Footie RPS Ficlet: The Sweetest Thing (Arjen/Ronnie, NC-17)
The Sweetest Thing
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Arjen encounters a broken promise, a surprise and a delicious dessert.
Author's Note:
Big thankies to dork_elf for the beta.
Dedicated to my dear sis' leetje. Merry Christmas, hon. *hugs*
Based on our (leetje's & mine) RPG wOObs. ^__^
Who have brought me so much joy throughout this year.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Laden with a dozen packages and bags, wet and frozen to the bone, ears feeling like they would fall off any second, Arjen scrambled through the door of his house.
And the first thing he saw upon entering made his blood boil. Cristiano’s coat was carelessly flung over the cabinet in the hallway, which meant he was here. Oh, he would strangle him… well, as soon as he had his hands free. Cristiano had been supposed to meet him for some last-minute Christmas shopping but had never showed up, leaving the dreadful task up to Arjen alone.
Arjen had been torn between worrying why Cris hadn’t been answering his calls and wishing him to hell for not showing up.
Slipping out of his wet shoes, he walked into the living room but only managed two steps before a whirlwind in red jumped on him, causing Arjen to lose his balance and topple over. His armload of purchases were strewn all over the floor.
“Oops!”
“Godverdomme, Cris. Get off me… now!” Arjen said, snarling.
“I’m sorry,” Cristiano apologized, letting go of him instantly.
“Where the hell have you been?” Arjen was furious; usually he overlooked Cristiano’s habit of forgetting about dates or appointments but after the ordeal he had been through today he didn’t feel like just forgetting about it.
“You fucking promised to meet up for shopping today. So what…” His words trailed off when he finally noticed what Cristiano was wearing.
“And what’s this?” Arjen gestured Cristiano’s Santa outfit.
“It was surprise,” Cristiano murmured and looked down. “But I forgot time.”
Arjen balled his hands into fists, opening his mouth with every intention of telling Cristiano he had enough of him always forgetting about things that were important when he saw something glittering out of the corner of his eye.
When he turned around his eyes went wide; his living room was a genuine mess. Countless small packages lay torn apart on the floor along with strands of golden tinsel and broken Christmas ornaments, and to his surprise in the usual empty spot besides the fireplace now stood a huge Christmas tree. It was decorated with golden and orange ornaments, bathing the room in soft light with its fake candles.
“I also cooked dinner,” Cristiano said, and Arjen whipped around looking quite baffled.
“You cooked dinner?”
“Mama helped me,” Cristiano confessed, avoiding his gaze.
“Is she still here?” Arjen asked, rather worried that now he would get an earful if Cristiano’s mother was still there, but Cristiano shook his head.
Running a hand through his hair, Arjen sighed. How could he be angry with Cristiano now when his lover had obviously been busy with preparing all of this just for him? Arjen reached out and cupped Cristiano’s face with both hands.
“Why didn’t you answer your cell?”
“It is broken,” Cristiano said pointing to the small table beside the couch, on which lay the shattered remains of what once had been Cristiano’s mobile phone.
He shook his head, brushing his thumb over Cristiano’s lips. “I’ve been worried, you know?”
“I’m sorry, amado,” Cristiano said, and hung his head.
“Don’t be.” Arjen drew him into a tight hug. “It’s okay; I just had a bad day.”
Cristiano nuzzled his face into the crook of Arjen’s neck only to draw back immediately.
“You’re cold,” he yelped, and unzipped Arjen’s jacket to reach inside. “And wet! Go shower, you must not get ill.”
“Yes, I think I should.” Arjen said letting Cristiano divest him of his soaked clothing. “Want to join me?”
Cristiano took a step back and shook his head. “No.”
“Aww, come on,” Arjen said, moving closer to him. “Please?”
“No, no, no!” Cristiano crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Not even if I let you shave me?” Arjen coaxed knowing full well how much Cristiano loved that.
“No! Must clean up and finish dinner.”
But Arjen wasn’t about to give up that easily, he backed Cristiano against the wall and captured his lover’s lips with his own. To his amazement Cristiano stood stock still, not reacting to the kiss at all. So he moved his hands down to squeeze the Portuguese’s firm buttocks in an attempt to lure him in, but froze as he came in contact with the soft material of the Santa Claus costume.
“What are you wearing under that thing?”
“Nothing,” Cristiano said, grinning at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Before Arjen had a chance to test Cristiano’s statement he found himself pinned to the wall.
“Be nice now,” Cristiano said. “Go shower, then food and then…”
“Then?”
“We will see,” Cristiano said, the tone of his voice indicating that he would not give in. Sighing, Arjen nodded and walked over to the stairs.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano watched Arjen head upstairs and when he heard the bathroom door click shut, leaned heavily against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief.
Gods, he had been so close to just giving in and letting Arjen have his way with him... again. No one had ever managed to turn him on like this. The smallest touch or look from Arjen could get him hard in the blink of an eye.
No matter how often they slept with each other nothing seemed to temper his lust for the Dutchman. It was so strange; this had never been the case with his previous lovers. After the first few weeks they started to bore him senseless, in and out of bed. That had usually been the indication for him to end it.
He touched the silver bracelet around his wrist and smiled. Soon they would be able to celebrate their first year together, something Cristiano still couldn’t quite believe. He had never been in a relationship which had lasted this long. But with Arjen everything was different and at the moment he couldn’t picture a future without the Dutchman in it. They were such an unlikely pair, their personalities like fire and ice, and yet they seemed to complete each other in ways Cristiano had never thought to be possible.
The sound of running water brought him back to reality and he realized he should clean up before Arjen was finished with his shower. Hurrying, he started to pick up the debris that lay strewn over the living room floor.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Arjen was rubbing a towel over his wet hair when he walked down the stairs. To his surprise the chaos in the living room was gone and he found Cristiano in the kitchen. The Portuguese had his back to him and Arjen’s lips curled into a devilish smile.
He tiptoed over to Cristiano but before he could reach out and curl his arms around the other winger’s waist, Cristiano spun around.
“You walk like elephant,” Cristiano said.
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do,” the Portuguese just nodded, then shoved a plate into his hands. Arjen’s mouth watered at the delicious smell of the food; he even forgot to pout or scowl at Cristiano’s words.
He followed the Portuguese into the living room and sat down on the couch. Cristiano turned on the telly and reached for the remote control of the DVD player.
Arjen took a mouthful of Cristiano’s cooking and moaned approvingly.
“Mmmm, this is great,” he said, licking his lips and then pointing with the fork at the television. “What are we going to watch?”
Cristiano flashed him a smile, obviously pleased that he was enjoying the dinner.
“Batman Begins!”
Arjen wrinkled his nose at that. “Is it any good?”
“Yes, it is!” Cristiano nodded his head feverishly. “You will love it.”
He would take Cristiano’s word for it; so far no matter what his lover had picked he had always enjoyed the film. And if he shouldn’t enjoy this one, he just knew what to do. After all he was still curious if Cristiano really wore nothing underneath that red Santa coat - aside from the white socks he could spot from here.
But Cristiano had been right, he got so sucked into the movie that he even forgot to eat, which resulted in Cristiano chiding him first and then feeding him the remaining bits that were on his plate.
“Dessert?”
“Not yet,” Arjen said carelessly but turned his head when he heard Cristiano make a disapproving noise.
The Portuguese looked offended and Arjen immediately regretted his choice of words. Right, Cristiano had probably prepared it and now Arjen had made it look like he didn’t care.
“After the movie, okay? I might not be able to enjoy it while I concentrate on the film.” He said, rubbing his hand over Cristiano’s thigh.
To his surprise Cristiano dissolved in a fit of giggles and Arjen arched an eyebrow at him.
“What’s so funny now?” Arjen asked, not understanding what Cristiano found so funny, but the Portuguese just waved him off.
“Nothing. Watch movie.” Cristiano said, still giggling.
Arjen just shrugged and held his arms out for Cristiano to snuggle up to him. They watched the rest of the movie in silence, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and loving touches. Arjen thought that this was just how he had wanted to spend Christmas Eve. No loud celebrations, just comfortable silence and peace.
“So now, what’s for dessert?” Arjen asked after the movie had ended.
“What do you want? Chocolate or strawberry?”
“Strawberry,” Arjen said, wondering if Cristiano was talking about ice cream.
Cristiano pulled a bottle of strawberry sauce from behind the sofa and grinned at him.
“What am I supposed…?” And then it dawned on him as Cristiano opened the belt of his Santa costume, revealing his naked body clad in only a pair of his Manchester United socks.
“You little tease,” Arjen said and laughed, finally understanding why Cristiano had been so amused about his earlier words.
“Or you want to watch another movie?” Cristiano asked innocently.
Arjen reacted with lightning speed and pulled Cristiano flush against him.
“No, I think I will have dessert now,” he said.
Flipping them over, he sat back on his heels to take in the sight of his lover sprawled out in front of him. He ran his hands slowly over the warm and smooth skin of Cristiano’s chest, remembering another time when he had covered him in sticky sauce.
“Arjen?” Cristiano’s voice made him look up and he gave him a small smile.
“Sorry, I’ve been...”
“Thinking too much again?”
Arjen laughed and nodded his head. “Yes.”
“Stop thinking!” Cristiano said, wriggling his hips underneath Arjen.
“Impatient, are we?” Arjen asked, grinning down at him. Cristiano nodded.
Bending down Arjen rubbed his face against Cristiano’s stomach and placed an open-mouthed kiss over his lover’s belly button before he shifted back and grabbed the bottle of strawberry sauce.
He shook it once… twice… uncapped it and tilted it over Cristiano’s chest. Cristiano started to squirm.
“That tickles!”
But Arjen paid no attention to him as he covered the Portuguese’s nipples with the sticky syrup, drawing a line down over his chest to his navel before lowering his head and flicking his tongue out to taste his masterpiece. He loved the little wanton noises Cristiano made while he teased and tormented him with his tongue. Cristiano could barely keep still and Arjen smiled against his skin.
“Arjen… please…”
Moving lower he licked away the strawberry path that led down to Cristiano’s belly button, briefly dipping his tongue inside, drawing another gasp from his lover. He felt Cristiano twist his fingers into his hair, trying to direct Arjen where he really wanted to be touched.
Arjen decided to have mercy on him. He curled his hand around Cristiano’s cock, giving it a slow stroke, drawing back the foreskin before licking the glistening tip. Immediately Cristiano bucked his hips up, moaning loudly as Arjen sucked his prick deep into his mouth.
He hummed around the hard flesh, lavishing the underside with his tongue. This was better than strawberry flavour; he loved Cristiano’s taste, salty and bittersweet, and he couldn’t wait to get more. Judging by the sounds his lover made and the way he tried to bury himself even deeper down Arjen’s throat Cristiano was close… very close.
Reaching down he fondled Cristiano’s sac in his palm, squeezing it softly while looking up and locking gazes with the other winger. Again he hummed and watched as Cristiano threw his head back, arching off the couch while coming into Arjen’s mouth.
He let Cristiano ride out his orgasm, sucking gently till Cristiano slumped back against the sofa, utterly spent. Stroking his lover’s quivering thighs, Arjen snuggled up against him and pressed his lips softly to Cristiano’s chest.
“Mhmmm, that was a delicious dessert.”
Cristiano turned his head, looking down, and frowned. “But you didn’t…”
“Shh, don’t worry. There is time for that later.” Arjen said, placing a finger over Cristiano’s lips to shush him. He reached for the woollen blanket hanging over the back of the sofa and pulled it over them. “Right, now I’m happy just to lie here with you.”
Cristiano gave him a lazy smile and held him close, fingers drawing circles on Arjen’s back. He sighed and nuzzled his face into Cristiano’s skin.
If someone had come to him and told him a year ago that he would spend the next Christmas Eve in the arms of a certain Portuguese winger, he would have probably died of laughter. However fate was a strange thing, and he preferred not to think about how and where and with whom he would spend his next Christmas. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that he hoped his next Christmas would be an exact copy of this one… but without having to go through today’s shopping nightmare first.
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END
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Arjen encounters a broken promise, a surprise and a delicious dessert.
Author's Note:
Who have brought me so much joy throughout this year.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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Laden with a dozen packages and bags, wet and frozen to the bone, ears feeling like they would fall off any second, Arjen scrambled through the door of his house.
And the first thing he saw upon entering made his blood boil. Cristiano’s coat was carelessly flung over the cabinet in the hallway, which meant he was here. Oh, he would strangle him… well, as soon as he had his hands free. Cristiano had been supposed to meet him for some last-minute Christmas shopping but had never showed up, leaving the dreadful task up to Arjen alone.
Arjen had been torn between worrying why Cris hadn’t been answering his calls and wishing him to hell for not showing up.
Slipping out of his wet shoes, he walked into the living room but only managed two steps before a whirlwind in red jumped on him, causing Arjen to lose his balance and topple over. His armload of purchases were strewn all over the floor.
“Oops!”
“Godverdomme, Cris. Get off me… now!” Arjen said, snarling.
“I’m sorry,” Cristiano apologized, letting go of him instantly.
“Where the hell have you been?” Arjen was furious; usually he overlooked Cristiano’s habit of forgetting about dates or appointments but after the ordeal he had been through today he didn’t feel like just forgetting about it.
“You fucking promised to meet up for shopping today. So what…” His words trailed off when he finally noticed what Cristiano was wearing.
“And what’s this?” Arjen gestured Cristiano’s Santa outfit.
“It was surprise,” Cristiano murmured and looked down. “But I forgot time.”
Arjen balled his hands into fists, opening his mouth with every intention of telling Cristiano he had enough of him always forgetting about things that were important when he saw something glittering out of the corner of his eye.
When he turned around his eyes went wide; his living room was a genuine mess. Countless small packages lay torn apart on the floor along with strands of golden tinsel and broken Christmas ornaments, and to his surprise in the usual empty spot besides the fireplace now stood a huge Christmas tree. It was decorated with golden and orange ornaments, bathing the room in soft light with its fake candles.
“I also cooked dinner,” Cristiano said, and Arjen whipped around looking quite baffled.
“You cooked dinner?”
“Mama helped me,” Cristiano confessed, avoiding his gaze.
“Is she still here?” Arjen asked, rather worried that now he would get an earful if Cristiano’s mother was still there, but Cristiano shook his head.
Running a hand through his hair, Arjen sighed. How could he be angry with Cristiano now when his lover had obviously been busy with preparing all of this just for him? Arjen reached out and cupped Cristiano’s face with both hands.
“Why didn’t you answer your cell?”
“It is broken,” Cristiano said pointing to the small table beside the couch, on which lay the shattered remains of what once had been Cristiano’s mobile phone.
He shook his head, brushing his thumb over Cristiano’s lips. “I’ve been worried, you know?”
“I’m sorry, amado,” Cristiano said, and hung his head.
“Don’t be.” Arjen drew him into a tight hug. “It’s okay; I just had a bad day.”
Cristiano nuzzled his face into the crook of Arjen’s neck only to draw back immediately.
“You’re cold,” he yelped, and unzipped Arjen’s jacket to reach inside. “And wet! Go shower, you must not get ill.”
“Yes, I think I should.” Arjen said letting Cristiano divest him of his soaked clothing. “Want to join me?”
Cristiano took a step back and shook his head. “No.”
“Aww, come on,” Arjen said, moving closer to him. “Please?”
“No, no, no!” Cristiano crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Not even if I let you shave me?” Arjen coaxed knowing full well how much Cristiano loved that.
“No! Must clean up and finish dinner.”
But Arjen wasn’t about to give up that easily, he backed Cristiano against the wall and captured his lover’s lips with his own. To his amazement Cristiano stood stock still, not reacting to the kiss at all. So he moved his hands down to squeeze the Portuguese’s firm buttocks in an attempt to lure him in, but froze as he came in contact with the soft material of the Santa Claus costume.
“What are you wearing under that thing?”
“Nothing,” Cristiano said, grinning at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Before Arjen had a chance to test Cristiano’s statement he found himself pinned to the wall.
“Be nice now,” Cristiano said. “Go shower, then food and then…”
“Then?”
“We will see,” Cristiano said, the tone of his voice indicating that he would not give in. Sighing, Arjen nodded and walked over to the stairs.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Cristiano watched Arjen head upstairs and when he heard the bathroom door click shut, leaned heavily against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief.
Gods, he had been so close to just giving in and letting Arjen have his way with him... again. No one had ever managed to turn him on like this. The smallest touch or look from Arjen could get him hard in the blink of an eye.
No matter how often they slept with each other nothing seemed to temper his lust for the Dutchman. It was so strange; this had never been the case with his previous lovers. After the first few weeks they started to bore him senseless, in and out of bed. That had usually been the indication for him to end it.
He touched the silver bracelet around his wrist and smiled. Soon they would be able to celebrate their first year together, something Cristiano still couldn’t quite believe. He had never been in a relationship which had lasted this long. But with Arjen everything was different and at the moment he couldn’t picture a future without the Dutchman in it. They were such an unlikely pair, their personalities like fire and ice, and yet they seemed to complete each other in ways Cristiano had never thought to be possible.
The sound of running water brought him back to reality and he realized he should clean up before Arjen was finished with his shower. Hurrying, he started to pick up the debris that lay strewn over the living room floor.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Arjen was rubbing a towel over his wet hair when he walked down the stairs. To his surprise the chaos in the living room was gone and he found Cristiano in the kitchen. The Portuguese had his back to him and Arjen’s lips curled into a devilish smile.
He tiptoed over to Cristiano but before he could reach out and curl his arms around the other winger’s waist, Cristiano spun around.
“You walk like elephant,” Cristiano said.
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do,” the Portuguese just nodded, then shoved a plate into his hands. Arjen’s mouth watered at the delicious smell of the food; he even forgot to pout or scowl at Cristiano’s words.
He followed the Portuguese into the living room and sat down on the couch. Cristiano turned on the telly and reached for the remote control of the DVD player.
Arjen took a mouthful of Cristiano’s cooking and moaned approvingly.
“Mmmm, this is great,” he said, licking his lips and then pointing with the fork at the television. “What are we going to watch?”
Cristiano flashed him a smile, obviously pleased that he was enjoying the dinner.
“Batman Begins!”
Arjen wrinkled his nose at that. “Is it any good?”
“Yes, it is!” Cristiano nodded his head feverishly. “You will love it.”
He would take Cristiano’s word for it; so far no matter what his lover had picked he had always enjoyed the film. And if he shouldn’t enjoy this one, he just knew what to do. After all he was still curious if Cristiano really wore nothing underneath that red Santa coat - aside from the white socks he could spot from here.
But Cristiano had been right, he got so sucked into the movie that he even forgot to eat, which resulted in Cristiano chiding him first and then feeding him the remaining bits that were on his plate.
“Dessert?”
“Not yet,” Arjen said carelessly but turned his head when he heard Cristiano make a disapproving noise.
The Portuguese looked offended and Arjen immediately regretted his choice of words. Right, Cristiano had probably prepared it and now Arjen had made it look like he didn’t care.
“After the movie, okay? I might not be able to enjoy it while I concentrate on the film.” He said, rubbing his hand over Cristiano’s thigh.
To his surprise Cristiano dissolved in a fit of giggles and Arjen arched an eyebrow at him.
“What’s so funny now?” Arjen asked, not understanding what Cristiano found so funny, but the Portuguese just waved him off.
“Nothing. Watch movie.” Cristiano said, still giggling.
Arjen just shrugged and held his arms out for Cristiano to snuggle up to him. They watched the rest of the movie in silence, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and loving touches. Arjen thought that this was just how he had wanted to spend Christmas Eve. No loud celebrations, just comfortable silence and peace.
“So now, what’s for dessert?” Arjen asked after the movie had ended.
“What do you want? Chocolate or strawberry?”
“Strawberry,” Arjen said, wondering if Cristiano was talking about ice cream.
Cristiano pulled a bottle of strawberry sauce from behind the sofa and grinned at him.
“What am I supposed…?” And then it dawned on him as Cristiano opened the belt of his Santa costume, revealing his naked body clad in only a pair of his Manchester United socks.
“You little tease,” Arjen said and laughed, finally understanding why Cristiano had been so amused about his earlier words.
“Or you want to watch another movie?” Cristiano asked innocently.
Arjen reacted with lightning speed and pulled Cristiano flush against him.
“No, I think I will have dessert now,” he said.
Flipping them over, he sat back on his heels to take in the sight of his lover sprawled out in front of him. He ran his hands slowly over the warm and smooth skin of Cristiano’s chest, remembering another time when he had covered him in sticky sauce.
“Arjen?” Cristiano’s voice made him look up and he gave him a small smile.
“Sorry, I’ve been...”
“Thinking too much again?”
Arjen laughed and nodded his head. “Yes.”
“Stop thinking!” Cristiano said, wriggling his hips underneath Arjen.
“Impatient, are we?” Arjen asked, grinning down at him. Cristiano nodded.
Bending down Arjen rubbed his face against Cristiano’s stomach and placed an open-mouthed kiss over his lover’s belly button before he shifted back and grabbed the bottle of strawberry sauce.
He shook it once… twice… uncapped it and tilted it over Cristiano’s chest. Cristiano started to squirm.
“That tickles!”
But Arjen paid no attention to him as he covered the Portuguese’s nipples with the sticky syrup, drawing a line down over his chest to his navel before lowering his head and flicking his tongue out to taste his masterpiece. He loved the little wanton noises Cristiano made while he teased and tormented him with his tongue. Cristiano could barely keep still and Arjen smiled against his skin.
“Arjen… please…”
Moving lower he licked away the strawberry path that led down to Cristiano’s belly button, briefly dipping his tongue inside, drawing another gasp from his lover. He felt Cristiano twist his fingers into his hair, trying to direct Arjen where he really wanted to be touched.
Arjen decided to have mercy on him. He curled his hand around Cristiano’s cock, giving it a slow stroke, drawing back the foreskin before licking the glistening tip. Immediately Cristiano bucked his hips up, moaning loudly as Arjen sucked his prick deep into his mouth.
He hummed around the hard flesh, lavishing the underside with his tongue. This was better than strawberry flavour; he loved Cristiano’s taste, salty and bittersweet, and he couldn’t wait to get more. Judging by the sounds his lover made and the way he tried to bury himself even deeper down Arjen’s throat Cristiano was close… very close.
Reaching down he fondled Cristiano’s sac in his palm, squeezing it softly while looking up and locking gazes with the other winger. Again he hummed and watched as Cristiano threw his head back, arching off the couch while coming into Arjen’s mouth.
He let Cristiano ride out his orgasm, sucking gently till Cristiano slumped back against the sofa, utterly spent. Stroking his lover’s quivering thighs, Arjen snuggled up against him and pressed his lips softly to Cristiano’s chest.
“Mhmmm, that was a delicious dessert.”
Cristiano turned his head, looking down, and frowned. “But you didn’t…”
“Shh, don’t worry. There is time for that later.” Arjen said, placing a finger over Cristiano’s lips to shush him. He reached for the woollen blanket hanging over the back of the sofa and pulled it over them. “Right, now I’m happy just to lie here with you.”
Cristiano gave him a lazy smile and held him close, fingers drawing circles on Arjen’s back. He sighed and nuzzled his face into Cristiano’s skin.
If someone had come to him and told him a year ago that he would spend the next Christmas Eve in the arms of a certain Portuguese winger, he would have probably died of laughter. However fate was a strange thing, and he preferred not to think about how and where and with whom he would spend his next Christmas. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that he hoped his next Christmas would be an exact copy of this one… but without having to go through today’s shopping nightmare first.
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END