fic: those empty places
title: those empty places
pairing: iker casillas/girl, iker casillas/mikel arteta
rated: nc-17
warning: au & het sex? have i warned for this before? does it matter?
"Oh my god, Iker. Iker, I’m gonna come." Shanna mouths against his ear. "Oh my god, I’m gonna come."
He grits his teeth against the whine in her voice and the way she says god. She says “gawd,” stretched long and sharp, God as a gaudy breathless cry. Iker slides his palms down to her hips and lifts sending his thrusts deeper.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," she cries against her shoulder coming right there in the dark of the tent, Mikel and his girlfriend right beside them.
He's barely sixteen but he knows, knows it will never be better even if Shanna sounds like a broken kettle when she moans. He can feel the ripples up and down his cock and this is the hottest fucking moment in his life.
He says, "Feels good, baby?" like it's a question, like he doesn't know how good he is with this big dick of his.
She whimpers, "uh huh. Uh huh, yeah," and it's something out of porn. Camping trip with their best friends, beer and shots of Four Loko, kissing and pawing at each other then Shanna climbs on his dick in the dead of night when Iker thought he'd have to take matters into his own hand.
He starts to thrust faster. Faster. The sticky slap of their skin sounds soft in the dark, wet. There's a rustle, a soft sigh, but Shanna just clenches tighter. She didn't hear and Iker doesn't fucking care if there are more eyes on him. He's going to come. He's going to come. He's going to come raw.
But Shanna pushes at his shoulders. Arches her back and moves away.
"What?" he hisses. "What the fuck!"
Shanna slaps a hand over his mouth. She squeezes a small hand around the base of his dick and pushes him back further. "It hurts now."
His dick knows what is coming before Iker’s poor brain can catch up and trembles. The roar of his body, frustrated and twisting in the wind overwhelms him. Shanna uses his fucked out confusion to slip up from the sleeping bad and close her thighs. She pets his cheek like he's a good boy. "Thank you for understanding baby."
He’d cry but they'd be angry fucking tears.
The next twenty minutes are filled with Iker’s desperate murmurs and Shanna’s giggles. Laughter like this is a game, like this is fun and Iker’s dick isn't so hard he could pound nails, throbs like he has, hurts because he was stopped, no warning, no explanation, and no relief given. He tries everything from kissing her shoulder to pushing his fingers into her warm pussy, apologies, I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. Please, baby, please.
"Just save it for me." She pets his dick, hers to do what she pleased.
The sun climbs across a sleepy sky filling the tent with the first stirrings of summer heat. Iker's eyes are open wide, red from suppressed tears, lips raw from the shouts he's kept in, and palms torn from the fists they'd been clenched in for through the night. He slips out of the sleeping bag, grabbing a pair of his cut off sweats and a t-shirt. He walks from the camp in a pair of flip flops, not going far, the water they pitched camp beside, a bottle of oil in his hands.
After nearly ten minutes of bitter stroking he gives up and sits there instead wondering what the fuck is going on. It had been literally the sixth time this has happened in the past week. Shanna winds him up then begs him not to use a condom because she wants to know what it feels like, only to stop him right before the moment. The camping trip was supposed to be it for them. He hates it. He's quickly starting to hate himself. Shanna... He doesn't know how he feels about her anymore.
A crack from the underbrush does nothing more than cause Iker to lift his heavy head. Mikel walks out of the woods, dark eyes filled with compassion.
"Fuck," Iker says. "You were awake."
"Like I could sleep through El Conquistador's triumph."
That fucking nickname brings an almost smile to his lips. "Yeah. We both know that didn’t happen."
“I know." Mikel scrubs his forehead with the back of his hand. "Look. You need to like. Be safe or something. Because. I heard her and jenny talking about shit. Sixteen and pregnant."
"Man-" Iker starts.
"No, I know. She's not stupid but. Girls don't do shit like that." He waves his hand at the front of Iker’s shorts and the wet spot spreading all desperate and dirty from the tip of his dick. "They don’t do that for nothing. Did you. I don’t know, did you cheat on her or something?
"No."
"Okay then. You should go ahead and do it. Keep it from her for a while. That'll hurt worse than anything." Mikel laughs, dirty fatalist that he was.
"I was trying but." Iker sets his head against the tree he leaned against. "Fuck man. I can't even get myself off. I'm just so fucking."
"Frustrated?"
"Yes."
"Angry?"
"Yes!"
"Hurt?"
"Yes! But don't tell anyone I said that."
"Let’s take it to the book!" Mikel mimes pulling out a giant tome and flips through the pages, a take off one of their favorite beer commercials. "Bro-code says.... I won't say a goddamn thing about you to anyone. Especially to your bitch."
Iker bumps their shoulders together. "Thanks."
Mikel goes quiet and they sit there, Iker running a lone finger over the base of his cock gingerly afraid like it's an open wound and Mikel just watching, brown eyes dark as the night. "Bro-code," he says, reaching out with a hand.
Iker inhales sharply at the feel of another person's hand wrapping around his dick, stroking him, touching him like he needs. He closes his eyes and rides the feel of it, strength, confidence, and selfless awe a healing balm to his pride. It shouldn’t take another dude to touch him like that, to make him feel like what he has is worth stroking like he’s special, but there it is. Here he is, legs spread, toes curling, his big fat dick being stroked exactly like he needs it, like he would only better because he doesn’t even have to.
"I’m gonna come."
"Do it." Mikel stares as Iker’s body thickens in his hand, muscles tight and then shooting thick strings of come over his fingers and the palm of his hand. "God,” he says softly, reverently.
"That’s so fucking hot, man."
Iker grins.
:: 1100
pairing: iker casillas/girl, iker casillas/mikel arteta
rated: nc-17
warning: au & het sex? have i warned for this before? does it matter?
"Oh my god, Iker. Iker, I’m gonna come." Shanna mouths against his ear. "Oh my god, I’m gonna come."
He grits his teeth against the whine in her voice and the way she says god. She says “gawd,” stretched long and sharp, God as a gaudy breathless cry. Iker slides his palms down to her hips and lifts sending his thrusts deeper.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," she cries against her shoulder coming right there in the dark of the tent, Mikel and his girlfriend right beside them.
He's barely sixteen but he knows, knows it will never be better even if Shanna sounds like a broken kettle when she moans. He can feel the ripples up and down his cock and this is the hottest fucking moment in his life.
He says, "Feels good, baby?" like it's a question, like he doesn't know how good he is with this big dick of his.
She whimpers, "uh huh. Uh huh, yeah," and it's something out of porn. Camping trip with their best friends, beer and shots of Four Loko, kissing and pawing at each other then Shanna climbs on his dick in the dead of night when Iker thought he'd have to take matters into his own hand.
He starts to thrust faster. Faster. The sticky slap of their skin sounds soft in the dark, wet. There's a rustle, a soft sigh, but Shanna just clenches tighter. She didn't hear and Iker doesn't fucking care if there are more eyes on him. He's going to come. He's going to come. He's going to come raw.
But Shanna pushes at his shoulders. Arches her back and moves away.
"What?" he hisses. "What the fuck!"
Shanna slaps a hand over his mouth. She squeezes a small hand around the base of his dick and pushes him back further. "It hurts now."
His dick knows what is coming before Iker’s poor brain can catch up and trembles. The roar of his body, frustrated and twisting in the wind overwhelms him. Shanna uses his fucked out confusion to slip up from the sleeping bad and close her thighs. She pets his cheek like he's a good boy. "Thank you for understanding baby."
He’d cry but they'd be angry fucking tears.
The next twenty minutes are filled with Iker’s desperate murmurs and Shanna’s giggles. Laughter like this is a game, like this is fun and Iker’s dick isn't so hard he could pound nails, throbs like he has, hurts because he was stopped, no warning, no explanation, and no relief given. He tries everything from kissing her shoulder to pushing his fingers into her warm pussy, apologies, I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. Please, baby, please.
"Just save it for me." She pets his dick, hers to do what she pleased.
The sun climbs across a sleepy sky filling the tent with the first stirrings of summer heat. Iker's eyes are open wide, red from suppressed tears, lips raw from the shouts he's kept in, and palms torn from the fists they'd been clenched in for through the night. He slips out of the sleeping bag, grabbing a pair of his cut off sweats and a t-shirt. He walks from the camp in a pair of flip flops, not going far, the water they pitched camp beside, a bottle of oil in his hands.
After nearly ten minutes of bitter stroking he gives up and sits there instead wondering what the fuck is going on. It had been literally the sixth time this has happened in the past week. Shanna winds him up then begs him not to use a condom because she wants to know what it feels like, only to stop him right before the moment. The camping trip was supposed to be it for them. He hates it. He's quickly starting to hate himself. Shanna... He doesn't know how he feels about her anymore.
A crack from the underbrush does nothing more than cause Iker to lift his heavy head. Mikel walks out of the woods, dark eyes filled with compassion.
"Fuck," Iker says. "You were awake."
"Like I could sleep through El Conquistador's triumph."
That fucking nickname brings an almost smile to his lips. "Yeah. We both know that didn’t happen."
“I know." Mikel scrubs his forehead with the back of his hand. "Look. You need to like. Be safe or something. Because. I heard her and jenny talking about shit. Sixteen and pregnant."
"Man-" Iker starts.
"No, I know. She's not stupid but. Girls don't do shit like that." He waves his hand at the front of Iker’s shorts and the wet spot spreading all desperate and dirty from the tip of his dick. "They don’t do that for nothing. Did you. I don’t know, did you cheat on her or something?
"No."
"Okay then. You should go ahead and do it. Keep it from her for a while. That'll hurt worse than anything." Mikel laughs, dirty fatalist that he was.
"I was trying but." Iker sets his head against the tree he leaned against. "Fuck man. I can't even get myself off. I'm just so fucking."
"Frustrated?"
"Yes."
"Angry?"
"Yes!"
"Hurt?"
"Yes! But don't tell anyone I said that."
"Let’s take it to the book!" Mikel mimes pulling out a giant tome and flips through the pages, a take off one of their favorite beer commercials. "Bro-code says.... I won't say a goddamn thing about you to anyone. Especially to your bitch."
Iker bumps their shoulders together. "Thanks."
Mikel goes quiet and they sit there, Iker running a lone finger over the base of his cock gingerly afraid like it's an open wound and Mikel just watching, brown eyes dark as the night. "Bro-code," he says, reaching out with a hand.
Iker inhales sharply at the feel of another person's hand wrapping around his dick, stroking him, touching him like he needs. He closes his eyes and rides the feel of it, strength, confidence, and selfless awe a healing balm to his pride. It shouldn’t take another dude to touch him like that, to make him feel like what he has is worth stroking like he’s special, but there it is. Here he is, legs spread, toes curling, his big fat dick being stroked exactly like he needs it, like he would only better because he doesn’t even have to.
"I’m gonna come."
"Do it." Mikel stares as Iker’s body thickens in his hand, muscles tight and then shooting thick strings of come over his fingers and the palm of his hand. "God,” he says softly, reverently.
"That’s so fucking hot, man."
Iker grins.
:: 1100