untitled. Oneshot.
Title: untitled
Pairing: Guti / Karim Benzema
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Actually, none. Apart from language, if you're squirmish.
Disclaimer: I eat, I pray, I love and I make stories up.
Word count: 2. 363
Author's Note: written for the fslashexchange, round 4, along the lines of elf_md's request. ... Interesting fact, when I started writing on this I was determined as hell to make this Karim/Esteban ... so much for the plan. And then, suddenly, Guti took over. "-.-
+ Anyway, there was something about these two. And they were brilliant together.
++ This fandom still needs more Karim!fic.
Karim had heard these stories. Of course he had. Everyone knew them.
Real wasn’t just any team, at least, and so of course they had their certain rituals - at least that was what everyone secretly told him about. Of course no one he talked to had been through any sort of procedure that he was about to go through themselves, still it seemed as if all of them had a word of advice for him. Warnings, mostly.
There were rumors about the initiation into the team, a must for all of the players joining the squad except for the ones descending from the Castilla. They were the miraculous exception to the initiation ritual - at least that was what the people said.
What exactly these rituals were about, the people hadn’t told Karim, just that they were ought to be rather … well, different. Just like the whole club was said to be different, on a completely different level to what Karim had been used to up until now.
It turned out that this, Real being different, had been the only point the people Karim had spoken to had been right about. The rest of it seemed to consist of false rumors, after all.
#
“You’re late …,” Guti remarked sarcastically, holding the door open for Karim nonetheless.
“Uh … yeah …,” the Frenchman replied, not sure of what else to say and dropped his bag unto the floor of the by now already completely empty locker room. “Got some troubles on the way…”
He couldn’t help the faint blush creeping into his cheeks. And of course Guti noticed.
“So you got lost again, huh?” His vice-captain replied teasingly and chuckled even more when the blush on Karim’s cheeks deepened. “Oh, you … Was the first tour around Raúl has given you not enough? Do you need another one?”
“I thought we were running late …,” Karim only vaguely shot back, not wanting Guti to see the spark in his eyes when the older man mentioned him showing Karim around again. Karim didn’t want Guti to know how much he’d actually enjoy that. So he just slipped into his shoes, laced them as best as he could and then jogged off towards the training grounds.
But of course the vice-captain hadn’t missed that, either.
“So you do want me to show you around…”
Guti shook his head, smiling to himself, before he followed the young Frenchman unto the field.
#
The silence in the locker room could only be described as smothering.
All of them were sitting at their places, heads hanging low. At first they all had looked at Raúl, expecting forgiveness, salvation, anything at all, but their captain had fallen just as silent as they had. Defeats against Barcelona were never easy to take, but this one was particularly bitter.
Their coach seemed to be exceptionally pissed off, no wonder, they hadn’t just lost all chances of winning the league against all odds but also practically signed their coach being sacked at the end of the season, still the way he turned his anger out on them came by surprise to most of them.
They took his rage in in silence, knowing somewhere deep in their hearts that they deserved it.
But when the coach turned on them individually - and focused on Karim at first, Karim of all people - Guti had enough. Quicker than any of the other men could have reacted he was up at his feet and practically threw himself in between the coach and the shy Frenchman who had sunken down on his place and looked ready to vanish every second.
“It’s enough!” Guti bellowed, sending a shiver down all of their spines. He was their vice-captain, after all. And even though Raúl only took a few seconds to be at his side, trying to calm him with a touch to his shoulder, even the coach flinched a little and took a few steps back. “It’s not like he was the only one fucking up tonight, leave him be! It’s not his fault …”
Ignoring the coach and shaking Raúl’s hand off his shoulder, Guti turned to face Karim and knealt down in front of him, his piercing blue eyes finding the intimidated gaze of the Frenchman. His voice was a lot quieter and more reassuring now.
“Are you alright?”
“I … I think so, yes …”
“Good …,” Guti nodded curtly.
And then, without taking notice of anyone else in the still quiet locker room apart from, he grabbed his back and looked asking at Karim. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”
#
“Truth or Dare … Karim!”
The Frenchman groaned inwardly. He had been trying to sit as quietly and unmoving in his corner as he could - unsuccessful as it seemed now. For a moment he contemplated to act as if he didn’t understand what was going on at all, but then again, Truth or Dare was just one of these universal phenomenona you just couldn’t escape.
“Truth …,” he therefore whispered around the neck of his bottle, downing the rest of his beer in order to prepare for what was about to come. He had watched Gonzalo for long enough now to know that this would by now means end in a pleasant affair. Almost as if to verify his thoughts, a devilish grin was now spreading on the Argentine’s face, one that made Karim reach for another bottle of beer involuntarily. Esteban handed it to him with a knowing and pitying expression.
“So … we already know you like doing little girls …”
“Fuck you, Pip, we know who’s the Madrilenian bitches’ favourite…”
“ … well anyway,” Gonzalo continued, waving Sergio off who was lying splayed out across Iker’s and Raúl’s lap, “… where was I? … Oh, right. … So we know you like doing girls … but you never told us about the boys’ side, did you?”
Karim tried to swallow, hard, but there seemed to be something like a large lump in his throat. He downed a good quarter of his newly opened bottle, feeling all eyes on him as he did so. All eyes except for Esteban’s, who was glaring at Gonzalo with undisguised irritation. Karim could almost physically feel them on his skin, but the gaze he was most aware of was the one of two irritatingly beautiful blue eyes boring right into him.
“Well … there’s nothing to say about the boys’ side …,” he responded hastily and lowly, trying to get over with it as soon as possible.
“What? Would you please speak to me and not to your bottle, I’d appreciate it …”
“I said … well, there’s not much to tell as far as the boys are concerned … I guess …”
Karim tried to look everywhere, down on Sergio’s smooth carpet, out of the window into the dark garden beyond it, unto the label of his beer bottle, up to Esteban who was still glaring at Gonzalo, everywhere but into Guti’s direction.
“Well, well … so you’re a virgin when it comes to this?” Gonzalo kept on asking, confident now that he knew he had struck a nerve. Karim could already feel the blush creeping into his cheeks again. He wanted to respond with something, something that would end the conversation at this point but he couldn’t think of something quickly enough. He heard how Gonzalo opened his mouth to say something else but then there was Guti’s voice, cutting through the tensioned silence.
“I think you’ve gotten your answer, Gonzalo. And if you didn’t get it, well, that’s your fault. … Time to call it a night, boys, I’d say … Shoo, into your beds, but everyone into their own, you hear me?”
Karim wanted to raise his gaze to thank Guti for this interruption. But he couldn’t. Shame was still shooting through his body in hot waves, leaving his face burning red and his heart beating ridiculously fast. He just turned to Esteban who had promised to drive him home that night, only to find the young Spaniard already with Karim’s coat in his hands.
Esteban didn’t say a single word on the drive back to Karim’s home. The Frenchman was infinitely grateful for that.
#
“So … how much do I get for asking that?”
Gonzalo was pressing up close right into Guti’s personal space and he seemed to be aware of it, yet the Argentine didn’t seem to mind. Guti only raised an eyebrow challengingly.
“What about I’ll spare your life if you get out of here during the next twenty seconds, wouldn’t that be something?”
Gonzalo snorted, but took a few steps into the door’s direction nonetheless.
“As you wish, horny old man. … Go on and pretend that I didn’t do you a major favor tonight …,” he opened the door and was almost lost in the night when he turned around again for a last time. “Sweet French dreams, Guti …”
And with that, Gonzalo was gone.
Guti leaned in the door and watched him disappearing into the night.
“Little Argentine bastard ….”
#
“You want to come over after practice?”
Karim did almost trip at the words and only caught himself in the last moment. He hadn’t spoken to Guti since that happening at Sergio’s and that had been more than a week ago. A week filled with him being so ashamed at first that going to training was more torture than anything else. Slowly, the others seemed to forget about the Truth or Dare game, though, and so Karim was relaxing again, just as slowly. Well, he had been, up until Guti’s offer.
Not sure how else to react, the Frenchman found himself nodding out of pure instinct.
A bright smile unfolded on Guti’s features. An earnest one.
“Brilliant. … I’ll see you around, then …”
He had jogged off already when Karim found his voice again.
“Yeah … sure …”
#
Karim wondered how he even managed to breathe, still. Yes, the windows were wide-open to allow as much air into the room as possible, filling it with stark sunlight streaming through the thick bank of clouds, but as soon as he started to think about where he was, who he was with and most of all what he was doing, all air seemed to leave his lungs in a sudden rush.
Guti was more than just gentle and careful with him, though, his eyes constantly fixed on Karim, watching his body and his eyes for the slightest signs of discomfort or uneasiness. His hands were just as gentle as they slowly stripped Karim from all of his clothes until he was left lying in Guti’s soft bed completely naked. All the time, Guti kept whispering the softest and sweetest of things directly into Karim’s ear, sweet nothings that made his heart flutter and his whole body feel light; he felt like floating more than lying on a bed, really.
“Does this still feel good …?,” Guti whispered into his ears, his fingers playing lightly over Karim’s entrance now, literally touching skin that had never been touched before, not by anyone. It felt different and it made Karim shudder, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. And that was exactly what he told Guti, whispering it into the shell of his ear, Guti’s long blonde hair brushing against his lips as he did so. It were his secrets which he whispered into Guti’s ear there, securing them at a place where only Guti could hear them, knowing that he’d take good care of them.
These blue eyes of his were simmering quietly like the ocean today, not as ice-cold and piercing as they used to be, and when Guti smiled, it made Karim smile, too.
He felt how his skin was being coated with a slightly cool liquid, but Guti’s lips ghosting all over his face made him almost forget about this feeling of being invaded, reduced into something at the back of his conscious. He felt how he was being stretched and even though it felt more different than anything he had ever felt before, Guti’s gentleness made him accept it, like it even, nonetheless.
Karim didn’t even feel ashamed when he started to gasp as soon as the lone finger was joined by one, then two more, or as he eventually felt how Guti’s cock was slowly pushing up inside of him, inch by inch by inch by inch, as if the Spaniard wanted him to feel how much of it Karim was taking in. Fighting against the urges of his body to fight the invasion, Karim dug his head back into the sheets and - in an attempt of finding something to hold on to somewhere - dug his nails into Guti’s back, causing the older one to hiss in a mixture between pain and pleasure.
Guti waited for him to accommodate to the new feeling, knowing exactly how Karim’s body had to deal with that new form of being stretched, but also how good it felt just to be filled, not being thrusted into yet, pushed into a frenzy with release being the only thing on ones’ mind, but only being filled and feeling full, as full as one could get.
Only when Karim shot him that look, the Spaniard dared to move.
He was feeling Karim’s tightness all around him; the boy had been no liar about his lack of experience with men. Guti didn’t mind, at all. It was more fun, more pleasure this way, knowing that he was the first one to show Karim these things he could do to him to make him feel good, make him enjoy his body more than anyone had ever taught him to do so.
Karim swallowed down hard again, his lips being captured by Guti’s the next moment; Guti whom he could feel moving deep inside of him, touching him like no one ever had before.
For a short moment, Karim was reminded of all the stories he had been told about Real and their so-called initiation rituals. It made him smile to himself. How wrong these people had been.
Pairing: Guti / Karim Benzema
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Actually, none. Apart from language, if you're squirmish.
Disclaimer: I eat, I pray, I love and I make stories up.
Word count: 2. 363
Author's Note: written for the fslashexchange, round 4, along the lines of elf_md's request. ... Interesting fact, when I started writing on this I was determined as hell to make this Karim/Esteban ... so much for the plan. And then, suddenly, Guti took over. "-.-
+ Anyway, there was something about these two. And they were brilliant together.
++ This fandom still needs more Karim!fic.
Karim had heard these stories. Of course he had. Everyone knew them.
Real wasn’t just any team, at least, and so of course they had their certain rituals - at least that was what everyone secretly told him about. Of course no one he talked to had been through any sort of procedure that he was about to go through themselves, still it seemed as if all of them had a word of advice for him. Warnings, mostly.
There were rumors about the initiation into the team, a must for all of the players joining the squad except for the ones descending from the Castilla. They were the miraculous exception to the initiation ritual - at least that was what the people said.
What exactly these rituals were about, the people hadn’t told Karim, just that they were ought to be rather … well, different. Just like the whole club was said to be different, on a completely different level to what Karim had been used to up until now.
It turned out that this, Real being different, had been the only point the people Karim had spoken to had been right about. The rest of it seemed to consist of false rumors, after all.
#
“You’re late …,” Guti remarked sarcastically, holding the door open for Karim nonetheless.
“Uh … yeah …,” the Frenchman replied, not sure of what else to say and dropped his bag unto the floor of the by now already completely empty locker room. “Got some troubles on the way…”
He couldn’t help the faint blush creeping into his cheeks. And of course Guti noticed.
“So you got lost again, huh?” His vice-captain replied teasingly and chuckled even more when the blush on Karim’s cheeks deepened. “Oh, you … Was the first tour around Raúl has given you not enough? Do you need another one?”
“I thought we were running late …,” Karim only vaguely shot back, not wanting Guti to see the spark in his eyes when the older man mentioned him showing Karim around again. Karim didn’t want Guti to know how much he’d actually enjoy that. So he just slipped into his shoes, laced them as best as he could and then jogged off towards the training grounds.
But of course the vice-captain hadn’t missed that, either.
“So you do want me to show you around…”
Guti shook his head, smiling to himself, before he followed the young Frenchman unto the field.
#
The silence in the locker room could only be described as smothering.
All of them were sitting at their places, heads hanging low. At first they all had looked at Raúl, expecting forgiveness, salvation, anything at all, but their captain had fallen just as silent as they had. Defeats against Barcelona were never easy to take, but this one was particularly bitter.
Their coach seemed to be exceptionally pissed off, no wonder, they hadn’t just lost all chances of winning the league against all odds but also practically signed their coach being sacked at the end of the season, still the way he turned his anger out on them came by surprise to most of them.
They took his rage in in silence, knowing somewhere deep in their hearts that they deserved it.
But when the coach turned on them individually - and focused on Karim at first, Karim of all people - Guti had enough. Quicker than any of the other men could have reacted he was up at his feet and practically threw himself in between the coach and the shy Frenchman who had sunken down on his place and looked ready to vanish every second.
“It’s enough!” Guti bellowed, sending a shiver down all of their spines. He was their vice-captain, after all. And even though Raúl only took a few seconds to be at his side, trying to calm him with a touch to his shoulder, even the coach flinched a little and took a few steps back. “It’s not like he was the only one fucking up tonight, leave him be! It’s not his fault …”
Ignoring the coach and shaking Raúl’s hand off his shoulder, Guti turned to face Karim and knealt down in front of him, his piercing blue eyes finding the intimidated gaze of the Frenchman. His voice was a lot quieter and more reassuring now.
“Are you alright?”
“I … I think so, yes …”
“Good …,” Guti nodded curtly.
And then, without taking notice of anyone else in the still quiet locker room apart from, he grabbed his back and looked asking at Karim. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”
#
“Truth or Dare … Karim!”
The Frenchman groaned inwardly. He had been trying to sit as quietly and unmoving in his corner as he could - unsuccessful as it seemed now. For a moment he contemplated to act as if he didn’t understand what was going on at all, but then again, Truth or Dare was just one of these universal phenomenona you just couldn’t escape.
“Truth …,” he therefore whispered around the neck of his bottle, downing the rest of his beer in order to prepare for what was about to come. He had watched Gonzalo for long enough now to know that this would by now means end in a pleasant affair. Almost as if to verify his thoughts, a devilish grin was now spreading on the Argentine’s face, one that made Karim reach for another bottle of beer involuntarily. Esteban handed it to him with a knowing and pitying expression.
“So … we already know you like doing little girls …”
“Fuck you, Pip, we know who’s the Madrilenian bitches’ favourite…”
“ … well anyway,” Gonzalo continued, waving Sergio off who was lying splayed out across Iker’s and Raúl’s lap, “… where was I? … Oh, right. … So we know you like doing girls … but you never told us about the boys’ side, did you?”
Karim tried to swallow, hard, but there seemed to be something like a large lump in his throat. He downed a good quarter of his newly opened bottle, feeling all eyes on him as he did so. All eyes except for Esteban’s, who was glaring at Gonzalo with undisguised irritation. Karim could almost physically feel them on his skin, but the gaze he was most aware of was the one of two irritatingly beautiful blue eyes boring right into him.
“Well … there’s nothing to say about the boys’ side …,” he responded hastily and lowly, trying to get over with it as soon as possible.
“What? Would you please speak to me and not to your bottle, I’d appreciate it …”
“I said … well, there’s not much to tell as far as the boys are concerned … I guess …”
Karim tried to look everywhere, down on Sergio’s smooth carpet, out of the window into the dark garden beyond it, unto the label of his beer bottle, up to Esteban who was still glaring at Gonzalo, everywhere but into Guti’s direction.
“Well, well … so you’re a virgin when it comes to this?” Gonzalo kept on asking, confident now that he knew he had struck a nerve. Karim could already feel the blush creeping into his cheeks again. He wanted to respond with something, something that would end the conversation at this point but he couldn’t think of something quickly enough. He heard how Gonzalo opened his mouth to say something else but then there was Guti’s voice, cutting through the tensioned silence.
“I think you’ve gotten your answer, Gonzalo. And if you didn’t get it, well, that’s your fault. … Time to call it a night, boys, I’d say … Shoo, into your beds, but everyone into their own, you hear me?”
Karim wanted to raise his gaze to thank Guti for this interruption. But he couldn’t. Shame was still shooting through his body in hot waves, leaving his face burning red and his heart beating ridiculously fast. He just turned to Esteban who had promised to drive him home that night, only to find the young Spaniard already with Karim’s coat in his hands.
Esteban didn’t say a single word on the drive back to Karim’s home. The Frenchman was infinitely grateful for that.
#
“So … how much do I get for asking that?”
Gonzalo was pressing up close right into Guti’s personal space and he seemed to be aware of it, yet the Argentine didn’t seem to mind. Guti only raised an eyebrow challengingly.
“What about I’ll spare your life if you get out of here during the next twenty seconds, wouldn’t that be something?”
Gonzalo snorted, but took a few steps into the door’s direction nonetheless.
“As you wish, horny old man. … Go on and pretend that I didn’t do you a major favor tonight …,” he opened the door and was almost lost in the night when he turned around again for a last time. “Sweet French dreams, Guti …”
And with that, Gonzalo was gone.
Guti leaned in the door and watched him disappearing into the night.
“Little Argentine bastard ….”
#
“You want to come over after practice?”
Karim did almost trip at the words and only caught himself in the last moment. He hadn’t spoken to Guti since that happening at Sergio’s and that had been more than a week ago. A week filled with him being so ashamed at first that going to training was more torture than anything else. Slowly, the others seemed to forget about the Truth or Dare game, though, and so Karim was relaxing again, just as slowly. Well, he had been, up until Guti’s offer.
Not sure how else to react, the Frenchman found himself nodding out of pure instinct.
A bright smile unfolded on Guti’s features. An earnest one.
“Brilliant. … I’ll see you around, then …”
He had jogged off already when Karim found his voice again.
“Yeah … sure …”
#
Karim wondered how he even managed to breathe, still. Yes, the windows were wide-open to allow as much air into the room as possible, filling it with stark sunlight streaming through the thick bank of clouds, but as soon as he started to think about where he was, who he was with and most of all what he was doing, all air seemed to leave his lungs in a sudden rush.
Guti was more than just gentle and careful with him, though, his eyes constantly fixed on Karim, watching his body and his eyes for the slightest signs of discomfort or uneasiness. His hands were just as gentle as they slowly stripped Karim from all of his clothes until he was left lying in Guti’s soft bed completely naked. All the time, Guti kept whispering the softest and sweetest of things directly into Karim’s ear, sweet nothings that made his heart flutter and his whole body feel light; he felt like floating more than lying on a bed, really.
“Does this still feel good …?,” Guti whispered into his ears, his fingers playing lightly over Karim’s entrance now, literally touching skin that had never been touched before, not by anyone. It felt different and it made Karim shudder, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. And that was exactly what he told Guti, whispering it into the shell of his ear, Guti’s long blonde hair brushing against his lips as he did so. It were his secrets which he whispered into Guti’s ear there, securing them at a place where only Guti could hear them, knowing that he’d take good care of them.
These blue eyes of his were simmering quietly like the ocean today, not as ice-cold and piercing as they used to be, and when Guti smiled, it made Karim smile, too.
He felt how his skin was being coated with a slightly cool liquid, but Guti’s lips ghosting all over his face made him almost forget about this feeling of being invaded, reduced into something at the back of his conscious. He felt how he was being stretched and even though it felt more different than anything he had ever felt before, Guti’s gentleness made him accept it, like it even, nonetheless.
Karim didn’t even feel ashamed when he started to gasp as soon as the lone finger was joined by one, then two more, or as he eventually felt how Guti’s cock was slowly pushing up inside of him, inch by inch by inch by inch, as if the Spaniard wanted him to feel how much of it Karim was taking in. Fighting against the urges of his body to fight the invasion, Karim dug his head back into the sheets and - in an attempt of finding something to hold on to somewhere - dug his nails into Guti’s back, causing the older one to hiss in a mixture between pain and pleasure.
Guti waited for him to accommodate to the new feeling, knowing exactly how Karim’s body had to deal with that new form of being stretched, but also how good it felt just to be filled, not being thrusted into yet, pushed into a frenzy with release being the only thing on ones’ mind, but only being filled and feeling full, as full as one could get.
Only when Karim shot him that look, the Spaniard dared to move.
He was feeling Karim’s tightness all around him; the boy had been no liar about his lack of experience with men. Guti didn’t mind, at all. It was more fun, more pleasure this way, knowing that he was the first one to show Karim these things he could do to him to make him feel good, make him enjoy his body more than anyone had ever taught him to do so.
Karim swallowed down hard again, his lips being captured by Guti’s the next moment; Guti whom he could feel moving deep inside of him, touching him like no one ever had before.
For a short moment, Karim was reminded of all the stories he had been told about Real and their so-called initiation rituals. It made him smile to himself. How wrong these people had been.