fic: push push pull
title: push push pull
pairing: iker casillas/cesc fabregas
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
prompt 008 (entwined) of my table
A kiss stolen in the dark, this was not. There was no alcohol to instil Superman - like courage. No, it was a completely conscious decision by both men that perhaps commenced innocently enough.
It started off with Cesc’s comment about Iker’s beard, to which Iker took exception to. He though his facial hair suited him just fine, thank-you very much. Cesc however noted the defensive tone that held prominently in the older man’s voice and took it as an incentive to see how far he could push. Another jab was taken, sliding Iker’s patience just a little further. It wasn’t until Cesc dared to poke at his face and tug (though lightly) on his beard that Iker finally snapped.
The tousle itself happened rather quickly. Iker wrapped his fingers around Cesc’s hand and tugged hard; hard enough to send both men crashing to the floor from the hotel bed. Using his size to his advantage, Iker hooked his legs around the younger man’s and rolled them so Cesc was securely pinned underneath him. He did everything though to throw the older man off of him. Cesc bucked and rolled until Iker got a hold his wrists and restrained them by his sides.
Iker’s body bore down on him and Cesc did what he always did when he was uncomfortable situations, he tried to be cocky.
“So what? Are you going to kiss me now?”
Eyes locked and narrowed. Iker was going to shove at Cesc’s shoulders before getting off of him. But then he thought, really thought about what Cesc just said. Though his lips didn’t move, his eyes questioned younger ones. He gave him plenty of time to pull away, to tell Iker to get the fuck off of him. But nothing came, absolutely nothing. So Iker leaned down and pressed his lips against Cesc’s.
A press of lips progressed to mouths opening and tongues meeting. The grip on Cesc’s wrists lessened and Iker slid his palms over Cesc’s. Fingers entwined and held on tight as the two men began to explore each other in ways they had never before.
When Iker pulled back the sight of Cesc’s lips, red and utterly begging for more, had him smirking. He pressed their hands to the floor, his eyes dancing with laughter, yet still held a dangerous edge.
“Did my beard bother you then?”
Cesc identified Iker’s tone as teasing and he grinned. “Not at all.”
Tipping forward again, Iker kissed him again, murmuring ‘good’ against Cesc’s lips.
From then on, Cesc learned to tease and ridicule Iker when he wanted his way, though he let Iker believe he was the one in control.
pairing: iker casillas/cesc fabregas
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
prompt 008 (entwined) of my table
A kiss stolen in the dark, this was not. There was no alcohol to instil Superman - like courage. No, it was a completely conscious decision by both men that perhaps commenced innocently enough.
It started off with Cesc’s comment about Iker’s beard, to which Iker took exception to. He though his facial hair suited him just fine, thank-you very much. Cesc however noted the defensive tone that held prominently in the older man’s voice and took it as an incentive to see how far he could push. Another jab was taken, sliding Iker’s patience just a little further. It wasn’t until Cesc dared to poke at his face and tug (though lightly) on his beard that Iker finally snapped.
The tousle itself happened rather quickly. Iker wrapped his fingers around Cesc’s hand and tugged hard; hard enough to send both men crashing to the floor from the hotel bed. Using his size to his advantage, Iker hooked his legs around the younger man’s and rolled them so Cesc was securely pinned underneath him. He did everything though to throw the older man off of him. Cesc bucked and rolled until Iker got a hold his wrists and restrained them by his sides.
Iker’s body bore down on him and Cesc did what he always did when he was uncomfortable situations, he tried to be cocky.
“So what? Are you going to kiss me now?”
Eyes locked and narrowed. Iker was going to shove at Cesc’s shoulders before getting off of him. But then he thought, really thought about what Cesc just said. Though his lips didn’t move, his eyes questioned younger ones. He gave him plenty of time to pull away, to tell Iker to get the fuck off of him. But nothing came, absolutely nothing. So Iker leaned down and pressed his lips against Cesc’s.
A press of lips progressed to mouths opening and tongues meeting. The grip on Cesc’s wrists lessened and Iker slid his palms over Cesc’s. Fingers entwined and held on tight as the two men began to explore each other in ways they had never before.
When Iker pulled back the sight of Cesc’s lips, red and utterly begging for more, had him smirking. He pressed their hands to the floor, his eyes dancing with laughter, yet still held a dangerous edge.
“Did my beard bother you then?”
Cesc identified Iker’s tone as teasing and he grinned. “Not at all.”
Tipping forward again, Iker kissed him again, murmuring ‘good’ against Cesc’s lips.
From then on, Cesc learned to tease and ridicule Iker when he wanted his way, though he let Iker believe he was the one in control.