Tonight
Title: Tonight
Pairing: Wayne Rooney/Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: NC-17 you know since it's basically PWP
Summary: Tonight is like the old days. Simple. Just them.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Note: written for fslashexchange. I never thought I'd write these two.. I guess there's a first time for everything. Also unbetaed. Also is it bad that this was slighly inspired by Enrique Iglesias' song? You know that one..
Wayne doesn't call Cristiano often. There isn't much that can be said between them.
Cristiano was leaving training when he received a text from Wayne. Where are you? This was the last training before his week off. Until now, he hadn't made any plans. The weather had been particularly warm and he was looking forward to some relaxing time at home. Now with Wayne's text, it seemed there would be a slight change to his plans. The text, though vague, could only mean that Wayne was in town. He was probably already waiting outside Cristiano's house. The thought sent a thrill through his body and he hastened his pace. Cristiano continued down the path to his home.
True to his prediction, Cristiano saw Wayne leaning against his red sleek car. It was probably the latest model in the brand, but since Cristiano didn't care much for cars, he couldn't be sure. He stopped a couple feet from the car. He raised his eyebrows at Wayne, then continued to the house's entrance.
When he unlocked the door, he turned back to Wayne, who was still leaning against his car. "You coming?" Cristiano headed directly to the kitchen. His stomach was growling in anticipation. He spared a glance toward Wayne. Wayne had already made himself comfortable. He was sitting at the sofa, with his feet raised on the table. The remote was in his hand and he was searching through the steady stream of Spanish.
Cristiano returned his thoughts to the kitchen. He was hungry yes, but not enough to make a heavy dinner. He settled on the bread in the upper counter. Part of him wanted to forget about food, but he wasn't going to allow Wayne to see how desperate he felt.
"You want some?" he called out to Wayne. His English felt strange in his mouth after so many months without using it. When Wayne glanced his way, Cristiano gestured at the sandwiches. Wayne shrugged. So yes, he wanted some.
The next moments were spent in terse silence. Both men focused on eating their food. They managed to sneak glances at each other, both knowing full well that the other knew. Cristiano only bothered with the plates because the idea of any sort of bug in his house appalled him.
While he was busy washing the dishes and setting them, Wayne had embarked on a bit of an adventure around Cristiano's house. Cristiano found him in his bedroom. Wayne was staring at one of the last remnants of Cristiano's Manchester days.
The tension was full blown between them now. It was threatening to explode if something wasn't done.
Cristiano was the first to move. He easily slipped out of his shirt, but never taking his eyes off Rooney. Rooney was watching him with a glint in his eyes. He made no move to undress himself or even indicate interest.
"You always were so desperate for my cock," Wayne remarked. Cristiano nearly stopped his movements, but Wayne moved towards him. There was a smirk on his face; it was the type that made Cristiano want to do anything Wayne asked of him. Anything.
Once Wayne had closed the distance between them, there was a frenzy to get their clothes. They're naked within seconds and tumbling into the mattress, with Wayne on top.
"Missed this?" Wayne whispered against his skin, sending chills all over his body. Cristiano bit his bottom lip. He could feel his skin become slick with sweat.
"Of course," he replied honestly and more than a little desperately. Wayne smirked. He bowed down to capture Cristiano's lips evoking a guttural moan. Cristiano closed his eyes. Then suddenly the pressure of Wayne's body and lips were gone.
"Wha-?" Wayne is sitting on the edge of Cristiano's bed.
"On your knees," he ordered. Cristiano doesn't even have to think about it. He scrambled onto his knees, then bending over. Wayne practically crooned in approval.
"Good. You've gotten better at taking orders."
"Fuck you." "I'm the one's who going to do the fucking, Cris."
Cristiano scoffed. "At this rate?"
Wayne responded with a smack straight on his ass. "Now, now. Let's be patient." Wayne leaned over the curve of Cristiano's ass to whisper into the back of his neck. Cristiano shivered. With his left hand, Wayne caressed Cristiano's backside and down to the curve of his ass. He tightened his grip. At this point, Cristiano was beyond coherency. He grunted and pushed back against Wayne's touch.
"Fuck. Just do it."
Wayned chuckled. "Where's the lube?"
Cristiano growled, "Just fucking do it."
Wayne didn't need to be told twice. He held out his fingers to Cristiano. "Suck them," he ordered. Cristiano latched his mouth onto Wayne's pinky, pulling into his mouth and moving his tongue along the sides. He did the same with two more fingers before deciding that was enough. Wayne circled Cristiano's asshole a couple of times;; he was enjoying the sounds Cristiano was making. .
"Say it."
"Please fuck me already." Wayne started out slowly; he pushed in one finger, then two. Once he figured Cristiano was sufficiently prepared, he made his move. He pushed inside a few inches, then pulled. Once he started thrusting in earnest, the bed began to rock. Thump. Thump. Intertwined with the sounds of the bed shaking were the moans coming from Cristiano and the grunts from Wayne.
There was no thinking. There was only the feeling of their skin sliding against each other, both slick with sweat. Cristiano gripped the headpost as Wayne pushed against him. Wayne's pace hastened.
"Fucking missed this." Yeah, that was something they could both agree on tonight.
Pairing: Wayne Rooney/Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: NC-17 you know since it's basically PWP
Summary: Tonight is like the old days. Simple. Just them.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Note: written for fslashexchange. I never thought I'd write these two.. I guess there's a first time for everything. Also unbetaed. Also is it bad that this was slighly inspired by Enrique Iglesias' song? You know that one..
Wayne doesn't call Cristiano often. There isn't much that can be said between them.
Cristiano was leaving training when he received a text from Wayne. Where are you? This was the last training before his week off. Until now, he hadn't made any plans. The weather had been particularly warm and he was looking forward to some relaxing time at home. Now with Wayne's text, it seemed there would be a slight change to his plans. The text, though vague, could only mean that Wayne was in town. He was probably already waiting outside Cristiano's house. The thought sent a thrill through his body and he hastened his pace. Cristiano continued down the path to his home.
True to his prediction, Cristiano saw Wayne leaning against his red sleek car. It was probably the latest model in the brand, but since Cristiano didn't care much for cars, he couldn't be sure. He stopped a couple feet from the car. He raised his eyebrows at Wayne, then continued to the house's entrance.
When he unlocked the door, he turned back to Wayne, who was still leaning against his car. "You coming?" Cristiano headed directly to the kitchen. His stomach was growling in anticipation. He spared a glance toward Wayne. Wayne had already made himself comfortable. He was sitting at the sofa, with his feet raised on the table. The remote was in his hand and he was searching through the steady stream of Spanish.
Cristiano returned his thoughts to the kitchen. He was hungry yes, but not enough to make a heavy dinner. He settled on the bread in the upper counter. Part of him wanted to forget about food, but he wasn't going to allow Wayne to see how desperate he felt.
"You want some?" he called out to Wayne. His English felt strange in his mouth after so many months without using it. When Wayne glanced his way, Cristiano gestured at the sandwiches. Wayne shrugged. So yes, he wanted some.
The next moments were spent in terse silence. Both men focused on eating their food. They managed to sneak glances at each other, both knowing full well that the other knew. Cristiano only bothered with the plates because the idea of any sort of bug in his house appalled him.
While he was busy washing the dishes and setting them, Wayne had embarked on a bit of an adventure around Cristiano's house. Cristiano found him in his bedroom. Wayne was staring at one of the last remnants of Cristiano's Manchester days.
The tension was full blown between them now. It was threatening to explode if something wasn't done.
Cristiano was the first to move. He easily slipped out of his shirt, but never taking his eyes off Rooney. Rooney was watching him with a glint in his eyes. He made no move to undress himself or even indicate interest.
"You always were so desperate for my cock," Wayne remarked. Cristiano nearly stopped his movements, but Wayne moved towards him. There was a smirk on his face; it was the type that made Cristiano want to do anything Wayne asked of him. Anything.
Once Wayne had closed the distance between them, there was a frenzy to get their clothes. They're naked within seconds and tumbling into the mattress, with Wayne on top.
"Missed this?" Wayne whispered against his skin, sending chills all over his body. Cristiano bit his bottom lip. He could feel his skin become slick with sweat.
"Of course," he replied honestly and more than a little desperately. Wayne smirked. He bowed down to capture Cristiano's lips evoking a guttural moan. Cristiano closed his eyes. Then suddenly the pressure of Wayne's body and lips were gone.
"Wha-?" Wayne is sitting on the edge of Cristiano's bed.
"On your knees," he ordered. Cristiano doesn't even have to think about it. He scrambled onto his knees, then bending over. Wayne practically crooned in approval.
"Good. You've gotten better at taking orders."
"Fuck you." "I'm the one's who going to do the fucking, Cris."
Cristiano scoffed. "At this rate?"
Wayne responded with a smack straight on his ass. "Now, now. Let's be patient." Wayne leaned over the curve of Cristiano's ass to whisper into the back of his neck. Cristiano shivered. With his left hand, Wayne caressed Cristiano's backside and down to the curve of his ass. He tightened his grip. At this point, Cristiano was beyond coherency. He grunted and pushed back against Wayne's touch.
"Fuck. Just do it."
Wayned chuckled. "Where's the lube?"
Cristiano growled, "Just fucking do it."
Wayne didn't need to be told twice. He held out his fingers to Cristiano. "Suck them," he ordered. Cristiano latched his mouth onto Wayne's pinky, pulling into his mouth and moving his tongue along the sides. He did the same with two more fingers before deciding that was enough. Wayne circled Cristiano's asshole a couple of times;; he was enjoying the sounds Cristiano was making. .
"Say it."
"Please fuck me already." Wayne started out slowly; he pushed in one finger, then two. Once he figured Cristiano was sufficiently prepared, he made his move. He pushed inside a few inches, then pulled. Once he started thrusting in earnest, the bed began to rock. Thump. Thump. Intertwined with the sounds of the bed shaking were the moans coming from Cristiano and the grunts from Wayne.
There was no thinking. There was only the feeling of their skin sliding against each other, both slick with sweat. Cristiano gripped the headpost as Wayne pushed against him. Wayne's pace hastened.
"Fucking missed this." Yeah, that was something they could both agree on tonight.