Giving his Captain what he needs, Iker/Cris
Title: Giving his Captain what he needs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cristiano Ronaldo, Xabi Alonso, Sergio Ramos, Alvaro Arbeloa,
Disclaimer: absolutely not true! just my silly imagination
Summary: Cristiano helps his captain out:)
Author's Note: Please comment even if to trash me!
beta: amasing and wonderful dancer_shoes
Iker was chatting with the boys in the row behind him when he felt a seat beside him shift. He didn't care much. He was happy; they had had a great experience in Llorca. They had played for a great cause. The league was almost over. He could finally relax. He was smiling and chatting when he felt a hand on his inner thigh. He turned around and saw grinning Cristiano.
"What is it Cris?" asked the captain.
"Come here. Sergio is taking a photo for his twitter again."
Iker rolled his eyes but he put his arm around the Portuguese striker and smiled to the camera. Sergio beamed, took the photo and disappeared to find his next victim. The keeper expected Cris to move away too but the younger man didn't. He did not remove him hand from his captain’s leg but slid it further up his inner thigh instead. He leaned back trapping Iker’s arm between himself and the seat. Their faces were inches apart. The forward was smiling widely.
"What are you doing Cris?" asked the Spaniard. The younger man stroked his cheek with his free hand.
"Nothing, yet." He brought his face closer and moved his hand even higher almost touching Iker’s rapidly growing dick. The Madrileno gasped.
"What is this all about?"
Cris was caressing his face.
"It is about me giving my dear captain what he needs." said Cristiano and leaned forward. Before Iker could ask another question his lips were caught in a sweet but determined kiss. Cristiano moved from his seat without breaking the contact and leaned over the keeper. He pulled him down the seat. He parted the older man’s legs with his knee and rested Iker’s thigh on his own hip.
"Cris" gasped the Spaniard not used to being treated this way.
"Shhhhh " whispered the Portuguese as he covered his body with his own. Their swollen crotches touched as well as their lips and Iker could hardly breath. His own hands instinctively moved to Cristiano’s shoulders. The dark haired forward was kissing him confidently and hard without giving him a chance to object. The younger footballers hands were travelling all over his torso, arms hips and a leg draped over his hip. He soon felt another sets of hands stroking his hair, shoulders and buttock. He felt the back of his seat being lowered.
"What ..."
"Shhhhh ..." came from somewhere behind him. He opened his eyes and looked at Xabi. Xabi that was stroking his head and smiling at him soothingly. "Just let it go. You need it."
"But..." he didn't finish as Cris moved the kisses at his jaw and throat. His hands started caressing and stroking Ikers body under his shirt. Someone else removed his shorts for him. Cris uncovered his belly and planted warm worshipful kisses there before he moved further south.
"Cris..."
The younger man smiled at him and then took him in his mouth. He grabbed his captains legs and put them on his own shoulders and grasped his firm buttocks. He started bobbing his head as he watched Sergio move closer. The Sevillan smiled at Iker and started kissing and nipping at his chest paying special attention to his nipples. The Madrid goalie moaned loudly. Alvaro stroked his face.
"Shhhhhh ... you will wake Jose." said the Salamancan and captured his lips in a firm kiss. Iker’s head was spinning. He realised where he was and what was being done to him. He was lying practically naked on a seat in a moving bus getting blown, kissed and touched by his teammates, while their coaches were sleeping just a few rows ahead. This was madness. He tried to get up but they didn't let him. He felt Xabi’s fingers in his hair again.
"It's ..." wrong, too public, too debouched he wanted to say. He felt a slick finger tease his opening before it entered. He felt panic.
"... It is fine. You need it. Just let yourself go, baby." Xabi finished for him.
Baby, he was not a baby, he was ...
"San Iker ... even you ... even you are and even you need it sometimes."
Oh God! How did Xabi know him so well. How did they know ... He felt Cris rise up from his cock and move up his body. He felt himself be entered in one slick motion. Cris covered him with his body and started rocking in and out in and out. Iker was losing his mind. It was so wrong and so wonderful at the same time. He wanted to cry how wonderful it was and how much he needed it. He hooked his legs behind Cris’s back and griped the back of the seat harder. His hard cock was brushing at the Portuguese’s muscled stomach. He cried out when the forward found this particular spot. That was it. That was all the stimulation he needed and he almost passed out when he finally erupted on his own belly. All the stress, all the expectations, all the self imposed tension disappeared in 10 000 volt bliss. And then there was nothing, just happiness.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cristiano Ronaldo, Xabi Alonso, Sergio Ramos, Alvaro Arbeloa,
Disclaimer: absolutely not true! just my silly imagination
Summary: Cristiano helps his captain out:)
Author's Note: Please comment even if to trash me!
beta: amasing and wonderful dancer_shoes
Iker was chatting with the boys in the row behind him when he felt a seat beside him shift. He didn't care much. He was happy; they had had a great experience in Llorca. They had played for a great cause. The league was almost over. He could finally relax. He was smiling and chatting when he felt a hand on his inner thigh. He turned around and saw grinning Cristiano.
"What is it Cris?" asked the captain.
"Come here. Sergio is taking a photo for his twitter again."
Iker rolled his eyes but he put his arm around the Portuguese striker and smiled to the camera. Sergio beamed, took the photo and disappeared to find his next victim. The keeper expected Cris to move away too but the younger man didn't. He did not remove him hand from his captain’s leg but slid it further up his inner thigh instead. He leaned back trapping Iker’s arm between himself and the seat. Their faces were inches apart. The forward was smiling widely.
"What are you doing Cris?" asked the Spaniard. The younger man stroked his cheek with his free hand.
"Nothing, yet." He brought his face closer and moved his hand even higher almost touching Iker’s rapidly growing dick. The Madrileno gasped.
"What is this all about?"
Cris was caressing his face.
"It is about me giving my dear captain what he needs." said Cristiano and leaned forward. Before Iker could ask another question his lips were caught in a sweet but determined kiss. Cristiano moved from his seat without breaking the contact and leaned over the keeper. He pulled him down the seat. He parted the older man’s legs with his knee and rested Iker’s thigh on his own hip.
"Cris" gasped the Spaniard not used to being treated this way.
"Shhhhh " whispered the Portuguese as he covered his body with his own. Their swollen crotches touched as well as their lips and Iker could hardly breath. His own hands instinctively moved to Cristiano’s shoulders. The dark haired forward was kissing him confidently and hard without giving him a chance to object. The younger footballers hands were travelling all over his torso, arms hips and a leg draped over his hip. He soon felt another sets of hands stroking his hair, shoulders and buttock. He felt the back of his seat being lowered.
"What ..."
"Shhhhh ..." came from somewhere behind him. He opened his eyes and looked at Xabi. Xabi that was stroking his head and smiling at him soothingly. "Just let it go. You need it."
"But..." he didn't finish as Cris moved the kisses at his jaw and throat. His hands started caressing and stroking Ikers body under his shirt. Someone else removed his shorts for him. Cris uncovered his belly and planted warm worshipful kisses there before he moved further south.
"Cris..."
The younger man smiled at him and then took him in his mouth. He grabbed his captains legs and put them on his own shoulders and grasped his firm buttocks. He started bobbing his head as he watched Sergio move closer. The Sevillan smiled at Iker and started kissing and nipping at his chest paying special attention to his nipples. The Madrid goalie moaned loudly. Alvaro stroked his face.
"Shhhhhh ... you will wake Jose." said the Salamancan and captured his lips in a firm kiss. Iker’s head was spinning. He realised where he was and what was being done to him. He was lying practically naked on a seat in a moving bus getting blown, kissed and touched by his teammates, while their coaches were sleeping just a few rows ahead. This was madness. He tried to get up but they didn't let him. He felt Xabi’s fingers in his hair again.
"It's ..." wrong, too public, too debouched he wanted to say. He felt a slick finger tease his opening before it entered. He felt panic.
"... It is fine. You need it. Just let yourself go, baby." Xabi finished for him.
Baby, he was not a baby, he was ...
"San Iker ... even you ... even you are and even you need it sometimes."
Oh God! How did Xabi know him so well. How did they know ... He felt Cris rise up from his cock and move up his body. He felt himself be entered in one slick motion. Cris covered him with his body and started rocking in and out in and out. Iker was losing his mind. It was so wrong and so wonderful at the same time. He wanted to cry how wonderful it was and how much he needed it. He hooked his legs behind Cris’s back and griped the back of the seat harder. His hard cock was brushing at the Portuguese’s muscled stomach. He cried out when the forward found this particular spot. That was it. That was all the stimulation he needed and he almost passed out when he finally erupted on his own belly. All the stress, all the expectations, all the self imposed tension disappeared in 10 000 volt bliss. And then there was nothing, just happiness.