It Was Hardly Love -- Kaká/Yoann Gourcuff, Kaká/Caroline Celico
Title: It Was Hardly Love
Pairing: Kaká/Yoann Gourcuff, Kaká/Caroline Celico
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing here is true, the situation and actions here are all made up by me.
Author's Notes: Takes place after the Man U/Milan Champions League semi last Tuesday.
It's not like you planned this. But you didn't want to go back to your room after dinner and you didn't want to go out with Gila and the rest of the squad. You just want to go home, but you settle for watching TV in Yoann's room, sprawled on the bed because Yoann's claimed the desk chair. He spins idly in it and sometimes you forget how young he is. How young you both are, really, and you find yourself watching Yoann more than the TV. He can't sit still and you find that it's making you nervous, so you tell him to come sit next to you and he does. He bounces his legs and the bed shakes with him. You reach out and grab his leg, trying to make him stop, but you hold it a little too long and he looks over at you, confused. It's awkward and you find that you can't look away.
You're about to get up, making some excuse about how tired you are, but Yoann reaches his hand around to the back of your neck, pulling you in and kissing you softly. He bites his lip as he breaks the kiss, and he looks almost afraid as he pulls back, like he's waiting for you to storm out or hit him or something. But you don't. You're not sure if it's boredom or frustration or the way he's looking at you, but you lean forward and kiss him back. It's gentle and a little strange and somehow this feels like you're thirteen again. Yoann fumbles with your shirt and digs his nails into your sides and you pull him closer until he's straddling your lap. He kisses you again, harder this time, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting at your lip and you make low noises in your throat as you unbutton his shirt. He shrugs out of it and runs his hands up under your shirt, lifting it over your head and biting at your collarbone.
Yoann's grinding on your lap now, kissing you hard. His fingers drift down to your waistband and this is going further than you thought. You think about pulling back or finding a reason to leave, and then your phone rings. You lean over to the nightstand, holding Yoann on your lap, and you swear under your breath when you see the name. Caroline. You forgot to call after dinner like normal (Ronaldo makes fun of you for it, but it started before she was even in Milan and you find you miss it when you forget). You have to answer -- you want to answer -- so you flip open the phone. You should leave, should slide Yoann off of you and go back to your room, but you find yourself pulling him closer and laying back on the bed.
You hold the phone with one hand and Yoann's thigh with the other and Caroline asks about the game and Manchester and all your usual away-game conversation. It's nice, but Yoann's shifting on your lap and you're distracted. You don't know why, but your hand moves down to your shorts and you ask Caroline what she's wearing. She doesn't answer right away, and you can hear the uncertainty in her voice when she does, like she's not sure why you're asking. You close your eyes and you can see her, on the couch in your living room, hair around her shoulders and in little shorts and one of your old training shirts, and you really can't wait to get back home. You stroke yourself lightly through your shorts and you can't stop yourself from gasping; Caroline asks what's wrong and you tell her what you're doing. You think she's going to hang up for a second, but you keep talking, telling her how much you wish she were there, how much you love her, love touching her and she's not hanging up anymore. Your hand moves inside your shorts and Yoann reaches out and covers your hand with his as you listen to Caroline.
Her voice in your ear, soft and tentative and she's speaking Portuguese, telling you things in words you didn't even think she knew, what it's like to have your hands on her. To have you inside her. You close your eyes, and if you don't think too hard, you can almost believe that the body on top of you is Caroline and not Yoann. He grinds against you, straddling your legs, and his body and Caroline's words make you hard. You move your hand from your cock and hold him down, half-groaning "Don't stop," and they both think you're talking to them.
Her voice gets more confident; her breath hitches as you tell her what you're going to do to her when you get back, and you can tell she's as excited by this as you are. Yoann leans forward and bites at your nipples, reminding you that he's there, and you tip your head back and arch your hips up underneath him. He reaches down between you, hand slipping under your waistband and gripping your cock roughly, and it's not at all like Caroline does it and it's wrong and hot and perfect all at once. Her voice is soft and husky in your ear and she's telling you about her fantasies and where her hands are right now, and you can't believe you've never done this before.
Before you realize where he's going, Yoann's moving down your body, stretching out and getting on his knees, lifting your hips up and easing your shorts off. Caroline's breath is ragged in your ear as you talk to her and you'd be embarrassed if Yoann could understand what you were saying. But he can't and you use all the words you can think of, reminding her of that time in the shower and she's moaning and you can tell she's close.
Yoann's on all fours, hovering over you, and he lets go of your cock and brings his hand up to stroke your face. You look at him as he runs his thumb over your lips and holds your gaze, and there's some expression in his eyes that you can't read. It's almost sad and for a second you think he's about to leave. But he doesn't; he slides back down your body, looking up at you as he leans down and takes your cock in his mouth slowly and your entire body tenses as he moves around you. You have to bite your lip to keep from swearing or saying his name.
Your free hand moves and twists in short hair as you moan and Caroline talks to you, describing what she's doing, sighing and making soft noises, and it's almost like she's here. Except Yoann's less gentle, and his mouth moves hard and fast over you, twisting and moving his hands on you in the same rhythm. You tilt your hips up, half-thrusting into his mouth and it's rough and frantic and sloppy. His teeth scrape lightly on you and if it didn't feel so good, it would almost hurt.
You gasp into the phone and you can't even form sentences anymore, just words and noises. You stroke Yoann's face and he looks up at you as he moves and it's strange and hot and you can't look away. Your legs start shaking and Caroline's breath is shallow and shuddering and it's almost too much. You whisper into the phone and that's all it takes; Caroline gasps and it's quiet but you know she's coming. If you close your eyes you can see her face. You listen to her as Yoann takes you in, deep and intense and all of a sudden it's too much and your hips jerk and you're coming hard.
Your breathing slows and when you open your eyes again, Yoann's crawled up next to you and Caroline's talking and you haven't heard a word. You say "I love you," and they both think you're talking to them.
Pairing: Kaká/Yoann Gourcuff, Kaká/Caroline Celico
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing here is true, the situation and actions here are all made up by me.
Author's Notes: Takes place after the Man U/Milan Champions League semi last Tuesday.
It's not like you planned this. But you didn't want to go back to your room after dinner and you didn't want to go out with Gila and the rest of the squad. You just want to go home, but you settle for watching TV in Yoann's room, sprawled on the bed because Yoann's claimed the desk chair. He spins idly in it and sometimes you forget how young he is. How young you both are, really, and you find yourself watching Yoann more than the TV. He can't sit still and you find that it's making you nervous, so you tell him to come sit next to you and he does. He bounces his legs and the bed shakes with him. You reach out and grab his leg, trying to make him stop, but you hold it a little too long and he looks over at you, confused. It's awkward and you find that you can't look away.
You're about to get up, making some excuse about how tired you are, but Yoann reaches his hand around to the back of your neck, pulling you in and kissing you softly. He bites his lip as he breaks the kiss, and he looks almost afraid as he pulls back, like he's waiting for you to storm out or hit him or something. But you don't. You're not sure if it's boredom or frustration or the way he's looking at you, but you lean forward and kiss him back. It's gentle and a little strange and somehow this feels like you're thirteen again. Yoann fumbles with your shirt and digs his nails into your sides and you pull him closer until he's straddling your lap. He kisses you again, harder this time, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting at your lip and you make low noises in your throat as you unbutton his shirt. He shrugs out of it and runs his hands up under your shirt, lifting it over your head and biting at your collarbone.
Yoann's grinding on your lap now, kissing you hard. His fingers drift down to your waistband and this is going further than you thought. You think about pulling back or finding a reason to leave, and then your phone rings. You lean over to the nightstand, holding Yoann on your lap, and you swear under your breath when you see the name. Caroline. You forgot to call after dinner like normal (Ronaldo makes fun of you for it, but it started before she was even in Milan and you find you miss it when you forget). You have to answer -- you want to answer -- so you flip open the phone. You should leave, should slide Yoann off of you and go back to your room, but you find yourself pulling him closer and laying back on the bed.
You hold the phone with one hand and Yoann's thigh with the other and Caroline asks about the game and Manchester and all your usual away-game conversation. It's nice, but Yoann's shifting on your lap and you're distracted. You don't know why, but your hand moves down to your shorts and you ask Caroline what she's wearing. She doesn't answer right away, and you can hear the uncertainty in her voice when she does, like she's not sure why you're asking. You close your eyes and you can see her, on the couch in your living room, hair around her shoulders and in little shorts and one of your old training shirts, and you really can't wait to get back home. You stroke yourself lightly through your shorts and you can't stop yourself from gasping; Caroline asks what's wrong and you tell her what you're doing. You think she's going to hang up for a second, but you keep talking, telling her how much you wish she were there, how much you love her, love touching her and she's not hanging up anymore. Your hand moves inside your shorts and Yoann reaches out and covers your hand with his as you listen to Caroline.
Her voice in your ear, soft and tentative and she's speaking Portuguese, telling you things in words you didn't even think she knew, what it's like to have your hands on her. To have you inside her. You close your eyes, and if you don't think too hard, you can almost believe that the body on top of you is Caroline and not Yoann. He grinds against you, straddling your legs, and his body and Caroline's words make you hard. You move your hand from your cock and hold him down, half-groaning "Don't stop," and they both think you're talking to them.
Her voice gets more confident; her breath hitches as you tell her what you're going to do to her when you get back, and you can tell she's as excited by this as you are. Yoann leans forward and bites at your nipples, reminding you that he's there, and you tip your head back and arch your hips up underneath him. He reaches down between you, hand slipping under your waistband and gripping your cock roughly, and it's not at all like Caroline does it and it's wrong and hot and perfect all at once. Her voice is soft and husky in your ear and she's telling you about her fantasies and where her hands are right now, and you can't believe you've never done this before.
Before you realize where he's going, Yoann's moving down your body, stretching out and getting on his knees, lifting your hips up and easing your shorts off. Caroline's breath is ragged in your ear as you talk to her and you'd be embarrassed if Yoann could understand what you were saying. But he can't and you use all the words you can think of, reminding her of that time in the shower and she's moaning and you can tell she's close.
Yoann's on all fours, hovering over you, and he lets go of your cock and brings his hand up to stroke your face. You look at him as he runs his thumb over your lips and holds your gaze, and there's some expression in his eyes that you can't read. It's almost sad and for a second you think he's about to leave. But he doesn't; he slides back down your body, looking up at you as he leans down and takes your cock in his mouth slowly and your entire body tenses as he moves around you. You have to bite your lip to keep from swearing or saying his name.
Your free hand moves and twists in short hair as you moan and Caroline talks to you, describing what she's doing, sighing and making soft noises, and it's almost like she's here. Except Yoann's less gentle, and his mouth moves hard and fast over you, twisting and moving his hands on you in the same rhythm. You tilt your hips up, half-thrusting into his mouth and it's rough and frantic and sloppy. His teeth scrape lightly on you and if it didn't feel so good, it would almost hurt.
You gasp into the phone and you can't even form sentences anymore, just words and noises. You stroke Yoann's face and he looks up at you as he moves and it's strange and hot and you can't look away. Your legs start shaking and Caroline's breath is shallow and shuddering and it's almost too much. You whisper into the phone and that's all it takes; Caroline gasps and it's quiet but you know she's coming. If you close your eyes you can see her face. You listen to her as Yoann takes you in, deep and intense and all of a sudden it's too much and your hips jerk and you're coming hard.
Your breathing slows and when you open your eyes again, Yoann's crawled up next to you and Caroline's talking and you haven't heard a word. You say "I love you," and they both think you're talking to them.