authority; four drabbles
Title: Marks
Pairing: Roy Keane/David Beckham
Rating: PG-13
His off-the-pitch dynamic with Roy takes David by surprise.
The Irishman, infamously aggressive, has always been the dominant one in their…he isn’t even sure what it is they have or how they got started. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to stop and Roy never verbally expresses his agreement but the marks he leaves after every encounter are indications enough. David never really minds, though the teasing from the other lads about ‘that insatiable bird’ gets embarrassing; and he realizes one day that those marks are assurances-blatantly possessive because he is needed more than he needs.
Title: Por Favor
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: R
“Fernando…” Gonzalo whines, squirming uncomfortably beneath his lover’s hands, which are here and there and everywhere all at once.
“Is something the matter?” Fernando replies innocently-but they both know better than that; Gonzalo’s eyes are squeezed shut and he can still see that insufferable smirk hovering right above…
“…por favor.” Go on, asshole.
“What’s that?” Those hands are stroking his sides now, slowly tracing patterns on his well-defined hipbones. His breath is hot when he speaks and he is so close that Gonzalo can feel it and his back arches convulsively.
“Suck me!”
Fernando smiles. “If you say so.”
Title: Relinquish
Pairing: Alessandro Nesta/Zlatan Ibrahimović
Rating: PG-13
No greetings are exchanged. Zlatan steps forward into the room and Alessandro steps backward warily. He regains his composure and they circle each other slowly, their gazes intent and their bodies kept apart by some electric force.
“Shirt off.” Zlatan speaks first.
Alessandro scowls but does it and throws it in the ring that they have drawn. “You too.”
Zlatan obliges, still moving, and suddenly it isn’t clear who has the upper hand on whom in their power struggle of a dance-until a moment later when the current snaps and Alessandro finds himself on his back on the floor.
Title: What’s The Story
Pairing: Paolo Maldini/Yoann Gourcuff
Rating: R
They’ve only been together a few times now. They haven’t done much then and naturally everything that has been done has been initiated by the older man sleeping now at his side. Yoann breathes then boldly rolls over and on top of him, nudging his legs apart to settle between them and the contact earns an unconscious moan.
“Paolo,” Yoann whispers and touches him shyly. He stirs and that’s in more than one sense.
“Hmm?”
Breathe. “I want…I mean, can I…?” Yoann blushes and gestures as the rest of him awaken.
Paolo breaks a grin. “You don’t have to ask.”
Pairing: Roy Keane/David Beckham
Rating: PG-13
His off-the-pitch dynamic with Roy takes David by surprise.
The Irishman, infamously aggressive, has always been the dominant one in their…he isn’t even sure what it is they have or how they got started. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to stop and Roy never verbally expresses his agreement but the marks he leaves after every encounter are indications enough. David never really minds, though the teasing from the other lads about ‘that insatiable bird’ gets embarrassing; and he realizes one day that those marks are assurances-blatantly possessive because he is needed more than he needs.
Title: Por Favor
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: R
“Fernando…” Gonzalo whines, squirming uncomfortably beneath his lover’s hands, which are here and there and everywhere all at once.
“Is something the matter?” Fernando replies innocently-but they both know better than that; Gonzalo’s eyes are squeezed shut and he can still see that insufferable smirk hovering right above…
“…por favor.” Go on, asshole.
“What’s that?” Those hands are stroking his sides now, slowly tracing patterns on his well-defined hipbones. His breath is hot when he speaks and he is so close that Gonzalo can feel it and his back arches convulsively.
“Suck me!”
Fernando smiles. “If you say so.”
Title: Relinquish
Pairing: Alessandro Nesta/Zlatan Ibrahimović
Rating: PG-13
No greetings are exchanged. Zlatan steps forward into the room and Alessandro steps backward warily. He regains his composure and they circle each other slowly, their gazes intent and their bodies kept apart by some electric force.
“Shirt off.” Zlatan speaks first.
Alessandro scowls but does it and throws it in the ring that they have drawn. “You too.”
Zlatan obliges, still moving, and suddenly it isn’t clear who has the upper hand on whom in their power struggle of a dance-until a moment later when the current snaps and Alessandro finds himself on his back on the floor.
Title: What’s The Story
Pairing: Paolo Maldini/Yoann Gourcuff
Rating: R
They’ve only been together a few times now. They haven’t done much then and naturally everything that has been done has been initiated by the older man sleeping now at his side. Yoann breathes then boldly rolls over and on top of him, nudging his legs apart to settle between them and the contact earns an unconscious moan.
“Paolo,” Yoann whispers and touches him shyly. He stirs and that’s in more than one sense.
“Hmm?”
Breathe. “I want…I mean, can I…?” Yoann blushes and gestures as the rest of him awaken.
Paolo breaks a grin. “You don’t have to ask.”