What Dreams May Come
Title: What Dreams May Come
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: R or NC-17
Disclaimer: This didn't happen as far as we know.
Summary: It's hot and the Spanish NT have to sleep in a motel. Sergio and Fernando have to share a room but there's only one bed.
A/N: For imyourheroine & kristannuccia because they're amazing and I love them.
“So tell me again why we can’t just sleep on the bus?”
“Look, they’re taking it into that mechanic’s shop whether you like it or not. It’ll be fixed by tomorrow morning and you’re lucky we even found this motel.”
“But Iker, how can you expect Fernando and me to sleep on that bed? Not even a twelve-year-old could sleep comfortably on that thing, let alone two grown men.”
Iker rolled his eyes “my room isn’t exactly the honeymoon suite either.” His eyes scanned the empty room with the single bed and shook his head “one of you can sleep on the floor. You guys figure it out. I’m tired, I need my sleep and I’m not going to stand here and argue with you two about it anymore in this heat.”
He turned on his heel and walked out the front door, lightly lifting his arm up “Night.”
Sergio shut the door behind him in defeat.
Fernando sighed tiredly.
“I’m telling you right now that I’m not sleeping on this floor. I’d rather sleep in that soap scum filled bathtub.” He muttered as he looked to the floor, repulsed by the unknown stains.
“Good, you take the tub and I’ll take the bed.” Sergio announced as he made his way to the narrow white-sheeted bed that sat against the wall.
“Oh no way, why do you get the bed?” Fernando said, stopping Sergio in his tracks.
“Because there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping anywhere else.”
“Well neither am I.” Fernando shot back.
Sergio cleared his throat “You’re the one who said you’d sleep in the tub.”
Fernando crossed his arms across his chest “I’m not sleeping anywhere but that bed.” He said testily.
“Well there’s only room for one of us.” Sergio replied in an equal tone.
Fernando shrugged “Flip for it.”
The other man sighed and dug his hand into his pant pocket before pulling out a coin “heads or tails.”
Fernando hesitated for a second “Tails.”
Sergio gave him a quick nod before flipping the coin into the air. He caught the coin and pressed it into the back of his left hand.
Both players waited in anticipation before Sergio slowly lifted his right hand off to reveal the outcome.
His expression gave nothing away.
“What is it?” Fernando asked impatiently.
Sergio took in a quick intake of breath before lifting his head to Fernando “best two out of three?”
Fernando scoffed “in your dreams.”
The Sevillan watched as the other man made his way to the bed, a look of satisfaction imprinted over his face.
“So where do you expect me to sleep then?”
Fernando sighed irately on the over-used bed. “I don’t know Sergio, on top of that drawer case?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm as he pointing his eyes to the wooden drawers.
Sergio’s hands were at his hips, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. He looked as if he was trying not to lose his cool “Really?”
Fernando ran his hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair and sighed again, “look, let’s just try to share the bed. Neither of us is ever going to get any sleep if we keep this going.”
A small look of relief flew by Sergio’s face “all right.”
The striker gave him a quick nod “I’ll take the side against the wall. I don’t want to be the one who ends up rolling onto the floor in the middle of the night.”
Sergio let out a small laugh “yeah, fine. I’m just going to change really quick.” He said grabbing his gym bag and stepping into the bathroom.
Fernando laid down on the bed and placed his arm behind his head.
He suddenly realized that he’d be sharing a bed with Sergio. A small group of butterflies flapped their wings in his stomach.
Sergio placed his used clothes in his bag before stepping into a pair of boxers and pulling on an undershirt.
When he walked out into the room, he grimaced at the thick summer air.
“It’s so hot in here.”
“I’ve already cranked the window open as far as it could go.” Fernando said, airing out his shirt.
Sergio walked over to the framed opening, frowning slightly at the stilled and quiet darkness outside. Not even the insects could take the heat, he thought.
Fernando slipped into the bathroom with his own bag and came out a couple minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that looked as old as the room.
Sergio turned around and waited for the other man to crawl into the bed, who placed himself as close to the wall as he found possible.
Sergio walked over to the edge of the bed and stretched his arms out before pulling his undershirt over his head.
Fernando’s eyes glazed over against his better will.
Sergio’s caramel tan was even; strong shoulders gave way to his perfectly formed abs.
It took all of Fernando’s strength to tear his lascivious gaze away, and to try and distract all the blood currently rushing to his lower regions.
Completely oblivious to the short-circuiting he was causing in the striker’s brain, Sergio flipped the light switch and got into the bed “I hope you don’t mind…I’m just really hot.”
Fernando simply nodded.
He could feel the heat rolling off Sergio’s body as they laid in their sweltering confines of the motel room.
They were both aware of their thighs touching, but under the cover of the darkness and the circumstances combined with the fact that there was really nothing they could do about it, all they both could do was close their eyes and slip into sleep without another word to each other.
~*~*~*~
He’s running across the field, the ball at his feet. His eyes dart across the green, an opposing player is making his way towards him.
Not seeing a clear pass, he runs further down the seemingly never-ending terrain.
Two brown eyes are staring at him. His eyes lock onto the freckled face.
He’s running to Fernando now who seems like he’s miles away.
Sergio speeds up, dodging player after player until he sees Fernando’s hurried face. He yells for the pass.
The defender pauses and turns his head. The opposing team is gaining up on him, there’s a clearing to Fernando. No one’s blocking him.
This is it.
His foot strikes the ball, watching as it slowly leaps into the air and curves down to the striker’s feet.
With one swift move, the ball is kicked towards the goal post.
They watch as the goalkeeper’s gloved hands graze the ball, unable to stop it from hitting the back of the net.
The stadium is filled with celebration.
Sergio watches as Fernando turns back to him, an overjoyed smile gracing his face before he begins running towards him.
Suddenly, the crowd disappears, the players disappear, and the stadium disappears.
All that’s left is Fernando running towards him as if nothing had changed.
Sergio doesn’t question the vanishing scene; all he cares about is waiting for Fernando to jump into his arms.
The player finally reaches him but he stops.
Before Sergio could say anything, Fernando pounces on him like a natural predator.
Sergio falls back, but is supported by an unknown force. Fernando is pressing against him, they are chest to chest, and his arms are encircling him as if he was planning on never letting him go.
His mouth smacks against the younger mans, hard, masculine, his tongue teasing.
Sergio moans, wanting more, his hands ripping Fernando’s jersey open. He grins at Fernando and begins laughing. Fernando laughs along with him and paws at Sergio’s clothing.
Their chests, now bare, rub against each other.
Then there is the electricity of their groins meeting, even though they are still covered by the material of their shorts.
They’re unable to wait to pull them down; they begin bucking against each other, hard bulges meeting for tantalizingly short moments before they contacted empty air again.
Fernando’s eyes are wide as they grind into each other and Sergio can’t tear his own away either.
They watch each other, delighting in each other, each thrust bringing them closer-
Sergio awakes, his groin feeling full and tight, realizing he was thrusting in his sleep.
Embarrassed, he became aware that he wasn’t thrusting into empty air either…
Fernando, asleep, was lying facing him, and Sergio was thrusting against him. Sergio moaned with a mixture of fear and desire, his last thrust telling him that he was pounding against something equally hard.
Fernando then uttered a low moan that told Sergio he was caught up in some dream of erotic dalliance as well, his head thrown back, sweat upon his forehead.
Sergio couldn’t stop.
He was so close…he knew he should stop, he knew this was wrong. Not because of the usual reasons that people would probably find this wrong, but because he was taking advantage of the other man. He was grinding against him, getting off.
Sergio gritted his teeth, knowing he was moments from the edge.
He let his pulsating flesh rest against Fernando’s and rubbed against the hot hardness until he felt himself spurting into his boxers.
Shamed, he felt the throbbing through the final seconds of release, when Fernando suddenly groaned and felt Sergio’s dampness spreading against his own.
He was struck with the realization that Fernando’s cum was now mingling with his and he’d be damned if it almost didn’t make him hard again.
He lay there, sweat running off him and before he could stop himself, he swiped a finger between them and tasted the wetness upon it. He savored the taste of the other man and himself, and then froze as Fernando’s breathing changed, smacking his lips as he began to wake.
Sergio rolled over onto his side and turned away from Fernando, pretending to be asleep.
He felt Fernando stir beside him, and his hand move to his shorts with a muttered curse. Then Fernando also laid still, daring not to ask the other man if he was awake.
The two men lay with their backs to each other, and it was a long time before either could fall asleep again.
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: R or NC-17
Disclaimer: This didn't happen as far as we know.
Summary: It's hot and the Spanish NT have to sleep in a motel. Sergio and Fernando have to share a room but there's only one bed.
A/N: For imyourheroine & kristannuccia because they're amazing and I love them.
“So tell me again why we can’t just sleep on the bus?”
“Look, they’re taking it into that mechanic’s shop whether you like it or not. It’ll be fixed by tomorrow morning and you’re lucky we even found this motel.”
“But Iker, how can you expect Fernando and me to sleep on that bed? Not even a twelve-year-old could sleep comfortably on that thing, let alone two grown men.”
Iker rolled his eyes “my room isn’t exactly the honeymoon suite either.” His eyes scanned the empty room with the single bed and shook his head “one of you can sleep on the floor. You guys figure it out. I’m tired, I need my sleep and I’m not going to stand here and argue with you two about it anymore in this heat.”
He turned on his heel and walked out the front door, lightly lifting his arm up “Night.”
Sergio shut the door behind him in defeat.
Fernando sighed tiredly.
“I’m telling you right now that I’m not sleeping on this floor. I’d rather sleep in that soap scum filled bathtub.” He muttered as he looked to the floor, repulsed by the unknown stains.
“Good, you take the tub and I’ll take the bed.” Sergio announced as he made his way to the narrow white-sheeted bed that sat against the wall.
“Oh no way, why do you get the bed?” Fernando said, stopping Sergio in his tracks.
“Because there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping anywhere else.”
“Well neither am I.” Fernando shot back.
Sergio cleared his throat “You’re the one who said you’d sleep in the tub.”
Fernando crossed his arms across his chest “I’m not sleeping anywhere but that bed.” He said testily.
“Well there’s only room for one of us.” Sergio replied in an equal tone.
Fernando shrugged “Flip for it.”
The other man sighed and dug his hand into his pant pocket before pulling out a coin “heads or tails.”
Fernando hesitated for a second “Tails.”
Sergio gave him a quick nod before flipping the coin into the air. He caught the coin and pressed it into the back of his left hand.
Both players waited in anticipation before Sergio slowly lifted his right hand off to reveal the outcome.
His expression gave nothing away.
“What is it?” Fernando asked impatiently.
Sergio took in a quick intake of breath before lifting his head to Fernando “best two out of three?”
Fernando scoffed “in your dreams.”
The Sevillan watched as the other man made his way to the bed, a look of satisfaction imprinted over his face.
“So where do you expect me to sleep then?”
Fernando sighed irately on the over-used bed. “I don’t know Sergio, on top of that drawer case?” he asked with a hint of sarcasm as he pointing his eyes to the wooden drawers.
Sergio’s hands were at his hips, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. He looked as if he was trying not to lose his cool “Really?”
Fernando ran his hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair and sighed again, “look, let’s just try to share the bed. Neither of us is ever going to get any sleep if we keep this going.”
A small look of relief flew by Sergio’s face “all right.”
The striker gave him a quick nod “I’ll take the side against the wall. I don’t want to be the one who ends up rolling onto the floor in the middle of the night.”
Sergio let out a small laugh “yeah, fine. I’m just going to change really quick.” He said grabbing his gym bag and stepping into the bathroom.
Fernando laid down on the bed and placed his arm behind his head.
He suddenly realized that he’d be sharing a bed with Sergio. A small group of butterflies flapped their wings in his stomach.
Sergio placed his used clothes in his bag before stepping into a pair of boxers and pulling on an undershirt.
When he walked out into the room, he grimaced at the thick summer air.
“It’s so hot in here.”
“I’ve already cranked the window open as far as it could go.” Fernando said, airing out his shirt.
Sergio walked over to the framed opening, frowning slightly at the stilled and quiet darkness outside. Not even the insects could take the heat, he thought.
Fernando slipped into the bathroom with his own bag and came out a couple minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that looked as old as the room.
Sergio turned around and waited for the other man to crawl into the bed, who placed himself as close to the wall as he found possible.
Sergio walked over to the edge of the bed and stretched his arms out before pulling his undershirt over his head.
Fernando’s eyes glazed over against his better will.
Sergio’s caramel tan was even; strong shoulders gave way to his perfectly formed abs.
It took all of Fernando’s strength to tear his lascivious gaze away, and to try and distract all the blood currently rushing to his lower regions.
Completely oblivious to the short-circuiting he was causing in the striker’s brain, Sergio flipped the light switch and got into the bed “I hope you don’t mind…I’m just really hot.”
Fernando simply nodded.
He could feel the heat rolling off Sergio’s body as they laid in their sweltering confines of the motel room.
They were both aware of their thighs touching, but under the cover of the darkness and the circumstances combined with the fact that there was really nothing they could do about it, all they both could do was close their eyes and slip into sleep without another word to each other.
~*~*~*~
He’s running across the field, the ball at his feet. His eyes dart across the green, an opposing player is making his way towards him.
Not seeing a clear pass, he runs further down the seemingly never-ending terrain.
Two brown eyes are staring at him. His eyes lock onto the freckled face.
He’s running to Fernando now who seems like he’s miles away.
Sergio speeds up, dodging player after player until he sees Fernando’s hurried face. He yells for the pass.
The defender pauses and turns his head. The opposing team is gaining up on him, there’s a clearing to Fernando. No one’s blocking him.
This is it.
His foot strikes the ball, watching as it slowly leaps into the air and curves down to the striker’s feet.
With one swift move, the ball is kicked towards the goal post.
They watch as the goalkeeper’s gloved hands graze the ball, unable to stop it from hitting the back of the net.
The stadium is filled with celebration.
Sergio watches as Fernando turns back to him, an overjoyed smile gracing his face before he begins running towards him.
Suddenly, the crowd disappears, the players disappear, and the stadium disappears.
All that’s left is Fernando running towards him as if nothing had changed.
Sergio doesn’t question the vanishing scene; all he cares about is waiting for Fernando to jump into his arms.
The player finally reaches him but he stops.
Before Sergio could say anything, Fernando pounces on him like a natural predator.
Sergio falls back, but is supported by an unknown force. Fernando is pressing against him, they are chest to chest, and his arms are encircling him as if he was planning on never letting him go.
His mouth smacks against the younger mans, hard, masculine, his tongue teasing.
Sergio moans, wanting more, his hands ripping Fernando’s jersey open. He grins at Fernando and begins laughing. Fernando laughs along with him and paws at Sergio’s clothing.
Their chests, now bare, rub against each other.
Then there is the electricity of their groins meeting, even though they are still covered by the material of their shorts.
They’re unable to wait to pull them down; they begin bucking against each other, hard bulges meeting for tantalizingly short moments before they contacted empty air again.
Fernando’s eyes are wide as they grind into each other and Sergio can’t tear his own away either.
They watch each other, delighting in each other, each thrust bringing them closer-
Sergio awakes, his groin feeling full and tight, realizing he was thrusting in his sleep.
Embarrassed, he became aware that he wasn’t thrusting into empty air either…
Fernando, asleep, was lying facing him, and Sergio was thrusting against him. Sergio moaned with a mixture of fear and desire, his last thrust telling him that he was pounding against something equally hard.
Fernando then uttered a low moan that told Sergio he was caught up in some dream of erotic dalliance as well, his head thrown back, sweat upon his forehead.
Sergio couldn’t stop.
He was so close…he knew he should stop, he knew this was wrong. Not because of the usual reasons that people would probably find this wrong, but because he was taking advantage of the other man. He was grinding against him, getting off.
Sergio gritted his teeth, knowing he was moments from the edge.
He let his pulsating flesh rest against Fernando’s and rubbed against the hot hardness until he felt himself spurting into his boxers.
Shamed, he felt the throbbing through the final seconds of release, when Fernando suddenly groaned and felt Sergio’s dampness spreading against his own.
He was struck with the realization that Fernando’s cum was now mingling with his and he’d be damned if it almost didn’t make him hard again.
He lay there, sweat running off him and before he could stop himself, he swiped a finger between them and tasted the wetness upon it. He savored the taste of the other man and himself, and then froze as Fernando’s breathing changed, smacking his lips as he began to wake.
Sergio rolled over onto his side and turned away from Fernando, pretending to be asleep.
He felt Fernando stir beside him, and his hand move to his shorts with a muttered curse. Then Fernando also laid still, daring not to ask the other man if he was awake.
The two men lay with their backs to each other, and it was a long time before either could fall asleep again.