Football
Title: Vodka for Everyone!
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Tim Howard
Summary: Sergio Ramos, Tim Howard, a bottle of vodka and a hotel room.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, except I borrowed two footballers’ names.
Author’s Notes: Written for Cesc’s All-American Key Party .
“So shots for each piece of clothing?” Sergio asked, waggling the bottle at Tim as he closed the door.
“Sounds good.” The American flashed a smile and stripped his shirt, then gestured for the bottle.
Sergio laughed and handed it over before removing his own shirt.
The pair stripped quickly, taking liberal gulps of vodka after each article. In the scant minutes between being fully clothed and naked they managed to demolish over half the bottle.
Tim swayed slightly as he straightened up from removing his socks. “Well, that’s one way to get drunk quickly,” he mused, eyeing the bottle.
“Hmm,” Sergio agreed, ogling Tim’s chest hungrily. He stalked over and pushed the American back so he fell on to the bed, catching the bottle as he fell. Tim returned his stare steadily and relaxed into the bed. Sergio took an absent drag from the bottle as he decided where to start. Tim’s cock stood proud and thick on prominent display and the Spaniard’s mouth watered at the thought.
Tim gasped as liquid trickled down his collarbone, followed swiftly by Sergio’s warm tongue. Sergio lapped up the vodka and then moved down to nibble at Tim’s nipples. The goalkeeper groaned and let his eyes close.
His eyes flew open when vodka filled his belly button. Sergio grinned up at him and suckled the liquid out, before pouring more along his happy trail and following that. He then poured vodka onto the tip of Tim’s cock, causing the man to gasp and then curse when Sergio’s mouth chased it. A steady string of expletives fell from the American’s lips as Sergio bobbed happily in his lap, swallowing him easily.
“Enough.” Tim gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching. He tugged the defender away by his hair, and Sergio grinned at him sloppily, the bottle still dangling loosely from his fingertips.
“On your tummy,” The goalkeeper rasped out, teasing the tousled hair around Sergio’s ear.
The Spaniard collapsed onto his back in a fit of laughter. Tim eyed him warily until Sergio gasped out “Tummy” through his giggles. The goalkeeper rolled his eyes and then manhandled the younger man into the position he wanted him in, Sergio giggling all the while but going easily.
Sergio ended up on his knees, his forehead resting on his folded arms, his puckered hole exposed. He jolted when the cool liquid filled his hole. He moaned when Tim’s tongue probed him, licking out the vodka and massaging his ring of muscle. When the vodka was gone, more replaced it. This time Tim sucked it back out, the vibrations making Sergio yell out.
Tim continued his ministrations until Sergio was an incoherent, babbling, begging mess. “Oh, oh, oh God, please fuck me, please, please fuck me.”
The American goalkeeper complied silently, quickly donning a condom and sliding home. Sergio whimpered as he did so and then let out a contented sigh, “So good.”
They quickly slid into a rhythm that satisfied them both. It was messy, but fulfilling, both of them buzzed from the vodka and the sex.
Sergio broke first, spilling himself into his hand and onto the covers. The clenching of his muscles took Tim over the edge as well. They collapsed onto the bed and Sergio wiggled out from under Tim and away from the wet spot. He smiled up at the goalkeeper dopily, “That was awesome.”
Tim laughed, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had fun too.”
“Hmm,” Sergio hummed and snuggled into the bed covers, his eyes closing.
Tim laughed again and settled in next to him.
~~~
Tim startled when arms slipped around his waist in the shower. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Sergio kiss his shoulder. “Hi,” he said amused.
“Hi,” Sergio parroted, his voice scratchy from sleep.
The goalkeeper turned in his arms and captured Sergio’s lips in a lazy kiss.
Sergio slid down, trailing kisses as he went. He ended up on his knees and engulfed Tim’s cock again. Tim tangled his fingers in Sergio’s wet hair and bit back a moan.
Sergio hummed and Tim moaned out loud. Sergio grinned up at him wickedly and sucked harder. In reaction Tim tugged harder, causing Sergio to moan as well. That vibrated through Tim’s cock, and the goalkeeper cursed.
The American didn’t last much longer and Sergio swallowed without hesitation. Tim slumped back against the shower wall shivering through his aftershocks and hauled up Sergio into a messy kiss. He tugged firmly on Sergio’s cock and the Spaniard came with a moan a few moments later. He slumped forward into Tim and they stood under the spray until Sergio let out a yelp; “Cold, cold, cold!”
Tim burst out laughing as the Spaniard danced out of the shower to avoid the cold water, but shuddered as he turned the water off. He got a towel in the face as he stepped out of the shower. Sergio grinned from where he himself was huddled in towel.
“Have we got any vodka left?” The Spaniard asked, rubbing idly at his hair and wandering towards the bedroom.
“Dunno,” Tim shrugged, reaching out to catch the other man as he slipped. “I don’t think you need any more though.”
Sergio pouted up at him while clinging to his shoulders to keep his balance.
Tim laughed again and kissed him again, all the while backing him to the bed. They fell onto it in a tangle of limbs and towels, attached at the lips.
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Tim Howard
Summary: Sergio Ramos, Tim Howard, a bottle of vodka and a hotel room.
Disclaimer: None of this is real, except I borrowed two footballers’ names.
Author’s Notes: Written for Cesc’s All-American Key Party .
“So shots for each piece of clothing?” Sergio asked, waggling the bottle at Tim as he closed the door.
“Sounds good.” The American flashed a smile and stripped his shirt, then gestured for the bottle.
Sergio laughed and handed it over before removing his own shirt.
The pair stripped quickly, taking liberal gulps of vodka after each article. In the scant minutes between being fully clothed and naked they managed to demolish over half the bottle.
Tim swayed slightly as he straightened up from removing his socks. “Well, that’s one way to get drunk quickly,” he mused, eyeing the bottle.
“Hmm,” Sergio agreed, ogling Tim’s chest hungrily. He stalked over and pushed the American back so he fell on to the bed, catching the bottle as he fell. Tim returned his stare steadily and relaxed into the bed. Sergio took an absent drag from the bottle as he decided where to start. Tim’s cock stood proud and thick on prominent display and the Spaniard’s mouth watered at the thought.
Tim gasped as liquid trickled down his collarbone, followed swiftly by Sergio’s warm tongue. Sergio lapped up the vodka and then moved down to nibble at Tim’s nipples. The goalkeeper groaned and let his eyes close.
His eyes flew open when vodka filled his belly button. Sergio grinned up at him and suckled the liquid out, before pouring more along his happy trail and following that. He then poured vodka onto the tip of Tim’s cock, causing the man to gasp and then curse when Sergio’s mouth chased it. A steady string of expletives fell from the American’s lips as Sergio bobbed happily in his lap, swallowing him easily.
“Enough.” Tim gasped as he felt his orgasm approaching. He tugged the defender away by his hair, and Sergio grinned at him sloppily, the bottle still dangling loosely from his fingertips.
“On your tummy,” The goalkeeper rasped out, teasing the tousled hair around Sergio’s ear.
The Spaniard collapsed onto his back in a fit of laughter. Tim eyed him warily until Sergio gasped out “Tummy” through his giggles. The goalkeeper rolled his eyes and then manhandled the younger man into the position he wanted him in, Sergio giggling all the while but going easily.
Sergio ended up on his knees, his forehead resting on his folded arms, his puckered hole exposed. He jolted when the cool liquid filled his hole. He moaned when Tim’s tongue probed him, licking out the vodka and massaging his ring of muscle. When the vodka was gone, more replaced it. This time Tim sucked it back out, the vibrations making Sergio yell out.
Tim continued his ministrations until Sergio was an incoherent, babbling, begging mess. “Oh, oh, oh God, please fuck me, please, please fuck me.”
The American goalkeeper complied silently, quickly donning a condom and sliding home. Sergio whimpered as he did so and then let out a contented sigh, “So good.”
They quickly slid into a rhythm that satisfied them both. It was messy, but fulfilling, both of them buzzed from the vodka and the sex.
Sergio broke first, spilling himself into his hand and onto the covers. The clenching of his muscles took Tim over the edge as well. They collapsed onto the bed and Sergio wiggled out from under Tim and away from the wet spot. He smiled up at the goalkeeper dopily, “That was awesome.”
Tim laughed, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had fun too.”
“Hmm,” Sergio hummed and snuggled into the bed covers, his eyes closing.
Tim laughed again and settled in next to him.
~~~
Tim startled when arms slipped around his waist in the shower. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Sergio kiss his shoulder. “Hi,” he said amused.
“Hi,” Sergio parroted, his voice scratchy from sleep.
The goalkeeper turned in his arms and captured Sergio’s lips in a lazy kiss.
Sergio slid down, trailing kisses as he went. He ended up on his knees and engulfed Tim’s cock again. Tim tangled his fingers in Sergio’s wet hair and bit back a moan.
Sergio hummed and Tim moaned out loud. Sergio grinned up at him wickedly and sucked harder. In reaction Tim tugged harder, causing Sergio to moan as well. That vibrated through Tim’s cock, and the goalkeeper cursed.
The American didn’t last much longer and Sergio swallowed without hesitation. Tim slumped back against the shower wall shivering through his aftershocks and hauled up Sergio into a messy kiss. He tugged firmly on Sergio’s cock and the Spaniard came with a moan a few moments later. He slumped forward into Tim and they stood under the spray until Sergio let out a yelp; “Cold, cold, cold!”
Tim burst out laughing as the Spaniard danced out of the shower to avoid the cold water, but shuddered as he turned the water off. He got a towel in the face as he stepped out of the shower. Sergio grinned from where he himself was huddled in towel.
“Have we got any vodka left?” The Spaniard asked, rubbing idly at his hair and wandering towards the bedroom.
“Dunno,” Tim shrugged, reaching out to catch the other man as he slipped. “I don’t think you need any more though.”
Sergio pouted up at him while clinging to his shoulders to keep his balance.
Tim laughed again and kissed him again, all the while backing him to the bed. They fell onto it in a tangle of limbs and towels, attached at the lips.