Footie RPS Fic: Sweet Surrender (Tiago/Arjen - Ronnie/Arjen, NC-17)
Sweet Surrender
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: (Tiago Mendes/Arjen Robben) - Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: An encounter with Cristiano shows Arjen something he had never thought to be possible.
Author's Note:
Big thankies to fly_meaway for the amazing beta. *glomps*
I started to write this when Tiago was still at Chelsea and when it wasn't clear to where Figo would go. So in this fic Tiago never left Chelsea and Figo plays for Liverpool.
This is nothing more than one huge PWP.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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“God… fuck,” Arjen groaned, his voice muffled by a pillow, into which his face was pressed.
“Name is Tiago,” The Portuguese moaned into his ear. “And I think I’m doing just that.” He punctuated his words by another hard thrust of his hips.
Under different circumstances, Arjen might have laughed, however he was too far gone to even realize what Tiago just had said. All that he wanted at the moment was for Tiago to keep pounding into him.
He was so close already, his fingers clawing at the bed sheets as he pushed his hips back, trying to impale himself even further on Tiago’s cock.
“Fuck... so close…”
Tiago’s thrusts got harder and faster, hitting Arjen’s prostate with every move and it became too much. His balls tightened and with a groan he came, spilling his seed into the mattress beneath him.
Breathing heavily, he kept on rocking back as Tiago grabbed his hips hard, pushed into him once… twice and then Arjen felt the Portuguese shudder, reaching his own orgasm.
Tiago placed an open-mouthed kiss on his bare shoulder before he slowly slipped from him. Arjen rolled over onto his back and watched him pulling off the condom and throwing it into the trash bin.
“I give a party next Wednesday,” Tiago said, flopping down onto the bed next to him. “Want to come?”
“Sure, why not,” Arjen said, sitting up and reaching for his shirt.
It was always like this, they met, they fucked and then one of them left straight afterwards. No words of love, no commitment, just getting rid of the tension and they both liked it that way.
At first Arjen had been reluctant, but it hadn’t taken much convincing from Tiago to lure him into his bed. With Mateja gone, he had missed the casual sex he used to have. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get laid, no, he had a long-term girlfriend after all.
The problem was; as much as he enjoyed sleeping with her, he also craved sex with guys, always had. It was just different to be on the receiving end. He loved to giving up control and submit. And the sex was less complicated, more straight forward, no beating around the bush. All in all, for him it was just fucking brilliant.
Tiago threw a pillow at him and grinned. “I’m sure you will have fun.”
“What makes you so sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the cryptic remark.
“Lots of Portuguese friends coming,” Tiago said, and winked at him.
Arjen snorted, he shouldn’t have told his teammate that he had a weakness for Portuguese guys.
“Well, it’s not going to be an orgy, right?” Arjen asked, not really expecting ‘yes’ for an answer. As outgoing as Tiago gave himself, he wasn’t one for the kinky stuff.
“No,” Tiago started to laugh. “But still, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Whatever.” Arjen bent down and gave him a sloppy kiss. “See you on Wednesday then.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Upon arriving, he saw that Tiago had definitely not exaggerated; most people he spotted at the party were Portuguese, either friends or fellow players.
“Arjen!” He looked around and saw Tiago waving at him. His teammate was standing by the kitchen door, one arm around Paulo Ferreira’s hip and to Arjen’s astonishment, Tiago already looked quite drunk.
“Let me introduce you to Cristiano and Luis,” Tiago said, swaggering as he pointed to the United and Liverpool winger. Arjen inclined his head in silent greeting and extended his hand.
“The famous Arjen Robben,” Figo said, shaking his hand. “You never cease to amaze me with your play, kiddo.”
“Thank you.”Arjen smiled at the Portuguese captain.
“It’s too bad that you and Cristiano aren’t playing for the same club. I bet you would make a perfect match. The two best wingers of their age.” Figo went on and Arjen could feel his cheeks start to burn.
While he was used to getting praise from the press, this was definitely something different. It didn’t happen every day that he got such a compliment from a player, who had once been voted the best of the world.
But it wasn’t just the praise that made him blush. At the words ‘perfect match’, Cristiano had taken his hand, and for a second he had felt his skin tingle. Their gazes locked and judging by the expression on Cristiano’s face, he guessed the other winger had experienced a similar feeling.
“Luis, we might play for same club one day… maybe,” Cristiano said, grinning at Figo before turning to Arjen again. “Right, Arjen?”
Arjen just nodded at that, he felt quite tongue-tied. And to his astonishment, he saw Cristiano sneaking his arm around Figo’s waist. What the hell was going on here? Were they together? He thought Cristiano was with Ruud.
But then Tiago started talking about their upcoming games, and Arjen stopped pondering about Cristiano and Ruud, focusing on the topic instead and trying to get along in the mixed conversation of English and Portuguese.
As the evening progressed, he had been immersed in a couple of interesting talks and had also learned that Tiago couldn’t stomach alcohol as well as his Portuguese friend thought he might. And with his wife gone, Paulo had taken up the task of taking care of him. He didn’t envy Paulo for it, as the defender had also looked quite green after he and Tiago emerged from the bathroom again.
Arjen just shook his head at that, he never understood why some people had the need to drink themselves into oblivion.
With all the people inside the rather small house, it was getting quite stuffy inside and Arjen decided to step out into the backyard to catch some fresh air. Stretching his arms above his head he looked up at the sky watching the stars.
“I brought you something.”
Startled at the sound of a voice behind him, he turned around and to his amazement, saw Cristiano Ronaldo walking up to him.
“Orange juice,” Cristiano said, handing him a glass. Not really sure if he could trust him, Arjen sniffed on it. “No alcohol, I know you do not drink.”
That was and wasn’t a surprise. Maybe Cristiano had overheard him denying a glass of champagne that Figo had offered him or saw his reaction over the drunken Tiago. At any rate, it was no big secret that Arjen firmly believed professionals like them shouldn’t drink alcohol.
Taking a tentative sip from the glass, he noticed that it was indeed plain orange juice.
“So Tiago fucking you?” Cristiano asked, sounding like he was talking about the weather.
Arjen choked on his drink and started to cough. Of all the questions he had expected, that certainly hadn’t been one. He coughed a couple of more times, before he raised his head, eyeing the Portuguese suspiciously. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
“The way he is looking at you and you at him,” Cristiano said, caressing the stem of his champagne glass. “I have been watching you.”
Rather baffled, he stared at Cristiano, his eyes lingering on the up and down motion of the Portuguese’s fingers, his cock giving an interesting twitch to that. And something in the way Cristiano looked at him, told Arjen that the Portuguese knew exactly how much this was turning him on.
“So?” Cristiano asked again, giving him a challenging look.
“So what?” Arjen said, feigning ignorance. He wouldn’t let himself be lured into this sort of conversation with a guy he barely knew.
“Does he or does he not?”
“You don’t really expect an answer to that question, right?” He couldn’t believe the cheek that the other winger possessed. “I mean, I don’t go asking if the rumours are true, and if Ruud is fucking you.”
Again Cristiano just shrugged, his lips curling into a mysterious little smile. “Not anymore.”
Oh, so that was why he had arrived with Figo and not with Ruud.
“Why do you want to know anyway?”
There was that damn smile again as Cristiano put down his glass and took a step closer to him. The Portuguese moved very slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon Arjen all the time. And Arjen was reminded of a predator stalking its prey and waiting for its next move.
“Maybe I want to know if you are free.” Cristiano had come so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating of the other man’s body.
Involuntarily, Arjen pressed himself against the wall. What was up with him? He knew, if he wanted to, he could just push Cristiano away and leave. But something kept him frozen in place. Was it curiosity? He didn’t know and at the moment he didn’t care.
“What do you really want?” Arjen asked, mentally cursing himself as he heard how husky his voice sounded.
Cristiano put his head to the side, studying him, and when Arjen saw him licking his lips, he knew what would happen next. And in a way he anticipated it.
Everything happened like in slow motion; Cristiano bent forward and closed the distance between them. Upon the first touch of Cristiano’s lips on his own, a shiver ran through Arjen’s body and he felt his knees buckle.
It was hesitant in a way, like Cristiano gave him the chance to pull out of this at any time. But Arjen had no intention of doing so.
Slowly he parted his lips and the Portuguese wasted no time in deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined, brushing, sliding and teasing the other one until all the hesitancy was gone and their kiss turned into something feral.
When they finally parted, Arjen felt dizzy, his heart was racing, but no matter how much he wanted for this to continue, he had to make sure of something.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I want you,” Cristiano simply said, leaning in and trying to kiss him again.
“Wait,” Arjen said, stopping the Portuguese with a hand on his chest. He was serious about this, he needed to know.
“You do not want me?” Cristiano asked, looking rather disappointed.
“That’s not it,” Arjen assured him. “But from all the guys here.” He gestured towards the house behind them. “Why me?”
Even though it felt right there was something that bothered him. Cristiano had obviously broken up with Ruud. Or maybe Ruud had, and Cristiano wanted to teach Ruud a lesson by seducing a fellow teammate.
But wait, if Cristiano tried to hit on him what exactly was going on between him and Luis then? And to top it all, he knew that Tiago and Cristiano weren’t all that peachy with each other either.
Arjen’s temples began to throb from all the possible scenarios his mind came up with. But he needed to know the reason why Cristiano was trying to get into his pants.
“I have watched you,” Cristiano said, looking down and toeing the ground rather nervously.
“Yeah, you said you’ve been watching me.” Arjen didn’t understand what this had to do with Cristiano coming on to him.
“No,” Cristiano cut him off and shook his head. “I have been watching you play.”
Still he couldn’t figure out what the Portuguese was getting at.
“Have watched you play because you are great player.” Cristiano smiled at him, his hand touching Arjen’s chest. “You and me very alike.”
Arjen had to bite back a snort, he was nothing like Cristiano. In his opinion, they were completely different and the only thing they had in common was that they were playing the same position.
However, this wasn’t the first time he had heard that. Others had said the same thing and he had never understood how they had come to that conclusion. And now hearing it from Cristiano himself was even more surreal. If he had watched him play, he should know that this wasn’t true. They were nothing alike.
About to open his mouth, telling Cristiano exactly that, he froze when the Portuguese cradled his face with both hands and looked into his eyes.
“I admire you,” Cristiano said, his voice barely audible. And to Arjen’s amazement, he could see a blush spreading on the other wingers face.
“I begged Luis to take me along.” Cristiano said a desperate tone in his voice. “I wanted to meet you.”
Arjen swallowed, that didn’t sound like acting at all, nor did the look in Cristiano’s eyes.
Cristiano must have misread his silence.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Too much alcohol.” Cristiano let go of his face and stepped back. “I will leave you alone.”
The Portuguese gave him an apologetic smile, turned around and made his way to the glass door. It was now or never, and this time Arjen didn’t think about the consequences or what would happen tomorrow. For the first time in years, he just followed his instincts.
Taking two strides, he reached out and grabbed Cristiano by his shoulders, turning him around before crushing their lips together. This time it wasn’t slow and sensual, it was hungry… needy, teeth scraping over lips, tongues battling fiercely and all with one intend… to get more.
Unconsciously Arjen was rubbing his body against Cristiano’s, and the Portuguese’s hands were cupping his buttocks to press them even further together for more friction.
When their lips finally parted, both men were flushed and breathing heavily. They needed to leave, Arjen thought, to move this some place else as he wasn’t willing to stop now.
“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
Cristiano nodded his head and smiled at him. “Luis and I stay at a hotel, not far from here.”
“You do have separate rooms, right?” He was just making sure; after all it had happened once that someone managed to walk in while he was getting fucked by Mateja.
“You do not like people watching?” Cristiano teased and Arjen laughed, shaking his head.
“Yes, separate rooms.” Cristiano nodded, beaming at him.
“Good.” Arjen took Cristiano’s hand and dragged him around the house, to his car.
As they reached his BMW, it suddenly dawned on Arjen that he hadn’t even given Cristiano the chance to say goodbye to the others. He looked back at the house and then at Cristiano. The Portuguese seemed to misunderstand the meaning of his gesture.
“Do you want to go back?”
“What?” Arjen spun around looking at him. “No, I just thought… I didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye to your mates.”
Cristiano shrugged and moved around the car, coming to stand in front of him.
“I do not care, will see them soon.” Cristiano said, looking at the house before turning his attention back to him. “Right now, only want you.”
As to emphasize his words he pushed Arjen back against the car. His lips attacking the Dutchman’s neck with soft little nips and sucks. Arjen groaned; he couldn’t wait till they got to the hotel. He wanted to feel that talented mouth on every part of his body.
He pulled Cristiano close; his fingers gripping the Portuguese’s firm buttocks who bucked his hips into him, letting him feel that he was as turned on as Arjen. And then Cristiano suddenly pulled back, leaving Arjen baffled and more than a bit frustrated.
“Let’s go,” Cristiano said, winking at him and squeezing Arjen’s clothed erection.
Arjen just nodded, unable to find his voice as his mind was filled with vivid images of what might happen soon.
The ride took him much longer than it usually would, as Cristiano kept on teasing him throughout their little journey by letting his fingers massage his thighs or bending over at a red light to run his tongue over his ear.
When they walked through the lounge of the hotel, Arjen kept his head down, afraid that everyone who would look into his eyes, might clearly see what he and Cristiano came here for.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Once inside their hotel suite, Cristiano wasted no time to get Arjen out of his clothes. Arjen found himself being pushed upon the bed with Cristiano above him, attacking his shirt as if it was an enemy that had to be ripped to shreds.
His shirt landed unceremoniously in a corner of the room, along with his socks and shoes. Smiling bemusedly, Arjen watched Cristiano fiddle with his belt buckle trying to get it open. He covered Cristiano’s hands with his own and the Portuguese looked up at him.
“Let me help,” Arjen said, unclasping his belt, but that was all Cristiano allowed him to do. Cris slapped him on his hands, making it clear that he wanted to go on. And Arjen had the distinct feeling of being a present that Cristiano wanted to unwrap himself.
Cristiano tugged at the waistband of his jeans, wanting him to raise his hips to get the offending garment off of him. Arjen complied, still amused at Cristiano’s eagerness to get him out of his clothes.
Left in nothing but his boxer shorts, he laid there, gazing up at the other winger, who let his eyes travel over Arjen’s body. The unreadable expression on Cristiano’s face made Arjen squirm and wonder if Cristiano liked what he saw.
Slowly Cristiano reached out, running his hands over Arjen’s chest, the fingernails grazing Arjen’s nipples and drawing a low moan from him.
“You are beautiful,” Cristiano whispered and smiled as Arjen’s nipples hardened under his touch.
“I am?” Arjen asked and the Portuguese nodded.
He had never been called beautiful before and he guessed Cristiano just used this word because of his limited vocabulary. Usually people made fun about his lack of hair or that he looked ten years older than his real age. Not that he cared, he knew he wasn’t exactly a vision of a man but he knew his body was alright.
No tanned skin or too many muscles, but there was no ounce of fat on him and he was proud of that.
Cristiano continued to play with his nipples and Arjen reached out, pulling the Portuguese on top of him for what was supposed to be a slow and sensual kiss. However, Cristiano seemed to have a different idea.
The Portuguese drew back before their lips could touch and no matter how much Arjen raised himself up Cristiano teased him by denying any contact.
“Tease!” Arjen growled, being rather frustrated than amused by Cristiano’s little play.
Cocking his head to the side as if contemplating Arjen’s words, Cristiano looked down at him, and then grinned, nodding his head.
He brought his arms up, trying to pull Cristiano down, but Cristiano caught his wrists, pinning them beside his head. Struggling, Arjen tried to free himself, but his efforts were futile. The Portuguese was in the advantage by sitting on top of him and effectively using his weight, rendering him defenceless.
“Bad boy!” Cristiano chided him, clucking his tongue.
Before Arjen had a chance to reply, Cristiano bent down, capturing his lips and silencing him. He ran his tongue over Arjen’s bottom lip, making little stabs and flicks, trying to persuade him to open his mouth, which he eventually did as Cristiano’s kisses were just irresistible.
Cristiano broke their kiss, letting his lips brush over Arjen’s jaw and neck, sucking on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark. Arjen threw his head back, moaning loudly and arching his hips up.
He closed his eyes, as Cristiano left a wet trail with his tongue down over his neck and chest till he reached the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched in his throat. Gods, he wasn’t sure how much more he would be able to take of this. Cristiano licked over his stomach, occasionally dipping his tongue into Arjen’s navel, as his hands slowly pulled down the remaining garment.
“Mhmm… big…” Cristiano purred, licking his lips, his eyes lingering on Arjen’s arousal.
Arjen could feel his cheeks burning and he swallowed hard, but was unable to take his eyes off Cristiano or give him a witty reply.
Cristiano curled a hand around his prick, giving it long hard jerk, before he lowered his head and swirled his tongue over the tip, licking away a clear pearl of pre-come.
Arjen’s eyelids fluttered shut as Cristiano closed his lips around his cock, sucking it deep into his mouth.
“Oh god…” Arjen moaned, biting down on the inside of his cheek. He wouldn’t last long; he knew it. This wasn’t the usual sloppy blowjob he had received in the past; the way Cristiano licked and sucked on his hard flesh it was more than obvious, that the Portuguese loved to give head.
He felt him draw back, letting his cock slip from his mouth and Arjen pushed his hips up, seeking the warmth of Cristiano’s mouth again.
“Open your eyes,” Cristiano said, rubbing his thumb over the glistening tip.
Obediently, he did as Cristiano said, who in return gave him a small smile before bending down to lavish the sensitive underside of Arjen‘s cock.
Mesmerized, Arjen watched his prick slide between Cristiano’s full lips and involuntarily, he bucked his hips up to bury himself deeper into the Portuguese’s warm and wet mouth.
One of his hands came up, sliding into Cristiano’s hair, holding him in place, while his other hand gripped the sheets underneath him. Cristiano hummed around his cock and Arjen threw his head back, moaning loudly, gods, it was too much.
In a feeble attempt, that turned out to be nothing more than a guttural groan, he tried to warn Cristiano that he was close. But the Portuguese had no mercy on him as he sucked him in even deeper until Arjen could feel his cock hitting the back of Cristiano’s throat. The feeling triggered his orgasm and he arched his back off the bed, crying out, while spurting his seed deep down Cristiano’s willing throat.
Cristiano kept on sucking and milking him, till the last drop, before withdrawing and giving Arjen’s softening flesh one last lick from the base to the tip.
“Mhmmm,” Cristiano purred, licking over his glistening lips with a satisfied smile.
Arjen was still panting and he couldn’t believe that for the first time he wanted to actually kiss a man that had just sucked him off, wanted to taste himself on the other man’s lips.
“Cris…” Arjen whispered, reaching out for him. Cristiano bent down, allowing Arjen to pull him on top for a long slow and deep kiss. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant, Arjen thought, as he tasted his own salty and bitter come on Cristiano’s lips. Somehow he had a worse memory of what he tasted like.
As they parted, he ran his thumb over Cristiano’s swollen bottom lip. “You’re amazing.”
The Portuguese gave him a cheeky grin. “Everyone says that after I suck them.”
And Arjen felt stupid for saying anything at all. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Cristiano that it wasn’t just because of that, but Cristiano placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
“Shh,” Cristiano said, shaking his head. “It does not matter.”
Slowly drawing back, Cristiano got up from the bed and started to shed his clothes. Arjen sat up, watching him. He was amazed at how gracefully the act of undressing could be done. The way Cristiano slowly peeled off his garments made him hold his breath like he had done as a kid when he unwrapped a present, but this time his present unfolded himself.
When Cristiano finally stood naked in front of the bed, looking down at him, Arjen gasped audibly. This was a sight to behold. Smooth and tanned skin, over well defined muscles, dark nipples which begged to be kissed and sucked and as he let his eyes travel downwards, he wasn’t surprised that Cristiano didn’t lack size either.
He marvelled at Cristiano’s composure. There was not even the slightest indication that he felt uncomfortable in his nakedness. Arjen looked up and saw Cristiano’s lips curl into a devilish smile somehow and he had the feeling that he wasn’t the first one who reacted like this.
Cristiano knew he looked good, no more than good… magnificent to be exact. And the Portuguese took Arjen’s breath away by doing nothing, but standing naked at the foot of the bed.
Hadn’t it been for Cristiano’s hard cock pointing straight at him, he wouldn’t even have guessed that he was aroused. The calm look on Cristiano’s face hid effectively what was going on inside of him.
Arjen sat up, wanting to touch Cristiano, his fingers itching to run his hands over that perfect body, but Cristiano took a step back and shook his head.
“No,” Cristiano’s whispered, his voice husky with need. “You touching me will be too much.”
So beneath that calm exterior, Cristiano wasn’t so cool at all. Arjen felt a weight lifted off him, because he had started to worry that the Portuguese wasn’t affected by him after all.
He smiled and nodded, letting Cristiano know he understood perfectly well. “Later, maybe?”
“Maybe…” Cristiano said and winked.
Reaching for a small bag, Cristiano rummaged through it before pulling out a very familiar tube. And Arjen wondered if it was just a coincidence that Cristiano used the same lubricant as Tiago did or if all Portuguese players had a preference for that exact brand.
He noticed Cristiano looking at him and then at the bag. What now? About to ask if something was wrong, he saw what the Portuguese had contemplated, as Cristiano took out a couple of tiny foiled bags. Condoms, shit, he had forgotten about that.
Sighing a breath of relief, he heard Cristiano chuckle. “So you do not mind?”
“Of course not,” Arjen shook his head. “I just forgot.”
Cristiano gave him a sheepish grin. “I hope we won’t run out of them.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to that as he had planned on leaving right after Cristiano fell asleep, like he always did with Tiago and as he had done with Mateja. But he didn’t want to think about that, not with Cristiano so close to him and with his mind on anything but leaving.
Biting his lip, he watched Cristiano uncap the tube and squeeze a small amount of lubricant onto his fingers. He spread his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing himself to the Portuguese. There was the familiar tingle of anticipation spreading out in him, but there was also something else, something he hadn’t felt in ages and with a slight shock he realized that he was nervous.
Cristiano ran his left hand over Arjen’s thigh, as if to soothe him. Goosebumps rose on his skin, as he felt Cristiano’s slick fingers brush against his opening and he tensed up. What the fuck was wrong with him? This wasn’t his first time, more like his hundredth and he knew he should relax, but yet he couldn’t.
He saw Cristiano frown at him before bending down to softly brush his lips over his. There was no hint of urgency in the Portuguese’s movement. And that was a surprise. He had expected the usual ‘I’m about to fuck you stop being such a wuss now.’-kiss. But it was different, so very different. Innocent like the first few kisses he had received as a young boy.
When Arjen opened his eyes, Cristiano looked deeply into his as if to question him.
“Kiss me again, like you just did.” Arjen whispered his voice husky, almost pleading.
And once more, Cristiano let his lips ghost over his mouth and then over his cheeks and eyes. Arjen couldn’t help but moan, the kiss might be innocent, but those fingers, which now rubbed teasingly over his balls, certainly weren’t.
Cristiano whispered something in Portuguese into his ear and while he didn’t understand the meaning of it, the low soothing tone combined with those wicked fingers, coaxed him into relaxing his muscles far enough for Cristiano to slide a finger into him.
His nervousness faded into pleasure as Cristiano grazed over that spot deep inside of him which made him shudder. The tone of Cristiano’s voice changed, still Arjen didn’t understand what he was telling him, but it was sounded more like encouragement than soothing.
Taking his time, Cristiano continued to stretch him until he could easily slide three fingers inside of him, before he slowly withdrew them, causing a disapproving mewl from Arjen.
“Do you not want to feel me?” Cristiano asked, looking down at him in question and Arjen nodded. Oh yes, of course he wanted to.
Cristiano reached for the small bags and opened the foil with his teeth. Taking out the condom he suddenly stopped and looked at Arjen.
“Do you want to…”
Arjen didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence; he had already sat up and taken the condom out of Cristiano’s hands.
With trembling fingers he slid the protection over Cristiano’s cock and unable to resist the temptation he squeezed the hard flesh of the Portuguese.
“Bad boy!” Cristiano growled, pushing him flat on his back and moving between his thighs.
Arjen grinned at him, hooking his legs around Cristiano’s waist pulling him down on top of him. “Yes, I’m such a bad boy.”
“Should teach you lesson,” Cristiano said and grinded down into his hips, drawing a moan from him. “But not now…”
The Portuguese shifted and the next thing Arjen felt was the blunt tip of Cristiano’s cock pressing against his opening. Slowly very slowly, Cristiano entered him and Arjen groaned out, the feeling of Cristiano’s cock stretching him, filling him, so intense that he had to close his eyes.
“Hurts?” Cristiano asked, drawing back slightly.
“No… gods… Cris…” Arjen’s hands came up to grasp Cristiano’s shoulders. “More.”
Another slow thrust and Cristiano was seated balls deep inside of him.
“Open your eyes,” Cristiano said, his voice hoarse with need. “Look at me.”
Their gazes locked and Cristiano bent down, kissing him with the same gentleness he kept on thrusting into him. Arjen moaned into their kiss, gods, Cristiano was killing him with this slow rhythm. He needed more, was getting desperate, wanted Cristiano to move faster and thrust harder into him.
In an attempt to spur Cristiano on, he bucked his hips up and dug his heels into Cristiano’s buttocks.
“Harder… please…”
Cristiano let out a throaty chuckle, shifted slightly, pulling nearly all the way out, only to slam back into him so hard that Arjen felt like his breath was being pushed out of him.
“Oh god…” he threw his head back and arched off the bed, as Cristiano grazed over that spot deep inside of him that made his insides feel like liquid heat. His fingernails dug into Cristiano’s shoulders and back so hard, he was sure that there would be angry red marks in the morning.
Gasping for breath, his legs locked even tighter around Cristiano’s waist as the Portuguese curled his fingers around his cock, stroking him hard and fast. Arjen couldn’t take it anymore and with a cry, he spilled his white hot release all over Cristiano’s hand.
Again Cristiano shifted, pressing his forehead against Arjen’s sweaty shoulder and with a few more erratic thrusts and a grunt that sounded like Arjen’s name, he followed him into oblivion.
He didn’t know for how long they stayed like that, wrapped up in one another’s arms. Both trying to regain their breathing. And then Cristiano pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at him.
The way Cristiano looked at him, made Arjen shiver. He couldn’t read the expression on the Portuguese’s face, nor did he know what to do, so he just returned his gaze and said nothing.
Cristiano whispered something in Portuguese, something that Arjen didn’t quite catch. Then he kissed Arjen deeply one last time, before he slowly and very carefully slipped from him and rolled onto his side.
Arjen turned and Cristiano spooned up behind him. Cristiano’s arm came to rest on Arjen’s waist, his finger’s drawing circles over Arjen’s belly.
Somehow Arjen’s heart grow heavy as he felt the movement of the Portuguese’s fingers become slower and slower till they finally laid still against his skin. The even breath tickling the nape of his neck, told him that Cristiano had fallen asleep.
He knew that now the moment had come for him to get up, dress and leave. He shouldn’t stay, he never did and he would leave, yes he would, but just a few more minutes to be sure Cristiano was fast asleep.
The minutes ticked by and he lay there, not moving a limb. Again he reminded himself, that he had get up and get a move on. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to leave this time.
True, the sex had been fabulous and he couldn’t remember another time when he had come this hard, but there was something else that kept him here. A feeling he couldn’t quite fathom.
But that something, that strange feeling made him turn around and nuzzle his face into Cristiano’s neck and press himself closer to the warm body of the Portuguese. And slowly he realized that this was what he had craved for so long.
It hadn’t been his rule to leave right after the sex; it had been what his partners wanted. None of them had been of the cuddly kind afterwards. Mateja had showered and the rest had usually turned on the TV or ignored him, in an ‘I’m-done-with-you-leave-now-way’. And as he hadn’t known any better, he had adopted that habit.
But now as he laid here, enveloped in Cristiano’s arms, breathing in his scent and feeling the rhythm of the other winger’s heart against his chest, he felt happy and content, a feeling he usually only got in the embrace of his girlfriend.
He needed to think about this some more, but not now, right now he was too tired to think. All that he wanted at the moment was to experience this comfort and warmth for as long as he could.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Arjen sighed; that was definitely the most pleasant way to wake up in the morning.
Warm fingers were gliding over his chest to pinch his nipples before moving lower to wrap around his hardening cock and stroke him slowly. A wet tongue joined those talented fingers licking his shaft from base to tip and he gasped. Gods, yes Bernadien was an angel and he reached out to tangle his fingers into her hair but instead of long soft strands he encountered short curly hair and with a jolt he sat up.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Cristiano grinned at him, rubbing Arjen’s cock against his cheek.
Shit, right, Cristiano, not Bernadien. His heart was racing and he felt his cheeks redden from embarrassment. Gods, how could he have forgotten about spending the night with Cristiano? Especially as his body was aching from all the times Cristiano had taken him the night before.
Arjen let himself fall back against the pillows. “Cris, I doubt I can take another round.”
He felt Cristiano letting go of his cock and crawl up to him. “Aww, why?”
“You have worn me out. I feel so sore like I haven’t since my first time.”
“But you supposed to take me.” Cristiano giggled and kissed him on the nose.
Arjen froze, the blush on his cheeks getting even redder. How was he supposed to tell Cristiano that he never topped guys?
“I-I-I…” Great now he even stuttered, embarrassed he turned to his head to the side, not being able to look at Cristiano.
“What’s wrong?” Cristiano asked, touching his face and forcing him with soft pressure to look into his eyes.
He couldn’t tell him, he didn’t even know how to start. Why didn’t the earth just open up and swallow him whole?
“I… haven’t…”
“Oh.” Cristiano nodded his head, giving him a small smile and brushing his fingers over his lips. “But would you not like to try?”
Arjen was about to open his mouth and say no, but then he thought about it. Right, he usually never topped guys, but he also never stayed overnight. And Cristiano had given him so much pleasure, showed him so many things he never thought to be possible. How could he refuse him this now, without looking like a complete ass?
“I don’t know,” Arjen said and he saw Cristiano’s face fall. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hm…” Cristiano tapped his forefinger against his chin and then smiled. “I have idea.”
Frowning, Arjen watched as Cristiano sat up, reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the last foiled condom and unwrapping it.
“Do you trust me?” the Portuguese asked and Arjen just nodded. He was surprised at his own reaction, but somehow he knew he could trust Cristiano.
Satisfied with his answer, Cristiano placed the condom against the tip rolled it over his cock, causing Arjen to involuntarily buck his hips up. Cristiano grinned at him and rubbed his hand over his thigh.
Still curious about what the other winger had in mind, Arjen pushed himself up on his elbows and watched Cristiano over the length of his body. The Portuguese was busy uncapping the small tube of lubricant and spreading a large amount of the colourless gooey substance onto his fingers.
Arjen hissed, even through the protection the lube felt cold against his flesh and he shivered slightly. Cristiano offered him an apologetic smile, before he coated his fingers with more lubricant and slid his hand between his own legs.
Cristiano prepared himself with an ease that must have come from innumerable encounters. And with a pang Arjen realized that the thought of Cristiano having done this in front of others, wasn’t something he liked at all. His own reaction baffled him, what the hell did he care if Cristiano had put on this show for half the male population living on this planet? After this night, they would never see each other again, well they would, but it wasn’t likely that they would ever shag the wits out of one another again.
His thoughts were interrupted by a low moan of the Portuguese, who was sliding two fingers in and out of himself. It looked like Cristiano had forgotten his surroundings completely. His eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure with his lips slightly open. It was a mesmerizing sight, and Arjen would have been happy enough to just wank off, seeing Cristiano touching himself like this, if he didn’t have a fucking condom covered in lube over his cock.
So he did the only thing he could think of, he growled and immediately Cristiano opened his eyes, giving him a mischievous smile.
“Want me?”
Oh yes, he wanted him, but Arjen was still too insecure to admit it. Somehow Cristiano must have guessed what was going on inside of him and decided it was time to take the matter into his own hands.
Without much ado, he straddled Arjen’s hips and sank down on his cock in one swift movement that had Arjen groan out at the incredible sensation of being engulfed in Cristiano’s tight and slick heat.
Arjen brought his hands up to grip Cristiano’s hips firmly, as the Portuguese started to ride him in a slow but steady pace, all the while looking deeply into Arjen’s eyes, who pushed his hips up, matching Cristiano stroke for stroke.
It was incredible, never before had he experienced something like this. Well, yes he had, but then he hadn’t been able to let go, always worrying if Bernadien would get pleasure from what he did.
And now, just the stream of incoherent words coming from Cristiano’s lips, told him the Portuguese loved it just as much as he did.
Amazed, Arjen watched Cristiano reach down to curl his fingers around his hard prick, stroking himself. The view alone was enough to drive Arjen mad. He bucked his hips up even harder and faster, till Cristiano threw back his head and cried out Arjen’s name, spurting his white hot release onto Arjen’s belly.
Seeing Cristiano’s face contort in pleasure and feeling him clench around his cock, was more than enough to send Arjen over the edge as well. The movement of his hips became erratic and with a final trust he spilled his seed deep inside Cristiano’s body.
Unable to keep himself up any longer, Cristiano slumped down onto his chest and embraced him tightly. Cristiano’s breathing was just as harsh and fast as his own and he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the Portuguese’s forehead.
As they laid there in silence, Arjen felt the strange mixture of happiness and anxiety wash over him once more and he tightened his arms possessively around Cristiano. Not yet, it wasn’t time.
Neither of them moved or said a word. Arjen tried to memorize every minute, every detail of the time they had spent together. Very soon this would be over and both would return to their daily lives, which were so very alike and yet not.
“Arjen?” Cristiano’s voice was soft, almost childlike and it caught Arjen completely off-guard.
“Yes?”
Cristiano drew back and looked at him, chewing on his bottom lip almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should continue. Arjen frowned and wondered what could intimidate Cristiano so much, that he had lost the confidence he had shown throughout the whole night.
“Will you… do you want to…” Cristiano looked away and started to fiddle with the blanket. Arjen covered his hands and offered him a small smile in the hope to encourage him.
“Can we meet again?”
Arjen’s smile widened. And for the first time he was sure that the answer he was going to give, would be the right one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
END
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: (Tiago Mendes/Arjen Robben) - Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: An encounter with Cristiano shows Arjen something he had never thought to be possible.
Author's Note:
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
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“God… fuck,” Arjen groaned, his voice muffled by a pillow, into which his face was pressed.
“Name is Tiago,” The Portuguese moaned into his ear. “And I think I’m doing just that.” He punctuated his words by another hard thrust of his hips.
Under different circumstances, Arjen might have laughed, however he was too far gone to even realize what Tiago just had said. All that he wanted at the moment was for Tiago to keep pounding into him.
He was so close already, his fingers clawing at the bed sheets as he pushed his hips back, trying to impale himself even further on Tiago’s cock.
“Fuck... so close…”
Tiago’s thrusts got harder and faster, hitting Arjen’s prostate with every move and it became too much. His balls tightened and with a groan he came, spilling his seed into the mattress beneath him.
Breathing heavily, he kept on rocking back as Tiago grabbed his hips hard, pushed into him once… twice and then Arjen felt the Portuguese shudder, reaching his own orgasm.
Tiago placed an open-mouthed kiss on his bare shoulder before he slowly slipped from him. Arjen rolled over onto his back and watched him pulling off the condom and throwing it into the trash bin.
“I give a party next Wednesday,” Tiago said, flopping down onto the bed next to him. “Want to come?”
“Sure, why not,” Arjen said, sitting up and reaching for his shirt.
It was always like this, they met, they fucked and then one of them left straight afterwards. No words of love, no commitment, just getting rid of the tension and they both liked it that way.
At first Arjen had been reluctant, but it hadn’t taken much convincing from Tiago to lure him into his bed. With Mateja gone, he had missed the casual sex he used to have. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get laid, no, he had a long-term girlfriend after all.
The problem was; as much as he enjoyed sleeping with her, he also craved sex with guys, always had. It was just different to be on the receiving end. He loved to giving up control and submit. And the sex was less complicated, more straight forward, no beating around the bush. All in all, for him it was just fucking brilliant.
Tiago threw a pillow at him and grinned. “I’m sure you will have fun.”
“What makes you so sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the cryptic remark.
“Lots of Portuguese friends coming,” Tiago said, and winked at him.
Arjen snorted, he shouldn’t have told his teammate that he had a weakness for Portuguese guys.
“Well, it’s not going to be an orgy, right?” Arjen asked, not really expecting ‘yes’ for an answer. As outgoing as Tiago gave himself, he wasn’t one for the kinky stuff.
“No,” Tiago started to laugh. “But still, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Whatever.” Arjen bent down and gave him a sloppy kiss. “See you on Wednesday then.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Upon arriving, he saw that Tiago had definitely not exaggerated; most people he spotted at the party were Portuguese, either friends or fellow players.
“Arjen!” He looked around and saw Tiago waving at him. His teammate was standing by the kitchen door, one arm around Paulo Ferreira’s hip and to Arjen’s astonishment, Tiago already looked quite drunk.
“Let me introduce you to Cristiano and Luis,” Tiago said, swaggering as he pointed to the United and Liverpool winger. Arjen inclined his head in silent greeting and extended his hand.
“The famous Arjen Robben,” Figo said, shaking his hand. “You never cease to amaze me with your play, kiddo.”
“Thank you.”Arjen smiled at the Portuguese captain.
“It’s too bad that you and Cristiano aren’t playing for the same club. I bet you would make a perfect match. The two best wingers of their age.” Figo went on and Arjen could feel his cheeks start to burn.
While he was used to getting praise from the press, this was definitely something different. It didn’t happen every day that he got such a compliment from a player, who had once been voted the best of the world.
But it wasn’t just the praise that made him blush. At the words ‘perfect match’, Cristiano had taken his hand, and for a second he had felt his skin tingle. Their gazes locked and judging by the expression on Cristiano’s face, he guessed the other winger had experienced a similar feeling.
“Luis, we might play for same club one day… maybe,” Cristiano said, grinning at Figo before turning to Arjen again. “Right, Arjen?”
Arjen just nodded at that, he felt quite tongue-tied. And to his astonishment, he saw Cristiano sneaking his arm around Figo’s waist. What the hell was going on here? Were they together? He thought Cristiano was with Ruud.
But then Tiago started talking about their upcoming games, and Arjen stopped pondering about Cristiano and Ruud, focusing on the topic instead and trying to get along in the mixed conversation of English and Portuguese.
As the evening progressed, he had been immersed in a couple of interesting talks and had also learned that Tiago couldn’t stomach alcohol as well as his Portuguese friend thought he might. And with his wife gone, Paulo had taken up the task of taking care of him. He didn’t envy Paulo for it, as the defender had also looked quite green after he and Tiago emerged from the bathroom again.
Arjen just shook his head at that, he never understood why some people had the need to drink themselves into oblivion.
With all the people inside the rather small house, it was getting quite stuffy inside and Arjen decided to step out into the backyard to catch some fresh air. Stretching his arms above his head he looked up at the sky watching the stars.
“I brought you something.”
Startled at the sound of a voice behind him, he turned around and to his amazement, saw Cristiano Ronaldo walking up to him.
“Orange juice,” Cristiano said, handing him a glass. Not really sure if he could trust him, Arjen sniffed on it. “No alcohol, I know you do not drink.”
That was and wasn’t a surprise. Maybe Cristiano had overheard him denying a glass of champagne that Figo had offered him or saw his reaction over the drunken Tiago. At any rate, it was no big secret that Arjen firmly believed professionals like them shouldn’t drink alcohol.
Taking a tentative sip from the glass, he noticed that it was indeed plain orange juice.
“So Tiago fucking you?” Cristiano asked, sounding like he was talking about the weather.
Arjen choked on his drink and started to cough. Of all the questions he had expected, that certainly hadn’t been one. He coughed a couple of more times, before he raised his head, eyeing the Portuguese suspiciously. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
“The way he is looking at you and you at him,” Cristiano said, caressing the stem of his champagne glass. “I have been watching you.”
Rather baffled, he stared at Cristiano, his eyes lingering on the up and down motion of the Portuguese’s fingers, his cock giving an interesting twitch to that. And something in the way Cristiano looked at him, told Arjen that the Portuguese knew exactly how much this was turning him on.
“So?” Cristiano asked again, giving him a challenging look.
“So what?” Arjen said, feigning ignorance. He wouldn’t let himself be lured into this sort of conversation with a guy he barely knew.
“Does he or does he not?”
“You don’t really expect an answer to that question, right?” He couldn’t believe the cheek that the other winger possessed. “I mean, I don’t go asking if the rumours are true, and if Ruud is fucking you.”
Again Cristiano just shrugged, his lips curling into a mysterious little smile. “Not anymore.”
Oh, so that was why he had arrived with Figo and not with Ruud.
“Why do you want to know anyway?”
There was that damn smile again as Cristiano put down his glass and took a step closer to him. The Portuguese moved very slowly, keeping his eyes fixed upon Arjen all the time. And Arjen was reminded of a predator stalking its prey and waiting for its next move.
“Maybe I want to know if you are free.” Cristiano had come so close to him that he could feel the heat radiating of the other man’s body.
Involuntarily, Arjen pressed himself against the wall. What was up with him? He knew, if he wanted to, he could just push Cristiano away and leave. But something kept him frozen in place. Was it curiosity? He didn’t know and at the moment he didn’t care.
“What do you really want?” Arjen asked, mentally cursing himself as he heard how husky his voice sounded.
Cristiano put his head to the side, studying him, and when Arjen saw him licking his lips, he knew what would happen next. And in a way he anticipated it.
Everything happened like in slow motion; Cristiano bent forward and closed the distance between them. Upon the first touch of Cristiano’s lips on his own, a shiver ran through Arjen’s body and he felt his knees buckle.
It was hesitant in a way, like Cristiano gave him the chance to pull out of this at any time. But Arjen had no intention of doing so.
Slowly he parted his lips and the Portuguese wasted no time in deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined, brushing, sliding and teasing the other one until all the hesitancy was gone and their kiss turned into something feral.
When they finally parted, Arjen felt dizzy, his heart was racing, but no matter how much he wanted for this to continue, he had to make sure of something.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I want you,” Cristiano simply said, leaning in and trying to kiss him again.
“Wait,” Arjen said, stopping the Portuguese with a hand on his chest. He was serious about this, he needed to know.
“You do not want me?” Cristiano asked, looking rather disappointed.
“That’s not it,” Arjen assured him. “But from all the guys here.” He gestured towards the house behind them. “Why me?”
Even though it felt right there was something that bothered him. Cristiano had obviously broken up with Ruud. Or maybe Ruud had, and Cristiano wanted to teach Ruud a lesson by seducing a fellow teammate.
But wait, if Cristiano tried to hit on him what exactly was going on between him and Luis then? And to top it all, he knew that Tiago and Cristiano weren’t all that peachy with each other either.
Arjen’s temples began to throb from all the possible scenarios his mind came up with. But he needed to know the reason why Cristiano was trying to get into his pants.
“I have watched you,” Cristiano said, looking down and toeing the ground rather nervously.
“Yeah, you said you’ve been watching me.” Arjen didn’t understand what this had to do with Cristiano coming on to him.
“No,” Cristiano cut him off and shook his head. “I have been watching you play.”
Still he couldn’t figure out what the Portuguese was getting at.
“Have watched you play because you are great player.” Cristiano smiled at him, his hand touching Arjen’s chest. “You and me very alike.”
Arjen had to bite back a snort, he was nothing like Cristiano. In his opinion, they were completely different and the only thing they had in common was that they were playing the same position.
However, this wasn’t the first time he had heard that. Others had said the same thing and he had never understood how they had come to that conclusion. And now hearing it from Cristiano himself was even more surreal. If he had watched him play, he should know that this wasn’t true. They were nothing alike.
About to open his mouth, telling Cristiano exactly that, he froze when the Portuguese cradled his face with both hands and looked into his eyes.
“I admire you,” Cristiano said, his voice barely audible. And to Arjen’s amazement, he could see a blush spreading on the other wingers face.
“I begged Luis to take me along.” Cristiano said a desperate tone in his voice. “I wanted to meet you.”
Arjen swallowed, that didn’t sound like acting at all, nor did the look in Cristiano’s eyes.
Cristiano must have misread his silence.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Too much alcohol.” Cristiano let go of his face and stepped back. “I will leave you alone.”
The Portuguese gave him an apologetic smile, turned around and made his way to the glass door. It was now or never, and this time Arjen didn’t think about the consequences or what would happen tomorrow. For the first time in years, he just followed his instincts.
Taking two strides, he reached out and grabbed Cristiano by his shoulders, turning him around before crushing their lips together. This time it wasn’t slow and sensual, it was hungry… needy, teeth scraping over lips, tongues battling fiercely and all with one intend… to get more.
Unconsciously Arjen was rubbing his body against Cristiano’s, and the Portuguese’s hands were cupping his buttocks to press them even further together for more friction.
When their lips finally parted, both men were flushed and breathing heavily. They needed to leave, Arjen thought, to move this some place else as he wasn’t willing to stop now.
“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
Cristiano nodded his head and smiled at him. “Luis and I stay at a hotel, not far from here.”
“You do have separate rooms, right?” He was just making sure; after all it had happened once that someone managed to walk in while he was getting fucked by Mateja.
“You do not like people watching?” Cristiano teased and Arjen laughed, shaking his head.
“Yes, separate rooms.” Cristiano nodded, beaming at him.
“Good.” Arjen took Cristiano’s hand and dragged him around the house, to his car.
As they reached his BMW, it suddenly dawned on Arjen that he hadn’t even given Cristiano the chance to say goodbye to the others. He looked back at the house and then at Cristiano. The Portuguese seemed to misunderstand the meaning of his gesture.
“Do you want to go back?”
“What?” Arjen spun around looking at him. “No, I just thought… I didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye to your mates.”
Cristiano shrugged and moved around the car, coming to stand in front of him.
“I do not care, will see them soon.” Cristiano said, looking at the house before turning his attention back to him. “Right now, only want you.”
As to emphasize his words he pushed Arjen back against the car. His lips attacking the Dutchman’s neck with soft little nips and sucks. Arjen groaned; he couldn’t wait till they got to the hotel. He wanted to feel that talented mouth on every part of his body.
He pulled Cristiano close; his fingers gripping the Portuguese’s firm buttocks who bucked his hips into him, letting him feel that he was as turned on as Arjen. And then Cristiano suddenly pulled back, leaving Arjen baffled and more than a bit frustrated.
“Let’s go,” Cristiano said, winking at him and squeezing Arjen’s clothed erection.
Arjen just nodded, unable to find his voice as his mind was filled with vivid images of what might happen soon.
The ride took him much longer than it usually would, as Cristiano kept on teasing him throughout their little journey by letting his fingers massage his thighs or bending over at a red light to run his tongue over his ear.
When they walked through the lounge of the hotel, Arjen kept his head down, afraid that everyone who would look into his eyes, might clearly see what he and Cristiano came here for.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Once inside their hotel suite, Cristiano wasted no time to get Arjen out of his clothes. Arjen found himself being pushed upon the bed with Cristiano above him, attacking his shirt as if it was an enemy that had to be ripped to shreds.
His shirt landed unceremoniously in a corner of the room, along with his socks and shoes. Smiling bemusedly, Arjen watched Cristiano fiddle with his belt buckle trying to get it open. He covered Cristiano’s hands with his own and the Portuguese looked up at him.
“Let me help,” Arjen said, unclasping his belt, but that was all Cristiano allowed him to do. Cris slapped him on his hands, making it clear that he wanted to go on. And Arjen had the distinct feeling of being a present that Cristiano wanted to unwrap himself.
Cristiano tugged at the waistband of his jeans, wanting him to raise his hips to get the offending garment off of him. Arjen complied, still amused at Cristiano’s eagerness to get him out of his clothes.
Left in nothing but his boxer shorts, he laid there, gazing up at the other winger, who let his eyes travel over Arjen’s body. The unreadable expression on Cristiano’s face made Arjen squirm and wonder if Cristiano liked what he saw.
Slowly Cristiano reached out, running his hands over Arjen’s chest, the fingernails grazing Arjen’s nipples and drawing a low moan from him.
“You are beautiful,” Cristiano whispered and smiled as Arjen’s nipples hardened under his touch.
“I am?” Arjen asked and the Portuguese nodded.
He had never been called beautiful before and he guessed Cristiano just used this word because of his limited vocabulary. Usually people made fun about his lack of hair or that he looked ten years older than his real age. Not that he cared, he knew he wasn’t exactly a vision of a man but he knew his body was alright.
No tanned skin or too many muscles, but there was no ounce of fat on him and he was proud of that.
Cristiano continued to play with his nipples and Arjen reached out, pulling the Portuguese on top of him for what was supposed to be a slow and sensual kiss. However, Cristiano seemed to have a different idea.
The Portuguese drew back before their lips could touch and no matter how much Arjen raised himself up Cristiano teased him by denying any contact.
“Tease!” Arjen growled, being rather frustrated than amused by Cristiano’s little play.
Cocking his head to the side as if contemplating Arjen’s words, Cristiano looked down at him, and then grinned, nodding his head.
He brought his arms up, trying to pull Cristiano down, but Cristiano caught his wrists, pinning them beside his head. Struggling, Arjen tried to free himself, but his efforts were futile. The Portuguese was in the advantage by sitting on top of him and effectively using his weight, rendering him defenceless.
“Bad boy!” Cristiano chided him, clucking his tongue.
Before Arjen had a chance to reply, Cristiano bent down, capturing his lips and silencing him. He ran his tongue over Arjen’s bottom lip, making little stabs and flicks, trying to persuade him to open his mouth, which he eventually did as Cristiano’s kisses were just irresistible.
Cristiano broke their kiss, letting his lips brush over Arjen’s jaw and neck, sucking on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark. Arjen threw his head back, moaning loudly and arching his hips up.
He closed his eyes, as Cristiano left a wet trail with his tongue down over his neck and chest till he reached the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched in his throat. Gods, he wasn’t sure how much more he would be able to take of this. Cristiano licked over his stomach, occasionally dipping his tongue into Arjen’s navel, as his hands slowly pulled down the remaining garment.
“Mhmm… big…” Cristiano purred, licking his lips, his eyes lingering on Arjen’s arousal.
Arjen could feel his cheeks burning and he swallowed hard, but was unable to take his eyes off Cristiano or give him a witty reply.
Cristiano curled a hand around his prick, giving it long hard jerk, before he lowered his head and swirled his tongue over the tip, licking away a clear pearl of pre-come.
Arjen’s eyelids fluttered shut as Cristiano closed his lips around his cock, sucking it deep into his mouth.
“Oh god…” Arjen moaned, biting down on the inside of his cheek. He wouldn’t last long; he knew it. This wasn’t the usual sloppy blowjob he had received in the past; the way Cristiano licked and sucked on his hard flesh it was more than obvious, that the Portuguese loved to give head.
He felt him draw back, letting his cock slip from his mouth and Arjen pushed his hips up, seeking the warmth of Cristiano’s mouth again.
“Open your eyes,” Cristiano said, rubbing his thumb over the glistening tip.
Obediently, he did as Cristiano said, who in return gave him a small smile before bending down to lavish the sensitive underside of Arjen‘s cock.
Mesmerized, Arjen watched his prick slide between Cristiano’s full lips and involuntarily, he bucked his hips up to bury himself deeper into the Portuguese’s warm and wet mouth.
One of his hands came up, sliding into Cristiano’s hair, holding him in place, while his other hand gripped the sheets underneath him. Cristiano hummed around his cock and Arjen threw his head back, moaning loudly, gods, it was too much.
In a feeble attempt, that turned out to be nothing more than a guttural groan, he tried to warn Cristiano that he was close. But the Portuguese had no mercy on him as he sucked him in even deeper until Arjen could feel his cock hitting the back of Cristiano’s throat. The feeling triggered his orgasm and he arched his back off the bed, crying out, while spurting his seed deep down Cristiano’s willing throat.
Cristiano kept on sucking and milking him, till the last drop, before withdrawing and giving Arjen’s softening flesh one last lick from the base to the tip.
“Mhmmm,” Cristiano purred, licking over his glistening lips with a satisfied smile.
Arjen was still panting and he couldn’t believe that for the first time he wanted to actually kiss a man that had just sucked him off, wanted to taste himself on the other man’s lips.
“Cris…” Arjen whispered, reaching out for him. Cristiano bent down, allowing Arjen to pull him on top for a long slow and deep kiss. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant, Arjen thought, as he tasted his own salty and bitter come on Cristiano’s lips. Somehow he had a worse memory of what he tasted like.
As they parted, he ran his thumb over Cristiano’s swollen bottom lip. “You’re amazing.”
The Portuguese gave him a cheeky grin. “Everyone says that after I suck them.”
And Arjen felt stupid for saying anything at all. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Cristiano that it wasn’t just because of that, but Cristiano placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
“Shh,” Cristiano said, shaking his head. “It does not matter.”
Slowly drawing back, Cristiano got up from the bed and started to shed his clothes. Arjen sat up, watching him. He was amazed at how gracefully the act of undressing could be done. The way Cristiano slowly peeled off his garments made him hold his breath like he had done as a kid when he unwrapped a present, but this time his present unfolded himself.
When Cristiano finally stood naked in front of the bed, looking down at him, Arjen gasped audibly. This was a sight to behold. Smooth and tanned skin, over well defined muscles, dark nipples which begged to be kissed and sucked and as he let his eyes travel downwards, he wasn’t surprised that Cristiano didn’t lack size either.
He marvelled at Cristiano’s composure. There was not even the slightest indication that he felt uncomfortable in his nakedness. Arjen looked up and saw Cristiano’s lips curl into a devilish smile somehow and he had the feeling that he wasn’t the first one who reacted like this.
Cristiano knew he looked good, no more than good… magnificent to be exact. And the Portuguese took Arjen’s breath away by doing nothing, but standing naked at the foot of the bed.
Hadn’t it been for Cristiano’s hard cock pointing straight at him, he wouldn’t even have guessed that he was aroused. The calm look on Cristiano’s face hid effectively what was going on inside of him.
Arjen sat up, wanting to touch Cristiano, his fingers itching to run his hands over that perfect body, but Cristiano took a step back and shook his head.
“No,” Cristiano’s whispered, his voice husky with need. “You touching me will be too much.”
So beneath that calm exterior, Cristiano wasn’t so cool at all. Arjen felt a weight lifted off him, because he had started to worry that the Portuguese wasn’t affected by him after all.
He smiled and nodded, letting Cristiano know he understood perfectly well. “Later, maybe?”
“Maybe…” Cristiano said and winked.
Reaching for a small bag, Cristiano rummaged through it before pulling out a very familiar tube. And Arjen wondered if it was just a coincidence that Cristiano used the same lubricant as Tiago did or if all Portuguese players had a preference for that exact brand.
He noticed Cristiano looking at him and then at the bag. What now? About to ask if something was wrong, he saw what the Portuguese had contemplated, as Cristiano took out a couple of tiny foiled bags. Condoms, shit, he had forgotten about that.
Sighing a breath of relief, he heard Cristiano chuckle. “So you do not mind?”
“Of course not,” Arjen shook his head. “I just forgot.”
Cristiano gave him a sheepish grin. “I hope we won’t run out of them.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to that as he had planned on leaving right after Cristiano fell asleep, like he always did with Tiago and as he had done with Mateja. But he didn’t want to think about that, not with Cristiano so close to him and with his mind on anything but leaving.
Biting his lip, he watched Cristiano uncap the tube and squeeze a small amount of lubricant onto his fingers. He spread his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing himself to the Portuguese. There was the familiar tingle of anticipation spreading out in him, but there was also something else, something he hadn’t felt in ages and with a slight shock he realized that he was nervous.
Cristiano ran his left hand over Arjen’s thigh, as if to soothe him. Goosebumps rose on his skin, as he felt Cristiano’s slick fingers brush against his opening and he tensed up. What the fuck was wrong with him? This wasn’t his first time, more like his hundredth and he knew he should relax, but yet he couldn’t.
He saw Cristiano frown at him before bending down to softly brush his lips over his. There was no hint of urgency in the Portuguese’s movement. And that was a surprise. He had expected the usual ‘I’m about to fuck you stop being such a wuss now.’-kiss. But it was different, so very different. Innocent like the first few kisses he had received as a young boy.
When Arjen opened his eyes, Cristiano looked deeply into his as if to question him.
“Kiss me again, like you just did.” Arjen whispered his voice husky, almost pleading.
And once more, Cristiano let his lips ghost over his mouth and then over his cheeks and eyes. Arjen couldn’t help but moan, the kiss might be innocent, but those fingers, which now rubbed teasingly over his balls, certainly weren’t.
Cristiano whispered something in Portuguese into his ear and while he didn’t understand the meaning of it, the low soothing tone combined with those wicked fingers, coaxed him into relaxing his muscles far enough for Cristiano to slide a finger into him.
His nervousness faded into pleasure as Cristiano grazed over that spot deep inside of him which made him shudder. The tone of Cristiano’s voice changed, still Arjen didn’t understand what he was telling him, but it was sounded more like encouragement than soothing.
Taking his time, Cristiano continued to stretch him until he could easily slide three fingers inside of him, before he slowly withdrew them, causing a disapproving mewl from Arjen.
“Do you not want to feel me?” Cristiano asked, looking down at him in question and Arjen nodded. Oh yes, of course he wanted to.
Cristiano reached for the small bags and opened the foil with his teeth. Taking out the condom he suddenly stopped and looked at Arjen.
“Do you want to…”
Arjen didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence; he had already sat up and taken the condom out of Cristiano’s hands.
With trembling fingers he slid the protection over Cristiano’s cock and unable to resist the temptation he squeezed the hard flesh of the Portuguese.
“Bad boy!” Cristiano growled, pushing him flat on his back and moving between his thighs.
Arjen grinned at him, hooking his legs around Cristiano’s waist pulling him down on top of him. “Yes, I’m such a bad boy.”
“Should teach you lesson,” Cristiano said and grinded down into his hips, drawing a moan from him. “But not now…”
The Portuguese shifted and the next thing Arjen felt was the blunt tip of Cristiano’s cock pressing against his opening. Slowly very slowly, Cristiano entered him and Arjen groaned out, the feeling of Cristiano’s cock stretching him, filling him, so intense that he had to close his eyes.
“Hurts?” Cristiano asked, drawing back slightly.
“No… gods… Cris…” Arjen’s hands came up to grasp Cristiano’s shoulders. “More.”
Another slow thrust and Cristiano was seated balls deep inside of him.
“Open your eyes,” Cristiano said, his voice hoarse with need. “Look at me.”
Their gazes locked and Cristiano bent down, kissing him with the same gentleness he kept on thrusting into him. Arjen moaned into their kiss, gods, Cristiano was killing him with this slow rhythm. He needed more, was getting desperate, wanted Cristiano to move faster and thrust harder into him.
In an attempt to spur Cristiano on, he bucked his hips up and dug his heels into Cristiano’s buttocks.
“Harder… please…”
Cristiano let out a throaty chuckle, shifted slightly, pulling nearly all the way out, only to slam back into him so hard that Arjen felt like his breath was being pushed out of him.
“Oh god…” he threw his head back and arched off the bed, as Cristiano grazed over that spot deep inside of him that made his insides feel like liquid heat. His fingernails dug into Cristiano’s shoulders and back so hard, he was sure that there would be angry red marks in the morning.
Gasping for breath, his legs locked even tighter around Cristiano’s waist as the Portuguese curled his fingers around his cock, stroking him hard and fast. Arjen couldn’t take it anymore and with a cry, he spilled his white hot release all over Cristiano’s hand.
Again Cristiano shifted, pressing his forehead against Arjen’s sweaty shoulder and with a few more erratic thrusts and a grunt that sounded like Arjen’s name, he followed him into oblivion.
He didn’t know for how long they stayed like that, wrapped up in one another’s arms. Both trying to regain their breathing. And then Cristiano pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at him.
The way Cristiano looked at him, made Arjen shiver. He couldn’t read the expression on the Portuguese’s face, nor did he know what to do, so he just returned his gaze and said nothing.
Cristiano whispered something in Portuguese, something that Arjen didn’t quite catch. Then he kissed Arjen deeply one last time, before he slowly and very carefully slipped from him and rolled onto his side.
Arjen turned and Cristiano spooned up behind him. Cristiano’s arm came to rest on Arjen’s waist, his finger’s drawing circles over Arjen’s belly.
Somehow Arjen’s heart grow heavy as he felt the movement of the Portuguese’s fingers become slower and slower till they finally laid still against his skin. The even breath tickling the nape of his neck, told him that Cristiano had fallen asleep.
He knew that now the moment had come for him to get up, dress and leave. He shouldn’t stay, he never did and he would leave, yes he would, but just a few more minutes to be sure Cristiano was fast asleep.
The minutes ticked by and he lay there, not moving a limb. Again he reminded himself, that he had get up and get a move on. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to leave this time.
True, the sex had been fabulous and he couldn’t remember another time when he had come this hard, but there was something else that kept him here. A feeling he couldn’t quite fathom.
But that something, that strange feeling made him turn around and nuzzle his face into Cristiano’s neck and press himself closer to the warm body of the Portuguese. And slowly he realized that this was what he had craved for so long.
It hadn’t been his rule to leave right after the sex; it had been what his partners wanted. None of them had been of the cuddly kind afterwards. Mateja had showered and the rest had usually turned on the TV or ignored him, in an ‘I’m-done-with-you-leave-now-way’. And as he hadn’t known any better, he had adopted that habit.
But now as he laid here, enveloped in Cristiano’s arms, breathing in his scent and feeling the rhythm of the other winger’s heart against his chest, he felt happy and content, a feeling he usually only got in the embrace of his girlfriend.
He needed to think about this some more, but not now, right now he was too tired to think. All that he wanted at the moment was to experience this comfort and warmth for as long as he could.
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Arjen sighed; that was definitely the most pleasant way to wake up in the morning.
Warm fingers were gliding over his chest to pinch his nipples before moving lower to wrap around his hardening cock and stroke him slowly. A wet tongue joined those talented fingers licking his shaft from base to tip and he gasped. Gods, yes Bernadien was an angel and he reached out to tangle his fingers into her hair but instead of long soft strands he encountered short curly hair and with a jolt he sat up.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Cristiano grinned at him, rubbing Arjen’s cock against his cheek.
Shit, right, Cristiano, not Bernadien. His heart was racing and he felt his cheeks redden from embarrassment. Gods, how could he have forgotten about spending the night with Cristiano? Especially as his body was aching from all the times Cristiano had taken him the night before.
Arjen let himself fall back against the pillows. “Cris, I doubt I can take another round.”
He felt Cristiano letting go of his cock and crawl up to him. “Aww, why?”
“You have worn me out. I feel so sore like I haven’t since my first time.”
“But you supposed to take me.” Cristiano giggled and kissed him on the nose.
Arjen froze, the blush on his cheeks getting even redder. How was he supposed to tell Cristiano that he never topped guys?
“I-I-I…” Great now he even stuttered, embarrassed he turned to his head to the side, not being able to look at Cristiano.
“What’s wrong?” Cristiano asked, touching his face and forcing him with soft pressure to look into his eyes.
He couldn’t tell him, he didn’t even know how to start. Why didn’t the earth just open up and swallow him whole?
“I… haven’t…”
“Oh.” Cristiano nodded his head, giving him a small smile and brushing his fingers over his lips. “But would you not like to try?”
Arjen was about to open his mouth and say no, but then he thought about it. Right, he usually never topped guys, but he also never stayed overnight. And Cristiano had given him so much pleasure, showed him so many things he never thought to be possible. How could he refuse him this now, without looking like a complete ass?
“I don’t know,” Arjen said and he saw Cristiano’s face fall. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hm…” Cristiano tapped his forefinger against his chin and then smiled. “I have idea.”
Frowning, Arjen watched as Cristiano sat up, reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the last foiled condom and unwrapping it.
“Do you trust me?” the Portuguese asked and Arjen just nodded. He was surprised at his own reaction, but somehow he knew he could trust Cristiano.
Satisfied with his answer, Cristiano placed the condom against the tip rolled it over his cock, causing Arjen to involuntarily buck his hips up. Cristiano grinned at him and rubbed his hand over his thigh.
Still curious about what the other winger had in mind, Arjen pushed himself up on his elbows and watched Cristiano over the length of his body. The Portuguese was busy uncapping the small tube of lubricant and spreading a large amount of the colourless gooey substance onto his fingers.
Arjen hissed, even through the protection the lube felt cold against his flesh and he shivered slightly. Cristiano offered him an apologetic smile, before he coated his fingers with more lubricant and slid his hand between his own legs.
Cristiano prepared himself with an ease that must have come from innumerable encounters. And with a pang Arjen realized that the thought of Cristiano having done this in front of others, wasn’t something he liked at all. His own reaction baffled him, what the hell did he care if Cristiano had put on this show for half the male population living on this planet? After this night, they would never see each other again, well they would, but it wasn’t likely that they would ever shag the wits out of one another again.
His thoughts were interrupted by a low moan of the Portuguese, who was sliding two fingers in and out of himself. It looked like Cristiano had forgotten his surroundings completely. His eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure with his lips slightly open. It was a mesmerizing sight, and Arjen would have been happy enough to just wank off, seeing Cristiano touching himself like this, if he didn’t have a fucking condom covered in lube over his cock.
So he did the only thing he could think of, he growled and immediately Cristiano opened his eyes, giving him a mischievous smile.
“Want me?”
Oh yes, he wanted him, but Arjen was still too insecure to admit it. Somehow Cristiano must have guessed what was going on inside of him and decided it was time to take the matter into his own hands.
Without much ado, he straddled Arjen’s hips and sank down on his cock in one swift movement that had Arjen groan out at the incredible sensation of being engulfed in Cristiano’s tight and slick heat.
Arjen brought his hands up to grip Cristiano’s hips firmly, as the Portuguese started to ride him in a slow but steady pace, all the while looking deeply into Arjen’s eyes, who pushed his hips up, matching Cristiano stroke for stroke.
It was incredible, never before had he experienced something like this. Well, yes he had, but then he hadn’t been able to let go, always worrying if Bernadien would get pleasure from what he did.
And now, just the stream of incoherent words coming from Cristiano’s lips, told him the Portuguese loved it just as much as he did.
Amazed, Arjen watched Cristiano reach down to curl his fingers around his hard prick, stroking himself. The view alone was enough to drive Arjen mad. He bucked his hips up even harder and faster, till Cristiano threw back his head and cried out Arjen’s name, spurting his white hot release onto Arjen’s belly.
Seeing Cristiano’s face contort in pleasure and feeling him clench around his cock, was more than enough to send Arjen over the edge as well. The movement of his hips became erratic and with a final trust he spilled his seed deep inside Cristiano’s body.
Unable to keep himself up any longer, Cristiano slumped down onto his chest and embraced him tightly. Cristiano’s breathing was just as harsh and fast as his own and he couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the Portuguese’s forehead.
As they laid there in silence, Arjen felt the strange mixture of happiness and anxiety wash over him once more and he tightened his arms possessively around Cristiano. Not yet, it wasn’t time.
Neither of them moved or said a word. Arjen tried to memorize every minute, every detail of the time they had spent together. Very soon this would be over and both would return to their daily lives, which were so very alike and yet not.
“Arjen?” Cristiano’s voice was soft, almost childlike and it caught Arjen completely off-guard.
“Yes?”
Cristiano drew back and looked at him, chewing on his bottom lip almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should continue. Arjen frowned and wondered what could intimidate Cristiano so much, that he had lost the confidence he had shown throughout the whole night.
“Will you… do you want to…” Cristiano looked away and started to fiddle with the blanket. Arjen covered his hands and offered him a small smile in the hope to encourage him.
“Can we meet again?”
Arjen’s smile widened. And for the first time he was sure that the answer he was going to give, would be the right one.
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END