Experimentation 1/?
Experimentation 1/?
Spanish Prelude
Pairings: erm. explicit mentions of Iker Casillas/David Beckham but vague mentions of others
Rating: 14A
Warnings: mentions of handcuffs?
Summary: Nando, Cesc, Xabi, Sergio and Iker meet up during La Seleccion to trade tips
A/N: so yea, though this one is REALLY short, somehow this has mutated into a pr0n series... this is only the beginning, there'll be actual pr0n later and this is set during, I dunno, now when there are a lot of international friendlies going on
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“Handcuffs.” Sergio stated simply.
“Handcuffs?” Cesc echoed, wrinkling his nose.
“Oh dios mio, yes!” The defender groaned.
They were all sitting in Iker and Cesc’s room doing what they usually did when La Seleccion met up: trading sex tips. Sergio was sitting cross legged on Cesc’s bed with Nando on his stomach beside him. Cesc was sitting backwards on a chair, eagerly listening while a reluctant Xabi was on the floor, leaning against the couch where Iker was trying to watch some TV and ignore them.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life!”
“Handcuffs.” Nando said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you gonna try it? You can borrow mine if you want; I know how squeamish you get about buying these things.” Sergio chuckled.
“Shut up!” Nando said indignantly.
“Can you guys not do this somewhere else!?” Iker snapped, having had enough.
“Aw, Iker you know we always do it in Cesc’s room, it’s just your bad luck that you’re rooming with him.” Nando said sympathetically.
“Besides,” Sergio cut in. “You’re getting valuable tips and I know a certain Englishman is visiting soon.”
The keeper just scowled and turned back to the TV, muttering, “Shut up, Ramos.”
Spanish Prelude
Pairings: erm. explicit mentions of Iker Casillas/David Beckham but vague mentions of others
Rating: 14A
Warnings: mentions of handcuffs?
Summary: Nando, Cesc, Xabi, Sergio and Iker meet up during La Seleccion to trade tips
A/N: so yea, though this one is REALLY short, somehow this has mutated into a pr0n series... this is only the beginning, there'll be actual pr0n later and this is set during, I dunno, now when there are a lot of international friendlies going on
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
“Handcuffs.” Sergio stated simply.
“Handcuffs?” Cesc echoed, wrinkling his nose.
“Oh dios mio, yes!” The defender groaned.
They were all sitting in Iker and Cesc’s room doing what they usually did when La Seleccion met up: trading sex tips. Sergio was sitting cross legged on Cesc’s bed with Nando on his stomach beside him. Cesc was sitting backwards on a chair, eagerly listening while a reluctant Xabi was on the floor, leaning against the couch where Iker was trying to watch some TV and ignore them.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life!”
“Handcuffs.” Nando said thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you gonna try it? You can borrow mine if you want; I know how squeamish you get about buying these things.” Sergio chuckled.
“Shut up!” Nando said indignantly.
“Can you guys not do this somewhere else!?” Iker snapped, having had enough.
“Aw, Iker you know we always do it in Cesc’s room, it’s just your bad luck that you’re rooming with him.” Nando said sympathetically.
“Besides,” Sergio cut in. “You’re getting valuable tips and I know a certain Englishman is visiting soon.”
The keeper just scowled and turned back to the TV, muttering, “Shut up, Ramos.”