fic: Surfer Suit (Aritz Aduriz/Juan Mata, PG-13)
Title: Surfer Suit
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS,
Pairing: Aritz Aduriz/Juan Mata
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: One day, right out of the blue, Juan started to give Aritz weird looks.
Dedication: For july_v, who requested this pairing and the prompt "surfer".
Word Count: 1,313
A/N: Inspired by this video, in which Aduriz is posing for a photo with surfers, wearing a surfer suit, and looking absolutely gorgeous. Especially his bum.
Thanks to jennis_footie for the beta! *glomps*
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
*****
Aritz had never regretted joining Valencia. His new teammates had welcomed him warmly and quickly included him in their conversations and free-time activities, the club officials valued him highly and chose him for photo shoots and promotional campaigns, and he hadn't received any calls from the merchandise department that his shirt wasn't selling well enough.
And then, at some point, something changed. Right out of the blue, Juan started giving him weird looks whenever they met, be it in the locker room, on the bus, in hotels, or when they met in private with other teammates. Usually Aritz would ignore such things or shrug them off as unimportant. However, this was Juan, and Aritz had long given up fighting the fact that he liked him just a little bit more than everyone else he knew. Well, a lot more, actually. He'd always tried his best not get in Juan's bad books, and if he was completely honest the looks Juan gave him were more than just mildly disconcerting.
One day, he plucked up all his courage and asked Juan what the matter was. The young midfielder feigned surprise at first, pretending not to know what Aritz was talking about, but Aritz didn't let the matter rest and finally, some hours later, he found Juan on his doorstep, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry," Juan said after having been ushered into Aritz's flat, "I was behaving like an idiot. I just..." There was a pause, then Juan continued, determined. "You have to promise me one thing."
Aritz gave him an expectant look.
Juan's gaze dropped to the floor. His cheeks reddened slightly. "You have to promise me you'll never wear that surfer suit anywhere again."
Aritz stared at him. That clearly wasn't what he'd expected Juan to say! "The surfer suit?"
Juan nodded. "Yes. The one you wore in that promo video for the club."
"What's wrong with that suit?" Aritz had no idea what Juan was getting at.
The younger man cleared his throat, still staring at the floor. "It… Well, it makes you look… it makes your… uhm…" By now the blush was unmistakeable on Juan's face. He swallowed. "You must promise me you won't wear it again, otherwise… otherwise I can't guarantee I won't do anything stupid." The last few words were almost inaudible.
Aritz opened his mouth, but no words came out. His mind was completely blank. What the hell was going on? Surely Juan didn't mean… couldn't mean…
"Stupid?" he finally managed to say. "Like what?"
Juan coughed, still refusing to tear his gaze off the floor. "You don't want to know."
"What if…" Aritz said, suddenly feeling reckless. "What if I want you to do something stupid?" He knew he was playing with fire, and he was perfectly aware that the chances of Juan actually being interested in him were slim, what with the age difference and all. But there were only few ways to interpret Juan's words, and Aritz figured that this was his chance to find out the truth.
Juan stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
Aritz swallowed, feeling the blush creep across his cheeks. God, what was he doing? Had he gone insane? "What if I want you to do something stupid?" he repeated against his better judgement, trying to ignore his frantically beating heart.
Juan's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You can't want that," he said, sounding almost shocked. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I think I do," Aritz said, his mouth curving into a small smile. "Whichever stupid thing you might want to do… well, chances are I've already thought about doing it with you."
"You have?" Juan managed hoarsely, looking utterly adorable with his flushed face and his wide eyes. "You mean, you… you noticed me?"
Aritz could have laughed at the question. Juan might just as well have asked him if the sky was blue. "I couldn't help it," he confessed. "And you, did you…?"
Juan nodded, smiling shyly. "I noticed you too. Even before that video, I did, but now I can't…" His face reddened further. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
Aritz chuckled in disbelief, stunned by Juan's confession. "Sorry, I just… I can't believe you said that."
In a corner of his mind he figured he had to be dreaming all of this. Was Juan actually standing in front of him, telling him he fancied him, or was he just imagining it all, wishing it to be true? Juan was a wonderful guy and probably had thousands of admirers, so why would he pick Aritz, seven years his elder, less famous than others, and definitely less good-looking?
Juan smiled and took a step closer, then another, until there was no space left between them. "Maybe you'll believe this?" he said before stretching upwards slightly, and then their lips met, warm and soft and willing, and Aritz's mind stopped functioning.
Juan kissed like he played football, rapidly and determinedly and purposefully, taking complete control of Aritz's senses, and the striker could do nothing but surrender to the sensation and respond eagerly.
He couldn't say how long they had been kissing, only that it was over way too quickly, but when they eventually pulled apart, they were both slightly out of breath. Juan was looking at him with bright eyes, his face wonderfully flushed, and his tempting lips slightly swollen, glistening from the kiss they'd just shared. He looked so absolutely ravishable that Aritz wanted to grab him, carry him into the bedroom, rip all his clothes off, and make him groan and pant and scream. But he had to be sure that Juan wanted it as much as he did. It was quite a stretch from wanting to do 'stupid things' to wanting to have sex.
"What…" Aritz started, scratching the back of his neck as he groped for the right words to say. He hadn't been this horny in a while and it made rational thought rather difficult. "What do you… uhm…"
Juan smiled at him. "I thought we were clear on that," he said, then chuckled. "Unless you can't think of any stupid things you want to do with me after all?"
Aritz laughed. "Believe me, I can think of a lot of stupid things I want to do with you," he assured him, "but I want to be sure you want them too."
Juan let out a throaty chuckle at that. "Dude, I've been fantasising about you fucking me in about a hundred different ways ever since I saw that damned video, and it's probably quite obvious how horny I am right now, so…"
Aritz gasped as Juan's words filled his mind with images of the two of them, naked, sweaty, fucking. God, how much he wanted this. His cock was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans, and his throat was suddenly dry. "A hundred different ways?"
Juan grinned. "About that, yes. Do you think we can try them all?"
That made Aritz laugh despite himself. "Not today, no," he said. "But if we start right now, maybe we'll get through the list within the next two weeks?"
Juan grinned. "Excellent idea." One of his hands landed on Aritz's butt and squeezed lightly. "Come on, show me what you were hiding under that surfer suit."
"Does that mean you never looked in the showers?" Aritz teased, smirking.
Juan snorted. "I don't know about you but I'd rather not get a blatant boner when the entire team can see it," he said with a wink.
Aritz laughed at the remark, enjoying this new, cheeky side of Juan that he hadn't been aware of before. "Come on, then." He pulled his new lover towards the bedroom. "Show me that blatant boner of yours, and maybe I can show you how many interesting things I can do with it."
Juan had no objections to that at all.
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS,
Pairing: Aritz Aduriz/Juan Mata
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: One day, right out of the blue, Juan started to give Aritz weird looks.
Dedication: For july_v, who requested this pairing and the prompt "surfer".
Word Count: 1,313
A/N: Inspired by this video, in which Aduriz is posing for a photo with surfers, wearing a surfer suit, and looking absolutely gorgeous. Especially his bum.
Thanks to jennis_footie for the beta! *glomps*
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
*****
Aritz had never regretted joining Valencia. His new teammates had welcomed him warmly and quickly included him in their conversations and free-time activities, the club officials valued him highly and chose him for photo shoots and promotional campaigns, and he hadn't received any calls from the merchandise department that his shirt wasn't selling well enough.
And then, at some point, something changed. Right out of the blue, Juan started giving him weird looks whenever they met, be it in the locker room, on the bus, in hotels, or when they met in private with other teammates. Usually Aritz would ignore such things or shrug them off as unimportant. However, this was Juan, and Aritz had long given up fighting the fact that he liked him just a little bit more than everyone else he knew. Well, a lot more, actually. He'd always tried his best not get in Juan's bad books, and if he was completely honest the looks Juan gave him were more than just mildly disconcerting.
One day, he plucked up all his courage and asked Juan what the matter was. The young midfielder feigned surprise at first, pretending not to know what Aritz was talking about, but Aritz didn't let the matter rest and finally, some hours later, he found Juan on his doorstep, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry," Juan said after having been ushered into Aritz's flat, "I was behaving like an idiot. I just..." There was a pause, then Juan continued, determined. "You have to promise me one thing."
Aritz gave him an expectant look.
Juan's gaze dropped to the floor. His cheeks reddened slightly. "You have to promise me you'll never wear that surfer suit anywhere again."
Aritz stared at him. That clearly wasn't what he'd expected Juan to say! "The surfer suit?"
Juan nodded. "Yes. The one you wore in that promo video for the club."
"What's wrong with that suit?" Aritz had no idea what Juan was getting at.
The younger man cleared his throat, still staring at the floor. "It… Well, it makes you look… it makes your… uhm…" By now the blush was unmistakeable on Juan's face. He swallowed. "You must promise me you won't wear it again, otherwise… otherwise I can't guarantee I won't do anything stupid." The last few words were almost inaudible.
Aritz opened his mouth, but no words came out. His mind was completely blank. What the hell was going on? Surely Juan didn't mean… couldn't mean…
"Stupid?" he finally managed to say. "Like what?"
Juan coughed, still refusing to tear his gaze off the floor. "You don't want to know."
"What if…" Aritz said, suddenly feeling reckless. "What if I want you to do something stupid?" He knew he was playing with fire, and he was perfectly aware that the chances of Juan actually being interested in him were slim, what with the age difference and all. But there were only few ways to interpret Juan's words, and Aritz figured that this was his chance to find out the truth.
Juan stared at him in disbelief. "What?"
Aritz swallowed, feeling the blush creep across his cheeks. God, what was he doing? Had he gone insane? "What if I want you to do something stupid?" he repeated against his better judgement, trying to ignore his frantically beating heart.
Juan's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You can't want that," he said, sounding almost shocked. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I think I do," Aritz said, his mouth curving into a small smile. "Whichever stupid thing you might want to do… well, chances are I've already thought about doing it with you."
"You have?" Juan managed hoarsely, looking utterly adorable with his flushed face and his wide eyes. "You mean, you… you noticed me?"
Aritz could have laughed at the question. Juan might just as well have asked him if the sky was blue. "I couldn't help it," he confessed. "And you, did you…?"
Juan nodded, smiling shyly. "I noticed you too. Even before that video, I did, but now I can't…" His face reddened further. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
Aritz chuckled in disbelief, stunned by Juan's confession. "Sorry, I just… I can't believe you said that."
In a corner of his mind he figured he had to be dreaming all of this. Was Juan actually standing in front of him, telling him he fancied him, or was he just imagining it all, wishing it to be true? Juan was a wonderful guy and probably had thousands of admirers, so why would he pick Aritz, seven years his elder, less famous than others, and definitely less good-looking?
Juan smiled and took a step closer, then another, until there was no space left between them. "Maybe you'll believe this?" he said before stretching upwards slightly, and then their lips met, warm and soft and willing, and Aritz's mind stopped functioning.
Juan kissed like he played football, rapidly and determinedly and purposefully, taking complete control of Aritz's senses, and the striker could do nothing but surrender to the sensation and respond eagerly.
He couldn't say how long they had been kissing, only that it was over way too quickly, but when they eventually pulled apart, they were both slightly out of breath. Juan was looking at him with bright eyes, his face wonderfully flushed, and his tempting lips slightly swollen, glistening from the kiss they'd just shared. He looked so absolutely ravishable that Aritz wanted to grab him, carry him into the bedroom, rip all his clothes off, and make him groan and pant and scream. But he had to be sure that Juan wanted it as much as he did. It was quite a stretch from wanting to do 'stupid things' to wanting to have sex.
"What…" Aritz started, scratching the back of his neck as he groped for the right words to say. He hadn't been this horny in a while and it made rational thought rather difficult. "What do you… uhm…"
Juan smiled at him. "I thought we were clear on that," he said, then chuckled. "Unless you can't think of any stupid things you want to do with me after all?"
Aritz laughed. "Believe me, I can think of a lot of stupid things I want to do with you," he assured him, "but I want to be sure you want them too."
Juan let out a throaty chuckle at that. "Dude, I've been fantasising about you fucking me in about a hundred different ways ever since I saw that damned video, and it's probably quite obvious how horny I am right now, so…"
Aritz gasped as Juan's words filled his mind with images of the two of them, naked, sweaty, fucking. God, how much he wanted this. His cock was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans, and his throat was suddenly dry. "A hundred different ways?"
Juan grinned. "About that, yes. Do you think we can try them all?"
That made Aritz laugh despite himself. "Not today, no," he said. "But if we start right now, maybe we'll get through the list within the next two weeks?"
Juan grinned. "Excellent idea." One of his hands landed on Aritz's butt and squeezed lightly. "Come on, show me what you were hiding under that surfer suit."
"Does that mean you never looked in the showers?" Aritz teased, smirking.
Juan snorted. "I don't know about you but I'd rather not get a blatant boner when the entire team can see it," he said with a wink.
Aritz laughed at the remark, enjoying this new, cheeky side of Juan that he hadn't been aware of before. "Come on, then." He pulled his new lover towards the bedroom. "Show me that blatant boner of yours, and maybe I can show you how many interesting things I can do with it."
Juan had no objections to that at all.