Request Fic! PK/Nando
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tr_ficTitle: “Smile, damn you”
Characters: Gerard Pique/Fernando Torres
Rating: heavy R/light NC-17
Prompt: 014. Cheerful
Words: 763
A/N: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fillesanyonnon who I love more than words can possibly describe. I’m sorry you’ve had such a long wait dearest :( *hugs* Forgive me? Request was fic takes place right after the World Cup and Spain won with one thing leading to another…
There are things Gerard knows to be true and things he has no interest in finding out if they are true or not. Like football, he knows football is fun, thrilling, and if played correctly, victorious. He knows this and that is why he loves it so. He also knows that no matter how many times, if he wanted to stress his mind to think about, there is no way he was ever going to need to apply all that algebra he supposedly learned in his professional footballing career.
He also knows that no matter what when one has participated in helping one’s team win the world cup, they had bloody well better be smiling about it, if not grinning and attempting a tap dance on the ceiling in joy. For the life of him he cannot understand why Fernando bloody Torres isn’t smiling at the least. So he does what he, Gerard Pique, does best: he moves over, drink in hand, and gets all in Nino’s personal space.
“Why aren’t you smiling?” He asks, not bothering to dress it up for anyone.
Fernando slides out from under his arm and shrugs. “Just tired. It’s been a long campaign.”
Geri, in all his wisdom, also can tell when someone is lying. He says this exactly.
Nando simply shrugs. “I’m just tired is all. Go bother somebody else, Geri.”
Gerard being Gerard simply does not let this go. Even if it had been Iker, he rationalizes, he wouldn’t have let it go. He follows Nando when the blond gets up to leave, onto the dance floor and pulls him into the throng of people. He doesn’t care what they look like, everyone else is having a good time and nobody really cares what the tall defender and striker are up to. Even if they did care, Gerard was too drunk to notice and or give a rat’s ass, he tells himself and places his hands on Nando’s hips.
“What the bloody hell—” Fernando starts but Gerard cuts him off with a dip of his head and a kiss on Nino’s lips. Fernando’s mouth falls open under Gerard’s, but, unlike what Geri thinks, it is out of shock and not want. That, however, doesn’t last long and soon Fernando’s hands are pulling him closer and he’s grinding into Gerard’s body.
Gerard decides that Nando tastes like some kind of sweet candy he doesn’t care about trying to name and they manage to fumble their way through the crowd of people to the bathrooms. It’s not romantic and it’s not entirely comfortable, but that’s okay. It’d be too much effort, and too much time to sober up from the drinks they’d been tossing back and the lust running through them, to make a change as to where they fuck this out.
Nobody’s in there, Gerard does manage to notice that, before he locks the door and throws Nando—he doesn’t mean to throw him—into the room further. Quick work is made of preparation, so much so that Gerard simply trusts Nando when he says that he’s ready enough. Gerard enters him smoothly thanks to the condom he fumbled on and Nino’s preparation. Fernando groans as he holds to the sink in front of him as Gerard thrusts hard and fast into his ass. It feels good, Gerard knows this to be true, and he grins to himself.
He fucks Nando to both of their completions and he grins when Nando doesn’t immediately stand up. He guesses that the blond will have a few difficulties walking soon enough. He feels pleased by this. Gerard catches sight of Fernando’s face in the mirror and he sighs audibly.
“Would you smile, Jesus! You’ve just been fucked, you should be grinning.” Gerard frowns and he can’t understand why Nando isn’t either.
Fernando stands and turns around to lean against the sink. He looks Gerard over. “You didn’t kiss me afterward though.”
Gerard fumbles through his brain and finds that Fernando is in fact correct. He lumbers across the short distance and kisses him chastely on the lips. Fernando still doesn’t smile when Gerard pulls back. Gerard frowns more.
“Smile, damn you!”
Finally, with a twitch of his lips, Fernando smiles. Gerard grins in pride which fades quickly due to his surprise when Nando pulls him back in for another kiss, this time full of tongue and a fight for control.
Nando pulls back after several moments leaving a stunned breathless Gerard blinking at his face. Nando smirks and straightens his clothes.
“Goodbye Geri.”
And then he is gone.
Characters: Gerard Pique/Fernando Torres
Rating: heavy R/light NC-17
Prompt: 014. Cheerful
Words: 763
A/N: for
fillesanyonnon who I love more than words can possibly describe. I’m sorry you’ve had such a long wait dearest :( *hugs* Forgive me? Request was fic takes place right after the World Cup and Spain won with one thing leading to another…There are things Gerard knows to be true and things he has no interest in finding out if they are true or not. Like football, he knows football is fun, thrilling, and if played correctly, victorious. He knows this and that is why he loves it so. He also knows that no matter how many times, if he wanted to stress his mind to think about, there is no way he was ever going to need to apply all that algebra he supposedly learned in his professional footballing career.
He also knows that no matter what when one has participated in helping one’s team win the world cup, they had bloody well better be smiling about it, if not grinning and attempting a tap dance on the ceiling in joy. For the life of him he cannot understand why Fernando bloody Torres isn’t smiling at the least. So he does what he, Gerard Pique, does best: he moves over, drink in hand, and gets all in Nino’s personal space.
“Why aren’t you smiling?” He asks, not bothering to dress it up for anyone.
Fernando slides out from under his arm and shrugs. “Just tired. It’s been a long campaign.”
Geri, in all his wisdom, also can tell when someone is lying. He says this exactly.
Nando simply shrugs. “I’m just tired is all. Go bother somebody else, Geri.”
Gerard being Gerard simply does not let this go. Even if it had been Iker, he rationalizes, he wouldn’t have let it go. He follows Nando when the blond gets up to leave, onto the dance floor and pulls him into the throng of people. He doesn’t care what they look like, everyone else is having a good time and nobody really cares what the tall defender and striker are up to. Even if they did care, Gerard was too drunk to notice and or give a rat’s ass, he tells himself and places his hands on Nando’s hips.
“What the bloody hell—” Fernando starts but Gerard cuts him off with a dip of his head and a kiss on Nino’s lips. Fernando’s mouth falls open under Gerard’s, but, unlike what Geri thinks, it is out of shock and not want. That, however, doesn’t last long and soon Fernando’s hands are pulling him closer and he’s grinding into Gerard’s body.
Gerard decides that Nando tastes like some kind of sweet candy he doesn’t care about trying to name and they manage to fumble their way through the crowd of people to the bathrooms. It’s not romantic and it’s not entirely comfortable, but that’s okay. It’d be too much effort, and too much time to sober up from the drinks they’d been tossing back and the lust running through them, to make a change as to where they fuck this out.
Nobody’s in there, Gerard does manage to notice that, before he locks the door and throws Nando—he doesn’t mean to throw him—into the room further. Quick work is made of preparation, so much so that Gerard simply trusts Nando when he says that he’s ready enough. Gerard enters him smoothly thanks to the condom he fumbled on and Nino’s preparation. Fernando groans as he holds to the sink in front of him as Gerard thrusts hard and fast into his ass. It feels good, Gerard knows this to be true, and he grins to himself.
He fucks Nando to both of their completions and he grins when Nando doesn’t immediately stand up. He guesses that the blond will have a few difficulties walking soon enough. He feels pleased by this. Gerard catches sight of Fernando’s face in the mirror and he sighs audibly.
“Would you smile, Jesus! You’ve just been fucked, you should be grinning.” Gerard frowns and he can’t understand why Nando isn’t either.
Fernando stands and turns around to lean against the sink. He looks Gerard over. “You didn’t kiss me afterward though.”
Gerard fumbles through his brain and finds that Fernando is in fact correct. He lumbers across the short distance and kisses him chastely on the lips. Fernando still doesn’t smile when Gerard pulls back. Gerard frowns more.
“Smile, damn you!”
Finally, with a twitch of his lips, Fernando smiles. Gerard grins in pride which fades quickly due to his surprise when Nando pulls him back in for another kiss, this time full of tongue and a fight for control.
Nando pulls back after several moments leaving a stunned breathless Gerard blinking at his face. Nando smirks and straightens his clothes.
“Goodbye Geri.”
And then he is gone.
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