The Night Before -- Cesc Fabregas/Philippe Senderos
Title: The Night Before
Authors: metafic and parka_girl
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Philippe Senderos
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. We don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Just for fun. Takes place sometime this season. Cross-posting here for my reference.
Cesc shifts, finding it hard to lay still. He fidgets even though he knows Phil is trying to read, but it's Friday night and he doesn't care that they have a match the next day. He picks up his book and then tosses it on the floor in frustration. Phil sighs and turns to face Cesc.
"What, exactly, is your problem?"
Cesc flushes slightly, annoyed more than embarrassed. "Nothing."
Phil tries to stop himself from rolling his eyes, and fails. "No, seriously. What is it? Did something happen on Desperate Housewives?"
Cesc glares at Phil, frowning and rolling away. He stares crossly at the wall. "Shut up. I'm fine. Go back to your book."
"I'm sorry. What's bothering you? Just tell me."
"Nothing." He rolls onto his back, crossing his arms. "It's just ... Why are you no fun tonight?"
"We have a game tomorrow, remember? The boss would kill us if we went out or something."
"We don't have to go out. It's ..." He glances at the clock. "Almost midnight and we're already in bed."
Phil thinks he knows where this is going, but he can't resist teasing Cesc a little bit. "So, what exactly are you suggesting?"
"Something that doesn't involve reading --" He reaches over and looks at the cover of Phil's book. "That's not in English."
"What's wrong with Dante?"
Cesc huffs a little, frowning. "Nothing, but you're ignoring me."
"Cesc. Quit pouting and tell me what you want."
"Attention."
"Meaning?"
"I don't know."
"… I need some help here."
Cesc glances over at Phil and looks like he's going to say something, but doesn't. Instead he rolls over and into Phil.
This." He leans over and kisses Phil, hard.
Phil grins into Cesc's mouth and slides his hand down his side, pulling Cesc closer. He moves to kiss Cesc's jaw. "Why didn't you say so?"
Cesc half crawls onto Phil, tipping his head slightly to give him better access. "I'm not good with words, like you."
Phil raises his hips slightly, grinding into Cesc and shifting so Cesc is fully on top of him.
"Yeah, but I'm not good with pouting."
"I know." There's a hint of teasing in Cesc's voice as he pushes his hands under Phil's shirt. Phil pushes himself up to sitting and pulls Cesc's hips down onto his. He helps Cesc take off his shirt, tossing it to the side of the bed.
"So I'm just supposed to guess what's wrong with you?"
Cesc frowns as he lifts his gaze to meet Phil's. "I'm fine." He knows he's lying, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have the guts to explain things properly. Phil stops and pulls back, forcing Cesc to look at him.
"You have that face again. What is it, Cesc?"
"Nothing." He thinks about turning away, about looking somewhere else, but he doesn't. He just frowns at Phil.
Phil's finding it hard to concentrate with Cesc on his lap, but he presses on. "You are such a bad liar. Just tell me what it is."
He glares at Phil, but he finds it's hard to not tell him. He shifts forward, pressing his face against Phil's neck. When he speaks, everything comes out in a rush and is almost muffled by Phil's neck.
"Why wouldn't you let me fuck you?"
Phil doesn't know what he was expecting to hear, but that definitely wasn't it. He's almost speechless, but Cesc is looking at him, waiting for his reaction. All he can come up with is "What? When?"
"Ever." He shifts, making as if to roll off Phil. "It's always about you and you fucking me and ..." He trails off, blushing now and feeling extremely small and stupid.
Phil's definitely in over his head now. "No, hey. Stay. I didn't know ... I didn't know you wanted that, too."
"You never thought to ask." He knows he sounds petulant, but he doesn't really care. He's not backing down now.
Phil leans in and kisses Cesc. "You never said anything. I'm sorry."
Cesc doesn't pull away, but he thinks about it. Instead he just sighs against Phil's mouth. "How was I supposed to?"
"Did you think I would get mad or something?"
Cesc pulls back a little. "Yes."
Phil half-holds Cesc, his arm resting on Cesc's hip. "Why?"
"Because you're ..." He trails off as he tries to sort out exactly what it is he wants to say. He runs his hand through his hair and lifts his gaze, catching Phil's. "You're you. And. I don't know, I didn't think you'd want to and maybe you'd think I was stupid."
Phil almost starts laughing, but catches himself. "Wow, did we get that wrong."
Cesc pushes away from Phil, looking a little offended. "Got what wrong?" Phil tightens his hold on Cesc, wanting to explain before he gets all huffy again.
"We were both too afraid to say anything, and I think we want the same thing."
Cesc blinks several times before speaking. "We both want ..." He trails off, staring at Phil.
Now it's Phil who can't hold Cesc's gaze. He looks down at the sheets and mutters, "Um. Yeah?"
Cesc tries to force himself not to smile, but it doesn't work. He shifts, reaching and tipping Phil's head up.
"Really."
Phil bites his lip and tries to look away. "I didn't think you'd want to."
Cesc's eyes go a little wide and for a moment he's at a loss for words. Eventually he manages to find his voice. "I kind of, um, want to."
Phil feels something like relief go through him, and he didn't know until then that he had been worried. He puts his hand on Cesc's neck and pulls him into a kiss, because for once he can't find any words. Cesc sort of grins against Phil's mouth, kissing him back. But at the same time, his stomach flips and he's suddenly not sure what he's doing. He frowns, breaking the kiss.
Phil makes an impatient noise and pulls back to look at Cesc. "What is it?"
Cesc chews on his bottom lip, not quite meeting Phil's gaze. "I might. . . . Um. Not have thought this all through."
"Thought what all through?"
Cesc blushes. "The whole, uh, fucking you thing."
"It's . . . not really that difficult."
"Says you!" Cesc pokes Phil in the chest. "It's all you do."
Phil isn't really sure how to take that, but settles for pushing Cesc off his lap and pinning him underneath him. "All I do, huh?"
"You're doing it now."
Phil smirks and starts sliding down Cesc's chest, working his hands under Cesc's boxers and kissing along the waistband. "Am I?"
"Fuck," Cesc mutters, hips arching against his own wishes. "I mean, um. Yes?"
Phil takes advantage of Cesc's position to slide his boxers off. He takes Cesc's cock in his mouth quickly, smiling as he hears Cesc gasp above him.
"Fuck you." Cesc is breathless and his fingers curl against the sheets. "That's not fair."
Phil stops, pushing himself up and away from Cesc. He can't stop himself from grinning as he says, "Oh. I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?"
Cesc growls, a sort of low noise that even he doesn't expect. He leans over, pushing Phil onto his back. "That's even worse. Jerk." He mutters and then slides his hand down Phil's chest, stopping at the top of his boxers.
"Well, now I definitely can't do anything."
"It's called revenge." Cesc grins, probably too widely, but he doesn't care. He pushes his fingers between fabric and skin, just grazing the base of Phil's cock. Phil bites his lip again and groans as Cesc's fingers brush him lightly and move away just as fast.
"Revenge? I was trying to be nice."
"For stopping, idiot." Cesc slides his hand around Phil's cock, squeezing it lightly, but not stroking.
"You said I wasn't being fair. I didn't want that." Phil's sort of surprised that he can keep up a conversation with Cesc's hand sliding around him. Cesc pulls at Phil's cock and then frees his hand, pushing at Phil's boxers, trying to tug them off, and muttering, "You are so infuriating."
Phil lifts his hips and wriggles out of his boxers, touching Cesc's hand with his own as he does. "What am I doing wrong now?"
Cesc doesn't answer, just glares at Phil and then climbs over him. His hands are shaking slightly, but he curls them in fists for a moment and it's over. He sort of stops, not quite sitting on Phil's legs and Phil finally gets it. He runs his hands over Cesc's thighs, trying to encourage him without coaching or directing.
Cesc looks down at Phil and it's weird. It's different and he doesn't really know how to explain it. He leans forward, sort of sliding up Phil's body, and kisses him hard. His hips press against Phil's and he shivers. Phil opens his mouth under Cesc's insistent kisses. He shifts under Cesc, spreading his legs and twisting them up around Cesc's hips, realizing as he does that he's no longer in control.
Cesc is lost in the kiss and he doesn't notice, at least not at first, what's happening. He shifts, and then he feels Phil's legs and he pulls back. Not a lot, but enough so that he brushes against Phil's cock with his own. He lifts his gaze, catching Phil's. Phil raises his eyebrows and nods slightly.
"Okay?"
"Is this ... Um. This is weird." Cesc blushes, biting his bottom lip.
Phil reaches down between them, stroking Cesc's cock along with his own. "You know what I do to you? Just take it slow."
"I ..." Cesc stops and closes his eyes. He shifts, sort of leaning forward and crawling over Phil. He digs in the nightstand and for a moment he panics, but knows the lube is in this drawer. It's been there forever and then he finds it and shifts back, biting his lip as he takes off the lid.
Phil nods again, suppressing a moan as Cesc's fingers scrape lightly against him. Cesc squeezes the lube onto his fingers and he closes his eyes for a moment. It's not like he doesn't know what to do. He can see Phil, fingers sliding into him and his eyes snap open.
He pushes Phil's legs up and slides a finger into Phil. He can definitely do this. Phil sucks in a breath and he's more nervous than he realized. Cesc's finger is slick and twisting inside him; he adds a second and Phil has to bite his lip to keep quiet.
Cesc pushes his fingers in deeper, glancing up and he is fascinated with the way Phil reacts. He thinks maybe he understands why Phil enjoys this so much. He twists his fingers again, then pulls them out. Doesn't look at Phil, but instead concentrates on his hand, wiping it off on discarded boxers, then squeezing more lube on.
Phil closes his eyes and is surprised to find himself moaning when Cesc takes his fingers out. He's not sure he's ever felt quite this vulnerable before. Cesc strokes Phil's cock, hands slick with lube, twisting around him and Phil gasps and almost writhes underneath Cesc.
Cesc shifts, leaning forward and placing a kiss against the base of Phil's cock, then pulls back. He curls his hand around himself, stroking and somewhere in the back of his mind, he's telling himself he can do this. He pushes Phil's legs up a bit more and presses his cock against Phil's ass. Glances up, looking at Phil, but his eyes are closed and Cesc finds it almost too much.
Cesc stops moving and Phil opens his eyes; Cesc is looking down at him and Phil hasn't ever seen that expression in his eyes before. He can't describe it, really. It's a mix of lust and tenderness and a little bit of concern and it just makes Phil harder.
Cesc reaches out and takes Phil's cock into his hand; he strokes it once, then drops his hands against Phil's thighs. He takes a long, deep breath and then presses his cock against Phil's ass. He half-thrusts but he can't do it. He looks at Phil, seeking permission or help, he doesn't know which.
Phil looks up at Cesc and pulls him down into a kiss, whispering "I want this" against his mouth. He bites Cesc's lower lip as he pulls back, and nods again. Cesc shivers, but Phil's words are all he needs. Pushes against Phil and then he thrusts, sliding in. He goes slow; he doesn't think he could move faster even if he wanted to. Glances up, watching Phil's face and against he can't get over how different this is. How it's all about power and he doesn't know that he's ever felt like this before.
Phil closes his eyes and moans, powerless to do anything except work his hips in time with Cesc's thrusts. Cesc is getting more confident now, holding Phil's shoulders still with one hand as he works his cock with the other one, and even if Phil wanted to move, he couldn't.
"Tell me ..." Cesc starts, panting as he thrusts in deeper. "Tell me that this is what you want." He doesn't know why he's asking, except he has to know. Needs to know. He pushes in further, and if he closes his eyes, he can see Phil fucking him and he tries to imitate what he sees.
Phil works his arms free of Cesc and pulls him down again, kissing him hard and moving to bite his ear.
"I want this, Cesc, fuck me." He doesn't bother to keep his voice down and he wraps his legs tighter around Cesc. Cesc can't even find the words to reply. He thrusts hard into Phil, moving his hips faster and almost rough. Mouth against Phil's neck, almost biting but not quite. He can barely think as he moves, thrusting and he's far too close.
Phil moves his hips in time with Cesc's thrusts, inhaling sharply and growling as Cesc finds the perfect rhythm. He moves his head to meet Cesc's mouth, kissing him hard and god, he really can't take much more of this. Cesc thrusts harder and he's sort of losing himself in all of this. A part of him wonders if it's like this for Phil every time, but the thoughts don't last long. He's close, probably too close and he curls his hand tighter around Phil's cock. Phil arches his back, tipping his head back into the pillow and grabbing the sheets with his hands. He moves his hips under Cesc and this is all new to him.
"Phil ..." Cesc starts, but he has no idea what to say. He moves his hips faster and he's already shuddering. Jerks his hand around Phil's cock, but he's barely paying attention. Phil didn't realize he had closed his eyes, but he opens them when he hears Cesc. It's all he can do to gasp "What?"
"I don't ... I'm." Cesc knows what he wants to say, but he can't. Instead he shudders, jerking his hips and then he's coming. Thrusting deep into Phil and his head sort of rolls back, eyes closed. Cesc's hips slam into Phil, hard and it's almost more than Phil can take. Cesc's eyes are closed, but his hand is still on Phil's cock, moving fast and twisting around him.
Cesc's eyes snap open after a moment and his hips slow, but he's still in Phil. He leans back in, hand pulling harder on Phil's cock. As he leans in, Phil's cock is caught between their bodies and Cesc experiments, moving his body forward, just to see how Phil will react. Phil gasps at the extra friction as Cesc leans over him. Cesc's hand is still down between them, stroking Phil's cock, and Phil can feel himself getting closer to the edge. His legs begin to shake as Cesc strokes harder and when Cesc leans over and pulls him into a rough kiss, Phil loses control and he comes.
Cesc grins against Phil's mouth, hand stroking Phil as he comes. He kisses him again, softer this time. Waits until Phil has slowed, then pulls his hand out from between them. He pulls back, just far enough so he can look down at Phil.
Phil smiles up at Cesc, exhausted but satisfied. "That was ... you sure you've never done this before?"
Cesc blushes furiously, ducking his head. "I just ... did what you said." He has to stop and sort out what he wants to say. "I just, you know, thought of you fucking me." Phil pulls Cesc down onto him and kisses him hard. He can't resist whispering "So, I'm that good, huh?"
Cesc swats at Phil, but he's laughing into the kiss. "Maybe."
"Because I have to tell you, that was pretty great. You've been holding out on me, Fabregas." Phil bites Cesc's ear and reaches down to grab his ass.
Cesc blushes again, ducking his head and pressing his face briefly against Phil's neck. Once there, though, he presses his mouth against Phil's skin, sucking lightly. Then he pulls back and looks at Phil. "I have not!"
"How do you explain that, then?" Phil runs his hands along Cesc's sides, sliding Cesc forward and out of him until they're face-to-face, Cesc's hands on either side of Phil. Cesc shifts his hips, pulling out of Phil as he moves. He rubs his fingers along the sides of Phil's shoulders.
"Beginner's luck."
Phil turns his head, closing his eyes as he kisses Cesc's hands. "Well. It was good."
Cesc reaches back, grabbing the duvet and pulling it over them, even though he knows they should probably shower or clean off. He blushes a little and settles into Phil's arms. "I'm glad. I was worried. A little."
Phil pulls Cesc closer to him, not caring that they’re both sticky and sweaty, and kisses his neck. "You didn't have to be. I love you."
Cesc grins and it's wide and he feels like he won't ever stop grinning. He tips Phil's head toward him and shifts, leaning in until he can kiss him. "I love you too," he mumbles against Phil's mouth.
Phil smiles and leans into the kiss, holding the back of Cesc's head with his free hand. He breaks away, yawning. "We should go to bed."
Cesc mumbles something unintelligible and curls up in Phil's arms. "Mmkay. We don't have to move, right?"
Phil wraps his arms around Cesc and presses against his back. "No. Stay right where you are."
Authors: metafic and parka_girl
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Philippe Senderos
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. We don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Just for fun. Takes place sometime this season. Cross-posting here for my reference.
Cesc shifts, finding it hard to lay still. He fidgets even though he knows Phil is trying to read, but it's Friday night and he doesn't care that they have a match the next day. He picks up his book and then tosses it on the floor in frustration. Phil sighs and turns to face Cesc.
"What, exactly, is your problem?"
Cesc flushes slightly, annoyed more than embarrassed. "Nothing."
Phil tries to stop himself from rolling his eyes, and fails. "No, seriously. What is it? Did something happen on Desperate Housewives?"
Cesc glares at Phil, frowning and rolling away. He stares crossly at the wall. "Shut up. I'm fine. Go back to your book."
"I'm sorry. What's bothering you? Just tell me."
"Nothing." He rolls onto his back, crossing his arms. "It's just ... Why are you no fun tonight?"
"We have a game tomorrow, remember? The boss would kill us if we went out or something."
"We don't have to go out. It's ..." He glances at the clock. "Almost midnight and we're already in bed."
Phil thinks he knows where this is going, but he can't resist teasing Cesc a little bit. "So, what exactly are you suggesting?"
"Something that doesn't involve reading --" He reaches over and looks at the cover of Phil's book. "That's not in English."
"What's wrong with Dante?"
Cesc huffs a little, frowning. "Nothing, but you're ignoring me."
"Cesc. Quit pouting and tell me what you want."
"Attention."
"Meaning?"
"I don't know."
"… I need some help here."
Cesc glances over at Phil and looks like he's going to say something, but doesn't. Instead he rolls over and into Phil.
This." He leans over and kisses Phil, hard.
Phil grins into Cesc's mouth and slides his hand down his side, pulling Cesc closer. He moves to kiss Cesc's jaw. "Why didn't you say so?"
Cesc half crawls onto Phil, tipping his head slightly to give him better access. "I'm not good with words, like you."
Phil raises his hips slightly, grinding into Cesc and shifting so Cesc is fully on top of him.
"Yeah, but I'm not good with pouting."
"I know." There's a hint of teasing in Cesc's voice as he pushes his hands under Phil's shirt. Phil pushes himself up to sitting and pulls Cesc's hips down onto his. He helps Cesc take off his shirt, tossing it to the side of the bed.
"So I'm just supposed to guess what's wrong with you?"
Cesc frowns as he lifts his gaze to meet Phil's. "I'm fine." He knows he's lying, but he's pretty sure he doesn't have the guts to explain things properly. Phil stops and pulls back, forcing Cesc to look at him.
"You have that face again. What is it, Cesc?"
"Nothing." He thinks about turning away, about looking somewhere else, but he doesn't. He just frowns at Phil.
Phil's finding it hard to concentrate with Cesc on his lap, but he presses on. "You are such a bad liar. Just tell me what it is."
He glares at Phil, but he finds it's hard to not tell him. He shifts forward, pressing his face against Phil's neck. When he speaks, everything comes out in a rush and is almost muffled by Phil's neck.
"Why wouldn't you let me fuck you?"
Phil doesn't know what he was expecting to hear, but that definitely wasn't it. He's almost speechless, but Cesc is looking at him, waiting for his reaction. All he can come up with is "What? When?"
"Ever." He shifts, making as if to roll off Phil. "It's always about you and you fucking me and ..." He trails off, blushing now and feeling extremely small and stupid.
Phil's definitely in over his head now. "No, hey. Stay. I didn't know ... I didn't know you wanted that, too."
"You never thought to ask." He knows he sounds petulant, but he doesn't really care. He's not backing down now.
Phil leans in and kisses Cesc. "You never said anything. I'm sorry."
Cesc doesn't pull away, but he thinks about it. Instead he just sighs against Phil's mouth. "How was I supposed to?"
"Did you think I would get mad or something?"
Cesc pulls back a little. "Yes."
Phil half-holds Cesc, his arm resting on Cesc's hip. "Why?"
"Because you're ..." He trails off as he tries to sort out exactly what it is he wants to say. He runs his hand through his hair and lifts his gaze, catching Phil's. "You're you. And. I don't know, I didn't think you'd want to and maybe you'd think I was stupid."
Phil almost starts laughing, but catches himself. "Wow, did we get that wrong."
Cesc pushes away from Phil, looking a little offended. "Got what wrong?" Phil tightens his hold on Cesc, wanting to explain before he gets all huffy again.
"We were both too afraid to say anything, and I think we want the same thing."
Cesc blinks several times before speaking. "We both want ..." He trails off, staring at Phil.
Now it's Phil who can't hold Cesc's gaze. He looks down at the sheets and mutters, "Um. Yeah?"
Cesc tries to force himself not to smile, but it doesn't work. He shifts, reaching and tipping Phil's head up.
"Really."
Phil bites his lip and tries to look away. "I didn't think you'd want to."
Cesc's eyes go a little wide and for a moment he's at a loss for words. Eventually he manages to find his voice. "I kind of, um, want to."
Phil feels something like relief go through him, and he didn't know until then that he had been worried. He puts his hand on Cesc's neck and pulls him into a kiss, because for once he can't find any words. Cesc sort of grins against Phil's mouth, kissing him back. But at the same time, his stomach flips and he's suddenly not sure what he's doing. He frowns, breaking the kiss.
Phil makes an impatient noise and pulls back to look at Cesc. "What is it?"
Cesc chews on his bottom lip, not quite meeting Phil's gaze. "I might. . . . Um. Not have thought this all through."
"Thought what all through?"
Cesc blushes. "The whole, uh, fucking you thing."
"It's . . . not really that difficult."
"Says you!" Cesc pokes Phil in the chest. "It's all you do."
Phil isn't really sure how to take that, but settles for pushing Cesc off his lap and pinning him underneath him. "All I do, huh?"
"You're doing it now."
Phil smirks and starts sliding down Cesc's chest, working his hands under Cesc's boxers and kissing along the waistband. "Am I?"
"Fuck," Cesc mutters, hips arching against his own wishes. "I mean, um. Yes?"
Phil takes advantage of Cesc's position to slide his boxers off. He takes Cesc's cock in his mouth quickly, smiling as he hears Cesc gasp above him.
"Fuck you." Cesc is breathless and his fingers curl against the sheets. "That's not fair."
Phil stops, pushing himself up and away from Cesc. He can't stop himself from grinning as he says, "Oh. I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?"
Cesc growls, a sort of low noise that even he doesn't expect. He leans over, pushing Phil onto his back. "That's even worse. Jerk." He mutters and then slides his hand down Phil's chest, stopping at the top of his boxers.
"Well, now I definitely can't do anything."
"It's called revenge." Cesc grins, probably too widely, but he doesn't care. He pushes his fingers between fabric and skin, just grazing the base of Phil's cock. Phil bites his lip again and groans as Cesc's fingers brush him lightly and move away just as fast.
"Revenge? I was trying to be nice."
"For stopping, idiot." Cesc slides his hand around Phil's cock, squeezing it lightly, but not stroking.
"You said I wasn't being fair. I didn't want that." Phil's sort of surprised that he can keep up a conversation with Cesc's hand sliding around him. Cesc pulls at Phil's cock and then frees his hand, pushing at Phil's boxers, trying to tug them off, and muttering, "You are so infuriating."
Phil lifts his hips and wriggles out of his boxers, touching Cesc's hand with his own as he does. "What am I doing wrong now?"
Cesc doesn't answer, just glares at Phil and then climbs over him. His hands are shaking slightly, but he curls them in fists for a moment and it's over. He sort of stops, not quite sitting on Phil's legs and Phil finally gets it. He runs his hands over Cesc's thighs, trying to encourage him without coaching or directing.
Cesc looks down at Phil and it's weird. It's different and he doesn't really know how to explain it. He leans forward, sort of sliding up Phil's body, and kisses him hard. His hips press against Phil's and he shivers. Phil opens his mouth under Cesc's insistent kisses. He shifts under Cesc, spreading his legs and twisting them up around Cesc's hips, realizing as he does that he's no longer in control.
Cesc is lost in the kiss and he doesn't notice, at least not at first, what's happening. He shifts, and then he feels Phil's legs and he pulls back. Not a lot, but enough so that he brushes against Phil's cock with his own. He lifts his gaze, catching Phil's. Phil raises his eyebrows and nods slightly.
"Okay?"
"Is this ... Um. This is weird." Cesc blushes, biting his bottom lip.
Phil reaches down between them, stroking Cesc's cock along with his own. "You know what I do to you? Just take it slow."
"I ..." Cesc stops and closes his eyes. He shifts, sort of leaning forward and crawling over Phil. He digs in the nightstand and for a moment he panics, but knows the lube is in this drawer. It's been there forever and then he finds it and shifts back, biting his lip as he takes off the lid.
Phil nods again, suppressing a moan as Cesc's fingers scrape lightly against him. Cesc squeezes the lube onto his fingers and he closes his eyes for a moment. It's not like he doesn't know what to do. He can see Phil, fingers sliding into him and his eyes snap open.
He pushes Phil's legs up and slides a finger into Phil. He can definitely do this. Phil sucks in a breath and he's more nervous than he realized. Cesc's finger is slick and twisting inside him; he adds a second and Phil has to bite his lip to keep quiet.
Cesc pushes his fingers in deeper, glancing up and he is fascinated with the way Phil reacts. He thinks maybe he understands why Phil enjoys this so much. He twists his fingers again, then pulls them out. Doesn't look at Phil, but instead concentrates on his hand, wiping it off on discarded boxers, then squeezing more lube on.
Phil closes his eyes and is surprised to find himself moaning when Cesc takes his fingers out. He's not sure he's ever felt quite this vulnerable before. Cesc strokes Phil's cock, hands slick with lube, twisting around him and Phil gasps and almost writhes underneath Cesc.
Cesc shifts, leaning forward and placing a kiss against the base of Phil's cock, then pulls back. He curls his hand around himself, stroking and somewhere in the back of his mind, he's telling himself he can do this. He pushes Phil's legs up a bit more and presses his cock against Phil's ass. Glances up, looking at Phil, but his eyes are closed and Cesc finds it almost too much.
Cesc stops moving and Phil opens his eyes; Cesc is looking down at him and Phil hasn't ever seen that expression in his eyes before. He can't describe it, really. It's a mix of lust and tenderness and a little bit of concern and it just makes Phil harder.
Cesc reaches out and takes Phil's cock into his hand; he strokes it once, then drops his hands against Phil's thighs. He takes a long, deep breath and then presses his cock against Phil's ass. He half-thrusts but he can't do it. He looks at Phil, seeking permission or help, he doesn't know which.
Phil looks up at Cesc and pulls him down into a kiss, whispering "I want this" against his mouth. He bites Cesc's lower lip as he pulls back, and nods again. Cesc shivers, but Phil's words are all he needs. Pushes against Phil and then he thrusts, sliding in. He goes slow; he doesn't think he could move faster even if he wanted to. Glances up, watching Phil's face and against he can't get over how different this is. How it's all about power and he doesn't know that he's ever felt like this before.
Phil closes his eyes and moans, powerless to do anything except work his hips in time with Cesc's thrusts. Cesc is getting more confident now, holding Phil's shoulders still with one hand as he works his cock with the other one, and even if Phil wanted to move, he couldn't.
"Tell me ..." Cesc starts, panting as he thrusts in deeper. "Tell me that this is what you want." He doesn't know why he's asking, except he has to know. Needs to know. He pushes in further, and if he closes his eyes, he can see Phil fucking him and he tries to imitate what he sees.
Phil works his arms free of Cesc and pulls him down again, kissing him hard and moving to bite his ear.
"I want this, Cesc, fuck me." He doesn't bother to keep his voice down and he wraps his legs tighter around Cesc. Cesc can't even find the words to reply. He thrusts hard into Phil, moving his hips faster and almost rough. Mouth against Phil's neck, almost biting but not quite. He can barely think as he moves, thrusting and he's far too close.
Phil moves his hips in time with Cesc's thrusts, inhaling sharply and growling as Cesc finds the perfect rhythm. He moves his head to meet Cesc's mouth, kissing him hard and god, he really can't take much more of this. Cesc thrusts harder and he's sort of losing himself in all of this. A part of him wonders if it's like this for Phil every time, but the thoughts don't last long. He's close, probably too close and he curls his hand tighter around Phil's cock. Phil arches his back, tipping his head back into the pillow and grabbing the sheets with his hands. He moves his hips under Cesc and this is all new to him.
"Phil ..." Cesc starts, but he has no idea what to say. He moves his hips faster and he's already shuddering. Jerks his hand around Phil's cock, but he's barely paying attention. Phil didn't realize he had closed his eyes, but he opens them when he hears Cesc. It's all he can do to gasp "What?"
"I don't ... I'm." Cesc knows what he wants to say, but he can't. Instead he shudders, jerking his hips and then he's coming. Thrusting deep into Phil and his head sort of rolls back, eyes closed. Cesc's hips slam into Phil, hard and it's almost more than Phil can take. Cesc's eyes are closed, but his hand is still on Phil's cock, moving fast and twisting around him.
Cesc's eyes snap open after a moment and his hips slow, but he's still in Phil. He leans back in, hand pulling harder on Phil's cock. As he leans in, Phil's cock is caught between their bodies and Cesc experiments, moving his body forward, just to see how Phil will react. Phil gasps at the extra friction as Cesc leans over him. Cesc's hand is still down between them, stroking Phil's cock, and Phil can feel himself getting closer to the edge. His legs begin to shake as Cesc strokes harder and when Cesc leans over and pulls him into a rough kiss, Phil loses control and he comes.
Cesc grins against Phil's mouth, hand stroking Phil as he comes. He kisses him again, softer this time. Waits until Phil has slowed, then pulls his hand out from between them. He pulls back, just far enough so he can look down at Phil.
Phil smiles up at Cesc, exhausted but satisfied. "That was ... you sure you've never done this before?"
Cesc blushes furiously, ducking his head. "I just ... did what you said." He has to stop and sort out what he wants to say. "I just, you know, thought of you fucking me." Phil pulls Cesc down onto him and kisses him hard. He can't resist whispering "So, I'm that good, huh?"
Cesc swats at Phil, but he's laughing into the kiss. "Maybe."
"Because I have to tell you, that was pretty great. You've been holding out on me, Fabregas." Phil bites Cesc's ear and reaches down to grab his ass.
Cesc blushes again, ducking his head and pressing his face briefly against Phil's neck. Once there, though, he presses his mouth against Phil's skin, sucking lightly. Then he pulls back and looks at Phil. "I have not!"
"How do you explain that, then?" Phil runs his hands along Cesc's sides, sliding Cesc forward and out of him until they're face-to-face, Cesc's hands on either side of Phil. Cesc shifts his hips, pulling out of Phil as he moves. He rubs his fingers along the sides of Phil's shoulders.
"Beginner's luck."
Phil turns his head, closing his eyes as he kisses Cesc's hands. "Well. It was good."
Cesc reaches back, grabbing the duvet and pulling it over them, even though he knows they should probably shower or clean off. He blushes a little and settles into Phil's arms. "I'm glad. I was worried. A little."
Phil pulls Cesc closer to him, not caring that they’re both sticky and sweaty, and kisses his neck. "You didn't have to be. I love you."
Cesc grins and it's wide and he feels like he won't ever stop grinning. He tips Phil's head toward him and shifts, leaning in until he can kiss him. "I love you too," he mumbles against Phil's mouth.
Phil smiles and leans into the kiss, holding the back of Cesc's head with his free hand. He breaks away, yawning. "We should go to bed."
Cesc mumbles something unintelligible and curls up in Phil's arms. "Mmkay. We don't have to move, right?"
Phil wraps his arms around Cesc and presses against his back. "No. Stay right where you are."