MY LONGEST FIC TO DATE!!!!!

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Title: Won’t You Be Mine?
Pairing: Pep Guardiola / Bojan Krkic ; Leo Messi, Thierry Henry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4245
Warnings: Virgin!Bojan & man/man sex (duh)
A/N: Based off of this gif (gif from notsostrange). This is completely fake, didn’t happen. F-I-C-T-I-O-N Dedicated to everybody who likes this pairing.



It was cold. The training grounds were cold, the climate, everything was cold. Even his stare had ice in every glance, though none of those glances were directed at him at all. Bojan knew that because he’d been watching him ever since he’d arrived this morning.

Winter was fast approaching; the heavy coats on the trainers and managing staff as well as the light workout jackets on the players was proof enough of that. There was a light drizzle that did not serve any more purpose other than to annoy those who had to be out in the freezing, chilly weather.

The weather was not what concerned Bojan. It wasn’t the cold rain that dampened his sleeves and froze his face that had him fidgeting with his hands and moving back and forth on each foot. He kept trying to get Pep to notice him, at least make eye contact, but that was what the older man seemed to be avoiding on purpose.

Bojan wanted to know what the other man was thinking; if only he could get inside that mind the way Pep so easily could read his own! Last night, Bojan had told Pep everything and the manager had reacted in a way that he had never anticipated; thought of certainly, constantly, but never expected to actually happen. But now? Now it was like nothing had happened at all.

Pep’s reaction had hurt worse than the wanting and needing beforehand ever had.

* * * * * *

Bojan knocked on Pep’s office door. He had had enough of trying to act like he wasn’t feeling anything for him. He was tired of pretending that Pep’s touch didn’t light his skin on fire, didn’t start a cascade of desire throughout his nervous system.

The warm-toned wood gave way beneath his hand as Pep opened the door himself.

“Bojan.” He said levelly as if he wasn’t entirely surprised by Bojan’s presence outside his door after hours. “Come in.”

Bojan walked inside without a word; Pep shut the door softly behind the young man. Bojan closed his eyes and inhaled once he had stopped. The smell of Pep filled his senses and calmed him immediately. The room smelled musky and leather, from the chairs behind and in front of his desk. It looked more like a private study than an office, but Bojan had come to realize that that was the way Pep liked it.

“Bojan…” Pep prompted patiently.

“P-Pep…I can’t do this.” Bojan started hesitantly. He opened his eyes to see Pep sitting on the edge of his desk closest to him, watching him with guarded eyes.

“Do what Bojan? If this is about the team…”

“It’s not about the team.” Bojan interrupted breathily. He was feeling lucky to interrupt Pep like that.

“Then what is it about?” Pep asked when silence fell over them again.

“You.” Bojan replied; his nerve wilting under Pep’s intense gaze.

Pep’s curiosity seemed to dissipate entirely as he nodded once and stood up. He turned his back on Bojan and started walking around to the other side of his desk. “Bojan, it is natural to develop a sense of admiration, perhaps adoration, for those that mentor you. It is part of the cycle that we live in as human beings. It is also probable that the line between admiration can become blurred with time and…informalities.”

“You think that I just admire you?” Bojan interrupted again. His little bit of a temper flared, causing him to treat Pep a little less like the scared boy a lot of people thought he was and more like the man he knew he could be.

“No, Bojan. I don’t think that.” Pep answered quietly. “I was just hoping that would be the case and you would leave.”

“You hoped wrong.” Bojan crossed his arms and tried to look threatening.

Pep looked warily at him from where he now sat behind that mahogany desk. “Bojan, this, whatever this is, it can’t happen. I’m sorry.”

Bojan felt tears rising in his eyes and his throat get thick. He didn’t want it this way. Bojan’s instincts to run, to get as far away as fast as possible, leaped forward in his mind. He wanted to run before he could hurt any more. He wanted to be away from Pep when the full weight of rejection fell on him. He wanted to be able to cry and not feel ashamed about it.

Bojan turned and started for the door, walking slowly. One foot in front of the other…one foot in front… He wouldn’t let Pep see him run. He heard a heavy sigh from behind but he didn’t stop for that. One foot in front of the other, come on Bojan, one foot then the next one… He didn’t even stop for the chair scraping back. Just a few more steps and then you’re free…

“Wait.” He stopped as if he’d been zapped with electricity. He felt Pep behind him even before deliciously warm hands rested on his shoulders. Pep’s thumbs rubbed gently at his shoulder blades for a moment before Pep squeezed them. Then he took a step closer behind and soon he was close, too close but not close enough, behind him. Bojan inhaled sharply but didn’t dare exhale. “It hurts me to see you like this Bojan. I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”

Bojan whimpered low in his throat. Pep would have to say something as heart-twistingly wonderful as that in a moment like this.

From some unknown place hidden inside of himself, Bojan found his voice. “Then make it stop hurting.”

Pep made a very un-Pep-like noise, almost a low whine, before he leaned in even further and kissed Bojan’s neck softly. Bojan released his breath shakily and tried not to lean back into his coach’s embrace.

Pep turned Bojan slightly until the boy was looking up into his face. Pep ran his fingers down Bojan’s cheek, across his lips, lightly, as if he were touching a butterfly’s wing.

“So beautiful… So young…” Pep remarked reverently. Bojan whimpered when Pep removed his fingers.

Pep smiled slightly at that as he tilted Bojan’s face upwards. He leaned down slightly and kissed Bojan on the mouth for the very first time. Bojan’s happy noise was swallowed by Pep’s mouth as Pep pried Bojan’s mouth open with his tongue.

Bojan felt like he was dancing on a cloud. He had wanted this for so long and now that he was getting it, getting the remarkable gift of Pep’s affections, it was almost unbelievable.

The tender kiss ended slowly, gradually, but the tenderness of the moment did not. Pep pulled Bojan to him in a hug. Bojan clung fast to the older man’s frame, afraid that if he let go, even for the slightest of seconds, Pep would go away and not ever come back. Pep’s lips danced across Bojan’s forehead, in his hair, across his face, claimed his lips frequently, but never stopped moving. His fingers rubbed small circles and various patterns into Bojan’s back. This must be what utterly relaxed means, Bojan thought absently, enjoying every touch and caress.

“Bojan,” Pep murmured in his hair after a while, God only knew how long they had stood like that.

“Hmm?” Bojan asked lazily. He was entirely too happy to form words. Pep sighed; Bojan hated that sound. It always meant something bad was about to happen. Bojan pulled away, his happiness bubble burst.

Pep looked regretful, entirely so. “Bojan, sweetheart, we can’t do this. No matter how much we want it, we can’t.”

Bojan pulled away and wrapped his arms around himself. “Why? Why not? I love you, can’t you see?”

Pep looked even more saddened at Bojan’s confession, but it didn’t stop his words. “We both have responsibilities; I have a family, so do you. If we were caught Bojan…”

Pep didn’t have to continue. Bojan had thought it all out himself. They would be ruined entirely.

Bojan’s head dropped with the weight of sad acceptance. “You’re right.”

Bojan extracted himself from Pep’s loosened embrace and started for the door. He opened the door, he didn’t look back, but he whispered, “you’re always right.”

Bojan closed the door softly behind him and turned for the locker room. He had opened his locker room when the first of the tears fell.

* * * * * *

Leo nudged him and that brought him out of yesterday’s horrible events and back into the present. Training was ending it seemed, the rain had slowed down now.

“Are you okay Bojanito?” Lionel asked quietly when Bojan let out a sniffle.

Bojan nodded. “Just the sniffles.” He masked his lie with a smile.

“You’d better not be getting sick,” Thierry admonished as he came up beside the two of them as they started another lap around the pitch. “I wouldn’t want to see our sweet little Bojan all sick and icky.”

Bojan pouted as Leo and Thierry laughed. They came halfway around the pitch and passed the trainers, Pep, and the assistant coaches.

They were halfway down the next side when Thierry spoke.

“I wonder what is up with Pep today.”

“What do you mean?” Bojan asked, trying to ignore his increased heartbeat.

“Well, he’s more…sullen.” Thierry answered looking at Bojan like he hadn’t noticed the quieter-than-usual Pep Guardiola.

“I noticed too. And he keeps watching us.” Leo said as they made another turn and started back down the short side behind one of the goals.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Bojan tried to laugh it off but couldn’t help grow a little excited at the observation. He was following them with his eyes as they jogged. “He’s watching everyone.”

“Not as intently as he’s watching us.” Thierry said but couldn’t say anything more as the whistle blew. The three slowed down and eventually came to a stop. The assistant coach motioned for them to pack it up, the rain was making a comeback.

“Come on guys. We can go get lunch together if you want.” Thierry said as the three started for the locker rooms.

“Sounds good.” Leo started talking with Thierry about where they should go; Bojan wasn’t paying attention. His eyes followed as Pep slowly, sadly?, started packing up the gear.

“I’ll be back.” Bojan excused himself from his two friends and hung back.

He dribbled a football over to where Pep was getting the rest of them. Bojan helped silently as he and Pep collected the rest of the equipment. When they finished, Pep stared at Bojan.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Bojan answered easily, as though his heart wasn’t broken and hurting.

Pep watched Bojan with sad, not entirely guarded eyes, and waited for the boy to broach the subject.

Bojan jumped a little to shake off the chill. “Pep…about yesterday…”

“No, no don’t mention it.” Pep shook his head and took a step back as Bojan took a step forward. Pep lowered his eyes to the ground but didn’t stop speaking. “It would hurt a lot less not to mention it, I think.”

Bojan watched with longing as Pep moved backwards and then turned. “Thanks for your help.”

Bojan watched for half a second before he took off after Pep. He caught up easily and stopped in front of Pep.

“Wait.” Pep sighed but complied. He crossed his jacket-covered arms over his chest and looked expectantly at Bojan.

“What? Nothing has changed little one. The problems that separated us yesterday still separate us today.”

“Can you leave logic behind for one minute?” Bojan asked rhetorically. “I love you Pep, not just because I admire you greatly. I-I do, but…” Bojan hesitated looking for the right words. Unable to find them, he changed course. “I don’t expect you to do all the romantic things for me; I don’t expect you to leave your family for me. I just…I just…”

“Want a little attention?” Pep offered and Bojan nodded. Pep sighed, again, and looked away for a moment. When he looked back, it seemed that he had made a decision. “My sweet Bojan, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Bojan breathed.

Pep seemed unsure but didn’t say anything else. He looked around and, upon seeing no one, leaned forward to kiss Bojan on the lips. Bojan opened his mouth in surprise but not before a moan escaped into Pep’s mouth.

He pressed himself into Pep’s body and Pep jerked in surprise but couldn’t stop his own sound of desire for the young boy. Suddenly, Pep pulled back and away. Bojan felt his fragile heart threatening to shatter again for the umpteenth time in two days.

“We have to stop now Bojan.” Bojan’s eyes reflected his despair but Pep continued. “Or I will throw you to the ground here and have my way with you.”

Bojan felt his heart pull together faster than the instant it had taken to break it. He beamed like a boy that just won the biggest prize of them all. Pep smiled at Bojan’s enthusiasm. Pep turned them so that they were walking in to the locker rooms instead of out where it had now begun to rain fully.

“You go have lunch with your friends my little love,” Pep started with his arm wrapped around Bojan’s shoulders, “and when you finish, you come back here and I will be waiting in my office for you.”

Bojan took one look at Pep and it was no secret what they would be doing on his arrival. Bojan whined. “Now I’m going to be uncomfortable all through lunch!”

Pep laughed and released him, now in the warmth of inside. “Something tells me you’ll manage love.” Pep winked and started for his office.

Bojan grinned and the grin did not fade, even as he walked into the locker rooms. Thierry and Leo gave him a look, but that didn’t phase him as he skipped to the showers. He washed himself, humming the whole time, and then returned back to where Leo and Thierry had waited for him.

“Ready?” Thierry asked and Bojan nodded.

“I think he’s been hit in the head with something.” Leo muttered to Thierry, not even trying to lower his voice.

Bojan turned and pulled Leo’s hoodie strings tightly. “Nothing you say Leo will ruin my good mood.”

Leo batted his hands away and loosened the material of the hoodie. “Something tells me that you’re right.”

Thierry rolled his eyes at the Argentine and the Catalan. They all agreed to go in the Frenchman’s sports car. They went to a nearby seafood restaurant and enjoyed a quiet, relaxed lunch.

Bojan’s thoughts drifted back to Pep and each time he’d grin just a little bigger, smile just a little brighter. In his khakis, get a little harder. Every time he had that particular thought, his cheeks would flush a little bit in embarrassment.

After an hour and a half, lunch was over and Thierry was driving them back to the Comp Nou. Leo and Bojan thanked Thierry for the ride but the Frenchman waved them off. Leo opened his car but when Bojan started back for inside, Leo gave him a quizzical look.

“I left my Ipod in my locker, I’d better go get it.” Bojan created a lie.

“Want me to go with you?” Lionel asked.

“No, no I’ll be fine. I’ll just go get it and be on my way.” Bojan smiled sweetly.

“Are you sure? I mean it’s no trouble…” Leo was unsure.

“Leo, what’s going to get me? The big bad wolf?” Bojan laughed and Leo blushed a little bit.

“No, I guess not. Well, have a good night Bojan. Call me later, okay?” Leo asked and Bojan nodded.

“Good night Leo.”

Bojan left Messi behind and walked back inside. He had a mega-watt grin on his face as he knocked on Pep’s office door. Silence reigned for a moment before the door finally opened and Bojan was pulled shirt first inside.

Bojan would’ve protested but his mouth was soon covered by Pep’s. Bojan moaned into Pep’s mouth and clutched to his shirt. Pep’s hands were everywhere, touching and rubbing absolutely everything.

When they parted, Bojan lolled his head to the side. “I missed you too.”

Pep chuckled throatily. “Did you have a nice lunch?”

“Oh yes.” Bojan rolled his eyes slightly at the politeness of the conversation. “Did you miss me?”

“Could you not tell?” Pep asked running a hand down Bojan’s chest. Bojan shivered at the touch. “Come here little love.”

Bojan took a step into Pep’s open arms and Pep seized his mouth again. Pep moved them over to his now paper-free desk and lifted Bojan to sit on the wooden surface. Pep’s mouth never left Bojan’s for more than a second while his hands slipped below the cotton t-shirt that Bojan wore.

Bojan moaned as Pep slid his hand up the smooth chest and pinched one of his nipples. Pep kissed Bojan’s neck as he rubbed Bojan’s abdomen. He sucked on his neck the same time his hand delved below Bojan’s underwear and wrapped around his cock.

Bojan cried out with a scream and shuddered violently when Pep stroked him. Pep soon realized that this would not have the best result. He removed his hand from Bojan’s boxers; Bojan whimpered but was silenced with a loving kiss.

Pep tugged Bojan’s shirt over his head. When it was clear, he threw it to the floor. His eyes roamed over Bojan’s newly exposed chest. He made an approving noise before his fingers went to open Bojan’s fly.

Bojan made a little noise of protest. “I’ll get them, you get naked too.”

Pep found it a little humbling to see that Bojan was blushing as he said it. However, Pep didn’t say anything only complied with his request. Bojan stood up from the desk and started to unbutton and unzip. He fumbled slightly because he was too focused on watching Pep’s fingers unbutton each button and reveal more and more darkly toned flesh.

When Pep’s shirt was completely undone, Bojan gaped at the well-defined torso of his coach. Pep’s abs could put some of his player’s to shame.

“Like something?” Pep asked with a slightly smug expression.

Bojan reached forward and ran his hands down Pep’s torso and admired the smooth strength that he found there. Bojan’s hand moved upwards but Pep’s hand came around and held Bojan’s wrist still. Bojan looked questioningly at Pep. Pep brought Bojan’s hand up and kissed it. Bojan’s eyes fluttered as Pep released his hand.

“Finish undressing. Then go lay back on the desk.” Pep ordered quietly after he placed another kiss to Bojan’s lips.

Bojan dropped his khakis and his boxers and carefully lowered himself onto Pep’s desk. The cold wood against his heated skin made him shiver but that was nothing to the sight of Pep standing naked beside him. Bojan swallowed thickly as he looked Pep over.

Pep was awe-inspiring and heart stopping at the same time. When his hand moved slowly down Bojan’s thigh, Bojan gasped at the feel of Pep’s skin against his own. Warmth seeped into his skin from Pep’s hand on his thigh. Scorching heat raged through his veins when Pep leaned over his naked body to kiss him. He was absolutely alit with fire when Pep jerked their cocks together in the same rhythm.

Bojan turned from horny teenager to lust-crazed man in a matter of seconds under Pep’s touch. Pep chuckled against his mouth when Bojan started begging in English, Spanish, and even a word or two in Serbian.

“Patience, my love, patience.” Pep kissed Bojan’s mouth one last time before he pulled back. He reached over the side of his desk and picked up the lotion he had found while Bojan was away at lunch. He put some of the cool substance on his fingers, all the while running his hand down Bojan’s stomach. Pep’s lips pressed against Bojan’s abdomen while he rubbed the lotion near Bojan’s hole.

Bojan tensed as Pep teased his hole with one finger. He bit his lip and exhaled through his nose as Pep pushed in slightly.

“Relax Bojanito, you’re going to have to relax.” Pep’s eyes met and held Bojan’s until Bojan nodded. Pep nodded once and started moving his finger inside of Bojan until he was loose enough to add another. Bojan whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion but relaxed slightly when he saw the care that was in Pep’s eyes when he looked at him.

Bojan breathed in and out; he focused on it. Pep smiled at Bojan’s effort. It wasn’t long before Pep could add another finger, scissoring them as he went. Bojan gasped and shuddered when Pep found his prostrate.

“Imagine how good it will feel when there’s constant pressure on it.” Pep said when he saw that Bojan’s eyes were closed and he licked his lips. Bojan moaned low in his throat at Pep’s words.

“Are you ready my sweet?” Pep asked when he was satisfied with how stretched Bojan was. Bojan nodded and Pep ran his arms down his sides reverently. “If it gets to hurt too much, tell me.”

Bojan nodded and looked expectantly at Pep. Pep breathed in and prepared himself to enter Bojan. He lifted the boy’s legs so that they wrapped around his waist; Bojan squeezed his calves around Pep’s waist for reassurance. Pep smiled and situated his cockhead at Bojan’s entrance.

“Breathe Bojan, just breathe.” Pep instructed once more as he slowly slipped inside the boy’s body. Bojan closed his eyes at the unfamiliar pressure pressing in on him. Bojan bit his lip while his hands griped the desk’s edges tight enough to leave him white-knuckled. He tried to remember to breathe, as were Pep’s instructions, but it was hard to ignore the pain of being stretched so wide.

Pep saw Bojan biting his lip and trying not to make a sound. Pep began to murmur to him, telling him how beautiful he was, how special, how talented. Bojan smiled despite the fact his eyebrows were knotted above his head. Pep stroked Bojan’s sides gently, still whispering to him.

When he was buried all the way inside, Pep leaned down, carefully, to kiss Bojan’s mouth. “Are you okay?”

Bojan made a pained whimper but opened his eyes. Pep was almost knocked backwards with the love he saw there. Pep brought his finger’s to Bojan’s forehead and smoothed the wrinkle that had started to form. He smiled softly at the boy before kissing him again. Bojan kissed Pep back like he was the air he needed to breathe.

“Move…please?” Bojan asked once they had parted. Pep kissed Bojan again as he slowly slid out of him. Bojan moaned when Pep moved back in. Bojan felt that this time it didn’t hurt as bad. In fact it started to feel good.

“That’s it little one.” Pep said soothingly as he moved in again. Pep tried to hold back for Bojan so that he wouldn’t hurt him. But the tightness surrounding his cock and Bojan’s sounds were driving him crazy.

“More…Pep please…more.” Bojan asked when he got used to the rhythm. Pep looked dubiously at him but Bojan squeezed his legs around his waist.

“Okay, okay.” Pep chuckled. “More it is.”

Bojan moaned as Pep drove in a little more, a little quicker. “Yes!” He hissed as Pep moved in, faster, again.

Pep decided that these sounds of Bojan’s were sinful and such a huge turn-on that he needed to hear them again. He jerked his hips back and then pressed forward again so that Bojan was now being fucked. Bojan gasped and moaned and writhed under Pep’s body as the sensations starting forming inside of him.

Pleasure burst inside his veins as Pep hit that spot deep inside of him that he had found earlier. Bojan squeezed his legs around Pep’s middle again and again as he cried out with each movement. He was enjoying every moment that Pep gave him.

Pep felt himself nearing the edge and took a hold of Bojan’s weeping cock. He started to jerk slightly in time with his movements. If Bojan hadn’t been making noises before, he sure as hell was now. Bojan screamed with pleasure as he started to come. His clenching, both of his legs and his inner walls, had Pep loosing it inside his boy.

Bojan collapsed limply against Pep’s desk and tried to remember how to breathe. Pep’s heavy, but welcome, weight on top of him told him that he wasn’t the only one that needed a minute or thirty to recover.

“God Bojanito…” Pep kissed Bojan’s stomach as he panted. Bojan lifted his hand and rubbed Pep’s head.

“I love you Pep.” Bojan whispered after he’d recovered partially.

Pep managed to find the strength to lift himself off Bojan’s sweat-soaked body. He leaned up and kissed Bojan lightly, but with no less passion than earlier. “I love you too my sweet one.”

Bojan smiled happily. “I don’t think this office will ever be the same again.”

Pep laughed and stood up, stretching slightly. “No, no I don’t think it will.”

Pep offered his hand to Bojan who accepted. “That’s not entirely a bad thing though, is it?”

Pep pulled Bojan to him and kissed him. “No, not a bad thing at all.”

Bojan snuggled into Pep’s body as best he could in their current standing position. Everything was going to be all right.