Chapter 14 {the chapter of OMG Damn} lol
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tr_ficTitle: The Eternal Heartache, Chapter 14 of ???
Characters (this bit): Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas (finally, I hear those sighs of relief XD) ; Pep Guardiola, Lionel Messi, Bojan Krkic
Rating: NC-FREAKING-17 {SERIOUSLY}
Words: this part is 4,503 ; total words: 40,501 (aka 81%)
A/N: Yeah, you guys are going to like this one XD It’s about time, I know. But I did promise didn’t I? lol Enjoy it guys, I’m taking a break for now XD lol
Last part here. All previous parts listed here.
Cesc watched as the minute hand on the ancient clock in the living room moved slowly closer to the twelve. The golden orb that swung back and forth with each second continued its pattern, slowly counting down till Cesc would leave and begin to follow his instructions that Iker had given him when they had worked out their meeting.
He was to leave his uncle’s house at exactly noon, walk in the direction of Señor Reina’s store, and then he would find a silver car. Iker had told him that he would be waiting inside and that the only other person who would know of their meeting was his driver, a man, Cesc was assured, that would never tell anyone anything.
Cesc was nervous; he wrung his hands over and over in his lap as he kept swallowing. Things were moving too fast, too soon but not fast enough. He wanted Iker desperately and time seemed to be the only thing that separated them. The time of years, the time of just a few moments separated them more than distance ever could.
Bojan had returned from his sleepover with Leo earlier that morning, around ten and had said good morning to Pep and Cesc who had been having breakfast. He had said that he was very sleepy because he and Leo had stayed up all night and played video games for hours on end. Pep had smiled and told Bojan that he was welcome to sleep as long as he wanted. Bojan had smiled sleepily and thanked him before hugging Cesc. Cesc had returned to his breakfast, cereal again as Raul hadn’t been there in a couple days, as Bojan had trudged up the stairs.
Cesc heard Pep click his tongue together as he stared at the wall. Wondering what was going on, Cesc asked him if he was okay. Pep had smiled distantly at him and had assured him that he was before standing up. Pep wished him good luck with his friend today, reminded him to be careful for the hundredth time, and then told him to come tell him goodbye when he was leaving.
As the minute hand reached the point that signaled five to twelve, Cesc jumped up out of his chair. He was quiet so that he would not disturb Bojan or Pep as he made his way up the stairs. He walks down the small hallway, past his and Bojan’s bedroom, making sure that he hardly made any noise. As he approaches the closed door of Pep’s office, he hears the distinctive sound of keys moving, the kind of keys like a laptop made.
Cesc knocks on the door quietly and hears a soft, ‘come in’, before he pushes open the door. He had never really been inside of Pep’s office before; he had only been by it once or twice on his way to the laundry room. Cesc takes a minute to study the room and notices that the floor is hardwood, like the rest of the upstairs apart from the bathrooms, and that there are two windows in here. Pep is working at his desk, on his laptop. The desktop computer was sleeping; the orange light that slowly came on before fading off indicated that. In the corner there is a small radio playing some classical piece as quietly as it could but loud enough for Pep to hear it. There are a couple plush chairs in the other corner with a small table and lamp on it.
Pep looks up when Cesc comes in. “It’s time for me to go now.” Cesc whispers and Pep nods.
“Be careful, have fun.” Pep whispers back and Cesc nods, blushing.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Cesc replies continuing to whisper.
“Call if that changes.” Pep instructs and Cesc nods before walking out and he shuts the door softly behind himself.
He is as quiet as he can be on his way back downstairs. He makes sure he has his key and the small wad of money that Pep had given him before he walks out of the front door. He zips up his jacket and puts his hands in his pockets as he takes a deep breath of fresh air. A little ways down the block from him, the neighborhood kids play another game of football in the street. A dark-headed boy slips one past the keeper and a small cheer goes up from his team. Cesc had recognized this boy was Kaka from the way Messi had described him. Cesc shook his head and started down the steps and then turned to go in the opposite direction.
With every footstep he took, his nerves and anticipation grew. By the time he had passed the Englishman’s flower shop, which was closed on Saturdays and Sundays according to Pep, and turned the corner, Cesc was sure that he should just turn around and run back to the safety of Pep’s house.
When he saw the sleek, silver town car, Cesc froze. Leaning on it stood Iker and Cesc’s breath caught much the same way it had the first time he had ever seen him. He wore a black button-down shirt, which was partially hidden under a dark jacket and blue jeans. Iker seemed to sense his presence and looked over. The ebony-haired man came to attention and stood up, facing in Cesc’s direction.
Cesc swallowed and took the first step forward. He found that as the second step closed the distance, the nerves increased. By the time he was standing in front of Iker, he was more nervous now than he had been since the ‘appointment’ had been made. Iker smiled softly at him, seeming to know what he was thinking.
“You look lovely.” Cesc looked down and mumbled a ‘thanks’. Iker put his hand on Cesc’s shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Something in Iker’s voice made Cesc look up, nervously. Cesc swallowed thickly and searched his mind. “Yes, yes I really do.”
Iker nodded and then opened the door next to him. “Let’s go then.”
Cesc climbed in and Iker followed after him. He gave his driver a nod and then the car pulled away from the curb.
Cesc felt aware of everything in that car as the silver box on wheels moved in and out of the traffic. He was aware of his own breathing, as well as Iker’s. He was very aware of the heat coming off of Iker’s body.
He almost yelped when Iker’s hand rested on top of his own. Cesc looked down at their entwining fingers and up at Iker. He was looking out the window with a smile lifting his lips at the same time his thumb started brushing against Cesc’s hand. Cesc inhaled sharply and wondered what else the man would do to him before he returned home.
Cesc turned his head to look out the window at the city that passed by. He had heard of many of the landmarks of Barcelona, but the only one he had seen so far was the Comp Nou. Cesc’s eyes widened as the Torre Agbar cruised past and the car took one of the avenues, the diagonal one, and cruised a long before taking a side street that led to an underground parking deck.
Iker waited for the driver to shut off the car and come around to let them both out. Cesc swallowed as he passed the young employee and he made sure that his head was kept down. Iker lead the way to the lifts and Cesc followed along, unsure of what else to do. As the doors shut, leaving the two of them quite alone, Cesc tried to take a deep breath but found that that was a huge mistake. The scent of Iker filled his senses completely and his head suddenly felt light and airy.
“Cesc?” Iker asked, concerned.
Cesc snapped back to reality and saw that Iker was waiting for him to get out of the lift and walk into his apartment. Cesc rushed forward, feeling foolish. He couldn’t help but look around at Iker’s apartment, it was so modern and it was definitely suited to the bachelor-type. Glass, metal, wood, and leather seemed to be the common theme throughout the entire place.
Cesc came to stop in front of the window that over looked the city. He let out a breathy sigh of wonder. “Wow.”
Iker chuckles as he comes up behind him, not too close, but close enough to have Cesc’s bundle of nerves screaming in activity again. “It is rather impressive, isn’t it?”
Cesc nods because he doesn’t trust his voice. Iker takes a step forward and rests his hands carefully on Cesc’s shoulders. Cesc takes a deep breath as the warmth from Iker’s hands settle into his skin.
“Iker…” Cesc’s voice is hardly more than a sigh released on a puff of air.
“Turn around.” Iker says softly and Cesc takes one last deep breath before facing the other man. There is a look of something dangerous in Iker’s eyes, but Cesc doesn’t know what you would call it. All he knows is that when Iker looks at him like that, part of him wants to run and hide while the other part of him wants to encourage the man into action.
Iker’s hands are warm and heavy on his shoulders. “We don’t have to do anything; we can just talk if you would like.”
Cesc nods and thinks that maybe talking is better than doing…something else, at least for right now. Iker nods and leans down enough to press a quick, chaste kiss on Cesc’s lips. Cesc moans at how quickly it is over before Iker pulls back and starts to remove his jacket. Cesc feels the tension in the air and he wonders how in the world things could be made less awkward between them.
“Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“N-no thank you.” Cesc says. His stomach is too unsettled to even attempt of drinking or eating anything. Then Cesc thinks of something to ask. “W-when we talked the other day, you said that you had to pay for your sins…”
“Yes…?” Iker asks, glad to speak to avoid the awkward tension.
“What did you mean?” Cesc asks quietly, avoiding Iker’s eyes.
He hears Iker walk over to the corner of the room and hears something open and then the clink of ice in a glass. Cesc looks up to see Iker pouring himself a drink; something that looked a whole lot like Coke, except the only difference was that it didn’t fizz.
“My father knows of my, preferences.” Iker starts after taking a sip of his drink. “And he definitely does not approve of them.”
Cesc looks down. At least Pep was being supportive about it, sort of. “Is that why you work at the store…?”
Iker walks back over, loosening the first button of his shirt as he goes. He sits down on his leather couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table. “I work at the store because I have to have a job somewhere. It’s part of his rules and so on and so on.”
Cesc thinks that Iker wants a change of subject. “How old are you?”
Iker looks over at him. “Twenty eight.” Cesc swallows thickly. Eleven years. That wasn’t as bad as it sounded, was it? “How old are you?”
“Seventeen.” Cesc says and Iker looks him over again. Cesc feels exposed despite the layers of fabric and denim covering him up.
Iker speaks again and Cesc thinks that he could just listen to the man talk forever. “I would have said older than that. You certainly don’t act like a seventeen year old.”
“That’s a good thing though, right?” Cesc asks as he approaches the couch by a few steps.
“Yes, I confess I don’t like the giggly type. Not to say that I don’t like laughter, but I don’t like the silliness that comes with immaturity.” Iker says as he undoes another button.
Cesc unzips his jacket and sets it down on the table and then sits down on the couch. He tries to keep his distance from Iker, but not so much that he isn’t far away from him either. “How many boyfriends have you had?”
Iker looks up to the ceiling and counts in his head. “Oh Dios, I have no idea.” Cesc stares at him and Iker laughs. “I’m only teasing you. I have had very good friendships with many men, but have only had sex with about…five.”
Cesc nods, mind reeling. Five different lovers? Well, he could understand that, Cristiano had more lovers than anyone he had ever seen before. But they were all women. Cesc scoots closer on the leather couch next to Iker.
“Five. And did you do to them what you want to do to me?” Cesc asks remembering something else Iker had said back in the café.
Iker makes a pained sound. “God no. I feel so different about you. You are so different than the others. I want to be special with you. I don’t want to ruin things by moving too fast, but I want you so badly. I— You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold myself back, Cesc.”
Cesc looks at Iker and sees the seriousness of what he is telling him. He slides forward on the leather couch and faces Iker. “Do to me what you want. I want you to do to me what you did to those others.”
Iker makes the pained noise again. “You do not know what you are asking, Cesc.”
“Yes I do!” Cesc replies eagerly. “I want you to want me like I want you. I want to know why I feel like this when I’m around you. I want to—”
Iker silences him with a forceful kiss. Cesc moans and falls forward, landing on Iker’s warm and strong chest. Iker’s hands steady him and keep him close as they rest on his back and press his smaller body into his own. Iker’s tongue parts Cesc’s lips and delves in to the warm, wet mouth. Cesc can feel Iker’s heartbeat beneath his palm and it matches his own racing pulse.
Cesc moans when Iker practically picks him up to settle him across his lap. The older man’s hands rest on his narrow hips as he pulls him even closer, so close that Cesc almost feels Iker’s pelvis against his own.
Iker stops kissing Cesc after a few minutes and moves his lips to trail down Cesc’s face to nip at his collarbone. Cesc moans and holds onto Iker’s head, his shoulders, anything to keep his lips from moving from the spot that is driving him mad with pleasure. Cesc is almost embarrassed at the noises coming from his own throat but he cannot stop them.
“Iker please, please.” Cesc begs, but for what he does not know. He just wants something, anything, to make the feeling rising inside of him go away.
Iker adjusts Cesc’s legs and then stands up, causing Cesc to cling desperately in fear of loosing his balance. Iker manages quite easily and heads to a different part of the apartment, somewhere further in the interior and out of sight from the main living space.
Iker pushes open the door to his bedroom with his foot as he returns to kissing Cesc. Cesc’s legs are wrapped tightly around Iker’s middle while his hands are wound tightly in the man’s thick hair. Iker continues to kiss him for a few minutes, even after he has stopped beside his bed.
He lowers him carefully to the bed below and hovers over him. Cesc whines in his throat when Iker pulls away. Iker lies down beside of him on the bed and kisses him again. Cesc moves closer to him and puts his hand hesitantly on the man’s side and slowly moves lower.
Iker pulls back and sits up, shaking his head. “I can’t. You’re too young, I can’t.”
Cesc pants for breath for a few moments before he sits up too. Iker is not looking at him, but he is breathing heavily. Cesc puts his fingers on Iker’s shoulder and slowly, hesitantly moves them downward. He notices instantly that Iker’s arms have goosebumps on them and he is pleased by this.
Cesc moves closer and puts his lips in the same place Iker had his on Cesc’s shoulder. Iker’s breathing temporarily stops and Cesc feels a small dose of victory. He doesn’t know what to do exactly, but he remembers that it felt as if Iker were sucking slightly on his skin. Cesc tries to repeat the action and it causes Iker to moan lengthily.
“Please…?” Cesc whispers against Iker’s throat. Iker looks down into Cesc’s eyes and Cesc feels him swallow. He nods slightly as he covers Cesc’s lips with his own again.
Cesc moans as Iker takes complete control. The boy’s hands wind in Iker’s hair once more as the other man wraps an arm around his body and pulls him close before they both fall back to the mattress with Iker on top.
Iker pulls himself away from Cesc’s mouth long enough to slowly remove the boy’s shirt. Cesc feels the cool air hit his skin and it is like ice entering an oven. He hisses slightly when Iker’s mouth closes over one of his nipples. When Iker’s tongue flicks across the bud, he jerks up into the man’s mouth. He moans as Iker continues putting attention on the overly sensitive buds and not enough on his cock that is now straining against the denim of his jeans.
Iker moves across the boy’s narrow chest and starts to repeat his ministrations on the other nipple. Cesc’s hands are fisted in the sheets as he tries to remember how to breathe. His back is curved like an archer’s bow and the curve increases even more as Iker’s hand comes to rub at his straining erection. Cesc cries out in pleasure as Iker’s hand continues to press down even more, giving him some friction for something to rub against.
“Please Iker, Dios, please do something.” Cesc begs, as he needs even more. There was a force of something far stronger than he was building inside of him and he needed an escape, a release.
Iker removes his hand and mouth at the same time, causing Cesc to whimper. Cesc whimpers again for a completely different reason the moment Iker tugs his shirt off. He didn’t bother to unbutton; he was in too much of a hurry for that.
“Undress.” Iker says in a commanding tone as he kicks off his own shoes. Cesc scrambles, wincing at the hardness he was experiencing in his pants. He manages to get his shoes and socks off by the time Iker is in his boxers. Cesc’s ability to undress or redress suddenly becomes harder than he can accomplish.
He knew that Iker had been muscled but the reality was so much better than his imagination. Cesc studies the muscular torso and well-defined arms before his eyes trail up the strong neck to meet Iker’s eyes. Amusement twinkles in the obsidian depths amongst something darker, something dangerous.
“Like what you see?” Iker asks as he moves over to pin Cesc to the bed once more.
“Y-yes, very much.” Cesc confesses, blushing. Iker dips his head to kiss Cesc once more as his fingers unbuckle Cesc’s jeans. Iker’s hands make short work of Cesc’s pants and underwear until the boy is naked beneath him. Cesc feels so exposed and nervous, he turns his head away from Iker’s roving eyes.
The older man lowers his head and kisses Cesc’s neck carefully. “Lovely, simply lovely.” Cesc blushes at the praise.
Iker removes his boxers and lays down carefully on top of Cesc. He continues to kiss him, letting the boy slowly explore his body. Cesc touches start out light, innocent, as he explores Iker’s arm, moving upwards to carefully curve his hand around the strong shoulder.
Cesc’s hands get bolder as Iker’s sounds of pleasure increase. Cesc arches his leg up to wrap it around Iker’s waist as the other man grinds down into his body. Cesc moans and sees stars behind his closed eyelids. Iker’s breath becomes more laborious as he continues his kisses against Cesc’s neck and across his chest.
Cesc strains to find his voice. “M-more,” he pants. “I need more.”
Iker nods and moves to put his mouth over Cesc’s. They respond to each other instantly as Iker keeps rocking their hips together at an agonizingly slow rate. Cesc moans, desperate for anything that Iker would give him beside these slow movements.
Iker eventually stops and pulls back. Cesc gasps for air as he watches through bleary eyes as Iker reaches over to pull something from a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. Iker opens a package and rolls something over his length. Oh, protection, Cesc barely forms the thought.
Cesc jumps when he feels something cold against his ass. Iker calms him with a deep kiss. “Relax Cesc, this is to help make things a little easier.” Cesc nods, frowning at the uncomfortable feeling. Iker continues to kiss him as his hand slowly slides from where it had been holding onto Cesc’s hip to cup his bottom carefully.
Cesc feels more of the cold stuff and he squirms, unused to the weird feeling. “Relax Cesc.” Iker warns once more before the first tip of Iker’s finger starts to press inside. Cesc squirms more but tries to hold still as the finger moves deeper inside of him. Iker allows a few minutes for Cesc to adjust to the intrusion before he moves a second finger inside of him.
The boy bites his lip to stop from making any noise. It hurt but it had to feel good at some point, otherwise why would men keep doing it? Cesc fisted the sheets as he tried to hold himself in place as Iker continued to stretch him out. It takes a long time before the pain slowly subsides and he becomes loose enough for Iker’s liking.
Iker kisses Cesc once again before he leans back. “Would you like to know why this feels so good?”
Cesc nods, sweat beading on his forehead. “Please.”
Iker’s fingers move deep inside of him again and then suddenly all Cesc sees is blinding white light. He arches up and Iker holds him to his chest with one hand as the other is buried fingers deep inside of him. Iker is chuckling as Cesc recovers.
“What was that?” Cesc pants into Iker’s neck as he notices that Iker is still holding him up.
“It’s called your prostate. It’s wonderful isn’t it?” Iker lowers him carefully to the bed again.
“Sí, Dios sí.” Cesc swallows, needing water but he wouldn’t dare move to ask for any. He never wants this moment to end. Iker is watching him with such reverence and care that it almost twists Cesc’s fragile heart into pieces.
Iker smiles brightly at him before placing a kiss to his abdomen. “I think you are ready enough for now my sweet prince.”
Iker sits up and puts more of the liquid onto his hard erection. “Cesc, I won’t lie to you, this will hurt. And you won’t be able to walk comfortably for a few days.” Iker hesitated. “Are you sure…?”
“Yes! Yes! I want you so bad, I can’t breathe.” Cesc says about ready to pull the man on top of him.
“Okay, I just don’t want to hurt you.” Iker knees Cesc’s legs apart and kneels between them. “One day, we can change up the position a bit, but not now. You aren’t experienced enough for that yet.”
“You’ll teach me though, right?” Cesc asks, secretly loving the idea of more time with Iker, like this.
Iker laughs breathlessly. “Yes, of course. If you still want me after this that is.”
Cesc pulls Iker’s face down into a kiss. “Of course I will.”
Iker kisses him again as he pulls his legs up to put about his waist. “I’ll go slow at first. If you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”
Cesc nods at the seriousness in Iker’s expression and in his voice. Iker releases one of Cesc’s legs and moves to position himself in line with Cesc’s hole. Cesc gasps in pain as Iker moves in carefully. Iker knows he isn’t that far inside of the boy yet and he also knows its going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.
Cesc moans in part pleasure and part pain as Iker moves a little deeper inside of him. It does hurt, a lot more than he would have thought. He also realizes that this is a completely different kind of pain than what he was used too. The stinging slaps and glass shards were so different and so much coarser than the stretching of unused muscles.
When Iker is completely inside of the boy, he pauses. He leans down and kisses Cesc’s temple, his hair, anything he can reach without hurting the boy by moving. “How do you feel?” He whispers, worried that he has gone too far too fast.
Cesc opens his eyes and sees only concerned brown. His hand snakes up from where it had been clutching Iker’s arm to wind in his hair. He kisses him deeply for a few minutes before he whispers a command. “Move.”
Iker groans at the command but complies by sliding back slowly, watching Cesc’s face for any sign of pain. Cesc’s face relaxes until Iker slides back in and then he bites his lip in a little pain but mostly pleasure. Iker continues to slide in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. The pattern builds between the two until Iker abandons the thought of going slowly. Cesc moans in pleasure now, the feelings created by his lover too good for him to ignore anymore.
Iker groans as Cesc unknowingly clenches down around him with each thrust in. Cesc feels the same force he had felt earlier rise in magnitude. The boy had released Iker’s shoulders and had started grasping bed sheets again. He moaned with every movement that seemed to go deeper inside of him.
Feeling himself get closer to his orgasm, Iker put a hand around Cesc’s leaking cock and started to jerk. It took two movements before Cesc was screaming out Iker’s name. As the body beneath him shuddered violently, Iker surged forward twice more before spilling himself deep inside of the boy’s body. Iker collapses half on, half off of Cesc’s body, completely spent.
Cesc closes his eyes as he feels tears slip out of his eyes. They were not the tears of sadness or loss he had expected. They were tears of complete and utter love.
Characters (this bit): Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas (finally, I hear those sighs of relief XD) ; Pep Guardiola, Lionel Messi, Bojan Krkic
Rating: NC-FREAKING-17 {SERIOUSLY}
Words: this part is 4,503 ; total words: 40,501 (aka 81%)
A/N: Yeah, you guys are going to like this one XD It’s about time, I know. But I did promise didn’t I? lol Enjoy it guys, I’m taking a break for now XD lol
Last part here. All previous parts listed here.
Cesc watched as the minute hand on the ancient clock in the living room moved slowly closer to the twelve. The golden orb that swung back and forth with each second continued its pattern, slowly counting down till Cesc would leave and begin to follow his instructions that Iker had given him when they had worked out their meeting.
He was to leave his uncle’s house at exactly noon, walk in the direction of Señor Reina’s store, and then he would find a silver car. Iker had told him that he would be waiting inside and that the only other person who would know of their meeting was his driver, a man, Cesc was assured, that would never tell anyone anything.
Cesc was nervous; he wrung his hands over and over in his lap as he kept swallowing. Things were moving too fast, too soon but not fast enough. He wanted Iker desperately and time seemed to be the only thing that separated them. The time of years, the time of just a few moments separated them more than distance ever could.
Bojan had returned from his sleepover with Leo earlier that morning, around ten and had said good morning to Pep and Cesc who had been having breakfast. He had said that he was very sleepy because he and Leo had stayed up all night and played video games for hours on end. Pep had smiled and told Bojan that he was welcome to sleep as long as he wanted. Bojan had smiled sleepily and thanked him before hugging Cesc. Cesc had returned to his breakfast, cereal again as Raul hadn’t been there in a couple days, as Bojan had trudged up the stairs.
Cesc heard Pep click his tongue together as he stared at the wall. Wondering what was going on, Cesc asked him if he was okay. Pep had smiled distantly at him and had assured him that he was before standing up. Pep wished him good luck with his friend today, reminded him to be careful for the hundredth time, and then told him to come tell him goodbye when he was leaving.
As the minute hand reached the point that signaled five to twelve, Cesc jumped up out of his chair. He was quiet so that he would not disturb Bojan or Pep as he made his way up the stairs. He walks down the small hallway, past his and Bojan’s bedroom, making sure that he hardly made any noise. As he approaches the closed door of Pep’s office, he hears the distinctive sound of keys moving, the kind of keys like a laptop made.
Cesc knocks on the door quietly and hears a soft, ‘come in’, before he pushes open the door. He had never really been inside of Pep’s office before; he had only been by it once or twice on his way to the laundry room. Cesc takes a minute to study the room and notices that the floor is hardwood, like the rest of the upstairs apart from the bathrooms, and that there are two windows in here. Pep is working at his desk, on his laptop. The desktop computer was sleeping; the orange light that slowly came on before fading off indicated that. In the corner there is a small radio playing some classical piece as quietly as it could but loud enough for Pep to hear it. There are a couple plush chairs in the other corner with a small table and lamp on it.
Pep looks up when Cesc comes in. “It’s time for me to go now.” Cesc whispers and Pep nods.
“Be careful, have fun.” Pep whispers back and Cesc nods, blushing.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Cesc replies continuing to whisper.
“Call if that changes.” Pep instructs and Cesc nods before walking out and he shuts the door softly behind himself.
He is as quiet as he can be on his way back downstairs. He makes sure he has his key and the small wad of money that Pep had given him before he walks out of the front door. He zips up his jacket and puts his hands in his pockets as he takes a deep breath of fresh air. A little ways down the block from him, the neighborhood kids play another game of football in the street. A dark-headed boy slips one past the keeper and a small cheer goes up from his team. Cesc had recognized this boy was Kaka from the way Messi had described him. Cesc shook his head and started down the steps and then turned to go in the opposite direction.
With every footstep he took, his nerves and anticipation grew. By the time he had passed the Englishman’s flower shop, which was closed on Saturdays and Sundays according to Pep, and turned the corner, Cesc was sure that he should just turn around and run back to the safety of Pep’s house.
When he saw the sleek, silver town car, Cesc froze. Leaning on it stood Iker and Cesc’s breath caught much the same way it had the first time he had ever seen him. He wore a black button-down shirt, which was partially hidden under a dark jacket and blue jeans. Iker seemed to sense his presence and looked over. The ebony-haired man came to attention and stood up, facing in Cesc’s direction.
Cesc swallowed and took the first step forward. He found that as the second step closed the distance, the nerves increased. By the time he was standing in front of Iker, he was more nervous now than he had been since the ‘appointment’ had been made. Iker smiled softly at him, seeming to know what he was thinking.
“You look lovely.” Cesc looked down and mumbled a ‘thanks’. Iker put his hand on Cesc’s shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Something in Iker’s voice made Cesc look up, nervously. Cesc swallowed thickly and searched his mind. “Yes, yes I really do.”
Iker nodded and then opened the door next to him. “Let’s go then.”
Cesc climbed in and Iker followed after him. He gave his driver a nod and then the car pulled away from the curb.
Cesc felt aware of everything in that car as the silver box on wheels moved in and out of the traffic. He was aware of his own breathing, as well as Iker’s. He was very aware of the heat coming off of Iker’s body.
He almost yelped when Iker’s hand rested on top of his own. Cesc looked down at their entwining fingers and up at Iker. He was looking out the window with a smile lifting his lips at the same time his thumb started brushing against Cesc’s hand. Cesc inhaled sharply and wondered what else the man would do to him before he returned home.
Cesc turned his head to look out the window at the city that passed by. He had heard of many of the landmarks of Barcelona, but the only one he had seen so far was the Comp Nou. Cesc’s eyes widened as the Torre Agbar cruised past and the car took one of the avenues, the diagonal one, and cruised a long before taking a side street that led to an underground parking deck.
Iker waited for the driver to shut off the car and come around to let them both out. Cesc swallowed as he passed the young employee and he made sure that his head was kept down. Iker lead the way to the lifts and Cesc followed along, unsure of what else to do. As the doors shut, leaving the two of them quite alone, Cesc tried to take a deep breath but found that that was a huge mistake. The scent of Iker filled his senses completely and his head suddenly felt light and airy.
“Cesc?” Iker asked, concerned.
Cesc snapped back to reality and saw that Iker was waiting for him to get out of the lift and walk into his apartment. Cesc rushed forward, feeling foolish. He couldn’t help but look around at Iker’s apartment, it was so modern and it was definitely suited to the bachelor-type. Glass, metal, wood, and leather seemed to be the common theme throughout the entire place.
Cesc came to stop in front of the window that over looked the city. He let out a breathy sigh of wonder. “Wow.”
Iker chuckles as he comes up behind him, not too close, but close enough to have Cesc’s bundle of nerves screaming in activity again. “It is rather impressive, isn’t it?”
Cesc nods because he doesn’t trust his voice. Iker takes a step forward and rests his hands carefully on Cesc’s shoulders. Cesc takes a deep breath as the warmth from Iker’s hands settle into his skin.
“Iker…” Cesc’s voice is hardly more than a sigh released on a puff of air.
“Turn around.” Iker says softly and Cesc takes one last deep breath before facing the other man. There is a look of something dangerous in Iker’s eyes, but Cesc doesn’t know what you would call it. All he knows is that when Iker looks at him like that, part of him wants to run and hide while the other part of him wants to encourage the man into action.
Iker’s hands are warm and heavy on his shoulders. “We don’t have to do anything; we can just talk if you would like.”
Cesc nods and thinks that maybe talking is better than doing…something else, at least for right now. Iker nods and leans down enough to press a quick, chaste kiss on Cesc’s lips. Cesc moans at how quickly it is over before Iker pulls back and starts to remove his jacket. Cesc feels the tension in the air and he wonders how in the world things could be made less awkward between them.
“Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“N-no thank you.” Cesc says. His stomach is too unsettled to even attempt of drinking or eating anything. Then Cesc thinks of something to ask. “W-when we talked the other day, you said that you had to pay for your sins…”
“Yes…?” Iker asks, glad to speak to avoid the awkward tension.
“What did you mean?” Cesc asks quietly, avoiding Iker’s eyes.
He hears Iker walk over to the corner of the room and hears something open and then the clink of ice in a glass. Cesc looks up to see Iker pouring himself a drink; something that looked a whole lot like Coke, except the only difference was that it didn’t fizz.
“My father knows of my, preferences.” Iker starts after taking a sip of his drink. “And he definitely does not approve of them.”
Cesc looks down. At least Pep was being supportive about it, sort of. “Is that why you work at the store…?”
Iker walks back over, loosening the first button of his shirt as he goes. He sits down on his leather couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table. “I work at the store because I have to have a job somewhere. It’s part of his rules and so on and so on.”
Cesc thinks that Iker wants a change of subject. “How old are you?”
Iker looks over at him. “Twenty eight.” Cesc swallows thickly. Eleven years. That wasn’t as bad as it sounded, was it? “How old are you?”
“Seventeen.” Cesc says and Iker looks him over again. Cesc feels exposed despite the layers of fabric and denim covering him up.
Iker speaks again and Cesc thinks that he could just listen to the man talk forever. “I would have said older than that. You certainly don’t act like a seventeen year old.”
“That’s a good thing though, right?” Cesc asks as he approaches the couch by a few steps.
“Yes, I confess I don’t like the giggly type. Not to say that I don’t like laughter, but I don’t like the silliness that comes with immaturity.” Iker says as he undoes another button.
Cesc unzips his jacket and sets it down on the table and then sits down on the couch. He tries to keep his distance from Iker, but not so much that he isn’t far away from him either. “How many boyfriends have you had?”
Iker looks up to the ceiling and counts in his head. “Oh Dios, I have no idea.” Cesc stares at him and Iker laughs. “I’m only teasing you. I have had very good friendships with many men, but have only had sex with about…five.”
Cesc nods, mind reeling. Five different lovers? Well, he could understand that, Cristiano had more lovers than anyone he had ever seen before. But they were all women. Cesc scoots closer on the leather couch next to Iker.
“Five. And did you do to them what you want to do to me?” Cesc asks remembering something else Iker had said back in the café.
Iker makes a pained sound. “God no. I feel so different about you. You are so different than the others. I want to be special with you. I don’t want to ruin things by moving too fast, but I want you so badly. I— You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold myself back, Cesc.”
Cesc looks at Iker and sees the seriousness of what he is telling him. He slides forward on the leather couch and faces Iker. “Do to me what you want. I want you to do to me what you did to those others.”
Iker makes the pained noise again. “You do not know what you are asking, Cesc.”
“Yes I do!” Cesc replies eagerly. “I want you to want me like I want you. I want to know why I feel like this when I’m around you. I want to—”
Iker silences him with a forceful kiss. Cesc moans and falls forward, landing on Iker’s warm and strong chest. Iker’s hands steady him and keep him close as they rest on his back and press his smaller body into his own. Iker’s tongue parts Cesc’s lips and delves in to the warm, wet mouth. Cesc can feel Iker’s heartbeat beneath his palm and it matches his own racing pulse.
Cesc moans when Iker practically picks him up to settle him across his lap. The older man’s hands rest on his narrow hips as he pulls him even closer, so close that Cesc almost feels Iker’s pelvis against his own.
Iker stops kissing Cesc after a few minutes and moves his lips to trail down Cesc’s face to nip at his collarbone. Cesc moans and holds onto Iker’s head, his shoulders, anything to keep his lips from moving from the spot that is driving him mad with pleasure. Cesc is almost embarrassed at the noises coming from his own throat but he cannot stop them.
“Iker please, please.” Cesc begs, but for what he does not know. He just wants something, anything, to make the feeling rising inside of him go away.
Iker adjusts Cesc’s legs and then stands up, causing Cesc to cling desperately in fear of loosing his balance. Iker manages quite easily and heads to a different part of the apartment, somewhere further in the interior and out of sight from the main living space.
Iker pushes open the door to his bedroom with his foot as he returns to kissing Cesc. Cesc’s legs are wrapped tightly around Iker’s middle while his hands are wound tightly in the man’s thick hair. Iker continues to kiss him for a few minutes, even after he has stopped beside his bed.
He lowers him carefully to the bed below and hovers over him. Cesc whines in his throat when Iker pulls away. Iker lies down beside of him on the bed and kisses him again. Cesc moves closer to him and puts his hand hesitantly on the man’s side and slowly moves lower.
Iker pulls back and sits up, shaking his head. “I can’t. You’re too young, I can’t.”
Cesc pants for breath for a few moments before he sits up too. Iker is not looking at him, but he is breathing heavily. Cesc puts his fingers on Iker’s shoulder and slowly, hesitantly moves them downward. He notices instantly that Iker’s arms have goosebumps on them and he is pleased by this.
Cesc moves closer and puts his lips in the same place Iker had his on Cesc’s shoulder. Iker’s breathing temporarily stops and Cesc feels a small dose of victory. He doesn’t know what to do exactly, but he remembers that it felt as if Iker were sucking slightly on his skin. Cesc tries to repeat the action and it causes Iker to moan lengthily.
“Please…?” Cesc whispers against Iker’s throat. Iker looks down into Cesc’s eyes and Cesc feels him swallow. He nods slightly as he covers Cesc’s lips with his own again.
Cesc moans as Iker takes complete control. The boy’s hands wind in Iker’s hair once more as the other man wraps an arm around his body and pulls him close before they both fall back to the mattress with Iker on top.
Iker pulls himself away from Cesc’s mouth long enough to slowly remove the boy’s shirt. Cesc feels the cool air hit his skin and it is like ice entering an oven. He hisses slightly when Iker’s mouth closes over one of his nipples. When Iker’s tongue flicks across the bud, he jerks up into the man’s mouth. He moans as Iker continues putting attention on the overly sensitive buds and not enough on his cock that is now straining against the denim of his jeans.
Iker moves across the boy’s narrow chest and starts to repeat his ministrations on the other nipple. Cesc’s hands are fisted in the sheets as he tries to remember how to breathe. His back is curved like an archer’s bow and the curve increases even more as Iker’s hand comes to rub at his straining erection. Cesc cries out in pleasure as Iker’s hand continues to press down even more, giving him some friction for something to rub against.
“Please Iker, Dios, please do something.” Cesc begs, as he needs even more. There was a force of something far stronger than he was building inside of him and he needed an escape, a release.
Iker removes his hand and mouth at the same time, causing Cesc to whimper. Cesc whimpers again for a completely different reason the moment Iker tugs his shirt off. He didn’t bother to unbutton; he was in too much of a hurry for that.
“Undress.” Iker says in a commanding tone as he kicks off his own shoes. Cesc scrambles, wincing at the hardness he was experiencing in his pants. He manages to get his shoes and socks off by the time Iker is in his boxers. Cesc’s ability to undress or redress suddenly becomes harder than he can accomplish.
He knew that Iker had been muscled but the reality was so much better than his imagination. Cesc studies the muscular torso and well-defined arms before his eyes trail up the strong neck to meet Iker’s eyes. Amusement twinkles in the obsidian depths amongst something darker, something dangerous.
“Like what you see?” Iker asks as he moves over to pin Cesc to the bed once more.
“Y-yes, very much.” Cesc confesses, blushing. Iker dips his head to kiss Cesc once more as his fingers unbuckle Cesc’s jeans. Iker’s hands make short work of Cesc’s pants and underwear until the boy is naked beneath him. Cesc feels so exposed and nervous, he turns his head away from Iker’s roving eyes.
The older man lowers his head and kisses Cesc’s neck carefully. “Lovely, simply lovely.” Cesc blushes at the praise.
Iker removes his boxers and lays down carefully on top of Cesc. He continues to kiss him, letting the boy slowly explore his body. Cesc touches start out light, innocent, as he explores Iker’s arm, moving upwards to carefully curve his hand around the strong shoulder.
Cesc’s hands get bolder as Iker’s sounds of pleasure increase. Cesc arches his leg up to wrap it around Iker’s waist as the other man grinds down into his body. Cesc moans and sees stars behind his closed eyelids. Iker’s breath becomes more laborious as he continues his kisses against Cesc’s neck and across his chest.
Cesc strains to find his voice. “M-more,” he pants. “I need more.”
Iker nods and moves to put his mouth over Cesc’s. They respond to each other instantly as Iker keeps rocking their hips together at an agonizingly slow rate. Cesc moans, desperate for anything that Iker would give him beside these slow movements.
Iker eventually stops and pulls back. Cesc gasps for air as he watches through bleary eyes as Iker reaches over to pull something from a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. Iker opens a package and rolls something over his length. Oh, protection, Cesc barely forms the thought.
Cesc jumps when he feels something cold against his ass. Iker calms him with a deep kiss. “Relax Cesc, this is to help make things a little easier.” Cesc nods, frowning at the uncomfortable feeling. Iker continues to kiss him as his hand slowly slides from where it had been holding onto Cesc’s hip to cup his bottom carefully.
Cesc feels more of the cold stuff and he squirms, unused to the weird feeling. “Relax Cesc.” Iker warns once more before the first tip of Iker’s finger starts to press inside. Cesc squirms more but tries to hold still as the finger moves deeper inside of him. Iker allows a few minutes for Cesc to adjust to the intrusion before he moves a second finger inside of him.
The boy bites his lip to stop from making any noise. It hurt but it had to feel good at some point, otherwise why would men keep doing it? Cesc fisted the sheets as he tried to hold himself in place as Iker continued to stretch him out. It takes a long time before the pain slowly subsides and he becomes loose enough for Iker’s liking.
Iker kisses Cesc once again before he leans back. “Would you like to know why this feels so good?”
Cesc nods, sweat beading on his forehead. “Please.”
Iker’s fingers move deep inside of him again and then suddenly all Cesc sees is blinding white light. He arches up and Iker holds him to his chest with one hand as the other is buried fingers deep inside of him. Iker is chuckling as Cesc recovers.
“What was that?” Cesc pants into Iker’s neck as he notices that Iker is still holding him up.
“It’s called your prostate. It’s wonderful isn’t it?” Iker lowers him carefully to the bed again.
“Sí, Dios sí.” Cesc swallows, needing water but he wouldn’t dare move to ask for any. He never wants this moment to end. Iker is watching him with such reverence and care that it almost twists Cesc’s fragile heart into pieces.
Iker smiles brightly at him before placing a kiss to his abdomen. “I think you are ready enough for now my sweet prince.”
Iker sits up and puts more of the liquid onto his hard erection. “Cesc, I won’t lie to you, this will hurt. And you won’t be able to walk comfortably for a few days.” Iker hesitated. “Are you sure…?”
“Yes! Yes! I want you so bad, I can’t breathe.” Cesc says about ready to pull the man on top of him.
“Okay, I just don’t want to hurt you.” Iker knees Cesc’s legs apart and kneels between them. “One day, we can change up the position a bit, but not now. You aren’t experienced enough for that yet.”
“You’ll teach me though, right?” Cesc asks, secretly loving the idea of more time with Iker, like this.
Iker laughs breathlessly. “Yes, of course. If you still want me after this that is.”
Cesc pulls Iker’s face down into a kiss. “Of course I will.”
Iker kisses him again as he pulls his legs up to put about his waist. “I’ll go slow at first. If you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”
Cesc nods at the seriousness in Iker’s expression and in his voice. Iker releases one of Cesc’s legs and moves to position himself in line with Cesc’s hole. Cesc gasps in pain as Iker moves in carefully. Iker knows he isn’t that far inside of the boy yet and he also knows its going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.
Cesc moans in part pleasure and part pain as Iker moves a little deeper inside of him. It does hurt, a lot more than he would have thought. He also realizes that this is a completely different kind of pain than what he was used too. The stinging slaps and glass shards were so different and so much coarser than the stretching of unused muscles.
When Iker is completely inside of the boy, he pauses. He leans down and kisses Cesc’s temple, his hair, anything he can reach without hurting the boy by moving. “How do you feel?” He whispers, worried that he has gone too far too fast.
Cesc opens his eyes and sees only concerned brown. His hand snakes up from where it had been clutching Iker’s arm to wind in his hair. He kisses him deeply for a few minutes before he whispers a command. “Move.”
Iker groans at the command but complies by sliding back slowly, watching Cesc’s face for any sign of pain. Cesc’s face relaxes until Iker slides back in and then he bites his lip in a little pain but mostly pleasure. Iker continues to slide in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. The pattern builds between the two until Iker abandons the thought of going slowly. Cesc moans in pleasure now, the feelings created by his lover too good for him to ignore anymore.
Iker groans as Cesc unknowingly clenches down around him with each thrust in. Cesc feels the same force he had felt earlier rise in magnitude. The boy had released Iker’s shoulders and had started grasping bed sheets again. He moaned with every movement that seemed to go deeper inside of him.
Feeling himself get closer to his orgasm, Iker put a hand around Cesc’s leaking cock and started to jerk. It took two movements before Cesc was screaming out Iker’s name. As the body beneath him shuddered violently, Iker surged forward twice more before spilling himself deep inside of the boy’s body. Iker collapses half on, half off of Cesc’s body, completely spent.
Cesc closes his eyes as he feels tears slip out of his eyes. They were not the tears of sadness or loss he had expected. They were tears of complete and utter love.
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