title: a wisp of a fantasy
title: a wisp of a fantasy
pairing: sami khedira/mesut ozil
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
a/n: written for footballkink2’s prompt sami/mesut: ear fixation. sorry this took so incredibly long, anon :(
He doesn’t know when it started exactly. Maybe back in 2007 when they both debuted for the under-21 German side, young and full of excitement and self-assurance. Or maybe it was in South Africa, when being called up to represent their country on the world’s biggest stage was no longer a dream but reality. Or perhaps it began when they both touched down in one of the world’s amazing cities to play for a club like Real Madrid.
Or maybe it’s a random day after training in the locker room when Mesut is sitting on the bench with nothing but a towel gracing his hips, water droplets clinging dearly for life from his hair and failing as they fall onto his bare shoulders and back. He’s in his own world, not paying attention to anything around him, definitely not the set of eyes on him.
And really, Sami feels bad - horrible actually - for watching him like he does, like he’s intruding but he can’t help it. He doesn’t take his eyes off Mesut when he gets up from the bench and turns to his locker to retrieve his shorts... With Sami’s attention nowhere but on his back.
Then Mesut bends over to put on his shorts, dropping the towel as he pulls it up over his thighs. It’s only an inch but a glorious inch of Mesut’s ass Sami will not forget any time soon. When Mesut turns back around again and his gaze falls on him, Sami panics immediately but he is just waved over like Mesut hasn’t caught him staring.
So Sami walks over, telling himself to breathe and relax before he gives himself away and he smiles as he takes a seat on the bench Mesut had occupied earlier.
“Do you want to go for dinner or just get take out?” Mesut asks as he tips his head to the side and brings the towel to his hair, running it gently over his locks.
If Sami could see himself, he would be embarrassed because he’s staring with his eyes wide, utterly forgetting that he is in the locker room, all but eye-fucking his teammate - his friend. But he can’t so he doesn’t realize that if he was in a cartoon, this is the part where his jaw hits the floor. It isn’t until Mesut drops the towel next to him on the bench does he snap out of it.
“Sami?”
He feels his cheeks get hot all the way down his neck but he shakes it off mentally though he lets out a cough before looking his friend straight in the eyes.
“Let’s go for dinner?”
It turns into a question because Mesut is standing directly in front of him, bare-chested and playing with his hair, smoothing it behind his ears, distracting Sami without being aware.
His ears... despite the magnificent shape his body is in after arriving in Madrid, Sami cannot resist Meust’s ears. He doesn’t even know why. A foot fetish, toe fetish, nipple fetish... those make sense. An ear fetish? Not so much.
He’s thought about it... about what kissing Mesut’s ear would be like, to take the soft lobe into his mouth and suck on it gently and first, teasing, then hard and bruising - to the point where he has Mesut mewling and begging for more. Sami wants nothing more than to trace every inch of his shell with his tongue.
“Yeah, okay.” Mesut agrees but all Sami can focus on is the fact that he’s placing diamond studs in his ears. He should be ashamed of himself right now, for being aroused to the point of being half hard.
Sami just nods before deciding it’s time to head back to his own locker. He doesn’t want everyone to know he’s aroused, especially not his friend.
{*}
They have a team lunch today, which Sami and Mesut were supposed to be at 20 minutes ago but Mesut had kept on telling the other man that he would only be a second. Now they are late and Sami is getting texts and calls from everyone on the team, even Cristiano (who is delighting in the fact that he is not the last one this time).
He’s getting worried now. Mesut’s usually done before him but now he is taking an unusually long time to get ready. So Sami doesn’t think twice about entering his room.
“Mesut?”
When he doesn’t get a response back, Sami walks in a little further and is about to call out again when he hears a loud “fuck!” coming from the washroom.
“Mesut?” Sami calls out again as his fingers push open the door.
Right then and there, Sami’s fucked and not the way he wants. Mesut is standing bare-chested against the sink, leaning forward towards the mirror, a look of frustration on his face. Sami attempts to speak but instead he lets out a sound between a squeak and a gurgle and Mesut turns his in direction, surprised etched on his features before he smiles.
“Hey, Sami. I know we’re late but...”
“What ‘s wrong?”
Mesut’s cheeks flush lightly. “I bought these new earrings today but I can’t get it into my right ear.” He pulls the earlobe in question forward to show his friend. It’s angry, red all over. “I should just forget it.” But instead he turns back to the mirror and tries again.
He doesn’t know why he says it but he does.
“Can I help?”
Mesut laughs meekly as he locks eyes with Sami in the bathroom mirror. “Sure, why not?”
Sami all but trips over his feet as he walks closer to his teammate. He steps up behind him and reaches out his hand and shivers slightly when Mesut drops the cold piece of jewellery into his grasp (of course, Sami will never admit it to anyone).
“The left one went in without much of a fight but the right one is being a bitch.”
Breathing in slowly, Sami curls his fingers around the earring before bringing up to Mesut’s ear. He gets this sick feeling in his stomach, like the bile in his system is about to rise and find itself on the floor of Mesut’s bathroom. He takes a deep breath, cursing himself quietly for being so dramatic. He is just helping his friend. He can do this.
“Sami?”
His eyes snap up to the mirror where they connect with Mesut’s, who is looking at him quizzically.
“S-sorry,” Sami stutters before gently pressing the earring against the front of Mesut’s ear with one hand and holds the back with the other.
As clichéd as it might sound, Sami feels as though time as stopped, frozen actually because he cannot move a muscle, not even if wanted to. And what he wants is to bend down and bite the top of the delicate ear he has between his fingers, to lick every inch...
“Is it in?”
Sami jumps when his fantasy is shattered and Mesut swears when he presses too hard.
“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry, Mesut.”
“Is it in?”
Sami looks down and sees the silver back end protrude angrily from the red lobe. “Y-yeah, it is. Your ear is really red though. Sorry.”
Mesut laughs. “That’s okay, just put the back on and I’ll clean it. Then we can finally leave.”
Sami curses under his breath, thinking he was safe from touching his friend any further. His patience is really being put to the test. With a shaky yet steady grip Sami grasps the backing and presses it to the tip of the earring, sliding it into place.
Then Mesut is pulling away from his touch to lean closer to inspect his ear in the mirror, smiling when he deems it uninfected. He eventually turns around and though his eyes flicker with something else for a moment, he beams up to Sami with a contagious smile.
“Thanks, Sami. Should we get going, yeah?” He pats his cheek affectionately before walking out of the bathroom.
Sami doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.
Lunch turns into drinks which turns into dinner then drinks again and it ends up being close to three o’clock in the morning before they arrive back to their place (which is still considerably early for their outings). They walk to their rooms respectively; however, right when Sami has his fingers curled around the handle to his, he hears Mesut swear loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Sami asks as he turns around immediately, already reaching Mesut before he gets an answer.
Mesut lets out a forced laugh. “Nothing. I’ll be okay.”
“Mesut,” Sami’s tone is soft but serious that Mesut sighs before telling him the truth.
“It’s the fucking earring. Hurts.”
Automatically, without thinking, Sami closes the distance between them and touches the ear in question and suddenly, it’s like the air between them ceases to exist. Mesut’s eyes lock onto his and Sami doesn’t move his fingers, just rests them on the shell of his ear.
It’s silent except the sharp inhale of breath and then:
“Do it.”
Somewhere deep in his mind, Sami knows what he’s supposed to do rather than what he wants to do but his desires get the best of him. And he presses his lips against Mesut’s and when he doesn’t get a response Sami pulls away like he’s been burned.
“I...I-”
“Again.”
Mesut’s eyes are dark and serious. He reaches out and pulls Sami back to him by curling his fingers around his waist. “Do it again.”
And when Sami doesn’t, doesn’t move forward, doesn’t blink, doesn’t do anything, Mesut does. He kisses him carefully but with conviction and Sami relents, letting his body mould to Mesut’s.
It feels a little weird, to be kissing his friend, Mesut - the man who’s been occupying his mind for a while now. Yet, he doesn’t pull away, can’t pull away. This is what he’s wanted for a long time now.
A moan against his lips has Sami grasping for anything as he slides his fingers into Mesut’s hair, brushing against the shell of his ear. Mesut shivers and lets out a moaned ‘again’ and it takes a moment for Sami to understand what he’s meant to do before he traces the delicate skin of his ear carefully.
This is what he has wanted for a while now and it is definitely better than the fantasy. Mesut moves so easily with his body, arching in to his touch and moaning oh-so quietly. Their hips align with one another and that slight friction frizzles through their bodies. But Sami hasn’t completely let go of his inhibitions just yet and doesn’t push further. He’s not sure what he’s doing and Mesut is more than a conquest.
However, the decision is taken out of his hands as Mesut wraps his arms around him and backs up against the wall, pressing Sami close to his front. He bites down on Sami’s lips lightly but enough to have him feel it and Sami responds full force. He shoves his hands under Mesut’s shirt and pulls at it before the younger man gets the hint and rips it over his head. Sami takes just as long to get his own off but when he does they latch onto each other once again.
It’s Mesut who opens both of their jeans and it’s he who frees their cocks and it’s his hand which wraps around them and strokes slowly.
Sami breathes out slowly, leaning in close enough to rest his forehead against Mesut’s, eyes closing. It feels too good to stop, to go back and decide this was a bad idea. When a hand touches his, he opens his eyes and sees Mesut bringing it up to his face. He doesn’t understand until his thumb touches his ear.
To relive every single fantasy he has had about Mesut... Sami thinks he is dreaming, that this cannot be real under any circumstance but here he is, pressing the younger man against the wall having his dick stroked while he fondles the ear of the man who has been feeding this fantasy for a quite some time now. He breathes in deep, praying he doesn’t come so quickly.
Mesut’s rocking with him, his hand alternating between fast and slow, whimpering when he slides over the head of his own cock. Sami moves his head to the side and takes Mesut’s earlobe between his lips and sucks lightly, tasting the metal of the earring on his tongue, increasing the pressure when Mesut does. They move in perfect synchronization.
When he feels himself close to climax, Sami lets go of Mesut’s ear but blows on it gently. When he feels the younger man shiver beneath him, he does it again - repeating the motion of sucking on the lobe and letting his breath fall over it. Mesut’s breath hitches and Sami takes liberty of biting down particularly hard one last time.
Mesut comes first - only by seconds because when Sami feels his cock wet from Mesut’s, he follows after him, moaning against the shell of his ear.
He wipes his hand on the side of his jeans before taking Sami’s face between them and kissing him deeply. When he feels the slight stubble of Sami’s cheek he laughs as he pulls away. When he picks up his shirt and walks towards his bedroom, he knows he doesn’t need to tell Sami to follow.
pairing: sami khedira/mesut ozil
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
a/n: written for footballkink2’s prompt sami/mesut: ear fixation. sorry this took so incredibly long, anon :(
He doesn’t know when it started exactly. Maybe back in 2007 when they both debuted for the under-21 German side, young and full of excitement and self-assurance. Or maybe it was in South Africa, when being called up to represent their country on the world’s biggest stage was no longer a dream but reality. Or perhaps it began when they both touched down in one of the world’s amazing cities to play for a club like Real Madrid.
Or maybe it’s a random day after training in the locker room when Mesut is sitting on the bench with nothing but a towel gracing his hips, water droplets clinging dearly for life from his hair and failing as they fall onto his bare shoulders and back. He’s in his own world, not paying attention to anything around him, definitely not the set of eyes on him.
And really, Sami feels bad - horrible actually - for watching him like he does, like he’s intruding but he can’t help it. He doesn’t take his eyes off Mesut when he gets up from the bench and turns to his locker to retrieve his shorts... With Sami’s attention nowhere but on his back.
Then Mesut bends over to put on his shorts, dropping the towel as he pulls it up over his thighs. It’s only an inch but a glorious inch of Mesut’s ass Sami will not forget any time soon. When Mesut turns back around again and his gaze falls on him, Sami panics immediately but he is just waved over like Mesut hasn’t caught him staring.
So Sami walks over, telling himself to breathe and relax before he gives himself away and he smiles as he takes a seat on the bench Mesut had occupied earlier.
“Do you want to go for dinner or just get take out?” Mesut asks as he tips his head to the side and brings the towel to his hair, running it gently over his locks.
If Sami could see himself, he would be embarrassed because he’s staring with his eyes wide, utterly forgetting that he is in the locker room, all but eye-fucking his teammate - his friend. But he can’t so he doesn’t realize that if he was in a cartoon, this is the part where his jaw hits the floor. It isn’t until Mesut drops the towel next to him on the bench does he snap out of it.
“Sami?”
He feels his cheeks get hot all the way down his neck but he shakes it off mentally though he lets out a cough before looking his friend straight in the eyes.
“Let’s go for dinner?”
It turns into a question because Mesut is standing directly in front of him, bare-chested and playing with his hair, smoothing it behind his ears, distracting Sami without being aware.
His ears... despite the magnificent shape his body is in after arriving in Madrid, Sami cannot resist Meust’s ears. He doesn’t even know why. A foot fetish, toe fetish, nipple fetish... those make sense. An ear fetish? Not so much.
He’s thought about it... about what kissing Mesut’s ear would be like, to take the soft lobe into his mouth and suck on it gently and first, teasing, then hard and bruising - to the point where he has Mesut mewling and begging for more. Sami wants nothing more than to trace every inch of his shell with his tongue.
“Yeah, okay.” Mesut agrees but all Sami can focus on is the fact that he’s placing diamond studs in his ears. He should be ashamed of himself right now, for being aroused to the point of being half hard.
Sami just nods before deciding it’s time to head back to his own locker. He doesn’t want everyone to know he’s aroused, especially not his friend.
{*}
They have a team lunch today, which Sami and Mesut were supposed to be at 20 minutes ago but Mesut had kept on telling the other man that he would only be a second. Now they are late and Sami is getting texts and calls from everyone on the team, even Cristiano (who is delighting in the fact that he is not the last one this time).
He’s getting worried now. Mesut’s usually done before him but now he is taking an unusually long time to get ready. So Sami doesn’t think twice about entering his room.
“Mesut?”
When he doesn’t get a response back, Sami walks in a little further and is about to call out again when he hears a loud “fuck!” coming from the washroom.
“Mesut?” Sami calls out again as his fingers push open the door.
Right then and there, Sami’s fucked and not the way he wants. Mesut is standing bare-chested against the sink, leaning forward towards the mirror, a look of frustration on his face. Sami attempts to speak but instead he lets out a sound between a squeak and a gurgle and Mesut turns his in direction, surprised etched on his features before he smiles.
“Hey, Sami. I know we’re late but...”
“What ‘s wrong?”
Mesut’s cheeks flush lightly. “I bought these new earrings today but I can’t get it into my right ear.” He pulls the earlobe in question forward to show his friend. It’s angry, red all over. “I should just forget it.” But instead he turns back to the mirror and tries again.
He doesn’t know why he says it but he does.
“Can I help?”
Mesut laughs meekly as he locks eyes with Sami in the bathroom mirror. “Sure, why not?”
Sami all but trips over his feet as he walks closer to his teammate. He steps up behind him and reaches out his hand and shivers slightly when Mesut drops the cold piece of jewellery into his grasp (of course, Sami will never admit it to anyone).
“The left one went in without much of a fight but the right one is being a bitch.”
Breathing in slowly, Sami curls his fingers around the earring before bringing up to Mesut’s ear. He gets this sick feeling in his stomach, like the bile in his system is about to rise and find itself on the floor of Mesut’s bathroom. He takes a deep breath, cursing himself quietly for being so dramatic. He is just helping his friend. He can do this.
“Sami?”
His eyes snap up to the mirror where they connect with Mesut’s, who is looking at him quizzically.
“S-sorry,” Sami stutters before gently pressing the earring against the front of Mesut’s ear with one hand and holds the back with the other.
As clichéd as it might sound, Sami feels as though time as stopped, frozen actually because he cannot move a muscle, not even if wanted to. And what he wants is to bend down and bite the top of the delicate ear he has between his fingers, to lick every inch...
“Is it in?”
Sami jumps when his fantasy is shattered and Mesut swears when he presses too hard.
“Shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry, Mesut.”
“Is it in?”
Sami looks down and sees the silver back end protrude angrily from the red lobe. “Y-yeah, it is. Your ear is really red though. Sorry.”
Mesut laughs. “That’s okay, just put the back on and I’ll clean it. Then we can finally leave.”
Sami curses under his breath, thinking he was safe from touching his friend any further. His patience is really being put to the test. With a shaky yet steady grip Sami grasps the backing and presses it to the tip of the earring, sliding it into place.
Then Mesut is pulling away from his touch to lean closer to inspect his ear in the mirror, smiling when he deems it uninfected. He eventually turns around and though his eyes flicker with something else for a moment, he beams up to Sami with a contagious smile.
“Thanks, Sami. Should we get going, yeah?” He pats his cheek affectionately before walking out of the bathroom.
Sami doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.
Lunch turns into drinks which turns into dinner then drinks again and it ends up being close to three o’clock in the morning before they arrive back to their place (which is still considerably early for their outings). They walk to their rooms respectively; however, right when Sami has his fingers curled around the handle to his, he hears Mesut swear loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Sami asks as he turns around immediately, already reaching Mesut before he gets an answer.
Mesut lets out a forced laugh. “Nothing. I’ll be okay.”
“Mesut,” Sami’s tone is soft but serious that Mesut sighs before telling him the truth.
“It’s the fucking earring. Hurts.”
Automatically, without thinking, Sami closes the distance between them and touches the ear in question and suddenly, it’s like the air between them ceases to exist. Mesut’s eyes lock onto his and Sami doesn’t move his fingers, just rests them on the shell of his ear.
It’s silent except the sharp inhale of breath and then:
“Do it.”
Somewhere deep in his mind, Sami knows what he’s supposed to do rather than what he wants to do but his desires get the best of him. And he presses his lips against Mesut’s and when he doesn’t get a response Sami pulls away like he’s been burned.
“I...I-”
“Again.”
Mesut’s eyes are dark and serious. He reaches out and pulls Sami back to him by curling his fingers around his waist. “Do it again.”
And when Sami doesn’t, doesn’t move forward, doesn’t blink, doesn’t do anything, Mesut does. He kisses him carefully but with conviction and Sami relents, letting his body mould to Mesut’s.
It feels a little weird, to be kissing his friend, Mesut - the man who’s been occupying his mind for a while now. Yet, he doesn’t pull away, can’t pull away. This is what he’s wanted for a long time now.
A moan against his lips has Sami grasping for anything as he slides his fingers into Mesut’s hair, brushing against the shell of his ear. Mesut shivers and lets out a moaned ‘again’ and it takes a moment for Sami to understand what he’s meant to do before he traces the delicate skin of his ear carefully.
This is what he has wanted for a while now and it is definitely better than the fantasy. Mesut moves so easily with his body, arching in to his touch and moaning oh-so quietly. Their hips align with one another and that slight friction frizzles through their bodies. But Sami hasn’t completely let go of his inhibitions just yet and doesn’t push further. He’s not sure what he’s doing and Mesut is more than a conquest.
However, the decision is taken out of his hands as Mesut wraps his arms around him and backs up against the wall, pressing Sami close to his front. He bites down on Sami’s lips lightly but enough to have him feel it and Sami responds full force. He shoves his hands under Mesut’s shirt and pulls at it before the younger man gets the hint and rips it over his head. Sami takes just as long to get his own off but when he does they latch onto each other once again.
It’s Mesut who opens both of their jeans and it’s he who frees their cocks and it’s his hand which wraps around them and strokes slowly.
Sami breathes out slowly, leaning in close enough to rest his forehead against Mesut’s, eyes closing. It feels too good to stop, to go back and decide this was a bad idea. When a hand touches his, he opens his eyes and sees Mesut bringing it up to his face. He doesn’t understand until his thumb touches his ear.
To relive every single fantasy he has had about Mesut... Sami thinks he is dreaming, that this cannot be real under any circumstance but here he is, pressing the younger man against the wall having his dick stroked while he fondles the ear of the man who has been feeding this fantasy for a quite some time now. He breathes in deep, praying he doesn’t come so quickly.
Mesut’s rocking with him, his hand alternating between fast and slow, whimpering when he slides over the head of his own cock. Sami moves his head to the side and takes Mesut’s earlobe between his lips and sucks lightly, tasting the metal of the earring on his tongue, increasing the pressure when Mesut does. They move in perfect synchronization.
When he feels himself close to climax, Sami lets go of Mesut’s ear but blows on it gently. When he feels the younger man shiver beneath him, he does it again - repeating the motion of sucking on the lobe and letting his breath fall over it. Mesut’s breath hitches and Sami takes liberty of biting down particularly hard one last time.
Mesut comes first - only by seconds because when Sami feels his cock wet from Mesut’s, he follows after him, moaning against the shell of his ear.
He wipes his hand on the side of his jeans before taking Sami’s face between them and kissing him deeply. When he feels the slight stubble of Sami’s cheek he laughs as he pulls away. When he picks up his shirt and walks towards his bedroom, he knows he doesn’t need to tell Sami to follow.