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In other words, I HAVE FIC. *-*
Title: N/A
Pairing: Sergio Pérez/Esteban Gutiérrez
Rating: Blue Flag
Summary: Checo gets a reward for his podium in Canada 2012.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, no harm intended.
Author's notes: This has been lying around on my hard drive for ages. It was actually supposed to be A LOT longer (and I have a bonus chapter plus an epilogue (sort of) in my head as well), but my muse abandoned me and never came back... so, since this can stand alone as well, I thought I'd just post the beginning now and continue later (should that little bastard ever come back). Anyway, enjoy my first attempt to write something resembling smut. Feedback is always welcome.
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"…Anything I want…?"
Checo's not sure if it's a question or a statement, maybe both. Esteban answers nevertheless.
"I'll do anything you want, yes. Anything you tell me to do. This is your reward after all…"
He smiles sweetly and waits, standing perfectly still in front of Checo, the very image of patience and compliance. It is…. strange, Checo thinks.
He's not used to giving orders, not used to be the one who calls the shots, and particularly not used to having to voice whatever he wants, he's not even sure if he could really actually do that. He never had to, Esteban can read him like a book, Esteban knows just what Checo wants, how he wants it, when he wants it…. voicing it has never really occurred to him, and to be honest, even the thought makes him blush. Some things are best left unsaid. It's strange…. but somehow exciting as well, he realises, as he looks up at Esteban who is still standing there, waiting patiently… waiting patiently to accept and obey Checo's orders, any- and everything, whatever Checo could want, from soft sweet chaste kisses to the dirtiest things they can imagine, and even that thought alone makes Checo's cock stir and his fantasy go wild. Images flash through his mind, images that make his heart beat faster and his breath stop and his eyes fall shut, make his skin tingle with the desire to touch and be touched, and it takes a few moments until he manages to drag himself back to reality... where Esteban is still simply standing there, so unusually patient, obedient, compliant, slightly amused and apparently completely unfazed by the strangeness of the situation.
Checo doesn't even know where to start, he's never done anything like this, he's starting to become nervous, but eventually, he manages to blurt out "Take your shirt off…" because he has to start somewhere before this becomes too awkward, and he is grateful that it's dark in the room, that the only light comes from outside, from the streets of Montreal, because he's convinced that his cheeks are bright pink and he doesn't really want Esteban to know that.
Esteban knows it anyway, judging by the smirk on his face when he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, but Checo forgets about it very quickly as inch after inch of deliciously tanned skin is revealed, almost agonizingly slow, and for once Checo doesn't even try to hide that he is staring, he lets his eyes follow every movement of Esteban's hands, he lets his tongue dart out to lick his lips in anticipation when Esteban finally, finally opens that last button to reveal those wonderfully smooth abs, gorgeously tanned soft skin and stone-hard muscles still half-hidden by the white fabric, and when he lifts his hands to push the shirt off his shoulders - "Leave it on," Checo interrupts him, actually surprised at how determined it sounds, how commanding, "…and come here", he continues when Esteban's hands drop down again immediately. Esteban steps closer quickly until he stands right in front of Checo, close enough to touch, and Checo does touch, stroking gently over soft smooth skin and muscles as hard as steel, kissing, tasting every bit of the delicious flesh, hands on Esteban's hips to keep him as close as possible, lips, fingers, tongue wandering everywhere, from lowest rib via navel to the thin line of hair that disappears into Esteban's trousers. Eventually though Checo manages to tear himself away from those gorgeous abs and pushes Esteban down onto his lap. A moan escapes from Checo's lips as their groins touch, and he presses Esteban even closer down to create more of that wonderful friction against his cock. Esteban takes that wordless cue and starts rocking against Checo's hips, gently, slowly, making him gasp and writhe.
"Kiss me…", Checo whispers, letting his head drop back, "…on my neck…. you know where…..". Obediently, Esteban bends down and his lips are all over Checo, running a hand through Checo's hair he steals a messy, wild, noisy kiss, biting Checo's lip gently before he makes his way down along Checo's jaw, hot breath and soft skin scratching over slight stubble. His lips wander further, nibbling at Checo's earlobe, before they eventually descend to the curve of his neck. Checo holds his breath in anticipation, and when Esteban's lips finally, finally find that one sweet spot, he can't help but moan loudly as his eyes fall shut.
Everything is Esteban now, Esteban's soft lips pressing gentle kisses to that sensitive skin, Esteban's tongue painting wet patterns onto his neck, Esteban's hot breath sending shivers down his spine, Esteban's teeth scratching over that tender spot, it's the perfect mix of sweetest pleasure and delicious pain and when Esteban presses himself down again, Checo is seeing stars, he is sure he won't last long now and even Esteban's composure is slipping a bit, his kisses are sloppier and not as focused anymore, Checo can feel him gasping against his shoulder, his breaths are deeper now, louder, and when Checo remembers that he has his hands on Esteban's hips and pushes him down hard into his lap, he can feel Esteban's hard cock through the denim of their jeans, rubbing deliciously forcefully against his own, just bordering on the fine line between just right and too much, and he is rewarded with a loud moan. But Esteban gets his revenge seconds later, biting down on that sensitive spot on Checo's neck, hard enough to make him cry out, sending a spike of hot pleasure through his whole body, and from then on everything is a blur, a hurricane of sloppy wild kisses and forceful thrusts, of lips and teeth and tongues and hot, loud breathing, moaning, crying.
Title: N/A
Pairing: Sergio Pérez/Esteban Gutiérrez
Rating: Blue Flag
Summary: Checo gets a reward for his podium in Canada 2012.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, no harm intended.
Author's notes: This has been lying around on my hard drive for ages. It was actually supposed to be A LOT longer (and I have a bonus chapter plus an epilogue (sort of) in my head as well), but my muse abandoned me and never came back... so, since this can stand alone as well, I thought I'd just post the beginning now and continue later (should that little bastard ever come back). Anyway, enjoy my first attempt to write something resembling smut. Feedback is always welcome.
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"…Anything I want…?"
Checo's not sure if it's a question or a statement, maybe both. Esteban answers nevertheless.
"I'll do anything you want, yes. Anything you tell me to do. This is your reward after all…"
He smiles sweetly and waits, standing perfectly still in front of Checo, the very image of patience and compliance. It is…. strange, Checo thinks.
He's not used to giving orders, not used to be the one who calls the shots, and particularly not used to having to voice whatever he wants, he's not even sure if he could really actually do that. He never had to, Esteban can read him like a book, Esteban knows just what Checo wants, how he wants it, when he wants it…. voicing it has never really occurred to him, and to be honest, even the thought makes him blush. Some things are best left unsaid. It's strange…. but somehow exciting as well, he realises, as he looks up at Esteban who is still standing there, waiting patiently… waiting patiently to accept and obey Checo's orders, any- and everything, whatever Checo could want, from soft sweet chaste kisses to the dirtiest things they can imagine, and even that thought alone makes Checo's cock stir and his fantasy go wild. Images flash through his mind, images that make his heart beat faster and his breath stop and his eyes fall shut, make his skin tingle with the desire to touch and be touched, and it takes a few moments until he manages to drag himself back to reality... where Esteban is still simply standing there, so unusually patient, obedient, compliant, slightly amused and apparently completely unfazed by the strangeness of the situation.
Checo doesn't even know where to start, he's never done anything like this, he's starting to become nervous, but eventually, he manages to blurt out "Take your shirt off…" because he has to start somewhere before this becomes too awkward, and he is grateful that it's dark in the room, that the only light comes from outside, from the streets of Montreal, because he's convinced that his cheeks are bright pink and he doesn't really want Esteban to know that.
Esteban knows it anyway, judging by the smirk on his face when he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, but Checo forgets about it very quickly as inch after inch of deliciously tanned skin is revealed, almost agonizingly slow, and for once Checo doesn't even try to hide that he is staring, he lets his eyes follow every movement of Esteban's hands, he lets his tongue dart out to lick his lips in anticipation when Esteban finally, finally opens that last button to reveal those wonderfully smooth abs, gorgeously tanned soft skin and stone-hard muscles still half-hidden by the white fabric, and when he lifts his hands to push the shirt off his shoulders - "Leave it on," Checo interrupts him, actually surprised at how determined it sounds, how commanding, "…and come here", he continues when Esteban's hands drop down again immediately. Esteban steps closer quickly until he stands right in front of Checo, close enough to touch, and Checo does touch, stroking gently over soft smooth skin and muscles as hard as steel, kissing, tasting every bit of the delicious flesh, hands on Esteban's hips to keep him as close as possible, lips, fingers, tongue wandering everywhere, from lowest rib via navel to the thin line of hair that disappears into Esteban's trousers. Eventually though Checo manages to tear himself away from those gorgeous abs and pushes Esteban down onto his lap. A moan escapes from Checo's lips as their groins touch, and he presses Esteban even closer down to create more of that wonderful friction against his cock. Esteban takes that wordless cue and starts rocking against Checo's hips, gently, slowly, making him gasp and writhe.
"Kiss me…", Checo whispers, letting his head drop back, "…on my neck…. you know where…..". Obediently, Esteban bends down and his lips are all over Checo, running a hand through Checo's hair he steals a messy, wild, noisy kiss, biting Checo's lip gently before he makes his way down along Checo's jaw, hot breath and soft skin scratching over slight stubble. His lips wander further, nibbling at Checo's earlobe, before they eventually descend to the curve of his neck. Checo holds his breath in anticipation, and when Esteban's lips finally, finally find that one sweet spot, he can't help but moan loudly as his eyes fall shut.
Everything is Esteban now, Esteban's soft lips pressing gentle kisses to that sensitive skin, Esteban's tongue painting wet patterns onto his neck, Esteban's hot breath sending shivers down his spine, Esteban's teeth scratching over that tender spot, it's the perfect mix of sweetest pleasure and delicious pain and when Esteban presses himself down again, Checo is seeing stars, he is sure he won't last long now and even Esteban's composure is slipping a bit, his kisses are sloppier and not as focused anymore, Checo can feel him gasping against his shoulder, his breaths are deeper now, louder, and when Checo remembers that he has his hands on Esteban's hips and pushes him down hard into his lap, he can feel Esteban's hard cock through the denim of their jeans, rubbing deliciously forcefully against his own, just bordering on the fine line between just right and too much, and he is rewarded with a loud moan. But Esteban gets his revenge seconds later, biting down on that sensitive spot on Checo's neck, hard enough to make him cry out, sending a spike of hot pleasure through his whole body, and from then on everything is a blur, a hurricane of sloppy wild kisses and forceful thrusts, of lips and teeth and tongues and hot, loud breathing, moaning, crying.