Fic: Bed of Roses/Highschool AU (Part 4)
Title: Highschool au
Pairing: Fernando Torres/David Villa
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing is true, obviously.
It was English class. Both Iker and Torres were in the same class as David, but Pepe was in another period. David sat at a table between Iker and Fernando and tried not to notice how good they both smelled, on either side of him. It was rather hard work.
Fernando’s English was good - he’d gone on exchange to England, it turned out, for a year or so. Iker’s handle of the language was laughable, which was about on par with David’s level.
“Last summer I was to Madrid to train in a football camp,” Iker said.
Fernando, looking a little supercilious, went next: “Last summer I went to France with my parents. We went to Paris as well as Cannes.”
“Your turn,” Iker told David, nudging him.
“Last summer…” David said. “Last summer I was in Asturias, still in home.”
“At home,” Fernando corrected.
“At home, thank you,” David repeated, smiling, and the blonde boy returned the smile almost instantaneously, a vague look of irritation fading from his face.
“I knew that,” Iker said. He sounded slightly irate; in fact, there was a strange tenseness about the whole atmosphere of their table.
Obviously, none of them had quite gotten over Iker and David’s not-so-clandestine kiss in the locker room.
“You knew,” Torres muttered, then. “You knew and you still did it.”
Villa interrupted, “What?”
“He means I knew he had a thing for you, but I still - we still-” Iker sighs. “Why are we even - Fernando, do you like David? He’s right here.”
David felt himself go completely red all the way up to the tips of his ears - this was not how he’d expected their ‘English conversation’ to go, at all. Fernando doesn’t answer, though, all the way until the end of the lesson, and he leaves without saying any more on the matter.
“Do you like him?” Iker said, sniffing, as he tossed his pencil case into his backpack. “Almost a little too much to handle, sometimes, but a good guy.”
David thought of Fernando’s smile, the constellation of freckles that covered his face, the way he smelled. “But w-what if I did, Iker? Then what?”
“Then,” Iker sighed, “Fucking ask him out already.”
*
There was no way David was asking a guy out, fuck, no.
He was in bed and the lights were off but he felt anything but relaxed. He’d really fallen for Fernando, it seemed, because the blonde was in his head every other minute.
David closed his eyes and tried to distract himself. He was tempted to do what teenage boys were very accustomed to doing, but he didn’t trust his mind not to rope Torres into that, as well. But fuck, he was horny tonight.
So he thought of the actresses he'd liked, the singers, slipped his hand under his pajama bottoms. His dick was half hard, growing harder and more sensitive as he touched himself. Villa reached blindly over to his bedside table and yanked the lotion from the bottom drawer. Now when he stroked himself there was that telltale sound and so, unbidden, David wondered what Fernando would look like, doing…doing.
The second the image entered his mind he nearly came, his back arching a little, fingers squeezed tight around the base of his cock. Fuck, what was the matter with him? He’d known this would happen.
It was undeniable, then.
Don’t try denying it, his mind told him. Don’t bother.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Opened his eyes. Closed them.
He was on his back and Fernando’s mouth was sliding over the head of his cock, sliding down and around the shaft to meet the motion of Fernando’s hand around him-
David gave in and gave himself one last stroke and came, hard, into his fist and a little onto his belly.
Pairing: Fernando Torres/David Villa
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nothing is true, obviously.
It was English class. Both Iker and Torres were in the same class as David, but Pepe was in another period. David sat at a table between Iker and Fernando and tried not to notice how good they both smelled, on either side of him. It was rather hard work.
Fernando’s English was good - he’d gone on exchange to England, it turned out, for a year or so. Iker’s handle of the language was laughable, which was about on par with David’s level.
“Last summer I was to Madrid to train in a football camp,” Iker said.
Fernando, looking a little supercilious, went next: “Last summer I went to France with my parents. We went to Paris as well as Cannes.”
“Your turn,” Iker told David, nudging him.
“Last summer…” David said. “Last summer I was in Asturias, still in home.”
“At home,” Fernando corrected.
“At home, thank you,” David repeated, smiling, and the blonde boy returned the smile almost instantaneously, a vague look of irritation fading from his face.
“I knew that,” Iker said. He sounded slightly irate; in fact, there was a strange tenseness about the whole atmosphere of their table.
Obviously, none of them had quite gotten over Iker and David’s not-so-clandestine kiss in the locker room.
“You knew,” Torres muttered, then. “You knew and you still did it.”
Villa interrupted, “What?”
“He means I knew he had a thing for you, but I still - we still-” Iker sighs. “Why are we even - Fernando, do you like David? He’s right here.”
David felt himself go completely red all the way up to the tips of his ears - this was not how he’d expected their ‘English conversation’ to go, at all. Fernando doesn’t answer, though, all the way until the end of the lesson, and he leaves without saying any more on the matter.
“Do you like him?” Iker said, sniffing, as he tossed his pencil case into his backpack. “Almost a little too much to handle, sometimes, but a good guy.”
David thought of Fernando’s smile, the constellation of freckles that covered his face, the way he smelled. “But w-what if I did, Iker? Then what?”
“Then,” Iker sighed, “Fucking ask him out already.”
*
There was no way David was asking a guy out, fuck, no.
He was in bed and the lights were off but he felt anything but relaxed. He’d really fallen for Fernando, it seemed, because the blonde was in his head every other minute.
David closed his eyes and tried to distract himself. He was tempted to do what teenage boys were very accustomed to doing, but he didn’t trust his mind not to rope Torres into that, as well. But fuck, he was horny tonight.
So he thought of the actresses he'd liked, the singers, slipped his hand under his pajama bottoms. His dick was half hard, growing harder and more sensitive as he touched himself. Villa reached blindly over to his bedside table and yanked the lotion from the bottom drawer. Now when he stroked himself there was that telltale sound and so, unbidden, David wondered what Fernando would look like, doing…doing.
The second the image entered his mind he nearly came, his back arching a little, fingers squeezed tight around the base of his cock. Fuck, what was the matter with him? He’d known this would happen.
It was undeniable, then.
Don’t try denying it, his mind told him. Don’t bother.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Opened his eyes. Closed them.
He was on his back and Fernando’s mouth was sliding over the head of his cock, sliding down and around the shaft to meet the motion of Fernando’s hand around him-
David gave in and gave himself one last stroke and came, hard, into his fist and a little onto his belly.