Fic: Hold on to that Feeling (Ramos/Canales)
TITLE: Hold on to that Feeling
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Its 4am, the world is asleep, but Sergio is awake and Canales is on his doorstep.
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos / Sergio Canales)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: Here @ footballkink2
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 14 at adventchallenge. For the sake of flow, Sergio Ramos will be Sergio and Sergio Canales will be Canales.
***
For a second, Sergio thought that he was still dreaming. The loud pounding drifted through the darkened house, traveling through the open hallways and burrowing under the blankets to reach Sergio's ears. The sound was muffled, but it was definitely there.
*knock knock knock*
*bang bang bang*
The door.
The front door.
Someone was knocking at his door?
Nope, scrap that. Pounding against his door. The polite, courteous rap had progressed into a open palmed smack.
Sergio flopped sluggishly onto his back and peered through the darkness at his alarm clock.
4:08
Who in the hell could be at his door at four in the morning?
Grumbling under his breath, Sergio rolled out of bed and shuffled through the darkened house with his blankets wrapped around him like a mummy. The early morning air was freezing and the tiles were chilly under his feet. He must have looked like some sort of bedroom monster when he finally managed to get the door open.
Sergio Canales stood on his door stop.
Sergio blinked and blinked again, his sluggish mind working overtime to make sense of the situation. "Canales?" Sergio finally asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Canales smiled softly. "Hey Sergio."
"Is everything…" He was going to ask if everything was okay, but of course it wasn't bloody okay. This wasn't a social visit. Canales didn't live in Madrid anymore, and even if he did, he would only be on his doorstep for one reason. Sergio peeked over Canales' shoulder. His car sat patiently in the driveway.
"You drove here?" Sergio asked surprised. "It’s a long drive home, Canales."
"I know."
Sergio's hands itched to reach out, to touch, to comfort, but it had been so long. He wasn’t sure where they stood. “Do you want to come in?” he finally asked.
A long time ago, the answer to that question would have been simple. They sought and attained the pleasure that their girlfriends couldn’t give them. Their relationship was spontaneous, and passionate, and completely and utterly unspoken. It was smooth and agreeable... or it had been until Canales was transferred to Valencia. They hadn’t spoken or sought each other out since.
“Yeah, I just...” Canales rubbed his eyes and stepped into the foyer, letting Sergio close the door behind him. “Listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble. Its just... we never really said goodbye. One second I was here, the next I was across the country and I didn’t...” Canales sighed and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I didn’t really realise that moving away would mean losing you.”
Sergio didn’t quite know what to say to that. Instead he stepped forward, opened his arms, and enclosed Canales in his blanket cocoon.
“It’s okay,” Sergio soothed, rubbing his hand up and down Canales’ back. “What time do you have to be back in Valencia?”
“I have training at ten.”
Sergio did the maths. It was at least a four hour drive to Valencia. If Canales was to make it back in time they barely had more than an hour together. “What in the hell were you thinking?” Sergio breathed into Canales’ ear.
“I wasn’t.” Canales admitted. “I just got in my car and started driving.”
“Okay...” Sergio dropped the blankets and cupped Canales’ face, kissing his lips gently. “C’mon, lets go to bed.”
Sergio grabbed the bundle of blankets and took Canales by the hand, leading him through the house and back into his bedroom. Throwing the blankets over the mattress, Sergio smoothed them out as Canales toed off his shoes. Then they both snuggled down.
Sergio wasn’t too sure how long they lay there just kissing and touching softly, but it was a hell of a lot longer than he would have guessed they ever would.
Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t want to go any further, because he did. Slowly but surely their kisses grew deeper, explorations grew firmer and more demanding. They were fully clothed, but they were both panting - the soft sighs turning into moans and at least a few grunts when hips moved a certain way or when Canales’ fingers pinched instead of brushed.
They took turns undressing, shedding pants and shirts and socks until they were lying on the bed, legs tangled as they licked and kissed. Sergio’s arms were twined around Canales, holding him close and in the back of his mind Sergio knew that they should hurry, that they didn’t have a lot of time before Canales had to leave.
With a grace and agility that wasn’t all that surprising, Canales abruptly twisted away from him and turned his body so they lay head to toe. Or more accurately, cock to lips.
“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” Canales breathed, taking Sergio’s cock into his mouth.
There was nothing slow or subtle about his movement, he simply swallowed Sergio’s cock to the balls, all in one deft move. Canales’ wet suction had Sergio damn near shooting in a matter of seconds. His heart raced as Canales toyed with him. Backing off, Canales tongued at the head and then teased the slit with just the tip of his tongue. Sergio’s inner thighs trembled, god he had missed this.
An insistent nudge on his cheek reminded him he had his own cock to play with, and he leaned in, taking it into his mouth. He laved the crown, wetting in languidly before sucking the shaft deep. When the tip touched the back of his mouth, he swallowed, knowing his throat would squeeze the knob. He held it there, caressing the soft, round balls below.
The only sounds were the grunts and groans of two boys lost in a sex of lust.
The tickling in his balls sent a shudder up Sergio’s spine and he tensed, knowing he was about to come. He fought for control but knew the battle was lost when a flash of fireworks exploded in his mind and his hips jerked forward. A groan of gut-wrenching bliss accompanied his first stream of cum. He tightened his lips around Canales’ cock, and his mouth was instantly filled with the salty essence of his cum. He stroked and swallowed, savoring the familiar taste. When Canales’ cock went limp, Sergio released him and rested his head on Canales’ inner thigh. Satisfied, exhausted, yet happy he didn’t have to move.
Canales kissed the warm thigh his head rested on. “I have to go.”
“Mmm,” Sergio nose nuzzled Canales’ balls. “Not yet.”
Canales laughed lazily, “you can’t possibly want to go again?”
“Just one more time.”
END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Its 4am, the world is asleep, but Sergio is awake and Canales is on his doorstep.
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos / Sergio Canales)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: Here @ footballkink2
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 14 at adventchallenge. For the sake of flow, Sergio Ramos will be Sergio and Sergio Canales will be Canales.
***
For a second, Sergio thought that he was still dreaming. The loud pounding drifted through the darkened house, traveling through the open hallways and burrowing under the blankets to reach Sergio's ears. The sound was muffled, but it was definitely there.
*knock knock knock*
*bang bang bang*
The door.
The front door.
Someone was knocking at his door?
Nope, scrap that. Pounding against his door. The polite, courteous rap had progressed into a open palmed smack.
Sergio flopped sluggishly onto his back and peered through the darkness at his alarm clock.
4:08
Who in the hell could be at his door at four in the morning?
Grumbling under his breath, Sergio rolled out of bed and shuffled through the darkened house with his blankets wrapped around him like a mummy. The early morning air was freezing and the tiles were chilly under his feet. He must have looked like some sort of bedroom monster when he finally managed to get the door open.
Sergio Canales stood on his door stop.
Sergio blinked and blinked again, his sluggish mind working overtime to make sense of the situation. "Canales?" Sergio finally asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Canales smiled softly. "Hey Sergio."
"Is everything…" He was going to ask if everything was okay, but of course it wasn't bloody okay. This wasn't a social visit. Canales didn't live in Madrid anymore, and even if he did, he would only be on his doorstep for one reason. Sergio peeked over Canales' shoulder. His car sat patiently in the driveway.
"You drove here?" Sergio asked surprised. "It’s a long drive home, Canales."
"I know."
Sergio's hands itched to reach out, to touch, to comfort, but it had been so long. He wasn’t sure where they stood. “Do you want to come in?” he finally asked.
A long time ago, the answer to that question would have been simple. They sought and attained the pleasure that their girlfriends couldn’t give them. Their relationship was spontaneous, and passionate, and completely and utterly unspoken. It was smooth and agreeable... or it had been until Canales was transferred to Valencia. They hadn’t spoken or sought each other out since.
“Yeah, I just...” Canales rubbed his eyes and stepped into the foyer, letting Sergio close the door behind him. “Listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble. Its just... we never really said goodbye. One second I was here, the next I was across the country and I didn’t...” Canales sighed and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I didn’t really realise that moving away would mean losing you.”
Sergio didn’t quite know what to say to that. Instead he stepped forward, opened his arms, and enclosed Canales in his blanket cocoon.
“It’s okay,” Sergio soothed, rubbing his hand up and down Canales’ back. “What time do you have to be back in Valencia?”
“I have training at ten.”
Sergio did the maths. It was at least a four hour drive to Valencia. If Canales was to make it back in time they barely had more than an hour together. “What in the hell were you thinking?” Sergio breathed into Canales’ ear.
“I wasn’t.” Canales admitted. “I just got in my car and started driving.”
“Okay...” Sergio dropped the blankets and cupped Canales’ face, kissing his lips gently. “C’mon, lets go to bed.”
Sergio grabbed the bundle of blankets and took Canales by the hand, leading him through the house and back into his bedroom. Throwing the blankets over the mattress, Sergio smoothed them out as Canales toed off his shoes. Then they both snuggled down.
Sergio wasn’t too sure how long they lay there just kissing and touching softly, but it was a hell of a lot longer than he would have guessed they ever would.
Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t want to go any further, because he did. Slowly but surely their kisses grew deeper, explorations grew firmer and more demanding. They were fully clothed, but they were both panting - the soft sighs turning into moans and at least a few grunts when hips moved a certain way or when Canales’ fingers pinched instead of brushed.
They took turns undressing, shedding pants and shirts and socks until they were lying on the bed, legs tangled as they licked and kissed. Sergio’s arms were twined around Canales, holding him close and in the back of his mind Sergio knew that they should hurry, that they didn’t have a lot of time before Canales had to leave.
With a grace and agility that wasn’t all that surprising, Canales abruptly twisted away from him and turned his body so they lay head to toe. Or more accurately, cock to lips.
“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” Canales breathed, taking Sergio’s cock into his mouth.
There was nothing slow or subtle about his movement, he simply swallowed Sergio’s cock to the balls, all in one deft move. Canales’ wet suction had Sergio damn near shooting in a matter of seconds. His heart raced as Canales toyed with him. Backing off, Canales tongued at the head and then teased the slit with just the tip of his tongue. Sergio’s inner thighs trembled, god he had missed this.
An insistent nudge on his cheek reminded him he had his own cock to play with, and he leaned in, taking it into his mouth. He laved the crown, wetting in languidly before sucking the shaft deep. When the tip touched the back of his mouth, he swallowed, knowing his throat would squeeze the knob. He held it there, caressing the soft, round balls below.
The only sounds were the grunts and groans of two boys lost in a sex of lust.
The tickling in his balls sent a shudder up Sergio’s spine and he tensed, knowing he was about to come. He fought for control but knew the battle was lost when a flash of fireworks exploded in his mind and his hips jerked forward. A groan of gut-wrenching bliss accompanied his first stream of cum. He tightened his lips around Canales’ cock, and his mouth was instantly filled with the salty essence of his cum. He stroked and swallowed, savoring the familiar taste. When Canales’ cock went limp, Sergio released him and rested his head on Canales’ inner thigh. Satisfied, exhausted, yet happy he didn’t have to move.
Canales kissed the warm thigh his head rested on. “I have to go.”
“Mmm,” Sergio nose nuzzled Canales’ balls. “Not yet.”
Canales laughed lazily, “you can’t possibly want to go again?”
“Just one more time.”
END