title: No sense
characters/pairing: Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos, Mesut Özil-Karim Benzema friendship, (tiny reference to unrequited Sami/Mesut pining)
rating: NC-17
word count: 700
summary: In which Sergio is randomly jealous and just a little obsessed with Mesut's arse. Written for
aeris444 My fourth Real Madrid celebratory fic and there's more to come. You can
find them all in this post.
Under all the smiling and goofing around and repeatedly proving to the camera that he can indeed count to three, Sergio is annoyed. It’s not a constant pressure in his chest, he’s too high on happiness for that, but sometimes he turns around to find Mesut standing next to Karim again, and he has the urge to... well, he’s not quite sure what, but definitely something.
It’s hilarious in a way that in this more than a little tipsy state his mind decides to be jealous of Karim. Karim of all people, who could very easily be the only one Mesut has never been with. It makes no sense, but drunk emotions never quite do in Sergio’s extensive experience, so he’s not too bothered. He just jokes around and drinks and dances and tries his best to block out all those little moments between Karim and Mesut.
But once they’re back at his house with only the most hardcore ones still standing, Sergio finds it increasingly hard to keep his hands off Mesut. Some see and keep sniggering, others are way too drunk to even notice, and then there’s Sami and Sergio doesn’t want to think of Sami right now. Instead he drags Mesut upstairs without a word. Mesut lets him and sighs contently when Sergio pushes him on the bed, not even bothering to close the door properly.
Sergio is too drunk to really care how they do this as long as they both come, and Mesut seems to feel the same. They just keep rutting against each other like a couple of horny, inexperienced teenagers, and in just a few moments they are both hard and panting into each other’s mouth. Mesut reaches down to free his cock from the confines of his jeans but he only gets as far as opening his fly before he gets distracted by the way Sergio’s hair is falling over him and he can’t help but grab a fistful of it a little too hard. Sergio moans into Mesut’s mouth, then shifts a bit to capture one of Mesut’s tantalising nipples between his lips. It makes Mesut throw his head back in pleasure and increase the pace of his hips, eager for friction. Sergio licks along the line of Mesut’s neck and then plunges his tongue into his open mouth again, groaning in pleasure as Mesut wraps his legs around him tight, as if to pull him even closer. He can feel the aching need to come more insistently with every passing second, reaches down into Mesut’s jeans and digs his short nails into Mesut’s arse. He suddenly has the urge to bite into it, just to test what kind of sound Mesut would make, and that thought is enough to push him over the edge and he comes in his jeans hard, biting down on Mesut’s lower lip while he rides his release.
A second later he’s down between Mesut’s legs, impatiently pulling down Mesut’s jeans, just enough to free his hard cock. He wraps his fingers around the by now familiar member and starts pulling and squeezing in a way that always makes Mesut squirm with pleasure. His other hand is cupping Mesut’s arse, enjoying the way the muscles dance under the skin with every new wave of pleasure. Then he bites hard into Mesut’s hip bone and that’s what finally makes Mesut cry out and then he’s coming, coating Sergio’s hand and his own stomach in streaks of white come. Sergio is watching with hunger for a few moments before licking away every last drop of it.
They don’t really speak afterwards, just swop a bright grin for a sated smile. Then Sergio gives Mesut’s arse a light slap and they get out of bed to go back to the party. As they try to rearrange their clothes so they don’t look quite so debauched, Sergio can’t help chuckling.
“You know, I was a bit jealous of you and Karim tonight.”
Mesut gives him an odd look, a mixture of surprise and amusement.
“Why?”
Sergio just shrugs and grins. Mesut shrugs too.
“Ok,” he says and follows Sergio back to the party that they don’t ever want to end.