Calming A Lion--Iker/Raul
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tr_ficTitle: Calming A Lion
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Raúl
Rating: R
Word Count: 462
A/N: My second-ever football slash. This is set after Saturday’s Atletico Bilbao match against Madrid when Iker was so pissed. And I just cannot resist a pissed off Ikerapparently Raúl can’t either.
The plane back to Madrid was very tense, at least for Iker. Raul hadn’t taken his eyes off his keeper because he wasn’t sure what the goalkeeper was thinking. Those eyes, which were usually warm and light, had fires blazing in their onyx pools as he stared out the window.
The plane finally touched down in Madrid. Raul waited for the rest of his teammates and the coaches and team supporters got off the plane. Most of the team was either in the process of leaving or talking in the parking lot.
Raul spotted the goalkeeper heading towards his car. He called out to him and was slightly shaken by the look in Iker’s eyes. This was not the Iker Casillas he knew.
“Iker, could you wait a moment please?” Raul’s tone implied that there wasn’t another answer available.
The goalkeeper crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow.
“In private please.” Raul motioned to one of the hangers. Iker stomped to the sheltered area and Raul followed after a large sigh.
Nobody paid them any attention because they were all too concerned with getting home themselves.
“What?” Iker demanded once Raul joined him in the darkness.
“What’s your deal Casillas?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He deflected with an annoyed tone.
“I mean this bitchy attitude.” Raul felt his temper starting to ignite. “He pushed you, so what?”
Iker reacted to that by grabbing the collar of his captain’s shirt.
“It was more than that and you know it.” He practically snarled. Raul looked deep into those sable eyes and he felt something else ignite in him that wasn’t his temper.
One moment Iker had Raul by the collar of his shirt; the next, Raul had his tongue in Iker’s mouth. The keeper reacted by pulling him even tighter against him as their tongues battled for control.
Raul could feel the effect working on not only himself, but Iker as well. The younger Spaniard’s interest was throbbing against his leg. It was all Raul could do not to turn him around and fuck him then and there.
Iker rubbed his groin against Raul’s. He groaned in surprise as he felt the bulging length through their layers of clothing. Raul pressed back against him and soon it wasn’t enough. The contact they had, while they were close enough to make one shadow, wasn’t enough. The layers of clothes separated them from what they wanted most.
It wasn’t enough and yet it was more than they wanted.
Iker broke the kiss suddenly and pressed his forehead against Raul’s.
“You, my place, later.” Iker kissed him once; a brief brush of the lips but it was enough. Then he was gone and Raul stood panting. Oh that boy was going to get it later.
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Raúl
Rating: R
Word Count: 462
A/N: My second-ever football slash. This is set after Saturday’s Atletico Bilbao match against Madrid when Iker was so pissed. And I just cannot resist a pissed off Iker
The plane back to Madrid was very tense, at least for Iker. Raul hadn’t taken his eyes off his keeper because he wasn’t sure what the goalkeeper was thinking. Those eyes, which were usually warm and light, had fires blazing in their onyx pools as he stared out the window.
The plane finally touched down in Madrid. Raul waited for the rest of his teammates and the coaches and team supporters got off the plane. Most of the team was either in the process of leaving or talking in the parking lot.
Raul spotted the goalkeeper heading towards his car. He called out to him and was slightly shaken by the look in Iker’s eyes. This was not the Iker Casillas he knew.
“Iker, could you wait a moment please?” Raul’s tone implied that there wasn’t another answer available.
The goalkeeper crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow.
“In private please.” Raul motioned to one of the hangers. Iker stomped to the sheltered area and Raul followed after a large sigh.
Nobody paid them any attention because they were all too concerned with getting home themselves.
“What?” Iker demanded once Raul joined him in the darkness.
“What’s your deal Casillas?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He deflected with an annoyed tone.
“I mean this bitchy attitude.” Raul felt his temper starting to ignite. “He pushed you, so what?”
Iker reacted to that by grabbing the collar of his captain’s shirt.
“It was more than that and you know it.” He practically snarled. Raul looked deep into those sable eyes and he felt something else ignite in him that wasn’t his temper.
One moment Iker had Raul by the collar of his shirt; the next, Raul had his tongue in Iker’s mouth. The keeper reacted by pulling him even tighter against him as their tongues battled for control.
Raul could feel the effect working on not only himself, but Iker as well. The younger Spaniard’s interest was throbbing against his leg. It was all Raul could do not to turn him around and fuck him then and there.
Iker rubbed his groin against Raul’s. He groaned in surprise as he felt the bulging length through their layers of clothing. Raul pressed back against him and soon it wasn’t enough. The contact they had, while they were close enough to make one shadow, wasn’t enough. The layers of clothes separated them from what they wanted most.
It wasn’t enough and yet it was more than they wanted.
Iker broke the kiss suddenly and pressed his forehead against Raul’s.
“You, my place, later.” Iker kissed him once; a brief brush of the lips but it was enough. Then he was gone and Raul stood panting. Oh that boy was going to get it later.
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