Pillow Talk
Title: Pillow Talk
Author: junas_stories
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Rating: R
Word Count: 1397
Disclaimer: Don't know anybody or anything and am not making any money. Sadly.
Summary: Wayne and Cristiano have a heart-to-heart…of sorts.
Notes: Written for the prompt 'lovers' at footballslash11. And as always, feedback is very much appreciated.
Pillow Talk
"So perfect. Sleak, iron-hard muscles covered by bronzed, silky-soft skin and those lips…Goood…so full, so luscious. You're so amazingly bee-yauti-ful." Wayne whispered, his giggles buried beneath one long, drawn out moan.
"Stop make…ahhh…fun! I is man, is….uh…is not -" But right then Wayne found the perfect angle, his cock hitting Ronny's prostate on a hard thrust making the Portuguese groan out loud, cutting of the indignant complaint in typical mid-fuck broken English.
Wayne was more than fine with that. So fine that he took to thrusting again and again from that angle. Pushing faster, harder and - dear God - deeper everytime till the Ronny was clenching wildly around his cock and arching his back so hard, Wayne would have been afraid he'd snap it, had he half a brain-cell left to think about it. As it was he was pretty much reduced to groaning along with Ronny, his brilliant plan of watching Ronny come undone while he looked on fully in control, pretty much shot to pieces. Oh well.
"Waayyyyne! Right….ah…there…Ohhh!" Back arching even more - however he did that, the flexible little bugger - Ronny gave a loud shout and came thrashing wildy underneath Wayne who followed him with a last hard thrust and a shout of his own before collapsing on top of the Portuguese. He felt as if he had played a whole match with extra time, his muscles quivering weakly, his heart hammering inside his chest, his breath coming in big, erratic gulps. He was almost unbearably hot, sweat slicking both their bodys but still it felt nice to lay on top of Ronny like this. Not that he would have that pleasure for too long. And yes, as if on cue:
"Get off me. Too heavy," Ronny muttered hoarsely. With a regretful sigh, Wayne gently pulled his cock out, being careful to hold the condom in place. Once he was had rolled off Ronny, he pulled the condom off, tied the open end into a knot and let it drop beside the bed.
"Ew! Wayne! Don't just drop it to floor!"
"Why not? It's not your floor, is it?"
"Wayne! Poor cleaning lady…" A flailing hand to compensate for a word Ronny didn't know. Wayne chuckled.
"I'm going to throw it away later. In the morning. I'm too tired now, too lazy."
"Have worn you out, yes?" Ronny giggled even though he was still gasping for air himself. Wayne didn't even deign the fucker - well, fuckee to be exact and that made him grin slightly - with an answer, just swatted him half-heartedly on the belly and then let his hand rest there so it was following the up and down motion of inhales and exhales of Ronny's body.
A few minutes later, they both had calmed down somewhat, breathing deeply and in sync. The moment feeling all peaceful and tranquil. Until Ronny turned onto his side to face him, dislocating Wayne's hand in the process. Wayne thought about complaining but kept his mouth shut when Ronny crawled closer until his head came to rest on Wayne's right shoulder and his right hand found a place on Wayne's chest, somewhat mirroring their earlier position. This was fine, too.
"Wayne?"
"Hmm."
"What are we?"
"Huh?"
"What are we…together?" Again accompanied by a little movement of the wrist as Ronny again didn't find the right word. "What are we…to…eachother?"
"God, you are such a girl, Ronalda!" Wayne said with an exasperated but mostly fond chuckle when he finally understood what Ronny meant.
"Better than ogre!" Ronny said and hit him in the chest. Not too lightly, the fucker.
"But if I'm the ogre, than you're the princess and if I remember correctly, at the end she turned into an ogre, too." Wayne pointed out gleefully.
"I is not turn into ogre!"
"Oh, you'll stay a princess then?" A moment of silence as Ronny followed his reasoning and this was really too simple because post-sex Ronny was all mellowed out and really not that quick. At least not in the head because the punch to the ribs was quick enough.
"OUCH! That hurt, asshole!"
"You deserve it. I am not princess. I am man!"
"Sure, princess." Wayne couldn't help himself. You couldn't let an opportunity like that pass. And Ronny knew how it was meant or else he wouldn't still lay there with half his weight on Wayne. He was probably pouting though.
"But really, Wayne. What are we?" And nothing if not persistent.
"What do you care? We have fun, don't we?" With a girl or maybe even with another man Wayne would have been alarmed by the question but with Ronny he wasn't really. Ronny who had laughed in his face when Wayne had fumbled with words their first morning after explaining that while he really liked Ronny, he loved Coleen and only Coleen. So no, no need to panic.
"When you are not asshole, yes. But still, what are we?" Like a dog with a bone.
"We're mates who fuck occasionally, I guess."
"Hmm."
"Why are you asking?"
"Rio asked me."
"Did he now?" Wayne wasn't all that surprised. They didn't fuck in the dressing room exactly - or at least not when somebody else was still in there - but they also didn't make much of a secret out of it either. Therefore it had been only a matter of time before they got confronted about it. And Rio was not the type to throw a fit over something like that and if he had, Ronny would have just said so. After having punched Rio in the face. Looks aside, Ronny really was no damsel in distress waiting for a knight in shining armour to come to his rescue.
"Hmmm."
"Okay. And what did you tell him?"
"I said we just have sex sometimes, yes? No…strangs…strun…"
"No strings attached, you mean?" Ronny nodded, making Wayne shiver slightly with the feeling of Ronny's curls rubbing against his chest.
"And what did he say?"
"He said: 'Oh, so you're fuck-buddies, yeah?"
"Well, okay." Wayne said after a minute of silence. He still failed to see where the problem was. He thought 'fuck-buddies' was probably a pretty good word for what they were.
"Is not okay. Sounds so ugly. Fuck-buddies." Ronny was spitting it more than saying it. "Sounds as if we are only buddies when fuck. Is not right."
Not wanting to get another punch or maybe a kick to the shin this time, Wayne kept silent but really - Ronny was such a girl. Though…maybe he had a point. It really sounded like 'buddies in fucking' and they really were mates outside of the bed, too.
"Hmm. Maybe we could say 'friends with benefits'." This time it was Ronny who snorted a chuckle. "You don't want to say 'boyfriends', do you?" Wayne asked a bit mortified because that would be a no-go and you could never know with the Portuguese but thankfully Ronny shook his head. "Okay, so what do you want to call it then?"
"Lovers."
"Erh." Had he been wrong? Did Ronny fall in love with him somewhere along the line? Oh God, okay, how to let him down easy because they were very good mates and Wayne didn't want to hurt him but he loved Coleen and - Oh shit, Ronny was shaking slightly against him. He wasn't crying, was he?
"You is sooo easy! So fall for it!" And no, Ronny was not crying. He was wheezing with laughter. Just rolling off him when this time it was Wayne who punched him. In the shoulder. Hard.
"You…asshole!"
"Is pay-back for always calling me pretty and girl and princess. Is stop now, yes?"
And fine. Okay. So Wayne could actually see the humour in Ronny turning the table on him like this. And he was a big enough man to admit defeat.
"Okay, I'll stop calling you a girl."
"YAY! I won!" Ronny shouted and threw a fist in the air in victory. Such a dork. But an adorable dork with shiny, brown eyes, soft curls - because not even Ronny put hairgel before he went to sleep at night - and that infectuous grin. Wayne thought he could probably forgive him because he was just too cute like this and, if Wayne was being honest, beautiful. All teasing aside. And obviously he had said that part aloud because -
"Who's the girl now, Waynie?"
Author: junas_stories
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Rating: R
Word Count: 1397
Disclaimer: Don't know anybody or anything and am not making any money. Sadly.
Summary: Wayne and Cristiano have a heart-to-heart…of sorts.
Notes: Written for the prompt 'lovers' at footballslash11. And as always, feedback is very much appreciated.
Pillow Talk
"So perfect. Sleak, iron-hard muscles covered by bronzed, silky-soft skin and those lips…Goood…so full, so luscious. You're so amazingly bee-yauti-ful." Wayne whispered, his giggles buried beneath one long, drawn out moan.
"Stop make…ahhh…fun! I is man, is….uh…is not -" But right then Wayne found the perfect angle, his cock hitting Ronny's prostate on a hard thrust making the Portuguese groan out loud, cutting of the indignant complaint in typical mid-fuck broken English.
Wayne was more than fine with that. So fine that he took to thrusting again and again from that angle. Pushing faster, harder and - dear God - deeper everytime till the Ronny was clenching wildly around his cock and arching his back so hard, Wayne would have been afraid he'd snap it, had he half a brain-cell left to think about it. As it was he was pretty much reduced to groaning along with Ronny, his brilliant plan of watching Ronny come undone while he looked on fully in control, pretty much shot to pieces. Oh well.
"Waayyyyne! Right….ah…there…Ohhh!" Back arching even more - however he did that, the flexible little bugger - Ronny gave a loud shout and came thrashing wildy underneath Wayne who followed him with a last hard thrust and a shout of his own before collapsing on top of the Portuguese. He felt as if he had played a whole match with extra time, his muscles quivering weakly, his heart hammering inside his chest, his breath coming in big, erratic gulps. He was almost unbearably hot, sweat slicking both their bodys but still it felt nice to lay on top of Ronny like this. Not that he would have that pleasure for too long. And yes, as if on cue:
"Get off me. Too heavy," Ronny muttered hoarsely. With a regretful sigh, Wayne gently pulled his cock out, being careful to hold the condom in place. Once he was had rolled off Ronny, he pulled the condom off, tied the open end into a knot and let it drop beside the bed.
"Ew! Wayne! Don't just drop it to floor!"
"Why not? It's not your floor, is it?"
"Wayne! Poor cleaning lady…" A flailing hand to compensate for a word Ronny didn't know. Wayne chuckled.
"I'm going to throw it away later. In the morning. I'm too tired now, too lazy."
"Have worn you out, yes?" Ronny giggled even though he was still gasping for air himself. Wayne didn't even deign the fucker - well, fuckee to be exact and that made him grin slightly - with an answer, just swatted him half-heartedly on the belly and then let his hand rest there so it was following the up and down motion of inhales and exhales of Ronny's body.
A few minutes later, they both had calmed down somewhat, breathing deeply and in sync. The moment feeling all peaceful and tranquil. Until Ronny turned onto his side to face him, dislocating Wayne's hand in the process. Wayne thought about complaining but kept his mouth shut when Ronny crawled closer until his head came to rest on Wayne's right shoulder and his right hand found a place on Wayne's chest, somewhat mirroring their earlier position. This was fine, too.
"Wayne?"
"Hmm."
"What are we?"
"Huh?"
"What are we…together?" Again accompanied by a little movement of the wrist as Ronny again didn't find the right word. "What are we…to…eachother?"
"God, you are such a girl, Ronalda!" Wayne said with an exasperated but mostly fond chuckle when he finally understood what Ronny meant.
"Better than ogre!" Ronny said and hit him in the chest. Not too lightly, the fucker.
"But if I'm the ogre, than you're the princess and if I remember correctly, at the end she turned into an ogre, too." Wayne pointed out gleefully.
"I is not turn into ogre!"
"Oh, you'll stay a princess then?" A moment of silence as Ronny followed his reasoning and this was really too simple because post-sex Ronny was all mellowed out and really not that quick. At least not in the head because the punch to the ribs was quick enough.
"OUCH! That hurt, asshole!"
"You deserve it. I am not princess. I am man!"
"Sure, princess." Wayne couldn't help himself. You couldn't let an opportunity like that pass. And Ronny knew how it was meant or else he wouldn't still lay there with half his weight on Wayne. He was probably pouting though.
"But really, Wayne. What are we?" And nothing if not persistent.
"What do you care? We have fun, don't we?" With a girl or maybe even with another man Wayne would have been alarmed by the question but with Ronny he wasn't really. Ronny who had laughed in his face when Wayne had fumbled with words their first morning after explaining that while he really liked Ronny, he loved Coleen and only Coleen. So no, no need to panic.
"When you are not asshole, yes. But still, what are we?" Like a dog with a bone.
"We're mates who fuck occasionally, I guess."
"Hmm."
"Why are you asking?"
"Rio asked me."
"Did he now?" Wayne wasn't all that surprised. They didn't fuck in the dressing room exactly - or at least not when somebody else was still in there - but they also didn't make much of a secret out of it either. Therefore it had been only a matter of time before they got confronted about it. And Rio was not the type to throw a fit over something like that and if he had, Ronny would have just said so. After having punched Rio in the face. Looks aside, Ronny really was no damsel in distress waiting for a knight in shining armour to come to his rescue.
"Hmmm."
"Okay. And what did you tell him?"
"I said we just have sex sometimes, yes? No…strangs…strun…"
"No strings attached, you mean?" Ronny nodded, making Wayne shiver slightly with the feeling of Ronny's curls rubbing against his chest.
"And what did he say?"
"He said: 'Oh, so you're fuck-buddies, yeah?"
"Well, okay." Wayne said after a minute of silence. He still failed to see where the problem was. He thought 'fuck-buddies' was probably a pretty good word for what they were.
"Is not okay. Sounds so ugly. Fuck-buddies." Ronny was spitting it more than saying it. "Sounds as if we are only buddies when fuck. Is not right."
Not wanting to get another punch or maybe a kick to the shin this time, Wayne kept silent but really - Ronny was such a girl. Though…maybe he had a point. It really sounded like 'buddies in fucking' and they really were mates outside of the bed, too.
"Hmm. Maybe we could say 'friends with benefits'." This time it was Ronny who snorted a chuckle. "You don't want to say 'boyfriends', do you?" Wayne asked a bit mortified because that would be a no-go and you could never know with the Portuguese but thankfully Ronny shook his head. "Okay, so what do you want to call it then?"
"Lovers."
"Erh." Had he been wrong? Did Ronny fall in love with him somewhere along the line? Oh God, okay, how to let him down easy because they were very good mates and Wayne didn't want to hurt him but he loved Coleen and - Oh shit, Ronny was shaking slightly against him. He wasn't crying, was he?
"You is sooo easy! So fall for it!" And no, Ronny was not crying. He was wheezing with laughter. Just rolling off him when this time it was Wayne who punched him. In the shoulder. Hard.
"You…asshole!"
"Is pay-back for always calling me pretty and girl and princess. Is stop now, yes?"
And fine. Okay. So Wayne could actually see the humour in Ronny turning the table on him like this. And he was a big enough man to admit defeat.
"Okay, I'll stop calling you a girl."
"YAY! I won!" Ronny shouted and threw a fist in the air in victory. Such a dork. But an adorable dork with shiny, brown eyes, soft curls - because not even Ronny put hairgel before he went to sleep at night - and that infectuous grin. Wayne thought he could probably forgive him because he was just too cute like this and, if Wayne was being honest, beautiful. All teasing aside. And obviously he had said that part aloud because -
"Who's the girl now, Waynie?"