Good Enough - Chapter One - Out

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Title: Good Enough, Chapter Uno: Out
Characters: (this chapter only) Guti, Angelina, Raul, Arjen Robben, Juande Ramos, Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,010
A/N: My first chapter of this story!!! =D It’s been in my head for a while and I just now got to posting it. Um…if you want to check out a video I made for it, please go here. Enjoy!






He needed sleep.

Jose had arrived at that conclusion even before he’d attempted to sleep but now, as he lay with his head on the pillow, sleep evaded him. He’d tried ever medley he’d ever used or heard of but nothing worked. His mind wouldn’t shut off. No matter what he tried it still kept spewing thoughts.

Guti turned over from his side onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He thought about the team, about how happy he was that he was starting for Real again. He was also happy that Real had beaten Sevilla on Saturday and he was looking forward to el Classico this weekend. It was about time that Los Blancos beat Barça (again) in a Classico Guti thought smugly. Then again, he was biased.

Groaning because his mind was taking another turn, Guti tried to force himself onto a subject that would calm him and bring him peace. His mind’s eye flicked over to a handy file of an average height brunette and at once Guti smiled and damned himself at the same time. Thinking about her would undoubtedly lead to an erection but he couldn’t help himself. He slid a hand down his abdomen as he pictured her face. Lust ran through his bloodstream and pooled between his legs.

Guti slid his boxers off and started to stroke himself lazily as he imagined her here, in his bed, beside him. Her long wavy hair would be fanned under her head like a dark halo and her caramel eyes would be watching him with desire and want, exactly the way he would look down at her. He would kiss her then. Those soft pink lips would part easily and his tongue would dominate hers in a passionate and needy kiss.

Jose closed his eyes and started to speed up his movements. His hands would skim down her sides and slide over the smooth skin of her ribcage before he would palm her breasts. Then he would break the kiss and make his way to her throat as she whimpered when he pinched one of her nipples. Guti’s other hand would travel down to cup her wetness and then she would moan lengthily. She would beg him to do something, anything, and after a moment of teasing he would slip a finger into her wet folds. She would buck against him, her nails digging into his biceps, as she arched up into his body. He would kiss her again as his tongue mimicked the probing his finger was doing.

A moan from his own throat had him palming the head of his cock. She would beg him to fuck her and he would at that point because he was uncomfortably hard and he needed to be inside her. He would remove his fingers and kiss her one last time before he plowed into her wet heat. They would both moan as he rocked inside her. He would whisper to her endearments and she would reply by moaning and arching and just writhing against his body. Eventually, he would slide a hand to rub her clit and it would be enough for her to moan one last, long time and she would clamp down on his cock enough for him to come with a cry of his own. When it would be over, he would withdraw and she would snuggle against him as they would sleep for a while before getting up to do it all over again.

Guti panted for a moment before he opened his eyes. It had been another powerful orgasm brought off by his own hand. He reached for a tissue to wipe the come off of himself. He then sank back into the pillows and felt sated enough that he was sleepy now, or at least lethargic enough to close his eyes and pretend that he was somewhere else where he could hold onto that woman and make love to her as many times as he wanted. It was a nice dream he thought as he pulled the sheet up and curled onto his side. He pulled a pillow close and hugged it. He fell asleep telling himself that he wasn’t pretending it was her.


Guti pulled into the parking lot of the training grounds. He was a few minutes early, practice didn’t officially start till nine, but he noticed happily that Angelina was already here. It was half a second later that noticed she was talking, and laughing, with Iker and Sergio. He brushed that fact off and got out of his car. He locked it and went to get his bag out of his trunk. Then he headed for the entrance.

Iker nodded to him as he passed and Sergio waved. Angelina looked over her shoulder to see that it was him and she smiled at him, his gut clenched, and dismissed herself from Sergio and Iker and caught up with him. She matched him stride for stride as they both walked into the grounds.

“Did you have a good night?” She asked and for a second he thought she knew.

Realizing she couldn’t possibly, he shrugged it off. “Yeah it was decent. I didn’t sleep well though.”

“You poor baby.” She said and he knew that she didn’t mean it in a condescending way; it was just what she said.

“How was yours?” He returned as they came to a stop outside the changing rooms.

“Good. Iker and I went over to Sergio’s.” She said and smiled at something that she was thinking of. Guti wondered and before he could stop himself, he asked.

“Did you have a threesome?”

“What? No!” She started to turn red. She looked down, embarrassed. “They played video games and I babysat. Somebody had to make sure they didn’t blow up the place and since you and Raul were too busy to play daddy…”

Something must have flickered across his face because at once she was backtracking. “Oh, shit. Guti, I’m really sorry…I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s fine.” Guti waved it off and he saw her swallow and he softened his expression. “It’s fine querida.”

“I’m sorry Guti. I shouldn’t have said it.” She looked down.

“It’s okay querida, I promise.” He stroked a finger over her cheek softly. She smiled hesitantly at him and was about to speak when Raul came from the pitch.

“Guti, get dressed. Angelina, Juande needs to speak to you about Barça’s formations. He seemed pretty urgent about it…” Raul spoke in a no-nonsense voice.

Angelina nodded. “I’ll go see him. Thanks Raul.” She nodded once in Guti’s direction before disappearing out onto the green field.

Guti just watched her go for a second before flicking his eyes to meet his Captain’s. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” Was Raul’s answer as the Captain moved into the room. “Get dressed.” He called from over his shoulder before the door shut.

“Si, signor capitan.” Guti mumbled sarcastically before going into the changing rooms.


Guti looked over from where he was waiting to kick the ball to see Juande talking with Angelina. Both their hands were moving wildly as they ‘demonstrated’ what they were talking about. Juande was undoubtedly trying to figure out what strategies to put into play for Real to beat Barcelona on Saturday.

Guti knew, as did the rest of the team, that Angelina had the amazing talent of being able to spot, decipher, predict, and remember any teams’ tendencies in play. Her skills had originally been intended for American football, where she had first been put into the spotlight. Juande had heard about this and had decided to see for himself. He had come back amazed and demanded that she was hired for Real’s advantage on the pitch. She had been here ever since and Real was doing well thanks to her skill.

“Guti, pay attention!” Raul called just as Arjen ran into him.

Guti hit the ground hard as the Dutchman landed right on his ankle. Arjen was already making to get up as Guti reached down to clutch at the searing pain that was flowing through his left ankle. Arjen was asking if he was okay as the trainers got to him.

They poked and prodded for a few minutes as Guti stared at the sky. In his line of vision Raul appeared and looked down unhappily at him. Unhappily was definitely an understatement Guti thought absently.

“I think it’s sprained. You’ll have to go to hospital Jose to make sure.” One of them said.

Guti was hauled to his feet by Raul and Arjen as they half-dragged, half-carried him back to the changing rooms. Guti spared a glance over to Juande where he was watching him with an unreadable expression.

Jose changed his clothes, careful of his ankle, under the intense glare of Raul. He knew that the Captain wanted to give him a strong talking to but wouldn’t in front of the Dutchman. For that, Guti was grateful of Arjen’s presence.

“I’ll be by your house later.” Raul said as he and Arjen got Guti out to the car park slowly. “Don’t run off anywhere after hospital.”

Guti wondered if they expected him to drive himself when his jaw hit the pavement at who was waiting inside his car. Arjen opened the door and Raul practically slung the blonde midfielder into the car. As he was doing that, Raul was barking orders to Angelina.

“Make sure you go straight there. The trainers will be in a car following you.”

“Yes sir, Capitan!” She mock saluted and Guti would have laughed if he hadn’t hurt so badly.

Raul’s answer was a glare and he slammed Guti’s car door shut.

“Hey! Watch the merchandise!” Raul’s back didn’t turn as the captain and Arjen walked back to the training ground.

Angelina shifted gears in the sports car and headed out of the lot. “Yes, to answer your unspoken question, I can drive a stick.”

“I didn’t say anything…”

“But you wanted to.” She looked at him and smiled.

The rest of the ride, mercifully short Guti thought in pain, was spent in silence. Angelina handled his car well he noted appreciatively on the way there. She also apologized for any bumps that she hit when he bit his lip in pain.

She pulled into the hospital car lot and stopped at the emergency doors. Two men in white outfits helped Guti inside as Angelina parked the car. Guti was led to an examination room where the doctors repeated what the trainers had done earlier. They took a few x-rays before disappearing from the room.

While they were gone, Angelina came in quietly and sat up on the counter. Guti had one leg propped up on a pillow as he lay on his back. He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was kicking her leg back and forth.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” She asked quietly, almost reverently.

“A little. They gave me something while you were out.” He replied not looking over at her.

“That’s good then.” She said almost apologetically.

“Yeah.” It might be good but he was still going to miss the Classico. Not even a miracle could fix his ankle in time.

“Guti, I’m sorry—” Her apology was cut short by the entrance of the doctors.

“I’m sorry Mister Gutierrez but you have a class two sprained ankle. You’ll be out for some time, but a two-week minimum. We’d like to bring you back in in about a week for a follow-up.” The doctor’s voice was calm and collected as he relayed the news. “In the meantime, you need somebody to be with you to make sure you are taken care of and you stay off that leg.”

The doctor wrote out a prescription for painkillers and then left. Two orderlies came into the room to help Jose off the exam table. Angelina left ahead of them to get the car back.

The ride to Guti’s house was filled with tense and almost bitter silence.