Continued fic :)
Title: I Just Wanna Lay in My Bed
Author: spain_fanatic79
Pairing: Alvaro Morata/Tomas Mejias
Rating: NC 17
Note: A [very late] continuation of "Today I Don't Feel Like Doing Anything", as reminded by iceboundnormal8. I'm not entirely too happy with it, even though this is a really hot pairing to me.
It had been one agonizing week since the incident, and Alvaro had virtually spend the entire week either glaring at Tomas, fantasizing about Tomas, or jerking himself off in a vain attempt to release the tension still locked up from last weekend. For a whole week, he had had to put up with Tomas slowly undressing, just for him, Tomas making subtle but dirty jokes to the others, and worst of all, Tomas texting him. For almost an entire week, they had been going back and forth, as Tomas detailed everything he was planning to do to him. Each text made Alvaro painfully more aware of the heat in his cock, and more than once he had had to excuse himself to take care of it.
It was only until Saturday that Tomas finally casually invited Alvaro to come over and play Playstation again, but judging by the grin on his face, Alvaro knew exactly what Tomas had asked him over for. Alvaro felt his heart rate quicken as he tried to accept in the most casual way possible.
Tomas could barely keep his hand from shaking as he unlocked the door of his apartment, with Alvaro standing close behind him. Pushing open the door, he stepped inside with Alvaro right behind him. As soon as they both had stepped in just inside the door, Tomas turned around immediately without even bothering to close the door. Grabbing Alvaro’s shoulders, he shoved the striker roughly against the door, slamming it shut. “So how did you explain to your girlfriend that a boy was about to fuck you?” Tomas muttered, cutting off Alvaro’s protest with a rough kiss. “She doesn’t even know, does she? Tomas accosted Alvaro, planting hot, wet kisses that turned into bites along the striker’s neck. “She doesn’t know you jerk off at night, desperate for me all over you, inside you…” Alvaro just moaned loudly, only adding to Tomas’s erection. Alvaro arched up against Tomas, both of them moaning as their erections rubbed against each other. Too impatient to let it drag out longer, Tomas reached under the striker’s shirt and stripped it off, stepping back to do the same.
Tomas had intended to drag it out longer, tease Alvaro more, but adrenaline was still coursing through his veins after practice and all the anticipation, and suddenly all he wanted to do was push Alvaro to the floor and fuck him right there and then. He let Alvaro undo his belt and pants, and then put his hands on the striker’s shoulders. The boy didn't need much prompting, for he immediately dropped to his knees. He slowly dragged the older boy's boxers down and wrapped his hand around the keeper's throbbing length. Alvaro grinned up at Tomas, and licked along the underside of his shaft teasingly before taking him into his mouth. Fuck. Tomas gasped and cursed under his breath at the wonderful sensation of the boy's warm, wet mouth. Hearing him, Alvaro looked up at him, and Tomas was struck by his big brown eyes, so sweet and eager to please. Going back to work, the striker swirled his tongue and sucked harder. Tomas's quickly dissolving mind flitted to the other day and knew he had been right, Alvaro's tongue could work wonders. He buried his hands in the striker's soft brown hair, barely able himself from pushing further into his mouth and choking him. Alvaro met his eyes again, his big eyes so full of want that Tomas knew something more had to happen.
“Okay...Stop." Tomas ordered, his voice surprisingly clear. Alvaro looked up at him, confused, but let Tomas slide out of his mouth.
"Turn around." he commanded, pulling the younger boy up and turning him around roughly. He slid his fingers in Alvaro's mouth to suck, and obediently, the striker sucked until the keeper pulled them out and slid his long fingers into him one by one, eliciting loud gasps from Alvaro.
Tomas slid in slowly, earning more low moans from Alvaro. The pre-cum and saliva made it a little smoother, but Tomas's considerable length meant the younger boy still had to take a moment to adjust. Alvaro groaned at the satisfaction of being filled, and when Tomas slid in and out slowly, he began moaning all kinds of deliciously filthy encouragements.
Alvaro reached for his aching cock, needing the relief so badly. Tomas caught his hand, pinning it behind him. "Don’t," he muttered gruffly. “Please?” Alvaro mewled. Tomas merely shook his head and thrust into him harder.
Alvaro's shameless moans filled the air as Tomas slammed into him, reveling in the boy's complete submission. Finally, he wrapped his hand around the boy's erection, working his large, strong hand up and down the slightly smaller boy's length as he thrust deeply inside of him.
Alvaro moans grew louder as he neared his climax, calling Tomas's name. Tomas, seeing him so close, angled his thrusts until he struck the prostate. Alvaro yelled at the intense pleasure, seeing stars in his vision. Tomas felt Alvaro clench around him, and nearly came undone before biting his lip and thrusting again as hard as he could. The next thrust was all it took to dispatch the young striker, who came so hard he almost blacked out as he splattered the door with thick, white come.
Meanwhile, Alvaro clenched the goalkeeper impossibly tight, and Tomas came with an inadvertent shout, shooting hot come deep into the other boy. Alvaro's knees buckled and Tomas had to grab him around his waist to stop him from collapsing and hitting his head against the door. Panting, both boys sank slowly to the ground, a puddle of sweat, come, and heat. Tomas wanted to make a smart comment about making up for last time, but his tongue was so thick he merely looked at Alvaro. Alvaro gave him a dazed smile, and Tomas couldn’t help but find it sweet. He leaned over and gently kissed the younger boy’s soft, full lips and lightly stroked his hair. The younger boy just blinked at him and closed his eyes, leaning on the keeper's chest.