Fic: Deal
Title: Deal
Pairing: David Villa/Cesc Fabregas, future David Villa/Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,004
Disclaimer: Nothing written here is true at all.
Summary: During international break, rooming with David, Cesc eats an ice lolly and things go from there.
It was about an hour after dinner and Cesc wanted something sweet.
Cesc padded over to the mini-fridge and bent over to open the door and peer in to see what goodies he had stuffed inside from his convenience store trip last night. There was a bar of chocolate and a peach flavoured ice lolly on the top shelf. He licked his lips in preparation as he reached for the lolly. It was a warm sort of night and he would really enjoy the cool sweetness.
He sat down cross legged on his bed and opened one end of the plastic wrapper. He glanced over at the other bed in the room, his roommate’s bed; this time was one of many times he was sharing with David Villa. The striker was currently napping, turned on his side on top of the covers.
Cesc liked Villa, they got along excellently even if sometimes Cesc had to admit (only to himself) that he was still a little intimidated by him. Which was weird, because David was a perfectly nice guy, cracking cheesy jokes. Still. Sometimes he got that look on his face that wasn’t very…very nice. Not that it was mean. No, it was more, what was the word? Tough.
Those thoughts ran through Cesc’s head as he absentmindedly pulled the wrapper down enough to expose half of the lolly and then stuck it in his mouth. He lapped at it leisurely for a while before thinking about what the connotations were and glancing a little awkwardly over at David. There was no one else in the room and David was sleeping so…Cesc decided he had free reign over how to eat this lolly, with nobody else to judge him. He slid it slowly into his mouth again, and slowly back out, relishing the smooth cool texture against the inside of his mouth. He continued like that, licking at the tip in small circles to cool the tip of his tongue, coating his mouth with the milky taste.
He opened his eyes (he must have closed them at some point) and found David staring at him from the other bed.
Hastily, Cesc bit off a chunk of lolly.
“Uh,” he said, mouth freezing a little.
David bit his lip and said, “Fuck, Cesc…that was hot.”
Cesc felt his cheeks heat up instantly. There was a small smirk beginning to form on the Asturian’s face and Cesc glared at him.
“I eat how I want to. I don’t have to stop just ‘cause you’re looking at it wrong.”
His eyes wandered down involuntarily to Villa’s crotch and widened at what he found there.
“Holy fuck, cabrón…” Cesc trailed off, no longer glaring.
“Yeah, I wasn’t joking about it being hot,” David shrugged. He stood and stretched, giving Cesc a scowl when the younger player’s eyes remained fixed to the bulge in his groin the entire time, before going into the bathroom and shutting the door. And then locking it.
The sound of the shower went on. Cesc finished his lolly and threw the stick away and sat on his bed and stared at the bathroom door.
When David came out in a T-shirt and boxers, Cesc said, “Guaje…”
David yawned. “Yup.”
“Are you…well, how gay are you?”
David laughed. “I swear I heard you asking Iker this last night.”
“I did,” Cesc said, promptly.
“What did he say, again?”
“He said he was sometimes gay, mostly not.”
“And how about you?”
“Me?” Cesc considered. “I think about half half.” He gave David a glance. Some people were still a little wary of talking about it so openly, a sign of the times they had grown up in. He didn’t know if David was like that, or…
David snorted. “Are you sure?”
Cesc asked, “Huh?”
“Because, you know, you hardly ever talk about girls in the changing room. Well, maybe about your current girlfriend when you have one. But other than that no.”
“Maybe more like twenty eighty then,” Cesc said. “Eighty men, twenty women, I mean.”
David smiled, said, “That’s more like it,” and hopped onto his bed with a magazine.
“Hang on, you didn’t answer me,” Cesc reminded him.
“Eh,” David said. “Me, maybe a quarter. Men, I mean.”
Cesc grinned. “So who do you find attractive? Anyone I know?”
David grunted but didn’t reply, lying back against the pillows and flipping the magazine open. Naturally, Cesc was now burning with curiosity.
“You can tell me, Guaje…” he teased.
Villa looked up and shot a look at Cesc. “No. Nobody you know.” Then he looked back down, the faintest of flushes visible on his cheeks.
“Have you ever done it with a guy?”
“Have you?” David shot back.
“Yes,” Cesc said, and David looked up automatically, and jealously, Cesc thought, or maybe he was seeing things.
“Who?” Villa demanded.
“Nobody you know,” Cesc scoffed, lying.
“Tell me,” Villa growled.
“Why should I? You clearly won’t tell me about the kind of guys you’ve fancied. Or fancy.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t…I haven’t fucking slept with them,” David said, frowning. Cesc noted that he had successfully attracted the Asturian’s full attention. “So was it another player?”
Cesc blinked. “What?”
“Did you have sex with another football player?”
After a little hesitation, Cesc said, “Yeah.”
“And was it…Iker?”
Cesc looked down and mumbled, “That was a lucky guess.”
“Yeah,” David said, fuming. “Yeah, it was. So-what did you guys do?”
“Well, I.” Cesc glanced over at Villa’s still-frowning face before looking away, feeling a faint smile tugging at his lips. (He wasn’t quite sure why.) “We both wanted to try it so I went home with him from Las Rozas one day and we just kind of messed around.”
David licked his lips. “Did he fuck you?”
“Guaje,” Cesc tutted. Villa’s eyes narrowed. Cesc wasn’t sure why the older man was being like this, exactly. “Yes, he fucked me. I kinda…I like…being…on the bottom. Not that, you know, you have to be on the bottom to be, uh, fucked.” Cesc blushed a little. Somehow he couldn’t quite say that word (fuck) or express that concept (to fuck) in the same way that Villa could and did.
Villa scowled for another few seconds, and then looked back down to that blasted magazine.
“So, what about you?” Cesc ventured, feeling daring.
“No,” Villa said, shortly. “I haven’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Waiting for the right guy, maybe.” David looked up at him scathingly and Cesc frowned.
“What was that supposed to be?” Cesc was referring to the look.
“Oh, nothing,” David said. “Just that I wouldn’t just try it on with some random guy who also wanted to.” He definitely sounded jealous now.
“You mean like I did?” It was Cesc’s turn to scowl at him, albeit it was a less fierce expression. “I can fuck who I like, Villa.”
Villa’s eyes darkened. “I never said you couldn’t. So go ahead.”
“You seemed pretty turned on by what you saw earlier,” Cesc said, matching Villa’s challenging tone. “Maybe you want to fuck me.” Now, the word came out the way Villa said it: hot, dark, words that did things to people’s insides.
“Maybe don’t be so sure of yourself,” Villa returned, his irises almost black instead of their usual lightish brown as he met Cesc’s stare.
Cesc looked down David’s body to between his legs and said, boldly, before he could hold his tongue: “Mind if I check?”
“Go ahead,” Villa said.
Cesc put his hand on Villa’s crotch and squeezed, feeling a thrill run down his spine. He could feel Villa’s cock; it was soft in his palm.
He leaned in, closer, and whispered, “That’s only because you jerked off in the shower earlier.”
David’s lips parted slightly, his expression one of lust (Cesc didn’t know how long it had been like that), and he said, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Cesc breathed, feeling emboldened when the other man made no move to remove Cesc’s hand from his crotch. “You think I didn’t know what you were doing in there? You think I didn’t know you were masturbating? And even that isn’t helping you now, Villa,” he added, tightening his grip around the striker’s cock. He thought he could feel it growing warmer in his hand, getting hard again.
“So?” David said, softly. He still didn’t move.
“So I think yes, you do want to fuck me,” Cesc told him.
Villa’s hand closed lightly around the arm Cesc was using to touch him, slid down to Cesc’s forearm, then to his wrist, held it. Cesc didn’t want to stop touching Villa. Villa had definitely grown thicker now, stiffer, Cesc could feel it, could feel the head of the older man’s cock; wanted to feel more.
Villa slowly pulled Cesc’s hand away and up to his abdomen and then eased his fingertips just beneath the waist of his boxers.
Cesc didn’t need any further invitation; he slipped his hand underneath, and breathed out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding as his fingers and palm closed around the hard flesh of David’s erection. He gave Villa’s shaft a few slow strokes, teasing the spot just below the head with the tip of his thumb, making David’s hips lift, lower lip caught between his teeth for some brief seconds.
“I want…to fuck you so bad,” Villa breathed.
Cesc looked at him, kept touching him.
“I’ve thought about it. Where I’d do it…How hard I would fuck you…”
Cesc’s own dick was swollen inside his pants. He was trying to imagine what David had imagined when the striker reached up, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and tugged him down for an intense kiss. Cesc let himself fall onto the bed, pressed blindly closer to his teammate.
“How was Iker?” Villa breathed, his breath tickling the shell of Cesc’s ear. One of his hands was roaming down Cesc’s body, lower and lower…
“Iker?” Cesc closed his eyes and struggled to control himself when David’s hand found its way to his length. “Iker was…he was good…”
Cesc had expected maybe jealousy, not the faint moan that escapes the Asturian’s lips.
“Do you think,” David murmured, hand falling into a steady rhythm around Cesc’s cock that was driving him slowly mad, “you might like to do something together with Iker?”
“W-what?” Cesc gasped, hips jerking helplessly as David stroked him faster. “David, s-stop, I’m going to, I’m close.”
David stopped and held the base of Cesc’s shaft, eyes hot on him. “Answer me.”
Cesc tried to make sense of the question. “You mean a threesome? You want to…a threesome with Iker? And me?”
“Yeah, and Iker wants to. We talked about you, him and me.”
“But what? You told me you hadn’t. Done it with anyone.”
David laughed, and said, “I lied. Did you really believe me?”
“Did you guys really talk about me?” Cesc whispered. Something felt hot and warm and melty in his stomach. David’s fingers around his cock were maddening.
“Yes,” David murmured. “We agreed if we could both, ah, seduce you separately, then we would ask you if you wanted to, you know.”
Cesc looked indignant now, which was comically at odds with his general hot and bothered, close-to-orgasm air. “Bastards. I-”
Villa smirked. Cesc thought of the possibilities.
“Well,” he said, considering. “Only if you guys let me decide how we do it the first time.”
“The first time?” David raised an eyebrow and Cesc felt himself flush. “Anyway, deal.”
“Deal,” Cesc panted, and David didn’t need telling to finish him off with a few languid strokes, smirked down at him as Cesc came all over his stomach.
At breakfast, Cesc came down late to find Iker and David sitting together at one part of the table. There was a free seat between them. He looked at Geri, who waved and pulled out a chair beside himself, but Iker called out,
“Cesc, come here, we’ve got some things to plan with you.”
Cesc gave Geri an apologetic look.