fic: the boys of melrose - part 15
Title: the Boys of Melrose
Part: 15
Rating: 14A
Words: 1,919
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: football as punishment. A match made in heaven? No but a match it is.
AN: This part ended up being longer than I expected so expect part 16 in a day or so.
Fernando was dreaming of Ibiza and Steven when a shrill beeping pulled him out of his beach side fantasy. He flung his arm out to silence the alarm but instead of hitting the hard plastic he felt heated flesh. The owner of the flesh let out a grumble and in the second it took for the previous night to resurface in his tired brain Fernando’s pulse skyrocketed. Calming down he pushed himself up so he could reach over Steven to turn off the alarm. He let himself fall back to the mattress with a half-hearted groan. Fernando did not like mornings one bit and mornings with alarm clocks were that much worse.
Beside him Steven grumbled something unintelligible that sounded vaguely like ‘five more minutes’ before reaching out and blindly grabbing for Fernando. He let himself be pulled closer to the Scouser, burying his face in the crook of his neck. As strong arms encircled him tightly Fernando decided mornings weren’t so bad after all if they featured Steven Gerrard in his bed.
Fernando rushed into his history class just as the final bell cut off. It turned out that having Steven over hadn’t exactly sped up his morning rituals. Of course Steven was probably on time and he would have been too if he hadn’t stopped for a smoke in the parking lot and ended up having to run the length of the school.
“Cutting it a little close aren’t we, Mr Torres?” the professor asked with slight disdain.
“I was just so excited for your class sir that I had to calm myself down first.” Fernando responded with a sultry wink and a smirk.
The professor spluttered as his face turned red and Fernando just sauntered to the back of the class. He was slightly surprised to see Pepe Reina, the bald goalkeeper, sitting next to Fernando’s usual spot but shrugged it off and slumped into his chair. As soon as the professor started to talk Fernando dug out his phone and discreetly opened it under his desk. He typed out a quick message and sent it to Stevie.
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
Nearly split a lung runnin to class
A few minutes later his cell flashed indicating an incoming message and he opened it with a grin.
To: Fernando
From: Steven
I told ye the cigarettes are bad mate.
Fernando was about to punch in a reply when Pepe kicked him lightly and he looked up. Just as he did the professor descended upon them.
“Perhaps you could repeat what I just said, Mr Torres.”
Fernando had no clue what they had been discussing, not even a ballpark idea to bluff. He tried to make himself look as meek as possible, opening his eyes wide and looking up at the professor bashfully. He bit his lower lip and blinked slowly before releasing his lip with a hint of a quiver.
“Err... try to pay attention.” The professor said awkwardly before walking away.
Pepe laughed into his hands and just shook his head while Fernando offered a triumphant smirk.
“Those innocent looks are gonna stop working one day, Niño.” Pepe said in a whisper.
“Then I’ll just have to try something less innocent.” Was his licentious reply.
Pepe groaned and went back to taking the occasional note. Fernando went back to his phone.
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
maybe if you weren’t so tempting we would get to school on time
To: Fernando
From: Steven
are ye choosing cigs over me?
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
never
Steven read the one word reply and felt his mouth twitch into the signs of a grin. Beside him Carra nudged him and he looked up to see his professor heading his way. He quickly stashed his phone and went back to working on the handout they had. The professor seemed satisfied that the boys in the back corner were doing their work and continue on his tour of the room. When he stopped to help some student with a particularly troublesome question Steven dug his phone back out.
To: Fernando
From: Steven
can’t text, prof. Join me for lunch?
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
i suppose i could eat inside.
Steven rolled his eyes and put the phone away once more. He must’ve been smiling pretty big because Carra shot him a weird look and he could tell the defender was about to pry. Steven and Fernando hadn’t discussed the whole disclosure thing and he didn’t want to tell Carra until he knew Fernando wouldn’t mind. He quickly asked his mate a tactical question about Newcastle’s - the team they were playing that afternoon - defence. The distraction worked and he got so into it that the professor had to ask them to leave football talk to outside of his class.
The rest of his morning went by rather slowly with nothing to entertain him but the occasional text from Fernando. The texts ranged from simple complaints about a professor or classmate to suggestions on how to spend the lunch hour to questions about the upcoming match. Sometimes he answered them other times he wasn’t able to due to a professor’s close attention. Either way it was sweet relief when the bell signalling the beginning of lunch rang and he could put classes and lectures out of his mind once more. Steven stashed his books in his locker and followed Jamie to the cafeteria to pick up something to eat. He normally brought his own lunches but having stayed at Fernando’s that hadn’t happened.
“Torres, a poutine fer lunch on match day is not acceptable.” Jamie’s shout caught Steven’s attention.
Steven quickly scanned the cafeteria and saw Fernando in line to get a poutine as Jamie had said. The Scouser shook his head at his boyfriend and Fernando slinked out of the line and over to the deli bar. Jamie let out a bark of laughter as he made his own lunch selection and Steven walked over to Fernando.
“If ye really want poutine we can get some after the match.” Stevie said softly.
“We’ve got dinner with your mum.” Fernando reminded him.
Steven groaned as he remembered the promised dinner which was bound to be awkward and highly embarrassing for him. His mum wasn’t known for being discreet or for keeping embarrassing childhood stories about Steven to herself in front of his friends. Him and his dad would constantly tell her that she didn’t need to tell such stories but she was her own woman and sure enough the stories would continue to surface.
“Your mum’s not going to try and kill us Stevie; you don’t need to look so worried.” Fernando laughed.
Steven just groaned once more and the three of them paid for their lunch and headed to the table the football lads normally sat at. Daniel Agger and Martin Skrtel were already there and arguing over something on the Dane’s iPod, beside them Pepe was snatching chips from Dirk Kuyt’s tray claiming it was for his own good. Stevie took in his group of friends and chuckled at the predictability of them all and got a sudden thrill at the idea that he was altering that very predictability. Fernando slid into a chair across from Pepe and immediately noticed the chips, a pout forming on pink lips.
“No fair, why does Kuyt get chips?”
Steven was about to reprimand the Dutchman for the fatty treat - it was his captainly duty after all - when Lucas jumped in.
“Dirky’s mum gave them to him as a special treat besides he didn’t miss practice.”
The young Brazilian often stuck his foot in his mouth so to speak and Steven was on edge wondering how Fernando would react to the comment. Everything with Mari and his mum was pretty fresh still and he wasn’t sure how the comment would be taken. He needn’t of worried however because Fernando was quick and flippant with his answer.
“Sorry Lucas, I was too busy giving your mum her treat.”
And while the other boys hooted and gasped Fernando reached across and snatched a chip popping it into his mouth with a smirk. Lucas was sputtering in an attempt to come up with a retort but eventually just sat down defeated. Kuyt smiled at him sympathetically before returning to his lunch.
Steven had taken the seat beside Fernando and found that watching Fernando eat was highly arousing for some reason. He knew how seductive Fernando could be when he was trying but there was something innocently seductive in the way his lips wrapped around the sandwich and the pulse of muscles along a freckled jaw as he chewed and swallowed, a pink tongue coming out to lick at a drop of mustard in the corner of his mouth. He tried to concentrate on his own food and the conversation floating around him but it wasn’t an easy task. By the time Fernando had finished Steven was half-hard from the imagery and his own imagination. The Spaniard seemed to sense his desire because no sooner had Steven swallowed his last bite than he was standing up and grabbing his jacket.
“I need a smoke.” He announced.
Steven was debating whether he should leave with the boy or make an excuse to leave a few minutes later when suddenly he was looking into cinnamon-chocolate eyes that sparkled with mischief. Fernando raised an eyebrow slightly and Steven understood it as a question as to whether he could continue with his planned action. The Scouser wasn’t sure what Fernando had in mind but he knew that whatever it was would out them and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
Fernando leaned down and captured his mouth easily, lips sliding together languidly. When he pulled back he smiled serenely and ran his tongue over his lips with a contented sigh before slipping his jacket over his thin shoulders.
“Keep me company?”
Steven could only nod and follow the boy out with a dopey grin leaving behind a table full of astonished footballers.
Fernando led Steven towards Roxie, smiling when the older boy slipped their hands together easily. He had wanted to kiss Steven all morning and that little taste just wasn’t going to be enough. He craved Steven more than the nicotine and didn’t even bother reaching for the pack that was in his pocket.
“Subtle as always, Nando.” Steven chuckled.
“I can’t help it if you’re just so damn kissable. Besides, Agger kept eyeing you and I wanted him to know you’re mine.”
Steven laughed and he pouted again but there was still a twinkle in his eye because he knew Steven was his just as surely as he was Steven’s and no wandering eye was going to change that. In reality he had just wanted to kiss Steven and he usually went with his impulses - sometimes that led him to quite a bit of trouble but this time it had worked out.
“Dan wasn’t eyeing me up. The lad’s got a boyfriend.”
“Ooh really? Who?” Fernando asked eagerly, always interested in some good gossip.
“A Steve Finnan, he used to go here, was on the team but his family moved and he transferred a year back.”
“He likes older boys, si. Well you’re my older boy, not his and he best not forget that.”
Steven let out a half chuckle before yanking him forward, their chests crushing together as their mouths did the same. The kiss was hard and predatory and let Fernando know without a doubt that he was all Steven wanted.
Part: 15
Rating: 14A
Words: 1,919
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: football as punishment. A match made in heaven? No but a match it is.
AN: This part ended up being longer than I expected so expect part 16 in a day or so.
Fernando was dreaming of Ibiza and Steven when a shrill beeping pulled him out of his beach side fantasy. He flung his arm out to silence the alarm but instead of hitting the hard plastic he felt heated flesh. The owner of the flesh let out a grumble and in the second it took for the previous night to resurface in his tired brain Fernando’s pulse skyrocketed. Calming down he pushed himself up so he could reach over Steven to turn off the alarm. He let himself fall back to the mattress with a half-hearted groan. Fernando did not like mornings one bit and mornings with alarm clocks were that much worse.
Beside him Steven grumbled something unintelligible that sounded vaguely like ‘five more minutes’ before reaching out and blindly grabbing for Fernando. He let himself be pulled closer to the Scouser, burying his face in the crook of his neck. As strong arms encircled him tightly Fernando decided mornings weren’t so bad after all if they featured Steven Gerrard in his bed.
Fernando rushed into his history class just as the final bell cut off. It turned out that having Steven over hadn’t exactly sped up his morning rituals. Of course Steven was probably on time and he would have been too if he hadn’t stopped for a smoke in the parking lot and ended up having to run the length of the school.
“Cutting it a little close aren’t we, Mr Torres?” the professor asked with slight disdain.
“I was just so excited for your class sir that I had to calm myself down first.” Fernando responded with a sultry wink and a smirk.
The professor spluttered as his face turned red and Fernando just sauntered to the back of the class. He was slightly surprised to see Pepe Reina, the bald goalkeeper, sitting next to Fernando’s usual spot but shrugged it off and slumped into his chair. As soon as the professor started to talk Fernando dug out his phone and discreetly opened it under his desk. He typed out a quick message and sent it to Stevie.
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
Nearly split a lung runnin to class
A few minutes later his cell flashed indicating an incoming message and he opened it with a grin.
To: Fernando
From: Steven
I told ye the cigarettes are bad mate.
Fernando was about to punch in a reply when Pepe kicked him lightly and he looked up. Just as he did the professor descended upon them.
“Perhaps you could repeat what I just said, Mr Torres.”
Fernando had no clue what they had been discussing, not even a ballpark idea to bluff. He tried to make himself look as meek as possible, opening his eyes wide and looking up at the professor bashfully. He bit his lower lip and blinked slowly before releasing his lip with a hint of a quiver.
“Err... try to pay attention.” The professor said awkwardly before walking away.
Pepe laughed into his hands and just shook his head while Fernando offered a triumphant smirk.
“Those innocent looks are gonna stop working one day, Niño.” Pepe said in a whisper.
“Then I’ll just have to try something less innocent.” Was his licentious reply.
Pepe groaned and went back to taking the occasional note. Fernando went back to his phone.
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
maybe if you weren’t so tempting we would get to school on time
To: Fernando
From: Steven
are ye choosing cigs over me?
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
never
Steven read the one word reply and felt his mouth twitch into the signs of a grin. Beside him Carra nudged him and he looked up to see his professor heading his way. He quickly stashed his phone and went back to working on the handout they had. The professor seemed satisfied that the boys in the back corner were doing their work and continue on his tour of the room. When he stopped to help some student with a particularly troublesome question Steven dug his phone back out.
To: Fernando
From: Steven
can’t text, prof. Join me for lunch?
To: Stevie
From: Fernando
i suppose i could eat inside.
Steven rolled his eyes and put the phone away once more. He must’ve been smiling pretty big because Carra shot him a weird look and he could tell the defender was about to pry. Steven and Fernando hadn’t discussed the whole disclosure thing and he didn’t want to tell Carra until he knew Fernando wouldn’t mind. He quickly asked his mate a tactical question about Newcastle’s - the team they were playing that afternoon - defence. The distraction worked and he got so into it that the professor had to ask them to leave football talk to outside of his class.
The rest of his morning went by rather slowly with nothing to entertain him but the occasional text from Fernando. The texts ranged from simple complaints about a professor or classmate to suggestions on how to spend the lunch hour to questions about the upcoming match. Sometimes he answered them other times he wasn’t able to due to a professor’s close attention. Either way it was sweet relief when the bell signalling the beginning of lunch rang and he could put classes and lectures out of his mind once more. Steven stashed his books in his locker and followed Jamie to the cafeteria to pick up something to eat. He normally brought his own lunches but having stayed at Fernando’s that hadn’t happened.
“Torres, a poutine fer lunch on match day is not acceptable.” Jamie’s shout caught Steven’s attention.
Steven quickly scanned the cafeteria and saw Fernando in line to get a poutine as Jamie had said. The Scouser shook his head at his boyfriend and Fernando slinked out of the line and over to the deli bar. Jamie let out a bark of laughter as he made his own lunch selection and Steven walked over to Fernando.
“If ye really want poutine we can get some after the match.” Stevie said softly.
“We’ve got dinner with your mum.” Fernando reminded him.
Steven groaned as he remembered the promised dinner which was bound to be awkward and highly embarrassing for him. His mum wasn’t known for being discreet or for keeping embarrassing childhood stories about Steven to herself in front of his friends. Him and his dad would constantly tell her that she didn’t need to tell such stories but she was her own woman and sure enough the stories would continue to surface.
“Your mum’s not going to try and kill us Stevie; you don’t need to look so worried.” Fernando laughed.
Steven just groaned once more and the three of them paid for their lunch and headed to the table the football lads normally sat at. Daniel Agger and Martin Skrtel were already there and arguing over something on the Dane’s iPod, beside them Pepe was snatching chips from Dirk Kuyt’s tray claiming it was for his own good. Stevie took in his group of friends and chuckled at the predictability of them all and got a sudden thrill at the idea that he was altering that very predictability. Fernando slid into a chair across from Pepe and immediately noticed the chips, a pout forming on pink lips.
“No fair, why does Kuyt get chips?”
Steven was about to reprimand the Dutchman for the fatty treat - it was his captainly duty after all - when Lucas jumped in.
“Dirky’s mum gave them to him as a special treat besides he didn’t miss practice.”
The young Brazilian often stuck his foot in his mouth so to speak and Steven was on edge wondering how Fernando would react to the comment. Everything with Mari and his mum was pretty fresh still and he wasn’t sure how the comment would be taken. He needn’t of worried however because Fernando was quick and flippant with his answer.
“Sorry Lucas, I was too busy giving your mum her treat.”
And while the other boys hooted and gasped Fernando reached across and snatched a chip popping it into his mouth with a smirk. Lucas was sputtering in an attempt to come up with a retort but eventually just sat down defeated. Kuyt smiled at him sympathetically before returning to his lunch.
Steven had taken the seat beside Fernando and found that watching Fernando eat was highly arousing for some reason. He knew how seductive Fernando could be when he was trying but there was something innocently seductive in the way his lips wrapped around the sandwich and the pulse of muscles along a freckled jaw as he chewed and swallowed, a pink tongue coming out to lick at a drop of mustard in the corner of his mouth. He tried to concentrate on his own food and the conversation floating around him but it wasn’t an easy task. By the time Fernando had finished Steven was half-hard from the imagery and his own imagination. The Spaniard seemed to sense his desire because no sooner had Steven swallowed his last bite than he was standing up and grabbing his jacket.
“I need a smoke.” He announced.
Steven was debating whether he should leave with the boy or make an excuse to leave a few minutes later when suddenly he was looking into cinnamon-chocolate eyes that sparkled with mischief. Fernando raised an eyebrow slightly and Steven understood it as a question as to whether he could continue with his planned action. The Scouser wasn’t sure what Fernando had in mind but he knew that whatever it was would out them and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
Fernando leaned down and captured his mouth easily, lips sliding together languidly. When he pulled back he smiled serenely and ran his tongue over his lips with a contented sigh before slipping his jacket over his thin shoulders.
“Keep me company?”
Steven could only nod and follow the boy out with a dopey grin leaving behind a table full of astonished footballers.
Fernando led Steven towards Roxie, smiling when the older boy slipped their hands together easily. He had wanted to kiss Steven all morning and that little taste just wasn’t going to be enough. He craved Steven more than the nicotine and didn’t even bother reaching for the pack that was in his pocket.
“Subtle as always, Nando.” Steven chuckled.
“I can’t help it if you’re just so damn kissable. Besides, Agger kept eyeing you and I wanted him to know you’re mine.”
Steven laughed and he pouted again but there was still a twinkle in his eye because he knew Steven was his just as surely as he was Steven’s and no wandering eye was going to change that. In reality he had just wanted to kiss Steven and he usually went with his impulses - sometimes that led him to quite a bit of trouble but this time it had worked out.
“Dan wasn’t eyeing me up. The lad’s got a boyfriend.”
“Ooh really? Who?” Fernando asked eagerly, always interested in some good gossip.
“A Steve Finnan, he used to go here, was on the team but his family moved and he transferred a year back.”
“He likes older boys, si. Well you’re my older boy, not his and he best not forget that.”
Steven let out a half chuckle before yanking him forward, their chests crushing together as their mouths did the same. The kiss was hard and predatory and let Fernando know without a doubt that he was all Steven wanted.