fic: hotter than a feeling
title: hotter than a feeling
pairing: mariano zabaleta/horacio zeballos/gaston gaudio
rating: nc-17... maybe
disclaimer: fiction. i'm pretty sure some of the dc players took off to play in tournaments after the semis.
damn these argies.
It’s moments like this that has Gaston regretting his decision of giving a key to his place to Mariano.
“I really don’t feel like going.”
When he doesn’t get a response he looks up from the book he is reading to see his long time friend frowning at him.
“Why don’t you just go without me?”
Mariano sighs as he moves forward to take a seat next to him on the couch. “If it was any other party, any other get-together I wouldn’t push but... the boys just came back and it would be nice of us to congratulate them.”
Gaston hates it when Mariano’s right because he happens to be correct quite a bit. And if Gaston isn’t in the ‘grumpy-I-want-to-lazy-at-home’ mood he would already be out the door. And it’s not like Mariano is guilt tripping him because Gaston knows he’s being selfish and utterly ridiculous.
He sighs as he closes the novel. “Give me ten minutes.”
Mariano smiles. He leans in and places a soft kiss to Gaston’s cheek. “Take all the time you need.”
**
Gaston cannot imagine being anyone besides himself, cannot imagine getting the attention some others may. Of course people know who he is but instead of feeling disconnected from them he feels as though they are a distant family all a part of the same community. And he’s really grateful for the fact.
The bar they go to is one of his favourites in Tandil. It’s not one of those places where the owners covers the tab because who they are or of what they have accomplished. The owner is a good friend of all of theirs especially Gaston’s and treats them all like sons.
His still slightly sullen mood does a 360 when he sees those who are being honoured tonight. He gives a gives and receives warm welcomes from Juan, David, Eduardo, Leonardo and Horacio, congratulating them individually and collectively for their efforts in Davis Cup. He knows they aren’t happy with the result but still proud. Gaston remembers the feeling of playing for your country well.
Laughter and smiles quickly spread throughout the room as does the glasses of wine. Conversation flows well and no one dwells too long the loss. The atmosphere, the environment floats positively and Gaston truly feels relaxed except for the feeling of somebody watching him.
He tries to shake it off, tries to remember that he is amongst family and friends anyway so it shouldn’t bother him too much but he can’t help it. Gaston looks up from his wine glass and catches Horacio staring at him. It surprises the younger man that he has been caught and he has the decency to look embarrassed before looking away.
Gaston doesn’t do anything but try to inject himself back into the conversation however he finds his eyes trailing back to Horacio’s who looks away as quickly as he can. He can’t explain why exactly but it intrigues Gaston.
By the end of the night and into the early hours of the morning the party slowly starts to filter out and it’s only Gaston, Mariano, Juan and Horacio who are left. All of them have had too much to drink.
Juan just stumbles away waving his hands and mumbling something about being okay and getting a taxi. Horacio tries to do the same thing but Mariano insists they at least all get a cab together. Somehow they manage to fall into a cab without too much difficultly.
Gaston spits out his address before Mariano interjects, speaking about something completely non-related. But he is in a nice and warm alcoholic haze and Gaston finds himself too busy staring at Mariano’s lips to care. He rests his hand against a warm thigh and has one settle on his back. The feeling that fills him is distracting yet welcoming.
The taxi stops right in front of Gaston’s place and the three of them stumble out together. Mariano is still on about River’s last win while Gaston worries with the lock and key. Horacio is just doing his best to walk in a straight line and not fall.
Once they’re inside and the door closes behind them Gaston heads for the stairs only to be pressed against the wall. He tenses up only to shudder when he feels the weight of a familiar body against his.
“Mariano...”
His voice trails off when he’s pushed a little harder, his chest now flat and aligned with the wall. It’s been a while, a long while now, since they’ve done anything of this nature. It feels good: the lips on his neck, the breath on his skin, the heavy press into his backside. There have been a few others but Mariano’s the one constant and his body is eager to get its fill.
Hands on his shoulders spin him around and even before he can make a sound Mariano crushes their mouths together. Gaston fastens his hands around him desperately, the taste of alcohol heavy between them. His eyes are merely slits now, heavy with lust and alcohol.
However he catches sight of the body that has gone rigid across from them and Gaston all but pushes Mariano off of him.
“What? Why-”
“Horacio,” Gaston whispers as he lowers his eyes like he’s been caught doing something wrong...
Mariano turns around slowly. He walks up to the young man, his eyes low, a slight smile on his lips. Not of arrogance but confident.
“Did that scare you? Gatito and I...?”
Horacio doesn’t trust himself to speak at the moment so he just shakes his head instead.
“Do you want to leave?”
A pause. And Mariano narrows his eyes. He shakes his again but this time every slowly.
“Are you sure?”
A nod.
Mariano laughs and with lightening quick speed he’s right before Horacio’s eyes; their noses impossibly close. “Good.” The word is barely out of his mouth before closes the last little bit of distance and kisses the younger man. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that Horacio doesn’t kiss him back or do anything for that matter. Mariano just pulls away, licks his lips and walks back to Gaston with a smirk. He takes his hand and pulls him towards the staircase. Gaston just follows, still in shock and awe.
Mariano still knows how to surprise him.
They make their way into Gaston’s room and neither man needs to look behind them to know Horacio is following accordingly.
Gaston goes to the bed immediately, removing his shirt quickly before settling on top of it. He rubs his palms against the rough material of his jeans. He watches from under his lashes, the wine from earlier settling in his system nicely. However he cannot help but feel a little bit nervous. This is new. Horacio is new.
Horacio waits in the doorway like he hasn’t decided if he is going to go through with it or not. He’s not stupid; he knows what it going to happen. But...
“Stop thinking.”
When Mariano slithered next to him he has no idea. Horacio shivers at feel of hot breath on his neck. Lips fall against his once again and this time he allows it, gets used to it. He likes the way Mariano pulls him close yet keeps one hand on his hip, immobilizing him. As soon as he begins to relax into the feeling the kiss becomes deeper as he finds his lips being forced open. It’s all tongue and lips and heat.
A hand on his lower back holds him close and when Mariano takes a step backward Horacio follows; their kiss still firm in place. If he’s able to think he wouldn’t be able to believe how easily he is falling into this - like a puppet on sturdy string.
A smile greets him as Mariano pulls away. They are now next to the bed and Gaston stares up at them with wide curious eager eyes. There is no hesitation in the way the older man makes his move on Horacio, in the way he peels away the obstructing clothing.
He complies obviously, lifting his arms and legs accordingly but it’s like he’s in a daze, like he is separate from his body. He can feel his heartbeat however. Loud and insistent against his chest.
“Lay down.”
Mariano’s voice is like honey - warm and soft yet electric. Horacio shuffles onto the mattress and doesn’t question when Gaston sidles next to him. The sight in front of him is too distracting anyway.
Mariano ever so gracious to his audience slowly removes his clothing. He keeps his eyes on what he’s doing however - unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his belt. He already has their attention so he goes against putting on a show. Over the top has never been his style anyhow.
After he’s finished he looks up and sees Horacio’s eyes glued on him, like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Mariano is quite pleased with how close he has gotten with Gaston however. Make his plans that much easier.
Being naked in his mind is just another state of being. It’s no different than when his body is clothed. So he doesn’t shy away; instead he carefully strides towards the bed and climbs on top.
It doesn’t happen often - Gaston and Mariano - but enough that makes them miss it, crave it when their lips come together again. He spends his attention on his long time friend for the moment, getting lost in the feel of something he doesn’t allow himself to experience regularly.
“Help me.”
Whispered against Gaston’s lips, it really isn’t a question but rather a demand. Gaston watches him slither to the side towards Horacio.
The way he arches off the bed when Mariano slides his fingers over his bare chest, over rapidly pebbling nipples has Gaston wondering about Horacio’s experience. A look from his friend tells him he’s thinking the same thing but the question goes unasked.
Everything from this point on becomes just a big ball of sensations that burst all over Horacio’s body. Gaston’s lips are on his while Mariano continues to play with his nipples. Even if he wanted to he could not think anything past ‘oh my fucking god’. He doesn’t think he could survive much more.
But they haven’t even really started yet.
Gaston’s tongue in his mouth, licking kissing fucking every inch of it, distracts him enough that he doesn’t know he’s now completely naked until a hand wraps around his cock. He chokes into the kiss but Gaston doesn’t let up, Mariano either.
A hand on his hips while another joins the previous one on his cock and Horacio is pretty sure is cannot breathe. When the lips against his retreat he forces his eyes open and feels his lungs tighten even further.
Mariano is hunched over him with one hand planted into the pillow next to his head, the other working expertly on his cock with Gaston helping. He looks to one man then the other before pushing up into their collective efforts. He wants to come sooner than later.
Ever attuned, Mariano slides the hand laying on his hips to cup his backside. He squeezes hard and chuckles quietly when he hears Horacio moan. It is then he presses his finger against him, not hard, not inside but just enough to cause the younger man’s body to spasm as he comes.
Fatigue settles in and the last thing he remembers is someone chuckling and someone pressing a kiss to his forehead. It could have been the same person for all that matters.
**
A little later - maybe 10 minutes, maybe an hour, or maybe three - Horacio startles awake when he hears whispered voices. Opening his eyes he sees Mariano and Gaston tangled up in each other and guilt sweeps through him. He feels like he’s intruding and forces himself to close his eyes. It’s a shame he cannot do the same with his ears.
pairing: mariano zabaleta/horacio zeballos/gaston gaudio
rating: nc-17... maybe
disclaimer: fiction. i'm pretty sure some of the dc players took off to play in tournaments after the semis.
damn these argies.
It’s moments like this that has Gaston regretting his decision of giving a key to his place to Mariano.
“I really don’t feel like going.”
When he doesn’t get a response he looks up from the book he is reading to see his long time friend frowning at him.
“Why don’t you just go without me?”
Mariano sighs as he moves forward to take a seat next to him on the couch. “If it was any other party, any other get-together I wouldn’t push but... the boys just came back and it would be nice of us to congratulate them.”
Gaston hates it when Mariano’s right because he happens to be correct quite a bit. And if Gaston isn’t in the ‘grumpy-I-want-to-lazy-at-home’ mood he would already be out the door. And it’s not like Mariano is guilt tripping him because Gaston knows he’s being selfish and utterly ridiculous.
He sighs as he closes the novel. “Give me ten minutes.”
Mariano smiles. He leans in and places a soft kiss to Gaston’s cheek. “Take all the time you need.”
**
Gaston cannot imagine being anyone besides himself, cannot imagine getting the attention some others may. Of course people know who he is but instead of feeling disconnected from them he feels as though they are a distant family all a part of the same community. And he’s really grateful for the fact.
The bar they go to is one of his favourites in Tandil. It’s not one of those places where the owners covers the tab because who they are or of what they have accomplished. The owner is a good friend of all of theirs especially Gaston’s and treats them all like sons.
His still slightly sullen mood does a 360 when he sees those who are being honoured tonight. He gives a gives and receives warm welcomes from Juan, David, Eduardo, Leonardo and Horacio, congratulating them individually and collectively for their efforts in Davis Cup. He knows they aren’t happy with the result but still proud. Gaston remembers the feeling of playing for your country well.
Laughter and smiles quickly spread throughout the room as does the glasses of wine. Conversation flows well and no one dwells too long the loss. The atmosphere, the environment floats positively and Gaston truly feels relaxed except for the feeling of somebody watching him.
He tries to shake it off, tries to remember that he is amongst family and friends anyway so it shouldn’t bother him too much but he can’t help it. Gaston looks up from his wine glass and catches Horacio staring at him. It surprises the younger man that he has been caught and he has the decency to look embarrassed before looking away.
Gaston doesn’t do anything but try to inject himself back into the conversation however he finds his eyes trailing back to Horacio’s who looks away as quickly as he can. He can’t explain why exactly but it intrigues Gaston.
By the end of the night and into the early hours of the morning the party slowly starts to filter out and it’s only Gaston, Mariano, Juan and Horacio who are left. All of them have had too much to drink.
Juan just stumbles away waving his hands and mumbling something about being okay and getting a taxi. Horacio tries to do the same thing but Mariano insists they at least all get a cab together. Somehow they manage to fall into a cab without too much difficultly.
Gaston spits out his address before Mariano interjects, speaking about something completely non-related. But he is in a nice and warm alcoholic haze and Gaston finds himself too busy staring at Mariano’s lips to care. He rests his hand against a warm thigh and has one settle on his back. The feeling that fills him is distracting yet welcoming.
The taxi stops right in front of Gaston’s place and the three of them stumble out together. Mariano is still on about River’s last win while Gaston worries with the lock and key. Horacio is just doing his best to walk in a straight line and not fall.
Once they’re inside and the door closes behind them Gaston heads for the stairs only to be pressed against the wall. He tenses up only to shudder when he feels the weight of a familiar body against his.
“Mariano...”
His voice trails off when he’s pushed a little harder, his chest now flat and aligned with the wall. It’s been a while, a long while now, since they’ve done anything of this nature. It feels good: the lips on his neck, the breath on his skin, the heavy press into his backside. There have been a few others but Mariano’s the one constant and his body is eager to get its fill.
Hands on his shoulders spin him around and even before he can make a sound Mariano crushes their mouths together. Gaston fastens his hands around him desperately, the taste of alcohol heavy between them. His eyes are merely slits now, heavy with lust and alcohol.
However he catches sight of the body that has gone rigid across from them and Gaston all but pushes Mariano off of him.
“What? Why-”
“Horacio,” Gaston whispers as he lowers his eyes like he’s been caught doing something wrong...
Mariano turns around slowly. He walks up to the young man, his eyes low, a slight smile on his lips. Not of arrogance but confident.
“Did that scare you? Gatito and I...?”
Horacio doesn’t trust himself to speak at the moment so he just shakes his head instead.
“Do you want to leave?”
A pause. And Mariano narrows his eyes. He shakes his again but this time every slowly.
“Are you sure?”
A nod.
Mariano laughs and with lightening quick speed he’s right before Horacio’s eyes; their noses impossibly close. “Good.” The word is barely out of his mouth before closes the last little bit of distance and kisses the younger man. He doesn’t dwell on the fact that Horacio doesn’t kiss him back or do anything for that matter. Mariano just pulls away, licks his lips and walks back to Gaston with a smirk. He takes his hand and pulls him towards the staircase. Gaston just follows, still in shock and awe.
Mariano still knows how to surprise him.
They make their way into Gaston’s room and neither man needs to look behind them to know Horacio is following accordingly.
Gaston goes to the bed immediately, removing his shirt quickly before settling on top of it. He rubs his palms against the rough material of his jeans. He watches from under his lashes, the wine from earlier settling in his system nicely. However he cannot help but feel a little bit nervous. This is new. Horacio is new.
Horacio waits in the doorway like he hasn’t decided if he is going to go through with it or not. He’s not stupid; he knows what it going to happen. But...
“Stop thinking.”
When Mariano slithered next to him he has no idea. Horacio shivers at feel of hot breath on his neck. Lips fall against his once again and this time he allows it, gets used to it. He likes the way Mariano pulls him close yet keeps one hand on his hip, immobilizing him. As soon as he begins to relax into the feeling the kiss becomes deeper as he finds his lips being forced open. It’s all tongue and lips and heat.
A hand on his lower back holds him close and when Mariano takes a step backward Horacio follows; their kiss still firm in place. If he’s able to think he wouldn’t be able to believe how easily he is falling into this - like a puppet on sturdy string.
A smile greets him as Mariano pulls away. They are now next to the bed and Gaston stares up at them with wide curious eager eyes. There is no hesitation in the way the older man makes his move on Horacio, in the way he peels away the obstructing clothing.
He complies obviously, lifting his arms and legs accordingly but it’s like he’s in a daze, like he is separate from his body. He can feel his heartbeat however. Loud and insistent against his chest.
“Lay down.”
Mariano’s voice is like honey - warm and soft yet electric. Horacio shuffles onto the mattress and doesn’t question when Gaston sidles next to him. The sight in front of him is too distracting anyway.
Mariano ever so gracious to his audience slowly removes his clothing. He keeps his eyes on what he’s doing however - unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his belt. He already has their attention so he goes against putting on a show. Over the top has never been his style anyhow.
After he’s finished he looks up and sees Horacio’s eyes glued on him, like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Mariano is quite pleased with how close he has gotten with Gaston however. Make his plans that much easier.
Being naked in his mind is just another state of being. It’s no different than when his body is clothed. So he doesn’t shy away; instead he carefully strides towards the bed and climbs on top.
It doesn’t happen often - Gaston and Mariano - but enough that makes them miss it, crave it when their lips come together again. He spends his attention on his long time friend for the moment, getting lost in the feel of something he doesn’t allow himself to experience regularly.
“Help me.”
Whispered against Gaston’s lips, it really isn’t a question but rather a demand. Gaston watches him slither to the side towards Horacio.
The way he arches off the bed when Mariano slides his fingers over his bare chest, over rapidly pebbling nipples has Gaston wondering about Horacio’s experience. A look from his friend tells him he’s thinking the same thing but the question goes unasked.
Everything from this point on becomes just a big ball of sensations that burst all over Horacio’s body. Gaston’s lips are on his while Mariano continues to play with his nipples. Even if he wanted to he could not think anything past ‘oh my fucking god’. He doesn’t think he could survive much more.
But they haven’t even really started yet.
Gaston’s tongue in his mouth, licking kissing fucking every inch of it, distracts him enough that he doesn’t know he’s now completely naked until a hand wraps around his cock. He chokes into the kiss but Gaston doesn’t let up, Mariano either.
A hand on his hips while another joins the previous one on his cock and Horacio is pretty sure is cannot breathe. When the lips against his retreat he forces his eyes open and feels his lungs tighten even further.
Mariano is hunched over him with one hand planted into the pillow next to his head, the other working expertly on his cock with Gaston helping. He looks to one man then the other before pushing up into their collective efforts. He wants to come sooner than later.
Ever attuned, Mariano slides the hand laying on his hips to cup his backside. He squeezes hard and chuckles quietly when he hears Horacio moan. It is then he presses his finger against him, not hard, not inside but just enough to cause the younger man’s body to spasm as he comes.
Fatigue settles in and the last thing he remembers is someone chuckling and someone pressing a kiss to his forehead. It could have been the same person for all that matters.
**
A little later - maybe 10 minutes, maybe an hour, or maybe three - Horacio startles awake when he hears whispered voices. Opening his eyes he sees Mariano and Gaston tangled up in each other and guilt sweeps through him. He feels like he’s intruding and forces himself to close his eyes. It’s a shame he cannot do the same with his ears.