boy of summer - part 1
Title: The Boys of Summer
Part: 1/20
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 1,326
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
Tick, tick, tick.
The seconds seemed to be passing extraordinarily slow that afternoon and Fernando let out a long-suffering sigh. He was five minutes away from freedom; two whole months of freedom. Well once his exams were done at least. He wasn’t sure why he had bothered coming, the last day of classes was a joke and the review was pitiful. Truthfully he knew why he was here. Steven Gerrard. Steven had insisted he attend all of his review sessions. Normally he wouldn’t have but Steven had promised such sinful things and so here he was watching the clock tick. He was about to toss a balled up piece of paper at the back of Pepe Reina’s head - the baldness making for a great target - when the soft buzzing of his phone alerted him to a message.
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
surviving? You better not have bailed.
Fernando slouched further down into his seat and after glancing to see that the professor was occupied with one of his students who actually cared he returned his attention to the phone.
To: Steven
From: Nando
I think the clock is broken. I might die of boredom in the next 5 min
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
well i’m not into necrophilia so if ye die no reward
To: Steven
From: Nando
how bout I skip now and collect it? ;p
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
as much as i want that sweet ass deal was to the bell
Fernando frowned at the message hoping he would have been able to skip out a few minutes early because looking at the clock he was dismayed to see that only one minute had passed and the professor didn’t look like he was going to end a second sooner. In response he sent Steven a sad face the emoticon not having the same effect as his own pout unfortunately. His phone went off again but he was surprised to see that this time it wasn’t from his boyfriend but instead the bald-headed keeper sitting on the other side of the classroom.
To: Fernando
From: Pepe
stop sexting in class, niño. =p
Fernando looked up to see the keeper watching him with a smirk and in retaliation he stuck his tongue out before flicking the already balled up paper at his head. Pepe, with his natural keeper instincts, reached up and swatted it down and unfortunately for him catching the attention of the professor.
“Jose Reina, please pay attention. Would it be so troubling to maintain control for another few minutes.”
“But, Fer...” Pepe started but Fernando was looking entirely innocent and Pepe didn’t even bother.
Once the professor’s attention was once again occupied Fernando snickered softly his smirk growing as Pepe turned to glare. Basking in yet another victory over the keeper who had become a close friend the last few minutes passed by. When the bell rang Fernando didn’t wait to hear the professor remind the class of the time and date of their final exam simply gathering his nearly empty book bag (he may have agreed to go but the textbooks were just too heavy) and almost running out of the room. In his rush to leave he ran into somebody waiting outside the doors.
“Whoa, Niño.” A deep, familiar voice breathed across his ear.
“Stevie!” he exclaimed, surprised to find him already there. “You cut early and wouldn’t let me!?”
“Me attending wasn’t part of the deal lad, but no, Carter let us out early.”
A small smile flickered over Fernando’s face at the mention of the aging professor after all he was indirectly responsible for Fernando getting together with Steven. It was his failed seduction attempt of the old guy that landed him on the football team and subsequently in Steven’s arms.
“Captain, your boyfriend is evil.” Pepe jibed as he came out of the classroom.
“I guess he’ll just ‘ave to be punished then.” Steven retorted with a smirk.
“Dios! You used to be such a good guy Stevie.” Pepe returned with a shudder before walking off.
Steven laughed and simply turned back to Fernando with an easy smile. It was a smile that was present much more often these days and he knew it had nothing to do with impending graduation or the football team’s big win. Fernando looked at him with eyes wide in perfect imitation of innocence that had Steven automatically getting hard and he swallowed thickly.
“Are you going to punish me, Stevie?” Fernando asked managing to mix seduction and innocence into the loaded question.
The Scouser groaned the sound coming out a bit closer to a moan as he eyed up his boyfriend hungrily. He wore a pair of dark jeans that had rips across his powerful thighs and at the right knee the denim barely held up by a studded belt. As the weather was warm he had shed the usual leather jacket and simply wore a t-shirt with some sort of Spanish profanity across the chest. He bit back another groan and turned quickly heading towards the nearest exit knowing Fernando would be close behind.
Steven fought the urge to run to the parking lot trying to keep a semblance of control even though he didn’t doubt Fernando was well aware of his power over him. Even so he managed to keep to a brisk walk his entire body aware of his boyfriend and where he walked mere inches behind him no doubt with a slight sway of confidence to his hips. The Spaniard’s black Camaro came into sight, affectionately known as Roxie by the boy, and Steven headed over to it. They had carpooled to school that morning knowing they would just be leaving together anyways. When Fernando got to the car Steven pushed him up against the door not being able to resist touching him any longer. Partially hidden by vehicles he pressed their lips together in a hard kiss and carding his hands into the freshly dyed and trimmed mohawk held him close. Somehow Fernando managed to snake a hand between their bodies despite their closeness and he rubbed long fingers over Steven’s crotch.
“Christ, Pepe’s right yer the devil.” Steven broke away with a moan.
“I seem to remember a promise being made if I went to all my classes this week and as fucking boring as they were I did.” Fernando growled against Steven’s neck.
“Well it’s not happening in the parking lot so ye had better get yer ass in the car.”
Fernando nipped at Steven’s neck lightly before backing away and unlocking the car with a soft beep. Steven adjusted his jeans uncomfortably and walked around the hood to get in the passenger side. The car was started and Steven tried to calm his raging libido as he buckled up. Fernando’s lips were a little red from the ferocity of the kiss but he looked calm and completely in control. (He was.) It wasn’t long before they were turning on to Steven’s street the Spaniard having calmly talked about his little sister the whole drive even as Steven couldn’t push thoughts of pounding into his ass out of his head.
Fernando turned the car off and got out quickly finally betraying a bit of that necessity and intense desire that was raging through Steven’s body heating him up from the inside. He had his keys out before they even pulled to a stop and he eagerly let them into the house. Thankfully both his parents had jobs that kept them out of the house for another couple of hours and as an only child he didn’t need to worry about siblings interrupting his privacy. As the door shut behind Fernando they surged together both needing more of that contact as thoughts of what was to come had the blood singing through their systems with adrenaline and desire. Fernando was right he had made a promise and Steven Gerrard was a man of his word.
Part: 1/20
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 1,326
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
Tick, tick, tick.
The seconds seemed to be passing extraordinarily slow that afternoon and Fernando let out a long-suffering sigh. He was five minutes away from freedom; two whole months of freedom. Well once his exams were done at least. He wasn’t sure why he had bothered coming, the last day of classes was a joke and the review was pitiful. Truthfully he knew why he was here. Steven Gerrard. Steven had insisted he attend all of his review sessions. Normally he wouldn’t have but Steven had promised such sinful things and so here he was watching the clock tick. He was about to toss a balled up piece of paper at the back of Pepe Reina’s head - the baldness making for a great target - when the soft buzzing of his phone alerted him to a message.
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
surviving? You better not have bailed.
Fernando slouched further down into his seat and after glancing to see that the professor was occupied with one of his students who actually cared he returned his attention to the phone.
To: Steven
From: Nando
I think the clock is broken. I might die of boredom in the next 5 min
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
well i’m not into necrophilia so if ye die no reward
To: Steven
From: Nando
how bout I skip now and collect it? ;p
To: Fernando
From: Stevie
as much as i want that sweet ass deal was to the bell
Fernando frowned at the message hoping he would have been able to skip out a few minutes early because looking at the clock he was dismayed to see that only one minute had passed and the professor didn’t look like he was going to end a second sooner. In response he sent Steven a sad face the emoticon not having the same effect as his own pout unfortunately. His phone went off again but he was surprised to see that this time it wasn’t from his boyfriend but instead the bald-headed keeper sitting on the other side of the classroom.
To: Fernando
From: Pepe
stop sexting in class, niño. =p
Fernando looked up to see the keeper watching him with a smirk and in retaliation he stuck his tongue out before flicking the already balled up paper at his head. Pepe, with his natural keeper instincts, reached up and swatted it down and unfortunately for him catching the attention of the professor.
“Jose Reina, please pay attention. Would it be so troubling to maintain control for another few minutes.”
“But, Fer...” Pepe started but Fernando was looking entirely innocent and Pepe didn’t even bother.
Once the professor’s attention was once again occupied Fernando snickered softly his smirk growing as Pepe turned to glare. Basking in yet another victory over the keeper who had become a close friend the last few minutes passed by. When the bell rang Fernando didn’t wait to hear the professor remind the class of the time and date of their final exam simply gathering his nearly empty book bag (he may have agreed to go but the textbooks were just too heavy) and almost running out of the room. In his rush to leave he ran into somebody waiting outside the doors.
“Whoa, Niño.” A deep, familiar voice breathed across his ear.
“Stevie!” he exclaimed, surprised to find him already there. “You cut early and wouldn’t let me!?”
“Me attending wasn’t part of the deal lad, but no, Carter let us out early.”
A small smile flickered over Fernando’s face at the mention of the aging professor after all he was indirectly responsible for Fernando getting together with Steven. It was his failed seduction attempt of the old guy that landed him on the football team and subsequently in Steven’s arms.
“Captain, your boyfriend is evil.” Pepe jibed as he came out of the classroom.
“I guess he’ll just ‘ave to be punished then.” Steven retorted with a smirk.
“Dios! You used to be such a good guy Stevie.” Pepe returned with a shudder before walking off.
Steven laughed and simply turned back to Fernando with an easy smile. It was a smile that was present much more often these days and he knew it had nothing to do with impending graduation or the football team’s big win. Fernando looked at him with eyes wide in perfect imitation of innocence that had Steven automatically getting hard and he swallowed thickly.
“Are you going to punish me, Stevie?” Fernando asked managing to mix seduction and innocence into the loaded question.
The Scouser groaned the sound coming out a bit closer to a moan as he eyed up his boyfriend hungrily. He wore a pair of dark jeans that had rips across his powerful thighs and at the right knee the denim barely held up by a studded belt. As the weather was warm he had shed the usual leather jacket and simply wore a t-shirt with some sort of Spanish profanity across the chest. He bit back another groan and turned quickly heading towards the nearest exit knowing Fernando would be close behind.
Steven fought the urge to run to the parking lot trying to keep a semblance of control even though he didn’t doubt Fernando was well aware of his power over him. Even so he managed to keep to a brisk walk his entire body aware of his boyfriend and where he walked mere inches behind him no doubt with a slight sway of confidence to his hips. The Spaniard’s black Camaro came into sight, affectionately known as Roxie by the boy, and Steven headed over to it. They had carpooled to school that morning knowing they would just be leaving together anyways. When Fernando got to the car Steven pushed him up against the door not being able to resist touching him any longer. Partially hidden by vehicles he pressed their lips together in a hard kiss and carding his hands into the freshly dyed and trimmed mohawk held him close. Somehow Fernando managed to snake a hand between their bodies despite their closeness and he rubbed long fingers over Steven’s crotch.
“Christ, Pepe’s right yer the devil.” Steven broke away with a moan.
“I seem to remember a promise being made if I went to all my classes this week and as fucking boring as they were I did.” Fernando growled against Steven’s neck.
“Well it’s not happening in the parking lot so ye had better get yer ass in the car.”
Fernando nipped at Steven’s neck lightly before backing away and unlocking the car with a soft beep. Steven adjusted his jeans uncomfortably and walked around the hood to get in the passenger side. The car was started and Steven tried to calm his raging libido as he buckled up. Fernando’s lips were a little red from the ferocity of the kiss but he looked calm and completely in control. (He was.) It wasn’t long before they were turning on to Steven’s street the Spaniard having calmly talked about his little sister the whole drive even as Steven couldn’t push thoughts of pounding into his ass out of his head.
Fernando turned the car off and got out quickly finally betraying a bit of that necessity and intense desire that was raging through Steven’s body heating him up from the inside. He had his keys out before they even pulled to a stop and he eagerly let them into the house. Thankfully both his parents had jobs that kept them out of the house for another couple of hours and as an only child he didn’t need to worry about siblings interrupting his privacy. As the door shut behind Fernando they surged together both needing more of that contact as thoughts of what was to come had the blood singing through their systems with adrenaline and desire. Fernando was right he had made a promise and Steven Gerrard was a man of his word.