Fic - Chloroform Kiss
Title: Chloroform Kiss
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Untrue. If you have evidence to testify otherwise, I'd LOVE to see it.
Summary: Sergio says it won’t happen again but when Nando shows up at his doorstep, his willpower is shoved aside.
Sergio’s been moping around his house for a few days, and he knows it's not helping anything, but he just can't stop thinking about Fernando.
And he hates how he feels like a teenager with a broken heart, but maybe that's what he is, because Nando's all he can think about and it's really starting to get out of hand. He’s become a shell of himself, unable to function.
Sergio keeps moving around and shifting and staring at the phone, and he thought he had more self-control than this, but apparently not.
Then someone knocks on the door, and Sergio doesn’t jump out of his skin. Nearly does when he peers outside through the window and it's Nando though, and his heart sinks down into his feet when he realizes he’s probably just coming over to return his stuff, and he considers not answering the door, but he knows that won't solve anything either.
In fact, he's kind of been wanting to wear the shirt he left over at Nando's place lately anyway, so he opens the door and stands in the frame, trying to look casual and threatening at the same time.
Nando is predictable as ever though, and barges in, pushing past Sergio without asking, and heads over to the couch in the living room, arms crossed.
He looks like he's thinking really hard and he doesn't have any boxes or shirts or anything, so Sergio silently says goodbye to that nice blue designer golf shirt as he closes the door, because he's probably never going to see it again.
And it's so like him to be worrying about clothes at a time like this, but then Nando's coming at him with a worried look on his face and before he knows what's happening, Sergio's pressed up against the wall and Nando's arms are draped around his neck, and this is the last thing he thought would happen today. Not that he's complaining or anything, he's just - wait, maybe he should be complaining.
He pushes on Nando's chest reluctantly, murmuring about why this is a bad idea, and how Del Bosque is going to find out this time and maybe Nando should just go home.
But Nando shakes his head and pouts and furrows his brow, and Sergio just can't resist him when he's like this.
"I don't know what happened before, but I know what I want now, and I know where I want to be... And it's not outside your house wondering whether or not you'll kick me out if I knock." Nando says slowly and quietly, and Sergio has to wonder how long he's been practicing saying that.
It doesn't matter though, because Nando's still got that worried look on his face and he's playing with the hem of Sergio's shirt, and he knows he can't say no.
Despite the fact that Nando's only been to Sergio's house a handful of times before, he somehow knows exactly where to go, and Sergio can't resist when Nando takes his hand and leads him down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Sergio starts to mumble something about it being serious this time, but then Nando's hands are on his chest and he can't do anything except whisper Nando's name over and over and try not to collapse onto the floor in a gooey puddle.
That's how he feels right now anyway, and Nando's nimble fingers’ carefully undoing his buttons isn’t really helping, and why does he always have to let Nando do this to him?
It's not that he doesn't want it, because he does - he wants it more than anything. But this has happened more times than Sergio would care to admit, and every time, Sergio promises himself he won't take Nando back, but every time, Nando shows up at his house or calls him or leaves love poems in his locker at practice as if he were the reincarnation of Federico García Lorca, and Sergio just can't say no.
He knows he's probably being used, and he suspects Nando heads off to Olalla and tells her how beautiful she is after he leaves his place every time, but those are just the downsides, and the upsides are so good that Sergio's willing to go through torture to have them.
That's what it is, anyway - torture.
Nando's all for torture apparently, which is probably why he's slowly tugging on Sergio's jeans now, making him squirm, and it's all Sergio can do not to give up and beg Nando to fuck him. Wouldn't that be embarrassing, but it would catch Nando off guard, and Sergio's tempted to do it.
He never gets the chance, because Nando's pushing him back on the bed and Sergio just lets himself fall; like a cheesy slow-motion scene in a movie, and somehow that makes everything so surreal.
Nando's naked suddenly and when did that happen? Sergio really must be out of it, because he isn't aware of anything going on around him except the feel of Nando straddling his thighs and pushing up on his shirt, and Sergio glances over to the window and is it really daytime? That seems so strange, but then Nando's leaning over to the side table and blocking the sun and Sergio doesn't know what to do with himself.
He tries stroking Nando's thighs and gets a contented hum in response, so he settles on that.
Nando finds what he's looking for and sits back on his knees, and Sergio bites his lip and tenses to keep from thrusting when Nando concentrates so hard on rolling a pink condom down the length of Sergio's cock, and god, these are the moments Sergio lives for. It doesn't matter how horrible Nando makes him feel most of the time, as long as he gets this feeling one more time, and he repeats that thought as he pulls Nando flush and pants into his neck, allowing himself to fall into him like a fever.
Sergio doesn't really know how it happened, but in a couple seconds, Nando's writhing around under him instead of the other way around, and he's bucking and grinding his hips, and Sergio can't stand it. He needs this more than anything, and soon he's surrounded by tight heat and he groans unconsciously as it overwhelms him.
He's moving before Nando has a chance to ask for it, but Sergio just can't get enough of Nando at times like these, and he feels like he's drowning when he finally presses his lips to Nando's.
Yet somehow drowning in a sea of Nando doesn't seem so bad right now, and Sergio can't stop kissing him, and he's going to run out of air soon.
Nando pulls back before Sergio passes out though, and Sergio feels heels pressing into his back, drawing him deeper, and he still has a nagging voice at the back of his mind that's telling him he shouldn't be doing this and it's just going to get him hurt later on, but he just. Can't. Stop.
Nando's panting hard now, and Sergio finds a rhythm that allows him to watch as Nando struggles to keep his eyes open and arches up into Sergio's thrusts.
Just the thought of it is enough to send Sergio over the edge, but he wants to maintain at least some semblance of control, so he furrows his brow and kisses Nando hard, and he can't really think, but Sergio just has this feeling that this time it's different - it really feels different, and maybe Nando really likes him this time and won't run out on him.
All coherent thought is interrupted when Nando arches suddenly under Sergio, and he takes the opportunity to suck on Nando's creamy neck, marring its perfection for the whole squad to see tomorrow, and it may not be the most obvious way of marking Nando, but it works right now, so Sergio has no complaints.
Within seconds, Sergio feels warm wetness on his stomach and Nando tightens around him, and he feels like he's going to die when Nando's rocking speeds up, and how does he always know exactly what Sergio wants?
Sergio comes hard a moment or two later and collapses over Nando after tensing and shuddering through wave after wave of intensity, and he can't keep his eyes open.
He's vaguely aware of Nando moving around and cleaning up a little, and then the mattress sinks and Sergio feels Nando's warm body press against his, and it's the most amazing thing he could possibly want.
He turns to wrap his arms around Nando, and whispers incoherently about how Nando's the only one he sees, and he must have been blind before he met him, because he can't remember anything before him.
He drifts off into a warm, sleepy haze, and it's probably a bad idea because he has to get up in a few hours, and Sergio can't help feeling silently devastated when he wakes up alone.
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Untrue. If you have evidence to testify otherwise, I'd LOVE to see it.
Summary: Sergio says it won’t happen again but when Nando shows up at his doorstep, his willpower is shoved aside.
Sergio’s been moping around his house for a few days, and he knows it's not helping anything, but he just can't stop thinking about Fernando.
And he hates how he feels like a teenager with a broken heart, but maybe that's what he is, because Nando's all he can think about and it's really starting to get out of hand. He’s become a shell of himself, unable to function.
Sergio keeps moving around and shifting and staring at the phone, and he thought he had more self-control than this, but apparently not.
Then someone knocks on the door, and Sergio doesn’t jump out of his skin. Nearly does when he peers outside through the window and it's Nando though, and his heart sinks down into his feet when he realizes he’s probably just coming over to return his stuff, and he considers not answering the door, but he knows that won't solve anything either.
In fact, he's kind of been wanting to wear the shirt he left over at Nando's place lately anyway, so he opens the door and stands in the frame, trying to look casual and threatening at the same time.
Nando is predictable as ever though, and barges in, pushing past Sergio without asking, and heads over to the couch in the living room, arms crossed.
He looks like he's thinking really hard and he doesn't have any boxes or shirts or anything, so Sergio silently says goodbye to that nice blue designer golf shirt as he closes the door, because he's probably never going to see it again.
And it's so like him to be worrying about clothes at a time like this, but then Nando's coming at him with a worried look on his face and before he knows what's happening, Sergio's pressed up against the wall and Nando's arms are draped around his neck, and this is the last thing he thought would happen today. Not that he's complaining or anything, he's just - wait, maybe he should be complaining.
He pushes on Nando's chest reluctantly, murmuring about why this is a bad idea, and how Del Bosque is going to find out this time and maybe Nando should just go home.
But Nando shakes his head and pouts and furrows his brow, and Sergio just can't resist him when he's like this.
"I don't know what happened before, but I know what I want now, and I know where I want to be... And it's not outside your house wondering whether or not you'll kick me out if I knock." Nando says slowly and quietly, and Sergio has to wonder how long he's been practicing saying that.
It doesn't matter though, because Nando's still got that worried look on his face and he's playing with the hem of Sergio's shirt, and he knows he can't say no.
Despite the fact that Nando's only been to Sergio's house a handful of times before, he somehow knows exactly where to go, and Sergio can't resist when Nando takes his hand and leads him down the hallway toward the bedroom.
Sergio starts to mumble something about it being serious this time, but then Nando's hands are on his chest and he can't do anything except whisper Nando's name over and over and try not to collapse onto the floor in a gooey puddle.
That's how he feels right now anyway, and Nando's nimble fingers’ carefully undoing his buttons isn’t really helping, and why does he always have to let Nando do this to him?
It's not that he doesn't want it, because he does - he wants it more than anything. But this has happened more times than Sergio would care to admit, and every time, Sergio promises himself he won't take Nando back, but every time, Nando shows up at his house or calls him or leaves love poems in his locker at practice as if he were the reincarnation of Federico García Lorca, and Sergio just can't say no.
He knows he's probably being used, and he suspects Nando heads off to Olalla and tells her how beautiful she is after he leaves his place every time, but those are just the downsides, and the upsides are so good that Sergio's willing to go through torture to have them.
That's what it is, anyway - torture.
Nando's all for torture apparently, which is probably why he's slowly tugging on Sergio's jeans now, making him squirm, and it's all Sergio can do not to give up and beg Nando to fuck him. Wouldn't that be embarrassing, but it would catch Nando off guard, and Sergio's tempted to do it.
He never gets the chance, because Nando's pushing him back on the bed and Sergio just lets himself fall; like a cheesy slow-motion scene in a movie, and somehow that makes everything so surreal.
Nando's naked suddenly and when did that happen? Sergio really must be out of it, because he isn't aware of anything going on around him except the feel of Nando straddling his thighs and pushing up on his shirt, and Sergio glances over to the window and is it really daytime? That seems so strange, but then Nando's leaning over to the side table and blocking the sun and Sergio doesn't know what to do with himself.
He tries stroking Nando's thighs and gets a contented hum in response, so he settles on that.
Nando finds what he's looking for and sits back on his knees, and Sergio bites his lip and tenses to keep from thrusting when Nando concentrates so hard on rolling a pink condom down the length of Sergio's cock, and god, these are the moments Sergio lives for. It doesn't matter how horrible Nando makes him feel most of the time, as long as he gets this feeling one more time, and he repeats that thought as he pulls Nando flush and pants into his neck, allowing himself to fall into him like a fever.
Sergio doesn't really know how it happened, but in a couple seconds, Nando's writhing around under him instead of the other way around, and he's bucking and grinding his hips, and Sergio can't stand it. He needs this more than anything, and soon he's surrounded by tight heat and he groans unconsciously as it overwhelms him.
He's moving before Nando has a chance to ask for it, but Sergio just can't get enough of Nando at times like these, and he feels like he's drowning when he finally presses his lips to Nando's.
Yet somehow drowning in a sea of Nando doesn't seem so bad right now, and Sergio can't stop kissing him, and he's going to run out of air soon.
Nando pulls back before Sergio passes out though, and Sergio feels heels pressing into his back, drawing him deeper, and he still has a nagging voice at the back of his mind that's telling him he shouldn't be doing this and it's just going to get him hurt later on, but he just. Can't. Stop.
Nando's panting hard now, and Sergio finds a rhythm that allows him to watch as Nando struggles to keep his eyes open and arches up into Sergio's thrusts.
Just the thought of it is enough to send Sergio over the edge, but he wants to maintain at least some semblance of control, so he furrows his brow and kisses Nando hard, and he can't really think, but Sergio just has this feeling that this time it's different - it really feels different, and maybe Nando really likes him this time and won't run out on him.
All coherent thought is interrupted when Nando arches suddenly under Sergio, and he takes the opportunity to suck on Nando's creamy neck, marring its perfection for the whole squad to see tomorrow, and it may not be the most obvious way of marking Nando, but it works right now, so Sergio has no complaints.
Within seconds, Sergio feels warm wetness on his stomach and Nando tightens around him, and he feels like he's going to die when Nando's rocking speeds up, and how does he always know exactly what Sergio wants?
Sergio comes hard a moment or two later and collapses over Nando after tensing and shuddering through wave after wave of intensity, and he can't keep his eyes open.
He's vaguely aware of Nando moving around and cleaning up a little, and then the mattress sinks and Sergio feels Nando's warm body press against his, and it's the most amazing thing he could possibly want.
He turns to wrap his arms around Nando, and whispers incoherently about how Nando's the only one he sees, and he must have been blind before he met him, because he can't remember anything before him.
He drifts off into a warm, sleepy haze, and it's probably a bad idea because he has to get up in a few hours, and Sergio can't help feeling silently devastated when he wakes up alone.