boys of summer - part 13
Title: The Boys of Summer
Part: 13/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,100
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and intends no harm towards people herein mentioned
Summary: Steven is off to University in the fall and so Fernando and Steven take advantage of the summer
AN: sequel to The Boys of Melrose
Fernando was brutally awoken the next morning by the incessant ringing of the phone that was on the wall in the hallway. He considered ignoring the phone but it continued to ring and the obnoxious chiming echoed painfully in his head and he knew the only way to stop it was to answer it and soon. Steven grumbled beside him and moved to bury his face further into the pillows as Fernando begrudgingly got out of the bed and stumbled into the hallway.
“Digáme.” Fernando spoke, and it had better be good he added in his head.
“Fernando? It’s your father.”
“Everything ok? Is Mari fine?”
“We’re all fine, just wanted to let you know I was able to rearrange my time off so Mari and I will be arriving tomorrow night.”
“That’s great. Do you need a lift from the airport?”
“No, we’ll rent a car but if you could make sure the house is in decent condition for when we get there.”
“We’ve been here a day do you think we’ve already trashed the place, dad?”
“I’ve seen your room, Fernando José.”
“Fine, fine. It is too early to argue.”
“It is almost noon, son.”
“Really?”
Fernando hadn’t bothered to check the time at all when the phone had woke himup too busy trying to keep his headache at bay and his vision straight. He looked around and did notice that the house was lit up pretty well from the sun outside which meant it had to be well into the morning. Shrugging he tuned back into the conversation.
“... is there anything you or Stevie need us to bring from here? I know you both left in a bit of a hurry. Stevie’s mum called the other night wondering what had happened. She was worried that Stevie hadn’t called her at all.”
“Shit. I’ll make sure he calls her today. Could you just grab my phone; I left it in my room. I think Stevie needs more clothes so maybe you could swing by and grab a bag from his mum. Stevie can ask her to put one together when he calls.”
“Of course. Make sure he calls soon, Fernando. It’s hard on a parent not knowing what your son is up to.”
Fernando could hear the pain in his father’s voice and he realized for the first time how much he had hurt his father in the past years. He had always tried to be there for Mari Paz despite all of the shit he was going through but he had never given thought to how it would affect his father. His father who had lost a wife and was left to deal with two kids all on his own. Who had moved to a foreign country and learned a foreign language to try and give them a better life.
“Lo siento, papá. I am so sorry for everything. For running away and just everything the past years. I haven’t made it easy on you.” Fernando said softly.
“I know, Fernando. We both made things hard but it’s been getting better. At least I thought it was.”
“It is.”
“Good. Then we’ll both keep trying and it will be better.”
“Gracias, papá.”
“Alright, call the Gerrards and we’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Ok. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Fernando replaced the phone gently and walked back towards the bedroom. His head was throbbing and his mouth felt dry but he felt oddly better after having talked with his father. Things weren’t going to be magically perfect with them but Fernando was going to be less hostile and they would just have to go from there. He went into the bathroom and was disappointed to find the medicine cabinet empty of any sort of painkillers groaning as his head seemed to take that as a cue to throb even harder. He went back to the bed and collapsed beside Stevie with an overdrawn and highly theatrical groan.
“What’s wrong, lad?” Stevie asked through a yawn.
“No painkillers and this pain is killing me.” He bemoaned.
“That’s what happens when ye try to drink yer body weight in tequila, babe.” Steven said wryly.
Fernando pouted and Stevie chuckled softly before dropping a kiss on his freckled nose.
“Alright, how about we get dressed and go get some painkillers then?”
“Ok. There’s some other things I can think of that we need from the drugstore.”
“It that so?” Steven said with a smile, his hand rubbing at Fernando’s hip.
“Yes, because I have plenty of plans for you before my dad gets here with Mari tomorrow night.”
Steven had flipped them around now so that Fernando was on his back with Stevie leaning over him, his weight pressing into him in a deliciously comfortable manner. For the moment Fernando forgot about hangovers and headaches and reached his head up to suck Steven’s ear into his mouth, tugging lightly as he thrust upwards. He was about to thrust upwards once again when suddenly his stomach turned and all thoughts of sex fled his mind. Hastily he scrambled off the bed and rushed back to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach - mostly alcohol - into the toilet. He groaned as Steven appeared in the doorway slightly concerned but mostly amused. Well that was one way to kill an erection.
“Ye ok?”
“I’m going to kill Sergio for those stupid shots.” Fernando groaned.
“Come on, get dressed and brush yer teeth. We’ll go get painkillers, the fresh air will help.”
He was pretty sure his stomach had settled for the time being at least so he got to his feet and did as Steven said. Half an hour later with sunglasses in place they stepped out into the Madrid afternoon. Grimacing against the sun Fernando took a sip from the bottle of water he was carrying. It wasn’t a long walk to the drugstore and soon they were on their way back Fernando having already popped a few pills.
“So yer dad and Mari are coming tomorrow night?” Stevie asked.
“Yeah, in the evening. Oh shit. I forgot you’re supposed to call your mom. She’s worried and if she packs a bag for you my dad will pick it up.”
“Bollocks! I completely forgot about me folks. Me mum probably thinks I’ve been abducted by some random Spaniard.” Stevie said with a groan.
“I can tell her it’s my fault if you want.” He offered.
“Nah, I should’ve called.” The Scouser said with a shrug.
When they got back to the house Steven immediately rang up his mum while Fernando tidied up the place. It wasn’t that bad just a few clothes that hadn’t made it to the bedroom and a glass or two.
When Steven got off the phone - his mom had tried being understanding but was still upset at the lack of call - Fernando was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. He didn’t move when Stevie walked up to him so the Scouser sat down at the edge and leaned down to sweep his lips across the boy’s freckled cheek. Fernando made a small sound of contentment in the back of his throat but kept his eyes shut.
“Still nauseous?” Stevie asked as he placed feathery kisses to the splash of freckles decorating the translucent shell of his ear.
“No.” The Spaniard murmured.
“Y tú cabeza?” Stevie continued moving to his jaw.
“Mejor.” Fernando answered with a happy sigh.
Steven smiled and let his tongue slip out to lap at the dip under the Spaniard’s jaw; he repeated the action and was rewarded with a soft moan. When he bit down gently Fernando’s hands reached up to grab at Stevie’s shirt pulling him closer. Stevie chuckled as it knocked him off balance and he landed on Fernando.
“Stevie, amor?”
“Si?” Stevie asked pushing himself back up.
Fernando had finally opened his eyes, the chocolaty brown orbs dark with desire.
“We only have the house to ourselves for another day and there are still so many places for you to fuck me.”
Steven’s cock twitched with the Spaniard’s words his mind already jumping forward to having Fernando bent over the couch.
“Is that so?” he managed to say with a relatively even voice.
“Fuck me now.” Fernando said voice husky with want.
Steven didn’t need to be told twice and he pressed a hard kiss to Fernando’s lips before standing up.
“Jeans off then on yer knees and bend over the arm.”
As Fernando obeyed Steven shed his own jeans and briefs and fetched the condoms and lube from the drugstore bag. He dropped the condoms onto the coffee table and opened the lube spreading it over his fingers as he moved behind Fernando. He let out a groan as his boyfriend bent over the arm of the couch and dropping his back into a low arch pushed his ass into the air in an oh so tantalizing display. Before he was even conscious of the decision to do it Steven’s hand slapped against the pale flesh leaving behind a pink handprint. He was about to open his mouth to apologize, not knowing what had urged him to do that, but before he could get anything out Fernando moaned. It was a sound so filled with sexual need that Steven brought his hand to Fernando’s ass once more just to hear it again.
Fernando’s moan went straight to his cock and he was overwhelmed with the need to be inside of him. Steven circled the Spaniard’s hole, already quivering in anticipation, with a slick finger before prodding gently until the digit slipped in. Fernando pushed back immediately begging for more. Steven leaned forward to press a hot open-mouthed kiss to the top of his spine before pulling out and pushing back in with two. The Spaniard keened and whimpered as Steven scissored his fingers opening him up until he could add a third.
“Más, más.” Fernando whimpered.
The breathy pleading was too much and Stevie pulled his fingers out deciding Fernando was prepared enough. He quickly sheathed himself in a condom and slathered on more lube before lining himself up. He grabbed hold of Fernando’s hip with one hand and guided himself to his puffy and stretched hole with the other. He grunted as he pushed the head of his cock in his vision almost blackening with the tightness. Once he got past the initial resistance he slammed the rest of the way in with a growl. He quickly set up a quick pace dropping his right leg to the ground for added leverage. Fernando gripped the couch arm and pushed back meeting Stevie thrust for thrust as the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and their desperate cries.
As Steven neared his orgasm he slid an arm around to grasp Fernando’s cock moving his hand to the erratic pace of his hips. He worked his hand faster and faster as the Spaniard moaned and clenched spurring Steven into release. He fucked him through his orgasm until Fernando had coaxed the last of it out of him.
“Turn around.” He half gasped as he pulled out.
Fernando moved gingerly to his back his hand on his cock picking up where Steven had stopped. Slapping the Spaniard’s hand away he slid down the couch until he could take Fernando into his mouth.
“Fuck!”
The Scouser sucked hard at the head while he worked the shaft with his hand Fernando’s pre-cum making his mouth water. He bobbed his head and flicked his tongue against the sensitive slit and then Fernando’s hands tightened in his hair as his hips lifted off the couch and he came in a rush down Steven’s throat. He swallowed it all and moved back up Fernando’s body for a sloppy kiss the Spaniard’s tongue chasing away any last taste of him. They kissed lazily for a bit longer before Steven pushed himself up into a sitting position. Just then Fernando’s stomach growled softly and the Spaniard smiled sheepishly.
“Guess yer stomach’s settled enough to eat, lad.” Steven teased.
“We should probably shower though.” Fernando returned, turning hungry eyes on him.
“It’s already 2:00, how about lunch then shower.” He countered with a chuckle.
Fernando catapulted and the two boys pulled on jeans and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. Luckily they had gone shopping the day before and the fridge was well stocked. As he dug into his food Stevie couldn’t help but think that he was going to need all the energy he could get in these next 24 hours.
Part: 13/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,100
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and intends no harm towards people herein mentioned
Summary: Steven is off to University in the fall and so Fernando and Steven take advantage of the summer
AN: sequel to The Boys of Melrose
Fernando was brutally awoken the next morning by the incessant ringing of the phone that was on the wall in the hallway. He considered ignoring the phone but it continued to ring and the obnoxious chiming echoed painfully in his head and he knew the only way to stop it was to answer it and soon. Steven grumbled beside him and moved to bury his face further into the pillows as Fernando begrudgingly got out of the bed and stumbled into the hallway.
“Digáme.” Fernando spoke, and it had better be good he added in his head.
“Fernando? It’s your father.”
“Everything ok? Is Mari fine?”
“We’re all fine, just wanted to let you know I was able to rearrange my time off so Mari and I will be arriving tomorrow night.”
“That’s great. Do you need a lift from the airport?”
“No, we’ll rent a car but if you could make sure the house is in decent condition for when we get there.”
“We’ve been here a day do you think we’ve already trashed the place, dad?”
“I’ve seen your room, Fernando José.”
“Fine, fine. It is too early to argue.”
“It is almost noon, son.”
“Really?”
Fernando hadn’t bothered to check the time at all when the phone had woke himup too busy trying to keep his headache at bay and his vision straight. He looked around and did notice that the house was lit up pretty well from the sun outside which meant it had to be well into the morning. Shrugging he tuned back into the conversation.
“... is there anything you or Stevie need us to bring from here? I know you both left in a bit of a hurry. Stevie’s mum called the other night wondering what had happened. She was worried that Stevie hadn’t called her at all.”
“Shit. I’ll make sure he calls her today. Could you just grab my phone; I left it in my room. I think Stevie needs more clothes so maybe you could swing by and grab a bag from his mum. Stevie can ask her to put one together when he calls.”
“Of course. Make sure he calls soon, Fernando. It’s hard on a parent not knowing what your son is up to.”
Fernando could hear the pain in his father’s voice and he realized for the first time how much he had hurt his father in the past years. He had always tried to be there for Mari Paz despite all of the shit he was going through but he had never given thought to how it would affect his father. His father who had lost a wife and was left to deal with two kids all on his own. Who had moved to a foreign country and learned a foreign language to try and give them a better life.
“Lo siento, papá. I am so sorry for everything. For running away and just everything the past years. I haven’t made it easy on you.” Fernando said softly.
“I know, Fernando. We both made things hard but it’s been getting better. At least I thought it was.”
“It is.”
“Good. Then we’ll both keep trying and it will be better.”
“Gracias, papá.”
“Alright, call the Gerrards and we’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Ok. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Fernando replaced the phone gently and walked back towards the bedroom. His head was throbbing and his mouth felt dry but he felt oddly better after having talked with his father. Things weren’t going to be magically perfect with them but Fernando was going to be less hostile and they would just have to go from there. He went into the bathroom and was disappointed to find the medicine cabinet empty of any sort of painkillers groaning as his head seemed to take that as a cue to throb even harder. He went back to the bed and collapsed beside Stevie with an overdrawn and highly theatrical groan.
“What’s wrong, lad?” Stevie asked through a yawn.
“No painkillers and this pain is killing me.” He bemoaned.
“That’s what happens when ye try to drink yer body weight in tequila, babe.” Steven said wryly.
Fernando pouted and Stevie chuckled softly before dropping a kiss on his freckled nose.
“Alright, how about we get dressed and go get some painkillers then?”
“Ok. There’s some other things I can think of that we need from the drugstore.”
“It that so?” Steven said with a smile, his hand rubbing at Fernando’s hip.
“Yes, because I have plenty of plans for you before my dad gets here with Mari tomorrow night.”
Steven had flipped them around now so that Fernando was on his back with Stevie leaning over him, his weight pressing into him in a deliciously comfortable manner. For the moment Fernando forgot about hangovers and headaches and reached his head up to suck Steven’s ear into his mouth, tugging lightly as he thrust upwards. He was about to thrust upwards once again when suddenly his stomach turned and all thoughts of sex fled his mind. Hastily he scrambled off the bed and rushed back to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach - mostly alcohol - into the toilet. He groaned as Steven appeared in the doorway slightly concerned but mostly amused. Well that was one way to kill an erection.
“Ye ok?”
“I’m going to kill Sergio for those stupid shots.” Fernando groaned.
“Come on, get dressed and brush yer teeth. We’ll go get painkillers, the fresh air will help.”
He was pretty sure his stomach had settled for the time being at least so he got to his feet and did as Steven said. Half an hour later with sunglasses in place they stepped out into the Madrid afternoon. Grimacing against the sun Fernando took a sip from the bottle of water he was carrying. It wasn’t a long walk to the drugstore and soon they were on their way back Fernando having already popped a few pills.
“So yer dad and Mari are coming tomorrow night?” Stevie asked.
“Yeah, in the evening. Oh shit. I forgot you’re supposed to call your mom. She’s worried and if she packs a bag for you my dad will pick it up.”
“Bollocks! I completely forgot about me folks. Me mum probably thinks I’ve been abducted by some random Spaniard.” Stevie said with a groan.
“I can tell her it’s my fault if you want.” He offered.
“Nah, I should’ve called.” The Scouser said with a shrug.
When they got back to the house Steven immediately rang up his mum while Fernando tidied up the place. It wasn’t that bad just a few clothes that hadn’t made it to the bedroom and a glass or two.
When Steven got off the phone - his mom had tried being understanding but was still upset at the lack of call - Fernando was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. He didn’t move when Stevie walked up to him so the Scouser sat down at the edge and leaned down to sweep his lips across the boy’s freckled cheek. Fernando made a small sound of contentment in the back of his throat but kept his eyes shut.
“Still nauseous?” Stevie asked as he placed feathery kisses to the splash of freckles decorating the translucent shell of his ear.
“No.” The Spaniard murmured.
“Y tú cabeza?” Stevie continued moving to his jaw.
“Mejor.” Fernando answered with a happy sigh.
Steven smiled and let his tongue slip out to lap at the dip under the Spaniard’s jaw; he repeated the action and was rewarded with a soft moan. When he bit down gently Fernando’s hands reached up to grab at Stevie’s shirt pulling him closer. Stevie chuckled as it knocked him off balance and he landed on Fernando.
“Stevie, amor?”
“Si?” Stevie asked pushing himself back up.
Fernando had finally opened his eyes, the chocolaty brown orbs dark with desire.
“We only have the house to ourselves for another day and there are still so many places for you to fuck me.”
Steven’s cock twitched with the Spaniard’s words his mind already jumping forward to having Fernando bent over the couch.
“Is that so?” he managed to say with a relatively even voice.
“Fuck me now.” Fernando said voice husky with want.
Steven didn’t need to be told twice and he pressed a hard kiss to Fernando’s lips before standing up.
“Jeans off then on yer knees and bend over the arm.”
As Fernando obeyed Steven shed his own jeans and briefs and fetched the condoms and lube from the drugstore bag. He dropped the condoms onto the coffee table and opened the lube spreading it over his fingers as he moved behind Fernando. He let out a groan as his boyfriend bent over the arm of the couch and dropping his back into a low arch pushed his ass into the air in an oh so tantalizing display. Before he was even conscious of the decision to do it Steven’s hand slapped against the pale flesh leaving behind a pink handprint. He was about to open his mouth to apologize, not knowing what had urged him to do that, but before he could get anything out Fernando moaned. It was a sound so filled with sexual need that Steven brought his hand to Fernando’s ass once more just to hear it again.
Fernando’s moan went straight to his cock and he was overwhelmed with the need to be inside of him. Steven circled the Spaniard’s hole, already quivering in anticipation, with a slick finger before prodding gently until the digit slipped in. Fernando pushed back immediately begging for more. Steven leaned forward to press a hot open-mouthed kiss to the top of his spine before pulling out and pushing back in with two. The Spaniard keened and whimpered as Steven scissored his fingers opening him up until he could add a third.
“Más, más.” Fernando whimpered.
The breathy pleading was too much and Stevie pulled his fingers out deciding Fernando was prepared enough. He quickly sheathed himself in a condom and slathered on more lube before lining himself up. He grabbed hold of Fernando’s hip with one hand and guided himself to his puffy and stretched hole with the other. He grunted as he pushed the head of his cock in his vision almost blackening with the tightness. Once he got past the initial resistance he slammed the rest of the way in with a growl. He quickly set up a quick pace dropping his right leg to the ground for added leverage. Fernando gripped the couch arm and pushed back meeting Stevie thrust for thrust as the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and their desperate cries.
As Steven neared his orgasm he slid an arm around to grasp Fernando’s cock moving his hand to the erratic pace of his hips. He worked his hand faster and faster as the Spaniard moaned and clenched spurring Steven into release. He fucked him through his orgasm until Fernando had coaxed the last of it out of him.
“Turn around.” He half gasped as he pulled out.
Fernando moved gingerly to his back his hand on his cock picking up where Steven had stopped. Slapping the Spaniard’s hand away he slid down the couch until he could take Fernando into his mouth.
“Fuck!”
The Scouser sucked hard at the head while he worked the shaft with his hand Fernando’s pre-cum making his mouth water. He bobbed his head and flicked his tongue against the sensitive slit and then Fernando’s hands tightened in his hair as his hips lifted off the couch and he came in a rush down Steven’s throat. He swallowed it all and moved back up Fernando’s body for a sloppy kiss the Spaniard’s tongue chasing away any last taste of him. They kissed lazily for a bit longer before Steven pushed himself up into a sitting position. Just then Fernando’s stomach growled softly and the Spaniard smiled sheepishly.
“Guess yer stomach’s settled enough to eat, lad.” Steven teased.
“We should probably shower though.” Fernando returned, turning hungry eyes on him.
“It’s already 2:00, how about lunch then shower.” He countered with a chuckle.
Fernando catapulted and the two boys pulled on jeans and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. Luckily they had gone shopping the day before and the fridge was well stocked. As he dug into his food Stevie couldn’t help but think that he was going to need all the energy he could get in these next 24 hours.