Drabbles part 2!
First part here, with same rating and disclaimer.
1. Marco van Basten/Ruud van Nistelrooy
Ruud hated him. Ruud was sure he hated him but he couldn't express it in front of the team, though they disliked him as well. However, he didn't want an uprising in the middle of a tournament.
So, he had to wait until they were at a bar, and there were no rules.
"You know what you are? You are a motherfucking conceited bastard. You don't want anybody to be better than you," Ruud told him then.
"And you're a whiny little bitch!" Marco retorted.
"I'm not a bitch! Not your bitch!"
"Want to try it?"
Ruud was a bitch that night, after they had scuffled on the bed, groaning, cursing, insulting, and panting when Marco buried himself inside him.
When did the scuffles began looking like foreplay?
When did they both enjoy being a bitch so much, even though Marco had let out the dirtiest Dutch words when Ruud fucked him?
Had those words been said in pleasure?
They kept their hate a secret after that.
2. Cristiano Ronaldo/Fernando Torres.
El Niño knew he was handsome, very handsome. That was why he had been chosen as a model for Pepe Jeans. It was just the beginning of a successful modeling career, combined with his football skill.
Or so he thought.
When Cristiano Ronaldo started getting contracts, the Spaniard was skeptical. Was the Portuguese kid as sexy as everyone said? He didn't think so.
His mind changed when he was bending over on the bed, his little arse up in the air, with Cris rubbing his muscular body against his trim one, and then his cock.
Damn. Cris Ronaldo was the sexiest of all.
3. Zlatan Ibrahimovic/Gerard Piqué
Sometimes Zlatan hoped the stupid boy would tell the truth. All that of getting a famous and pretty girlfriend? He was just hiding himself from the tabloids that had caught them.
What a coward.
The Swede let himself fall down on his bed, once again, while his hand traveled to his groin and his brain filled with fantasies.
Of course he missed Gerard, and not only his tight entrance. He also missed his childishness and even his ego.
Stupid kid.
4. David Beckham/Michael Owen
When the Golden Boy arrived to the English national team, Becks was dazzled by his beauty, and by his skill. The guy had a future, and not only on the pitch.
That night, the rising sex-symbol taught Michael everything he knew, and not only about the team, but about sex. And Michael Owen was a golden boy indeed, his body eager to receive David, melting against Becks' hips and his thrusts.
So, it was no surprise that, some years later, it was Michael who penetrated him, as if he had been eager to show him that he had been a good student.
A great one, Becks thought as he moaned in pleasure.
5. Marco van Basten/Johan Cruyff
Whenever it was time for that ageing debate of who had been the best Dutch player ever, Marco was always angry at the fact they kept placing Johan over him.
Johan had never won anything. He had scored the goal that made them European champions.
He had always thought a way to measure it would be a competition. Johan against him, both in their prime, so their wouldn't be any arguments of unfairness.
Johan looked so skinny, so fragile. Not like him.
Johan would have been weaker.
In fact, if he pushed Johan against a wall...
Sneaked a hand underneath the fabric of his pants...
Forced himself on him and actually penetrated him, making young Johan squirm and moan...
Indeed, he would have won that match.
6. Anders Lindegaard/David de Gea.
Anders had always hoped to be the Edwin van der Sar's successor. So, when the skinny Spanish kid, David de Gea, arrived, he was a tiny bit angry. He had wanted to become the first choice goalkeeper. Now he would have to wait, behind a kid younger than him, and who was surely not as charismatic and sweet and wonderful as Ed was.
Yet, the kid was nice, he thought, when he asked for pointers, when he seemed a little sad after somebody had scored against him. Who seemed on the verge of tears when the tabloids mistreated him.
Who always seemed to want a hug.
Anders hugged him, and kissed him, and made love to him, gently, slowly, thinking he had been mistaken about nobody being like Edwin. Sure, nobody would match the Flying Dutchman, but David had a special place in his heart now.
1. Marco van Basten/Ruud van Nistelrooy
Ruud hated him. Ruud was sure he hated him but he couldn't express it in front of the team, though they disliked him as well. However, he didn't want an uprising in the middle of a tournament.
So, he had to wait until they were at a bar, and there were no rules.
"You know what you are? You are a motherfucking conceited bastard. You don't want anybody to be better than you," Ruud told him then.
"And you're a whiny little bitch!" Marco retorted.
"I'm not a bitch! Not your bitch!"
"Want to try it?"
Ruud was a bitch that night, after they had scuffled on the bed, groaning, cursing, insulting, and panting when Marco buried himself inside him.
When did the scuffles began looking like foreplay?
When did they both enjoy being a bitch so much, even though Marco had let out the dirtiest Dutch words when Ruud fucked him?
Had those words been said in pleasure?
They kept their hate a secret after that.
2. Cristiano Ronaldo/Fernando Torres.
El Niño knew he was handsome, very handsome. That was why he had been chosen as a model for Pepe Jeans. It was just the beginning of a successful modeling career, combined with his football skill.
Or so he thought.
When Cristiano Ronaldo started getting contracts, the Spaniard was skeptical. Was the Portuguese kid as sexy as everyone said? He didn't think so.
His mind changed when he was bending over on the bed, his little arse up in the air, with Cris rubbing his muscular body against his trim one, and then his cock.
Damn. Cris Ronaldo was the sexiest of all.
3. Zlatan Ibrahimovic/Gerard Piqué
Sometimes Zlatan hoped the stupid boy would tell the truth. All that of getting a famous and pretty girlfriend? He was just hiding himself from the tabloids that had caught them.
What a coward.
The Swede let himself fall down on his bed, once again, while his hand traveled to his groin and his brain filled with fantasies.
Of course he missed Gerard, and not only his tight entrance. He also missed his childishness and even his ego.
Stupid kid.
4. David Beckham/Michael Owen
When the Golden Boy arrived to the English national team, Becks was dazzled by his beauty, and by his skill. The guy had a future, and not only on the pitch.
That night, the rising sex-symbol taught Michael everything he knew, and not only about the team, but about sex. And Michael Owen was a golden boy indeed, his body eager to receive David, melting against Becks' hips and his thrusts.
So, it was no surprise that, some years later, it was Michael who penetrated him, as if he had been eager to show him that he had been a good student.
A great one, Becks thought as he moaned in pleasure.
5. Marco van Basten/Johan Cruyff
Whenever it was time for that ageing debate of who had been the best Dutch player ever, Marco was always angry at the fact they kept placing Johan over him.
Johan had never won anything. He had scored the goal that made them European champions.
He had always thought a way to measure it would be a competition. Johan against him, both in their prime, so their wouldn't be any arguments of unfairness.
Johan looked so skinny, so fragile. Not like him.
Johan would have been weaker.
In fact, if he pushed Johan against a wall...
Sneaked a hand underneath the fabric of his pants...
Forced himself on him and actually penetrated him, making young Johan squirm and moan...
Indeed, he would have won that match.
6. Anders Lindegaard/David de Gea.
Anders had always hoped to be the Edwin van der Sar's successor. So, when the skinny Spanish kid, David de Gea, arrived, he was a tiny bit angry. He had wanted to become the first choice goalkeeper. Now he would have to wait, behind a kid younger than him, and who was surely not as charismatic and sweet and wonderful as Ed was.
Yet, the kid was nice, he thought, when he asked for pointers, when he seemed a little sad after somebody had scored against him. Who seemed on the verge of tears when the tabloids mistreated him.
Who always seemed to want a hug.
Anders hugged him, and kissed him, and made love to him, gently, slowly, thinking he had been mistaken about nobody being like Edwin. Sure, nobody would match the Flying Dutchman, but David had a special place in his heart now.