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Title: Time To Celebrate
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own, obviously...they’d be running around naked if I did.
Characters: Ryan Giggs, Gary Neville, mentions of other United Players
It was only supposed to be a quick little convo between Gaz and Ry and I ended up writing smut. Obviously they think they deserve smut as much as the young boys on the team, yes?
"Great goal today."
Ryan jumped at the slight touch on his arm, but quickly recovered as he realized it was only Gary coming up behind him. He smiled as he took the beer offered to him and nodded his head at an empty table. The two made their way through the crowd in front of the bar (Rio and Nemanja were busy doing a very interesting striptease for one lucky and very confused Gerard Pique) and to the back of the club.
"Thanks, mate," Ryan finally spoke as they took a seat.
"No problem." Gary took a long drink from his own bottle and offered a small smile. "So, Mr. Giggs, how’s it feel to win a tenth Premiership title?"
Ryan laughed.
"It feels good. Great even."
"Wish I could have been lifting that trophy up there with you again."
"Me too," Ryan sighed and looked around the club before wrinkling his nose. "Oh, that’s shameless!"
Gary craned his neck, looking.
"What?"
"There!" Ryan pointed to the far corner. "Ronnie and Owen are practically having sex over there! If Hargreaves took his pants off right now, I bet they could easily do it."
"Like you can talk about being shameless."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"I seem to remember a certain Welshman who practically jumped onto me one year in front of the whole team and slipped his hands down my pants before I even had a chance to react..."
Ryan had the decency to blush a bit at that statement.
"I seem to remember you reacted quite quickly when I did that, Gaz." Ryan leaned closer and ran a hand up Gary’s leg. "Remember?"
"Mm, I remember," Gary answered as he licked his lips.
Ryan drained his bottle and threw a quick, almost shy, glance Gary’s way. He kept his hand on Gary’s leg as his fingers traced small patterns into the fabric of his pants.
"Wanna leave this place and take a trip down memory lane?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Getting hard of hearing, Gaz?" Ryan laughed. His fingers danced up to skim over the slight bulge in Gary’s pants. "Care to relive that experience again?"
"Oh. Ohhhh!" Gary’s face flushed and he grinned wide. "Yes!"
Ryan stood up. He offered his hand and Gary quickly took it.
"Let’s go, love."
They left the club virtually unnoticed (Owen and Cristiano had now joined Nemanja and Rio in their striptease at the bar and everyone was crowded around them) and made their way back to Ryan’s house. The ride was silent as Ryan kept one hand on the wheel and the other on Gary’s leg the entire time. Gary kept his gaze straight ahead as they whizzed past the sights of Manchester, his mind trying not to focus on the feeling of Ryan’s hand playing across his leg.
"The family’s not home?" Gary questioned as they pulled up the drive.
Ryan shook his head.
"They went to Stacey’s parents for the weekend." He turned off the ignition and easily slipped out of the car. He waited until Gary had joined him before grinning. "Remember the first time we did this?"
Gary nodded as Ryan grabbed his hand and led him inside the house.
"At Beck’s birthday." He loosened the tie around his neck. "We snuck upstairs after having one too many pints and you started kissing me and you said that-"
Ryan stopped walking and threw his arms around Gary’s neck.
"I want to be inside you, love," he whispered before leaning up slightly to nibble at Gary’s ear.
Gary gasped and Ryan smiled.
"Yes," the Englishman struggled to say between shallow breaths, "I believe that’s exactly what you said!"
"Here on the couch or on the bed?"
Gary groaned as Ryan’s hand worked its way between their bodies to rub at his growing erection. He took a deep breath as he slipped his arms around the midfielder’s body.
"Couch."
"Good." Ryan slowly undid Gary’s trousers and slipped a hand inside. "It’s been too fucking long since we’ve done this Gaz..."
A noncommital grunt was the only answer Ryan received as he pulled Gary’s pants and boxers down in one swift motion, moving to the floor as he dd so. His hands slid over the smooth pale skin of Gary’s thighs and he smiled.
"Nice to know you’re still in decent shape, old man."
"Shut up and do something useful with your mouth, eh?"
"Like..."
Ryan ran his tongue over the tip of Gary’s now fully erect cock as the defender slipped his fingers through his hair. Gary groaned his encouragement as Ryan slid his mouth over the tip and began to softly suck, his hands still running across Gary’s thighs.
"Fuck, tell me why we don’t do this more often, again?"
Ryan paused from his actions and grinned up at him.
"Because we have families and you’ve been injured."
"Oh, right." Gary raised an eyebrow as Ryan continued to grin up at him. "Well?"
"Yes?"
"You can carry on now, you know..."
"I know..."
Ryan placed soft kisses to the underside of Gary’s cock, making him sigh in pleasure and buck his hips up in encouragement. Ryan’s left hand closed around the base, slowly sliding up and then down, as his right moved lower to press against Gary’s entrance.
"Fuck, got any lube?" Ryan asked as he pressed gently.
Gary shook his head and Ryan sighed. His eyes, level with Gary’s cock, narrowed in thought.
"Haven’t bought any since it’s been so long since you and I-oh fuck!"
Gary’s sentence got lost as Ryan pressed one finger, now wet with pre-cum, into his hole. While he’d been busy talking, Ryan had been busy catching the liquid steadily leaking from his cock. He tightened his grip on Ryan’s hair as his hips bucked.
"Ry..." he whimpered as Ryan added a second finger.
"Shh."
Ryan placed one last soft kiss to the tip before withdrawing his fingers and standing up. He nodded his head toward the couch as his hands quickly worked to removed his own clothes. Gary fell back onto the plush couch, his legs spread wide open.
"Condom?"
"Shit!" Ryan fumbled through his jean pockets. He pulled out his wallet and breathed a sigh of relief as he found one shiny packet left inside. "Oh thank God!"
He quickly slipped the condom over his cock, grinning as Gary watched him, his hand slowly stroking himself. He positioned himself at Gary’s entrance, his hands grasping the defender’s ankles and lifting them up.
"Oh fuck, Gaz!" Ryan moaned as he pushed inside, "Oh fuck fuck! It really has been a long time..."
Gary grunted in response and moved his hips in time with Ryan’s thrusts. They easily round a rhythm that had been established long ago. No words were necessary as they moved together and occasional moans and sighs were the only noises made in the room. Ryan’s grip tightened on Gary’s ankles as he thrust harder, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. He bit back a moan as Gary grasped at his hips, trying to pull him closer.
"Gary-"
There was a tone of warning to Ryan’s voice and Gary knew what it meant. He reached on hand down between their bodies and grasped at his throbbing cock, wanting to cum at the same time as his partner. Ryan sped up his thrusts, his fingers digging painfully into Gary’s skin.
"Oh, fuck..."
Gary felt the familiar tingle in his groin and moaned loudly as he spurt hot liquid into his hand and onto his stomach. His muscles clenched and his head fell back against the couch as Ryan squirted his own release moments later.
"Ry..."
Ryan slowly slid out, his hear beating wildly. He sat back as he tossed the used condom to the floor and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Not too bad...for an old man," Gary teased as he grabbed a wad of tissues off the coffee table and proceeded to clean himself.
"This old man lasted longer than you did, thank you." Ryan sighed and reached out a hand, searching for Gary’s own. He found it and squeezed gently as he continued, "so, what kind of celebration do I get next week when we win the Champions League?"
Gary grinned.
"We’ll just have to wait and see, yah?"
Maybe a real update later. Stuff has been happening and life is def not boring at work, but I just can't be bothered to update. Every time I hit the button to update I just stare at the screen and then end up not updating at all. Ugh.