I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless - Ibrahimovic / Nesta
Title: I'll take my clothes off, and it will be shameless, cause everyone knows that's how you get famous
Pairing: Zlatan Ibrahimovic / Sandro Nesta
Rating: NC-17
Warning: alcohol
A/N: Written for wurdig =)
I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless, cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
Sandro was sitting there, pissed because of how bad they had been in the Champions League, and he frowned when the door opened. Only one second later he regretted being where he was.
“Zlatan… Like I need you now,” he muttered, watching Zlatan entering the room, holding on to the wall. He knew he should have locked his front door, but he didn’t do that, and now Zlatan was there. And apparently drunk again.
“You don’t need Zlatan? But Zlatan is always needed!” the Swede insisted. Sandro rolled his eyes. He knew that already. He had had his experiences with that.
“Well, then sit down. You want something to drink?” he asked. He wanted to get Zlatan out again as quick as possible, but that wouldn’t be easy.
“Vodka. Zlatan wants vodka,” Zlatan said, grinning. Sandro sighed, fetching some water from the kitchen, hoping that Zlatan was drunk enough to believe that that was vodka. Unfortunately he wasn’t, and complained, until Sandro really brought some vodka, even if he knew that that was a grave mistake, because then Zlatan wouldn’t leave all too soon. Sandro decided to drink some vodka, too, because this sounded like the best possible thing.
After some vodka it wasn’t too bad anymore to have Zlatan in his house. Sandro sat down next to Zlatan and started kissing the Swede, passionately. Zlatan grinned and started stroking over Sandro’s chest, kissing the other man back, deeply. It tasted of alcohol, and of pure sex. Sandro wondered why he was doing that again, but he couldn’t resist undressing the other man. And he couldn’t resist moaning deeply when Zlatan entered him with a deep thrust. And then, when they were both lying in their come, Sandro knew why he had done that…
Pairing: Zlatan Ibrahimovic / Sandro Nesta
Rating: NC-17
Warning: alcohol
A/N: Written for wurdig =)
I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless, cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
Sandro was sitting there, pissed because of how bad they had been in the Champions League, and he frowned when the door opened. Only one second later he regretted being where he was.
“Zlatan… Like I need you now,” he muttered, watching Zlatan entering the room, holding on to the wall. He knew he should have locked his front door, but he didn’t do that, and now Zlatan was there. And apparently drunk again.
“You don’t need Zlatan? But Zlatan is always needed!” the Swede insisted. Sandro rolled his eyes. He knew that already. He had had his experiences with that.
“Well, then sit down. You want something to drink?” he asked. He wanted to get Zlatan out again as quick as possible, but that wouldn’t be easy.
“Vodka. Zlatan wants vodka,” Zlatan said, grinning. Sandro sighed, fetching some water from the kitchen, hoping that Zlatan was drunk enough to believe that that was vodka. Unfortunately he wasn’t, and complained, until Sandro really brought some vodka, even if he knew that that was a grave mistake, because then Zlatan wouldn’t leave all too soon. Sandro decided to drink some vodka, too, because this sounded like the best possible thing.
After some vodka it wasn’t too bad anymore to have Zlatan in his house. Sandro sat down next to Zlatan and started kissing the Swede, passionately. Zlatan grinned and started stroking over Sandro’s chest, kissing the other man back, deeply. It tasted of alcohol, and of pure sex. Sandro wondered why he was doing that again, but he couldn’t resist undressing the other man. And he couldn’t resist moaning deeply when Zlatan entered him with a deep thrust. And then, when they were both lying in their come, Sandro knew why he had done that…