Footie RPS Ficlet: Behind Closed Doors (Ruud/Arjen, NC-17)
Behind Closed Doors
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Arjen Robben
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: During Euro 2004 Arjen makes a startling discovery.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED, so there might be spelling mistakes, bad grammar, missing words and let's not talk about wrong dialogue/action tags. *cringes*
Dedication? *ponders* Who would like that pairing? Right, leetje! *smiles*
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Grabbing a water bottle from the portable cooler, he walked a few steps and then flopped down onto lawn, stretched his legs and took his well earned rest. Training in this climate was pure torture. After ten minutes his training kit had been soaked, clinging uncomfortably to his skin in some place and his lips had been so parched like he had taken a walk through a desert.
Sipping from the plastic bottle, he let his eyes wander over the field, watching his teammates split up into little groups. For an insider it was quite evident who went along and who didn’t. He had always wondered why it had to be this way. They were a team, everyone wanted the same thing, everyone was fighting to win the tournament, yet there was so much dislike and envy between some of them.
But where you had rivalry and hatred on one hand, there was also the other extreme. If the press knew what happened behind the closed doors of some of his teammates, they would have a field day and would be able to fill the pages of their shoddy magazines till the next millennia.
He remembered quite clearly the day when he had walked in on Raf and Wes, who hadn’t even seen the need to lock their door while fucking each others brains out. Neither had they noticed him as he had entered the room, being so engrossed in each other. He had rolled his eyes and left quickly blushing furiously. Outside on the corridor he had walked right into Ruud who had quirked an eyebrow at his flushed attire.
“Let me guess, the Ajacieds are at it again?” He had asked him, with a slight amused tone in his voice. Arjen had just nodded at that and Ruud had clapped him on his shoulder chuckling.
“Remember this,” he had said. “Never ever try to talk to them when they are in their room. You’ll most likely always catch them buggering each other.”
Ever since then he had followed Ruud’s advice and had stayed clear of their room. It wasn’t that he had been offended or disgusted; he himself had been fucked countless times by Kezman when they had been in training camps with PSV. He was just annoyed that they endangered their careers so lightly. What if it hadn’t been him who had walked in on them? There were enough paparazzi snooping around the hotel and training grounds all the time.
“Arjen!”
A call interrupted his ponderings, and startled he looked up. Ruud was waving at him to get a move on. Turning his head he saw that he was the only one remaining out on the training field. Everyone else must have headed to the showers already. Slowly he got up and walked over to Ruud.
“You know, the brooding look doesn’t suit you,” Ruud said, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Huh?” Arjen frowned at him, looking completely puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, you looked rather gloomy sitting there all alone and deep in thought.”
“Oh, I was just thinking.” Arjen said, rubbing a hand over his face.
“That was quite obvious,” Ruud said chuckling. But then cocked his head to the side and studied him closely. “You’re not worrying about tomorrow, are you?”
“Nah, not really. Just thinking things over,” he said, sighing heavily.
“Like what?” Ruud asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing important, really,” Arjen said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Missing Kezman are you?” Ruud asked, after a pause.
”What? No! What the… how do you know?” Arjen’s said, completely surprised, his eyes going wide.
Ruud just smiled at him, and brushed a hand over his face cupping his cheek. “I hope he’s good to you,” he said, tracing the outline of Arjen’s lips with his thumb. “He can be quite an idiot sometimes.”
The touch of Ruud’s fingers against his skin made him shiver and he had to fight the urge to run his tongue over his lips. Not knowing what to say, he just nodded.
“Good.” Ruud said, gave him a smile. “Let’s go then, the others will be annoyed if they have to wait much longer.”
Standing under the spray of the shower Arjen kept his head down, while scrubbing the dirt and sweat off his skin as fast as possible. He tried very hard not to let his thoughts wander back to just how enticing Ruud’s touch had felt, or how awesome those long fingers would feel if Ruud curled them around his cock.
Cursing he switched the shower tap, and yelped as the water suddenly turned ice cold. The last thing he needed right now was getting hard with Ruud standing barely a meter away from him. Yet it seemed the older striker had indeed noticed his growing arousal, as he suddenly heard a low chuckle next to him.
He turned his head, knowing his cheeks must be beet-red by the way they felt. Ruud looked rather amused at his misery.
“Happens to all of us.” Ruud said, shrugging his shoulders and running a hand over his stomach down to brush it over his own cock.
Arjen gulped, if he didn’t know any better he would think his teammate did it on purpose to tease him further. Glancing around; he noticed that once more they were the only ones remaining behind. He looked back at Ruud and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. That hadn’t been a casual touch, Ruud had his eyes closed and was stroking himself slowly.
He felt torn, knowing he should just move and leave him alone, yet he couldn’t. Mesmerized he watched as the other striker kept on fisting his glistening prick. Somehow he couldn’t believe this was happening, and he also couldn’t believe he was still standing here not being able to take his eyes off Ruud.
The sound of voices made him snap out of his trance and he all but ran out of the shower room, dressed as quickly as possible and for once was quite happy that his training kit was so loose otherwise everyone would see that he was still sporting a hard-on.
In the bus he flopped down in the next available seat which turned out to be beside Johnny Heitinga, who gave him a sideways glance and frowned.
”What’s up with you, mate? You look like someone has stuck something up your arse.” Johnny said, grinning at him.
Arjen just rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone? He didn’t feel up for chit chat at the moment.
“Honestly mate, you look tense.” The Ajax player went on. “We have the afternoon off, call your girlfriend and get rid of the tension.”
“Go bug someone else, Heitinga.” Arjen snapped at him, making sure the other one got that he wasn’t in the mood for his oh-so-wise suggestions.
His teammate just shrugged and turned back to his magazine. Arjen sighed, put in the earplugs of his mp3-player and closed his eyes. Thankfully the short ride to their hotel was uneventful and he was able to somewhat calm down. Maybe Johnny was right, maybe he should call Bernadien. But he knew he couldn’t do that; she would so not be amused if she found out why exactly he wanted to see her and his schedule for today was packed anyway. He wouldn’t have time.
And he was right, the afternoon passed in a blur. He stopped counting how many times reporters asked the same questions. Was he feeling pressure? Did he agree with the decisions of Advocaat? What was it like to be a shooting star? Would he have problems adjusting to the Premier League? He answered all of them with the same patience, never revealing too much, never snapping.
After the last interview he felt quite drained and even the air-conditioned hotel lounge felt too hot and was too loud for his liking. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he craved nothing but a shower and the silence of his room.
On the way to his room meet he didn’t meet any of his teammates; they probably had all left to spend times with their families. But as he passed the room of Wes and Raf and judging by the sounds coming from it, those two certainly hadn’t left. For a moment he was very tempted to play a prank on them but he thought better of it. If this was their way to get rid of the tension the upcoming game provided, then that was fine with him.
He entered his room and shed his clothes, flinging them carelessly on the floor before making his way into the bathroom and stepping into the shower. As the first spray of lukewarm water hit his sweaty skin he couldn’t withhold an approving moan.
Washing away the sweat from his body he thought about all the questions he had been asked. The topic of him choosing Chelsea over Manchester United had been a favorite of the reporters. He was thrilled that he would play in England next season; it would be a new chapter in his life. Everything had happened so unbelievably fast that it still felt somewhat surreal to him.
But a part of him wasn’t completely convinced that he had made the right choice. A lot of people had criticized his decision to play for Chelsea, especially Ruud. He had accused him of being greedy, thinking only about the money and not his career. The truth was Arjen had wanted to sign for United but they had refused to pay the price PSV wanted for him.
Sighing heavily he stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off; there was nothing he could do about the situation. Slowly he walked over to the window and let his eyes wander over the beautiful sight the blue ocean provided before turning around and flopping down onto the bed. He grabbed a magazine from his nightstand and sighed again when he saw the person on the cover.
Ruud, the player he had always looked up to, the one who had made him feel home among the Dutch squad, who had always encouraged him. And the one who all of a sudden made him behave like a horny teenager.
He put the magazine aside and closed his eyes, trying to recall just how much it had turned him on to watch Ruud standing under the shower getting himself off. Running his right hand over his chest he pinched and teased his nipples till they were hard peaks, all the while envisioning the older striker touching himself. Drawing one leg up, he curled the fingers of his left hand around his hardening prick, gave it a firm squeeze which made him moan out loud.
Another stroke of his hand and he could feel the first droplets of pre-come start to leak from the tip. Gods, he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten so hard this fast. He moaned again as he rubbed his thumb over the glistening tip, spreading the fluid.
Licking his lips, he moved his other hand down to cup his sac, squeezing and fondling it while he fisted his cock with the other. Oh god, if only it wouldn’t be his own hands doing this but Ruud’s.
Suddenly the mattress shifted underneath him and then he felt the clothed body of someone touching his skin. His eyes flew open and widened in shock. Right beside him, an unreadable expression on his face, sat the person he had just tried to jerk himself off to.
He felt his cheeks colouring with embarrassment. Shit, he somehow must have forgotten to lock his door. There was an awkward silence before Arjen tried to sit up, but Ruud shook his head, placed his hand upon his shoulder and pushed him back down again. What the hell was going on? Confused Arjen opened his mouth to voice exactly that question, yet again Ruud shook his head, leant down and sealed his mouth with his lips.
That was too much; he froze not knowing what to do or how to react. Ruud drew back, cocked his head to the side and studied him closely for a moment.
“You said my name you know,” Ruud said, licking his lips.
“I did?” Arjen’s reply sounded like a squeak and Ruud nodded his head.
“You ran away in the showers and then get yourself off here, while fantasizing about me?” Ruud frowned, wrinkled his nose and then went on. “I never pictured you to be a coward, Arjen.”
Before he had chance to reply to this, he felt Ruud’s fingers close around his half-hard prick, and all coherent thoughts fled from his mind.
“Oh yes, just like that,” Arjen groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips upward into Ruud’s hand, who started to stroke him hard and slow.
“Open your eyes,” Ruud said, the tone telling him it was an order and not a request. Opening his eyes, he looked into Ruud’s who gave him a faint smile and nodded approvingly.
“Do you like that?” Ruud asked, flattening the palm of his hand over the tip of Arjen’s cock, rubbing in circles.
“Gods... yes... harder...” Arjen rasped out, his voice nothing more than a gasp.
And Ruud complied to his wish. Squeezing and pulling on his pulsing prick, up to the point where pleasure met pain. Not being able to take more of this, Arjen arched his back and bucked his hips one final time, crying out and spurting his seed all over Ruud’s hand.
He didn’t know how long it took him to come down from his high and to catch his breath. But all the while Ruud sat there in silence just watching him. And still Arjen couldn’t read the expression on Ruud’s face. Then Ruud shifted forward, ran his tongue over Arjen’s bottom lip before whispering.
“You could have had so much more than this.” Ruud kissed him softly and drew back, brushed his hand over Arjen’s face. “But you chose the wrong team.”
And then for the space of a second Arjen saw something like sadness and disappointment in Ruud’s eyes. He wanted to reach out, wanted to apologize but Ruud had already gotten up from the bed.
“Remember to lock your door in the future,” Ruud said his voice void of any emotion. Arjen watched him, trying to comprehend what just had happened. When the door clicked shut, he pulled his knees up hugging them tightly to his body suddenly feeling very cold.
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by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Arjen Robben
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: During Euro 2004 Arjen makes a startling discovery.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED, so there might be spelling mistakes, bad grammar, missing words and let's not talk about wrong dialogue/action tags. *cringes*
Dedication? *ponders* Who would like that pairing? Right, leetje! *smiles*
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Grabbing a water bottle from the portable cooler, he walked a few steps and then flopped down onto lawn, stretched his legs and took his well earned rest. Training in this climate was pure torture. After ten minutes his training kit had been soaked, clinging uncomfortably to his skin in some place and his lips had been so parched like he had taken a walk through a desert.
Sipping from the plastic bottle, he let his eyes wander over the field, watching his teammates split up into little groups. For an insider it was quite evident who went along and who didn’t. He had always wondered why it had to be this way. They were a team, everyone wanted the same thing, everyone was fighting to win the tournament, yet there was so much dislike and envy between some of them.
But where you had rivalry and hatred on one hand, there was also the other extreme. If the press knew what happened behind the closed doors of some of his teammates, they would have a field day and would be able to fill the pages of their shoddy magazines till the next millennia.
He remembered quite clearly the day when he had walked in on Raf and Wes, who hadn’t even seen the need to lock their door while fucking each others brains out. Neither had they noticed him as he had entered the room, being so engrossed in each other. He had rolled his eyes and left quickly blushing furiously. Outside on the corridor he had walked right into Ruud who had quirked an eyebrow at his flushed attire.
“Let me guess, the Ajacieds are at it again?” He had asked him, with a slight amused tone in his voice. Arjen had just nodded at that and Ruud had clapped him on his shoulder chuckling.
“Remember this,” he had said. “Never ever try to talk to them when they are in their room. You’ll most likely always catch them buggering each other.”
Ever since then he had followed Ruud’s advice and had stayed clear of their room. It wasn’t that he had been offended or disgusted; he himself had been fucked countless times by Kezman when they had been in training camps with PSV. He was just annoyed that they endangered their careers so lightly. What if it hadn’t been him who had walked in on them? There were enough paparazzi snooping around the hotel and training grounds all the time.
“Arjen!”
A call interrupted his ponderings, and startled he looked up. Ruud was waving at him to get a move on. Turning his head he saw that he was the only one remaining out on the training field. Everyone else must have headed to the showers already. Slowly he got up and walked over to Ruud.
“You know, the brooding look doesn’t suit you,” Ruud said, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Huh?” Arjen frowned at him, looking completely puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, you looked rather gloomy sitting there all alone and deep in thought.”
“Oh, I was just thinking.” Arjen said, rubbing a hand over his face.
“That was quite obvious,” Ruud said chuckling. But then cocked his head to the side and studied him closely. “You’re not worrying about tomorrow, are you?”
“Nah, not really. Just thinking things over,” he said, sighing heavily.
“Like what?” Ruud asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing important, really,” Arjen said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Missing Kezman are you?” Ruud asked, after a pause.
”What? No! What the… how do you know?” Arjen’s said, completely surprised, his eyes going wide.
Ruud just smiled at him, and brushed a hand over his face cupping his cheek. “I hope he’s good to you,” he said, tracing the outline of Arjen’s lips with his thumb. “He can be quite an idiot sometimes.”
The touch of Ruud’s fingers against his skin made him shiver and he had to fight the urge to run his tongue over his lips. Not knowing what to say, he just nodded.
“Good.” Ruud said, gave him a smile. “Let’s go then, the others will be annoyed if they have to wait much longer.”
Standing under the spray of the shower Arjen kept his head down, while scrubbing the dirt and sweat off his skin as fast as possible. He tried very hard not to let his thoughts wander back to just how enticing Ruud’s touch had felt, or how awesome those long fingers would feel if Ruud curled them around his cock.
Cursing he switched the shower tap, and yelped as the water suddenly turned ice cold. The last thing he needed right now was getting hard with Ruud standing barely a meter away from him. Yet it seemed the older striker had indeed noticed his growing arousal, as he suddenly heard a low chuckle next to him.
He turned his head, knowing his cheeks must be beet-red by the way they felt. Ruud looked rather amused at his misery.
“Happens to all of us.” Ruud said, shrugging his shoulders and running a hand over his stomach down to brush it over his own cock.
Arjen gulped, if he didn’t know any better he would think his teammate did it on purpose to tease him further. Glancing around; he noticed that once more they were the only ones remaining behind. He looked back at Ruud and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. That hadn’t been a casual touch, Ruud had his eyes closed and was stroking himself slowly.
He felt torn, knowing he should just move and leave him alone, yet he couldn’t. Mesmerized he watched as the other striker kept on fisting his glistening prick. Somehow he couldn’t believe this was happening, and he also couldn’t believe he was still standing here not being able to take his eyes off Ruud.
The sound of voices made him snap out of his trance and he all but ran out of the shower room, dressed as quickly as possible and for once was quite happy that his training kit was so loose otherwise everyone would see that he was still sporting a hard-on.
In the bus he flopped down in the next available seat which turned out to be beside Johnny Heitinga, who gave him a sideways glance and frowned.
”What’s up with you, mate? You look like someone has stuck something up your arse.” Johnny said, grinning at him.
Arjen just rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone? He didn’t feel up for chit chat at the moment.
“Honestly mate, you look tense.” The Ajax player went on. “We have the afternoon off, call your girlfriend and get rid of the tension.”
“Go bug someone else, Heitinga.” Arjen snapped at him, making sure the other one got that he wasn’t in the mood for his oh-so-wise suggestions.
His teammate just shrugged and turned back to his magazine. Arjen sighed, put in the earplugs of his mp3-player and closed his eyes. Thankfully the short ride to their hotel was uneventful and he was able to somewhat calm down. Maybe Johnny was right, maybe he should call Bernadien. But he knew he couldn’t do that; she would so not be amused if she found out why exactly he wanted to see her and his schedule for today was packed anyway. He wouldn’t have time.
And he was right, the afternoon passed in a blur. He stopped counting how many times reporters asked the same questions. Was he feeling pressure? Did he agree with the decisions of Advocaat? What was it like to be a shooting star? Would he have problems adjusting to the Premier League? He answered all of them with the same patience, never revealing too much, never snapping.
After the last interview he felt quite drained and even the air-conditioned hotel lounge felt too hot and was too loud for his liking. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he craved nothing but a shower and the silence of his room.
On the way to his room meet he didn’t meet any of his teammates; they probably had all left to spend times with their families. But as he passed the room of Wes and Raf and judging by the sounds coming from it, those two certainly hadn’t left. For a moment he was very tempted to play a prank on them but he thought better of it. If this was their way to get rid of the tension the upcoming game provided, then that was fine with him.
He entered his room and shed his clothes, flinging them carelessly on the floor before making his way into the bathroom and stepping into the shower. As the first spray of lukewarm water hit his sweaty skin he couldn’t withhold an approving moan.
Washing away the sweat from his body he thought about all the questions he had been asked. The topic of him choosing Chelsea over Manchester United had been a favorite of the reporters. He was thrilled that he would play in England next season; it would be a new chapter in his life. Everything had happened so unbelievably fast that it still felt somewhat surreal to him.
But a part of him wasn’t completely convinced that he had made the right choice. A lot of people had criticized his decision to play for Chelsea, especially Ruud. He had accused him of being greedy, thinking only about the money and not his career. The truth was Arjen had wanted to sign for United but they had refused to pay the price PSV wanted for him.
Sighing heavily he stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off; there was nothing he could do about the situation. Slowly he walked over to the window and let his eyes wander over the beautiful sight the blue ocean provided before turning around and flopping down onto the bed. He grabbed a magazine from his nightstand and sighed again when he saw the person on the cover.
Ruud, the player he had always looked up to, the one who had made him feel home among the Dutch squad, who had always encouraged him. And the one who all of a sudden made him behave like a horny teenager.
He put the magazine aside and closed his eyes, trying to recall just how much it had turned him on to watch Ruud standing under the shower getting himself off. Running his right hand over his chest he pinched and teased his nipples till they were hard peaks, all the while envisioning the older striker touching himself. Drawing one leg up, he curled the fingers of his left hand around his hardening prick, gave it a firm squeeze which made him moan out loud.
Another stroke of his hand and he could feel the first droplets of pre-come start to leak from the tip. Gods, he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten so hard this fast. He moaned again as he rubbed his thumb over the glistening tip, spreading the fluid.
Licking his lips, he moved his other hand down to cup his sac, squeezing and fondling it while he fisted his cock with the other. Oh god, if only it wouldn’t be his own hands doing this but Ruud’s.
Suddenly the mattress shifted underneath him and then he felt the clothed body of someone touching his skin. His eyes flew open and widened in shock. Right beside him, an unreadable expression on his face, sat the person he had just tried to jerk himself off to.
He felt his cheeks colouring with embarrassment. Shit, he somehow must have forgotten to lock his door. There was an awkward silence before Arjen tried to sit up, but Ruud shook his head, placed his hand upon his shoulder and pushed him back down again. What the hell was going on? Confused Arjen opened his mouth to voice exactly that question, yet again Ruud shook his head, leant down and sealed his mouth with his lips.
That was too much; he froze not knowing what to do or how to react. Ruud drew back, cocked his head to the side and studied him closely for a moment.
“You said my name you know,” Ruud said, licking his lips.
“I did?” Arjen’s reply sounded like a squeak and Ruud nodded his head.
“You ran away in the showers and then get yourself off here, while fantasizing about me?” Ruud frowned, wrinkled his nose and then went on. “I never pictured you to be a coward, Arjen.”
Before he had chance to reply to this, he felt Ruud’s fingers close around his half-hard prick, and all coherent thoughts fled from his mind.
“Oh yes, just like that,” Arjen groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips upward into Ruud’s hand, who started to stroke him hard and slow.
“Open your eyes,” Ruud said, the tone telling him it was an order and not a request. Opening his eyes, he looked into Ruud’s who gave him a faint smile and nodded approvingly.
“Do you like that?” Ruud asked, flattening the palm of his hand over the tip of Arjen’s cock, rubbing in circles.
“Gods... yes... harder...” Arjen rasped out, his voice nothing more than a gasp.
And Ruud complied to his wish. Squeezing and pulling on his pulsing prick, up to the point where pleasure met pain. Not being able to take more of this, Arjen arched his back and bucked his hips one final time, crying out and spurting his seed all over Ruud’s hand.
He didn’t know how long it took him to come down from his high and to catch his breath. But all the while Ruud sat there in silence just watching him. And still Arjen couldn’t read the expression on Ruud’s face. Then Ruud shifted forward, ran his tongue over Arjen’s bottom lip before whispering.
“You could have had so much more than this.” Ruud kissed him softly and drew back, brushed his hand over Arjen’s face. “But you chose the wrong team.”
And then for the space of a second Arjen saw something like sadness and disappointment in Ruud’s eyes. He wanted to reach out, wanted to apologize but Ruud had already gotten up from the bed.
“Remember to lock your door in the future,” Ruud said his voice void of any emotion. Arjen watched him, trying to comprehend what just had happened. When the door clicked shut, he pulled his knees up hugging them tightly to his body suddenly feeling very cold.
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