Yay! A fic! Wow! lol
Title: Today I Don’t Feel Like Doing Anything
Author: spain_fanatic79
Pairing: Alvaro Morata/Tomas Mejias
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly, not true!
Author's Note: This was a prompt from sumrndmgrl : "Morata/Mejias and a Saturday afternoon" Yay! loll
The warm air filtered through the windows of Tomas's apartment as the sounds of the Xbox resounded through the room. Though the afternoon had begun with both boys sitting on Tomas's couch, Tomas had slid to the ground and Alvaro had spread out horizontally behind him. With a lull in conversation, the only sound to be heard was of dying zombies.
"Tomas..." Alvaro began.
"What?" Tomas responded without turning away from the screen.
"Have you ever thought about...I don't know...kissing a guy?" Alvaro said, almost hesitantly.
Tomas raised his eyebrows. "Why?" Tomas asked suspiciously, thinking that this was a very lame pickup line if it was one. He knew that Alvaro tended to play innocent to get what he wanted, and wondered if this was one of those moments.
"Uh...I don't know." Alvaro replied. He propped himself up on an elbow and resettled himself on the couch.
Paying him no mind, Tomas continued slaughtering zombies. Tomas waited to see how long Alvaro would play coy.
"Well? Have you?" Alvaro pushed.
Tomas grinned "Alvaro, don't play innocent, I know what happened last year with Pablo."
Alvaro settled uncomfortably behind him again.
Another long and somewhat uncomfortable silence passed while Tomas briefly considered the striker’s intentions. Tomas paused the game and turned around to face an embarrassed looking Alvaro.
"If you want me to fuck you, you could just ask." He said sounding somewhat amused.
Alvaro sat up in surprise, but Tomas could see the challenge in the innocently wide eyes. Tomas smirked and stood up to stretch. He ambled into the kitchen to get himself a cup of water. Alvaro met his gaze uncertainly.
"Well?" Tomas said, filling a glass. Alvaro stood, and made his way closer to where Tomas stood against the counter. Alvaro hung along the wall, eying at the keeper appreciatively as he gulped his water .Setting his glass down, Tomas stepped very close Alvaro. He saw the younger striker give him a hungry once over and returned it. Alvaro was perhaps the second tallest boy on the team, and Tomas had never been with anyone nearly as tall as him. He briefly wondered how much force it would take to hold down the eager boy. "You wanna play games? I can play them too..." he began, grinning slowly.
Putting his hand on his shoulders, he pushed Alvaro's back to the wall, tilting his head up slightly and meeting his lips in a rough clash of teeth and tongue. Alvaro recovered from the sudden movement quickly and returned the attentions eagerly. Judging by the boy’s smooth response, Tomas had been right; Alvaro was no stranger to these games. Already he was conjuring up images of other things he was sure Alvaro could do with that skillful tongue.
He growled when Alvaro’s hands moved hesitantly under his shirt.
“Fuck, stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, pressing Alvaro harder against the wall as the boy sucked on his neck. The only response was another urgent kiss from Alvaro as the grip on Tomas’s waist tightened. Feeling Tomas’s arousal pressed against his own, the striker moaned and rubbed harder against him.
His hand slipped beneath the waistband to tease the younger boy's erection, and Alvaro moaned loudly and reached into Tomas's shorts. Tomas had heard rumors of the striker’s ability to act like an impatient child while being the best fuck in Castilla, and though Tomas had never known Alvaro especially well, he was beginning to realize just how the rumors might be true.
Suddenly, a loud ring sounded from Alvaro's pocket.
Both boys jumped, but Tomas, whose hands were busy working Alvaro's shorts off, reached the pocket first, and snatched out the phone before the other boy had his hand out. Tomas saw who was calling and hit the button to answer quickly, smirking at Alvaro.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice still thick from arousal. Alvaro, still panting and not entirely conscious, stared at him in panic, mind running through who could be calling him.
"Oh yeah, he's right here."
Alvaro could have sworn he made his voice sound thicker on purpose.
Tomas handed the phone to Alvaro and grinned evilly.
"It's your girlfriend."
Alvaro's look of sheer panic made Tomas chuckle again, and Alvaro's voice cracked when he responded with a hoarse "Hello?"
Tomas chuckled and leaned forward, reaching into Alvaro's shorts again while he listened to Alvaro's girlfriend yell at him for forgetting to pick her up.
Decidedly distracted, Alvaro batted at Tomas. "Stooopp it!” What was meant to come out as a hiss sounded more like a hoarse moan. "No! Not you!” he said into the phone. “Tom-nevermind, I'm coming, I'm coming" he said into the phone, his voice only slightly losing the huskiness. He hung up quickly and glared at Tomas. Tomas winked and Alvaro continued to glare at him, the bulge in his shorts still obvious.
"Well, get dressed and go get your damsel in distress," Tomas taunted, stepping back and releasing him from the wall.
“I am dressed,” he muttered. Regrettably, He thought.
“Well go! If you don’t get any tonight, you can always come back to me!” Tomas called mockingly.
As he went out the door, Alvaro set his jaw and swore it wasn't over.