked face turned into a wild grin.
“Then what the hell are we still doing here?”
The two Spaniards were out of the pool in a flash and raced for the elevators, forgetting their abandoned clothing. David was thrilled that they were getting away from the water; also: handcuffs. Raul was just thrilled that David was thrilled; he didn’t want their celebratory sex to be tainted by David’s discomfort.
So all was right with the world as the elevator doors closed on two equally happy footballers off to play kinky sex games.
Pairing: Raul Albiol/David Silva
Rating: erm 14A?
Warnings: mentions of man on man action
Disclaimer: not true. not a bit. or a smidgeon. not at all.
A/N: This is for those who were more interested in what the heck Raul was up to in Disapointment
than what Nando and Villa were. (expecially
kat_lys who inadvertantly provided me with someone for Raul to meet up with [that would be Silva, btw], so thanks!)
Raul sighed with relief when the elevator doors shut. He had thought that everyone was in the hotel bar celebrated but Fernando and David must have wanted to celebrate in a different way (much like how Raul himself was planning to celebrate).
The defender glared up at the illuminated numbers indicating the floors he passed and prayed that he wouldn’t stop at the lobby. He didn’t know how he was going to explain his present attire to any of his team mates… he probably should have grabbed a shirt... speaking of which, where was his shirt??
An eternity later the elevator *pinged* to announce the basement pool level. The doors opened to reveal a swimsuit clad David Silva trailing his fingers in the water. At the noise, David looked up and gave the approaching Spaniard one of his crooked half smiles; then the midfielder’s gaze shifted to what was in Raul’s hands.
“What the hell are those?” David asked as Raul tried to slip the pink water wings on to his arms.
“You said you weren’t a very strong swimmer.”
“So!?”
“So, I don’t want you to drown before we’re finished, ergo: the water wings.”
“Why can’t we just have sex on dry land like normal people do!?” David’s pitch was rising a little as he realized that Raul really did intend for him to go into the water.
“David! You promised!” Raul gasped. “Anything I wanted, that’s what you said on the pitch!”
“I didn’t know you wanted to drown me!!” David was backing away from the pool’s edge.
“I won’t let you drown, mi amor! That’s what these are for!” Raul looked so hopeful that David couldn’t say no anymore, he’d just have to cope with the fact he was going to die because of this defender’s weird aquatic fantasy.
“…Do I even want to know where you got these?” David asked sighing.
“Umm, probably not.” Raul replied with a grin, sliding the second one on to the slightly more willing midfielder’s arm.
“What’s that for?” David asked, seeing the whipped cream for the first time.
“This,” Raul said seizing the neglected can, giving it a shake and giving the other Spaniard a slightly predatory smile. “Is to get you in the mood.”
The midfielder was about to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of that statement when Raul sprayed some whipped cream into his mouth and shared it with a surprised David. Raul slowly lowered David onto his back as his tongue shared the sweet topping with every corner of the other man’s mouth and the midfielder tried hard not to think about how dirty the pool deck must be. A cool line of cream was drawn down David’s chest and between his abs, ending just above his swim trunks. Raul’s warm tongue followed with little licks and David trembled a little at the feeling.
One after another lines of whipped topping were applied then meticulously lapped off until David couldn’t form a coherent thought. He felt Raul pulling on his arm to get him to his feet and in a mindless haze of pleasure he stood. The midfielder didn’t realize what was happening until he stepped down and felt nothing but water beneath his foot.
There was a huge splash as David hit the water flailing, almost knocking Raul out with his arm as he struggled even before being submerged. The tiny water wings managed to help him buoy to the surface but David’s wilding wind milling arms didn’t help him stay there. Unfortunately for David, all his thrashing was also taking him farther from the edge where he could have held on and felt relatively safe.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” David spluttered as he bobbed up and down in the water.
When he finally realized he had to stop moving in order for the water wings to help he managed to carefully balance himself with his head above the water.
“What the FUCK was that?!” He near screamed at the sheepish defender. “Are you TRYING to kill me!?”
“I didn’t think you were going to thrash so much…” was all Raul said.
“What the hell did you think was going to happen when you pushed me into the FUCKING POOL?!” David was trying hard not to move too much so as not to upset the delicate buoyancy of his flotation devices.
“I’m sorry, David!” the other Spaniard sounded sincere. “I thought it would be easier for you to just… you know… plunge in.”
“Easier?!” David was shrieking now. “Easier than going down the steps to where I can actually touch the bottom?!”
Raul took a few strokes towards his enraged compatriot.
“NO!” David yelled, wobbling a little as he tried to put a hand up to stop the defender. “I’m already compromising the structural integrity of these water wings; you’ll just make it worse.”
Raul ignored the warning and David almost drowned himself trying to keep him away before the defender’s strong arms were around him and he was floating comfortably, head above water.
“Just trust me.” Was all Raul said, treading water to keep them both afloat.
David fought the rising panic back down his throat as he tried to breathe deeply and trust Raul, but it was hard. He couldn’t explain why but just being in the water set him on edge, he just knew that not being able to touch the bottom put him into full panic mode. Raul grew tired of waiting for him to calm himself down on his own so he tired to help by giving the midfielder, soft, deep kisses while paddling them back towards the side of the pool.
David felt his back hit something solid and immediately grabbed for the edge with both hands, his arm must have struck a rough edge though because there was a loud *pop*.
“Did you just pop my water-wing?!” Raul asked incredulously.
“Looks like.” David shrugged, just relieved to have something solid to hold on to.
Raul sighed, “This really isn’t going to work, is it?”
The defender sounded genuinely upset.
“No… sorry Raul.” David managed to sound more sympathetic than he thought could, considering his elation at the other man’s admission.
“That’s alright I guess… after all, I’ve got handcuffs upstairs.” Raul smirked as David’s shocked face turned into a wild grin.
“Then what the hell are we still doing here?”
The two Spaniards were out of the pool in a flash and raced for the elevators, forgetting their abandoned clothing. David was thrilled that they were getting away from the water; also: handcuffs. Raul was just thrilled that David was thrilled; he didn’t want their celebratory sex to be tainted by David’s discomfort.
So all was right with the world as the elevator doors closed on two equally happy footballers off to play kinky sex games.