029. Birth
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tr_ficTitle: Labor Pains
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas, OFC/OMC, OMC’s
Rating: R-ish maybe
Prompt: 029. Birth
Words: 663
A/N: There is one more part after this one! :-D I’m SO SO SO grateful to everybody who has read and commented on this series, I love you guys so much! =-D *hugs all of you tightly* And if I recommended any piece of music to listen to while reading this, it would DEFINITELY be Bizet’s Les Toreadors because it’s…PERFECT. XD
One Two Three Four Five
“Isn’t it nice not having to worry about the kids walking in on us?” Cesc asked, kissing his way down Iker’s throat.
Iker chuckled. “Yes. I can’t remember the last time we did this where we didn’t have to worry about anybody walking in on us.” He gasped suddenly. “Oh God Cesc, do that tongue thing again.”
Cesc chuckled around Iker’s bellybutton but complied, sweeping his tongue through Iker’s navel. “Thirty years later and I still know what turns you on.” He boasted proudly.
“Yeah, well, one of these days you’ll forget.” Iker griped as he pulled Cesc up to kiss him.
The younger man relaxed into the kiss easily and giggled. “Not likely old man.”
“Hey, I may be fifty some odd years old but I still can get you on your back.”
Cesc was too busy laughing to care that Iker had indeed gotten him on his back. “You don’t even know how old you are!”
“I do too!” Iker complained and poked Cesc’s stomach. Cesc just looked at him and Iker shook his head. “Weren’t we doing something?”
“Oh, yeah.” Cesc giggled and Iker resisted the urge to point out his lover’s lack of attention span.
Cesc pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Iker’s waist as he kissed him. Iker ground down and they both gasped at the feeling. Oh yes, Cesc was going to get fucked tonight…
The phone ringing pulled them apart. Cesc groaned while Iker contemplated not answering.
“Don’t answer it, finish what we started!” Cesc whined.
Iker looked down at Cesc and then back over at the phone. He leaned down and kissed Cesc once more as his hand reached over to pick it up. Cesc groaned as Iker greeted the speaker.
“Oh my God, you’ve got to get over here now!” Iker held the receiver away from his ear because of Santiago’s screaming.
“It’s for you.” Iker held the phone to Cesc.
Cesc rolled his eyes but took the phone anyway. “Hello?”
Iker moved back and just watched as Cesc heard the screaming, interpreted it, and then started screaming himself. Iker wondered what all the screaming was all about when Cesc jumped away and started getting dressed, phone flung at Iker as he was ordered to turn it off.
“What’s going on?” Iker asked calmly while Cesc tried to find some shoes.
“Get up you louse! Cat’s going into labor!”
Iker looked once at Cesc’s excited and worried face and then it clicked. Cat’s going into labor… Cat’s going—“OH!”
Iker and Cesc ran into the hospital emergency room, barely stopping to get information. They got to the delivery room and saw a worried Santiago holding onto a screaming Catalina’s hand.
“Relax princesa, it’s not that big of a deal…” Santi tried for soothing.
The entire hospital heard Catalina’s answer. “That’s easy for you to say, Santiago Cristian Fabregas, YOU aren’t the one going through labor!”
Iker chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Cesc grimaced. “That’s my son’s hand that’s about to be broken.”
Iker went from proud papa to scared shitless as another scream from Catalina’s body pierced the air. “Is it really that bad?”
“How would I know?” Cesc asked sarcastically. Iker looked so worried that Cesc let up. He hugged his lover tightly. “It’ll be over soon.”
As if on cue, everything went silent until a harsh wail broke the silence. Iker’s body flooded with relief as Cesc grew with curiosity. From inside the delivery room, a nurse handed the bundle to Catalina.
“Congratulations, you have a son!”
Santiago felt himself fill with pride before his heart melted at the pink, pink face looked up at him from the blanket.
Cesc, however, looked at Iker with a beaming grin. “My son has a son!”
“My daughter has a son too, smart one!” Iker replied.
The two looked at each other and then back at the new family. Then they turned back at each other.
Then together they yelled, “We have a grandson!”
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas, OFC/OMC, OMC’s
Rating: R-ish maybe
Prompt: 029. Birth
Words: 663
A/N: There is one more part after this one! :-D I’m SO SO SO grateful to everybody who has read and commented on this series, I love you guys so much! =-D *hugs all of you tightly* And if I recommended any piece of music to listen to while reading this, it would DEFINITELY be Bizet’s Les Toreadors because it’s…PERFECT. XD
One Two Three Four Five
“Isn’t it nice not having to worry about the kids walking in on us?” Cesc asked, kissing his way down Iker’s throat.
Iker chuckled. “Yes. I can’t remember the last time we did this where we didn’t have to worry about anybody walking in on us.” He gasped suddenly. “Oh God Cesc, do that tongue thing again.”
Cesc chuckled around Iker’s bellybutton but complied, sweeping his tongue through Iker’s navel. “Thirty years later and I still know what turns you on.” He boasted proudly.
“Yeah, well, one of these days you’ll forget.” Iker griped as he pulled Cesc up to kiss him.
The younger man relaxed into the kiss easily and giggled. “Not likely old man.”
“Hey, I may be fifty some odd years old but I still can get you on your back.”
Cesc was too busy laughing to care that Iker had indeed gotten him on his back. “You don’t even know how old you are!”
“I do too!” Iker complained and poked Cesc’s stomach. Cesc just looked at him and Iker shook his head. “Weren’t we doing something?”
“Oh, yeah.” Cesc giggled and Iker resisted the urge to point out his lover’s lack of attention span.
Cesc pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Iker’s waist as he kissed him. Iker ground down and they both gasped at the feeling. Oh yes, Cesc was going to get fucked tonight…
The phone ringing pulled them apart. Cesc groaned while Iker contemplated not answering.
“Don’t answer it, finish what we started!” Cesc whined.
Iker looked down at Cesc and then back over at the phone. He leaned down and kissed Cesc once more as his hand reached over to pick it up. Cesc groaned as Iker greeted the speaker.
“Oh my God, you’ve got to get over here now!” Iker held the receiver away from his ear because of Santiago’s screaming.
“It’s for you.” Iker held the phone to Cesc.
Cesc rolled his eyes but took the phone anyway. “Hello?”
Iker moved back and just watched as Cesc heard the screaming, interpreted it, and then started screaming himself. Iker wondered what all the screaming was all about when Cesc jumped away and started getting dressed, phone flung at Iker as he was ordered to turn it off.
“What’s going on?” Iker asked calmly while Cesc tried to find some shoes.
“Get up you louse! Cat’s going into labor!”
Iker looked once at Cesc’s excited and worried face and then it clicked. Cat’s going into labor… Cat’s going—“OH!”
Iker and Cesc ran into the hospital emergency room, barely stopping to get information. They got to the delivery room and saw a worried Santiago holding onto a screaming Catalina’s hand.
“Relax princesa, it’s not that big of a deal…” Santi tried for soothing.
The entire hospital heard Catalina’s answer. “That’s easy for you to say, Santiago Cristian Fabregas, YOU aren’t the one going through labor!”
Iker chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Cesc grimaced. “That’s my son’s hand that’s about to be broken.”
Iker went from proud papa to scared shitless as another scream from Catalina’s body pierced the air. “Is it really that bad?”
“How would I know?” Cesc asked sarcastically. Iker looked so worried that Cesc let up. He hugged his lover tightly. “It’ll be over soon.”
As if on cue, everything went silent until a harsh wail broke the silence. Iker’s body flooded with relief as Cesc grew with curiosity. From inside the delivery room, a nurse handed the bundle to Catalina.
“Congratulations, you have a son!”
Santiago felt himself fill with pride before his heart melted at the pink, pink face looked up at him from the blanket.
Cesc, however, looked at Iker with a beaming grin. “My son has a son!”
“My daughter has a son too, smart one!” Iker replied.
The two looked at each other and then back at the new family. Then they turned back at each other.
Then together they yelled, “We have a grandson!”
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