Matinee -- Daniel Agger/Xabi Alonso
Title: Matinée
Author: metafic
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: PWP. Dan and Xabi go to the movies.
You skip your afternoon physio and sneak into some kids' movie matinee; the theater's empty, but you still sit in the back row. They're not even through the trailers before you're making out, sloppy and openmouthed, turning awkwardly in your seats and fumbling with the armrest, kissing and pulling Xabi closer to you and it's like you're in school again. You sprawl over him, straddling his lap and shifting because these seats weren't really designed for two people.
It's furtive and almost frantic and his mouth is everywhere at once, biting your ear and sucking at your neck and you twist your fingers in his hair and close your eyes, listening to Xabi's whispers in your ear and the cartoon animals on the screen. You grind your hips against him and he grabs your ass and holds you tight against him. He kisses you roughly, stubble scraping your face as you slide your tongue into his mouth and he groans underneath you. He slides his hands up under your shirt, kissing your chest through the thin material as you bite his ear and press closer to him. You can feel Xabi hard against you and this is probably a really bad idea, but you shift against him again. You reach for Xabi's hand, twisting your fingers with his and pulling him up as you slide off his lap.
You sink to your knees; the floor is sticky with years of soda and you're glad you wore jeans today. You steady yourself on the floor, moving forward and bracing yourself against the seat as you nudge Xabi's legs apart. He slides forward on the seat, his legs on either side of you and his hand on your shoulder and it's intimate and possessive all at once and hotter than you thought possible. You reach up and undo his jeans, sliding your hand into his boxers, stroking his cock and slowly pulling it out as his nails dig into your shoulder. You lean forward, taking him into your mouth and half-smiling as his hand grips you tighter and you hear him moan above you.
You look up at Xabi and he's closed his eyes. He bites his lip and you open your mouth wider, tongue swirling around him. Xabi shifts under you; you put your hands on his thighs and spread his legs further apart, moving closer to him. He twists his hand in your hair and you lean into him. You tilt your head and lick, sliding your hand around him and moving it in time with your mouth. Xabi groans, loud and you're glad the theater's empty. You move your hand down, back into his boxers, reaching down and cupping his balls as you look up at him again. His eyes are glazed over and the look on his face is the hottest thing. His hand tightens in your hair and his legs shudder and you know he's close.
You speed up, tongue twisting faster, enjoying the noises he makes in response. Your hand moves and you grip him tighter. He shifts under you, his hand moving to the back of your neck and holding you closer against him as his hips jerk up into your mouth and he's coming hard. You swallow and sit back on your heels, watching as his breaths slow. You get up from the floor slowly; your jeans are sticky and you know your knees will be bruised and sore tomorrow. As you stand up, Xabi pulls you down into a rough kiss and it's weird and kind of wrong, but it's mostly perfect.
Author: metafic
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: PWP. Dan and Xabi go to the movies.
You skip your afternoon physio and sneak into some kids' movie matinee; the theater's empty, but you still sit in the back row. They're not even through the trailers before you're making out, sloppy and openmouthed, turning awkwardly in your seats and fumbling with the armrest, kissing and pulling Xabi closer to you and it's like you're in school again. You sprawl over him, straddling his lap and shifting because these seats weren't really designed for two people.
It's furtive and almost frantic and his mouth is everywhere at once, biting your ear and sucking at your neck and you twist your fingers in his hair and close your eyes, listening to Xabi's whispers in your ear and the cartoon animals on the screen. You grind your hips against him and he grabs your ass and holds you tight against him. He kisses you roughly, stubble scraping your face as you slide your tongue into his mouth and he groans underneath you. He slides his hands up under your shirt, kissing your chest through the thin material as you bite his ear and press closer to him. You can feel Xabi hard against you and this is probably a really bad idea, but you shift against him again. You reach for Xabi's hand, twisting your fingers with his and pulling him up as you slide off his lap.
You sink to your knees; the floor is sticky with years of soda and you're glad you wore jeans today. You steady yourself on the floor, moving forward and bracing yourself against the seat as you nudge Xabi's legs apart. He slides forward on the seat, his legs on either side of you and his hand on your shoulder and it's intimate and possessive all at once and hotter than you thought possible. You reach up and undo his jeans, sliding your hand into his boxers, stroking his cock and slowly pulling it out as his nails dig into your shoulder. You lean forward, taking him into your mouth and half-smiling as his hand grips you tighter and you hear him moan above you.
You look up at Xabi and he's closed his eyes. He bites his lip and you open your mouth wider, tongue swirling around him. Xabi shifts under you; you put your hands on his thighs and spread his legs further apart, moving closer to him. He twists his hand in your hair and you lean into him. You tilt your head and lick, sliding your hand around him and moving it in time with your mouth. Xabi groans, loud and you're glad the theater's empty. You move your hand down, back into his boxers, reaching down and cupping his balls as you look up at him again. His eyes are glazed over and the look on his face is the hottest thing. His hand tightens in your hair and his legs shudder and you know he's close.
You speed up, tongue twisting faster, enjoying the noises he makes in response. Your hand moves and you grip him tighter. He shifts under you, his hand moving to the back of your neck and holding you closer against him as his hips jerk up into your mouth and he's coming hard. You swallow and sit back on your heels, watching as his breaths slow. You get up from the floor slowly; your jeans are sticky and you know your knees will be bruised and sore tomorrow. As you stand up, Xabi pulls you down into a rough kiss and it's weird and kind of wrong, but it's mostly perfect.