fic: check your expectations at the door
title: check your expectations at the door
pairing: david silva/xabi alonso
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for the sergio ramos invitational at keys_in_a_pot
“Do you want me to take your jacket?”
David looks up, his lips quirking upward. “This isn’t your house, Xabi.”
Xabi lets out an embarrassed laugh as he moves further into his room, pulling off his own jacket in the process. He moves to take a seat on the bed and looks down at his fingers. When there is no sound, nothing at all, Xabi looks up to see David staring at him intently.
“What?”
“So have you...?”
“Have I what?”
“Fucked Ramos yet?”
Xabi coughs as he chokes on his spit, not really wanting to believe David just asked him what he just did. David however just shrugs, his body leaning against the wall opposite of him.
“It’s a valid question, Xabi, now that you play on the same team with him.”
While Xabi does his best impression of a fish David pushes off the wall and slowly unzips his jacket and though his eyes are on his fingers he knows he has the older man’s attention.
To most, David is quiet, reserved and sometimes he comes across as shy. He isn’t; well not with most. He is friendly with everyone, never rude or out of line but he too has a group of people he is most comfortable with. He likes Xabi, really does but unfortunately they are just occasional teammates so he has never really gotten a chance to know him well. However this leaves room for the element of surprise which David is looking forward to. Quite a bit actually.
Once the zipper is down, David looks up and grins when he sees Xabi staring at him intently, his fingers fidgeting. He just calmly continues to remove the leather material before offering out to Xabi. When he doesn’t move David cocks his head the side, smiling sweetly.
“You offered?”
Clearing his throat nervously Xabi nods as he gets up and walks over to David, his hand outstretched to receive the jacket. When he has it in his grasp, he turns to walk away only to be swivelled back to face David. For a split second Xabi feel likes like laughing but then he finds himself being pulled down as David wraps his arms around his neck. His lips are crushed by David, not an ounce of gentility about this kiss (if it could be called that). There is hunger that takes Xabi by surprise and suddenly he drops the jacket to the floor, no longer worrying about being a good host. He wraps his free hands around David lean body.
Chuckling against his lips, David pushes, shuffling both of them towards the short distance to the bed. The back of Xabi’s legs hits the mattress harder than he expects and he falls back on top of it. He stares up at David, his mind now blank of expectations.
David’s white polo is up and off his body and discarded rather quickly before he looks at Xabi expectantly who lets out a nervous laugh before doing the same. His eyes roam over the smaller but impressive body. He’s never really looked, not properly at least. Xabi can’t say that David has ever intrigued him if he is truly honest with himself. But that doesn’t matter; not when David smirks before dropping to his knees.
Jeans are lowered and removed as well as his shoes. Xabi can only watch, his breathing a little heavy. David runs his hands up from his ankles to his hips, the smooth skin of his palms quite the contrast to the coarse hair on Xabi’s body. He leans in and Xabi sucks in air desperately.
He anticipates wet heat to cover his cock and is sadly disappointed when a kiss his pressed onto his stomach instead.
“David.” He doesn’t care that it comes out as a hiss.
The younger man looks up, his lips pursed together. “I know what I am doing, Xabi. You can trust that.” His eyes flash of something Xabi didn’t think he was capable of: arrogance. And it intrigued him.
“Then get to it. Don’t tease.”
Suddenly his hip fly up, a moan escaping from his lips as David bites down on his hip. It’s not hard enough to break skin or to even leave a bruise in the morning but it catches Xabi by surprise.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Xabi.” Using the older man’s knees, David pushes himself up and away from him, no longer looking up but staring down.
“Because you didn’t answer my question before about Sergio am I going to have to go back to my room for supplies?”
Xabi has the decency to blush as he flicks his gaze down to his fingers. “Uh no. I... I’ll go get it.”
David however rests a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in place. “Where is it?”
Xabi’s eyes shoot up. “In the bathroom... in my shaving kit.”
He leaves quickly only to return less than a minute later, his body now rid of all remaining clothes, with a condom, lubricant grasped in his hand. David drops them down next to Xabi’s hip before he settles onto his knees once again between strong legs. Reaching around, he pulls Xabi’s body a little close to the edge of the bed.
“Lay back.”
As his back hits the mattress, David’s tongue presses down against the juncture where his thigh meets his crotch. Xabi’s hip jerk and he lets out a moan.
“David...”
There’s a grip on his thigh that makes him stop from finishing his train of thought as well as a hot mouth sliding over his now hardening cock. It all happens so quickly; he doesn’t know when (or how) David got the lubricant on his fingers but one is pressing into him and he wants more.
“Do I need to be all gentle and slow, Xabi, hmm? Or-”
“Just do it, Silva.”
Slapping his ass once, David gets up from between his stretched legs. “Move back.”
It is funny David thinks as he settles against Xabi’s body, pressing the older man’s bent legs almost against his shoulders as he lines himself up against his entrance. It’s funny how with the amount of men he has been with (not many in actuality) he doesn’t get to do this often; to be the one on top, the one to give and not receive as they say. It’s funny how of all the men he has been with he is with Xabi like this. Xabi - a man, a teammate who somehow is letting David have his way with him. He’s not complaining of course. He just finds it funny.
When he pushes inside and Xabi’s tight heat surrounds his cock, David swears he needs to be on top more often.
He leans down and presses his lips against Xabi’s throat, licking and sucking the hot skin.
“How long as it been?”
“Too long,” Xabi grinds out as he pushes his hips hard against David’s. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
It shouldn’t be surprising to hear him curse, to hear him beg but it really is. David rests his elbows on top Xabi’s shoulders as he increases the strength of his thrusts. He bites down on his skin too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of Xabi’s heat.
It’s hard if not fast. David slips down his arm and grasps Xabi’s cock when he feels his own orgasm approaching. His breath hitches against Xabi’s neck, his head cradled in the crook. Xabi’s skin jumps against his lips in return and he knows he’s just as close. The pace on Xabi’s cock quickens, the strokes now sloppy and maddening.
With a hard slam of his hips, his cock driving impossibly deep inside Xabi, David comes. His body is tight and tense as he pants, his orgasm forcing effort from his entire body. A quiet whimper from Xabi however reminds him that his partner for night still needs his help. So David pulls away from his body slightly, allowing Xabi to stretch out his legs, his cock slipping out in the process. His fingers tighten around the hard cock; he can feel it pulse.
So he makes a split second decision. David dips down and wraps his lips around the head of Xabi’s cock, his fingers moving rapidly down the length. When he sucks hard he feels Xabi let go and the taste of come hits his tongue.
Pulling his mouth away, David jerks Xabi off until he is completely spent and the room is silent once again. Fingers rub lazily against sweaty skin until David decides it’s time to get up. He removes the condom and trots over to the washroom to dispose of it, bringing back a cloth for Xabi.
Words aren’t exchanged. Maybe they are not necessary. David dresses while Xabi watches him from under heavy lids. It isn’t until David is done zipping up zippers and tying shoes does he speak.
“Sleep well, Xabi”
Xabi watches him leave, wondering who the hell had just fucked him before burying his head into his pillow.
He is going to kill Sergio fucking Ramos.
pairing: david silva/xabi alonso
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for the sergio ramos invitational at keys_in_a_pot
“Do you want me to take your jacket?”
David looks up, his lips quirking upward. “This isn’t your house, Xabi.”
Xabi lets out an embarrassed laugh as he moves further into his room, pulling off his own jacket in the process. He moves to take a seat on the bed and looks down at his fingers. When there is no sound, nothing at all, Xabi looks up to see David staring at him intently.
“What?”
“So have you...?”
“Have I what?”
“Fucked Ramos yet?”
Xabi coughs as he chokes on his spit, not really wanting to believe David just asked him what he just did. David however just shrugs, his body leaning against the wall opposite of him.
“It’s a valid question, Xabi, now that you play on the same team with him.”
While Xabi does his best impression of a fish David pushes off the wall and slowly unzips his jacket and though his eyes are on his fingers he knows he has the older man’s attention.
To most, David is quiet, reserved and sometimes he comes across as shy. He isn’t; well not with most. He is friendly with everyone, never rude or out of line but he too has a group of people he is most comfortable with. He likes Xabi, really does but unfortunately they are just occasional teammates so he has never really gotten a chance to know him well. However this leaves room for the element of surprise which David is looking forward to. Quite a bit actually.
Once the zipper is down, David looks up and grins when he sees Xabi staring at him intently, his fingers fidgeting. He just calmly continues to remove the leather material before offering out to Xabi. When he doesn’t move David cocks his head the side, smiling sweetly.
“You offered?”
Clearing his throat nervously Xabi nods as he gets up and walks over to David, his hand outstretched to receive the jacket. When he has it in his grasp, he turns to walk away only to be swivelled back to face David. For a split second Xabi feel likes like laughing but then he finds himself being pulled down as David wraps his arms around his neck. His lips are crushed by David, not an ounce of gentility about this kiss (if it could be called that). There is hunger that takes Xabi by surprise and suddenly he drops the jacket to the floor, no longer worrying about being a good host. He wraps his free hands around David lean body.
Chuckling against his lips, David pushes, shuffling both of them towards the short distance to the bed. The back of Xabi’s legs hits the mattress harder than he expects and he falls back on top of it. He stares up at David, his mind now blank of expectations.
David’s white polo is up and off his body and discarded rather quickly before he looks at Xabi expectantly who lets out a nervous laugh before doing the same. His eyes roam over the smaller but impressive body. He’s never really looked, not properly at least. Xabi can’t say that David has ever intrigued him if he is truly honest with himself. But that doesn’t matter; not when David smirks before dropping to his knees.
Jeans are lowered and removed as well as his shoes. Xabi can only watch, his breathing a little heavy. David runs his hands up from his ankles to his hips, the smooth skin of his palms quite the contrast to the coarse hair on Xabi’s body. He leans in and Xabi sucks in air desperately.
He anticipates wet heat to cover his cock and is sadly disappointed when a kiss his pressed onto his stomach instead.
“David.” He doesn’t care that it comes out as a hiss.
The younger man looks up, his lips pursed together. “I know what I am doing, Xabi. You can trust that.” His eyes flash of something Xabi didn’t think he was capable of: arrogance. And it intrigued him.
“Then get to it. Don’t tease.”
Suddenly his hip fly up, a moan escaping from his lips as David bites down on his hip. It’s not hard enough to break skin or to even leave a bruise in the morning but it catches Xabi by surprise.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Xabi.” Using the older man’s knees, David pushes himself up and away from him, no longer looking up but staring down.
“Because you didn’t answer my question before about Sergio am I going to have to go back to my room for supplies?”
Xabi has the decency to blush as he flicks his gaze down to his fingers. “Uh no. I... I’ll go get it.”
David however rests a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in place. “Where is it?”
Xabi’s eyes shoot up. “In the bathroom... in my shaving kit.”
He leaves quickly only to return less than a minute later, his body now rid of all remaining clothes, with a condom, lubricant grasped in his hand. David drops them down next to Xabi’s hip before he settles onto his knees once again between strong legs. Reaching around, he pulls Xabi’s body a little close to the edge of the bed.
“Lay back.”
As his back hits the mattress, David’s tongue presses down against the juncture where his thigh meets his crotch. Xabi’s hip jerk and he lets out a moan.
“David...”
There’s a grip on his thigh that makes him stop from finishing his train of thought as well as a hot mouth sliding over his now hardening cock. It all happens so quickly; he doesn’t know when (or how) David got the lubricant on his fingers but one is pressing into him and he wants more.
“Do I need to be all gentle and slow, Xabi, hmm? Or-”
“Just do it, Silva.”
Slapping his ass once, David gets up from between his stretched legs. “Move back.”
It is funny David thinks as he settles against Xabi’s body, pressing the older man’s bent legs almost against his shoulders as he lines himself up against his entrance. It’s funny how with the amount of men he has been with (not many in actuality) he doesn’t get to do this often; to be the one on top, the one to give and not receive as they say. It’s funny how of all the men he has been with he is with Xabi like this. Xabi - a man, a teammate who somehow is letting David have his way with him. He’s not complaining of course. He just finds it funny.
When he pushes inside and Xabi’s tight heat surrounds his cock, David swears he needs to be on top more often.
He leans down and presses his lips against Xabi’s throat, licking and sucking the hot skin.
“How long as it been?”
“Too long,” Xabi grinds out as he pushes his hips hard against David’s. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
It shouldn’t be surprising to hear him curse, to hear him beg but it really is. David rests his elbows on top Xabi’s shoulders as he increases the strength of his thrusts. He bites down on his skin too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of Xabi’s heat.
It’s hard if not fast. David slips down his arm and grasps Xabi’s cock when he feels his own orgasm approaching. His breath hitches against Xabi’s neck, his head cradled in the crook. Xabi’s skin jumps against his lips in return and he knows he’s just as close. The pace on Xabi’s cock quickens, the strokes now sloppy and maddening.
With a hard slam of his hips, his cock driving impossibly deep inside Xabi, David comes. His body is tight and tense as he pants, his orgasm forcing effort from his entire body. A quiet whimper from Xabi however reminds him that his partner for night still needs his help. So David pulls away from his body slightly, allowing Xabi to stretch out his legs, his cock slipping out in the process. His fingers tighten around the hard cock; he can feel it pulse.
So he makes a split second decision. David dips down and wraps his lips around the head of Xabi’s cock, his fingers moving rapidly down the length. When he sucks hard he feels Xabi let go and the taste of come hits his tongue.
Pulling his mouth away, David jerks Xabi off until he is completely spent and the room is silent once again. Fingers rub lazily against sweaty skin until David decides it’s time to get up. He removes the condom and trots over to the washroom to dispose of it, bringing back a cloth for Xabi.
Words aren’t exchanged. Maybe they are not necessary. David dresses while Xabi watches him from under heavy lids. It isn’t until David is done zipping up zippers and tying shoes does he speak.
“Sleep well, Xabi”
Xabi watches him leave, wondering who the hell had just fucked him before burying his head into his pillow.
He is going to kill Sergio fucking Ramos.