fic: the chaos around me
title: the chaos around me
pairing: raul gonzalez blanco/karim benzema
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
summary: raul tries to convince himself that the first time with karim was a mistake and it won't happen again...
for pretty_panther ♥ and it continues from in the eye of the beholder
It’s like an addiction, Karim’s body is, his submission. Raul however has done his best to restrain his want, his need. He tells himself that the first (and only) time was a mistake and nothing but. Karim is a teammate, a friend. He took advantage of his captaincy, of his power and respect that comes with it. Raul is more than ashamed of the fact yet he can’t help but thinking of Karim writhing underneath him or way he pushed it hips back to meet Raul’s when he realized he wanted more. Raul is only human and he wants more.
He doesn’t do anything differently. He still attends training in the morning he like has been for most of his life. He doesn’t let his eyes settle on Karim, not more than usual anyway and when training as been called for the day. He heads back into the changing rooms with Guti and Iker chatting him up like usual. He can feel eyes on him and is pretty sure who they belong to but Raul doesn’t indulge. He just goes about his routine as he always done. He strips off his clothes and stuffs them into his locker before grabbing a towel and heading into the showers. He takes a spot between Guti and Sergio who are discussing Sergio’s latest plaything. He laughs when Sergio describes the position he tried out with the tart, knowing all too well it won’t be long before Sergio moves on to the next one.
When Karim enters and takes the shower right in front of him, Raul smiles before turning to let the water flow over his face. He knows what he’s doing isn’t fair, not even a bit. He knows he should give Karim a sign, any sign, but the problem is that he doesn’t know what he’s doing exactly. His body is screaming at his mind for being repressive and non - liberating. He wants nothing more than to push Karim’s pale body against the dark tiles and fuck him, in front of everybody and have his moans bounces off the walls. But no, Raul doesn’t want it like that. Karim deserves more from him.
So Raul ignores him during his entire post - training/game routine. After he showers, he pads out to his locker again, a towel tied securely around his hips. He dries himself off and dresses quickly. He waits for Guti to finish up before they shout out to everyone and head out the door. Most days, they go out for a bite to eat or somewhere to lounge and today is no different. They talk about their kids over a glass of wine and seafood, their friendship wrapping around them like a security blanket. But Raul doesn’t mention Karim, doesn’t dare to.
They talk and laugh like they always do, finding comfort in their relationship. When it’s time to go hours later, they part with a strong embrace and kiss to either cheeks. By that time, the next destination has been already decided in Raul’s mind.
Twenty minutes later, Raul pulls up in front of Karim’s house. Killing the engine, he sits there for a moment and thinks things over. He tries to be rational, he really does but then he remembers Karim hadn’t said no last time and hadn’t come to Raul since to say anything about it. It’s not much to go on but Raul throws caution out the window as he searches his glove compartment for the random packets of lubrication he’s stuffed back there (a condom already sits in his wallet). Putting it into his pocket, Raul runs hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He approaches the door and knocks on it lightly before taking a step back.
Karim opens the door, clad in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his phone pressed against his ear. When he sees Raul, his eyes widen. Raul just smiles as he raises his eyebrow in question, nodding in the direction of the phone. Karim mouths ‘Iker’ before pushing the door aside to let Raul in. As Raul passes him however, he swipes his phone.
“Iker, Karim will have to call you back... much later.”
He presses end button before passing it back to Karim. Raul takes the duty to close the door as Karim just stands there with his mouth open. Suddenly his back meets the door and his lips are being claimed by Raul. He doesn’t question it. Although it just happened the once, Karim knows better.
A hand slides down his body and traces the waistband before slipping inside. Raul rubs Karim through his boxers, the material soft on his fingers. As moans are swallowed, Raul decides this time he wants a hard fuck against the door.
“Turn around,” he whispers into Karim’s ear when he pulls away from his lips. His eyes narrow in on the sight of red lips and he wants more. Patience however is a virtue.
Karim complies shakily. He feel like he can’t breathe, like Raul is everywhere when the older man presses flush against his naked back. He had been doing sit-ups out of pure boredom before Iker had called. He never feels self conscious about his body, never had a reason to. But trapped underneath his captain, vulnerable, Karim feels the need to cover up. He wants Raul, he does but at the same time, he feels exposed.
Raul kisses behind his ear, both of his hands now touching Karim’s sculptured torso. He scales every muscle with his fingertips, searching for familiarity. He loves how Karim sucks in his stomach, his touch ticklish to the Frenchman. Raul can feel the tiny hairs on the body under his touch ripple and stand up slightly. Karim’s excitement enthrals him, sets his pulse racing. It’s not before long that his arousal makes itself known.
There isn’t much sound; no real noise floating about and Karim isn’t sure if he’s dreaming all this up. But then Raul bites down on his shoulder (enough to break skin, he won’t know until later) and laves at it with his tongue. His moan cuts through the air, hanging loud and proud. He can feel Raul’s smile upon his skin. A hand slips into his sweats once again, past his boxers this time and fingers curl around his rapidly hardening cock. Karim pushes into Raul’s hand as he bites down on his lip to suppress another moan.
“Did you tell Iker about the other day?” Raul asks, his words ghosting over French skin as his hand works the cock it holds slowly. He moves his lips forward and grasps Karim’s earlobe between his teeth.
“N-no,” Karim stutters. His mind is hazy with lust and all he wants is Raul to fuck him but the captain’s still speaking.
“Should I tell him that I fucked,” Raul bites down on the lobe, flicking his tongue against the flesh, “you against the door?”
A spark of instant lust spikes through Karim’s body. Raul is everywhere in a way he never would have thought possible until a few days ago. Now his life has changed in every possible way. He can’t answer Raul because Karim doesn’t know how to respond. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts: ‘he’s going to tell Iker?’ ‘ Others too?’ ‘Against the door?’
Raul doesn’t wait anyway as he pushes the pants down Karim’s thighs, one hand still working on his cock while the other wraps around his middle as he presses his clothed cock against Karim’s now bare backside. That earns a moan from the man he has pressed against the hard wooden door. Raul needs to fuck him now.
The arm around Karim’s stomach retreats as he brings it to get rid of his own clothing. He strokes Karim’s cock with conviction, his fingers tightening with precision, not losing focus on the young man beneath him. When Karim tilts his head forward to rest his forehead against the door, a stream of undistinguishable French pouring from his lips, Raul loses it.
A little whine escapes Karim but it turns into a moan as Raul pushes him roughly against the woodwork of the door. The hand around his cock falls away to strip off of the shirt Raul’s wearing. He fishes into the pocket of his pants for the supplies he had retrieved earlier before pushing them down. The need for Karim, for his heat around his cock is too much, too heady that he doesn’t take them off completely, doesn’t have enough time.
The packet of lube is ripped open and the liquid is poured into desperate hands. Karim looks over his shoulder as Raul rubs a slick finger against his body, a spot only the older man has touched. His eyes flicker but never close. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. When the finger breeches him, Karim sucks in a breath, still not used to the sensation. Raul doesn’t give him much before he asserts another finger. After two strokes with two fingers, Raul pulls them out before tearing the condom open and rolled it onto his needy cock. Though he knows what’s coming, Karim can’t help but call out when Raul penetrates him.
If Raul was a different man, the man everyone thinks he is (and maybe sometimes actually is), he would have paused to give Karim time to adjust. But Raul isn’t and he doesn’t. His fingers latch onto youthful hips as he begins to thrust in and out earnestly. His mouth clamps down on his shoulder. There will be teeth marks, bruises even, tomorrow but Karim doesn’t care, not right now anyway.
There’s pain, no doubt about it but Karim’s trying not to think about it, trying to get his body to relax. He’s fully pressed against the door now, only his hips and ass pushed out to meet Raul’s unforgiving pace. His captain’s heat surrounds him, his body, his core and for a second, a quick second, the pain is worth it.
‘So tight’ is the only thought that plagues Raul’s mind. It’s like fucking him that first time and he revels in it. He pulls on Karim’s hips, hitching him a little further on to his cock, changing the angle in the process. Karim’s body shoots up as Raul finds that spot within him and his hand flies down to wrap around his length. Raul’s already maddening pace doesn’t alter but it doesn’t have to. A few thrusts and strokes later, Karim is coming hard into his hand. The air is filled with broken French phases and harsh pants.
Raul’s fingers dig in a little deeper (another bruise for Karim to find the next day) as his cock is gripped harshly. His body stutters as he comes hard, his orgasm ripping through him.
With their slightly sweaty torsos pressed together, Karim remains trapped between the door and his captain. No words are exchanged; they don’t need to be but thoughts are buzzing through both of their minds, the older man’s especially. Raul knows that this is the start of something beautiful yet vicious at the same time and God help him because he doesn’t know how to stop it.
pairing: raul gonzalez blanco/karim benzema
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
summary: raul tries to convince himself that the first time with karim was a mistake and it won't happen again...
for pretty_panther ♥ and it continues from in the eye of the beholder
It’s like an addiction, Karim’s body is, his submission. Raul however has done his best to restrain his want, his need. He tells himself that the first (and only) time was a mistake and nothing but. Karim is a teammate, a friend. He took advantage of his captaincy, of his power and respect that comes with it. Raul is more than ashamed of the fact yet he can’t help but thinking of Karim writhing underneath him or way he pushed it hips back to meet Raul’s when he realized he wanted more. Raul is only human and he wants more.
He doesn’t do anything differently. He still attends training in the morning he like has been for most of his life. He doesn’t let his eyes settle on Karim, not more than usual anyway and when training as been called for the day. He heads back into the changing rooms with Guti and Iker chatting him up like usual. He can feel eyes on him and is pretty sure who they belong to but Raul doesn’t indulge. He just goes about his routine as he always done. He strips off his clothes and stuffs them into his locker before grabbing a towel and heading into the showers. He takes a spot between Guti and Sergio who are discussing Sergio’s latest plaything. He laughs when Sergio describes the position he tried out with the tart, knowing all too well it won’t be long before Sergio moves on to the next one.
When Karim enters and takes the shower right in front of him, Raul smiles before turning to let the water flow over his face. He knows what he’s doing isn’t fair, not even a bit. He knows he should give Karim a sign, any sign, but the problem is that he doesn’t know what he’s doing exactly. His body is screaming at his mind for being repressive and non - liberating. He wants nothing more than to push Karim’s pale body against the dark tiles and fuck him, in front of everybody and have his moans bounces off the walls. But no, Raul doesn’t want it like that. Karim deserves more from him.
So Raul ignores him during his entire post - training/game routine. After he showers, he pads out to his locker again, a towel tied securely around his hips. He dries himself off and dresses quickly. He waits for Guti to finish up before they shout out to everyone and head out the door. Most days, they go out for a bite to eat or somewhere to lounge and today is no different. They talk about their kids over a glass of wine and seafood, their friendship wrapping around them like a security blanket. But Raul doesn’t mention Karim, doesn’t dare to.
They talk and laugh like they always do, finding comfort in their relationship. When it’s time to go hours later, they part with a strong embrace and kiss to either cheeks. By that time, the next destination has been already decided in Raul’s mind.
Twenty minutes later, Raul pulls up in front of Karim’s house. Killing the engine, he sits there for a moment and thinks things over. He tries to be rational, he really does but then he remembers Karim hadn’t said no last time and hadn’t come to Raul since to say anything about it. It’s not much to go on but Raul throws caution out the window as he searches his glove compartment for the random packets of lubrication he’s stuffed back there (a condom already sits in his wallet). Putting it into his pocket, Raul runs hand through his hair before getting out of the car. He approaches the door and knocks on it lightly before taking a step back.
Karim opens the door, clad in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his phone pressed against his ear. When he sees Raul, his eyes widen. Raul just smiles as he raises his eyebrow in question, nodding in the direction of the phone. Karim mouths ‘Iker’ before pushing the door aside to let Raul in. As Raul passes him however, he swipes his phone.
“Iker, Karim will have to call you back... much later.”
He presses end button before passing it back to Karim. Raul takes the duty to close the door as Karim just stands there with his mouth open. Suddenly his back meets the door and his lips are being claimed by Raul. He doesn’t question it. Although it just happened the once, Karim knows better.
A hand slides down his body and traces the waistband before slipping inside. Raul rubs Karim through his boxers, the material soft on his fingers. As moans are swallowed, Raul decides this time he wants a hard fuck against the door.
“Turn around,” he whispers into Karim’s ear when he pulls away from his lips. His eyes narrow in on the sight of red lips and he wants more. Patience however is a virtue.
Karim complies shakily. He feel like he can’t breathe, like Raul is everywhere when the older man presses flush against his naked back. He had been doing sit-ups out of pure boredom before Iker had called. He never feels self conscious about his body, never had a reason to. But trapped underneath his captain, vulnerable, Karim feels the need to cover up. He wants Raul, he does but at the same time, he feels exposed.
Raul kisses behind his ear, both of his hands now touching Karim’s sculptured torso. He scales every muscle with his fingertips, searching for familiarity. He loves how Karim sucks in his stomach, his touch ticklish to the Frenchman. Raul can feel the tiny hairs on the body under his touch ripple and stand up slightly. Karim’s excitement enthrals him, sets his pulse racing. It’s not before long that his arousal makes itself known.
There isn’t much sound; no real noise floating about and Karim isn’t sure if he’s dreaming all this up. But then Raul bites down on his shoulder (enough to break skin, he won’t know until later) and laves at it with his tongue. His moan cuts through the air, hanging loud and proud. He can feel Raul’s smile upon his skin. A hand slips into his sweats once again, past his boxers this time and fingers curl around his rapidly hardening cock. Karim pushes into Raul’s hand as he bites down on his lip to suppress another moan.
“Did you tell Iker about the other day?” Raul asks, his words ghosting over French skin as his hand works the cock it holds slowly. He moves his lips forward and grasps Karim’s earlobe between his teeth.
“N-no,” Karim stutters. His mind is hazy with lust and all he wants is Raul to fuck him but the captain’s still speaking.
“Should I tell him that I fucked,” Raul bites down on the lobe, flicking his tongue against the flesh, “you against the door?”
A spark of instant lust spikes through Karim’s body. Raul is everywhere in a way he never would have thought possible until a few days ago. Now his life has changed in every possible way. He can’t answer Raul because Karim doesn’t know how to respond. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts: ‘he’s going to tell Iker?’ ‘ Others too?’ ‘Against the door?’
Raul doesn’t wait anyway as he pushes the pants down Karim’s thighs, one hand still working on his cock while the other wraps around his middle as he presses his clothed cock against Karim’s now bare backside. That earns a moan from the man he has pressed against the hard wooden door. Raul needs to fuck him now.
The arm around Karim’s stomach retreats as he brings it to get rid of his own clothing. He strokes Karim’s cock with conviction, his fingers tightening with precision, not losing focus on the young man beneath him. When Karim tilts his head forward to rest his forehead against the door, a stream of undistinguishable French pouring from his lips, Raul loses it.
A little whine escapes Karim but it turns into a moan as Raul pushes him roughly against the woodwork of the door. The hand around his cock falls away to strip off of the shirt Raul’s wearing. He fishes into the pocket of his pants for the supplies he had retrieved earlier before pushing them down. The need for Karim, for his heat around his cock is too much, too heady that he doesn’t take them off completely, doesn’t have enough time.
The packet of lube is ripped open and the liquid is poured into desperate hands. Karim looks over his shoulder as Raul rubs a slick finger against his body, a spot only the older man has touched. His eyes flicker but never close. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. When the finger breeches him, Karim sucks in a breath, still not used to the sensation. Raul doesn’t give him much before he asserts another finger. After two strokes with two fingers, Raul pulls them out before tearing the condom open and rolled it onto his needy cock. Though he knows what’s coming, Karim can’t help but call out when Raul penetrates him.
If Raul was a different man, the man everyone thinks he is (and maybe sometimes actually is), he would have paused to give Karim time to adjust. But Raul isn’t and he doesn’t. His fingers latch onto youthful hips as he begins to thrust in and out earnestly. His mouth clamps down on his shoulder. There will be teeth marks, bruises even, tomorrow but Karim doesn’t care, not right now anyway.
There’s pain, no doubt about it but Karim’s trying not to think about it, trying to get his body to relax. He’s fully pressed against the door now, only his hips and ass pushed out to meet Raul’s unforgiving pace. His captain’s heat surrounds him, his body, his core and for a second, a quick second, the pain is worth it.
‘So tight’ is the only thought that plagues Raul’s mind. It’s like fucking him that first time and he revels in it. He pulls on Karim’s hips, hitching him a little further on to his cock, changing the angle in the process. Karim’s body shoots up as Raul finds that spot within him and his hand flies down to wrap around his length. Raul’s already maddening pace doesn’t alter but it doesn’t have to. A few thrusts and strokes later, Karim is coming hard into his hand. The air is filled with broken French phases and harsh pants.
Raul’s fingers dig in a little deeper (another bruise for Karim to find the next day) as his cock is gripped harshly. His body stutters as he comes hard, his orgasm ripping through him.
With their slightly sweaty torsos pressed together, Karim remains trapped between the door and his captain. No words are exchanged; they don’t need to be but thoughts are buzzing through both of their minds, the older man’s especially. Raul knows that this is the start of something beautiful yet vicious at the same time and God help him because he doesn’t know how to stop it.