you are the blood flowing through my fingers
title you are the blood flowing through my fingers
pairing osvaldo alonso/alvaro fernandez
rating nc-17
word count 1972
disclaimer not true
beta albion_lass
summary The bus ride home from Vancouver after tying the first game of a Cascadia match- angry players, blow jobs, and Fredy being his voyeuristic creeper self.
The sun is still high in the sky when they pile on to the bus. Ozzie stumbles toward the back and collapses down on the long back seat. If anyone has any problems with him taking it, they'll receive a middle finger and perhaps a snarled curse for their efforts. There are only three people Ozzie will move for and two of them are already on the bus, sitting in the seats ahead of him. Ozzie's not really sure where Alvaro's gotten off to, probably still stewing in the showers, but he knows Alvaro's angry and when Alvaro is angry...
"Move your ass." Speak of the devil. "Move or I'll sit on you." Alvaro kicks Ozzie's ankle and Ozzie looks up at him with a scowl burned onto his face.
"Fuck off."
Alvaro looks down at him. His limbs are tense, anger radiates from him, but Ozzie doesn't move. Alvaro huffs and flops down on top of him and Ozzie growls but doesn't move.
"Is this where you want me," Alvaro murmurs against Ozzie's neck, breath hot; Ozzie has to will himself not to squirm.
"Mmmmm kinky," Fredy's head pops over the seat in front of them with a large grin on his lips and Ozzie rolls his eyes. "Can I watch?"
"I'm not moving," Alvaro licks at Ozzie's neck and Ozzie pushes him off as he sits up. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Fredy has the gall to look disappointed and turns back around. Alvaro has a pleased smirk on his face even though he still looks like he'll put his fist through anyone who looks at him the wrong way. Ozzie looks out the window at the Vancouver skyline and the slumped shoulders of his teammates shuffling onto the bus. The assurance of Cascadia dominance seems so far away right now. When everyone is on and Brian does a headcount to make sure no one's been left behind, they roll out of BC Place and into Vancouver's afternoon traffic. Ozzie and Alvaro make a point to ignore each other.
It takes an hour to reach the border and when they do, a groan goes up when they see the line of buses ahead of them. Ozzie sighs, sinks down in his seat. A finger presses against one of the bruises on his shins and he twitches. Alvaro is connecting the bruises on Ozzie's legs with his finger, lightly pressing down on each bruise as he goes. Ozzie doesn't stop him until he feels that familiar warm sensation in his lower regions and he puts a hand over Alvaro's and finally turns to look at him. Alvaro raises a cocky eyebrow and Ozzie huffs.
They are herded off the bus, through security where they have to fill out long forms since they don't have US passports, and have to answer a long list of pointless questions. Ozzie's English is good enough to get him through quickly- Alvaro still stumbles through a bit and needs a translator. The frustration on Alvaro's face is enough to make Ozzie laugh behind his hand. Alvaro sees and flips him off.
Filing back on the bus, Ozzie resumes leaning against the window and ignoring everything around him. As they cross into the US and merge onto the highway, the bus goes silent. Nearly everyone is asleep. Ahead of him he can hear Mauro snoring and sees Fredy playing on his PES with his earphones in.
"I could have played better," Alvaro mutters and Ozzie looks at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Everyone could have played better." Ozzie grumbles. "We fucking sucked."
"No, you and Mau worked your asses off." Alvaro sighs and slumps down against Ozzie, who shifts to accommodate him. "You shouldn't have to carry the team." He frowns. "I yelled a lot."
"You always yell."
"You never say anything."
He doesn't. Ozzie is nearly silent on the pitch; Alvaro screams enough for the whole team. Words on the pitch annoy Ozzie. He'd rather let his playing do the speaking for him. Alvaro's bony finger jabs a particularly large bruise forming on Ozzie's ankle and Ozzie hisses and pulls away. Alvaro's lips are set in a thin line.
"I don't need you getting carded for me." Ozzie pokes Alvaro's side harder than he should. "You just." He trails off and sighs.
"No." Alvaro grabs Ozzie's hand and squeezes it almost to the point of being painful, hard enough that Ozzie knows he's upset. "No one touches you, no one hurts you."
Alvaro's possessive and protective streak runs deep and Ozzie knows there is no good arguing with him. His grip lessens, but it's still tight. It's an argument that happens at least once a month- one will go down in a hard foul and the other starts a fight with the other team. Ozzie sees red when Alvaro goes down; he's being hypocritical right now but he doesn't find that he cares. Alvaro's back to playing after weeks of being injured- sitting out because of a red card isn't going to help anyone.
"You two are sooooooo precious," Fredy turns around again and makes a kissy face at them.
"You're going to want to turn around," Alvaro tells Fredy, releasing Ozzie's hand and settling it against Ozzie's lower stomach, right above the drawstring of his shorts. "Unless you really wanted to watch."
He slips a finger underneath the waistband and Ozzie slightly twitches. Fredy's leer grows, and he winks at them before turning around. Ozzie shakes his head, but he's more than aware of Alvaro's fingers brushing against his skin as his hand dips lower. With his free hand Alvaro grabs his coat and throws it over their laps in case anyone were to look back, not that it would fool anyone.
"Alvaro," Ozzie has to bite his lip as Alvaro's hand circles the base of his dick and grips it firmly, stroking up and down a few times. "Someone is going to see."
"Everyone's asleep," Alvaro buries his face against Ozzie's neck, his lips planting the barest of kisses, enough to make Ozzie's breathing hitch. "So be quiet or you'll wake them up."
Ozzie thinks Alvaro is doing his best to try and make Ozzie moan or cry out. He pumps Ozzie to full hardness, hand skillfully moving up and down, thumb rubbing the head of Ozzie's cock. Alvaro know exactly how Ozzie likes it, every trick and move that makes him gasp and twitch, and he's using it against Ozzie. Ozzie is tired from the game, from traveling and playing ninety plus minutes- he's not going to last very long. His hips buck up to meet Alvaro's hand and Alvaro nips at the skin behind his ear.
Alvaro pulls his hand away and Ozzie growls at him. There's precome on Alvaro's thumb and he brings it up to his lips, smearing it across them before licking it off. Ozzie grabs Alvaro by the front of his shirt and drags him down to him, smashing their lips together. He collapses backward into the open seats, pulling Alvaro down on top of him. Placing a foot on the floor for support, he grips Alvaro's hips and grinds up against him. Alvaro curses at him, calls him all sorts of names as Ozzie slowly moves up and down. Ozzie shuts him up by covering his mouth with his own again, pushing his tongue into Alvaro's mouth, dashing any thoughts that Alvaro was in control of this situation.
The taller man is in control though, and when Alvaro starts to grind down on him, Ozzie loses any sense of restraint. His head lolls backward and Alvaro's mouth attaches to his neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave faint bruises. The roof of the bus looks blurry as Alvaro moves down his body. There's a flicker of movement somewhere on the left - Fredy has turned back around and is watching them unabashedly. Ozzie raises an eyebrow at him, Fredy just shrugs, rests his head on his hand, and watches with a grin on his face. Ozzie's too far gone to roll his eyes.
Placing a hand on Alvaro's head, he twists his fingers through Alvaro's soft hair. Alvaro looks up at him, rests his chin on Ozzie's hip. Ozzie nods toward Fredy and Alvaro looks up and shrugs before pushing Ozzie's shirt up and licking the skin under his belly button. Ozzie has to bite down on his lip to keep from making any noise. Glancing around to make sure no one, aside from Fredy, is watching, Alvaro pushes Ozzie's shorts down and takes him in his mouth.
Ozzie presses his lips together as Alvaro swallows him down. Alvaro's mouth is moist and the heat makes Ozzie head spin. The ambient noise around them is barely loud enough to cover up the wet noises Alvaro isn't doing anything to hide; the idea of being caught sents an electric sort of thrill through Ozzie. Alvaro pulls back so only the head of Ozzie's cock is in his mouth and his tongue swirls around it. His tongue is rough in its ministrations, pressing against the veins that run down his cock and applying pressure in all the spots that make Ozzie moan and grunt. Ozzie's arm flails outward, looking for something to clutch, and Fredy grabs his hand, grounds him, reminds him that they're not alone.
"Alvaro," Ozzie hisses, his hips pressing up and Alvaro has to hold him down. "Alvaro, I..."
He loses his words as he freezes up and comes hard. The world dissolves around him. When it begins to piece itself back together, Alvaro's mouth is still around is softening length. He licks at him a few more time, making sure he's completely clean, before tucking him back into his shorts. Alvaro lays there for a minute, his face pressed against the bare skin of Ozzie's stomach. Fredy lets go of his hand and Ozzie reaches down, runs his fingers across Alvaro's face. Alvaro hauls himself up, drapes himself across Ozzie's limp body, and drops light kisses on Ozzie's cheeks and lips, pulling him back into their world.
"Are you still angry?" Ozzie asks him.
"Furious." Alvaro bites down on Ozzie's lip. "But not at you."
"Good."
"You two are so fucked up."
They both kick the back of Fredy's seat and he laughs. The jarring of the seat causes Mauro to jerk awake and he turns around. The Captain blinks at them before muttering something under his breath, turning back around, and falling back asleep. Fredy giggles and winks at them before turning back around.
"Thank you," Ozzie presses his lips against Alvaro's swollen ones once more before they sit up and lean against each other. "Do you want me to..."
"No," Alvaro shakes his head, and bats Ozzie's wandering hand away. "Come home with me tonight?"
Ozzie stares at him for a long minute. Alvaro's fingers brush over his arm, press at one of the bruises forming on his arm. He doesn't know how to say no to Alvaro.
"Okay," he tells him, resting his head against Alvaro's shoulder and closing his eyes.
The setting sun illuminates the back window. Alvaro wraps his arm around Ozzie and pulls him close. Alvaro's lips against his temple is the last thing he feels before he drifts off.
pairing osvaldo alonso/alvaro fernandez
rating nc-17
word count 1972
disclaimer not true
beta albion_lass
summary The bus ride home from Vancouver after tying the first game of a Cascadia match- angry players, blow jobs, and Fredy being his voyeuristic creeper self.
The sun is still high in the sky when they pile on to the bus. Ozzie stumbles toward the back and collapses down on the long back seat. If anyone has any problems with him taking it, they'll receive a middle finger and perhaps a snarled curse for their efforts. There are only three people Ozzie will move for and two of them are already on the bus, sitting in the seats ahead of him. Ozzie's not really sure where Alvaro's gotten off to, probably still stewing in the showers, but he knows Alvaro's angry and when Alvaro is angry...
"Move your ass." Speak of the devil. "Move or I'll sit on you." Alvaro kicks Ozzie's ankle and Ozzie looks up at him with a scowl burned onto his face.
"Fuck off."
Alvaro looks down at him. His limbs are tense, anger radiates from him, but Ozzie doesn't move. Alvaro huffs and flops down on top of him and Ozzie growls but doesn't move.
"Is this where you want me," Alvaro murmurs against Ozzie's neck, breath hot; Ozzie has to will himself not to squirm.
"Mmmmm kinky," Fredy's head pops over the seat in front of them with a large grin on his lips and Ozzie rolls his eyes. "Can I watch?"
"I'm not moving," Alvaro licks at Ozzie's neck and Ozzie pushes him off as he sits up. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Fredy has the gall to look disappointed and turns back around. Alvaro has a pleased smirk on his face even though he still looks like he'll put his fist through anyone who looks at him the wrong way. Ozzie looks out the window at the Vancouver skyline and the slumped shoulders of his teammates shuffling onto the bus. The assurance of Cascadia dominance seems so far away right now. When everyone is on and Brian does a headcount to make sure no one's been left behind, they roll out of BC Place and into Vancouver's afternoon traffic. Ozzie and Alvaro make a point to ignore each other.
It takes an hour to reach the border and when they do, a groan goes up when they see the line of buses ahead of them. Ozzie sighs, sinks down in his seat. A finger presses against one of the bruises on his shins and he twitches. Alvaro is connecting the bruises on Ozzie's legs with his finger, lightly pressing down on each bruise as he goes. Ozzie doesn't stop him until he feels that familiar warm sensation in his lower regions and he puts a hand over Alvaro's and finally turns to look at him. Alvaro raises a cocky eyebrow and Ozzie huffs.
They are herded off the bus, through security where they have to fill out long forms since they don't have US passports, and have to answer a long list of pointless questions. Ozzie's English is good enough to get him through quickly- Alvaro still stumbles through a bit and needs a translator. The frustration on Alvaro's face is enough to make Ozzie laugh behind his hand. Alvaro sees and flips him off.
Filing back on the bus, Ozzie resumes leaning against the window and ignoring everything around him. As they cross into the US and merge onto the highway, the bus goes silent. Nearly everyone is asleep. Ahead of him he can hear Mauro snoring and sees Fredy playing on his PES with his earphones in.
"I could have played better," Alvaro mutters and Ozzie looks at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Everyone could have played better." Ozzie grumbles. "We fucking sucked."
"No, you and Mau worked your asses off." Alvaro sighs and slumps down against Ozzie, who shifts to accommodate him. "You shouldn't have to carry the team." He frowns. "I yelled a lot."
"You always yell."
"You never say anything."
He doesn't. Ozzie is nearly silent on the pitch; Alvaro screams enough for the whole team. Words on the pitch annoy Ozzie. He'd rather let his playing do the speaking for him. Alvaro's bony finger jabs a particularly large bruise forming on Ozzie's ankle and Ozzie hisses and pulls away. Alvaro's lips are set in a thin line.
"I don't need you getting carded for me." Ozzie pokes Alvaro's side harder than he should. "You just." He trails off and sighs.
"No." Alvaro grabs Ozzie's hand and squeezes it almost to the point of being painful, hard enough that Ozzie knows he's upset. "No one touches you, no one hurts you."
Alvaro's possessive and protective streak runs deep and Ozzie knows there is no good arguing with him. His grip lessens, but it's still tight. It's an argument that happens at least once a month- one will go down in a hard foul and the other starts a fight with the other team. Ozzie sees red when Alvaro goes down; he's being hypocritical right now but he doesn't find that he cares. Alvaro's back to playing after weeks of being injured- sitting out because of a red card isn't going to help anyone.
"You two are sooooooo precious," Fredy turns around again and makes a kissy face at them.
"You're going to want to turn around," Alvaro tells Fredy, releasing Ozzie's hand and settling it against Ozzie's lower stomach, right above the drawstring of his shorts. "Unless you really wanted to watch."
He slips a finger underneath the waistband and Ozzie slightly twitches. Fredy's leer grows, and he winks at them before turning around. Ozzie shakes his head, but he's more than aware of Alvaro's fingers brushing against his skin as his hand dips lower. With his free hand Alvaro grabs his coat and throws it over their laps in case anyone were to look back, not that it would fool anyone.
"Alvaro," Ozzie has to bite his lip as Alvaro's hand circles the base of his dick and grips it firmly, stroking up and down a few times. "Someone is going to see."
"Everyone's asleep," Alvaro buries his face against Ozzie's neck, his lips planting the barest of kisses, enough to make Ozzie's breathing hitch. "So be quiet or you'll wake them up."
Ozzie thinks Alvaro is doing his best to try and make Ozzie moan or cry out. He pumps Ozzie to full hardness, hand skillfully moving up and down, thumb rubbing the head of Ozzie's cock. Alvaro know exactly how Ozzie likes it, every trick and move that makes him gasp and twitch, and he's using it against Ozzie. Ozzie is tired from the game, from traveling and playing ninety plus minutes- he's not going to last very long. His hips buck up to meet Alvaro's hand and Alvaro nips at the skin behind his ear.
Alvaro pulls his hand away and Ozzie growls at him. There's precome on Alvaro's thumb and he brings it up to his lips, smearing it across them before licking it off. Ozzie grabs Alvaro by the front of his shirt and drags him down to him, smashing their lips together. He collapses backward into the open seats, pulling Alvaro down on top of him. Placing a foot on the floor for support, he grips Alvaro's hips and grinds up against him. Alvaro curses at him, calls him all sorts of names as Ozzie slowly moves up and down. Ozzie shuts him up by covering his mouth with his own again, pushing his tongue into Alvaro's mouth, dashing any thoughts that Alvaro was in control of this situation.
The taller man is in control though, and when Alvaro starts to grind down on him, Ozzie loses any sense of restraint. His head lolls backward and Alvaro's mouth attaches to his neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave faint bruises. The roof of the bus looks blurry as Alvaro moves down his body. There's a flicker of movement somewhere on the left - Fredy has turned back around and is watching them unabashedly. Ozzie raises an eyebrow at him, Fredy just shrugs, rests his head on his hand, and watches with a grin on his face. Ozzie's too far gone to roll his eyes.
Placing a hand on Alvaro's head, he twists his fingers through Alvaro's soft hair. Alvaro looks up at him, rests his chin on Ozzie's hip. Ozzie nods toward Fredy and Alvaro looks up and shrugs before pushing Ozzie's shirt up and licking the skin under his belly button. Ozzie has to bite down on his lip to keep from making any noise. Glancing around to make sure no one, aside from Fredy, is watching, Alvaro pushes Ozzie's shorts down and takes him in his mouth.
Ozzie presses his lips together as Alvaro swallows him down. Alvaro's mouth is moist and the heat makes Ozzie head spin. The ambient noise around them is barely loud enough to cover up the wet noises Alvaro isn't doing anything to hide; the idea of being caught sents an electric sort of thrill through Ozzie. Alvaro pulls back so only the head of Ozzie's cock is in his mouth and his tongue swirls around it. His tongue is rough in its ministrations, pressing against the veins that run down his cock and applying pressure in all the spots that make Ozzie moan and grunt. Ozzie's arm flails outward, looking for something to clutch, and Fredy grabs his hand, grounds him, reminds him that they're not alone.
"Alvaro," Ozzie hisses, his hips pressing up and Alvaro has to hold him down. "Alvaro, I..."
He loses his words as he freezes up and comes hard. The world dissolves around him. When it begins to piece itself back together, Alvaro's mouth is still around is softening length. He licks at him a few more time, making sure he's completely clean, before tucking him back into his shorts. Alvaro lays there for a minute, his face pressed against the bare skin of Ozzie's stomach. Fredy lets go of his hand and Ozzie reaches down, runs his fingers across Alvaro's face. Alvaro hauls himself up, drapes himself across Ozzie's limp body, and drops light kisses on Ozzie's cheeks and lips, pulling him back into their world.
"Are you still angry?" Ozzie asks him.
"Furious." Alvaro bites down on Ozzie's lip. "But not at you."
"Good."
"You two are so fucked up."
They both kick the back of Fredy's seat and he laughs. The jarring of the seat causes Mauro to jerk awake and he turns around. The Captain blinks at them before muttering something under his breath, turning back around, and falling back asleep. Fredy giggles and winks at them before turning back around.
"Thank you," Ozzie presses his lips against Alvaro's swollen ones once more before they sit up and lean against each other. "Do you want me to..."
"No," Alvaro shakes his head, and bats Ozzie's wandering hand away. "Come home with me tonight?"
Ozzie stares at him for a long minute. Alvaro's fingers brush over his arm, press at one of the bruises forming on his arm. He doesn't know how to say no to Alvaro.
"Okay," he tells him, resting his head against Alvaro's shoulder and closing his eyes.
The setting sun illuminates the back window. Alvaro wraps his arm around Ozzie and pulls him close. Alvaro's lips against his temple is the last thing he feels before he drifts off.