Finally getting around to the request fics...
Title: Common Knowledge
Author: spain_fanatic79
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Alvaro Morata
Rating: R
A/N: For smrndgirl…Never tried to write real slash before; I have no idea what I’m doing, sorry!! XD *wince* It started out kind of hard core and drifted away…
Cristiano has seen it. He knows how the boy looks at him. He doesn’t need any of the other guys teasing him about Alvaro to know that the boy obviously wants him. He’s seen the guilty look on Alvaro’s face when he catches Alvaro staring. The truth is, he doesn’t really mind either. Who doesn’t like to be worshipped? Besides, the kid is kind of cute, he thinks. The pouty lips, the big eyes, the mumbly way he talks…
Now training is over, and one by one their teammates are showering and leaving, but Cristiano asked Alvaro to wait for him, and of course, the boy does. Cristiano doesn’t shower; he talks to the other boys until they’re all leaving. Sergio, the last one to leave, casts Cristiano a smirk and a raised eyebrow before heading out the door. He, too, has seen the pure worship the boy has for Cristiano. Alvaro is looking kind of puzzled now, but he does what he’s told and he packs his stuff while Cristiano showers.
When Cristiano comes out, naked and still wet, Alvaro doesn’t look up. But Cristiano can see the boy gulp, and how the boy is studying his iPod intently, and he knows the boy is trying his absolute hardest not to look. Cristiano grins and finally says something. “Kid, I don’t care if you look.” Alvaro glances up but quickly looks down again. Cristiano rolls his eyes. He was never very patient, and he doesn’t much like being refused.
Stepping up to Alvaro, he puts a firm hand under the kid’s chin and tilts his face up slowly, forcing Alvaro to look at him. Alvaro’s eyes travel up his body and end up fixed on his, waiting for him to do something, anything. Cristiano’s tired of waiting, and he knows the boy will never make the first move, so with his other hand, he grabs a fistful of Alvaro’s jersey, and pulls him up. When Alvaro stands up, Cristiano realizes he’d forgotten that the kid is huge and that he actually has to tip his own head up a bit to reach his lips. But it doesn’t matter; he forces Alvaro’s mouth open with his own as he bites those adorable pouty lips and slips his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth with no resistance on his part. Completely stunned, Alvaro doesn’t react at all; the man he dreams about is kissing him, but he’s suddenly frozen, with no idea how to react, what to do. He’s suddenly terrified and he just lets Cristiano do whatever he wants to him.
Cristiano stops for a second when he realizes that Alvaro isn’t reacting at all and lets go of him. He can see the wide uncertainty reflected in Alvaro’s big brown eyes, and smirks. “You ok, kid?” he asks, smirking. Alvaro’s not sure if it’s the smug smile, or the condescending tone of “kid” that makes him wake up and realize, this is just a guy…just a guy who wants him just as much as he wants him. He has nothing to be scared of, he realizes, and so he says, “No, I’m fine…” (albeit somewhat raggedly) and quickly silences Cristiano by kissing him back, just as hard. This time, Alvaro’s the one pushing his tongue into Cristiano’s mouth. Amused, Cristiano relents and allows him to have his way, at least for a moment. But when his iPhone beeps, Cristiano breaks the kiss and looks at the phone. “Listen, kid, I have to go…but…play like that on Saturday and you’ll get your rewards.” All of a sudden, Cristiano has pulled on his clothes, and Alvaro doesn’t get a chance to ask him what he means before Cristiano has grabbed his stuff and is out the door.
Alvaro is confused…what is the Portuguese talking about? Football? Sex? Both?
****
Three days later, Real Madrid is playing Zaragoza and Mourinho is just about to sub him in. As he stands up next to the linesman holding the sign, a thousand thoughts are raging through his head, and all of a sudden he has the same feeling from a few days ago. Suddenly he’s standing in front of tens of thousands of people in this stadium and the pressure is suddenly incredible. He has to go on, and he can’t make a mistake if he ever wants a chance with this team. He’s completely stunned, completely frozen. But when Angel exchanges a hug with him before Alvaro goes onto the pitch, he relays a message from Cristiano. “Cris says, Play like you did a couple days ago.” Like sudden flash of lightning, the cryptic message clicks and he understands now…this stadium, this moment, is what he’s been training for for years. He has nothing to be scared of. With a nod of thanks to Angel, he’s running onto the field like he’s done this for years.
Now he’s on the field, running as hard as he can, giving his all to show that he can do whatever he sets his mind to do. He’s set his jaw and he’s going to prove that he deserves this chance, that he deserves to wear the escudo of this club.
He only plays ten minutes, but when the game ends and the players are coming off, Cristiano comes up to him and ruffles his hair. “You did good, kid…and you remember what I said?” Alvaro tries hard not to beam like a child at the fact that his idol is complimenting him…but he doesn’t suppress his wide grin very well.
Sergio comes up behind him and pulls his hair, congratulating him. “Hey, good job, man! Keep playing like that and we’ll see you here next year.” Lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone, he said, “Cristiano told me what he said to you…looks like you listened. That was a good idea. And I don’t think he’s done with you yet…”
****
Later, lying in Cristiano’s bed, sweaty, exhausted, and still trying to recover from coming harder than he ever has, he looks into the corner. In the dim light, he can see the matchball, with all the team’s autographs scrawled on it. Today, two of his biggest dreams came true…and then he finally understands exactly what Cristiano was talking about.
Author: spain_fanatic79
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Alvaro Morata
Rating: R
A/N: For smrndgirl…Never tried to write real slash before; I have no idea what I’m doing, sorry!! XD *wince* It started out kind of hard core and drifted away…
Cristiano has seen it. He knows how the boy looks at him. He doesn’t need any of the other guys teasing him about Alvaro to know that the boy obviously wants him. He’s seen the guilty look on Alvaro’s face when he catches Alvaro staring. The truth is, he doesn’t really mind either. Who doesn’t like to be worshipped? Besides, the kid is kind of cute, he thinks. The pouty lips, the big eyes, the mumbly way he talks…
Now training is over, and one by one their teammates are showering and leaving, but Cristiano asked Alvaro to wait for him, and of course, the boy does. Cristiano doesn’t shower; he talks to the other boys until they’re all leaving. Sergio, the last one to leave, casts Cristiano a smirk and a raised eyebrow before heading out the door. He, too, has seen the pure worship the boy has for Cristiano. Alvaro is looking kind of puzzled now, but he does what he’s told and he packs his stuff while Cristiano showers.
When Cristiano comes out, naked and still wet, Alvaro doesn’t look up. But Cristiano can see the boy gulp, and how the boy is studying his iPod intently, and he knows the boy is trying his absolute hardest not to look. Cristiano grins and finally says something. “Kid, I don’t care if you look.” Alvaro glances up but quickly looks down again. Cristiano rolls his eyes. He was never very patient, and he doesn’t much like being refused.
Stepping up to Alvaro, he puts a firm hand under the kid’s chin and tilts his face up slowly, forcing Alvaro to look at him. Alvaro’s eyes travel up his body and end up fixed on his, waiting for him to do something, anything. Cristiano’s tired of waiting, and he knows the boy will never make the first move, so with his other hand, he grabs a fistful of Alvaro’s jersey, and pulls him up. When Alvaro stands up, Cristiano realizes he’d forgotten that the kid is huge and that he actually has to tip his own head up a bit to reach his lips. But it doesn’t matter; he forces Alvaro’s mouth open with his own as he bites those adorable pouty lips and slips his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth with no resistance on his part. Completely stunned, Alvaro doesn’t react at all; the man he dreams about is kissing him, but he’s suddenly frozen, with no idea how to react, what to do. He’s suddenly terrified and he just lets Cristiano do whatever he wants to him.
Cristiano stops for a second when he realizes that Alvaro isn’t reacting at all and lets go of him. He can see the wide uncertainty reflected in Alvaro’s big brown eyes, and smirks. “You ok, kid?” he asks, smirking. Alvaro’s not sure if it’s the smug smile, or the condescending tone of “kid” that makes him wake up and realize, this is just a guy…just a guy who wants him just as much as he wants him. He has nothing to be scared of, he realizes, and so he says, “No, I’m fine…” (albeit somewhat raggedly) and quickly silences Cristiano by kissing him back, just as hard. This time, Alvaro’s the one pushing his tongue into Cristiano’s mouth. Amused, Cristiano relents and allows him to have his way, at least for a moment. But when his iPhone beeps, Cristiano breaks the kiss and looks at the phone. “Listen, kid, I have to go…but…play like that on Saturday and you’ll get your rewards.” All of a sudden, Cristiano has pulled on his clothes, and Alvaro doesn’t get a chance to ask him what he means before Cristiano has grabbed his stuff and is out the door.
Alvaro is confused…what is the Portuguese talking about? Football? Sex? Both?
****
Three days later, Real Madrid is playing Zaragoza and Mourinho is just about to sub him in. As he stands up next to the linesman holding the sign, a thousand thoughts are raging through his head, and all of a sudden he has the same feeling from a few days ago. Suddenly he’s standing in front of tens of thousands of people in this stadium and the pressure is suddenly incredible. He has to go on, and he can’t make a mistake if he ever wants a chance with this team. He’s completely stunned, completely frozen. But when Angel exchanges a hug with him before Alvaro goes onto the pitch, he relays a message from Cristiano. “Cris says, Play like you did a couple days ago.” Like sudden flash of lightning, the cryptic message clicks and he understands now…this stadium, this moment, is what he’s been training for for years. He has nothing to be scared of. With a nod of thanks to Angel, he’s running onto the field like he’s done this for years.
Now he’s on the field, running as hard as he can, giving his all to show that he can do whatever he sets his mind to do. He’s set his jaw and he’s going to prove that he deserves this chance, that he deserves to wear the escudo of this club.
He only plays ten minutes, but when the game ends and the players are coming off, Cristiano comes up to him and ruffles his hair. “You did good, kid…and you remember what I said?” Alvaro tries hard not to beam like a child at the fact that his idol is complimenting him…but he doesn’t suppress his wide grin very well.
Sergio comes up behind him and pulls his hair, congratulating him. “Hey, good job, man! Keep playing like that and we’ll see you here next year.” Lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone, he said, “Cristiano told me what he said to you…looks like you listened. That was a good idea. And I don’t think he’s done with you yet…”
****
Later, lying in Cristiano’s bed, sweaty, exhausted, and still trying to recover from coming harder than he ever has, he looks into the corner. In the dim light, he can see the matchball, with all the team’s autographs scrawled on it. Today, two of his biggest dreams came true…and then he finally understands exactly what Cristiano was talking about.