Boys of Melrose - Part 20 a
Title: the Boys of Melrose
Part: 20a/20
Rating: R
Words: 2,668
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: football as punishment. A match made in heaven? No but a match it is.
The dressing room was silent as they all turned to stare at Rafa Benitez who was standing at the head of the room in his suit. The importance of today’s match was lost on nobody and was reflected in the near reverential silence that encompassed them. Fernando tried to focus on the supposedly inspiring words that Rafa was sharing but long speeches had never been able to keep his attention and today looked like it wasn’t going to be any different. Instead he let his gaze travel around the room taking in the expressions on his team mates faces. He stifled a chuckle at the look of complete seriousness on Lucas’ face, such stern expressions seeming out of place on the young Brazilian. He caught Daniel’s eyes and the Dane winked as Fernando noticed him texting discreetly, so it seems he wasn’t the only one having problems with attention. Beside him Steven was sitting stiffly, his attention completely focused on Rafa his hands clenched in his lap. He reached out to cover the white knuckles running his thumb along in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He felt Steven relax incrementally as he continued to rub a random pattern into the tense skin.
“Alright boys I want you in the tunnel in five.” Rafa said, ending his spiel.
The command seemed to break whatever spell had been over the room and a rush of excitement and adrenaline surged through them bringing the players to life. Steven was still sitting tensely as if the pressures of being captain had his body frozen and Fernando was filled with the need to do something to shake it loose; to lessen the pressure in any way possible.
He swung his leg around so that he ended up straddling Steven’s lap on the bench the action jarring the Scouser out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to protest but Fernando silenced it by covering his mouth with his own. The kiss wasn’t overtly sexual as Fernando tried to share his strength and support like Steven had done outside the hospital. He kissed him back, soft open mouthed kisses that had the tension fleeing from his shoulders. Fernando pulled back and offered a confident smile as his thumb brushed over Steven’s cheek.
“Relax, Captain Fantastic. We’ve got this.”
A cheer went up behind them and Fernando laughed as Steven buried his face against Fernando’s shoulder a telltale flush creeping up his neck. There was some more cheering amidst catcalls and laughter and Steven rolled his eyes but Fernando could see he was fighting a grin and he thought to himself mission accomplished.
“Alright lads, don’t make me boyfriend a liar. Let’s go before the gaffer’s back in here.”
There were some more chuckles as the starting eleven lined up in the tunnel while the others made their way to the bench offering encouraging words. Steven took his spot at the front and Fernando slipped in behind him offering Carra a cheeky grin as he stole his customary spot. Carra simply shook his head before adjusting his socks. He felt the solemnity of the occasion overcoming as it always did in the tunnel and before completely settling down he leaned forward to flick his tongue over the shell of Steven’s ear.
“Score and I’ll blow you in the showers after.” He whispered.
Steven nearly swallowed his tongue as Fernando whispered the seductive words into his ear. His head whipped around but Fernando had already stilled, his mind fully on the match ahead and his expression unreadable. Steven swallowed thickly before turning back around. It always amazed him that the Spaniard could be so hyperactive and downright seductive only seconds before shutting down in anticipation and preparation. Calm radiated from him and Steven soaked it in like the strength in his kiss and prepared for the match of his season.
The first half had to be coming to a close any time now and the score was still 0-0. Steven shook his head to clear out any thoughts of fatigue as Pepe scooped up the ball from a soft shot by Rooney. He jogged back towards the center line turning to watch his keeper release the ball down the left flank. Aurelio was there waiting and he deftly outmanoeuvred the players on his heels before sending it across to Steven. The ball hit against Steven’s right instep and rolled forward as he shifted into a run, the ball never straying more than a few inches from his feet. Around him Mancs closed in and elbows came out as the fight for the ball ensued. He glanced up field and seeing a familiar flash of blond he launched the ball mere seconds before Fernando broke free from his tags. The Spaniard easily danced around the defenders, Ferdinand moving as if he was stuck in molasses. Steven held his breath as Fernando chipped the ball over van der Sar but the keeper managed to get the tip of his gloves on the ball knocking it off to the left. It was a lucky save but van der Sar’s luck had run out for Kuyt was there persistent as always to flick it back towards the center and allowing Steven to bury it in the back of the net.
He pointed to Kuyt with a grin as he let out a triumphant cry before lifting his shirt to place a kiss against the crest. The team was running towards him and he barely had time to prepare himself as Fernando launched himself his legs wrapping around Steven’s waist naturally. The Spaniard wore a huge grin and Steven buried his face against his chest as his teammates crowded around him. Their celebration was brief for the game was nowhere near over and the clock was still ticking. They resumed their positions and it wasn’t long before the ref was blowing his whistle to indicate the end of the first half. The Melrose boys went into the dressing room with smiles on their faces.
“Alright lads, we’re ahead for now but let’s not forget who we’re playing here.” Steven told the team as they settled on benches.
Fernando gulped from his water bottle trying to quench the thirst that came from running around for 45 minutes. Rafa came in behind them and praised them on their play but echoed Steven’s warning to not slack off. Before he seemed to fully catch his breath they were heading back out to the pitch ready for another gruelling 45 minutes of play.
Their opponents seemed to have gotten a second wind during the short reprieve and they started off the second half attacking hard. It wasn’t long before Gibson managed to link up with Rooney and the Englishman slotted one past Pepe. The equalising goal dampened their spirits and Manchester took quick advantage as the Reds made what had to be a record amount of uncompleted passes. Fernando could tell that Steven was furious with their inaction and it only increased when Ferdinand headed home a beautifully crossed corner kick. Carra was screaming at his fellow defenders and Fernando noted the thin line of Daniel’s lips and the tightness of his shoulders. He hoped the Dane didn’t do something reckless out of frustration but wouldn’t be able to blame him if he did. He himself felt like ripping out his hair as they lined up once again at the center line, knowing that if he could just get that right touch he could even them up again.
The next twenty or so minutes were a blur of bursts forward, challenges and caught balls. Manchester’s second goal seemed to have lit a fire under the Reds and they were all over the pitch shutting down their opponents at every turn, pushing forward only to be shut down in return. His frustration was increasing with each blocked shot and each run that got blocked off until a reckless challenge had him seeing a yellow. He wanted to shout and scream but he held it all in and simply nodded at the ref as he made note of the infraction in his book. Fernando felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Steven before even turning around. He knew his eyes were flashing with barely restrained anger when he turned around but right now he wasn’t facing his boyfriend he was just facing another teammate and his anger seethed.
“’Take a breath Torres, we still have time. We can’t do this if ye don’t calm down.”
Steven’s voice was calm but Fernando could hear the edge in the words. He could feel the frustration and need to win as clearly as his own emotions. He took the recommended breath and another before nodding brusquely. There wasn’t time to say anything else before the ball was back in play and he once again focused on getting his feet on the ball and sending it to the back of the net. His chance came soon after when Steven lined up at the corner flag his shoulders squared. Fernando jostled in front of the net with his teammates, hanging near the back post his eyes focused on the dusty black and white ball. It was a beautiful cross that arched over the box above their heads. Fernando was already in the air, having anticipated it, reading where it would go the second it left Steven’s boot. He got his head on the ball directing it down and in a near replication of Manchester’s second goal the ball fit in under the crossbar and just like that they were levelled up.
Fernando felt a bit of the pressure ease as Steven ran up to him followed closely by Lucas and half a dozen others that were nothing more than a sea of red shirts. Amongst the congratulations he heard a familiar voice whispering low in his ear.
“I might just have to return the favour in the shower, lad.”
When they settled back into positions Fernando was smiling for a whole other reason and wondered what he would get if he sank another. Sexual favours or not he was looking to score another and put them on top. He did just that with five minutes left in normal play when a cross by Kuyt allowed him to break free and after dancing around a faceless defender he sent van der Sar the wrong way. The roar that went up in the stands was near deafening and he heard the distinct sounds of Mari Paz’s Spanish shouting proudly. The last five minutes was a game of cat and mouse with the Reds making leisurely passes to run the clock out. When that whistle finally blew (a beautiful sound to Fernando’s ear) he sank to his knees in elated exhaustion and grinned as their bench cleared and the pitch filled with happy players.
Fernando pulled himself to his feet as he saw Wayne Rooney approaching him. The short Englishman smiled wryly and held out his hand which Fernando easily accepted as they exchanged praises. After thanking Rooney for his praises on his second goal they exchanged shirts and the air cool on his chest he headed towards the mass of other players. He met Steven’s gaze and amongst the celebrating they gravitated towards each other. At some point the Scouser had exchanged jerseys and he had a Manchester one slung over his right shoulder.
“We did it. We actually did it. We won, we’re the champions.” Steven said with a grin.
“I told you we would.” Fernando replied letting himself be pulled into a hug.
“I guess I should listen to ye then.” Steven said softly.
Fernando smiled at his captain, his boyfriend, his love. Steven’s hands came up to frame his face and he bent forward to capture his mouth. Steven’s mouth slid easily over his and Fernando didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to him. The Scouser’s tongue was hot and thick in his mouth and he sucked on it hungrily. He tasted of power and victory and that addicting blend that was pure Steven. Fernando let out a soft moan as they broke apart amongst heckling from the surrounding players.
“God I can’t wait for the showers.” Fernando murmured just low enough for Steven to hear.
After that Steven didn’t care much for staying out on the pitch and headed into the showers knowing the rest of the lads would follow. He took his time under the hot spray, letting the water wash away all the dirt and grass that clung to his skin. Around him other players washed quickly eager to get out and commence some proper celebrating.
“Stevie, ye coming out later lad?” Carra asked as he towelled off.
The team had decided to meet at a local pub that was slack on checking IDs and would allow the younger players to drink. Normally Steven wouldn’t support this but today was different, today they were champions and deserved a beer or two. He promised Carra that Fernando and he would be there and then turned around to turn up the heat on the shower. He was already half hard in anticipation and as the showers emptied out he brought a hand to his cock stroking slowly. He faced the wall and let his head rest against the cool tiles, hot water spilling down his back and he let out a soft moan. Steven didn’t hear Fernando come in and he jumped as long fingers wrapped around his hand and joined in on the stroking.
“Shit! Don’t sneak up on a lad like that, Nando.”
Fernando chuckled the hot breath tickling his ear and sending more blood rushing to his erection. He made a soft noise of approval low in his throat and Fernando started mouthing at his neck turning Steven’s body around as he did. He allowed himself to be pushed up against the tiles, the coolness against his back in contrast with the heat of Fernando pressed into his front. Their mouths met in a heated open-mouthed kiss and Steven wasted no time in jamming his tongue in, licking at the inside of his cheek and tasting the power drink he had consumed post-match. He licked at the hot, moist mouth until all that was left was the taste of Fernando. All sweet innocence and seduction that only revved his libido even more. The kiss ended with heavy pants and Stevie groaned as Fernando continued to jack him off. Fernando pressed a quick kiss against his open mouth before sliding down to his knees. The Spaniard gazed at Steven’s cock engorged and leaking pre-cum before licking his lips and leaning forward.
“Fuck!” he groaned as the head was sucked in greedily.
Fernando released the cock with a lewd pop and a grin before sucking the entire length in. Steven nearly swallowed his tongue as his cock hit the back of Fernando’s throat. He tried to find purchase on the slippery tiles as Fernando bobbed his head and instead grabbed onto his shoulders, his short nails digging into the freckled skin. The Spaniard’s tongue was doing sinful things and Steven’s hips were bucking on their own accord. Fernando slackened his jaw even more and let Steven thrust freely into the moist cavern. He moved his hands up to Fernando’s hair, tangling in the damp locks as he thrust for all he was worth, the muscles of Fernando’s throat massaging the head of his cock. He pulled back slightly as he started to come and Fernando simply let the cum fill his mouth swallowing down every drop.
“Fer, oh fuck... fuck that was...” he panted.
Steven slid to his knees falling forward but Fernando caught him and he rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he caught his breath. His breathing slowed as those long fingers ran through his hair, scratching the scalp lightly.
“Gods I love ye,” he breathed, “and not just ‘cause of that mouth of yers.”
“I love you too, Stevie.”
Part: 20a/20
Rating: R
Words: 2,668
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: football as punishment. A match made in heaven? No but a match it is.
The dressing room was silent as they all turned to stare at Rafa Benitez who was standing at the head of the room in his suit. The importance of today’s match was lost on nobody and was reflected in the near reverential silence that encompassed them. Fernando tried to focus on the supposedly inspiring words that Rafa was sharing but long speeches had never been able to keep his attention and today looked like it wasn’t going to be any different. Instead he let his gaze travel around the room taking in the expressions on his team mates faces. He stifled a chuckle at the look of complete seriousness on Lucas’ face, such stern expressions seeming out of place on the young Brazilian. He caught Daniel’s eyes and the Dane winked as Fernando noticed him texting discreetly, so it seems he wasn’t the only one having problems with attention. Beside him Steven was sitting stiffly, his attention completely focused on Rafa his hands clenched in his lap. He reached out to cover the white knuckles running his thumb along in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He felt Steven relax incrementally as he continued to rub a random pattern into the tense skin.
“Alright boys I want you in the tunnel in five.” Rafa said, ending his spiel.
The command seemed to break whatever spell had been over the room and a rush of excitement and adrenaline surged through them bringing the players to life. Steven was still sitting tensely as if the pressures of being captain had his body frozen and Fernando was filled with the need to do something to shake it loose; to lessen the pressure in any way possible.
He swung his leg around so that he ended up straddling Steven’s lap on the bench the action jarring the Scouser out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to protest but Fernando silenced it by covering his mouth with his own. The kiss wasn’t overtly sexual as Fernando tried to share his strength and support like Steven had done outside the hospital. He kissed him back, soft open mouthed kisses that had the tension fleeing from his shoulders. Fernando pulled back and offered a confident smile as his thumb brushed over Steven’s cheek.
“Relax, Captain Fantastic. We’ve got this.”
A cheer went up behind them and Fernando laughed as Steven buried his face against Fernando’s shoulder a telltale flush creeping up his neck. There was some more cheering amidst catcalls and laughter and Steven rolled his eyes but Fernando could see he was fighting a grin and he thought to himself mission accomplished.
“Alright lads, don’t make me boyfriend a liar. Let’s go before the gaffer’s back in here.”
There were some more chuckles as the starting eleven lined up in the tunnel while the others made their way to the bench offering encouraging words. Steven took his spot at the front and Fernando slipped in behind him offering Carra a cheeky grin as he stole his customary spot. Carra simply shook his head before adjusting his socks. He felt the solemnity of the occasion overcoming as it always did in the tunnel and before completely settling down he leaned forward to flick his tongue over the shell of Steven’s ear.
“Score and I’ll blow you in the showers after.” He whispered.
Steven nearly swallowed his tongue as Fernando whispered the seductive words into his ear. His head whipped around but Fernando had already stilled, his mind fully on the match ahead and his expression unreadable. Steven swallowed thickly before turning back around. It always amazed him that the Spaniard could be so hyperactive and downright seductive only seconds before shutting down in anticipation and preparation. Calm radiated from him and Steven soaked it in like the strength in his kiss and prepared for the match of his season.
The first half had to be coming to a close any time now and the score was still 0-0. Steven shook his head to clear out any thoughts of fatigue as Pepe scooped up the ball from a soft shot by Rooney. He jogged back towards the center line turning to watch his keeper release the ball down the left flank. Aurelio was there waiting and he deftly outmanoeuvred the players on his heels before sending it across to Steven. The ball hit against Steven’s right instep and rolled forward as he shifted into a run, the ball never straying more than a few inches from his feet. Around him Mancs closed in and elbows came out as the fight for the ball ensued. He glanced up field and seeing a familiar flash of blond he launched the ball mere seconds before Fernando broke free from his tags. The Spaniard easily danced around the defenders, Ferdinand moving as if he was stuck in molasses. Steven held his breath as Fernando chipped the ball over van der Sar but the keeper managed to get the tip of his gloves on the ball knocking it off to the left. It was a lucky save but van der Sar’s luck had run out for Kuyt was there persistent as always to flick it back towards the center and allowing Steven to bury it in the back of the net.
He pointed to Kuyt with a grin as he let out a triumphant cry before lifting his shirt to place a kiss against the crest. The team was running towards him and he barely had time to prepare himself as Fernando launched himself his legs wrapping around Steven’s waist naturally. The Spaniard wore a huge grin and Steven buried his face against his chest as his teammates crowded around him. Their celebration was brief for the game was nowhere near over and the clock was still ticking. They resumed their positions and it wasn’t long before the ref was blowing his whistle to indicate the end of the first half. The Melrose boys went into the dressing room with smiles on their faces.
“Alright lads, we’re ahead for now but let’s not forget who we’re playing here.” Steven told the team as they settled on benches.
Fernando gulped from his water bottle trying to quench the thirst that came from running around for 45 minutes. Rafa came in behind them and praised them on their play but echoed Steven’s warning to not slack off. Before he seemed to fully catch his breath they were heading back out to the pitch ready for another gruelling 45 minutes of play.
Their opponents seemed to have gotten a second wind during the short reprieve and they started off the second half attacking hard. It wasn’t long before Gibson managed to link up with Rooney and the Englishman slotted one past Pepe. The equalising goal dampened their spirits and Manchester took quick advantage as the Reds made what had to be a record amount of uncompleted passes. Fernando could tell that Steven was furious with their inaction and it only increased when Ferdinand headed home a beautifully crossed corner kick. Carra was screaming at his fellow defenders and Fernando noted the thin line of Daniel’s lips and the tightness of his shoulders. He hoped the Dane didn’t do something reckless out of frustration but wouldn’t be able to blame him if he did. He himself felt like ripping out his hair as they lined up once again at the center line, knowing that if he could just get that right touch he could even them up again.
The next twenty or so minutes were a blur of bursts forward, challenges and caught balls. Manchester’s second goal seemed to have lit a fire under the Reds and they were all over the pitch shutting down their opponents at every turn, pushing forward only to be shut down in return. His frustration was increasing with each blocked shot and each run that got blocked off until a reckless challenge had him seeing a yellow. He wanted to shout and scream but he held it all in and simply nodded at the ref as he made note of the infraction in his book. Fernando felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Steven before even turning around. He knew his eyes were flashing with barely restrained anger when he turned around but right now he wasn’t facing his boyfriend he was just facing another teammate and his anger seethed.
“’Take a breath Torres, we still have time. We can’t do this if ye don’t calm down.”
Steven’s voice was calm but Fernando could hear the edge in the words. He could feel the frustration and need to win as clearly as his own emotions. He took the recommended breath and another before nodding brusquely. There wasn’t time to say anything else before the ball was back in play and he once again focused on getting his feet on the ball and sending it to the back of the net. His chance came soon after when Steven lined up at the corner flag his shoulders squared. Fernando jostled in front of the net with his teammates, hanging near the back post his eyes focused on the dusty black and white ball. It was a beautiful cross that arched over the box above their heads. Fernando was already in the air, having anticipated it, reading where it would go the second it left Steven’s boot. He got his head on the ball directing it down and in a near replication of Manchester’s second goal the ball fit in under the crossbar and just like that they were levelled up.
Fernando felt a bit of the pressure ease as Steven ran up to him followed closely by Lucas and half a dozen others that were nothing more than a sea of red shirts. Amongst the congratulations he heard a familiar voice whispering low in his ear.
“I might just have to return the favour in the shower, lad.”
When they settled back into positions Fernando was smiling for a whole other reason and wondered what he would get if he sank another. Sexual favours or not he was looking to score another and put them on top. He did just that with five minutes left in normal play when a cross by Kuyt allowed him to break free and after dancing around a faceless defender he sent van der Sar the wrong way. The roar that went up in the stands was near deafening and he heard the distinct sounds of Mari Paz’s Spanish shouting proudly. The last five minutes was a game of cat and mouse with the Reds making leisurely passes to run the clock out. When that whistle finally blew (a beautiful sound to Fernando’s ear) he sank to his knees in elated exhaustion and grinned as their bench cleared and the pitch filled with happy players.
Fernando pulled himself to his feet as he saw Wayne Rooney approaching him. The short Englishman smiled wryly and held out his hand which Fernando easily accepted as they exchanged praises. After thanking Rooney for his praises on his second goal they exchanged shirts and the air cool on his chest he headed towards the mass of other players. He met Steven’s gaze and amongst the celebrating they gravitated towards each other. At some point the Scouser had exchanged jerseys and he had a Manchester one slung over his right shoulder.
“We did it. We actually did it. We won, we’re the champions.” Steven said with a grin.
“I told you we would.” Fernando replied letting himself be pulled into a hug.
“I guess I should listen to ye then.” Steven said softly.
Fernando smiled at his captain, his boyfriend, his love. Steven’s hands came up to frame his face and he bent forward to capture his mouth. Steven’s mouth slid easily over his and Fernando didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to him. The Scouser’s tongue was hot and thick in his mouth and he sucked on it hungrily. He tasted of power and victory and that addicting blend that was pure Steven. Fernando let out a soft moan as they broke apart amongst heckling from the surrounding players.
“God I can’t wait for the showers.” Fernando murmured just low enough for Steven to hear.
After that Steven didn’t care much for staying out on the pitch and headed into the showers knowing the rest of the lads would follow. He took his time under the hot spray, letting the water wash away all the dirt and grass that clung to his skin. Around him other players washed quickly eager to get out and commence some proper celebrating.
“Stevie, ye coming out later lad?” Carra asked as he towelled off.
The team had decided to meet at a local pub that was slack on checking IDs and would allow the younger players to drink. Normally Steven wouldn’t support this but today was different, today they were champions and deserved a beer or two. He promised Carra that Fernando and he would be there and then turned around to turn up the heat on the shower. He was already half hard in anticipation and as the showers emptied out he brought a hand to his cock stroking slowly. He faced the wall and let his head rest against the cool tiles, hot water spilling down his back and he let out a soft moan. Steven didn’t hear Fernando come in and he jumped as long fingers wrapped around his hand and joined in on the stroking.
“Shit! Don’t sneak up on a lad like that, Nando.”
Fernando chuckled the hot breath tickling his ear and sending more blood rushing to his erection. He made a soft noise of approval low in his throat and Fernando started mouthing at his neck turning Steven’s body around as he did. He allowed himself to be pushed up against the tiles, the coolness against his back in contrast with the heat of Fernando pressed into his front. Their mouths met in a heated open-mouthed kiss and Steven wasted no time in jamming his tongue in, licking at the inside of his cheek and tasting the power drink he had consumed post-match. He licked at the hot, moist mouth until all that was left was the taste of Fernando. All sweet innocence and seduction that only revved his libido even more. The kiss ended with heavy pants and Stevie groaned as Fernando continued to jack him off. Fernando pressed a quick kiss against his open mouth before sliding down to his knees. The Spaniard gazed at Steven’s cock engorged and leaking pre-cum before licking his lips and leaning forward.
“Fuck!” he groaned as the head was sucked in greedily.
Fernando released the cock with a lewd pop and a grin before sucking the entire length in. Steven nearly swallowed his tongue as his cock hit the back of Fernando’s throat. He tried to find purchase on the slippery tiles as Fernando bobbed his head and instead grabbed onto his shoulders, his short nails digging into the freckled skin. The Spaniard’s tongue was doing sinful things and Steven’s hips were bucking on their own accord. Fernando slackened his jaw even more and let Steven thrust freely into the moist cavern. He moved his hands up to Fernando’s hair, tangling in the damp locks as he thrust for all he was worth, the muscles of Fernando’s throat massaging the head of his cock. He pulled back slightly as he started to come and Fernando simply let the cum fill his mouth swallowing down every drop.
“Fer, oh fuck... fuck that was...” he panted.
Steven slid to his knees falling forward but Fernando caught him and he rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he caught his breath. His breathing slowed as those long fingers ran through his hair, scratching the scalp lightly.
“Gods I love ye,” he breathed, “and not just ‘cause of that mouth of yers.”
“I love you too, Stevie.”