Fic: 18 Hours (Sernando)
TITLE: 18 Hours
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: (PWP) Why wouldn’t they join the mile high club?
FANDOM: Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: #008 (Emirates) @ football100
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*
The lights had gone out and the cabin had long since been thrown into darkness. Nothing perpetrated the gloom except for a couple of hundred glowing television screens and the odd reading light that illuminated the more traditional traveller.
Hovering on the edge of his seat, Sergio watched an air hostess wander slowly down the aisle with a tray of assorted drinks balanced in her hands. Smiling politely, Sergio took a water and had a sip before passing it to Fernando.
Fernando sipped at the drink slowly, turning in his seat to watch the air hostess continue up the aisle. “And she will be gone in T-Minus 10 seconds,” he whispered. “10, 9, 8...”
Sergio swiveled in his chair and they both groaned when she stopped to talk to a passenger.
“Liftoff had been temporarily delayed,” Fernando commentated with a grin. “Technical difficulties.”
Sergio snorted on his laughter, struggling to keep quiet out of respect for the sleeping passengers around them. “Oh! Oh! Liftoff is back on schedule,” Sergio whispered abruptly as the air hostess resumed walking.
“7, 6, 5, 4... bloody hell, hurry up, 3... no! Don’t talk to him. 2, 1. Go!”
Sergio flew out of his seat and stumbled into the aisle. It took him a second to realise he was still connected to his seat by the earphones around his neck. Yanking them off, he struggled to detangle his feet from his blanket. Fernando was in fits of silent giggles as he climbed over the mess of blankets, pillows, books, magazines and assorted technology.
“Go, go, go,” Fernando whispered, still laughing as he yanked the earphones from the armrest socket and managed to get Sergio free.
Now Sergio was laughing. He looked quickly over his shoulder for any sign of one of the many air hostesses before pushing Fernando quickly down the aisle. It crossed Sergio’s mind that they were running and giggling like teenagers, but after 18 hours in the air, the jubilation was a welcome distraction.
The toilet cubicles were illuminated a vacant green. Still laughing, Fernando fumbled with the door and got it open. “Quick!”
He hurried inside and Sergio crammed himself in after him. The fit was a lot tighter than he had anticipated. He turned with difficulty and yanked the door closed, locking it behind them and activating the lights.
“Success!” Sergio celebrated. He turned back around and laughed against Fernando’s lips as they tried to kiss.
It took a while for them to settle down, but when they did, Sergio felt a thrill race down his spine and settle in his groin. It was all so ridiculous really - he couldn’t even remember if he had been the one to suggest this. Sex on a plane sounded like something he would suggest, but he was pretty sure that neither of them had actually voiced it. It had just sort of come into fruition after 18 hours in each others continued presence.
Fernando kissed him, his body weight holding Sergio in place as his fingers went to work. It was amazing how fast two men could strip in a toilet cubical, all fingers and kisses and frantic fumbling.
Sergio felt like they were making a heck of a lot of noise as they struggled with jeans and belts, each of them trying to be the first to either get naked or to get his hands on the other’s skin.
“Lube?” Fernando whispered as he twined his fingers through Sergio’s hair and kissed his neck.
“Uh...” Sergio spun around and stared blankly at the line of tiny bottles next to the basin. It was hard to concentrate when Fernando’s chest was flush against his back and his cock was bumping at Sergio’s balls. He managed to extract a bottle of lotion and held it up with a flourish. “Ah ha!”
“Fuck yes,” Fernando breathed. He turned around and braced both hands on the wall over the toilet. He glanced over his shoulder and arched his back, sticking his butt out in blatant invitation.
Sergio cursed under his breath and fumbled the bottle open. His heart was racing as his fingers slipped between Fernando’s legs, smoothing over his balls and the softer than silk skin behind them.
“Don’t move,” Sergio ordered softly.
Fernando closed his eyes, palms sweaty against the wall, and listened to himself breathe, rough and sharp. When Sergio breached him with wet, slippery fingers, an oath fought its way past his lips and he struggled not to beg as Sergio stretched him with a second and then a third finger.
“Ready?” Sergio whispered as his fingers disappeared. He lent forward and pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to Fernando’s shoulder as the head of his cock pushed in.
Fernando shifted his weight. He’d been braced on his hands, but instead of leaning further forward, he pushed his body up and back, effectively impaling himself on Sergio’s prick. “Do it.” His voice sounded rough, like he didn’t have enough air. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe they were both about to die of asphyxiation in this bloody toilet.
Sergio bit his lip as he thrust into into Fernando, again and again until he could feel his orgasm sitting at the base of his spine. “Nando. Fuck.” He pulled out until just the head of his cock was in Fernando’s arse and started to rock in tiny thrusts, followed by deeper thrusts.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” Sergio was chanting to himself as he rocked faster, slamming in harder. He didn’t realise that Fernando was on the very edge of coming, until Fernando pushed back and rode him hard, back and legs straining with the effort. Sergio circled his hips and thrust deep.
Sergio’s vision went a little foggy as he started to come. His balls emptied and his cock throbbed as his orgasm rolled through him with long curling waves. He could feel Fernando coming. He could smell it, everything ten times stronger in the tiny cubical.
“Damn,” Fernando whispered, arms slackening against the wall as he fell forward.
Sergio caught him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him back against his chest. He caught the lobe of Fernando’s ear between his teeth. “I guess we know how to pass eighteen hours on the way home.”
THE END
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: (PWP) Why wouldn’t they join the mile high club?
FANDOM: Football (Ramos/Torres)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
PROMPT: #008 (Emirates) @ football100
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*
The lights had gone out and the cabin had long since been thrown into darkness. Nothing perpetrated the gloom except for a couple of hundred glowing television screens and the odd reading light that illuminated the more traditional traveller.
Hovering on the edge of his seat, Sergio watched an air hostess wander slowly down the aisle with a tray of assorted drinks balanced in her hands. Smiling politely, Sergio took a water and had a sip before passing it to Fernando.
Fernando sipped at the drink slowly, turning in his seat to watch the air hostess continue up the aisle. “And she will be gone in T-Minus 10 seconds,” he whispered. “10, 9, 8...”
Sergio swiveled in his chair and they both groaned when she stopped to talk to a passenger.
“Liftoff had been temporarily delayed,” Fernando commentated with a grin. “Technical difficulties.”
Sergio snorted on his laughter, struggling to keep quiet out of respect for the sleeping passengers around them. “Oh! Oh! Liftoff is back on schedule,” Sergio whispered abruptly as the air hostess resumed walking.
“7, 6, 5, 4... bloody hell, hurry up, 3... no! Don’t talk to him. 2, 1. Go!”
Sergio flew out of his seat and stumbled into the aisle. It took him a second to realise he was still connected to his seat by the earphones around his neck. Yanking them off, he struggled to detangle his feet from his blanket. Fernando was in fits of silent giggles as he climbed over the mess of blankets, pillows, books, magazines and assorted technology.
“Go, go, go,” Fernando whispered, still laughing as he yanked the earphones from the armrest socket and managed to get Sergio free.
Now Sergio was laughing. He looked quickly over his shoulder for any sign of one of the many air hostesses before pushing Fernando quickly down the aisle. It crossed Sergio’s mind that they were running and giggling like teenagers, but after 18 hours in the air, the jubilation was a welcome distraction.
The toilet cubicles were illuminated a vacant green. Still laughing, Fernando fumbled with the door and got it open. “Quick!”
He hurried inside and Sergio crammed himself in after him. The fit was a lot tighter than he had anticipated. He turned with difficulty and yanked the door closed, locking it behind them and activating the lights.
“Success!” Sergio celebrated. He turned back around and laughed against Fernando’s lips as they tried to kiss.
It took a while for them to settle down, but when they did, Sergio felt a thrill race down his spine and settle in his groin. It was all so ridiculous really - he couldn’t even remember if he had been the one to suggest this. Sex on a plane sounded like something he would suggest, but he was pretty sure that neither of them had actually voiced it. It had just sort of come into fruition after 18 hours in each others continued presence.
Fernando kissed him, his body weight holding Sergio in place as his fingers went to work. It was amazing how fast two men could strip in a toilet cubical, all fingers and kisses and frantic fumbling.
Sergio felt like they were making a heck of a lot of noise as they struggled with jeans and belts, each of them trying to be the first to either get naked or to get his hands on the other’s skin.
“Lube?” Fernando whispered as he twined his fingers through Sergio’s hair and kissed his neck.
“Uh...” Sergio spun around and stared blankly at the line of tiny bottles next to the basin. It was hard to concentrate when Fernando’s chest was flush against his back and his cock was bumping at Sergio’s balls. He managed to extract a bottle of lotion and held it up with a flourish. “Ah ha!”
“Fuck yes,” Fernando breathed. He turned around and braced both hands on the wall over the toilet. He glanced over his shoulder and arched his back, sticking his butt out in blatant invitation.
Sergio cursed under his breath and fumbled the bottle open. His heart was racing as his fingers slipped between Fernando’s legs, smoothing over his balls and the softer than silk skin behind them.
“Don’t move,” Sergio ordered softly.
Fernando closed his eyes, palms sweaty against the wall, and listened to himself breathe, rough and sharp. When Sergio breached him with wet, slippery fingers, an oath fought its way past his lips and he struggled not to beg as Sergio stretched him with a second and then a third finger.
“Ready?” Sergio whispered as his fingers disappeared. He lent forward and pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to Fernando’s shoulder as the head of his cock pushed in.
Fernando shifted his weight. He’d been braced on his hands, but instead of leaning further forward, he pushed his body up and back, effectively impaling himself on Sergio’s prick. “Do it.” His voice sounded rough, like he didn’t have enough air. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe they were both about to die of asphyxiation in this bloody toilet.
Sergio bit his lip as he thrust into into Fernando, again and again until he could feel his orgasm sitting at the base of his spine. “Nando. Fuck.” He pulled out until just the head of his cock was in Fernando’s arse and started to rock in tiny thrusts, followed by deeper thrusts.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” Sergio was chanting to himself as he rocked faster, slamming in harder. He didn’t realise that Fernando was on the very edge of coming, until Fernando pushed back and rode him hard, back and legs straining with the effort. Sergio circled his hips and thrust deep.
Sergio’s vision went a little foggy as he started to come. His balls emptied and his cock throbbed as his orgasm rolled through him with long curling waves. He could feel Fernando coming. He could smell it, everything ten times stronger in the tiny cubical.
“Damn,” Fernando whispered, arms slackening against the wall as he fell forward.
Sergio caught him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him back against his chest. He caught the lobe of Fernando’s ear between his teeth. “I guess we know how to pass eighteen hours on the way home.”
THE END