and the point of it all is I love you. ( 5 & 6/16)
Two short stories for fillesanyonnon, my beautiful empress.
Title: Strawberries & wine
Pairing: Marouane Chamakh / Yoann Gourcuff
Rating: R
"Oh, it's not like I haven't tasted the wine here... ," Marouane, lazily smiling, defended himself and then parted his lips, letting Yoann lay the strawberry's tip onto his bottom lip. As he bit into it, his eyes were fixed on Yoann closely, memorizing the glint in his lover's eyes, all the hazy layers which clouded his gaze more and more. "Actually, thanks to you, I have drunk wine quite frequently ..."
He smiled at Yoann who was dipping what was left of the strawberry into his wine glass again, watching as the fruit soaked up the burgundy liquid.
"... and still you've never eaten strawberries with wine ... what a terrible miss ...," the Frenchman mused lowly, holding the fruit up to Marouane's lips again. This time, Marouane ate it all with once.
"Mhhh ...," Marouane hummed in agreement, letting his tongue swipe over his lips to make sure to catch both, the last drops of wine lingering there and Yoann's heavy gaze, his full attention.
He could see and feel that his lover was hard in his shorts, not so surprisingly. There was something so dark and deeply sexual in the way Yoann dipped the tiny fruits into his glass and then offered them to Marouane with an almost shy flutter of his eyelids, something that arroused Marouane all the same.
"So ...," he therefore murmured, stoppig Yoann from picking another strawberry up and griping his wrist instead while his other hand gently cupped the bulge in Yoann's oh so light shorts. "... what you were trying to say earlier is that everything tastes better with good wine, no?"
"Yes ...," Yoann whispered, his hips leaning in against Marouane's touch which seemed to be a bit too light for Yoann's liking.
"...everything?," Marouane was teasing him now, squeezing Yoann's dick in his hands only once and still he revelled in the feeling of it, how Yoann reacted to him.
"Yes ...," the Frenchman's eyelids fluttered close now, he throw his head back, slowly but oh so sensual, causing a mischievous smile creeping over Marouane's face.
"We're going to see if that's really true, then. ... Bedroom. Strip for me on the way there. And don't forget to take the wine with you. Now, beautiful ..."
Never in his life had Marouane seen Yoann scramble to life so immediately, almost tripping over his own feet as he stood up from the sofa, away from Marouane, yanking his shirt over his head already while he tightly gripped the wine bottle with his other hand.
When he had halfway left the room, Marouane still smiled to himself before he followed his lover upstairs.
This, for sure, was going to be delicious ...
*
Title: The Playlist
Pairing: Ezequiel Garay / Gonzalo Higuain
Rating: PG-13
It was three nights after Ezequiel had picked up his injury, one night before Gonzalo was to leave the city for a Champions League game in Milan when the striker fondled a thin envelope out of his backpocket and gave it to Ezequiel.
"What's this ...?" the defender asked curiously, weighting the light envelope in his hands.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you ... but not now ...," Gonzalo smiled, something in the other man's eyes making Ezequiel aware of his nervousness. "... just. Don't lose it in the meantime. Keep it somewhere where you can find it later ..."
Still curious, Ezequiel put the envelope right next to him unto the small table right next to his bed, not wanting to walk around with his crutches in front of Gonzalo as he still was insecure with them.
"So ... I guess you've not only come here to give me this, have you?" he then smiled, creaking space for the other man on the bed.
"Silly you ...," Gonzalo pulled his shirt above his head and threw it mindlessly away. "... of course that wasn't everything I came here for ..."
*
Two days from then, Ezequiel was lying in his bed alone, watching the match flicker across his flatscreen.
He had put the commentator on mute after the first few minutes, the man's annoying and hectical analytic tries too much for him to bear at the moment, and therefore was even concentrading harder on what he saw.
They played very well, Ezequiel had to admit that. And Carvalho and Pepe made quite a good match together. It hurt him more than he had expected it.
In the very same second that Mourinho substituted Gonzalo with Karim, Ezequiel switched off the TV.
Enough for tonight - his boys did great without him, they didn't seem to need his support from the distance.
*
Around three hours later, Ezequiel hadn't gone to bed for reasons he himself did not know, his cellphone rang.
pirata, the caller's ID read and Ezequiel furrowed his brows in wonder.
Nevertheless, he picked up the phone.
"Yes? ...," he answered it, leaning back into the pillows on his sofa.
"Hey ... don't be surprised, it's me ..."
Gonzalo's voice had Ezequiel sitting straight up, even if the slight pain in his leg reminded him that he had to be careful with sudden movements.
"Hey... why you're calling from Esteban's phone, then?"
"I left my charger at yours, I think ...," Gonzalo replied. "But anyway ... how are you?"
"Awake and breathing ...," Ezequiel replied dryly, regretting it in the very next second. "I mean ... I'm okay. ..."
Gonzalo was quiet on the other side of the phone for a while, until Ezequiel heard him fumbling with something.
"Do you remember the envelope I gave to you? ... Do you think you could find it for me now? ... Oh, and you're going to need your laptop for this ..."
Luckily, Ezequiel had both things within his reach anyway.
"Now open up the envelope ... you'll see that it's a list of songs. ... What I need you to do now is to go to youtube and listen to first song on the list. And tell me as soon as you hit play ..."
Again, Ezequiel did as he was told.
After having scanned the list with his eyes quickly, none of the songs familiar to him, he opened up youtube and typed the name of the first song into the search box.
'Annan Water - The Decemberists'
"Found it ...," he told Gonzalo, who had waited for him to finish.
"Okay. Then press play now ... and listen to it ..."
"Are you listening to the same song?"
Gonzalo lowly laughed for that.
"Well, that's pretty much the idea. ... I have all of these songs uploaded to my Ipod. ... I thought hearing the same song connects, in a way. ... oh, hold on, hold on, this is my favourite part of the song ..."
Ezequiel listened, a deep smile spreading over his face. He liked the song, but the knowledge that Gonzalo listened to it as well in the very same second made it twice as good.
They spend almost the whole night like this,going through half of the list Gonzalo had made, until Ezequiel could hear that Gonzalo apparently had fallen asleep at the other side of the line.
Ezequiel listened to his boyfriend's breaths for a while, until a soft rustle in the speaker phone caught his attention again.
"Eze?" Esteban's voice was very low, apparently he didn't want to wake the sleeping striker up. "... do you want to listen to him sleeping any longer, or ..."
"No, no, it's okay ...," Ezequiel interrupted his friend quickly, reminding himself that it was Esteban's phone after all. "If you want to call Pilar or something it's okay, go ahead ..."
"Alright, thank you ... I just wasn't sure ... I mean ... sleep well then, Eze ..."
"You too, Esteban ...," Ezequiel smiled, before the connection was cut.
It didn't took him long to fall asleep after that, the knowledge that Gonzalo was always just one song away having cooled down his mind.
Title: Strawberries & wine
Pairing: Marouane Chamakh / Yoann Gourcuff
Rating: R
"Oh, it's not like I haven't tasted the wine here... ," Marouane, lazily smiling, defended himself and then parted his lips, letting Yoann lay the strawberry's tip onto his bottom lip. As he bit into it, his eyes were fixed on Yoann closely, memorizing the glint in his lover's eyes, all the hazy layers which clouded his gaze more and more. "Actually, thanks to you, I have drunk wine quite frequently ..."
He smiled at Yoann who was dipping what was left of the strawberry into his wine glass again, watching as the fruit soaked up the burgundy liquid.
"... and still you've never eaten strawberries with wine ... what a terrible miss ...," the Frenchman mused lowly, holding the fruit up to Marouane's lips again. This time, Marouane ate it all with once.
"Mhhh ...," Marouane hummed in agreement, letting his tongue swipe over his lips to make sure to catch both, the last drops of wine lingering there and Yoann's heavy gaze, his full attention.
He could see and feel that his lover was hard in his shorts, not so surprisingly. There was something so dark and deeply sexual in the way Yoann dipped the tiny fruits into his glass and then offered them to Marouane with an almost shy flutter of his eyelids, something that arroused Marouane all the same.
"So ...," he therefore murmured, stoppig Yoann from picking another strawberry up and griping his wrist instead while his other hand gently cupped the bulge in Yoann's oh so light shorts. "... what you were trying to say earlier is that everything tastes better with good wine, no?"
"Yes ...," Yoann whispered, his hips leaning in against Marouane's touch which seemed to be a bit too light for Yoann's liking.
"...everything?," Marouane was teasing him now, squeezing Yoann's dick in his hands only once and still he revelled in the feeling of it, how Yoann reacted to him.
"Yes ...," the Frenchman's eyelids fluttered close now, he throw his head back, slowly but oh so sensual, causing a mischievous smile creeping over Marouane's face.
"We're going to see if that's really true, then. ... Bedroom. Strip for me on the way there. And don't forget to take the wine with you. Now, beautiful ..."
Never in his life had Marouane seen Yoann scramble to life so immediately, almost tripping over his own feet as he stood up from the sofa, away from Marouane, yanking his shirt over his head already while he tightly gripped the wine bottle with his other hand.
When he had halfway left the room, Marouane still smiled to himself before he followed his lover upstairs.
This, for sure, was going to be delicious ...
*
Title: The Playlist
Pairing: Ezequiel Garay / Gonzalo Higuain
Rating: PG-13
It was three nights after Ezequiel had picked up his injury, one night before Gonzalo was to leave the city for a Champions League game in Milan when the striker fondled a thin envelope out of his backpocket and gave it to Ezequiel.
"What's this ...?" the defender asked curiously, weighting the light envelope in his hands.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you ... but not now ...," Gonzalo smiled, something in the other man's eyes making Ezequiel aware of his nervousness. "... just. Don't lose it in the meantime. Keep it somewhere where you can find it later ..."
Still curious, Ezequiel put the envelope right next to him unto the small table right next to his bed, not wanting to walk around with his crutches in front of Gonzalo as he still was insecure with them.
"So ... I guess you've not only come here to give me this, have you?" he then smiled, creaking space for the other man on the bed.
"Silly you ...," Gonzalo pulled his shirt above his head and threw it mindlessly away. "... of course that wasn't everything I came here for ..."
*
Two days from then, Ezequiel was lying in his bed alone, watching the match flicker across his flatscreen.
He had put the commentator on mute after the first few minutes, the man's annoying and hectical analytic tries too much for him to bear at the moment, and therefore was even concentrading harder on what he saw.
They played very well, Ezequiel had to admit that. And Carvalho and Pepe made quite a good match together. It hurt him more than he had expected it.
In the very same second that Mourinho substituted Gonzalo with Karim, Ezequiel switched off the TV.
Enough for tonight - his boys did great without him, they didn't seem to need his support from the distance.
*
Around three hours later, Ezequiel hadn't gone to bed for reasons he himself did not know, his cellphone rang.
pirata, the caller's ID read and Ezequiel furrowed his brows in wonder.
Nevertheless, he picked up the phone.
"Yes? ...," he answered it, leaning back into the pillows on his sofa.
"Hey ... don't be surprised, it's me ..."
Gonzalo's voice had Ezequiel sitting straight up, even if the slight pain in his leg reminded him that he had to be careful with sudden movements.
"Hey... why you're calling from Esteban's phone, then?"
"I left my charger at yours, I think ...," Gonzalo replied. "But anyway ... how are you?"
"Awake and breathing ...," Ezequiel replied dryly, regretting it in the very next second. "I mean ... I'm okay. ..."
Gonzalo was quiet on the other side of the phone for a while, until Ezequiel heard him fumbling with something.
"Do you remember the envelope I gave to you? ... Do you think you could find it for me now? ... Oh, and you're going to need your laptop for this ..."
Luckily, Ezequiel had both things within his reach anyway.
"Now open up the envelope ... you'll see that it's a list of songs. ... What I need you to do now is to go to youtube and listen to first song on the list. And tell me as soon as you hit play ..."
Again, Ezequiel did as he was told.
After having scanned the list with his eyes quickly, none of the songs familiar to him, he opened up youtube and typed the name of the first song into the search box.
'Annan Water - The Decemberists'
"Found it ...," he told Gonzalo, who had waited for him to finish.
"Okay. Then press play now ... and listen to it ..."
"Are you listening to the same song?"
Gonzalo lowly laughed for that.
"Well, that's pretty much the idea. ... I have all of these songs uploaded to my Ipod. ... I thought hearing the same song connects, in a way. ... oh, hold on, hold on, this is my favourite part of the song ..."
Ezequiel listened, a deep smile spreading over his face. He liked the song, but the knowledge that Gonzalo listened to it as well in the very same second made it twice as good.
They spend almost the whole night like this,going through half of the list Gonzalo had made, until Ezequiel could hear that Gonzalo apparently had fallen asleep at the other side of the line.
Ezequiel listened to his boyfriend's breaths for a while, until a soft rustle in the speaker phone caught his attention again.
"Eze?" Esteban's voice was very low, apparently he didn't want to wake the sleeping striker up. "... do you want to listen to him sleeping any longer, or ..."
"No, no, it's okay ...," Ezequiel interrupted his friend quickly, reminding himself that it was Esteban's phone after all. "If you want to call Pilar or something it's okay, go ahead ..."
"Alright, thank you ... I just wasn't sure ... I mean ... sleep well then, Eze ..."
"You too, Esteban ...," Ezequiel smiled, before the connection was cut.
It didn't took him long to fall asleep after that, the knowledge that Gonzalo was always just one song away having cooled down his mind.