The Five Senses
Title: The Five Senses (series)
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: G - NC-17
Paring: Cesc Fábregas/Daniel Agger, Xabier Alonso/Iker Casillas, Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger, Steven Gerrard/Xabier Alonso, Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres/Xabier Alonso
Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut
Disclaimer: Does this seem likely to you? Good, me either.
Author’s Notes: This was for paulii_oh_yesh 's stocking. I paired Xabi up with someone other than Stevie for the first time… What can I say, I got curious. :D I know this is an old prompt and everyone else has done it a hundreth times over, but I had to try it too. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it.
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
Taste [Cesc/Danny, G]
Cesc’s (mouth’s) taste in Liverpool differed from his taste in London.
He tasted like all sorts of sweets all the time, chocolate, gummy bears and so on. And Daniel liked it; it was different and the candy-like taste reminded him of his happy childhood years in Denmark. But in Liverpool there was more to the taste than the soft sweetness. A hint of joy, happiness and bouncy cheerfulness mixed in with slight tinge of regret and guilt.
And in London there was something reminding him of his past in that taste, reminding him of his youth, of a fellow Dane. Nicklas. A team mate, a rival, a friend, a former lover. Daniel wasn’t mad at Cesc, how could he be? Their time together was too short for them to be spending it with fighting. And besides, it wasn’t like they had made any rules regarding their relationship. There was nothing stopping Cesc from fucking Nick, just like there was nothing stopping him from fucking Nando.
Daniel needed to taste him. He needed to run his tongue over Cesc’s bottom lip and get it into his mouth to discover new flavours that he could savour whenever the dark, short Spaniard was away and he had to settle for the blond one in stead.
Smell [Iker/Xabi, PG]
Iker’s smell flooded sweetly into the Basque’s nostrils. That smell, that unbearably good smell reminded him of fresh coffee, victory and Spain. Most of all Spain.
Xabi hadn’t even known that Iker could be so gentle. But there he laid in the ‘keeper’s hands after the other man had made love to him gently, taking his time. The midfielder enjoyed the attention Iker was giving to him, tenderly stroking his torso, caressing his neck with kisses that made his skin tickle. It was different from the every-day routine he had got used to and the lack of attention he was getting from the Liverpool’s captain. Sometimes it felt like the man was purposefully ignoring him. But his national team captain was different; he seemed to have all the time in the world for the beautiful Basque.
Iker pressed his nose close to the nape of the midfielder’s neck and breathed in the infatuating scent. A hint of dark chocolate, an almost unrecognisable aroma of bitterness mixed in with the scent of other man. Undoubtedly it was a scent of certain Scouser, who Iker chose not to think about, waiting back at Merseyside. The smell, however sour to him, made the older man pull the midfielder even closer to him possessively. His lover’s infatuating scent was irresistible to Iker. And it didn’t matter to him that it wasn’t his to smell.
Sight [Nando/Danny, PG-13]
There were many things Danny liked about Nando.
The way he looked on the pitch, right after scoring a goal, a hat-trick maybe. The way his face lit up with delight, with the pleasure of knowing he’d achieved something (a feeling he himself got to enjoy only rarely).
The way he blushed when he was embarrassed, when Xabi and Stevie teased them about their relationship or whatever they liked to call their fuck buddy, we’re-just-good-friends thingy they had going on. But most of all he liked the way Fernando blushed right after he’d finally climaxed after a long and satisfying love-making session.
The way he sometimes heated during a match, a derby perhaps, face filled with rage and irritation and such passion that it took all of Danny’s discipline not to rip the striker’s clothes off him and fuck him right there and then on the pitch, right in front of all the players and supporters.
There were many things Danny loved about Nando.
Hearing [Stevie/Xabi, R]
Xabi had never been as intrigued about something as he was about the sounds Stevie was able to make.
The deep sigh after an upsetting defeat in the quiet locker room. A sigh of disappointment and exhaustion.
The shameless moan as his lips travelled all over the Scouser’s body. A moan of need, lust and want.
The groan while the Scouser entered him. A groan of pleasure and passion.
The whimper uttered when they did it the other way around and Xabi hit the jackpot. A whimper of release and sweet ecstasy.
The loud “Fuck, Xabi!” just as he came thrusting frantically into his lover’s mouth. A ‘Fuck, Xabi!’ that was the most loving of the ‘Fuck, Xabi!s” there were.
The sleepy “I love you” as they laid on the bed, bodies satisfied, close to each other. An ‘I love you’ of pure love and affection.
Touch [Iker/Nando/Xabi, NC-17]
Nando didn’t top. That was a known fact. The reasons for him not topping on the other hand weren’t.
It wasn’t like he didn’t love shoving his cock deep into other men’s asses. He just loved being on the receiving end even more. And the situation he was presently in only confirmed his sentiments.
Joining his national team, being surrounded by all the gorgeous men wasn’t always easy for him. But it did have its upsides, like having Xabi thrusting his big, hard cock into him while Iker was fucking his throat with the (not quite, but almost) equally big and hard cock of his.
Nando loved feeling so full, loved how Xabi’s shoves were first torturously slow until the Basque suddenly quickened his pace, withdrawing from him almost entirely and then ramming back inside so hard that he would’ve been screaming, had there not been his captain’s swollen member in his mouth preventing him from doing so. Loved the way the Basque found his spot with every forceful thrust and the way he reached to stroke his aching cock that was already leaking pre-come.
But he loved Iker too. Oh, how he loved the feeling of the goalkeeper’s dick in his mouth, even when it was shoved too far down his throat and he had to fight hard not to gag. He loved sucking Iker’s member, the voices it made the older man make and the feel of his sensitive flesh on his lips.
He loved how he could make the older men come almost simultaneously into him.
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: G - NC-17
Paring: Cesc Fábregas/Daniel Agger, Xabier Alonso/Iker Casillas, Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger, Steven Gerrard/Xabier Alonso, Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres/Xabier Alonso
Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut
Disclaimer: Does this seem likely to you? Good, me either.
Author’s Notes: This was for paulii_oh_yesh 's stocking. I paired Xabi up with someone other than Stevie for the first time… What can I say, I got curious. :D I know this is an old prompt and everyone else has done it a hundreth times over, but I had to try it too. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it.
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
Taste [Cesc/Danny, G]
Cesc’s (mouth’s) taste in Liverpool differed from his taste in London.
He tasted like all sorts of sweets all the time, chocolate, gummy bears and so on. And Daniel liked it; it was different and the candy-like taste reminded him of his happy childhood years in Denmark. But in Liverpool there was more to the taste than the soft sweetness. A hint of joy, happiness and bouncy cheerfulness mixed in with slight tinge of regret and guilt.
And in London there was something reminding him of his past in that taste, reminding him of his youth, of a fellow Dane. Nicklas. A team mate, a rival, a friend, a former lover. Daniel wasn’t mad at Cesc, how could he be? Their time together was too short for them to be spending it with fighting. And besides, it wasn’t like they had made any rules regarding their relationship. There was nothing stopping Cesc from fucking Nick, just like there was nothing stopping him from fucking Nando.
Daniel needed to taste him. He needed to run his tongue over Cesc’s bottom lip and get it into his mouth to discover new flavours that he could savour whenever the dark, short Spaniard was away and he had to settle for the blond one in stead.
Smell [Iker/Xabi, PG]
Iker’s smell flooded sweetly into the Basque’s nostrils. That smell, that unbearably good smell reminded him of fresh coffee, victory and Spain. Most of all Spain.
Xabi hadn’t even known that Iker could be so gentle. But there he laid in the ‘keeper’s hands after the other man had made love to him gently, taking his time. The midfielder enjoyed the attention Iker was giving to him, tenderly stroking his torso, caressing his neck with kisses that made his skin tickle. It was different from the every-day routine he had got used to and the lack of attention he was getting from the Liverpool’s captain. Sometimes it felt like the man was purposefully ignoring him. But his national team captain was different; he seemed to have all the time in the world for the beautiful Basque.
Iker pressed his nose close to the nape of the midfielder’s neck and breathed in the infatuating scent. A hint of dark chocolate, an almost unrecognisable aroma of bitterness mixed in with the scent of other man. Undoubtedly it was a scent of certain Scouser, who Iker chose not to think about, waiting back at Merseyside. The smell, however sour to him, made the older man pull the midfielder even closer to him possessively. His lover’s infatuating scent was irresistible to Iker. And it didn’t matter to him that it wasn’t his to smell.
Sight [Nando/Danny, PG-13]
There were many things Danny liked about Nando.
The way he looked on the pitch, right after scoring a goal, a hat-trick maybe. The way his face lit up with delight, with the pleasure of knowing he’d achieved something (a feeling he himself got to enjoy only rarely).
The way he blushed when he was embarrassed, when Xabi and Stevie teased them about their relationship or whatever they liked to call their fuck buddy, we’re-just-good-friends thingy they had going on. But most of all he liked the way Fernando blushed right after he’d finally climaxed after a long and satisfying love-making session.
The way he sometimes heated during a match, a derby perhaps, face filled with rage and irritation and such passion that it took all of Danny’s discipline not to rip the striker’s clothes off him and fuck him right there and then on the pitch, right in front of all the players and supporters.
There were many things Danny loved about Nando.
Hearing [Stevie/Xabi, R]
Xabi had never been as intrigued about something as he was about the sounds Stevie was able to make.
The deep sigh after an upsetting defeat in the quiet locker room. A sigh of disappointment and exhaustion.
The shameless moan as his lips travelled all over the Scouser’s body. A moan of need, lust and want.
The groan while the Scouser entered him. A groan of pleasure and passion.
The whimper uttered when they did it the other way around and Xabi hit the jackpot. A whimper of release and sweet ecstasy.
The loud “Fuck, Xabi!” just as he came thrusting frantically into his lover’s mouth. A ‘Fuck, Xabi!’ that was the most loving of the ‘Fuck, Xabi!s” there were.
The sleepy “I love you” as they laid on the bed, bodies satisfied, close to each other. An ‘I love you’ of pure love and affection.
Touch [Iker/Nando/Xabi, NC-17]
Nando didn’t top. That was a known fact. The reasons for him not topping on the other hand weren’t.
It wasn’t like he didn’t love shoving his cock deep into other men’s asses. He just loved being on the receiving end even more. And the situation he was presently in only confirmed his sentiments.
Joining his national team, being surrounded by all the gorgeous men wasn’t always easy for him. But it did have its upsides, like having Xabi thrusting his big, hard cock into him while Iker was fucking his throat with the (not quite, but almost) equally big and hard cock of his.
Nando loved feeling so full, loved how Xabi’s shoves were first torturously slow until the Basque suddenly quickened his pace, withdrawing from him almost entirely and then ramming back inside so hard that he would’ve been screaming, had there not been his captain’s swollen member in his mouth preventing him from doing so. Loved the way the Basque found his spot with every forceful thrust and the way he reached to stroke his aching cock that was already leaking pre-come.
But he loved Iker too. Oh, how he loved the feeling of the goalkeeper’s dick in his mouth, even when it was shoved too far down his throat and he had to fight hard not to gag. He loved sucking Iker’s member, the voices it made the older man make and the feel of his sensitive flesh on his lips.
He loved how he could make the older men come almost simultaneously into him.