Elevator Love Letter -- Robbie Rogers/Sacha Kljestan
Title: Elevator Love Letter
Pairing: Robbie Rogers/Sacha Kljestan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real, all fiction. I know nothing about these players.
Author's Notes: For parka_girl. About 1200 words, I think. Inspired by the pictures at this blog post, and a few others.
You grab Robbie's wrist so that he'll stop trying to grab your ass. The first time, you thought he was going for the cigarettes that ended up in your back pocket (even though you don't smoke, at least not tobacco, so it's weird, but misplaced cigarettes are far from the strangest thing to happen tonight, considering Gordon's taking a girl up to his room). But you gave him the pack and his hand still found its way to your ass, not more than a minute later, and you grab his wrist because you know what comes next when Robbie's like this. Not that you're complaining about what comes next, but you're still in an elevator, with your brother and that random girl, and Benny and Stuart are already pretty much all over each other, and you remind yourself to find out what the deal is there.
But later. Because right now Robbie's wriggled loose of your grip, just enough to slide his hand into yours and move closer, and you still can't believe how different Robbie is after a few drinks. Like two different people, almost, which is, you think, probably why you've never hooked up sober. Because Robbie's cautious, shy, or whatever word you want to use to mean that he doesn't touch you until at least the fourth drink. But you both passed that point a long time ago, so you tug at him until you're pressed against the elevator wall and he's leaning back against you, and you're actually sort of grateful to Stuart for pressing every button for every floor as soon as you all got in.
You lean back, resting against the wall, and you watch Benny and Stuart and try to figure out when that happened and if you should have noticed it before. Robbie lets you rest your hand on his hip, pressing him back against you a little more and it's almost restful for pretty much the first time since you all arrived in Vegas. You close your eyes and listen to Robbie and Stuart and Gordon all drunkenly claiming the last cigarette in the pack, and you're wasted enough that it's all sort of hilarious, so you laugh, suddenly and too loudly, and Benny looks at you like you're crazy, and then, finally the elevator stops and you're at your floor. Robbie reaches his hand down to yours again, leaning back and saying something into your ear, and you don't hear all the words, but then he bites just under your ear, and you don't need to hear him to get the message.
He almost drags you down to his room, and you wonder for a second where Brad ended up -- he wasn't in the elevator, and you don't want him to walk in on whatever's about to happen -- but then Robbie opens the door and pushes you against the wall and you stop thinking about anyone besides him. He presses against you, working himself between your legs, and kisses you hard, and this is always your favorite part. His mouth on yours, just barely open at first and then wider, his hand on the back of your neck and he makes soft noises that you never get tired of hearing. You can taste the traces of his cigarette and Corona and lime, and you want more of this, arching up into him, your hands on his ass and you press your hips together until he gasps into your mouth.
You pull back a little, just enough to break the kiss and look at him, and he nods in response to the question you're not asking out loud. "Please." You smile and kiss him again, harder this time and biting at his lips, pushing off from the wall and you both sort of stumble toward the bed until you fall onto it and Robbie falls onto you. You laugh at him before you can stop yourself, but the bed's sort of spinning for you, too, and he tells you to shut up but you kiss him instead. You shift slowly, moving until he's on his back on the bed. You lean down and kiss him harder, hands unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it back off of his shoulders. He sits up a little, shrugging it off and pulling at the hem of your shirt until you get the hint and take it off. He pulls you in, hands on your back and god, you've missed touching him more than you knew. You reach your free hand down, pressing it against him, soft at first and then harder, until he gasps. He's hard already, flushed and digging his nails into your back, and it's all you can do to pull away to get a condom. You grab the lotion from the sink, too, stripping off the rest of your clothes and leaving them in the bathroom.
You can hear Robbie calling you from the bedroom, and you come back in, crawling on top of him again and pushing him further onto the bed. He wriggles out of his pants and boxers, arching his hips up into you. You kick his clothes off the bed, nudging his legs apart again and getting on your knees, and he pulls you down to kiss him as you squeeze some lotion on your fingers and slowly slide one into him. He inhales sharply, shuddering a little before exhaling into a moan. You twist your fingers inside him, and he bites his lip and almost whines. You worry that you've hurt him for a second, and you stop, but then he scratches at your back and says "don't fucking stop" and you grin and do it again harder. He gasps, leaning up just enough to bite your shoulder and you've got to fuck him now.
You pull back for a second, just enough to put on the condom and you thrust into him roughly, hand on his chest at first and then sliding down to his hip. He arches again, wrapping his legs around you to pull you in closer, pressing himself up against you and making sharp noises as you move inside him. You move your hand over to his cock, stroking him hard, and he closes his eyes and tips his head back, muttering "fuck" almost to himself. You bite at his throat, just enough to leave a mark, and you can feel him shuddering underneath you. He clenches around you, tight as you thrust harder, pressing his hips up into you and you can tell he's close already. You pull at his cock, thrusting in time with your strokes, and he moans and arches once more, tensing and coming hard into your hand.
He stills, leaning up to kiss you hard, mouth open and a little breathless. You thrust harder into him, moving your hand from his cock to his hip, and he bites at your lip and pulls at you again, and you move faster, close and almost shaking. He digs his nails into your back, clinging a little and that's what sends you over. You come, moving hard and fast inside him and kissing him softly as you slow.
You pull out and Robbie holds you, and it's almost tender for a second. You lay down next to him and he kisses you, and you know you should get up, get dressed and probably leave, but you don't want to. So you don't.
Pairing: Robbie Rogers/Sacha Kljestan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real, all fiction. I know nothing about these players.
Author's Notes: For parka_girl. About 1200 words, I think. Inspired by the pictures at this blog post, and a few others.
You grab Robbie's wrist so that he'll stop trying to grab your ass. The first time, you thought he was going for the cigarettes that ended up in your back pocket (even though you don't smoke, at least not tobacco, so it's weird, but misplaced cigarettes are far from the strangest thing to happen tonight, considering Gordon's taking a girl up to his room). But you gave him the pack and his hand still found its way to your ass, not more than a minute later, and you grab his wrist because you know what comes next when Robbie's like this. Not that you're complaining about what comes next, but you're still in an elevator, with your brother and that random girl, and Benny and Stuart are already pretty much all over each other, and you remind yourself to find out what the deal is there.
But later. Because right now Robbie's wriggled loose of your grip, just enough to slide his hand into yours and move closer, and you still can't believe how different Robbie is after a few drinks. Like two different people, almost, which is, you think, probably why you've never hooked up sober. Because Robbie's cautious, shy, or whatever word you want to use to mean that he doesn't touch you until at least the fourth drink. But you both passed that point a long time ago, so you tug at him until you're pressed against the elevator wall and he's leaning back against you, and you're actually sort of grateful to Stuart for pressing every button for every floor as soon as you all got in.
You lean back, resting against the wall, and you watch Benny and Stuart and try to figure out when that happened and if you should have noticed it before. Robbie lets you rest your hand on his hip, pressing him back against you a little more and it's almost restful for pretty much the first time since you all arrived in Vegas. You close your eyes and listen to Robbie and Stuart and Gordon all drunkenly claiming the last cigarette in the pack, and you're wasted enough that it's all sort of hilarious, so you laugh, suddenly and too loudly, and Benny looks at you like you're crazy, and then, finally the elevator stops and you're at your floor. Robbie reaches his hand down to yours again, leaning back and saying something into your ear, and you don't hear all the words, but then he bites just under your ear, and you don't need to hear him to get the message.
He almost drags you down to his room, and you wonder for a second where Brad ended up -- he wasn't in the elevator, and you don't want him to walk in on whatever's about to happen -- but then Robbie opens the door and pushes you against the wall and you stop thinking about anyone besides him. He presses against you, working himself between your legs, and kisses you hard, and this is always your favorite part. His mouth on yours, just barely open at first and then wider, his hand on the back of your neck and he makes soft noises that you never get tired of hearing. You can taste the traces of his cigarette and Corona and lime, and you want more of this, arching up into him, your hands on his ass and you press your hips together until he gasps into your mouth.
You pull back a little, just enough to break the kiss and look at him, and he nods in response to the question you're not asking out loud. "Please." You smile and kiss him again, harder this time and biting at his lips, pushing off from the wall and you both sort of stumble toward the bed until you fall onto it and Robbie falls onto you. You laugh at him before you can stop yourself, but the bed's sort of spinning for you, too, and he tells you to shut up but you kiss him instead. You shift slowly, moving until he's on his back on the bed. You lean down and kiss him harder, hands unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it back off of his shoulders. He sits up a little, shrugging it off and pulling at the hem of your shirt until you get the hint and take it off. He pulls you in, hands on your back and god, you've missed touching him more than you knew. You reach your free hand down, pressing it against him, soft at first and then harder, until he gasps. He's hard already, flushed and digging his nails into your back, and it's all you can do to pull away to get a condom. You grab the lotion from the sink, too, stripping off the rest of your clothes and leaving them in the bathroom.
You can hear Robbie calling you from the bedroom, and you come back in, crawling on top of him again and pushing him further onto the bed. He wriggles out of his pants and boxers, arching his hips up into you. You kick his clothes off the bed, nudging his legs apart again and getting on your knees, and he pulls you down to kiss him as you squeeze some lotion on your fingers and slowly slide one into him. He inhales sharply, shuddering a little before exhaling into a moan. You twist your fingers inside him, and he bites his lip and almost whines. You worry that you've hurt him for a second, and you stop, but then he scratches at your back and says "don't fucking stop" and you grin and do it again harder. He gasps, leaning up just enough to bite your shoulder and you've got to fuck him now.
You pull back for a second, just enough to put on the condom and you thrust into him roughly, hand on his chest at first and then sliding down to his hip. He arches again, wrapping his legs around you to pull you in closer, pressing himself up against you and making sharp noises as you move inside him. You move your hand over to his cock, stroking him hard, and he closes his eyes and tips his head back, muttering "fuck" almost to himself. You bite at his throat, just enough to leave a mark, and you can feel him shuddering underneath you. He clenches around you, tight as you thrust harder, pressing his hips up into you and you can tell he's close already. You pull at his cock, thrusting in time with your strokes, and he moans and arches once more, tensing and coming hard into your hand.
He stills, leaning up to kiss you hard, mouth open and a little breathless. You thrust harder into him, moving your hand from his cock to his hip, and he bites at your lip and pulls at you again, and you move faster, close and almost shaking. He digs his nails into your back, clinging a little and that's what sends you over. You come, moving hard and fast inside him and kissing him softly as you slow.
You pull out and Robbie holds you, and it's almost tender for a second. You lay down next to him and he kisses you, and you know you should get up, get dressed and probably leave, but you don't want to. So you don't.