Fic: Draw My Heart (and more)
Title: Draw My Heart (and more) - Chapter 3
Pairing: David Villa/Lionel Messi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,098
Disclaimer: Nothing written here is true at all.
Summary: Originally written as a series of drabbles for a prompt at footballkink2, this is a college/university AU where Leo studies art and David is his law-student roommate. I've tidied it up a little, and hoping to continue with these drabbles. This Chapter contains the last parts that has already been posted at footballkink2 :)
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
love like you'll never be hurt.
*
"Hehehehe."
David turned around in his seat again to glare at Cesc. "What are you doing?!"
"Nothing," Cesc gulps, flopping back into his seat. Iker snorts.
"He's pressing your 'call attendant' button, Leo."
Sure enough, a flight attendant comes up to Leo's chair and asks, pleasantly, "How may I help you, sir?"
"I," Leo stammers.
"We just wanted to confirm it is possible to get our friend a lunch without sugar," David says, smoothly, indicating Cesc. "See, he has this thing where he's too full of energy sometimes..."
Leo looks at Cesc. The Catalan looks pale and stricken at the thought of having lost his dessert.
"Of course," the flight attendant smiles. "That will be perfectly possible, just remind the person who is serving lunch at the time."
"Thank you." David gives her an easy smile. The flight attendant returns it and adds in a low voice, catching his eye,
"You're very welcome."
"She was totally flirting with you," Leo tells David, wide-eyed.
"But I want sugar," Cesc was whining. "I like sugar..."
"Villa, quit being a bitch," Iker sighs.
David says to Leo, "Too bad for her, then?" and then to Cesc and Iker, "I'm sorry, Cesc. We just won't remind them again at lunch."
Cesc brightens visibly and snuggles into Iker's side. Leo turns back to David, smiling.
"Do you get that a lot? Hopeful women trying their luck?"
David smiles. "I guess I...did. But now, to be honest, Leo, I don't really notice them anymore--men or women." He takes Leo's hand and Leo looks down at their fingers intertwined, David's only slightly more tan than his own. That would probably change after this weekend. Leo wondered, paint having been his new medium for a few weeks, which shade of brown he would use to blend for David's skin post-Ibiza. Raw sienna, perhaps.
He wondered as well how it was that he knew how David's body would react, how much the Spaniard would tan and for how long. From old photos, he guessed, and their trip to the Barcelona beach that time.
Well, and, he knew how David's body responded in other ways, too.
Leo lets himself drift back, remembering the taste and feel of David in his hands, the smell of his arousal feeding something hot in Leo's belly. How beautiful David had looked, how helpless and exposed and completely at Leo's mercy.
Then he catches himself abruptly because it wouldn't do him much good to think about that too much here, right now.
"What are you thinking," David grins. Leo starts to blush but shuts David up with a swift kiss.
"I was thinking what things you and I could do at the hotel," he murmurs.
The caramel of David's eyes darken considerably at that. "So...what could we do?"
"Watch a movie," Leo says casually, pulling back from David. "Order room service, watch the sunset if we get a balcony..."
David narrows his eyes and growls, "If we have a balcony I have some alternate uses in mind."
Leo's eyes widen involuntarily and David laughs.
They find their hotel easily when they land, and agree to rest up before heading out to find dinner and some drinks. There is a balcony in their room, facing the sea directly, with no other buildings in the view.
Leo takes out his camera and feels David's arms wind around his waist, a kiss on the back of his neck.
"Come to bed after that," David murmurs. He pecks Leo on the cheek and then goes back into the room.
When Leo comes in David is dozing on the bed, having changed into pajama bottoms but apparently given up looking for a top, because he was shirtless. (Leo didn't mind that at all.)
He lies on the bed and contemplates sleep but--
A dirty thought comes into his head, looking at David's sleeping body. Maybe he'd find a way to wake his boyfriend up.
*
"Hey."
David doesn't respond at all. Leo looks at sleeping David and feels his mouth dry a little as he considers what he wants to do to him.
Villa looks so soft and harmless like this, Leo thinks. Hair almost gel-free after all the mussing throughout the day and during their flight to Ibiza, lashes dark against olive skin, lips ever so slightly parted.
Now Leo realises his mouth is watering a little. Well.
Carefully, he teases his fingers beneath the waistband of David's pajama pants and lifts it, enough so he can slowly inch it down. (He knows David isn't a very light sleeper. He hopes tonight would be no different.)
He licks his lips as he manages to push the waist of David's pants low enough to expose the Spaniard's naked crotch. Leo thinks, not for the first time, how months ago he'd seen David naked but only to draw him.
David sleeps on, breaths slow and even. Leo feels a surge of love as he examines his boyfriend's face, studying the few freckles just visible, the shape of his mouth--
"Anyway," Leo breathes to himself. He turns his attention back down to the lower parts of David's body, runs a hand down the flat of David's abdomen and down, further, to caress his cock. Leo watches, mesmerized almost, at the way he can see David's body reacting to his touch.
It's nothing new to him, in itself--of course it isn't. But it's David, and Leo is the one causing it, and Leo...Leo likes that a lot.
David is almost completely hard inside his hand and grows stiffer as he strokes. Leo shifts to get comfortable on the bed, leans down to swirl his tongue around the head. He runs his tongue along the length of David's erection, moves back up to taste the salt of the pre-come leaking from David's cock.
David doesn't seem to stir, so Leo takes more of him into his mouth, head bobbing as he slides his lips over David's shaft. He sucks gently, cheeks hollowing, loving the taste of David, loving doing this to him.
Then--David shifts slightly. Leo pulls off to see a flush fading across the Asturian's cheeks, and his mouth open a little more than previously. Smirking, Leo returns to the blowjob and is rewarded a few seconds later by a soft groan of arousal.
He looks up and this time David's eyelids flutter open, brown irises dark with arousal and adorable confusion.
"Leo?" David says, still a little fuzzily.
Leo responds by dipping his head down to take as much of David's cock as he can into his mouth. David lets out a breathy sort of surprised moan; Leo keeps going, relentlessly, hand sliding inside David's thigh to cup him and then:
"Fuck," David gasps. "Leo, I'm. Leo--"
The fingers of his right hand are tangled in Leo's hair and Leo loves the way he pulls, a little, loves the way David's hips shift up helplessly before Leo pins him down, loves, loves.
Leo pulls off sloppily afterward. He swallows and moves up to give David a long kiss, smirking slightly at the way David has to break away to pant.
"Fuck," David manages. "Fuck, Leo."
"All in good time," Leo answers, innocently. "Oh, and. You'd better get cleaned up. We've got to be downstairs in ten minutes."
David narrows his eyes. "Don't think I'll let you get off without--getting off."
*
"Hi," David says, smiling as he and Leo approach the other two boys downstairs in the hotel lobby.
"Why are you so happy?" Cesc asks, suspiciously, as he looks away from Iker.
Iker nudges him and a look of comprehension slowly fades in across the younger boy's face.
"Oh," Cesc smirks. He looks from David to Leo and smirks some more. "Oh, I see."
"What's up?" David says innocently. "I'm just so glad we're all here after all those fucking weeks of school."
"We're just--yeah," Leo agrees, a little lamely.
Iker clears his throat, doing surprisingly well in keeping a straight face, and says, "Any ideas for dinner or shall we wander the streets?"
Cesc gives Leo a glance from under his lashes and mouths something and Leo frowns at him.
I won it all to you
Cesc mouths again, impatient, as Iker and David are discussing dinner.
I want it all do you
Leo mouths back, furrowing his brow,
Cesc, what?!
Cesc gives up with a fling of his hand. David looks over at Leo expectantly and says,
"Shall we go, then?"
"Of course," Cesc says, sweetly. "You and Iker go up ahead, I have something I want to discuss with Leo." He goes over to Leo's side and puts a confidential arm around his shoulder.
"Right," David says. He exchanges a glance with Leo, and then with Iker. "Ok."
They head out, although Cesc lets a good five metres or so fall between him and Leo and their boyfriends.
"What is this about?" Leo asks.
"I was saying 'I want to talk to you'," Cesc sighs. "Okay, I want to know the details! I mean, you got laid. And you'd never gotten laid before. So, yeah." He looks at Leo bright-eyed. "Wasn't it the best?"
Leo flushes slightly, not being like Cesc, exactly. But Cesc has been one of his longest and oldest friends in the world, one of the people who know the most about Leo and who he is.
So he says,
"If you mean--I mean, if by laid you mean--what do you mean?"
Cesc is biting his lip. Leo isn't sure whether it's to keep from smiling or because he's thinking.
"I mean sex. Like, I dunno, I presume David would be on top...but I don't know, maybe he isn't, with you--you get what I mean."
"Right," Leo says. "No, that...that, we haven't."
Cesc says, "Oh, I get it. If it isn't your thing then of course. I--"
"--no, it isn't 'not my thing'," Leo says. He continues (after a slight, confused, pause): "We just haven't. I'm not, I don't know, it's sort of a big step, or at least I feel that way. I've never done it before."
Cesc nods, understanding, and Leo goes on, "So I dunno, if I. Should. If I. Should I?"
"Leo," Cesc snorts. "I love you, tío, but you should be having this conversation with David. Though what I can tell you is that you obviously want to."
And that, Leo supposed, was...that. He would have to talk to David about it. The thought daunted him less, now. He felt like he could talk about anything to David, with him; and that was a big deal for Leo, because he'd never really been one who could do that.
They find a lively restaurant that sits on a cliff overlooking part of the coast, the deep-aqua waves below audible on the sand. As they take their seats the sun is setting, its light throwing the always-beautiful shades of colour across the white tablecloths and the ground.
There were few other things like these settings of natural beauty that could take a normal moment of Leo's life and transform it into something more, a moment of reflection or a milestone, maybe. A moment when he seemed to draw back and see himself from the outside; when he could see where he was in life and what he had, and how he had so much:
Sitting here, with David, Leo thinks, is genuinely one of the happiest moments so far in his life.
What makes it even better--what makes it perfect--is the look in David's eyes when he turns to Leo. It's the same look as Leo's, exactly.
*
"I think we should talk about sleeping together."
David looks up from his paperback novel and stares at Leo, who is standing just inside from the sliding doors of the balcony; the Spaniard is in bed, wearing boxers and a faded salmon (pink) shirt.
"Keep talking," David tells him, smirking. "I'm listening."
"I've never--does it hurt? It hurts, doesn't it." Leo frowns, feeling awkward as he folds his arms across his chest.
"Well," David says, considering. "It definitely doesn't hurt at all if you're on top, Leo."
"I know that," Leo sighs. "But I--I want you to be on top," he mumbles.
"Then it won't hurt if we do it properly," David says. He gets up from the bed and comes over to Leo, leaning in to kiss him as he slides one hand gently across his back. "You know, with lube and plenty of time."
"Do you have lube?" Leo asks automatically, and then feels himself flush slightly at how eager it sounds. But he draws back and David's eyes are giving him away again, the telltale arousal obvious.
"I didn't bring any, I didn't know you'd." David breathes. He continues, after a while: "Fuck, Leo, you don't know what you do to me. It's like it--like it doesn't even matter that I've done it before."
Leo kisses him again and suggests, in a murmur, "Maybe--I don't know, your finger, wouldn't need lube in particular...?"
David inhales, swallows; Leo smirks at what he can do to him.
The next day they set up camp on a corner of a less populated beach. Cesc is determined to swim, while Iker has brought along a large bottle of sunblock; David has his paperback, and Leo, his sketchbook and pencils. Cesc insists though that Leo comes swimming with him.
"So," Cesc says, brightly, resurfacing from the cool water with his hair dripping. "Did you and David have the Talk?"
Leo laughs, looking across the sand at where David has that adorable frown on his face as he reads under the shade of their umbrella. "None of your business."
"So secretive now," Cesc muses. "Oh my god, you guys did it."
"Cesc," Leo sighs. "Don't you think there's much more to a relationship than sex?"
Cesc blinks at him. "Yes, but I'm asking about the sex part."
Leo splashes him affectionately and dives for cover when the Catalan retaliates. Leo comes up laughing, and says: "Well, ok, we didn't do it. For--reasons."
"Neither of you brought lube," Cesc says, and nods sagely when Leo scowls. "It was either condoms or lube. So you're going to buy some, right?"
"No," Leo says. "Forget it. It can wait until we get back."
"But this is a perfect time. And place. Trust me, you don't want to do it for the first time in your dorm room."
"It doesn't matter where," Leo says primly. "So no, Cesc, we're not going to buy anything. We don't have to."
It's Cesc's turn to scowl at Leo, but after a moment he frowns and then gives Leo a satisfied smile, as though he'd reached some solution. Leo eyes him warily.
"What's up?"
"If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then..." Cesc trails off, rather ominously. "I'm going to at least give you the option of doing it here, Messi."
*
"You look very edible."
Leo can't tell through the almost-opaque aviators, but he thinks David is staring up at him. Leo stands by his words, of course. David's skin is turning a delicious shade of brown under the Ibizan sun and his body is some perfect compilation of soft flesh and toned muscle.
"You are getting harder to resist every day," David growls in response, reaching out to tug at Leo's wrist, making him sit down on the wide towel beside him. "Don't say things like that where you can't subsequently make good on your promise. Because yes, I took it as a promise."
Leo laughs, a little nervously when he thinks of his conversation with Cesc in the water. David must notice the note of nerves because the Spaniard pauses, reaches out and caresses Leo's face. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to--Leo gets the message. No rush.
He adored David for this. He was ready now, though. As soon as they got back, as soon as they had everything...he wanted it.
He doesn't say this so much with words, just reaches up to catch David's wrist, brings his knuckles across his lips.
"Mm," David murmurs, and he leans in, propped on one side with his elbow. He tastes like Coca-Cola. Leo smiles.
The four of them laze the day away at the beach. At some point Cesc and Iker go off to buy a drink or something, Leo assumes, because for a while--maybe an hour or two, or three--it's just him and David, side by side, together. Talking or just breathing, just together and Leo is content. Moments like this fill his heart and scare him, a little, too; would he always be this content in just being with David? Or was this just the first phase of their relationship?
When things were this good, how could he expect them to get better?
David's eyes are brown and clear like a brook in autumn and Leo finds then that he doesn't care much for expecting. David makes the present enough, in a way Leo had never quite felt it to be before.
After dinner in a cozy, packed restaurant, they walk back through the lamplit streets to their hotel. They watch a corny gameshow all together in Leo and David's room, and Leo laughs more than the show deserves. David raises an eyebrow at one of his reactions and it makes him laugh harder, until the muscles in his sides and stomach actually hurt a little.
"What the fuck," Iker laughs as the credits start running over the faded out footage of the gameshow host and contestants chatting away onstage. "You need help. But don't get any, because you're perfect for David right now, he needs someone to laugh at his jokes--"
David whops Iker with a spare pillow and Iker leaps nimbly for safety, catches the pillow neatly in his hands when David chucks it at him lightly.
"Woah, don't pillow fight," Cesc says. "I have delicate--mmfffss!!!"
Cesc yanks the pillow away from his face and glares at Leo. "This is the repayment I get?"
"Repayment?" David asks.
Cesc smirks. "Yeah, I gave Leo some advice today. And I'm going to give him some more...at least, he will find it, soon...unless you do..."
David stares at Leo and Leo flushes. Surely Cesc hadn't gone and gotten--
Who was he kidding? Most probably Cesc had.
*
"Something's under the pillow."
David frowns and props himself up on one elbow, feeling under the pillow. Leo traces a finger lazily down David's side before it dawns on him and his eyes widen. It's too late, though.
"Leo?" David says, sitting up, mouth not fully closing as he looks up from the object in his hand to his boyfriend. Leo flushes as he sits up as well, ducking his head slightly.
"Er...um...yeah, Cesc might have bought it."
There's a curious combination of arousal and smirk and adoration on David's face. Leo looks down at the tube, with its unmistakeable label. Thick, water-based, safe for use with condoms.
"So," David says.
"So," Leo mutters. "Check under there again...there're probably condoms too."
David shakes his head as he pushes the pillow aside: there is a small box of condoms, lying innocently on the sheets. "Unbelievable." He darts a glance at Leo with dark eyes from under darker lashes. "You know, I feel kind of pressured, Leo."
Leo grins a little. "You...well, you should."
Taking a slow breath, David twists his fingers slowly into the hair on the back of Leo's head and kisses him. "I guess tonight. Then."
"Yeah," Leo breathes, their lips brushing together when he says the word. He tilts his head and their noses rub together, and it's so familiar--David is so familiar.
They don't speak for a while because there's no need for it, but when Leo is reaching for the Spaniard's last piece of clothing, David pauses and says, "Hey."
Leo glances up, thumb tracing the ridge of the Spaniard's erection through his boxer briefs.
"It's probably not going to be perfect," David sighs. He cards his fingers through Leo's hair and Leo feels a smirk rising to his lips.
"What are you, afraid, Villa?"
David snorts. "As if."
"Afraid you've lost your touch?"
"Hey, at least you know I had a touch." David's eyes are bright and teasing for a moment, then Leo presses his open mouth to the head of David's cock through the cotton and he can see the desire spread across his irises, the colour of something sweet and dark. "I just meant," David tries, before his words fall away in a moan.
Leo draws away and tells him, "I know."
There's certainly never been anything more perfect, Leo thinks, when David is between Leo's thighs and the fingers of his right hand are finding all the right places inside Leo. Even if there was he can't remember anything, can't think of anything but the present, David touching him. The Asturian's breathing is heavy; Leo can see how hard he is, the stiff shaft of his erection untouched between his legs. Leo shuts his eyes and imagines having that inside him. He wants it; David's fingers don't hurt at all now, he wants it, he wants more.
"David," Leo says. "Can you--I want," and he smiles, drunk from the feelings inside him.
There's a condom and more lube and then David, just David. Leo makes a soft sound at David pressing himself to his entrance, one hand on Leo's hip and the other tracing down his stomach.
"You're," David begins, and then he just takes a breath. He nudges his hips forward a little and Leo lets something hitch in his throat: he can feel him, the first inch of David inside him. Then David shuts his eyes, or maybe Leo shuts his, he doesn't know, and he can feel the rest of him: hot, warm, so alive; perfect.
"If anything," Leo whispers, "it's my legs that hurt."
David tries and fails to bite back a smile. "We can...try different positions."
Leo imagines that, breathing deep as David starts to move, sliding almost completely out of him before easing back in.
"Later," Leo manages. "Let's do that later."
*
"Hello."
When Leo wakes up David is gazing down, a smile playing across his mouth, chin propped on one hand and his weight on that elbow.
"Good morning," Leo utters, and he blushes a little when he moves and realises that he's still entirely naked. David, too. He remembers David cleaning them off last night with a warm towel, but clearly neither of them had been bothered to get their clothes back on.
Leo takes in David's naked body, David like he'd seen him countless times before. Then he allows himself to remember, in moments--the previous night--moments that make the skin of his back tingle.
He knows what it feels like to have David inside him.
Most of all, Leo thinks, he knows now that he loves David; that David loved him; and whatever happened later, his first time had been perfect.
"It was a good night, too," David says. Leo rolls his eyes at the half joke, half teasing invitation. The Spaniard is very hard to resist, lying there so perfectly and so close.
Then David makes to sit up, and Leo blurts, "Are we going out today?" He can hear the obvious disappointment evident in his own voice, the same disappointment that is no doubt causing a delicious smirk to spread across his boyfriend's face.
"Certainly not," David purrs. "Now that I've got you in bed I intend to keep you there as long as possible."
"We should tell them we're not going out," Leo says, thinking of Cesc and Iker waiting in the lobby and then mentally quailing a little at the thought of having to face Cesc.
"I think they won't wait around." David disappears into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Leo sits up and pushes his hands through messy hair, noticing only now their clothes on the carpet beside the bed, the bottle of lube, the discarded foil condom packet. (Clearly Cesc's plan had worked out perfectly.)
The sound of the shower goes on. Leo tiptoes to the bathroom door and leans against the frame, watching the Asturian run his hands over his body, palm lingering just a touch longer low down his abdomen. David turns and grins at Leo.
"Are you coming in or just...watching?"
Leo smiles. Both options seem equally good.