Christmas Fics! - Iker/Cesc Pairings :D
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tr_ficTitle: Can’t I Be A Reindeer, Santa?
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: R
Words: 360
A/N: A Christmas fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ela_alonso. I hope you don’t mind a little kinky ;) Merry Christmas darling :D
It’s not for the first time that Cesc has disappeared for a holiday, Iker knows. That’s why he’s not very concerned. He’s probably off talking to his sister on the phone, or his mother, or Gerard, or…a hundred other people, probably all on 3-way conversation too. Iker could believe that; he’s been the inadvertent victim of it before. That’s how Gerard found out about the whipped cream incident…
Iker shakes his head to clear his mind from the horrible fiasco of the ’09 Christmas Party and, instead, refocuses his attention on making sure he is the only one that has the last holiday gingerbread cookie.
Time passes by, and the gingerbread population disappears due to the sticky fingers of a certain celebrity goalkeeper, but it is at the end of the night when Iker has said goodbye to all the partygoers that he realizes he hasn’t seen Cesc in hours. Feeling concerned, Iker locks his front door and starts upstairs. He feels a few twinges of regret at the sight of the mess he’ll leave for the cleaners, but can’t bring himself to care due to the fact Cesc’s disappearance is at the forefront of his mind.
Iker checks all the upstairs bedrooms apart from his own and all the other rooms to no avail. Sighing, he starts for his bedroom and hopes that Cesc didn’t have a family emergency that pulled him away from the party. When Iker opens the door, however, he is stunned to see Cesc laying in the middle of the bed, completely stark naked apart from the plush reindeer antlers he’s wearing on his head.
“Finally! Thought you’d never come up here!” Cesc says, pout in place.
“Well I—I mean—the party and—what are you doing?”
Cesc shifts up onto his knees, eyes dark with excitement. “Come on Iker, let’s play dress up. You can be Santa.”
There is a thought of Santa fucking Rudolph in the back of his head that would have otherwise given Iker a large amount of pause, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the dark desire that were in Cesc’s. He grinned and advanced on his bed.
Title: Mother Knows Best
Characters: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 344
A/N: A Christmas fic fornot_a_rummba who is mighty and awesome. :D Merry Christmas sweetie! :D
Cesc’s favorite type of present is one that involves many flashing lights and or loud noises. Iker knows that and that’s why he always makes sure ‘Santa’ always puts ear plugs into his own stocking to cope with any sudden loud noises. Iker doesn’t spend much of the day with him—he’s in Barcelona with his family and Iker can understand that. He calls his family on the phone instead of opting to go over; they don’t mind and he doesn’t really care either.
When Cesc does come back, though, Iker is happy to see him and tells him so by kissing his cheek and giving him a hug. Cesc grins and kisses him harder and squeezes his butt as he does so.
“Mami said to tell you Merry Christmas and she sent along some pies.” Cesc says, undoing his scarf—a Barça one, of course—and moves further into the house.
Iker stares at Cesc’s back. “You told her?!”
Cesc rolls his eyes; Iker can tell from the tone he used next. “Iker, please. My Mami is as smart as I am. She knows my boyfriend is you! I don’t have to tell her!”
Iker shakes his head, panic setting in despite the numerous conversations he’s had with Cesc about this very issue. The look on his face must have betrayed his thoughts, though it wouldn’t have been very hard, because Cesc moved closer and kissed him softly.
“They don’t mind, none of them. They think you’re hot and nice. As long as I’m happy, they’re happy.”
Iker nods slowly and pulls Cesc into a hug. He stays quiet for a few minutes, just holding Cesc, before he lowers his head and kisses Cesc deeply.
“I love you.”
Cesc grins. “I love you too. Now let’s go test out the IPod speakers my mother gave me!” He grins and turns to go for the bag he’s brought in. Iker shakes his head and pats his pocket just in case. He lets out a relieved breath when he feels the case of the earplugs.
Title: Silver Bells
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 229
A/N: A Christmas fic forspain_fanatic79 who is awesome and sweet <3 :) Merry Christmas my dear! :D
There’s a sound of bells ringing from all over the place; they’re on people’s clothes, a bell in the hand of someone asking for money for a charity, in stores, in commercials, on the radio, everywhere. Iker thinks that the bells are pretty to a point but after a while they become aggravatingly common and annoying. He hopes he isn’t too much of a Scrooge to think that way.
Cesc is, as with everything else, opposite. He likes all of the bells and wants to start a collection one day. He already has, but it’s too small for his liking. He asks Iker for a bell for his present. Iker rolls his eyes but does go to the shop one day when they are apart, when Cesc is in Barcelona.
There’s too many bells to pick from and for a few moments Iker is overwhelmed. Then he finds the perfect one. It’s a white frosted crystal handle, clear-domed bell. Iker nods to the shop keeper to pick up the crystal instrument and he gives it a little shake. Iker smiles in a little awe at the sweet, clear sound that the bell makes. It’s an expensive gift, but it’s worth it and Iker knows it will make Cesc happy.
He watches the shop keeper wrap it carefully and feels pleased with himself. Maybe bells weren’t so bad after all.
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: R
Words: 360
A/N: A Christmas fic for
ela_alonso. I hope you don’t mind a little kinky ;) Merry Christmas darling :DIt’s not for the first time that Cesc has disappeared for a holiday, Iker knows. That’s why he’s not very concerned. He’s probably off talking to his sister on the phone, or his mother, or Gerard, or…a hundred other people, probably all on 3-way conversation too. Iker could believe that; he’s been the inadvertent victim of it before. That’s how Gerard found out about the whipped cream incident…
Iker shakes his head to clear his mind from the horrible fiasco of the ’09 Christmas Party and, instead, refocuses his attention on making sure he is the only one that has the last holiday gingerbread cookie.
Time passes by, and the gingerbread population disappears due to the sticky fingers of a certain celebrity goalkeeper, but it is at the end of the night when Iker has said goodbye to all the partygoers that he realizes he hasn’t seen Cesc in hours. Feeling concerned, Iker locks his front door and starts upstairs. He feels a few twinges of regret at the sight of the mess he’ll leave for the cleaners, but can’t bring himself to care due to the fact Cesc’s disappearance is at the forefront of his mind.
Iker checks all the upstairs bedrooms apart from his own and all the other rooms to no avail. Sighing, he starts for his bedroom and hopes that Cesc didn’t have a family emergency that pulled him away from the party. When Iker opens the door, however, he is stunned to see Cesc laying in the middle of the bed, completely stark naked apart from the plush reindeer antlers he’s wearing on his head.
“Finally! Thought you’d never come up here!” Cesc says, pout in place.
“Well I—I mean—the party and—what are you doing?”
Cesc shifts up onto his knees, eyes dark with excitement. “Come on Iker, let’s play dress up. You can be Santa.”
There is a thought of Santa fucking Rudolph in the back of his head that would have otherwise given Iker a large amount of pause, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the dark desire that were in Cesc’s. He grinned and advanced on his bed.
Title: Mother Knows Best
Characters: Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 344
A/N: A Christmas fic for
not_a_rummba who is mighty and awesome. :D Merry Christmas sweetie! :DCesc’s favorite type of present is one that involves many flashing lights and or loud noises. Iker knows that and that’s why he always makes sure ‘Santa’ always puts ear plugs into his own stocking to cope with any sudden loud noises. Iker doesn’t spend much of the day with him—he’s in Barcelona with his family and Iker can understand that. He calls his family on the phone instead of opting to go over; they don’t mind and he doesn’t really care either.
When Cesc does come back, though, Iker is happy to see him and tells him so by kissing his cheek and giving him a hug. Cesc grins and kisses him harder and squeezes his butt as he does so.
“Mami said to tell you Merry Christmas and she sent along some pies.” Cesc says, undoing his scarf—a Barça one, of course—and moves further into the house.
Iker stares at Cesc’s back. “You told her?!”
Cesc rolls his eyes; Iker can tell from the tone he used next. “Iker, please. My Mami is as smart as I am. She knows my boyfriend is you! I don’t have to tell her!”
Iker shakes his head, panic setting in despite the numerous conversations he’s had with Cesc about this very issue. The look on his face must have betrayed his thoughts, though it wouldn’t have been very hard, because Cesc moved closer and kissed him softly.
“They don’t mind, none of them. They think you’re hot and nice. As long as I’m happy, they’re happy.”
Iker nods slowly and pulls Cesc into a hug. He stays quiet for a few minutes, just holding Cesc, before he lowers his head and kisses Cesc deeply.
“I love you.”
Cesc grins. “I love you too. Now let’s go test out the IPod speakers my mother gave me!” He grins and turns to go for the bag he’s brought in. Iker shakes his head and pats his pocket just in case. He lets out a relieved breath when he feels the case of the earplugs.
Title: Silver Bells
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 229
A/N: A Christmas fic for
spain_fanatic79 who is awesome and sweet <3 :) Merry Christmas my dear! :DThere’s a sound of bells ringing from all over the place; they’re on people’s clothes, a bell in the hand of someone asking for money for a charity, in stores, in commercials, on the radio, everywhere. Iker thinks that the bells are pretty to a point but after a while they become aggravatingly common and annoying. He hopes he isn’t too much of a Scrooge to think that way.
Cesc is, as with everything else, opposite. He likes all of the bells and wants to start a collection one day. He already has, but it’s too small for his liking. He asks Iker for a bell for his present. Iker rolls his eyes but does go to the shop one day when they are apart, when Cesc is in Barcelona.
There’s too many bells to pick from and for a few moments Iker is overwhelmed. Then he finds the perfect one. It’s a white frosted crystal handle, clear-domed bell. Iker nods to the shop keeper to pick up the crystal instrument and he gives it a little shake. Iker smiles in a little awe at the sweet, clear sound that the bell makes. It’s an expensive gift, but it’s worth it and Iker knows it will make Cesc happy.
He watches the shop keeper wrap it carefully and feels pleased with himself. Maybe bells weren’t so bad after all.
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