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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Relationship:
      Sergio_Ramos/Fernando_Torres, Xabi_Alonso/Steven_Gerrard, Iker_Casillas/
      David_Beckham
  Character:
      Sergio_Ramos, Fernando_Torres, Xabi_Alonso, Steven_Gerrard, Iker
      Casillas, David_Beckham, Jamie_Carragher, Álvaro_Arbeloa, Daniel_Agger,
      Martin_Škrtel
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Series:
      Part 1 of Fragmented_Disenchantment_Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-19 Words: 53494
****** If You'd Only Say Yes ******
by secondstar
Summary
     An AU that revolves mainly around the Spain NT, Liverpool FC,and Real
     Madrid.
     Written in snippets and out of order (Think Sherlock Holmes, which
     was not written chronologically) concentrating on a handful of the
     players although most of them will be present. Prominently will
     feature Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas, Xabi Alonso,
     and Steven Gerrard.
     Half of the story will follow teenage Spain NT players while they
     attend the FIFA camp every summer for competition while the remaining
     parts will be set at their respective high schools: LFC, Real, and
     Barca to name a few.
Chapter 1: Second Summer
Fernando Torres set his duffel bag with his training gear onto the bench in
front of his locker for the summer. The locker was the same as his jersey
number, 9. He smiled to himself as he opened it to find stickers from the
previous summer still stuck to it. FIFA Summer Football Camp was one of his
favorite times of year. This would be his second summer spent playing ball with
this group of guys. It was different than school football, these players were
from all over the city and state. It was still early, at least an hour before
training started. He was the only one in the locker room. He shrugged off his
t-shirt and switched it with his training shirt.
He heard his phone buzz from his bag, it was a call from one of his closest
friends, Steven Gerrard. He smiled as he hit send.
“Hey Stevie, what's up?” he asked as he shouldered his phone so that he could
switch shorts. He almost lost his balance, catching himself; he leaned against
the locker next to his to keep from falling.
“Nando, did you make it there?” Stevie asked. Fernando and Stevie were on the
same football team at school and were separated for the summer, with Stevie
headed to the England FIFA football camp; whereas Fernando attended Spain’s.
Nando rolled his eyes as he kicked off his ADIDAS sandals and sat, starting to
put his socks and cleats on.
“Yeah, no one else is here yet. Or they are still sleeping, since I am the only
one that isn't staying at the camp. It is lame, Stevie.” He had wanted to stay
at the camp with everyone else but since his aunt and uncle lived in town, his
parents insisted that he stay with family. As Fernando started to tie his right
cleat he heard the door open behind him. Twisting around to see who had
entered, he didn't catch a glimpse of who ever it was before they tackled him,
causing him to drop his phone. Nando could hear Stevie attempting to talk to
him. Laughter filled the empty locker room as Nando was picked up from behind
and lifted into the air in a massive bear hug. It could only be one person.
“Sergio put me down! I dropped my phone!” Fernando said, holding back laughter
as his best friend from the previous summer put him down. Fernando turned
around and gave the other boy a quick hug and peck on the cheek before he
reached to the ground to pick up the dropped phone. “Hello? Stevie? You there?
Sorry Sergio just sneak attacked me,” he said, chuckling. Stevie sighed.
“Yeah, I got that impression that you got attacked by your scream, Nando.”
Sergio was attempting to get Fernando's attention by running his fingers
through Nando's hair. Fernando swatted him away and ducked out of the way
before Sergio decided on a counter attack.
“Haha, funny. I did not scream. Anyways, the guys are coming in, I will call
you later.” With a bye from Stevie, Nando hung up the phone, turning his
attention to Sergio who had made his way to his locker, number 15. “Ramos, what
was that about? You saw I was on the phone,” he began, as he walked down the
row of lockers to Sergio's. Sergio shrugged, still smiling.
“Proper greeting?” he said, raising his eyebrows as he tied his hair back with
a band. Fernando sat in front of Sergio's locker to finish tying his cleats. “I
figured you would get here early to run a couple laps before training started,
so I decided to join you.” He was already in his training gear. Fernando looked
in Sergio's locker where there was a mirror and a couple of pictures of
Sergio's family... and one of Fernando and he from the previous summer. A pang
of guilt tugged at Fernando, he hadn't really kept in touch through out the
year. Last summer had been a blur; an amazing, high intensity whirl wind of
emotions summer that he hadn’t let himself think about until now. What had gone
on the previous summer between he and Sergio couldn’t happen again.
Fernando licked his lips as he recalled an instance where Sergio had him pinned
against the back side of one of the cabins, his hands roaming desperately over
the taller boy’s torso as he sucked and licked at Sergio’s collarbone. He
sighed inwardly, everything had been so rushed, careless, and frantic. That
wasn’t something he could afford to happen again. He had been rash, he hadn’t
thought about what they were doing, what consequences there would be. Now
Sergio was acting as if nothing had happened, as if there hadn’t been radio
silence between them since the last day of camp. Fernando had apparently been
staring off into space because the next thing he knew, Sergio had shut his
locker and lightly smacked his face. “Nando, earth to Nando! Lets go stretch.”
Sergio smiled.
 
By the time they had stretched and ran around the field a couple times, it was
around twenty minutes before training would officially start. They decided to
go back into the locker room to wait with the others. Fernando realized that he
had left all of his stuff just laying on the bench in front of his locker,
having a small panic attack before he shook his head. Who would want a water
bottle and a phone? He licked his lips as he picked up the water bottle and
took a drink. Shoving his duffel into his locker and turning his phone off, he
sat on the bench next to Xavi, number 8 on the team. They nodded at each other
in acknowledgment as Xavi tied his boots.
“Had a good year, Xavi?” Nando asked as he took another drink. Xavi nodded and
smiled. “It was a good year. But I am glad it is summer, these tournaments push
us,” he said as he stood, clapping Nando on the back and making his way over to
talk with Andres Iniesta and Sergio Busquets, two players from Xavi's school,
Barca. The hardest part of the football camp was the beginning of the summer,
when everyone was still used to their school teams. After a week or so the
cliques would dissolve, for the most part. There were four guys at the camp
from LFC, his school: Pepe Reina, Xabi Alonso, Alvaro Arbeloa, and himself. It
was always comforting to be around guys that he played with the rest of the
year, but Fernando enjoyed playing with everyone. Sometimes it was weird,
considering he played against these guys more than he played with them. But
when they weren't at camp, if they played against each other he just didn't see
them the same way he saw them while they are here.
Last year when they first arrived at the camp everyone had refused to break out
of their respective school cliques in order to train. Fernando had been
surprised at one of the players from Real, who had been the first to make an
effort to sit at tables with other teams and offered to work with them during
drills instead of with his own team mates from school. That had been Sergio
Ramos. On the first day he came up to Fernando smiling, introduced himself,
then winked as he walked back to his fellow Real players. Fernando remembered
blinking in confusion at how carefree and uncomplicated Sergio seemed to make
things out to be.
Apparently Fernando had zoned out again, because he was brought back to earth
by someone putting their fingers through his hair and tugging it gently.
Fernando blinked and looked up from where he was sitting on the bench, seeing
Cesc Fabregas, number 10. His locker was also next to Fernando's. Cesc was the
only player from Arsenal at the camp. He had a huge smile on his face as he let
go of Fernando's hair and patted his cheek in a greeting. Arsenal wasn't very
far from LFC and they played each other frequently but Cesc was one of the
nicest people Fernando had ever met; always doing his own thing, not really
caring if people followed him or not. Cesc was quiet though, always going to
bed at a decent hour compared to the rest of the guys.
“Hey Torres, heard you weren't hanging at the camp with us this year? What
gives man?” Cesc asked as he put his bag into his locker. Fernando rolled his
eyes.
“My family wanted me to stay with my aunt and uncle who live in town, I am
pissed about it,” he said as he high-fived David Villa as he walked by on his
way to Pepe Reina's locker, number 23. Cesc nodded, understanding. Fernando
looked down the row of lockers at Sergio's locker, which was next to Xabi
Alonso's. Sergio was talking animatedly with Jesus Navas, one of his best
friends since childhood. Xabi was leaning against his locker, just listening to
whatever story Sergio was spouting out. Xabi was always cool, calm, at ease
with everything. His arms were crossed, his head against the locker as he
silently was a part of the conversation.
“Well I am sure you could still chill with us after training, right?” Cesc
asked. Fernando shrugged his shoulders.
“Not every day, not today,” Nando said, sighing. What a drag this was going to
be. Gerard Pique, Cesc's best friend from childhood who went to Barca, came up
to them and yawned. His hair was sticking up every which way and he looked as
if he had just rolled out of bed and fallen into his training gear.
“Awake sunshine?” Cesc asked, poking Pique in his stomach, which caused a moan
from the taller boy. He swatted Cesc's hand away from his body with one hand
and playfully smacked Cesc upside the head as he yawned again.
“I'm up. I'm ready,” he said as he stretched his arms upwards. The locker room
was full now, loud. Fernando looked around the room again, just in time to
watch the coaches walk in. Vicente Del Bosque was the head coach of the camp.
He used to be the coach at Real, the school that Sergio Ramos attended with
other campers. Fernando liked him; he was a fair coach and didn't favor the
guys from Real any more than he did anyone else. If you were in top form, he
played you and that was that. Bosque made sure everyone knew that it was time
to head out to the field. Without a doubt, it was time to begin training for
the summer.
Del Bosque started them off with sprints forwards and backwards up the field,
followed by side stepping. Dynamic stretches were next, followed by static
stretches, with everyone pairing up. Fernando looked around, his eyes avoiding
Sergio’s. If he was going to circumvent any situations in which they got too
close, he had to be consistent in doing so. To his dismay, Sergio singled him
out. Fernando gave him a weak smile as he laid down on one of the mats provided
for them as Sergio held onto his ankle and upper thigh, stretching and holding
for ten seconds. Sergio’s hands on him felt like fire. His body reacted
immediately and he cursed sensory memory.
Fernando closed his eyes and breathed as they switched positions. When it was
his turn to touch Sergio, he couldn't help but notice the small whimper that
escaped from the boy who was under him. Fernando glanced at the pair next to
them: Cesc Fábregas and Gerard Piqué were in their own world, whispering and
giggling at something Fernando couldn’t hear. He sighed audibly. Sergio cocked
his head to the side as they stood. In one smooth movement Sergio’s hand glided
up his back and landed on the nape of his neck, causing Fernando to shiver
slightly at the touch. To onlookers it would look normal; Sergio Ramos was
known for being affectionate to everyone. He gave Fernando’s neck a small
squeeze before dropping his hand and walking away without a word. Fernando
looked at the ground. He felt the defenses that he had worked on building up
all year quickly crumbling.
Everyone moved seamlessly into the plyometric exercises: jump running and
bounding in which they ran and jumped as far and as high as they could over
cones. Xabi Alonso was always really good at bounding; Fernando didn’t know how
he got so much height to his jumps. It was almost as if Xabi was a rabbit or a
kangaroo. Taking a short breather, all the boys surrounded coolers where water
and Gatorade was provided for them. Most were catching their breath, the rest
huddled in a group talking. Álvaro Arbeloa, Raúl Albiol, and Xabi Alonso were
talking about putting together a tournament of some kind in the cabins. About
what, Fernando had no clue; not that he would be able to join in anyways. All
of a sudden, there was a shriek as Jesus Navas ran out of the crowd, pulling
his shirt off as he went. A loud burst of laughter made everyone turn towards
Sergio who had apparently slid ice cubes down his childhood friend’s shirt.
Gerard Piqué and Sergio high fived as Del Bosque called everyone to attention
to begin drills again.
By lunchtime everyone was exhausted. They had the next couple of hours off in
order to cool down and relax their muscles before having a short training
session before dinner. Pepe Reina and David Villa gathered a group together to
go for a swim in the lake. Pepe looked over at Fernando, making sure he had his
team mate’s attention. He knew that if Fernando wasn’t singled out and invited
that the striker wouldn’t show up at the lake with everyone else. All day Pepe
noticed that something had been off with Fernando, as if something was weighing
heavily in his mind. Everyone was making their way to the locker rooms to
change and Fernando was walking by himself so Pepe decided to swoop in and make
sure he was joining them for a dip. Slipping his arm around Fernando’s
shoulders he began to walk in sync with the other boy.
“So are you going swimming with us, Nando?” Pepe asked. Nando shrugged his
shoulders and let out a small sigh.
“I am not sure, Pepe. I don’t have any swimming trunks with me since I am not
staying here. I don’t really want to get anything I have to wear soaked,” he
said as he bit his lip. Pepe snorted at Fernando’s reasoning.
“Nando, I am sure someone here who is as skinny as you are has two pairs of
trunks and wouldn’t give two shits if you borrowed a pair!” Pepe looked around,
sizing everyone up compared to Fernando, then spotted Sergio Ramos walking
backwards as he talked animatedly with David Silva and Raúl Albiol. “Hey,
Ramos! Hold up a minute!” Pepe shouted loud enough for everyone on the team to
hear. Sergio stopped in his tracks when he heard Pepe call out his name. He
waited for Pepe and Fernando to catch up to where he was standing. Pepe felt
Fernando’s back stiffen and he was almost positive that Fernando was holding
his breath when they caught up with Sergio. Pepe’s brow furrowed for a moment
before his face relaxed. “Serg, do you think Nando could borrow a pair of your
swim trunks? I know you have like 3 pairs,” Pepe said, laughing. Sergio smiled
and looked Fernando up and down, nodding.
“No problem. Don’t want to get your clothes all wet, Nando?” Sergio asked as he
patted Fernando’s cheek in jest. Fernando jerked his head back involuntarily.
Sergio’s smile dropped for an instant then was back almost immediately. He
turned his attention to Pepe who had also noticed the way Fernando reacted.
“Well I guess we’ll see you at the lake, Pepe,” Sergio said as he started
walking towards his cabin. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Fernando
was following him.
When they arrived to the cabin that Sergio was sharing with Iker Casillas, Raúl
Albiol, Álvaro Arbeloa, Xabi Alonso and Jesus Navas, the only person in the
small cabin seemed to be Xabi, who was laying in his bed reading a book. He
smiled in acknowledgement at Fernando and Sergio before returning to his book.
Sergio opened his trunk and pulled out two pairs of swim shorts. Fernando took
one of the pairs in silence. Sergio began to strip down to change, not caring
about changing in front of his team mates. This was no different than the
locker rooms to him. Fernando, on the other hand, averted his gaze and quickly
decided he would rather change in the bathroom. The bathroom was huge with
multiple shower stalls, sinks, and toilets. Fernando made his way into one of
the bathroom stalls before he changed. Closing the door and locking it, he let
out a breath. He leaned against the door and slid down to the ground, just
wanting to hide. Being back at camp was harder than he thought it would be.
Sergio was acting as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing had happened. He was
acting the same way with Fernando as he did with everyone else. It wasn’t as if
he was jumping down Fernando’s throat or trying to force him to do something he
didn’t want to. Sergio was just being Sergio. Fernando needed to get a grip on
himself. He got up and changed his clothes. He folded them and set them on
Sergio’s bed for later.
When Sergio and Fernando joined the rest of the guys, Pepe and David Villa were
using a rope tied off to a tree to jump into the lake. Álvaro and Raúl were
laying out in the sun checking their Blackberrys compulsively. Xavi, Andrés
Iniesta, Gerard, and Cesc were playing chicken. Sergio glanced at Fernando and
grinned before he ran towards the rope, grabbed a hold, and jumped into the
lake. The water felt amazing after the busy morning.
Nothing was going like Sergio thought it would. He had been determined all
morning to be as nonchalant towards Nando as possible. It was taking every
ounce of his self restraint not to just shake the reason that Nando hadn’t
returned his texts and calls out of him. He desperately wanted to get Nando
alone to ask him what the deal was. Sergio swam over to Iker and Sergio
Busquets who were treading water. Sergio playfully splashed Iker who returned
in kind. Sergio glanced back over to Fernando who was sitting with Álvaro and
Raúl. Iker saw Sergio look towards the shore and rolled his eyes.
“Don’t say anything,” Sergio snapped, practically out of character. Iker raised
an eyebrow at him. Sergio Busquets was completely lost and wasn’t about to get
into whatever they were discussing, so he swam over to the game of chicken.
Iker splashed Sergio again; in retaliation Sergio dunked Iker’s head under the
water. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish,” Sergio spat playfully when Iker
emerged. Iker smirked as he lunged towards Sergio. Wrestling in water is harder
than it looks, but Iker somehow managed to get Sergio in a headlock. It didn’t
take long for Sergio to stop struggling against his captain’s hold on him. He
relaxed into Iker’s embrace, a feeling of protection washing over his body. He
leaned his head back so that it rested on Iker’s shoulder for a moment before
Iker let him go.
“I’m not saying anything you don’t already know, nene,” Iker said, looking at
the shore line. Fernando was watching them; at least, Iker thought he was. Iker
felt the urge to kiss Sergio, to wrap his arms around him and show Fernando
that he wasn’t the only one around who’d had Sergio. Iker pushed that thought
to the back of his mind. He and Sergio weren’t like that. He wasn’t sure what
they were but he knew that marking Sergio as his was not what Sergio wanted.
Sergio’s heart was Fernando’s, no matter how much Fernando had hurt Sergio by
refusing to talk to him all year. Iker had been there, had been the one to pick
up the mess that Fernando left. Of course, Iker hadn’t known what was going on
with Sergio until late fall... he still was the only one that Sergio had
confided in. A whistle blew signifying they had thirty minutes before they were
due back on the field to begin the afternoon training. Without a word, Fernando
joined Iker and Sergio in the walk back to the cabins.
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Sergio sat waiting on the dock with his feet hanging over the edge. He had his
jeans rolled up, his feet gently splashing in the water as he waited. It was
pre-dawn and it was already hot and sticky outside. He sighed heavily.
Everything was so messed up with Fernando. So many emotions had come flooding
back when he saw the striker from LFC the day before. He’d known that Fernando
would get to the training grounds early in order to run alone. He had hoped
that if he joined in that they would have a chance to talk before training
started. Obviously that didn’t happen. Everything was so formal, so forced. The
only one that seemed to notice was Iker, which also complicated things more
than was needed.
Fernando had texted him at 3 am asking if they could meet at dawn to talk about
their “situation” as Nando had put it. Sergio heard footsteps approaching from
behind but didn’t react. He waited for Fernando to sit next to him. Before he
sat, Fernando took his sandals off and put his feet in the water. He looked
down at his hands in his lap. Sergio wasn’t sure what to do, if he should start
the conversation or if he should just wait for Fernando’s lead. Instead of
talking, Fernando leaned over and put his head on Sergio’s shoulder and sat in
silence. Sergio bit his lip and put his arms around Fernando and kissed his
forehead. It felt so natural to be this way, to be touching, together. Sergio
was positive Fernando felt the same way. It didn’t matter to him that Fernando
hadn’t kept in touch, had left him hanging. How he felt at this moment is how
he always wanted to feel. Fernando opened the floodgates with a loud exhale of
breath.
“Sergio, I don’t know what I am doing,” Fernando said, barely above a whisper.
Sergio held Fernando tighter. “This was not how things were supposed to
happen.” Fernando sat up, forcing Sergio to let him go. “I feel like shit about
everything. It was all too much.”
“Nando, don’t worry about it-” Sergio started but Fernando interrupted him with
a glare.
“I didn’t stop thinking about you, about last summer,” Fernando divulged. A
small smile ghosted across Sergio’s face. He slanted forward and pecked
Fernando on the cheek. Fernando leaned into the kiss, turning his face so their
lips met. His hands found their way to Sergio’s hair and grabbed hold, gently
pulling and deepening the kiss. Sergio gripped Fernando’s hips, twisting the
other boy until Nando was straddling him. Sergio let out a groan as Fernando
pushed him onto his back. Sergio’s fingers easily found their way under
Fernando’s shirt. He ended their kiss in order to get Fernando’s shirt off of
him, which caused Fernando to let out a frustrated groan. As soon as his shirt
was removed he recaptured Sergio’s mouth.
Sergio was in heaven. He had been hoping that Fernando still felt the same way
he did, but he hadn’t put much stock in that hope. Now Fernando was on top of
him, practically dry humping him in such a way that was pure shameless
abandonment of self preservation. Sergio caused a sharp whimper to escape from
Fernando by grasping his ass with both hands and bringing him into his own
thrusting hips, causing their erections to rub against each other. Fernando
released his hold on Sergio’s hair and immediately began to take Sergio’s pants
off. Sergio chuckled at Fernando who was fumbling, exasperated at Sergio’s
belt. Sergio easily unbuttoned Fernando’s jeans and slipped them down his
thighs. He took Fernando’s length into his hand and began to stroke him into
ecstasy. Fernando abandoned Sergio’s pants for his hair, forcing him to sit up.
With Sergio’s other hand he held onto Fernando’s neck, bringing him in for
another kiss as his wrist twisted and gently tugged on Fernando’s cock.
Fernando jerked Sergio’s head back with a quick tug of his hair, coercing
Sergio to do as he wanted. Sergio looked into Fernando’s eyes, trying to figure
out what he wanted him to do. Fernando’s grip tightened on Sergio’s hair,
practically urging Sergio to moan. The hand on Nando’s neck caressed him
tenderly, quite the opposite of how Sergio himself was being handled. Sergio
brought his thumb over the head of Fernando’s cock and bore down on it, adding
pressure. Fernando’s head flew back and he bit his lip as his hips arched into
Sergio’s movements. Fernando seized Sergio’s mouth in what seemed like
desperation, as if he wasn’t sure that this was reality.
“Nando, I want your mouth,” Sergio grunted, unhooking his hand from Fernando’s
neck and unbuttoning his pants, which had seemed too big of a task for the boy
currently straddling his lap. Fernando licked his lips and nodded, moving off
of Sergio. They both finished tugging off their jeans and collided together in
a fit of groping and mauling that could only be described as frantic and
despondent. Sergio laid on his back as Fernando took him into his mouth,
swallowing just the tip and lapping at it with his tongue. Sergio closed his
eyes, hell bent on remembering everything that Fernando was doing, that this
was happening.
Fernando licked up Sergio’s length before taking him to his throat, making
himself choke slightly as he did so. Sergio’s breath caught as Nando twisted
his tongue, flicking it in a way that drove Sergio’s hips to jerk, sending a
shiver down Nando’s spine as he sucked on Sergio’s swelling cock. Sergio sat
up, tenderly grabbed hold of Fernando’s head, begging him to take him fully
into his mouth. Fernando complied immediately, picking up momentum as he bobbed
his head up and down. Sergio hissed in rapture, pulled Fernando up from his
cock and kissed him. Fernando’s lips were soft and puffy from working him into
promiscuity.
Tightly grabbing Fernando’s ass, Sergio got him back into his lap where he
brought their erections together and began beating them both off. Fernando held
onto Sergio’s hair, his hips jerked and thrusted into Sergio’s hands. He bit
his lip to keep from screaming. They both came, making a mess of themselves.
Panting for breath, Sergio nuzzled against Fernando’s neck.
Fernando’s phone alarm went off, causing them both to jump. It was time to take
a quick shower before training started. Sergio watched in silence as Fernando
got off of him, put his boxers and gathered his clothes. They hadn’t talked
about anything, nothing was resolved. Sighing, Sergio stood up, got dressed and
made his way to the locker room with Fernando.
Chapter Two: 1st summer
A week had already passed since camp had started. Everyone was getting into the
swing of training together all day and spending time hanging out after long
days full of drills. Sergio had broken the ice a few days before by sitting at
the Barca table at lunch and joining the LFC group during their “two versus two
with a spare” drill. He made it seem easy, as if breaking the cliques was what
he had set out to do.
Sergio decided to sit with David Villa and David Silva from Valencia at dinner,
along with the boys from LFC. Alvaro, Fernando, David Villa, and David Silva
sat on one side of the table with Sergio, Pepe, and Xabi on the other. David
Villa never seemed to stop talking whenever he ate. No one was sure how or when
he got food into his mouth at all at the rate he talked at meals. Alvaro seemed
keen on talking to everyone who was sitting at other tables, always shouting
over other people who were talking. Sergio noticed how little Fernando spoke at
meals. He seemed to just take everything in, rarely making a comment at what
was said. Sergio found it easiest to talk to Alvaro, who seemed to always be
interested in talking about technology. But his attention always went back to
the quiet striker from LFC. He asked him numerous questions, only to get one
word answers. He tried taking food off his plate and eating it, which only got
him a blank stare and then a look to Pepe as if saying “Did he really just eat
that carrot off my plate?”. But he never got a rise out of Fernando.
During an afternoon training session where they were paired up to play “follow
the leader” in which Del Bosque had paired Fernando with Sergio, Sergio took
the role of leader. He jogged backwards, side stepped, and bounded. Out of the
corner of his eye he could see Fernando doing the same, keeping time with him.
Sergio began weaving in and out of other pairs of players, forcing Fernando to
do the same. Sergio stuck his tongue out at Fernando Llorente and Xavi, bumped
into Iker and Pepe, and cut off Gerard and Carles Puyol. Sergio laughed as he
watched Fernando follow suit. When Del Bosque blew his whistle Sergio swore he
could see a smile appear on the quiet boy’s face.
Everyone huddled together and Fernando stood by Sergio, their arms touching as
Del Bosque explained the next drill. On the other side of Sergio stood Jesus
Navas. During Del Bosque’s talk Sergio leaned in to whisper to Jesus while
holding onto the shorter boy’s wrist casually. Fernando glanced at Sergio out
of the corner of his eye. He wanted Sergio to touch him, to whisper things in
his ear and to keep talking to him. He had no idea what to say to the Real
right back but all he knew is that he didn’t want the other boy to stop.
Fernando was uncomfortable with the fact that he wanted these things. He
assumed that Sergio was playful with everyone, and he was right. Sergio messed
with others, touched others, and talked to everyone. He was no different.
Del Bosque explained that they would be doing what was called a “Box Drill”
which is basically the game Four Corners. Sergio laughed and clapped his hands
together. Fernando smiled at him. Sergio looked at Fernando, grabbed his
shoulders and shook him in excitement. Fernando laughed as Sergio patted him on
the back when he was through. Fernando moved to the same corner that Sergio did
every time. After the first two times, Sergio caught on and grabbed hold of
Fernando’s upper arm when he tried to go to a different corner. They ended up
winning.
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Sergio was happy with how camp had been going. With training twice a day, a
break in the afternoons, and the evenings free he kept busy. Keeping busy was
the key when he liked someone. The more people he interacted with, the less he
wanted to devour the quiet striker. He made sure that they were in a group if
Fernando was around him. He let himself go during training, touching him
whenever possible. Small, gentle touches. Patting him on the back, grabbing his
arm during a drill, pecks on the cheek. No more and no less than he gave
everyone else. Sergio would catch Fernando staring at him out of the corner of
his eye. Whenever this happened Sergio felt the urge to reach out to who ever
he was closest to and touch them. He wasn’t sure why he was doing it,
attempting to make Fernando think that he wasn’t treating him any differently
than everyone else.
The truth was, that Sergio was guarding himself. He liked the reserved striker.
Not a day went by that Sergio didn’t think about what Fernando would look like
writhing underneath him, begging for more, for Sergio to fuck him harder.
Sergio’s mouth watered at the thought.
He was brought out of his daydream by a text message. It was from Raúl
Gonzalez, his captain from Real and sometimes fuck buddy. Sergio sighed. He had
been avoiding contact while at camp. It was a cowardly move but there wasn’t
anything he could do for Raúl from camp. Raúl wasn’t his boyfriend; Guti was
Raul’s on again off again boyfriend and team mate. Sergio was just there to
pick up the slack for the both of them. Sergio had never had anything of his
own. He was always shared between the two. Before now he hadn’t minded being in
the middle, being their toy. Now he wanted Fernando, he wanted to be someone’s
other half and not just a friend with benefits.
He looked at the message: “Fuck I need you right now.” Sergio bit his bottom
lip. He responded with “Where is Guti?” Sergio put the phone down and walked
into the bathroom of the cabin. It was Sunday and they had the entire day free.
The showers were full, Sergio had taken his earlier. He brushed his teeth then
walked back to his bed. Next to him, Xabi was texting a message, half dressed
with only his jeans and socks on. A shirt was laid out on his bed. Sergio’s
phone buzzed. “Here. He wants you too.” Sergio rolled his eyes.They were
insatiable, never had enough of him or of each other. “Can’t, going to play
frisbee.” Sergio shoved his phone in his pocket and turned to Xabi.
“You ready?” Xabi nodded and put his shirt on, then his shoes. A group of them
were meeting on the field to play frisbee for a while before dinner.
“Let’s go.” Xabi’s phone buzzed. “Sorry.” He mumbled as he quickly responded to
the text message. Sergio smiled at the Basque.
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It took Fernando ten minutes to find the perfect spot. He walked along the edge
of the lake, through the trees and brush until he found a little nook. Complete
privacy. He was going stir crazy, always being surrounded by other people. It
was so loud, draining, difficult to think. That was all he needed, somewhere to
think. He leaned his back against a tree and shut his eyes. He missed home. He
missed his brother and sister, his parents. He missed home cooked meals. He
missed his friends Steven, Jamie Carragher, and Daniel Agger from school. Their
first match of the summer was approaching and he was confident that he would do
well, he just missed his LFC team mates. Everyone was making friends. Pepe had
been spending his time with David Villa and Iker Casillas, Xabi with Cesc and
David Silva.
Fernando had been spending most of his time with Álvaro, Raúl, Gerard Piqué,
and Sergio Ramos playing video games in the main hall’s common room where there
was a big screen tv. Álvaro had brought his 360, Raúl brought his wii. Tonight
was the big video game night, almost everyone (sans Cesc who was sleeping) was
playing wii party. Fernando had snuck off, not really feeling like being around
everyone. He preferred hanging out in smaller groups where he wasn’t
overwhelmed with keeping up with all of the conversations. He wished Sergio
liked doing things in small groups, but from what Fernando could tell... Sergio
loved being around everyone, loved being in the center of whatever was going
on. Sergio always controlled the music, always asked everyone at dinner what
was happening that night and making sure he wouldn’t be bored. Just once
Fernando wanted Sergio not to ask everyone in a big general way, he wanted
Sergio to ask him if he wanted to do something alone. Watch a movie, take a
walk around the lake...
Fernando let out an audible sigh. He didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew is
that he wanted more. More of Sergio. What that meant, he had no idea. Sergio
intrigued him. It was becoming almost impossible for an hour to pass without
Fernando daydreaming that Sergio’s touch meant more than friendship, that when
he touched him it wasn’t the same way he patted Jesus on the back or kissed
Iker’s cheek hello in the morning. Fernando was becoming turned on, his cock
springing to life in his pants. He groaned. At least he was alone. His cheeks
turned red with embarrassment even though no one was around to witness his
erection. That was something he was thankful for; no one seemed to notice how
he stared at Sergio, how whenever he touched him Fernando’s cheeks turned
crimson and how he always stumbled over his words whenever he was asked a
question.
Fernando touched himself through his jeans. He needed release. He gritted his
teeth as he undid his jeans and brought his cock out. He closed his eyes and
thought about Sergio’s mouth, how he sounded when he talked, how he was always
smiling, how he licked his lips constantly as if asking Fernando to stick his
cock in his mouth. Sergio’s mouth made Fernando hard. Fernando began stroking
his cock at a slow pace, he wasn’t in a hurry to come. No one would come this
far around the lake at this hour. Fernando envisioned how Sergio’s mouth would
feel if he took him into his mouth, the way his tongue would curl around him,
how he would suck him dry and swallow him whole. He shamelessly picked up the
pace of his strokes, tightening his fist, adding pressure. He thought about how
hard he would come if his cock was all the way down Sergio’s throat, gagging
him for a moment.
That was when he heard his voice, Sergio’s voice, not far from where he was
sitting. Fernando’s mouth went dry, he stopped all movement, his chest was
heaving. Sergio was walking and talking, to who Fernando didn’t know but he did
know Sergio’s voice. Taking a deep breath Fernando painfully tucked himself
back into his jeans and stood up. He peered around the tree, not sure where
Sergio’s voice was coming from. It was a new moon, there wasn’t very much light
at all. Sergio was walking slowly with one hand in his pocket while the other
held onto his phone that was attached to his ear. Fernando sighed, Sergio was
on the phone. The only reason Sergio wouldn’t be in a group would be because he
got a phone call, which happened frequently.
Fernando wasn’t sure if he wanted to be found or not. He did want to be alone
with Sergio, sure, but he was rock hard and it was definitely apparent that he
was. As Sergio got closer Fernando could pick up parts of the conversation. It
seemed as if Sergio was having some sort of disagreement, but he wasn’t sure
what it was about.
“I don’t think you are in any position to tell me what I want anymore.” Sergio
spat into the phone. He stopped in the middle of the trail, not wanting to walk
anymore. He switched ears and cradled the phone between his face and shoulder.
“You have Guti, you always have. Don’t give me this shit. He never liked
sharing you with me anyways. This is totally unfair and you know it. I am
giving you a way out--” Sergio walked in a circle the sat in the middle of the
trail, indian style. Fernando’s heart was in his throat. Sergio was attached to
someone. There was no way that his touches meant more if he already had
someone. Fernando leaned against the tree and knocked his head into it
purposefully. How could he have been so naive as to think Sergio would want him
at all, he barely even talked to him! “Raúl, I like someone. Here, at camp.
Don’t be selfish. You can’t keep me forever if you are just going to use me.
You’re my captain, I’ll do whatever, I--” Sergio stopped talking. His head was
in his hands. “Put Guti on the phone.” Sergio’s voice was barely above a
whisper.
Fernando gnawed at his bottom lip, straining to hear. He wanted to know who
Sergio liked. Sergio was talking to his captain from school, he must be. That
means that whoever Sergio liked must not be from Real otherwise Sergio wouldn’t
have said “at camp”. Fernando racked his brain thinking of everyone that Sergio
was around, who he touched, who he talked to the most who wasn’t from his
school. Sergio was around Álvaro a lot, but no more or less than he was around
Fernando. Jesus, they were always messing around, very affectionate....
“Guti, I am not doing this anymore. You both know I want... something of my
own. When school starts I don’t want things to be off... just-” Sergio stood
back up and began pacing. “His name? Of course you want to know who... his name
is Fernando.” Fernando froze. His stomach dropped, he covered his mouth with
his hand to keep from making a noise. There were two Fernando’s at camp. It
could be Llorente! Surely Sergio was talking about the Fernando from Bilbao.
Sergio was walking away, he wouldn’t be able to hear him anymore. Fernando took
a step forward, a twig snapped. Sergio spun around and saw him standing there.
“Guti I have to go.” Sergio hung up the phone and walked over to Fernando.
“Nando, I didn’t know anyone was out here. I thought you would be gaming.”
Sergio spoke as if he hadn’t just been talking to whoever he was attached to,
as if he hadn’t just spoken aloud the person’s name that he liked. Fernando
swallowed.
“I’ve been out here for an hour.” Sergio smiled, then ran his fingers through
his hair, put his hands in his pockets, licked his lips. Fernando looked away
and cleared his throat. Sergio moved so that he was standing in Fernando’s
sight line. He looked Fernando up and down, his pupils were blown.
“How much did you hear?” Fernando bit his lip. He wasn’t ready for Sergio to
tell him not to worry, that he hadn’t meant him but that he liked the other
striker named Fernando, the one who always wore his shirts extra tight.
“Enough.” Sergio frowned.
“Does that mean you wouldn’t like me to take care of that for you?” Fernando
looked at Sergio’s hand, which was pointing to his blatant erection. Fernando
blushed. Oh. Sergio smiled and stepped closer, closing the distance between
them. He cupped Fernando’s face with his hands and brushed his thumbs across
his reddened cheeks. Sergio licked his lips again; Fernando let out a small
almost inaudible whimper. Sergio leaned in and kissed Fernando, confident that
he wouldn’t be pushed away. Fernando fell into the kiss, swam in the
realization that Sergio’s mouth was on his. The same mouth that he had been
just fantasizing about was touching his lips. The tongue that constantly wet
those lips was parting his, begging for entrance into his mouth. Fernando
obliged. He would do whatever those lips asked him to do.
Fernando grabbed onto Sergio’s shirt and tugged, bringing their torsos
together. Fernando moaned into Sergio’s mouth. He could feel that Sergio was
hard too. Fernando jumped back, ending the kiss and letting go of Sergio’s
shirt. What was he doing. He backed up into the tree he had been hiding behind.
Sergio liked him. Sergio was standing in front of him, they were kissing.
Fernando’s chest constricted. This was all too much. It had been a fantasy.
This was all too real. Fernando held his breath. Sergio stayed where he was.
Sergio’s phone rang. He checked who it was and turned his back to Fernando.
“David? What’s up?” Sergio asked into the receiver. “No, I’m not with Iker. Are
you drunk?” Sergio covered his phone with his hand and looked back at Fernando.
“Walk back with me, it’s dark.” Then he went back to his conversation. Fernando
followed Sergio, walking a short ways behind him. “Who are you with? Are you
with the England FIFA?” Fernando’s ears perked up. That was where Stevie was!
Fernando caught up with Sergio and tapped him on the shoulder to get Sergio’s
attention.
“Is your friend with Steven Gerrard?” Sergio put the phone on speaker so
Fernando could hear everything. Fernando leaned in close to Sergio as they
walked back around the lake.
“David, do you know a Steven Gerrard?” Sergio glanced over at Fernando then put
his hand on the small of his back, hooking his fingers through Fernando’s belt
loops. Fernando didn’t push him away.
“Sure mate, he is right here with me!” David Beckham, Sergio’s Real team mate
said through the phone. “Hey Stevie, someone at the Spain FIFA knows you!”
Fernando could hear Stevie in the background. “Who’s your friend, Serg? Someone
named Xabi?” David asked.
“Go on speaker David,” Sergio said, laughing into the phone. Stevie’s loud
voice could be heard clearly now.
“Who’s all on the phone then?” Stevie asked.
“Stevie! It’s Fernando,” Nando said into the phone, smiling. Steven laughed.
“Heya Nando.”
“Sergio Ramos, friend of David’s. David, what did you call me for if you needed
Iker?”
“Well he didn’t answer, why aren’t you with him?” David asked as if Sergio and
Iker were attached at the hip.
“Nando, where is Xabi at then?” Stevie asked into the phone. It sounded as if
he was right on top of the phone, right at the receiver.
“They are both playing video games, everyone is,” Sergio stated.
“Why aren’t you two then?” David asked. Fernando looked at Sergio, that was a
loaded question. Would Sergio say what just happened, with Stevie on the phone.
Stevie, Nando’s captain and friend. Stevie who was straight. Sergio recognized
the look on Fernando’s face and tugged on his belt loop, bringing Fernando
closer to him.
“I was on the phone with Raul and Guti. Fernando was taking a walk, having some
alone time.”
“That sounds like Nando,” Stevie added in. “Always wandering off.” Fernando
smiled. He missed Stevie.
“We are heading back to the main hall now, we could give the phone to them...?”
Fernando offered. Sergio glanced at Fernando. He had no idea why David wanted
Iker on the phone.
“I just texted the lad, he is watching Dexter on his computer. No worries
Nando,” Steven said.
“David, I will go punch Iker in the arm and tell him to answer his damned
phone.” Sergio laughed. There was a beep, David took Sergio and Fernando off
speaker phone.
“Serg, I don’t mean to butt into things but Raul called me.” Sergio’s heart
sank. He let go of Fernando’s belt loop and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Not right now, David. I will have Iker call you in a few minutes. Go drink
some water so you aren’t totally piss drunk when he talks to you.”
“Alright, alright. You tell him I called three times. Bye.” David hung up the
phone, Sergio sighed and put his away.
“David always freaks when Iker doesn’t answer. He assumes everyone is attached
to their phones like Raúl and Álvaro!” Sergio smiled weakly as he opened the
door to the main hall. Everyone was playing Rock Band.
Fernando watched Sergio walk over to where Iker was standing and whisper in his
ear. Iker patted his jeans pockets, realizing he had left his phone back at the
cabin. Sergio chuckled then handed Iker his phone then walked over to Pepe and
David Villa. Sergio Busquets was on vocals, Gerard on the drums, David Silva on
the bass, and Fernando Llorente played guitar.
Fernando stood in the doorway, not in the mood to be around everyone. He lost
his chance. He freaked out at what he wanted. Sergio kissed him. Sergio was
going to jerk him off but he panicked. The song ended and everyone switched out
instruments. Sergio took on the drums, Pepe the vocals, Álvaro the guitar, and
Raúl the bass. He decided to leave. When he walked outside he almost ran into
Iker who was on Sergio’s phone. Iker hadn’t noticed him, he was deep in
conversation with David.
“Raúl said Sergio said what?!” Iker asked into the phone. “David you aren’t
making any sense. -- No I am not alone! I am right outside the main hall, this
is Sergio’s phone --” Fernando walked away quickly, not wanting to be caught
eavesdropping or hear anything more about Sergio’s relationship with Raúl (and
Guti?!) or seemingly lack thereof as of tonight.
Fernando walked into his cabin to find it empty. Hadn’t Steven just said that
Xabi was in here reading? Fernando got ready for bed, not caring to look for
Xabi. After about ten minutes Xabi emerged from the bathroom with a towel
around his waist, he had been in the shower.
“Nando? When did you come back?” Xabi asked as he finished drying off and put a
pair of pajama bottoms on. Fernando was huddled under his covers, face buried.
“Just got back.” He mumbled. Xabi got in his bed and put his book on the floor.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, tired.” Fernando covered his head fully with his blankets. He wanted to
disappear.
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Fernando was nervous. He was practically shaking in anticipation. He told
Sergio he was ready, that this is what he wanted. Every time they touched,
kissed, jerked each other off... he had wanted more, he just didn’t know how to
ask for it.
Sergio knew what Fernando wanted by the way his body writhed underneath him
when they were making out, the way he moaned whenever Sergio touched him when
they were alone. His back arched in pleasure when Sergio took him into his
mouth, swirled his tongue around his head and sucked him off until he came.
Sergio knew what Fernando wanted by the way he looked at him, pupils blown and
chest heaving after giving Sergio head. Sergio knew Fernando wanted more when
he tugged on his hair, yanked it as if to say “god I fucking need you in me
right now but I can’t fucking say it”. It made Sergio hard just thinking about
Fernando’s reactions to what he did.
They started off slow at first, only quick blow jobs and make out sessions that
left their lips full and red. Fernando was paranoid they would be caught; there
was no 100% private place at camp. Somehow, Sergio was always able to kiss and
caress Nando into a stupor where he didn’t care if anyone walked in on them.
Once Sergio’s mouth was on him, all common sense and self preservation was out
the door.
It was the mid day break in training and it was hot. Everyone was at the lake
cooling off. Fernando had taken one of his “walks” and Sergio got away by
saying he was still hungry and wanted to sneak to get some food. Luckily,
everyone was still stuffed from lunch so no one followed him. They decided to
meet in Sergio’s cabin, where the only person that might walk in would be Xabi,
but that probably wouldn’t happen because he had brought his book out to the
lake where he was laying out with Álvaro and Raúl.
Sergio had taken the long way to the cabin because he had to make it look as if
he was actually going to the mess hall. When he arrived Fernando was sitting
indian style on his bed with his hands in his lap. Sergio walked up to him and
stroked his sunburnt cheek, dragged his finger along Fernando’s chin, then
pressed his thumb against Fernando’s lips. Fernando took Sergio’s thumb in his
mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Sergio’s head fell back and he let out
a low moan. Fernando dropped his feet to the floor and scooted to the edge of
the bed. He tugged Sergio closer to him, released his thumb from his mouth and
licked his lips.
Fernando slipped Sergio’s training shorts down, revealing Sergio’s hard on.
Fernando licked from base to tip in one long, slow movement before covering
Sergio’s cock with his mouth. Sergio pushed back, causing a confused look on
Fernando’s face when Sergio’s cock was taken out of his mouth. Sergio bent over
and captured Fernando’s lips in a kiss. Pushing Fernando back onto his bed,
Sergio crawled on top of him, grabbing Fernando through his shorts. Fernando
arched into Sergio’s grasp, gasping for a breath. Fernando’s pupils were blown
and he raked his fingers down Sergio’s back as his pants were disposed of.
Sergio kissed Fernando as he jacked him off, wanting to hear Fernando’s silent
pleas for more. When Sergio broke the kiss Fernando grunted, weaved his fingers
through Sergio’s hair, and pulled Sergio back towards him.
Sergio needed the words to come out of Fernando’s mouth, he wanted him to say
exactly what he wanted Sergio to do. Getting Fernando to talk about what they
were doing was like pulling teeth or getting a small child to eat broccoli.
Sergio let go of Fernando and leaned back on his heels, hunched over because of
the bunk bed. Fernando was laying on his back, naked and vulnerable. Sergio
knew that if he said one wrong word that Fernando would shut down and panic,
back out of what Sergio knew he wanted. There was fear already written on
Fernando’s face, his body language was saying that he was scared and yet his
actions told Sergio that he wanted to be fucked. There were so many mixed
signals. Sergio reached out and put his hands on Fernando’s ankles, spreading
his legs slowly to gauge his reaction. Fernando let him.
“Nando,” Sergio whispered, his voice hoarse. Fernando looked into his eyes with
so much lust that Sergio didn’t actually want to say anything, he just wanted
to be inside him.
Fernando knew by the way that Sergio backed away that this was it, this was the
moment that he couldn’t back away from. Sergio was looking at him as if he
wanted to devour him. He wasn’t sure he could talk right now, he was doing
everything he could to hold back from moaning every time Sergio touched him.
With Sergio’s hands still on his ankles, Fernando spread his legs wider, hoping
that that was enough of a sign for Sergio. It was. Sergio rushed towards him,
trapping him underneath him. Their erections rubbed against each other causing
Fernando to hiss and buck his hips, desperate for the touch.
Sergio bent over off the bed and got a small box out from underneath it.
Fernando watched him open it with wide eyes. He was panting, still grinding
wantonly against Sergio’s erection. Sergio sat back on his heels to open the
box, cutting off contact with Fernando for a moment. Fernando whimpered, making
Sergio grin. He pulled a tube of lube and a condom out of the box, placed them
on the bed, then returned the box to the floor. Sergio searched Fernando’s eyes
for another sign. Fernando leaned forward and met Sergio’s lips with his,
scooted forward and wrapped his legs around Sergio’s body. Sergio pushed him
back onto the bed and untangled himself, grabbed the lube and smeared some on
his fingers. With one hand he grabbed onto Fernando’s cock and stroked it while
with the other he circled a finger around Fernando’s tight virgin hole,
massaging it before he breached him.
Fernando jerked away from the touch, the pressure and chill surprising him.
Sergio began to withdraw but Fernando grabbed his wrist, forced him back in.
Fernando threw his head back into the pillow and panted audibly, biting his
bottom lip and gnawing on it. Sergio moaned at the sight of Fernando thrashing
around underneath him. Sergio added another finger, causing an entirely new
slew of sounds to come from the normally quiet and reserved striker. Sergio’s
cock ached with need as he fucked Fernando’s tight hole with his fingers,
stretching him out slowly.
Sergio drew back his fingers in order to add more lube before stretching him
with three fingers, Fernando instantly whimpering at the loss of contact and
pressure. He sat up with his elbows, watching Sergio apply more lube.
Fernando’s lips were red from gnawing on them. Sergio bent over and took
Fernando’s cock in his mouth, sloppily licked at him and sucked as he entered
him with three fingers. Fernando grabbed onto Sergio’s hair and pushed him down
farther, forcing him to take him down Sergio’s throat. Sergio’s fingers bent,
finding the spot that would set off fireworks. Fernando’s breath caught, unable
to breathe from the ecstasy he was feeling. Sergio twisted and pounded his
fingers into Fernando until when he drew back Fernando’s hole stayed open.
Sergio grabbed the condom, ripped it open and put it on. He grasped Fernando’s
legs and put them over his shoulders. Fernando was a rag doll, let him do
whatever he wanted, not knowing what to do himself. Fernando was already in a
pleasureful haze where he didn’t care what happened, he just wanted Sergio to
never stop touching him, wanted more contact more everything. Sergio lined
himself up with Fernando’s entrance, pushing the tip of his cock against his
tight hole.
Fernando’s body tensed, Sergio was barely in him and he already felt an
overwhelming amount of pressure and fullness. Sergio pushed in a little farther
in then out, in then out. Fernando concentrated on breathing. Every time Sergio
entered him, his breath caught, his muscles tensed. Sergio kissed his calf in
reassurance. Fernando groaned as Sergio pushed himself all the way in, filling
him completely. As Sergio began thrusting, Fernando put pressure on his legs,
bringing his ass up to meet Sergio thrust for thrust, moving against him. The
look on Fernando’s face was pure rapture as Sergio pounded against him.
Sergio switched position, moving both of Fernando’s legs to one side. He
reentered quickly, not wanting to slow down what they were doing. Fernando
moved with him as he picked up the momentum of his thrusts. Holding onto the
sheets for stability, Fernando let Sergio set the pace, let him do as he
wanted. Fernando loved the feel of Sergio in him, he never wanted anything this
badly. He blacked out from the revelry of coming from being fucked. Not long
after, Sergio followed.
They laid together for a short time, catching their breath, still silent. Words
would ruin what they had, they both knew it. After a couple of minutes, Sergio
got up and stretched, grabbing the clothes that were strewn across the floor.
“We need to shower, we smell like sex,” he stated. Fernando didn’t want to
move, he wanted Sergio to come back to him, he wanted to be fucked again.
Sergio went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. “Come on Nando, I will
scrub you so hard you will come again.” Fernando laughed and got up. A shower
with Sergio sounded amazing. His only worry was making it back to training in
time.
Chapter 3:
Pranks are not to be taken lightly at camp. Sure, they start off as simple fun
but more than likely things get out of hand very fast. Especially if said camp
is full of boys with no outlet other than football.
First, there was the toilet papering of one of the cabins. Iker and Sergio were
positive that the perpetrators were Pepe and David Villa; so positive, in fact,
that they stacked furniture up in front of their cabin’s door in such a way
that it was dubbed “furniture porn”. Pepe and David refused to take the blame
for the toilet paper, but were now at war with Iker and Sergio because of the
furniture porn (it had taken Pepe, David Villa, David Silva, Juan Mata,
Fernando Llorente, and Javi Martinez to push the door open). In retribution for
the papering, Raúl and Álvaro locked Puyol, Xavi, and Pedro in the bathroom
when they were showering. When they didn’t show up for training everyone
realized that no one could fit through the small windows in the showers. The
three boys were prunes the rest of the day.
Cesc always went to bed early and was a hard sleeper. One night when everyone
was at a fire pit, Sergio Busquets, Victor Valdes, Puyol, and Gerard put his
mattress out in the woods. The next morning everyone woke up to Cesc’s screams;
a raccoon had thought it would be a good idea to get under his covers. Luckily,
Cesc was a fast runner and got away unscathed.
The next night, when Cesc said he was going to bed at his usual time, he went
into the vacant cabin of the Barca boys. When everyone went to bed that night
no one could find their clothes. Cesc had strewn them all across the camp,
around the lake, in bushes and trees. Andrés never could find one of his pairs
of jeans and Gerard lost almost all of his socks.
Things got bad when Sergio’s iPod and iPod dock went missing. Del Bosque had to
sit everyone down before training and explain how unacceptable it was, and that
if they wanted to take football seriously, the pranks needed to end
immediately. Pepe was forced to give back the iPod and speakers in front of
everyone. That entire day of training consisted of trust exercises.
The first was the normal partnered trust falling. Del Bosque made sure that
everyone was paired with someone from another cabin. At first it was strained
from the week of pranks, but before long everyone was laughing and having a
good time.
The next exercise they did was a sort of scavenger hunt, but with each clue
someone on the team got an injury that had to be dealt with. Sergio Ramos,
Fernando, Cesc, and Gerard were on a team together. The first card they got
sent them to the docks, where they picked up a card that said someone had gone
temporarily blind. There was a blindfold with the card. They decided to give
the blindfold to Sergio. In order to walk around, Sergio held onto Fernando’s
shoulders for guidance. The next destination was the mess hall, where someone
lost a leg. Cesc had to hop the rest of the way, using Gerard as a crutch. Cesc
fell five times, Gerard laughing every single time and Sergio continuously
asking what was going on.
Before long, Fernando had tape over his mouth so he was unable to speak, Cesc
lost another leg and had to be carried by Gerard, and Gerard had lost his
hearing (ear plugs) and had to follow Fernando’s lead. Cesc held the cards; his
were the only hands that were free that could still see or speak. Fernando
stopped without warning and Sergio bumped into him, Gerard then bumped into
Sergio and he and Cesc fell over. It was harder than they originally thought to
get back up. Eventually Fernando pulled Sergio up first and stood him to the
side, then helped get Cesc back on Gerard’s back. After a few moments of
configuration they headed off to the finish line.
Once everyone was back they saw what the other groups did with the injuries. In
one group they gave all the injuries to Andrés who had no idea what had gone on
most of the exercise because he couldn’t see, hear, speak, or walk. Iker, Pepe,
and Sergio Busquets had taken turns carrying him.
David Villa lost a leg and was blindfolded, David Silva lost a leg and couldn’t
hear. Silva leaned against Álvaro who couldn’t talk and the group was led by
Raúl who was helping Villa walk.
By the end of the exercise Del Bosque thought everyone had learned something
about their team mates and had a good time doing it, which was the point. After
lunch they had their normal afternoon off and then they would have a regular
training session before dinner.
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Iker was the first to notice Xabi’s absence at almost every gathering. At lunch
he rarely talked and unlike Cesc, who at least hung out with everyone until he
went to bed, Xabi had taken to going straight to the cabin. It wasn’t like last
summer where some nights Xabi just didn’t hang out with everyone; this was
completely different and Iker didn’t know who to talk to about it. As far as he
could tell Xabi would still talk to Álvaro, or at least sit with him at meals;
and if he did happen to sit out at the lake, he sat with Alvaro. Even then it
didn’t look like he talked much.
Xabi had always been quiet, but it was in a thoughtful, “he chooses his words
before he speaks” sort of way, which was the exact opposite of how Álvaro
talked.
One evening Iker walked into the cabin to grab Sergio’s iPod and speakers to
find Álvaro and Xabi sitting on Xabi’s bed, Álvaro’s arms around Xabi
comforting him. Xabi was crying. Not a quiet “I don’t want to cry in front of
anyone” sort of cry but the sobbing, slightly hyperventilating sort. Iker froze
in the doorway, not sure what to do. When Xabi saw Iker enter he held back for
a moment before bursting into tears again from holding his breath. Xabi’s phone
was in his hand and he was curled around Álvaro’s arms. Iker walked into the
bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth, running hot water over it and bringing it
out to Xabi.
Xabi was always so calm, so collected and never really showed anger unless he
was playing football. Even then, anger was only taken out on another team when
someone was wrongly carded or one of his team mates were hurt. He never got
angry for himself, he never defended himself when he got a card, he just
shrugged it off. This was not that Xabi. This Xabi was broken, beaten down
emotionally. Whatever happened, whatever was wrong, had been eating away at him
for days if not weeks. Iker wasn’t sure if Xabi considered him a good enough
friend for him to be around to see him like this. Being captain could only go
so far when you weren’t on the field.
Xabi scooted down and laid his head in Álvaro’s lap. He looked so small curled
up on his bed and shivering from the turmoil he was putting his body through.
Álvaro took the wash cloth and patted Xabi’s face with it. Xabi was calming
down, he was now silent although his chest was still heaving.
“Should I go?” Iker finally asked. Álvaro looked at Xabi, not knowing what he
wanted. Xabi shook his head and closed his eyes.
“No-” Xabi took a long breath, trying to talk without gasping for breath.
“Iker, I am transferring schools. I am coming to Real.” Iker was stunned. Xabi
loved LFC. Xabi always talked about LFC, about everyone there. His captain,
Steven Gerrard, about all of his friends on the team....
“What, I don’t under-”
“I am too,” Álvaro said, flipping the washcloth to the other side. Iker’s jaw
dropped.
“I should have done it last year, when my parents moved.” Xabi’s lip quivered.
“I just couldn’t leave him. But I can’t handle it anymore.” Xabi broke down all
over again. He got up from his bed and walked into the bathroom and shut the
door. Álvaro sighed as he put the wash cloth on the ground.
“Just so you know, this is a long time coming,” he stated. “I... am not going
to say why, that is whatever Xabi decides. But all you need to know now is that
Jose Mourinho knows we are transferring.”
“The both of you? Did something happen?” Iker asked, he had so many questions
already. Álvaro sighed and looked at his hands. Iker knew he wouldn’t get
answers tonight. “Don’t, you don’t need to say anything. But I am glad you told
me. Now that Raúl graduated, I am captain at Real too.” Álvaro looked
surprised, he didn’t know Iker was the captain at Real as well.
“We didn’t know that, we only knew you were on the team.”
“Well, I don’t go around wearing my captain’s arm band when I am off the field
now do I?” Álvaro laughed and shook his head. There was a loud bang that came
from the bathroom and a shout. It sounded as if Xabi had kicked in one of the
bathroom stalls and was yelling.
“I wish we had alcohol,” Álvaro whispered. “He needs to go to sleep. He has
barely slept in days.”
“Why not ask Cesc for some of his sleeping pills?” Iker asked. Álvaro’s eyes
lit up. “How about I go take Sergio his iPod speakers, which is why I came in
here in the first place, and I will stop by Cesc’s cabin and ask him for a few?
I can even say they are for me.” Álvaro smiled.
“That would work well actually. I don’t think Xabi wants everyone to know,
especially not Pepe and Nando, not yet.” Iker nodded, understanding.
“I will be back.”
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Fernando was laying in his bed in his aunt and uncle’s house. He was back in
the same predicament that he was in last summer. He sighed as he closed his
eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The feelings he got when he was around
Sergio were so intense, so solid when he was by him. Everything was brighter,
better when Sergio was near him. It was when they were apart things were a
problem. Everything had been so empty when Nando left the camp the summer
before, he didn’t want to do anything. Before last summer he had had a
girlfriend, Olalla. When he got to camp he ended things, he said it was the
distance. When he got back to school they immediately got back together. It all
seemed so wrong, going from Olalla to Sergio then back to Olalla and now Sergio
again. Only this time when he and Sergio fucked Olalla was still his
girlfriend. He was dirt, no he was lower than dirt. He was scum! He hated
himself. He loved Olalla. He loved Sergio.
Fernando pounded his fist against the wall. He made a mess of things again. He
needed to actually talk to Sergio, not just attack him whenever they were
alone. Fernando groaned in frustration. Just thinking about being alone with
Sergio made his cock twitch. His phone buzzed, he got a text message. It was
from Stevie: “Are you busy mate?” Fernando smiled. He responded with “Since
when do you ask before calling?” Almost immediately his phone rang.
“Hey Stevie-” Steven sighed.
“Actually, I can’t do this right now.” He hung up. Fernando was confused. He
called Steven’s number back. It went to voice mail.
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Xabi was angry at himself for being weak, for reacting the way he had. It was
as if the floodgates had opened and all the emotions he had been holding back
for almost nine months decided to burst out of him in the form of tears. Not
just tears, but girly wailing tears that left him gasping for breath from dry
heaving. He had sat in the shower for thirty minutes, his body shaking from the
emotional turmoil. It was over, it was all for nothing. Xabi didn’t know how he
got into bed; he assumed Álvaro got him out of the shower and made him put
pajamas on, but he had no recollection of anything after sitting in the shower.
Training was easy; he was able to focus on the ball and his team mates and not
think about his life, where he had gone wrong, what had happened to lead up to
the break up. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have kept everything a secret but
at the time it had seemed like the only option. Iker and Álvaro were watching
him like hawks, gauging how he was doing from a distance. No one else knew
anything was wrong. Xabi was always good at masking how he was feeling, his
demeanor always the same. Iker and Álvaro broke through his facade and there
wasn’t anything he could do about it now.
After training, Del Bosque brought them into a huddle; he had an announcement
to make.
“Good news! We just got the camp’s fixtures in and we have some excellent games
planned for this summer. We are going to be playing Denmark, Portugal,
Argentina, and England’s FIFA camps.” Xabi blanched. England. Why England? His
hand went up to his mouth, holding it shut. He couldn’t control himself. He
backed out of the group, just barely in time before his stomach emptied itself
on the field. He felt tears welling up from the pain and the fact that he would
have to play against Steven. His mind immediately thought of getting injured so
he wouldn’t have to. He shook the thought from his mind, he loved football. He
wouldn’t hurt himself on purpose to get out of one game. Two pairs of arms were
around him, he hadn’t even realized he was on the ground. Álvaro and Iker
helped him to his feet, steadying him. Del Bosque came over and felt his
forehead.
“He’s burning up, take him to the infirmary then get back here to finish
training.” Iker and Alvaro nodded and began walking. Xabi’s feet collapsed from
underneath him and he threw up again. He thrashed his arms so that they would
drop him, let him go to the ground. He grabbed at the grass, pulling pieces up
from the ground in frustration. Why was his body betraying him like this? He
wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep forever.
Iker forced Xabi to stand, brushed the grass away from him and looked to Álvaro
for help. It looked as if Álvaro’s heart was breaking for Xabi. Iker wished he
knew exactly what was going on, what had happened. He didn’t like being in the
dark and yet being part of a secret at the same time. It felt as if he was
between two words entirely. By the time they were halfway to the infirmary Xabi
was walking on his own. The silence was deafening. He looked pale and tired.
When Iker came back the night before with the pills from Cesc, Álvaro needed
help getting Xabi out of the shower and dressed because he was being
unresponsive to Álvaro’s attempts at talking to him and had been in the shower
for almost an hour. This was not healthy, whatever was happening... Xabi needed
to talk about it, Iker knew that much. He wondered exactly how much Álvaro
knew, since he was transferring schools as well.
“I don’t want to go to the doctors, I’m not sick,” Xabi whispered, stopping in
the middle of the trail. “I’m OK now, I just want to train.” Iker raised his
eyebrows.
“I think you should take the afternoon off, and as captain I think you should
listen.” Iker pulled his captain card, something he rarely did when they
weren’t playing football. Xabi stared at Iker, weighing how serious he was.
Finally, he nodded and they continued on their way. When they got into the
infirmary and they got Xabi into a bed he collapsed and closed his eyes. Álvaro
didn’t want to leave him but Iker reminded the defender that Del Bosque
expected them back.
“Iker, could you do me a favor?” Xabi asked, opening his eyes. Iker nodded.
“Bring me my phone?” Iker looked at Álvaro and sighed, knowing that Xabi and
Álvaro were going to talk about what just happened without him being there. He
nodded and left, heading towards the locker rooms. He knew Xabi left his locker
unlocked, most of them did.
As Iker walked back, Xabi’s phone buzzed. It was a text message. Against his
better judgement, he looked at it. It was from Steven Gerrard: “Got news we are
going to be playing against each other. We need to talk.” Iker’s mind was going
a thousand miles per hour. His mind flashed to last night when Xabi said ‘I
just couldn’t leave him.’ and it dawned on him, Xabi and Steven... something
must have happened. It didn’t matter that no one at camp knew Xabi had a
boyfriend; it didn’t bother Iker except for the fact that it reminded him of
David. But move schools? And why would Álvaro leave as well? It didn’t add up.
Iker walked back into the infirmary and Álvaro was sitting on the bed next to
Xabi’s, Xabi’s back was turned away from him.
“Xabi, you got a message.” Iker walked over and handed him his phone, hoping he
wouldn’t notice the invasion of privacy. If he did, he didn’t mention it. He
took a look at the message and deleted it. Álvaro and Iker left him curled in a
ball.
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CHAPTER FOUR: LFC Between 1st and 2nd Summer
WARNING TO YOU GUYS: I am nervous about posting this chapter.
They always waited until the rest of the team was gone from the locker rooms
after practice, always making sure no one else was around. Sometimes it was
hard since Pepe and Fernando took forever in the showers, but they found ways
to dawdle. Xabi sat on the bleachers after his shower and did homework while
Stevie always talked to everyone after practice. When the coast was clear
Steven would text Xabi and they would meet up either by the bleachers or in the
locker rooms.
This instance it was the locker rooms. Steven had texted Xabi and went into one
of the showers to wait for him. While he waited he slowly jacked off, wanting
to be hard for Xabi when he arrived. It didn’t take much, just a few thoughts
about Xabi bent over in front of him, his ass spread and ready to be fucked.
The spray from the shower beat against his back, bringing him into a euphoric
haze as he beat himself off. Before he knew it, Xabi walked into the shower
stall, watching Steven masturbate. Xabi licked his lips, went to his knees and
swatted Stevie’s hand away from his cock. Stevie looked down at Xabi as he took
him into his mouth and grinned. Xabi’s mouth was a shrine, every movement of
his tongue and bob of his head was rapture. Stevie didn’t know how he did it,
how his mouth was magic.
Steven grabbed Xabi’s hair and made Xabi look him in the eyes as he sucked on
his head. Xabi opened his mouth wide and choked himself on Steven’s cock,
wanting Steven to fuck his mouth. Steven groaned as he tightened his grip on
Xabi’s hair and thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock all the way
down Xabi’s throat. The noise Xabi was making was enough to make Steven come so
he released his hold on Xabi’s head. Xabi gasped for breath, grabbed Steven
cock and pumped it repeatedly. Steven grabbed onto Xabi’s elbow, wanting him to
stand up.
When he got to his feet, Steven captured Xabi’s lips in a kiss while
simultaneously grabbing his cock and pressing it against his own. He put his
hand over Xabi’s and they both jacked themselves off together, the friction
between their fingers and two cocks bringing them into their climaxes within a
couple of strokes. Xabi leaned his head on Steven’s shoulder, the water beat
against them rhythmically.
Steven turned the shower off and they got dressed. As they walked out of the
locker rooms they noticed that the coach’s office light was still on.
“Stevie, do you think- ?” Xabi stopped in the middle of his question because
Coach Cobb walked into their view. Xabi immediately took half a step away from
Steven, they had been practically leaning on each other. Cobb smiled at them as
they walked.
“Have a good evening boys, don’t get into too much trouble.”
“Yes Sir.” Steven said as they walked passed him to the doors. Xabi turned his
head towards his coach, who winked at him. Xabi thought that was odd but he
dismissed it.
The next day at school Xabi was called out of his History class with a note
from Coach Cobb asking to see him in his office. With the note in hand, Xabi
made his way towards the gym, through the locker rooms, and into his small
office that barely had room for his desk.
“You asked to see me, Sir?” Xabi was standing in the door way. Coach Cobb was
standing by the window smoking with the window open to let the smoke out.
“Yeah Alonso, why don’t you take a seat.” The coach motioned to his chair as he
took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled it out the window. Xabi did as
he was told. The coach put the cigarette out and leaned on his desk not far
from the chair that Xabi was sitting in. Xabi thought t was a bit too close for
comfort but he brushed it aside since the office was so small.
“So Alonso, how long have you been sucking your captain’s cock?” Xabi blanched,
his jaw dropped. He didn’t know how to respond to what had just been said. The
coach grinned, inching towards him. “You should see your face right now. I
gather it has been a while. Well, since you aren’t in the mood for talking I
suppose I will. How’s about you and that amazing mouth of yours make my day
like you made Gerrard’s yesterday?” Xabi bit his lip. This was his coach, his
mentor in school asking him for a blow job. Xabi could feel himself blushing
even though he didn’t want to. Coach Cobb wouldn’t look away from him, wouldn’t
break eye contact.
“Sir, I don’t think-” Xabi was cut off by Coach Cobb grabbing a hold of the
chair and rolling it over to him. Xabi grasped at the arms of the chair, his
knuckles white.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice Xabier. Do you like being on the
team?” Xabi nodded. “Do you think Steven likes being on the team?” Again, he
nodded. “How about captain?” Xabi gulped and looked at his hands. He shut his
eyes, drowning out all thought. “Xabi look at me.” Xabi opened his eyes, the
coach’s gaze bore into him. He was so close now, his legs straddled the chair.
He was trapped.
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Xabi took his time in the bathroom before heading back to class. He splashed
cold water on his face repeatedly, then gripped the sink as he stared at
himself in the mirror. He was disappointed in himself. He thought he was going
to be sick, the way Coach Cobb conned him into sucking his dick. He reached
into his back pack and took out a piece of gum, hoping his breath didn’t smell
of cock. His soul hurt. He couldn’t tell Steven what had just happened. What he
just did, it made him sick. Not only had he given his coach a blow job, but
Coach Cobb had told him that if he told anyone he would tell his parents about
him and Steven.
Xabi’s parents had moved to Madrid the previous year while he was at camp.
Luckily his friends came to his rescue and offered up the spare beds at their
houses so he wouldn’t have to transfer schools and leave them. Xabi switched
off and on staying at Pepe’s and Alvaro’s houses. He was forever grateful to
their families for letting him into their households. If his parents found out
he would be disowned, or worse, forced to move back home.
He felt dirty, used. He wanted to take a shower. He thought about the locker
rooms, his duffel bag had extra clothes. The thought of going back to the
locker rooms made him gag. He had practice this afternoon. How would he be able
to look Coach Cobb in the face, how could he concentrate on training with
memories of what just happened flooding his mind whenever he shut his eyes.
Xabi tried to think of Steven. How much Steven loved his mouth, the same mouth
that just choked on another man’s cock. He couldn’t stop thinking about it,
couldn’t push it away.
The bell rang signifying the end of the period. Xabi didn’t have a reason to
not be in his next class, Biology. Steven was going to be in that class, as was
fellow team mates Martin Skrtel and Daniel Agger. Sighing, Xabi looked in the
mirror one last time before grabbing his bag and walking out of the bathroom,
wiping all emotions from his face.
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Fernando joined his team mates at lunch. It was a warm day so they sat in the
courtyard in a half-assed circle. Pepe was in the middle of telling an
elaborate joke that was too intricate for Fernando to pay much attention.
Martin and Daniel were all ears, waiting for the punch line. Xabi was picking
silently at his food, which was normal, as Steven and Jamie Carragher carried
on their own conversation. Along with his team mates, his girlfriend Olalla and
Jamie’s girlfriend Nicola joined them. Fernando’s phone buzzed as it received a
text, it was from Sergio. Fernando deleted it without reading it, as he always
did. Olalla looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back.
School had been back for two months and he and Olalla had been back together
since the day he got back from camp. It was as if his life at camp had been a
dream, an alternate reality. He wasn’t the same person at LFC than he was at
FIFA. It wasn’t that he wanted to string Sergio along, it wasn’t that he didn’t
like the Real defender. It was more the fact that here he had Olalla and why
deny her when Sergio was what seemed like half a world away. Long distance was
not an option. Should he have nine months of happiness or just three short
ones?
Pepe finally reached the climax of his elaborate joke, Martin and Daniel burst
into laughter and pat Pepe on the back as they returned to their sandwiches.
Xabi stood up and gathered his garbage and belongings.
“I have some research to do before the bell rings.” Everyone said a short
farewell as Xabi waved bye over his shoulder as he through his garbage away and
walked towards the library. Steven stood up as well.
“I need to go find my Lit professor, apparently my last paper deserves a
private meeting.” Every whistled low, a few of them made smart ass remarks
about how hard Steven had worked on his last paper as he left.
Steven met Xabi behind the library. Steven loosened his tie as he approached
Xabi who was leaning against the brick wall, hands in his pockets. Steven
cupped Xabi’s face with his hands as he kissed him. Xabi’s tongue darted into
his mouth and he moaned, grasping at Steven’s shirt as he deepened the kiss. It
had been days since they had been alone together. Xabi only stayed late after
practices when he was staying at Pepe’s house, since Pepe had work after
practice. Xabi would “stay in the library and do homework” on those nights and
eat at Steven’s house before heading to the Reina household for the night.
Steven untucked Xabi’s shirt and began to undo his belt. Xabi broke the kiss in
order to move his mouth to Steven’s neck as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing
Steven’s collarbone. Dragging his teeth down his neck and across his collarbone
Xabi lapped at the area with his tongue, marking it. Steven reached into Xabi’s
pants, exposing his hardening dick. Xabi needed this, needed Steven’s touch. He
yearned to burn the images of this week out of his memory, he wanted Steven to
fill his mind with pleasure and comfort.
Steven had sensed that something was wrong with Xabi the last couple of days.
He had been quiet, not joining in the normal banter in practice. Everything
else had seemed normal, his training was superb as per usual and Xabi never
fell behind on his school work. Steven figured he missed his family, his
siblings. Steven pinned Xabi against the wall, putting his leg between the
other boy’s. Xabi’s breathing became shallow as Steven jacked him off. Xabi
leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and bit his bottom lip to
keep from moaning too loudly. Steven brought his lips to Xabi’s neck and sucked
until it left a mark just below the collar line as his hand picked up the pace.
Xabi’s hips thrust up into Steven’s hand, forcing Steven to put more pressure
on his erection. Xabi wanted Steven, he needed him. He opened his eyes and saw
Steven staring at him, mouth open slightly. A feeling of safety washed over
him.
“Stevie, do we have time? I need you to fuck me, now.” Xabi asked. Steven
released Xabi’s cock and looked at his watch and nodded.
“Yes, fuck yes.” Steven’s voice was gravely and strained. He quickly dropped
his trousers as Xabi turned around, facing the wall, with his hands up for
balance. Steven got a condom out of his bag and put it on as fast as possible.
He wet his fingers in his mouth before breaching Xabi, one digit at a time,
working him open until he was ready for him. When he was stretched enough
Steven aligned himself and thrust into Xabi, causing a yelp. Steven gritted his
teeth as he pushed further into him. Removing his hands from the wall, Xabi
grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading himself wide for Steven. Groaning, Steven
began thrusting his hips, pushing Xabi harder into the wall. He moved quick,
leaning his head on Xabi’s shoulder as he fucked him hard. It didn’t take long
for them to come, in fact, it took longer for them to right themselves before
they had to go to class. They stopped in separate bathrooms to straighten their
ties and hair, making themselves look presentable for the afternoon.
Xabi needed to change shirts, his was covered in dirt from the wall. His heart
beat fast, realizing that he had to go to the locker room alone. The first bell
hadn’t rung yet, he had time if he rushed. He only hoped that he wouldn’t run
into the coach while he was alone. He had been avoiding being alone, especially
after practice.
The locker room was empty. Xabi sighed with relief as he opened his locker, got
out a clean shirt and shoved the dirty one in his bag. The door opened and Xabi
turned around, his shirt halfway on. Coach Cobb was standing at the entrance of
his office, smiling at him. Xabi’s heart sank. The coach walked over to him,
looking him up and down as he came closer. Xabi gulped as the older man reached
out and touched the mark that Steven left on his neck.
“Fucking during school, eh Xabier?” Xabi backed into the locker as Coach Cobb
stepped forward, placing a hand on locker and leaned in to whisper in Xabi’s
ear. “You smell as if you’ve just been fucked.” Goosebumps formed all over
Xabi’s body. He attempted to button his shirt. Cobb smacked his hands away. “I
don’t think so.” He grabbed Xabi’s hair, making him hiss in pain. “Get your ass
in my office, now.” Xabi choked out a sob as Cobb released him by practically
throwing him towards his office.
As the coach shut and locked the door, the bell rang.
Coach Cobb closed the blinds to his small office, then shutting the window.
Xabi was trembling slightly, not knowing what to do he backed into the corner
of the tight space.
“Don’t act like a coy virgin Alonso, I know you are quite the opposite. Get
that pretty little ass over here and take your clothes off.” Cobb took off his
belt, held it in his hands and snapped it, causing a loud crack. Xabi jumped at
the noise and removed his shirt. His lip quivered as he removed his pants, but
left his boxers on. He didn’t want this to happen, there had to be a way out of
this. His future, Steven’s future was on the line. Steven needed his position
on the team, this school’s reputation for turning out fantastic players for
college level and for professional level was well known and Steven couldn’t
afford to go to a school farther away. His coach’s erection was out, his cock
was bigger than Steven’s, wider.
“Please. Don’t.” Was all Xabi could muster to say. He was shaking his head as
Coach Cobb pointed at his desk.
“Hands on the desk, Xabier.” Xabi bit his lip as he slowly walked over to the
desk. The second bell rang, Xabi definitely wouldn’t be making it to Calculus.
Coach Cobb removed Xabi’s boxers, pushing down his thighs. With one leg the
coach forced Xabi’s legs apart. “On second thought.” The coach began to say,
but opted to use his actions instead of his words. He grabbed Xabi’s hair and
pushed him all the way onto the desk. Xabi’s cheek was pressed into the desk.
The coach grabbed his arms and brought them around his back, Xabi held one of
his hands by the wrist.
Without warning, Coach Cobb entered him. Xabi gasped at the intrusion. The
pressure was intense, he felt overwhelmed by how big the coach was. “Oh you are
just perfection, Alonso. How often does he fuck you? You are tight.” Coach Cobb
thrust into him violently. Xabi didn’t want to cry out, he didn’t want to make
any noises. “God your ass, your mouth. No wonder Gerrard wanted you.” Xabi’s
eyes weld up as Cobb said Stevie’s name. The coach changed angles, brushing up
against Xabi’s G spot causing an involuntary moan to escape. The coach smiled.
“You fucking like it, you fucking slut.” He rammed into him harder, inching the
desk forward. Xabi shut his eyes, tried to imagine that it was Stevie who was
fucking him. He immediately stopped that thought process. He didn’t want to
think it was Stevie that was doing this to him. Sure, he and Stevie tended to
be rough, but this wasn’t the same sort of roughness. This was pure gruff,
cruel rape. Coach Cobb grunted as he came hard then withdrew from Xabi. He
hadn’t used a condom.
Cobb put his trousers back on and walked out of his office, checking to see if
anyone was in the locker rooms. Just as he did so, Alvaro Arbeloa walked in.
Coach Cobb shut the door too his office and grinned at him.
“Arbeloa, skipping class?”
“No sir, I have gym this period. Just getting my shorts.” Coach Cobb nodded as
he watched Alvaro make his way to his locker.
“Bit late for class then? Thought I heard the bell.” Alvaro nodded as he shut
his locker and began walking back.
‘Yes Sir, I had a doctor’s appointment and missed lunch and the beginning of
class. Do you need to see my note?” Alvaro brought the note out of his pocket
and handed it to his coach. Xabi moved in the office and Alvaro heard a noise,
his attention moved to the closed door. Coach Cobb cleared his throat.
“Alright then, hurry along.” Alvaro nodded and left the locker room. Coach Cobb
reentered the office to see that Xabi was redressing. “What was that? Making
noise? I aught to smack you. Don’t ever fucking make noise again while someone
is outside.” Coach Cobb slammed his fist onto the desk, Xabi jumped. “Get out
there and wash off. Don’t get your hair wet, it will be suspicious.” Xabi
nodded as he grabbed his clothes and rushed out into the locker rooms. He took
the quickest shower of his life and got dressed. As he left the locker room
Coach Cobb handed him a note explaining his tardiness. Xabi averted his gaze as
he grabbed the note. Coach Cobb grabbed his wrist, forcing Xabi to look at him.
“You tell anyone, your ass will be ripped in two.” Coach Cobb released his grip
on Xabi’s wrist and let me walk out.
When Xabi got to class his face was blank, completely wiped of all emotion. He
couldn’t concentrate and for the first time ever, he didn’t take a single note.
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After three months of of silence, Xabi was glad that it was the Christmas
holidays. In two days time he would be on a plane to Madrid to spend the
vacation with his family. He wanted to spend time with Steven before he went,
but he was spending the night at Alvaro’s for the next two nights and that
usually meant he wouldn’t see Steven.
Xabi walked down the hallway towards his last class of the semester and Daniel
Agger was walking with him since they had Lit together. Xabi was relieved that
there was no practice that afternoon. The endless barrage of torment from the
coach was crippling. The worst part was hiding it from Steven. For days after
Cobb had his way with him Xabi had to either not let Steven near his ass by
saying that he wanted to do the fucking, giving Stevie just a blow job (which
Steven loved), or he avoided intimacy all together which wasn’t uncommon
because of how difficult it was to be alone.
He was getting better at avoiding the coach. Sure, he could send a note in
during any class, asking to see him, but if he did that he had to remember
which period Xabi got him out of so that it wouldn’t bring attention to him.
Xabi and Daniel turned a corner and there he was, talking to Mrs. McCready the
Lit professor. Xabi stopped dead in his tracks. Daniel stopped and looked at
Xabi, putting his arm around his shoulder.
“Xabi, what’s wrong?” Xabi shook his head and changed his facial expression to
a smile.
“Oh sorry, I just spaced out. It’s nothing.” Daniel nodded at him, not quite
accepting what he said. The two of them started walking to their class. Xabi
wanted a way out, he wanted to stop walking and run the other way. He wondered
if Cobb had spotted him yet. “Danny, I have to stop at the restroom. I will see
out in there.” Xabi cut off in the opposite direction, leaving Daniel in the
middle of the hallway.
Xabi went into a stall and locked the door. He hung his backpack on the hanger
then squatted on the toilet, his feet resting on the seat. He wrapped his arms
around his legs for support and sat in silence, waiting for the second bell to
ring. He would just go to class late, he had never been tardy for Lit before.
He was sure his grade wouldn’t be in jeopardy for one tardy. His heart beat
fast as he waited for the bell. Finally, it rang. He sighed, sure that he had
evaded Cobb.
Xabi hopped down from the toilet, grabbed his bag, and exited the bathroom. As
soon as he did, he ran into a body. Hands grabbed his arm, gripping him tight.
Xabi knew who it was.
“Agger told me you hopped off to the loo. Thought I would meet you here.” Xabi
tried to yank his arm away. Cobb added pressure. Xabi looked down the hall, it
was empty. No one would save him. “Thought you would get away without giving me
a Christmas present?” Xabi was pushed down the hall, made to walk in front of
the coach. “If you aren’t in my office in five minutes, you’ll regret it.”
Coach Cobb put a note in Xabi’s hand then headed another way. The note was from
Mrs. McCready excusing him from class. Xabi crumpled the note as he walked
slowly, taking the longest possible route to the locker rooms. To his hell.
When he arrived at Coach Cobb’s office he was surprised to see that he wasn’t
alone. Alvaro Arbeloa was in his office talking to him. Xabi stopped just
outside, where he wouldn’t be seen.
“I am telling you, Arbeloa you don’t know what you are talking about.” Cobb’s
voice was stern, restrained. “But if you go around telling people what you
thought you saw, I don’t see a reason to keep you on this team.” Xabi’s heart
was in his throat. What had Alvaro seen?
“Sir, I don’t think that is-”
“Arbeloa if you spread one word of any of this you will regret it. Do I make
myself clear?” Alvaro must of nodded because next thing Xabi knew, he came face
to face with him. Alvaro looked emotionally drained. When he saw Xabi he gasped
then left without saying a word. Xabi would talk to him later that night, for
now he had to work on keeping his emotions locked away in a deep recess of his
mind, where Cobb could never reach him.
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Fernando had plans to take Olalla to the movies and to a nice restaurant. He
was getting ready when his phone rang, it was Iker. Fernando’s brow furrowed.
Why would Iker call him?
“Hello?” Fernando asked into the receiver.
“You are being a complete dick. You know that?” Iker’s voice was quiet,
restrained. Fernando didn’t know what to say.
“What do you want me to say, Iker?” Fernando sighed. It had been four months
since he last talked to Sergio. He knew this was the reason Iker was calling.
“You should stop fucking with him.”
“I’m not fucking with him. He is doing it to himself.”
“I can’t believe you. Selfish--” there was a noise in the background and what
sounded like a scuffle.
“Fernando, this is Raul Gonzales.” Fernando’s breath caught in his throat. “If
you don’t want him anymore, you need to fucking tell him. Do us all a favor and
don’t string him along.” Raul hung up before Fernando had time to respond. He
dropped his phone onto his bed then he followed. He was being an asshole. He
didn’t think about what cutting off all contact to Sergio would do to him. He
only knew that he would go insane if he wasn’t able to be around him, to be
able to touch him on a daily basis. He thought it would be better if he just
stopped. Sergio hadn’t texted him in months, he stopped calling long before
that. Fernando figured he had moved on, had gone back to Raul and Guti.
Obviously he had been wrong.
 
Chapter 5: REAL
Sergio had been back for four days before he called Raul. What he needed was
Fernando, but he hadn’t called, hadn’t answered his phone and wouldn’t text
Sergio back. Sergio felt trapped, like he couldn’t breathe. He had gone out
with a couple of friends to a club and had a good time but it wasn’t the same,
he just wanted to be with Fernando. When he had gotten back from the club he
dialed Raul’s number. It only rang once before Raul picked up.
“Sergio.” Raul’s voice was warm, inviting. He sounded as if he knew Sergio
would call and had been waiting.
“Can I come over?” Sergio put Raul on speaker phone and placed the phone on his
dresser as he changed shirts and reapplied deodorant. Raul chuckled.
“I am sure Guti would love that.” Sergio could tell that Raul cradled the phone
on his shoulder. “Guti, Sergio wants to join us-- Yeah Serg, come over to
Guti’s. We’ll be in the basement.” Sergio hung up and grabbed his car keys.
Before leaving his room he checked his mirror, he didn’t really like the person
he saw.
He waved hello to Guti’s parents before heading down to the the basement where
Raul and Guti were already hot and heavy. Sergio smiled as he walked over to
them. They broke apart and pulled him into their laps.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, gypsy.” Guti said as he began unbuttoning
Sergio’s shirt. Raul pulled out the rubber band that was holding Sergio’s hair
in a ponytail and ran his fingers through the strands. After removing his
shirt, Guti began sucking on Sergio’s neck. Sergio reached down and grabbed
onto the blonde’s erection, slowly stroking it. Sergio could feel Guti smile as
he marked his neck. Raul watched Sergio and Guti for a moment before working on
the fact that Sergio still had his jeans on. He got off the couch and kneeled
between Sergio’s legs, unzipping the pants and exposing Sergio’s hardening
dick. He hummed as he took the younger boy into his mouth. Sergio’s head leaned
back as a moan escaped his mouth. Guti captured his mouth in a wet kiss as he
ran his fingers through Sergio’s hair, lightly pulling on it as Sergio twisted
his wrist and applied pressure to the head of Guti’s dick.
Raul swallowed Sergio all the way down to his hilt and stayed for a second,
reveling in the fact that Sergio had come back to him, come back to he and Guti
just like they knew he would. When Raul with drew he licked his lips and leaned
towards the end table, grabbing the lube off of it. He applied an ample amount
to his fingers and looked at Sergio.
“You’re going to need to strip down the rest of the way, babe.” Sergio and Guti
broke apart just long enough for Sergio to get his pants from around his
ankles. Raul placed Sergio on the edge of the couch, so he could spread him
wide. Guti stood up and watched for a moment as Raul’s finger entered Sergio,
causing him to hiss. “Oh you are fucking tight.” Sergio nodded as he rocked his
hips against Raul’s finger. Guti stood on the couch, putting one leg up on the
back for support. Sergio took Guti in his mouth and began bobbing his head,
sucking him into oblivion. Guti held onto Sergio’s hair, controlling the speed
and depth of his movements.
Raul added another finger and took Sergio back into his mouth as he fucked him
with his digits. Sergio squirmed, rocking his hips in a circular motion,
wanting more. Raul hummed in pleasure, he had missed how hungry Sergio was to
be fucked, how much he loved cock. Guti put pressure to the back of Sergio’s
head, causing Sergio to take Guti all the way into his mouth and down his
throat. Guti held him there for a few seconds and released his hold. The sound
Sergio made as he gasped for air was exquisite. Sergio held his mouth open,
tongue out slightly for more. Guti obliged and took the opportunity to fuck his
mouth thoroughly, enjoying every lewd sound that escaped Sergio’s mouth as he
did so.
Raul retracted his fingers from Sergio then smacked Guti on the ass, letting
him know Sergio was ready. Guti got down from the couch and stood on the floor.
Raul and Guti looked at Sergio and smiled.
“You look absolutely ravished, gypsy.” Guti said as he grabbed Sergio’s chin.
“Look at his mouth. Absolutely fucking hot.” Guti kissed Sergio for a moment
before sitting next to him. “I want you to fuck me, Sergio.” Sergio smiled.
Guti laid down with his back on the couch and his legs around Sergio’s hips.
Raul handed Sergio a condom, while he also put one on. Sergio had no problem
entering Guti, he slipped in easily and began thrusting his hips back and
forth. Guti rocked into him, his mouth marking his neck and chest with bruising
kisses. Raul slowed Sergio down by bearing weight on his hips, aligning himself
up to Sergio as he fucked Guti. Raul slid the tip of his cock in and waited for
Sergio to begin moving. Sergio backed into Raul, pushing him in further then
rocked forward into Guti. Raul reached over and smacked Guti on the ass, the
loud crack was stifled by the groans of Sergio and Guti. The three of them
moved in unison, fucking each other into a carnal euphoria. Raul put his arms
around Sergio’s chest, bringing his back against his chest. Guti broke contact
with Sergio, turned around and took the condom off. As Raul fucked Sergio Guti
took him into his mouth so that he could swallow him as he came. Sergio was in
a sensory overload, everything was a blur and all he felt was pure bliss. It
created a high so intense that his legs felt like jelly and when he came it was
the best feeling in the world. When Raul exited him he laid on the couch in a
stupor and watched the other two boys jack each other off until they came.
When Sergio woke up he had a blanket around him. The TV was on and the other
two boys were making out. Sergio smiled, they were insatiable. Surprisingly,
they had jeans on. Sergio stretched his legs out, nudging Raul in the thigh.
Raul ended the kiss with Guti to crawl over and straddle Sergio’s lap.
“Did we wear you out?” Raul asked as he nipped at Sergio’s jawline, raking his
fingers through his hair. Raul’s thumb grazed across Sergio’s lips, Sergio took
the thumb in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Raul bit his bottom
lip and moaned as he looked over at Guti. “He wants more, you ready for an
encore?” Raul grinned as Guti made his way to their side of the couch, nodding
his head.
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Sergio found that the easiest thing to do when he thought about Fernando was
find Raul or Guti. He used seduction and sex as an outlet to push back his
feelings of abandonment by Fernando. He still attempted to call, to text... but
never to any avail. There seemed to be a silent pact between Raul and Guti,
that if Sergio wanted in, he was in. There was no real relationship, just as it
had always been between them. The relationship was Raul and Guti, Sergio was
the fervid toy who they loved to play with. Last year he hadn’t joined them as
often as he was now. He was desperate for attention, for affection. They didn’t
provide him with an emotional attachment but with a crude substitute full of
lust and libidinous escapades.
He knew that he wasn’t dealing with the situation in the correct way but he
frankly didn’t care, he just wanted to feel good. He wanted to have his brains
fucked out by someone who wanted him. To almost everyone, he seemed to be
himself. He still partied with everyone on the weekends and still trained as if
it was his life. If anything, he had become even more affectionate towards
everyone than he was before. Always hugging, patting, massaging his friends and
team mates. Only Iker realized that he was doing it more than normal. Sergio
could tell every time that he touched Iker that he knew, that he could feel
Sergio’s pain. Sergio still smiled, masking how empty he felt inside, how
hollow. Iker never said anything though, he had David. Sergio was jealous of
Iker and David’s relationship. It was out in the open, everyone knew just like
how they knew about Raul and Guti. Sergio never had that luxury, he always had
to be the one sneaking around.
He never begrudged the others for their relationships, he just wished he was
able to have what they did. He tried to fill that gap in his life, but it
wasn’t working.
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Iker watched David drying off after a quick shower out of the corner of his
eye. His jaw clenched as he fought back the tears that were threatening to
escape. This couldn't be happening. The year has barely started, they have only
played three games so far. This was like a slap in the face. David had accepted
a scholarship for the prestigious Galaxy Football Academy in the US, and he
would be leaving ASAP. David refused to acknowledge Iker’s presence in the
locker room and Iker knew why. If David so much as looked at Iker they would
both breakdown in front of everyone. There was a stark difference in the aura
surrounding the changing rooms now when compared to how it had been a mere two
hours ago. Before practice it was rowdy, boisterous, and full of boys who had
no idea about the blow that was stirring in the background, about to bring them
to the ground. Everyone was changing and showering in silence, even Sergio
didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t even bother to put on music, which he
always did.
Iker stripped off his clothes and entered a free shower. As soon the water hit
his face he let the tears fall, free from the judging eyes of his team mates.
The hot water caused his face and shoulders to turn red, shielding the fact
that his tears normally brought this same effect out in him. He soaped up and
was rinsing off when he looked over at David again. Raul and Guti were talking
to him, hugging him and rustling his hair. Iker slowly closed his eyes and
concentrated on controlling his breathing. He tilted his head back, reveling in
the feel of the hot water hitting his face as it washed the tears away. When he
turned the water off and grabbed a towel, he jumped slightly when saw that
Sergio was standing, watching him.
“Jesus, Nene, you scared the shit out of me.” He said laughing lightly,
clapping Sergio on the back as he walked passed him to his open locker. Sergio
rolled his eyes as he turned to follow Iker.
“Don’t act like shit isn’t bothering you, Iker. I know it is.” Sergio said as
he leaned against the locker next to Iker’s, as he watched his friend change.
Iker looked at Sergio with his infamous death glare as he slipped his boxers
and jeans on. Sergio made a face that screamed “don’t you try to hide shit from
me, it won’t work” which caused Iker to roll his eyes. As Iker sat down to put
his socks on, Sergio absentmindedly checked his phone and sighed as he put it
back in his pocket then folded his arms. Iker glanced back to David’s locker.
David was slowly shoving all his things into his duffel bag. Sergio watched
Iker’s gaze on the blonde. Iker looked lost and defeated. There was nothing
that could be done. Everything was over. Sergio pushed himself away from the
lockers, rubbed the back of Iker’s neck for a few seconds, then kissed his
cheek before he picked his duffel bag up and walked out of the locker room.
Iker sighed as he looked around. Somehow, he and David were the only two left.
He slipped his shoes on, grabbed his bag and shirt then walked over to David.
David closed his locker then zipped his bag up, finally turning to look at
Iker.
David reached out and touched one hand on Iker’s cheek. Iker closed his eyes
and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he saw a tear fall. In a split
second Iker pushed David against the locker, trapping him in a kiss. David’s
hand slid up to Iker’s hair and tugged on it causing Iker to moan into David’s
mouth as they fought over dominance of the kiss. Iker’s hands roamed quickly
over David’s body, not able to decide where to stop. He didn’t want to let
David go, didn’t want him to leave, couldn’t bare the thought that tomorrow he
wouldn’t be at school and would never be there again. David’s other hand undid
Iker’s belt and unzipped his pants. Iker bit David’s lower lip as he lifted the
blonde’s shirt. They both groaned with the lack of contact as the shirt was
thrown to the floor. David dropped to his knees while he took stroked Iker’s
already hard cock twice before licking up its length and putting it in his
mouth. Iker tilted his head back and bit back a moan that was trying to escape.
He slammed a hand against the locker in order to lean on it while putting the
other fist in his mouth as David began to bob his head up and down in a rhythm
he knew would drive Iker crazy. David reached into his pocket and withdrew a
small tube of lube. As he twirled his tongue around Iker’s length he spread a
small amount of the liquid onto two of his fingers. He released his mouth from
Iker’s cock with a sound so lewd that it made Iker drop his hand from his own
mouth, let out a frustrated groan, then forcefully grab onto David’s hair and
yank him back towards his dripping, unbearably hard member. David gave Iker a
sad smile as he simultaneously began to slowly stroke Iker and breach him with
his index finger. Iker released his hold on David’s hair in order to hold
himself up by leaning both hands against the lockers. As David worked his
finger in and out of Iker’s hole he placed tender kisses along his thigh. He
wanted to savour everything about this moment. The way Iker reacted, the
noises, the smell, the feel of him. He easily added a second and then a third
finger, working Iker open until he was ready to be breached. David licked his
lips, stroking Iker once more before letting go and grabbing a hold of Iker’s
hips forcing him to bend over, to place his hands on the bench so that he could
fuck him. David backed up for a moment, reached into his pocket and extracted a
condom. He put it on then slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his
thighs. He looked at Iker bent over for him, waiting for him, practically
gyrating in anticipation of what was to come next. Tenderly David’s hands
grasped Iker’s hips as he aligned himself properly. With one solid movement he
entered him. They both gasped in air, both staying still for a moment before
they moved in unison. It was slow at first, steady. Iker’s hands gripped the
edge of the bench as David’s thrusts picked up speed. They came at the same
time, panting from exhaustion. Iker stood up and kissed David. It was chaste
and quick. David smiled as he tied the condom off and threw it away. They both
got dressed in silence. Iker was retying his shoes when David kissed his
forehead, then his cheek, his noes, his eyelids, and finally his lips.
“I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” David spoke barely above a whisper. “I
wanted the rest of my time here to be as if nothing was happening, it was
selfish.” Iker’s bottom lip quivered slightly.
“How long have you known?”
“Three weeks. Iker, don’t hate me. I just couldn’t tell you. I knew if I
did...” David stopped talking and sighed. Iker looked up, trying to smile.
“I understand.” Iker stood up, grabbed his duffel bag and waited for David to
do the same. Looking defeated, David followed suit. They walked out of the
locker room together, for the last time.
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Training wasn’t the same with the absence of David. During their last game,
Iker had performed the worst he had in his three years at Real. He had conceded
four goals. No one blamed him for the defeat but Iker felt useless.
“We’re getting drunk tonight.” Sergio said as he sat down on the bench in front
of Iker’s locker as he watched the goalie change. Iker laughed and shook his
head. Sergio checked his phone and then put it back in his pocket. Iker
frowned. It was becoming a tick, Sergio looked at his phone as if he was
hearing a phantom text or ring.
“Who all is?” Iker asked as he applied deodorant. Iker hoped Sergio didn’t say
Raul and Guti. Last thing he needed was to watch a threesome between Sergio,
Raul, and Guti. Sergio just grinned.
“You and I.”
“Sounds like a good idea. Your brother is providing?” Sergio nodded.
It didn’t take long for them to get drunk. They each pounded back six beers in
an hour and were sitting against the wall on Sergio’s bed. Everything was so
messed up. With David leaving, Iker had felt lost. They technically didn’t
break up but it was unspoken that they were no longer exclusive, and David
wanted Iker to move on. Sergio was idly rubbing Iker’s neck as they watched
Sergio’s Lost DVDs, they were on season three. Iker closed his eyes and let
Sergio’s fingers place him into a comforting faux acoma as he moved to massage
his head. It felt like heaven, Sergio’s fingers on him. Iker hummed in delight
when Sergio’s lips ghosted across his jawline and down his neck. Iker knew that
Sergio was going through a lot of shit that he was refusing to talk about. He
knew that Raul and Guti were using him as a plaything, knew that Sergio used
affection in a masochistic manner.
But Iker was drunk and horny. Sergio straddled Iker’s lap, still massaging his
scalp. Sergio rubbed his erection against Iker’s, the friction from their jeans
made them both groan. Iker grabbed Sergio’s ass and applied pressure, bringing
Sergio’s hips down, pushing their dicks together. Sergio bit Iker’s lip, then
his neck causing him to hiss in pain. This would end badly.
They both were desperate and in a mood where they would end up with bruises all
over their bodies if they continued anything. Sergio was sucking on Iker’s neck
as his hands moved from his head down to his jeans where he began to unzip
Iker’s pants. Iker froze. They were about to cross a line they wouldn’t be able
to go back from. Iker wasn’t sure he wanted to be fuck buddies with Sergio.
Sure he wanted ass, and he wouldn’t mind taking Sergio, but they were close
friends and they both were so unstable it would cause more harm than help.
Feeling suddenly very sober, Iker grabbed Sergio’s wrist and pulled it away
from his crotch. Sergio stopped lapping at his neck and looked at him,
confused.
“We shouldn’t, nene.” Iker said, rubbing circles on Sergio’s wrist, hoping he
would understand. Sergio licked his lips, Iker moved his hips urging Sergio to
get off of him. Sergio got off the bed and went into his bathroom and shut the
door. Iker ran his hands over his face in frustration. Whatever Sergio was
going through, he thought dealing with it carnally was the answer when it
clearly wasn’t. Iker knew that Sergio was texting Raul or Guti. If Iker didn’t
give him what he wanted then he would go to someone who would. Iker got off the
bed and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Nene, don’t. Just come back out here and watch Lost with me.” Sergio opened
the door. His phone was in his hand. “Did you text Raul?” Sergio shook his
head.
“No, Fernando.” Iker’s brow furrowed. Fernando Torres? Why would Sergio text
him? Realization struck him like lightening. Fernando and Sergio. Sergio
endlessly checking his phone, Sergio going sex crazy. Iker wanted to punch
Fernando, he wanted to ring his neck. Sure he didn’t know the full story, or
any of it really. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to hit something. Iker
cupped Sergio’s face in his hands and kissed him, knowing that is what he
needed. Sergio fell into the kiss, leaning into Iker for support.
Sergio knew Fernando wouldn’t text him back, he knew that any time he texted or
called it wouldn’t matter. He was only hurting himself more by doing it.
Kissing Iker was a temporary release, the pain would resurface whenever Iker
left, as soon as they stopped touching. Sergio wanted to be held, to be fucked
until he couldn’t think. Iker ended the kiss.
“Nene, I really want to know what the fuck is going on in Lost.” Sergio laughed
at Iker and nodded. What Iker wanted to say was ‘Nene, I would give you
anything you asked of me even if it would break me’, but Iker thought that
would be incredibly girly. Sergio sat back on his bed, Iker followed. Sergio
leaned his head against Iker’s shoulder as they watched Lost in silence.
Chapter 6: 1st Summer
Traveling anywhere with a group of teenage boys was never a small feat. When it
came to matches for the FIFA camps, both teams traveled and met somewhere that
was of equal distance or where it was easier to get to. Both teams also stayed
in the same hotel, but on different floors. Spain’s first match was in Germany
and they would be playing in Lyon, France.
The night before the Spain FIFA camp left, no one could sleep. It was their
first game of the camp tournament and everyone was antsy. Suitcases were mostly
packed, their cabins were a mess, and somehow Pepe had acquired a fifth of Jim
Beam, Skyy Vodka, Captain Morgan, and Goldschlager. Sergio Ramos and Gerard
Pique had raided the kitchen for glasses for everyone and they were standing
around the poker table which served as their bar for the night. Pepe and David
Villa were playing bar tender and pouring shots. They did cheers for everyone,
but in a sarcastic manner. It was called a brown bag party, where you said the
things that no one really wanted to hear, but everyone was drunk so it was
hilarious.
“To David Villa, who is forever offsides!” Iker Casillas said when they all
took a shot.
“To Pedro, who can’t seem to pass the ball!” Fernando Llorente shouted from the
back of the group, another shot was downed.
“To Nando, forever tripping on his own two feet!” David Silva said, laughing.
They all raised their glasses and drank.
“To Sergio Ramos who thinks he is the only one who can throw in on his side and
likes to pretend to be a forward!” Raul Albiol toasted. Another shot. As
expected, everyone was completely trashed. No one cared that they were about to
have to sit in a moving bus for eleven hours straight. As far as they were
concerned, they would be sleeping the entire time. Even Cesc was drinking, and
apparently he was a light weight because he was leaning on Gerard and had to
hold on for dear life in order to stay standing.
Fernando Torres opted to sit on the floor indian style, looking up silently at
everyone as Pepe fed him his shots. Xabi sipped his shots slowly, letting them
accumulate. Eventually people realized Xabi wasn’t taking any of the shots
properly so they took them for him. After the brown bag party, Sergio Ramos had
the music going along with a back and head massage train with Alvaro, David
Silva, Javi Martinez, and Fernando Llorente. Iker stood by the bar with Pepe
and David Villa as they poured the drinks. Xavi, Jesus Navas, Victor Valdes,
and Raul Albiol had a small game of texas hold’em going.
After a while, people started trickling to their cabins, some passing out where
they sat. The only people really left who were awake went outside and sat in a
circle near a lamp post so they could see. They brought the remainder of the
alcohol and their glasses with them.
Pepe, Iker, Fernando, Sergio, Xabi, David Villa, and David Silva were all
completely smashed and leaning back on their elbows in their pajamas. Pepe held
up the Jim Beam and poured a shot, then passed it down, expecting everyone to
do the same. They did.
“Now Xabi, we are taking shots, so you better fucking take it as a shot.” Pepe
spat, looking directly at him and leaning forward slightly. Xabi laughed and
nodded his head multiple times.
“Anything you say, Pepe.” Pepe smiled wide.
“Good, because we are playing “Never have I ever”.
“Only one round!” David Villa practically shouted. Everyone put up three
fingers and held onto their shots. “I will go first. Never have I ever....
walked in on my parents fucking.” Pepe looked around, David Villa and Sergio
Ramos put a finger down.
“That is disgusting.” David Silva said, giggling and resting his head on David
Villa’s shoulder for a moment before straightening back out. Fernando was next,
since they were going clockwise.
“Never have I ever... broken a bone.” Xabi Alonso and Sergio Ramos put fingers
down. Iker was next, and he looked at Sergio who already had two fingers down.
“Never have I ever had a threesome.” Sergio glared at Iker and put his last
finger down and took the shot. Fernando stared wide eyed at him.
“Who.” It wasn’t so much a question, it was said more as if he wouldn’t believe
it until Sergio said so. Pepe passed the Jim Beam to Sergio who repoured a
shot.
“Raul and Guti...” Iker coughed. Fernando looked down at his glass, cupped it
in his hands, then took the shot. He then made a grabby hands gesture towards
the Jim Beam. Xabi passed it to him.
“Well, we’re heading to bed. Come on David.” David Villa helped David Silva up
and they leaned on each other as they walked towards their cabin. Everyone
shouted good night as they left. Xabi leaned back onto the grass and stared at
the stars.
“I want to go swimming.” Fernando mumbled, staring at his glass and swirling
the alcohol around. Iker shook his head.
“I am going to bed. You guys better be on that bus or... I’ll come get you.”
“Iker that didn’t even make any sense.” Sergio said, laughing. Iker flipped him
off as he stumbled away. Pepe stood up and gathered the alcohol, he pointed at
everyone left.
“I love each of you mother fuckers. Don’t drown.” Sergio stood and gave him a
peck on the cheek before he left. And then there were three. Xabi’s phone rang.
His face broke into a grin as he sat up.
“Stevie!! Guess what. I’m drunk.” He said, over pronouncing every syllable.
“Well, I’m drunk. But Nando is here! Hold on.” Xabi crawled over to Fernando
and put the phone on speaker. “You’re on speaker now Stevie.”
“Are you lads smashed? Aren’t you all on the bus all day tomorrow?” Stevie
asked as he laughed. Xabi and Fernando both nodded, forgetting that Stevie
couldn’t see them.
“We can sleep it will be fine.” Xabi said, believing what he was saying. Stevie
scoffed.
“Xab, you need to get your ass to bed, you light weight!” Xabi rolled over on
the grass in a fit of laughter.
“Ahaha, ass.” Was all he said.
“Alright, I am letting you lot go, call me when you get to Lyon.” Stevie hung
up. Xabi frowned.
“He hung up.” Xabi was pouting, his lower lip sticking out. Fernando poked him
in the stomach and both boys laughed. “I need my bed. But it is far.” Xabi
pouted again then broke into more laughter as he tried to stand. He opted for
something halfway between crawling and walking, with his hands on the ground
but he was crouched over. Sergio looked over at Fernando who was still swirling
his shot around in the glass.
“Still want to go swimming?” Sergio asked him. Fernando’s head shot up, he was
beaming. He nodded enthusiastically. Sergio grabbed his hand and helped pull
him to his feet. Fernando swung his arms around Sergio’s neck and kissed him
playfully. Sergio laughed.
“Let’s take this last shot.” They clinked their glasses together and downed the
shot. They placed their glasses on the ground and walked towards the lake.
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As soon as they got onto the dock, both of them started stripping off their
clothes. Sergio stopped after he removed his shirt and shoes.
“Condom?” He asked before he went any further with his clothing removal.
Fernando frowned and shook his head. Sergio signed and began putting his shoes
back on. “I will be right back.”
Sergio left Fernando on the dock with his feet dangling over the edge and his
toes splashing the water about. Sergio crept silently into the cabin and made
his way over to his bed where his small box was. He grabbed a small tube of
lube and a condom and stuck them in his pocket. He had successfully evaded
waking anyone up. He broke into a jog, not wanting to run while he was
intoxicated.
When he got back to the dock Fernando turned and smiled at him. Sergio grinned.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Fernando’s eyes widened. “But I’m drunk.” Sergio laughed.
“I need you to fuck me, Nando.” Sergio threw his shoes off his feet and stepped
out of his pants, walked over to Fernando and handed him the condom. “Put it on
before you get into the water.” Fernando looked at the small wrapper and back
at Sergio.
“I’ve never...” Sergio shook his head, crouched down and kissed Fernando,
holding his head in his hands as he did so. Fernando fell into his kiss and the
desired effect Sergio wanted to have on Fernando’s body began to take place.
Sergio reached around Fernando and began stroking him as he became hard.
“Put it on.” He said as he kissed behind Fernando’s ear. Fernando fumbled with
the package but eventually was able to put the condom on. Then he slipped off
the dock and into the warm water. Sergio ran and jumped off in a cannon ball,
causing Fernando to laugh.
The water wasn’t too deep, just over five feet. Sergio swam over to Fernando
and kissed him. Fernando’s back was turned to the dock, Sergio’s hands held
onto the ledge for support as Fernando wrapped his legs around Sergio’s and
kissed him. Fernando sucked on Sergio’s chest as he reached around him and
pressed a finger against Sergio’s ass. Sergio hummed, grinding his hips back
onto Fernando’s finger, beginning to fuck himself with it. Fernando moaned into
Sergio’s chest as he felt his finger breach him. He tightened his thighs around
Sergio’s waist and with his free hand he wrapped his fingers around both of
their cocks and began stroking them simultaneously. Sergio hissed as Fernando
added another finger and began pounding into him.
“Fuck, Nando.” Sergio said through gritted teeth. He wanted Fernando inside
him, he didn’t want to be stretched anymore, he wanted to feel the burn as
Fernando fucked him. “I’m ready.” Sergio untangled Fernando from him, turned
around so his back was to Fernando’s chest, then held onto one of the posts for
stability.
“It’s dark I can’t--” Sergio reached behind him, grabbing Fernando’s cock and
guiding it in. He was still tight and Fernando gasped as he entered him. Sergio
moaned and pushed back against Fernando. Fernando began thrusting and Sergio
bit down on his hand. Water splashed around them as Fernando slowly fucked
Sergio. Sergio groaned, wanting Fernando to pick up speed, he wanted him to
fuck him. Fernando got the hint and began forcing himself all the way in and
then out again. Switching positions, Sergio broke contact so that he could turn
around. He grabbed a hold of the dock as he wrapped his legs around Fernando.
Now that he was facing Fernando he tilted his head forward and sucked on
Fernando’s collarbone. Fernando guided his cock back in, grasped Sergio’s waist
and started to buck his hips, thoroughly fucking Sergio who was grinding his
hips to meet with Fernando’s thrusts. Their movements were frantic and far from
elegant. The noise of the water sounded raunchy and lewd as they slammed into
each other repeatedly until they both came in a fit of moans.
When they got out of the water, they laid out on the dock and looked at the
stars as they waited to dry off enough to put their clothes on. Fernando ran
his fingers through Sergio’s hair as he kissed his neck. They drifted off to
sleep, exhausted from their drunken escapade.
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Everyone was moving at the speed of sloths. Eyes squinted and hair a mess, one
by one they put their suitcases by the bus and loaded themselves in. David
Silva immediately covered himself with a blanket to block out all light. Sergio
Busquets was wearing sunglasses even though it was overcast. Andres was curled
up in a ball against the window and was already fast asleep. Xabi had his book
out to look as if he was reading, but really he had a massive head ache and
couldn’t read a word. Del Bosque was counting heads, making sure that everyone
was accounted for. It was ten minutes until 8 AM and he didn’t want to start
off late. His face turned into a scowl.
“Where is Torres and Ramos?” He asked. Everyone who was awake looked around.
They weren’t on the bus. Iker stood up, reached in front of him, and shook
Xabi’s shoulder.
“Xab, what did Nando and Sergio do after I left last night?” Xabi held his head
with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut.
“I don’t know. I just remember crawling.” Iker rolled his eyes, then he
remembered.
“Sir, I will go get them.” He said as he made his way to the front of the bus.
Del Bosque looked at his watch and nodded.
“You have five minutes.” Iker broke into a run as soon as his feet were on the
ground.
He found them sleeping on the dock. Sergio’s arms were around Fernando and
their legs were intertwined. He thought nothing of it though, he and Sergio had
been in similar situations in the past. He nudged Sergio with his foot.
“Nene get the fuck up, we’re late and you dipshits slept outside.” Sergio
stirred and looked up at Iker and pushed away from Fernando. Fernando woke up
and jumped.
“Oh shit! What time is it?” Iker helped them both up.
“Time to go. Grab your shoes, we need to run.” They both put their shoes on
quickly and Iker took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, I’ve got them. Someone make sure their suitcases are on the bus.” He had
called Xavi, one of the only ones who wasn’t hungover. They ran as fast as they
could and made it just in time. Del Bosque was not pleased as the bus headed
towards Lyon.
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The first thing almost everyone did when they got into their rooms once they
got to Lyon was shower. No one had taken one in the morning before they left
and now they all felt disgusting. After Fernando showered he immediately fell
into his bed and curled up under the covers. Xabi took his time in the shower,
knowing that Fernando would be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
When he emerged from the bathroom the room was quiet. He turned off Fernando’s
light while he leaving his own on. He grabbed his book and got into bed. He
picked up his phone and texted Stevie, letting him know that he was in Lyon but
that Fernando was asleep and he wasn’t able to call. He barely read ten pages
before he fell asleep with the light on.
Two hours later his phone buzzed, he woke with a start. He looked, it was
Steven.
“Stevie, it’s late.” His voice was hoarse from sleep, he rolled off the bed and
walked into the bathroom, flipped the light on, shut the door, then sat against
it. “Ok, I’m alone.”
“Lad, I just wanted to call and say that --- “ Stevie was completely trashed.
“That I fucking miss you. That sounded down right girly, that did.” He laughed
heartily. “All the lads and I are at a strip joint in Prague but obviously I
ain’t too keen on these broads so I wanted to give you a ring.” Xabi smiled as
he picked at the hem of his boxers. He could just picture Stevie at a strip
club and be totally bored. While the Spain FIFA were at Lyon, Stevie’s England
FIFA were in Prague.
“So what are you doing to entertain yourself?”
“Well, besides talking to you? Nothing. Waiting for the boys to run out of
money, ain’t I? Now entertain me, you.” Xabi smiled and licked his lips.
“Well I am alone in the bathroom, where are you?” He asked, tracing imaginary
lines on the floor. Stevie sighed into the receiver.
“I am on the sidewalk outside, the lads have been in there for ages.”
“I can’t help you if you are in public, Stevie.” Xabi shook his head and sighed
audibly.
“Now that just ain’t right, that.” Stevie laughed. “Would you do me a favor
then? Touch yourself for me. I just want to hear you. You and your noises, they
do me in, they do.” Xabi chuckled.
“Nando’s in the other room asleep.” Xabi casually rubbed his hand along himself
over his boxers and let out a low moan that was barely audible. Steven grinned.
“There you go lad, I want you hard thinking about me. And Fernando sleeps
through everything and you bloody well know it.” Xabi moaned Stevie’s name as
he dug his hand into his pants and freed his throbbing erection. Steven licked
his lips and pouted. “I need to get me into some place private... Oh just
perfect, the lads are coming out. Xab, I got to hail the damned cab.” Xabi
sighed and let himself go. “Tell you what I want. I want you to fucking call me
and leave me a voicemail of yourself. So that when I get to my hotel room I can
come to your voice.”
“OK Stevie. Only if you do the same for me. I want to hear you come.” Xabi said
as he began jacking himself off.
“Fucking deal, mate.” Stevie hung up the phone, Xabi immediately called him
back and waited for it to go to voicemail.
Chapter 7: 2nd Summer
Not talking about “the situation” seemed to be easier than talking about it as
far as Fernando could tell. From what he gathered, Sergio didn’t mind making
out whenever they had a moment alone, that he didn’t mind quick hand jobs
behind the cabins during breaks. This summer was infinitely more complicated
when it came to finding places and times to get frisky since Fernando wasn’t
staying at the camp. But when it came down to it, maybe it was better that he
wasn’t always here. If he was, he would be in deeper shit. They hadn’t fucked
since the day by the dock and Fernando could tell that Sergio was getting antsy
which was making Fernando horny as well. Sergio’s feelings were infectious and
he couldn’t help but become enamored by Sergio all over again. No matter how
hard he fought with his mind, he always found his lips locked with Sergio’s and
his hands roaming all over the other boy’s body with such fervor that you would
think that he needed Sergio in order to live or to breathe.
Sergio had been satiated for a while after he had fucked Fernando, but since
then they had barely touched each other. Talking wasn’t something that Fernando
was about to bring about, and Sergio decided to settle for the fact that he
would be kept in the dark about what Fernando wanted. He wanted to make the
best of the summer, wanted to use his time with Fernando wisely, especially
since they couldn’t sneak off at night like they did the previous summer.
During training, Sergio was paired with Iker and Fernando with Xabi. Fernando
side-eyed the two of them throughout the entire session. He noted every time
Sergio needlessly touched Iker on the arm, neck, and back. Sergio casually put
his arm around Iker’s waist when they were called in for a huddle between
drills. Fernando saw Iker look at him from the corner of his eye then lean
towards Sergio and whisper in his ear. Fernando’s jaw clenched. He had no right
to be jealous, he didn’t have claim over Sergio. It wasn’t as if they were
dating, he had made sure of that by avoiding that topic of conversation. Why
was he so angry then? He knew Iker and Sergio were close friends and knew that
Iker disliked him because of how he had ignored Sergio during the school year.
Fernando tried to concentrate on what Del Bosque was saying, what his
instructions were for the next drill but he couldn’t. When the group broke, he
had no idea what was going on. When Pepe grabbed his arm and brought him over
to a group he figured out which drill they were doing. There was a circle of
them and they were linked by holding onto each other’s shoulders while one
person was in the middle. The circle passed the ball back and forth while the
player in the middle tried to get the ball. Sergio was in the middle while
Pepe, Alvaro, Xavi, Gerard, David Silva, Javi, and Fernando surrounded him.
Sergio was an amazing defender and got the ball from them numerous times,
laughing every time he foiled them.
During lunch Fernando was sitting across from Sergio who was sitting next to
Jesus. Once again, in Fernando’s eyes, Sergio was needlessly touching someone.
Ruffling Jesus’ hair and poking him in the side as he ate. Fernando’s nostrils
flared. He whipped out his phone and sent a text, telling Sergio to meet him in
the infirmary. Without waiting for a reply, Fernando left the table and threw
the rest of his lunch away as he exited the mess hall.
He knew that all of the physios and nurses would be at lunch and the place
would be abandoned for at least an hour. Within minutes, Sergio walked in.
Without a word, Fernando walked into one of the examining rooms, expecting
Sergio to follow. As soon as Sergio walked into the small room Fernando had him
pinned against the wall. Sergio groaned as Fernando cupped him with one of his
hands and raked his fingers over his dick through his track shorts.
“I don’t like it when you touch other people instead of me.” Fernando said as
he snapped the waistband of Sergio’s shorts back, causing Sergio to bite his
lower lip. Sergio grabbed onto Fernando’s neck and brought him forward into a
deep kiss that was more obscene than anything.
“I would rather touch you than anyone else.” Sergio said when he broke the
kiss. Fernando closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against Sergio’s
shoulder and gritted his teeth. Sergio drove him crazy, he wanted to be close
to him and wanted him for himself but he seemed to not be able to commit to
anything. He knew he was hurting Sergio by being indecisive, even right now, he
was the one that was jealous of others when he knew that Sergio wanted him.
Sergio was standing here, running his fingers through Fernando’s hair lovingly
as Fernando had him pinned against the wall and wanted to bruise him, wanted to
mark him so everyone knew that they couldn’t have him. Fernando balled his
fists into Sergio’s shirt and tugged on it, bringing Sergio in for a jarring
kiss.
Then Fernando’s hands were all over Sergio, bringing his shirt over his head,
groping his ass, and pushing his shorts down. Fernando dropped to his knees,
pushed Sergio’s legs apart and began to suck hard on his inner thigh as his
fingers held onto his hips with such pressure that it was sure to leave marks.
Sergio banged his head against the wall and held his eyes closed as Fernando’s
mouth moved up to the area of skin in the dip between his pelvic bone and began
to leave a mark there as well. Sergio’s dick was hard and twitching at every
lap of Fernando’s tongue, begging not to be ignored. Fernando’s tongue ghosted
across Sergio’s cock before he forced Sergio to turn around, chest against the
wall.
Fernando sucked at the crease of Sergio’s ass and thigh, claiming it as his.
Sergio couldn’t contain the noises that he was eliciting. Fernando stopped,
realizing that he didn’t have a condom. This evoked a loud groan from Sergio
who was on sensory overload from being touched so evocatively. Fernando rushed
over to the cupboard of the small room and opened it, hoping that there were
condoms. With a sigh of relief he saw that there indeed was an entire box.
Sergio had turned around to watch Fernando, only to be grabbed by the arm and
twirled around again, chest back to the wall. Fernando unzipped his pants and
pushed them down his thighs and put the condom on.
“Sergio, suck.” Fernando said as he put his fingers close to Sergio’s mouth.
Sergio obliged and took three fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue
around them. Fernando removed them and pressed his index finger against
Sergio’s ass, gasping as it breached him. Fernando bit his lip as he began to
mercilessly fuck Sergio with his finger, quickly adding another one. Without
any further prepping, Fernando thrust himself into Sergio.
Sergio was in heaven. He relished in the pain of being fucked for the first
time in a month. Fernando was being territorial and that made him so hard he
felt like he could burst at any moment. What Sergio had thought was apathy
emanating from Fernando had in fact been a mask. Sergio didn’t know why
Fernando had been so hot and cold with him but what he knew now is how Fernando
reacts when Sergio goes out of his way to touch others in front of him. His
body was covered in hickeys and he would have to shower last in order to keep
up the facade. Fernando was pounding into him, when their bodies clashed
together it made a distinct ‘smack’. The sound was so overly sexual that Sergio
wished it would go on forever.
Fernando couldn’t stop thinking about the marks that he had made all over
Sergio’s body. The thought of them made Fernando fuck Sergio harder, made him
arch into his thrusts. Fernando came violently, not holding back his screams of
pleasure. He immediately tied off the condom and threw it away, in a frenzy he
turned Sergio around and took his neglected cock into his mouth and twirled his
tongue. With urgency Fernando sucked on him, tugged on his balls and twisted
his fingers around Sergio’s shaft.
Sergio’s hands didn’t know what to do, he had them on the wall, through
Fernando’s hair... he opted for raking his fingers through his own hair,
tugging sharply in order to cause that little bit of pain that sent him over
the edge. He looked down at Fernando, his pupils were blown and his mouth was
the perfect shade of pink from sucking on his cock. Sergio came with a rush of
delirium as Fernando swallowed him down, lapping up all of him.
Fernando stayed on his knees and wiped his mouth on his forearm. Sergio
couldn’t get over how hot Fernando looked, his mouth looking absolutely fucked.
He usually always looked so innocent and child like but at that exact moment he
looked intoxicating and pornographic, and Sergio wanted to see him like this
over and over again.
Fernando didn’t know what to do now, his anger was abated and Sergio was just
staring at him. He suddenly felt vulnerable, dirty. He had just marked Sergio
over his entire body and he loved it. He couldn’t wait to see the bruises. But
at that moment, Fernando was unsure. He didn’t know how Sergio would react now
that they weren’t fucking.
Sergio bent down and cupped Fernando’s head in his hands, forcing Fernando to
look at him. He tenderly kissed him on the lips, then his nose, then his
cheeks. Fernando grasped at Sergio’s hair, deepening the kisses. How could he
have been so stupid? He wanted Sergio and he had to stop fighting it.
Later that night Sergio looked at himself in the mirror, examining his bruises.
He had at least ten small hickeys, most of which would be covered by his
shorts. He had two on his chest and somehow he ended up with a bruise on his
wrist along with small finger sized bruises along his hips. Sergio gingerly
placed his hands on his hips, ghosting over the bruises. Hopefully this meant
that Fernando finally decided whether he actually wanted him or not. Sergio
smiled as he thought about having someone for himself, someone that he didn’t
have to share.
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Xabi couldn’t sleep. It has been over three weeks since he and Steven broke up
and the lack of contact was unnerving. In a couple of days they would be
leaving for Lyon, where they would be playing against England, against Stevie.
He was laying in darkness, everyone else around him was asleep. His heart ached
when he thought about LFC and how he wouldn’t be returning. Mrs. Arbeloa and
Mrs. Reina were sending his things to his parents house. He wouldn’t have to
step back on English soil again if he didn’t want to. He would go back in a
heartbeat if it wasn’t for Coach Cobb. If it wasn’t for him, his life wouldn’t
be the way it was. He and Steven would still be together and he wouldn’t be
this broken. He didn’t know how he was going to cope with seeing Steven and not
be able to hug him or treat him as a friend. Not when they weren’t even on
speaking terms.
Xabi wasn’t sure how he would act on the field. He knew he needed to stay
focused but he had never played against Steven. They played so well together
that he was afraid he would accidentally pass the ball to him. Xabi rubbed his
hands over his face as he sighed. He wasn’t going to bed any time soon. He got
up and walked outside and breathed in the cool air as he looked at the stars.
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Steven couldn’t sleep. For the first time in his life he was not looking
forward to playing football. He would do anything if meant that he wouldn’t
play against Xabi in the match coming up. Steven was pacing. There wasn’t a day
that went by that he hadn’t picked up his phone to text something to Xabi or
call him. He had tried, at first, to talk to Xabi after their fight but Xabi
had cut off all contact. Steven didn’t blame him. He had acted rashly, not
thinking before he opened his mouth. There had been yelling, screaming even. If
they had been in the same room he was positive there would have been broken
furniture. By the end of the fight, Xabi had ended it, had ended everything.
When Xabi hung up on him he had been in shock. The last words out of Xabi’s
mouth were “I’m not coming back.” Steven had been a mess. He wanted to talk
about things, he wanted to work out their problems. He had been in the wrong,
he should have believed Xabi when he said he hadn’t cheated on him but Steven
just hadn’t believed him. It deteriorated everything they had. Steven became
jealous of anyone Xabi talked to, he became fixated so much that while Xabi was
at camp Steven had been positive that Xabi was sleeping with Alvaro. When
Steven called Xabi out on it that had been the last straw. They had fought for
an hour before Xabi said he was done. They had talked about it once before, how
Steven thought Xabi had cheated on him. But Xabi swore that it wasn’t the case.
Now they were broken up and it didn’t matter what the truth was.
Steven wasn’t sure what “I’m not coming back” meant but he had a feeling that
it wasn’t good. When he saw Xabi, he had to try to talk to him. He wanted to
know the truth, the full truth. Even if it broke his heart all over again.
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Everyone was rushing around getting things ready last minute. Cesc couldn’t
find his favorite shoes and Alvaro lost the charger for his portable DVD
player. Xabi had been one of the first on the bus, so he got to choose where he
wanted to sit. He chose his favorite spot on the bus, all the way in the back,
in the middle seat so that he could stretch his legs for the entire ride. He
took out his headphones, choosing a playlist as he got comfortable. He waited
for everyone else to board the vehicle.
Fernando was running late. His aunt had insisted in making him breakfast and a
snack for the ride and she was moving so slow he thought he would rip his hair
out. He was pacing the living room, anxious about not making it in time. He
stared at the clock on his phone every thirty seconds. His uncle said he would
drive him to camp, but his uncle wasn’t even home, he had gone to the gym first
thing in the morning and now he was going to be late. What if they bus left
with out him? He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. They had to
know that there was a deadline that he couldn’t be late for. A car pulled into
the drive way and Fernando picked up his suitcase and ran out the door. His
uncle was getting out of the car as Fernando opened the door and shoved his bag
in the back seat.
“What’s the hurry, Fernando? I am going to have some breakfast.” His uncle said
as he walked inside. Fernando frowned and followed him.
“But we are going to be late, the bus leaves in twenty minutes and it takes
that long to get there! Can’t we please go, so I won’t get into trouble?”
Fernando pleaded. His uncle looked at his watch and sighed as he walked back to
his car. Fernando ran around to the passenger side and got in, relieved that
they might make it.
Alvaro was sitting in the front of the bus with Raul so that they could
continue watching Weeds, which they had started a few weeks back. Iker had
wanted to sit with Alvaro but maybe it was better if he didn’t, that way he
wouldn’t try to pry into the situation that was going on with Xabi. Iker sat in
the middle of the bus, behind David Villa and Pepe Reina. Sergio had staked out
a spot for he and Fernando, close to the back. He took the aisle seat so that
whenever Fernando arrived he could have the window. Sergio looked at his watch,
Fernando was cutting it close.
When Fernando pulled up, Del Bosque was standing at the door to the bus looking
at his watch. As Fernando grabbed his bag and put it in the storage area of the
bus, Del Bosque tapped his watch, urging Fernando to hurry it up and that they
were waiting on him. Fernando quickly kissed his uncle good bye and hopped onto
the bus, saying he was sorry to Del Bosque as he passed him. Fernando searched
the bus for a place to sit, unsure if Sergio had found someone else to sit
with. His face lit up when he saw him sitting alone, and the fact that he was
giving him the window seat. Sergio smiled as he stood up so that Fernando could
get in. He clapped Fernando on the back as he slid past him, brushing his ass
against Sergio’s groin. Sergio grinned as he sat down.
Two hours into the ride and almost everyone was either asleep or had their
headphones on. David Silva and Andres Iniesta both were using each other as
pillows as they napped. Iker, Carles Puyol, David Villa, and Pepe were playing
a make shift game of poker. Gerard and Cesc were playing travel battleship,
which didn’t make sense since they were sitting next to each other and could
easily see where the other person’s battleship was. Xabi couldn’t sleep. He had
attempted to read his book but he just couldn’t concentrate. His nerves were
shot and his mind wouldn’t stop reeling. Luckily, music gave him at least some
solace, even if it was just for a little while.
Fernando had an airplane blanket that he covered his chest and arms with, buses
always were so cold. Sergio had put one of his ear buds in Fernando’s ear so
that he could listen to music with Sergio. After a while Fernando laid his head
down, resting it on Sergio’s shoulder as he flipped through different
playlists. Fernando placed one of his hands on Sergio’s arm and was rubbing
circles with his thumb to the beat of the music. Sergio’s hand found its way
under Fernando’s blanket and found his other hand, they linked fingers lazily.
Sergio looked around to everyone that could see them, Xavi and Sergio Busquets
were both asleep, as were Fernando Llorente and Javi Martinez.
Sergio kissed Fernando’s head quickly as he picked a new song. Fernando
unlinked his fingers from Sergio’s and grabbed his wrist, the one with his
finger tip bruises, and brushed Sergio’s fingers against the bulge that was was
growing more prominent in his shorts. Not looking at Fernando, Sergio grinned
and licked his lips and cupped Fernando through his track shorts, rubbing up
his length. Fernando shifted his hips and bit his bottom lip. He pulled back
the elastic band so that Sergio would touch him. Sergio looked around again as
he slowly began jacking Fernando off. If anyone was awake, they sure as hell
weren’t talking or moving. He glanced behind him and saw that Xabi was still
awake, but he had headphones on and he was reading.
Sergio brought his other hand under the blanket and worked Fernando with both
of his hands, rubbing his head and tugging on his balls as he deftly ran his
fingers up and down the shaft. Fernando was trying not to writhe underneath
Sergio’s touch but he was finding it to be a difficult task. Fernando brought
one of his hands out from underneath the blanket and bit down on one of his
fingers, hoping it would deter any noises from escaping his throat. Sergio
leaned over and nipped at his ear and Fernando threw his head back and shut his
eyes. His toes were curling as Sergio twisted his wrist three times before
quickly stroking him. Fernando’s hips began to thrust into Sergio’s hands as he
worked Fernando into a silent frenzy. Fernando came all over the inside of the
blanket, ruining it. Fernando tucked himself back in and then balled the
blanket up and shoved it under his seat. Now he would be freezing, but it had
been worth it.
Sergio ghosted his fingers across Fernando’s lips as he stood up, adjusting his
shirt so it semi covered the fact that he had an erection then made his way to
the back of the bus to the bathroom where he locked the door.
Xabi had seen Sergio looking around the bus suspiciously out of the corner of
his eye. He had only thought it odd when the defender had done it but when he
saw Fernando throw his head against his seat and a lot of movement he deducted
what they were doing. Xabi frowned, it reminded him of the time that he and
Steven had done that. But how Sergio just went in the bathroom, Xabi guessed
Sergio had been giving Fernando a hand job and now Sergio was going to take
care of himself. When he and Stevie had done it, they both jerked the other one
off. Xabi shut his eyes, trying to block out the memory. He remembered it all,
the color of the seats of the bus, what book he had been reading at the time,
how blue Steven’s eyes had looked as he jacked him off, how his eyes looked
when they were blown full of lust for him. Steven loved him, had cherished him
and he threw it away because Steven had accused him of cheating on him with
Alvaro.
It wasn’t Steven’s fault he didn’t know the truth. From his point of view it
must be the only thing that would make sense logically. Steven had no idea of
what had been happening to Xabi behind the closed doors of the coach’s office.
Perhaps Xabi should have told Steven from the beginning, should have confided
in him. There was no going back, though. Xabi had made the decision. He got
out, and Steven was still captain. He had been the one who suffered, but how
could he expect Steven to understand if he didn’t tell him anything. Xabi
rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. He didn’t know what to do, and
within hours they would be in the same hotel.
When Sergio emerged from the bathroom he reached for his back in the overhead
storage and got down his track jacket and handed it to Fernando. Fernando stood
up to put it on and smiled at Sergio. Xabi watched them from the back of the
bus, wishing he hadn’t broken up with Steven. When Fernando sat down he zipped
the jacket up and stuffed his hands in the pockets, getting comfortable. The
jacket smelled like Sergio and he reveled in it, within minutes he was asleep.
 
 
Chapter 8: LFC
 
The Christmas holiday had flown by and during the last two days that Xabi was
in Madrid he didn’t sleep or eat anything. He was at his wits end with anxiety
about going back to LFC, back to being around the coach. His family thought he
had just been home sick and now that he was around them that he didn’t want to
leave. That wasn’t it at all. Sure, he missed his family but he was torn. He
wanted to be near Steven, but being near Steven meant being near Coach Cobb.
Xabi had paced around his room for half the night, he had refused breakfast and
lunch the day before only to be made to sit and eat with his family at dinner.
When he did finally eat, he had emptied his stomach afterwards. His stomach
wouldn’t settle down. When he hugged his family goodbye at the airport his
mother stuffed the pockets of his jacket full of snacks. He ended up giving
them to a homeless man outside the airport when he landed in London. The
Arbeloa’s picked him up and drove him to their house. Mrs. Arbeloa asked him
how his holiday was and he answered politely, but he could feel the uneasiness
that Alvaro was emanating.
When they arrived Alvaro helped him bring his bags up to their room. Xabi
immediately began unpacking in silence as Alvaro sat on his bed with his hands
in his lap.
“Xabi, we need to tell someone.” Alvaro blurted out, ending the silence. Xabi
froze. He turned to look at Alvaro who was now picking at his bed spread. “I
know you don’t want to talk about it, and I know I don’t know everything but
you can’t just-”
“I can’t do anything.” Xabi said as he put his socks away. Alvaro shook his
head.
“If we go to the headmaster I am sure-”
“I just. Can’t. He will tell my parents about Steven and I.” Xabi covered his
mouth with his hand and looked at Alvaro wide-eyed. Alvaro’s jaw dropped.
“You and Stevie?” He asked. Xabi sat on his bed and put his head in his hands
and yanked on his hair.
“We’ve been dating for two years.” Alvaro was in shock. “Cobb caught us in the
showers, I was-” Alvaro made a hand movement.
“No I get it.” Alvaro ran his hands over his face as he stood up. “I mean I
don’t get it, so he sees you.... doing something with Steven that you can keep
to yourself.. and then he what? Propositions you? Blackmails you into...
into...” Alvaro doesn’t want to say it. He wasn’t positive what was going on in
the first place but he still didn’t want to believe it.
“Into doing what ever he asks.” Xabi said, closed lipped. Without giving too
many details away he felt like he was still keeping his promise to Cobb that he
wouldn’t tell, so that he would be able to keep Steven on the team as captain.
Alvaro blanched.
“So he would just tell your parents that you have a boyfriend?” Alvaro didn’t
see that this was a bad case.
“They would bring me to Spain. Steven would lose his captaincy and his spot on
the team. His family doesn’t have the money to send him to another school with
a good football program.” Xabi said as he began hanging his shirts up. “And now
he threatened your spot on the team as well.... Alvaro, what did you see?”
“I saw him push you into a locker and then grab your hair and practically throw
you into his office before he shut the door. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I
mean, it was during school!” Alvaro sat on Xabi’s bed and crossed his legs.
Xabi’s phone vibrated, it was a text from Steven. Xabi took his phone out and
smiled. He looked up at Alvaro.
“Can we see Steven tonight?” He asked. Alvaro shrugged.
“Are you going to tell him what is happening to you?” Xabi’s face fell and he
shook his head.
“No. He is not finding out. It wouldn’t end well.” Xabi responded to Steven’s
text then returned his phone to his pocket.
“And how is it turning out well right now.” Xabi sighed.
“About what you saw... He was mad because I had been avoiding him. I have found
that it easier just to do as he says.” Alvaro shook his head.
“That is so wrong, Xabi.” Xabi’s face grimaced.
“Don’t.” Was all he said before he fell silent as he put away the last of his
things.
“Are you going to see him tonight?” Alvaro asked. Xabi nodded his head. “Do you
need me to drive you to his place?” Xabi shook his head. “Xabi don’t shut down
on me, please. I am just trying to help.”
“I need to shower before I see Stevie. I feel disgusting from the plane.” Xabi
walked out of the room, leaving Alvaro with his thoughts.
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It was freezing when Xabi met Steven for coffee. He had wrapped himself up in a
scarf that Steven had given him when they first started dating, and when Steven
saw that he was wearing it his face lit up. They embraced as if they were just
friends, like they always did in public, but what they really wanted to do was
jumped each others bones right then and there. Steven ordered himself a coffee,
black and then he ordered Xabi his usual caramel macchiato before Xabi had time
to tell Steven that he didn’t want one. Steven never ordered for him and he
hadn’t been expecting it. When they received their drinks they went and found a
small table in a corner, far from the door so they wouldn’t feel the wind chill
every time the door opened.
“How was your holiday, Xab?” Steven asked, smiling as as he sipped his coffee.
Xabi held his drink in his hands, letting them warm him up. He smiled weakly.
“It was good, my family misses me. But I couldn’t wait to be back here.” He
took a small sip of his drink, hoping his stomach wouldn’t betray him in front
of Steven. But Steven was his safe haven, his happy place. His nerves weren’t
on end now that he was with him. He took another sip, a little larger this
time. He licked his lips and smiled, humming as the liquid warmed his throat.
Steven cleared his throat.
“Xab, don’t make those noises, it drives me mad, that.” Xabi laughed lightly,
he hadn’t realized he had made any noise at all. Steven shook his head as he
took another sip.
“Jamie and me did a lot while you were gone. Took his dad’s car to London for
the day. It was pretty grand.” Xabi nodded as he watched the coffee shop door
open, where he saw his worst nightmare walk in. Xabi almost spilled his drink
everywhere. Steven turned and looked towards the door and smiled. “Coach Cobb!”
He shouted, getting his coach’s attention.
The coach waved and smiled at them then ordered his drink. When he received it
he made his way over to the two boys. Xabi’s heart was in his throat. He tried
his best not to tense up as the coach approached them.
“Hello boys, catching up after the holiday?” the coach asked as he took a sip
of his hot beverage. Steven nodded, his attention was on his coach.
“Yes, sir. Xabi just got back into town. We were about to go see a movie.” The
coach nodded, he looked over at Xabi who hadn’t said a word.
“Have a good time with your family, Xabier?” Xabi nodded and took a sip of his
drink to avoid talking. Steven’s brow furrowed in confusion. Coach Cobb lifted
an eye brow slightly. “Well, I will see you lot at practice on Monday. Hope you
didn’t over eat during the holidays! That would make for some harsh training.”
The coach left, leaving them in the shop.
“What was that about?” Steven asked. Xabi shrugged as he finished off his
drink.
“I don’t want to see a movie.”
“What did you have in mind?” Steven asked as he stood up and put his jacket
back on then finished off his coffee. Xabi bit his lip and smiled. Steven
bellowed, filling the shop with laughter. “Alright, you. Twist my arm.” They
made their way out into the cold and walked towards Steven’s parents car and
got in. They needed to find a vacant place to park the car.
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They parked the car in the lot of the local park, no one else was around. The
sun had set and it was snowing. No one would be at the park in this weather.
They climbed into the back seat, stripping off their jackets as the did so.
Steven had wanted to leave the car on so that they could keep the heat on but
Xabi insisted that it would look suspicious. Steven tugged on the scarf that he
had given Xabi, bringing him in for a kiss. Xabi climbed on top of Steven as he
laid down, his back on the car seat. It was a tight fit, but they made do with
the small space, hoping it would keep them warm for the time being. Xabi broke
the kiss and nuzzled into Steven’s neck, burrowing his cold nose in his scarf.
He inhaled, taking in the smell that he loved so much. Steven always smelled so
good to him, it was like as a whole he was an aphrodisiac. Steven bucked his
hips up once, causing Xabi to moan as their erections rubbed against fabric.
Xabi sat up, his eyes a light with an idea. Steven smiled at him, again tugging
at the scarf, wanting to capture Xabi’s mouth with his. Xabi resisted, he
instead began unzipping his pants and then Steven’s. Steven’s head tilted
slightly, he wanted to know what Xabi was thinking of doing.
Xabi got off of Steven so he could take his pants off. Steven followed suit.
Turning around, Xabi sat with his back facing Steven. Steven scooted further
down the seat, grabbing a hold of Xabi’s thighs and moving him to hover over
his mouth. Xabi took Steven into his mouth and began bobbing his head
immediately, reveling in the fact that for the moment, he had Steven. Steven
did the same, bringing his head up to suck off Xabi. Xabi moaned, causing a
vibration in his throat that turned Steven on even more. Xabi’s tongue worked
its magic on Steven’s cock, swirling and lapping at him as if he was a world
class dessert. Steven wasn’t as talented with his tongue, or so he thought.
But even still, Xabi moaned and bucked his hips whenever Steven slid his tongue
underneath Xabi’s head. Steven released Xabi’s cock and grabbed onto his ass,
pushing Xabi down his chest a little further. The moans that escaped from
Xabi’s mouth were fervid as Steven circled Xabi’s entrance with his tongue.
Steven spread Xabi with his hands and lapped at him, penetrating him with his
tongue. Xabi’s mouth let go of Steven’s cock in order to sit up, gasping for
breath as Steven fucked him with his tongue. Xabi held onto the car seat for
leverage as he slowly started grinding against Steven’s mouth. Xabi’s knuckles
were white as he held on, as Steven started adding his fingers. Steven grabbed
Xabi’s wrist with his other hand and brought it to Xabi’s ass, asking him to
spread himself for Steven. Xabi released the car seat, pulling his cheeks apart
for Steven. Xabi bit his lip as he rode Steven’s fingers.
“Please fucking god tell me you have a condom.” Xabi spat. As he said it
Steven’s fingers disappeared, along with his tongue, causing Xabi to writhe on
top of him at the lack of contact.
“It’s in my jacket, Xab in the front seat and you’re on top of me, you are.” He
said laughing, loving the way that Xabi reacted to his touch. Xabi growled and
twisted, grabbing Steven’s jacket. As Steven put the condom on Xabi turned
around so he was facing Steven. “Put your foot on the floor and the other under
my arm.” Xabi did as he was told.
Lifting his ass so that Steven could align himself at his entrance, Xabi looked
at Steven and groaned when Steven grabbed onto Xabi’s hips and forced him down,
impaling Xabi on his cock. Once again, Xabi used the car seat as leverage as he
started fucking himself as Steven lay holding onto his waist, letting Xabi set
the pace. Xabi threw his head back as he brought Steven all the way into him,
hard. He hit the spot that sent a massive shiver up his spine and he stopped
for a moment before doing it all over again.
Steven watched Xabi through heavily lidded eyes. There wasn’t anything he
disliked about his boyfriend. He was earnest in everything he did, especially
when he was being fucked. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Xabi, all he
had to do was ask.
They both came in a rush, making a mess in the back seat. Getting dressed
proved to be harder than getting undressed had been. When they turned the car
on and the heat blasted, they realized that they were already warm.
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The first day back was like treading water, at first it was easy, but as the
day wore on it was harder and harder for Xabi to concentrate on his coursework.
He knew what was coming. Every time a door opened during a class he jumped, he
didn’t even eat lunch, he went to the library instead. Steven texted him,
wondering where he was, but Xabi ignored it. Xabi received another text, but
this time it wasn’t from Steven, it was from an unknown number. He knew
immediately who it was from: Cobb. All it said was “you’ve been ignoring me.
come here this instant”. Xabi pushed his phone away from him on the table,
hoping it would just disappear. An idea struck him. He would lose his phone. He
wouldn’t have known about Cobb’s text if he said he lost it. Xabi grabbed his
things and threw his phone in the trash bin on his way out of the library where
he made his way to the cafeteria where everyone was still eating.
Steven smiled when he saw Xabi walking up to their group and he scooted over to
make room for him at their table.
“Where’ve you been?” Steven asked casually. He caught Alvaro staring at Xabi
rather intently, which confused him.
“Oh, I was just in the library, I wanted to grab some research books now
instead of after school.” Steven frowned.
“But Xabi, I work tonight, don’t you usually stay at the library until I get
off work?” Pepe asked from across the table. Alvaro chimed in.
“We were going to go to the mall after practice.” Xabi looked at him for a
split second. Steven was positive he had glared at the other boy. Alvaro
shrugged. Xabi turned to Steven.
“Want to come along?” Steven shook his head.
“Not me, no. I have to take care of my siblings tonight, me.” Xabi nodded then
turned towards Fernando, Jamie, Martin, and Daniel. Fernando declined, he had
plans with Olalla. Daniel also had work, but Martin and Jamie both nodded that
they were interested.
After practice, everyone was showering and changing and talking about what
stores they wanted to go to and which ones they didn’t. Alvaro wanted a new
video game, Martin wanted to look at new boots, and Jamie didn’t have a problem
with just walking around. Alvaro didn’t notice the coach take Xabi aside until
they were walking into his office, but his door stayed open. A chill went up
Alvaro’s spine as he looked at the coach’s office. Steven scared him by putting
his hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.
“I’ve got to get home, me. You lads have a good time tonight, yeah?” Alvaro
smiled and nodded.
“No problem, Stevie. We’ll see you in the morning.” Alvaro turned his attention
back to the office, Xabi was walking out of it. There was no way that something
could have happened in that short period of time. When he saw the coach catch
him staring at them he turned towards Martin and Jamie, “Guys, I am going to
bring my car around. Wait for Xabi, yeah?” The two defenders nodded as they
continued talking.
Xabi wanted to run, he wanted to leave right at that moment. He was scared when
the coach called him into his office when everyone was still there, when Steven
was still there. But he had left his door open. The coach noticed Xabi relax
when he didn’t shut the door.
“When I say come, you are supposed to fucking come, Xabier.” Coach Cobb spat.
Xabi flinched.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir.” Xabi said, standing his ground.
“Where is your phone. Show it to me.” Xabi patted his pockets.
“I don’t have it.” Coach Cobb laughed.
“Go get your bag, I want it emptied. And you better not think that you are
going shopping with your team mates. Get out of it.”
When Xabi emerged from the office he saw Alvaro walking out, leaving him in the
locker room with Martin and Jamie.
“Hey Xabi, Alvaro just went to get his car-”
“I can’t go.” He said as he grabbed his bag. “I... forgot to do an essay. I
might as well use the library like I normally do. Pepe will come get me when he
gets out of work.” The boys waved bye as they walked out of the locker rooms.
Coach Cobb must of taken his belt off because there was a loud ‘crack’ that
came from his office, Xabi rushed in with his bag and set it on the desk. “I
don’t have my phone, I don’t know where it is.” He backed against the wall as
the coach waded through his things.
“You got out of your outing?” Xabi nodded. “Good. Take your pants off and bend
over the desk.” Xabi shut his eyes and took a deep breath. There was another
loud crack of the belt. Xabi did as he was told.
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When Martin and Jamie emerged from the locker rooms alone Alvaro’s stomach
sank. His heart started beating fast, knowing what would happen if he left Xabi
alone with the coach. His hands gripped the steering wheel tight, causing his
knuckles to turn white. Jamie and Martin got in.
“Sorry mate, apparently Xabi had an essay that he needed to work on. He said
Pepe would pick him up. “ Alvaro nodded, he should make them go in, should make
them go back and knock on Coach Cobb’s door. To stop what ever was about to
happen. But that isn’t how Xabi wanted to deal with the situation, he wasn’t
even staying with Alvaro that night. Alvaro turned his car off and got out.
“I will be right back, left my wallet.” He said as he shut the door and ran
into the locker rooms. The door was shut and locked. He pounded on it, there
was no reply. He put his ear up to the door, no sound. He tried to look through
the blinds but it looked dark. Maybe Xabi really did go to the library. Alvaro
walked back out to his car and turned it on, then headed with Martin and Jamie
to the mall.
Pepe didn’t know where Xabi was. He had arrived home from work to find that he
hadn’t come back from the mall yet. He called Alvaro to see what they were up
to.
“Alvaro, are you guys still out? Xabi isn’t here and it is past curfew, my
parents aren’t happy about it.” Alvaro’s stomach sank.
“No, he didn’t go with us. He said he was going to the library and that you
were going to get him after you got off work. Have you tried his phone?” Alvaro
was putting his shoes on, he had to find Xabi, immediately.
“Yeah I did when I got off work in case he needed a ride or something. He
didn’t pick up.” Pepe was pacing around his room. “Maybe he is with Steven?”
“OK you call Stevie, I am going to go by the library.” Alvaro hung up the phone
and ran down the stairs and out the front door. That was when he saw Xabi,
sitting on his lawn by himself. “Xabi.” Alvaro walked up to him.
“I threw my phone away.” Alvaro kneeled next to Xabi and put his arm on his
shoulder.
“Xabi it is freezing out here. Come on, we are going inside. Let’s call Pepe,
he is calling Stevie right now.” Xabi’s eyes shot up, wide eyed.
“No. Stop him!” Alvaro took his phone out and called Pepe.
“Pepe, Xabi is here no need to worry. I think he will just stay here tonight.
Tell your parents he is sorry for making them worry. OK, bye.” Alvaro hung up
the phone then dialed Steven’s number and handed the phone to Xabi. It went
straight to voicemail.
“Steven, it’s Xabi. I am at Alvaro’s. I lost my phone and couldn’t call anyone
for a ride and Alvaro’s house was closer to school than Pepe’s so I walked. I
will see you tomorrow.” Xabi looked exhausted, his body was shaking. Xabi
handed the phone to Alvaro. Alvaro helped Xabi up.
“Did you really walk here?” Xabi shook his head.
“He dropped me off a block away.” Xabi walked up the stairs slowly and stood in
the doorway, leaning on the door frame. “I need to shower.” He walked into the
bathroom, shut the door, and looked into the mirror. He was a mess. He buried
his nose in the scarf Steven gave him and closed his eyes. He slowly took the
scarf off, then his jacket. He threw his clothes unceremoniously onto the floor
as he turned the shower on. He looked back in the mirror to see what Cobb had
done.
He had bruises on his wrists from being held down, his ass red from being hit
with the belt repeatedly, he had bite marks on his hips. His fingers grazed the
marks, he hissed. He stepped into the shower and sat down, burying his face in
his hands. The next thing he knew, Alvaro was knocking on the door. He walked
in and shut the door behind him.
“Xabi you’ve been in here for 45 minutes.” Xabi stood up and turned the shower
off. Alvaro passed him a towel through the curtain.
“I’m sorry.” Alvaro shook his head.
“I came back, I pounded on the door but the lights were off-”
“I know. We were in there. He had his hand over my mouth.” Xabi tied the towel
around his waist and stepped out of the shower. Alvaro looked at his wrists.
“What happened?”
“I bit him.” Xabi’s voice was apathetic, almost robotic. There was no emotion
as he spoke. Alvaro shook his head. “He didn’t appreciate that.” Alvaro tried
to hug Xabi but he backed away. “Please, don’t touch me right now.” Alvaro’s
heart was breaking, he felt so helpless. He couldn’t imagine what was going
through Xabi’s head right now. “I am going to go change. Could you... wait here
for a couple of minutes?” Alvaro nodded.
“I will go get some dinner for you.” Xabi shook his head.
“I can’t eat.” He walked into their room and shut the door. When Alvaro walked
in a couple of minutes later Xabi was dressed in regular clothes. Alvaro looked
confused. “I know it is late but, can we see if the library is open? I couldn’t
go get my phone while Cobb was with me. He would know I threw it away.” Alvaro
nodded and grabbed his coat and keys. Luckily, they found his phone.
Chapter 9: Real
It was late, Iker and Sergio were on the pitch at school doing penalties. Iker
was stopping almost all of them. He could tell by the force that was behind
Sergio’s kicks that he was having a rough night. Something was eating away at
him and he was taking out his frustration on the ball. With each kick, Sergio
got angrier and angrier. To be honest, it turned Iker on seeing Sergio act this
way. He was never docile on the field during matches, he wore his heart on his
shoulder and played aggressively. But how he was sending balls at Iker felt
like Sergio needed to vent, needed to release pent up energy.
Sergio had taken his shirt off, sweating from the exertion. Sergio kicked high,
sending a ball flying past the goal and hit a car in the parking lot. That was
when Sergio fell, screaming and holding onto his calf. He hadn’t stretched
properly and his frustration had taken its toll on his body. Iker jogged over
to him and stared. Sergio was laying with his back on the ground, hands pulling
his hair in frustration, one knee was bent while the hurt calf was stretched
out, and he was panting, his face only showed pain and disappointment. Sergio
lifted his leg, wanting Iker to push on it to stretch it out, to ease the pain.
But he just couldn’t stop staring at Sergio, laying there breathing hard, his
abs moving as his chest rose and fell. Sergio looked into Iker’s eyes, licked
his lips, then relaxed the bent knee and let it fall to the side. Iker’s
breathing quickened as he looked him up and down. He wanted to ravish Sergio.
He grabbed a hold of Sergio’s leg and applied pressure, stretching him. Sergio
bit his lip and tilted his head back, letting go of his hair and lifting
himself up by his elbows.
“Harder.” He said, closing his eyes. Iker obliged, eliciting a moan from Sergio
as he did so. Iker dropped Sergio’s leg and knelt straddling his knee. He then
grabbed onto Sergio’s hair, bringing him into a kiss. Sergio sat up, letting go
of the ground, and grasped onto Iker’s shirt. His lips parted and let Iker’s
tongue explore his mouth. Sergio tugged down on Iker’s shirt, forcing Iker to
release his grip on Sergio’s hair and catch his fall as he found himself
practically laying on top of the other boy. The ferocity in which Sergio was
kissing him made him hard. Iker took Sergio’s wrist and placed his hand over
his own erection, wanting Sergio to touch him. Sergio broke away from the kiss
to lick his lips and look Iker in the eyes. He was asking permission, even
though Iker had been the one to place his hand there. As an answer, Iker kissed
Sergio on the collarbone and then licked and sucked at his neck. Sergio reached
his hand down past the elastic band of Iker’s shorts and grabbed onto his dick
and twisted his wrist as he began pumping his cock.
Sergio scooted his body down in order to take Iker into his mouth, causing Iker
to end his marking of Sergio’s neck as he adjusted his position so that Sergio
could suck him off. Iker took his shirt off then ran his fingers through
Sergio’s hair as he sucked on him, frantically lapping at his head and swirling
his tongue. Iker put pressure on the back of Sergio’s head, forcing his cock
down Sergio’s throat. Sergio took him easily, opening his mouth and letting
Iker fuck his mouth. Iker yanked Sergio back by his hair, reveling in the sound
Sergio made as he gasped for air then reached for Iker’s erection with his
hands and pumped him. Iker licked his lips, realizing just how hungry the look
in Sergio’s eyes were. The feel of his fingers grasping at his cock and the
immediacy of his strokes brought forth a feeling of pure need. Sergio needed to
touch Iker, needed to make him come.
Sergio brought his head forward to take Iker back into his mouth, but Iker held
tight to Sergio’s hair, denying him. Sergio looked into Iker’s eyes, his pupils
were blown. His lips were full and red from sucking on him, the image made
Iker’s mouth dry out. Sergio leaned in again, trying to take Iker into his
mouth, this time Iker let him. Sergio’s mouth was like a vacuum, a glorious,
wet, sloppy, and exquisitely raunchy vacuum that loved cock.
Iker wanted to fuck Sergio. He needed to. He wanted Sergio to feel wanted, he
wanted him to stop hurting himself by finding anyone that would fuck him. Iker
wanted to be that person, to shield Sergio from heart ache and self
deprecation. Iker pulled back Sergio’s head again by his hair, with his other
hand he pushed Sergio’s shoulder, wanting Sergio to lay on his back. Sergio
willingly obliged. Iker tugged on Sergio’s shorts, his hard cock bounced as he
lifted his ass to take his shorts all the way off.
Iker traced his thumb across Sergio’s chin before resting it against his lips,
letting Sergio open his mouth and suck on it. His tongue twirled around it
before making a ‘pop’ noise as he released it. Iker bit his lip as he smiled,
offering Sergio his middle and index fingers. Sergio took them into his mouth
and wet them.
With one hand, Iker began jacking Sergio off while with the other he used his
saliva-lubed fingers to stretch him out. Sergio had been recently fucked, Iker
didn’t need to stretch him out by very much before Sergio was ready for his
dick. Iker was on his knees in front of Sergio and grabbed onto Sergio’s
thighs, making him lift his ass. Sergio used his arms for support against the
ground for leverage. He wrapped his legs around Iker’s waist as he entered him
in one thrust. Sergio moaned at the intrusion.
Iker made him feel full and the rush from being fucked was like nothing else in
the world. He relished this feeling, the contact high that he got whenever he
got to fuck or be fucked. If it were up to him he would be constantly be in
situations like these. His thoughts disappeared, nothing mattered. The only
thing in his mind was the fact that he was being touched, he was able to bring
peace of mind as he got off. He didn’t want it to end.
Iker watched Sergio writhe underneath him, his hips meeting his thrusts in
perfect time. Iker exited Sergio, causing Sergio’s eyes to lose their color.
Sergio chest was rising and falling in rapid succession, he licked his lips and
sat up.
“Your knees.” Was all Iker said. Sergio flipped over, kneeling, bent over, then
spread his legs. Iker reentered him and immediately began to fuck him, hard.
Sergio made fists into the grass, ripping it out of its roots. The sound every
time Iker pulled out then pushed back in rapidly was like music to Sergio. He
loved the sound of sex, loved the sound of the smacking of flesh as it met.
Sergio had his mouth open, not caring how loud he was being. Since the night
that they watched Lost, he had kept away from Iker when he wanted to be fucked.
He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Iker, he didn’t want to use him. He
had felt like Iker was worth more than he was, thought that Iker wouldn’t want
him.
The fact that Iker was fucking him made Sergio harder than he had been for a
long time. He knew that when he came, it would be the best feeling in the
world, the only thing better would be if he was coming because of Fernando.
Sergio’s arms gave way and he crumpled the the ground, his cheek on the grass
and his ass in the air.
Iker knew what Sergio wanted, knew he wanted to be completely debauched and
fucked raw. And he was giving it to him. Iker knew he was about to come, and he
wanted it to be in Sergio’s mouth. His beautifully fucked mouth. Iker withdrew
from Sergio, who immediately rolled onto his back then sat up and opened his
mouth. Iker’s breath caught in his throat at how fast Sergio reacted, how much
he wanted to swallow him whole. Iker stood still, Sergio stuck his tongue out
and opened his mouth wider. Iker groaned as his cock entered Sergio’s hot
mouth. He came violently, as did Sergio.
Both he and Sergio had grass stains on their knees, Iker decided that fucking
on the pitch was something that he wanted to do more often.
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Iker couldn’t wait for training to be over for the day. David had facebook
messaged him the night before asking for a Skype session. When David has first
moved to the US, over six months ago, they had both been devastated that they
would be separated. But shortly afterward, they discovered Skype and how
creative they could be on it. They had both been busy with games and practice,
David had also gotten a job there to help pay for his room and board, so they
hadn’t been able to be online at the same time very often. David wouldn’t be on
until later that night but Iker was antsy. It wouldn’t be until 2am that David
would sign on because of the time difference and the fact that David also
worked after practice. Iker hoped he would be able to nap before then.
Iker walked into the locker rooms where everyone was showering and changing,
getting ready to go home. Gonzalo Higuain and Esteban Granero were talking
about going out for dinner with a big group of the guys. They invited Iker
along.
“Come on, Iker. We are going out for sushi!” Gonzalo, or Pipita as he was
usually called, said. Iker sighed. Sergio walked up behind him and smacked his
ass playfully.
“Don’t be a party pooper, Iker.” He said as he continued walking and got into
the shower. Iker watched him as he got in, Sergio was pure unadulterated
walking sex.
“Oh alright. I’m in.” Pipita and Esteban, otherwise known as Pirata, high-
fived. Iker shook his head as he stripped then walked into the shower next to
Sergio.
“You coming?” Sergio asked as he soaped his body up. Iker nodded, watching
Sergio. He closed his eyes. He would be on Skype with David tonight, there was
no reason that anything needed to happen between he and Sergio right now.
They have been fucking for months. Originally it was only going to be the one
time on the pitch but Iker had caved when Sergio had said he was going to a
club to find someone after he had called Raul and Guti and they had said they
weren’t in the mood for an addition. They didn’t fuck often, but when they did
it was completely orgasmic. Iker had come to realize that not only did Sergio
crave sex and intimacy 24/7 but that he oozed if from every pore of his being.
Once you had him, you wanted him. Iker couldn’t fathom why Nando would just...
let him go.
“David and I are Skype-ing tonight.” Sergio looked over at him and grinned.
“Oh, that should be fun.” He flicked soap at Iker as he rinsed off then got his
towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Later tonight?” Iker nodded as he
continued washing himself off.
“Not until 2am.” Sergio wagged his eyebrows.
“Wish I could join.” Iker laughed.
“In your dreams, nene. “
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Turns out, a lot of the guys wanted Italian. During dinner Sergio sat across
from Raul and Guti, with Iker sitting next to Sergio. Also at the giant table
were Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka who were both new this year, Pipita, Pirata,
and Raul Albiol. Sergio wanted something to do after they left the restaurant,
but Iker had said he had plans with David and that meant he would want to sleep
before he got online. Raul was eyeing Sergio as he ate, subtly licking his
lips. Guti had leaned over to whisper early on and since then they both seemed
keen on Sergio. Sergio smiled, he would gladly join them if they asked him, but
he was past the point where he did the asking.
If these past few months taught him anything, it was that beggars couldn’t be
choosers. He knew he was acting out, he realized that how he was acting seemed
to be rather whorish but frankly he didn’t give a fuck. As insatiable as Raul
and Guti’s appetites were for sex, Sergio found that sometimes he didn’t want
to be their toy. He still longed for something of his own. Sure, he would never
pass up sex with them, but if it were between Raul and Guti or Iker, he would
choose Iker. But tonight Iker was out of the question. Iker had David.
Sergio was jealous of Iker and David. They were making long distance work.
Sure, they weren’t exclusive, obviously, since he was fucking Iker on a semi
regular basis.... but they still loved and cared for each other. They just knew
it would be unfair to both of them if they couldn’t get release somehow. Why
couldn’t Nando have done the same? He wouldn’t have minded getting on Skype and
watching Fernando masturbate as he did the same, he loved watching Fernando
come, loved the faces he made when he was touching himself. Sergio frowned and
picked at his food. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted... Fernando.
Raul saw Sergio’s demeanor and pouted. He reached his foot across the table and
rested it on Sergio’s crotch. Sergio didn’t jump, but he bit his lip and bucked
his hips forward slightly at the contact. What kind of captain would Raul be if
he didn’t try to make his team mates happy? Sergio reached one of his hands
under the table and massaged Raul’s leg as he put pressure on Sergio’s crotch.
Raul was amazed at how quiet Sergio was being, he had to make sure that next
time he had Sergio that they played the silent game.
Iker knew Sergio and Raul were doing something, but he tried to ignore it. He
knew that because he wasn’t going to do anything with Sergio that he would
probably find someone else to mess around with and if Raul was in the mood,
Sergio wouldn’t say no. Iker had no say. Iker looked at his watch, it was
nowhere near 2 am.
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Iker booted up his computer and signed onto Skype, it was a few minutes until 2
and he was practically bouncing in his seat. He was wearing his sleep shirt and
a pair of boxers, just for the sake of dignity he didn’t want to sign in with
no clothes on. David signed on. Iker jumped and connected to him, immediately
David’s face showed up on his screen. They both smiled at each other. David was
shirtless. Iker laughed.
“What’s so funny?” David asked.
“It’s just that I was thinking about not wearing clothes but I didn’t want to
seem desperate.” David flipped Iker off.
“Oh, do you want me to get dressed?” David stood up and went to get a shirt, he
was wearing boxers. Iker laughed.
“No! Come back, I want to stare at you some more.” David sat down and glared at
Iker.
“Oh and I don’t get shit I see... I demand a show! Take your shirt off.” Iker
shook his head as he stripped himself of his shirt. David whistled. “Yeah, take
it all off!” He was clapping. Iker just looked at him, wished David were here
in Spain instead of in the US. David sensed Iker’s mood and got up from his
chair and came back within seconds. He lifted a shirt up to the screen. It was
Iker’s. Iker smiled. “I wore this today.” They told each other that, being the
sentimental girls they were, whenever they missed each other more than they
could bear, that they would wear the other’s shirt. Iker licked his lips. It
only made him wish David was with him even more.
“I want you home.” Was all he said.
“OK, enough sadness, Casillas! Did you get my package?” Iker jumped up, he had
forgot about the package. David had told him he wasn’t allowed to open it until
their next Skype session and that had been over two weeks ago. He sat back down
with the box and grabbed his car keys, opening the package. His jaw dropped. In
the box was lube, a cock ring, and a dildo. Iker looked at David and scoffed.
“Don’t you give me that look. We are playing tonight. Now take your damned
boxers off already so I can bask in your nakedness.” Iker laughed as he stood
up and dropped his boxers, showing David his erection.
David grinned and nodded his head. “There is the Iker I know and love! Now put
the cock ring on.” Iker grabbed the ring from the box and held onto the base of
his cock, brought the ring down and looped it so that it was under his balls
and at the very hilt of his dick. It felt weird, the pressure was dull but he
could feel it. He stroked himself, getting used to the feel of it. David moaned
as he watched Iker. Iker sat and looked at David, who was obviously slowly
jacking himself off.
“What about you? Do you have one as well.” David shook his head.
“No, last time you got to watch me. This is your turn. I am going to watch you
fuck yourself on that dildo.” David grinned, knowing that that got Iker hard.
“I even supplied you with the loot in order to do so. Don’t make me wait all
night.” Iker uncapped the lube and spread some over his fingers. “Up on your
knees, I want to see!” David said, craning his neck at his computer. Iker
turned around, putting his knees on the seat of his chair and leaned his head
on the back of the chair for support. With one hand he spread his cheek to the
side, with the other he pressed his index finger against his entrance, it was
tight as hell. David hissed in pleasure as he watched Iker’s finger enter
himself.
David bit his lip. He wished he was there, he wished he was the one fucking
Iker with his fingers. This wasn’t about pining away though, this was about
watching his boyfriend make himself come as David was only a spectator. Iker
moved his finger in and out slowly, it had been over six months since he was
fucked. “Have you really not been fucked? Not even by Sergio?” Iker removed his
finger and turned his head so he could see David staring at him.
“No, I haven’t. And Sergio just wants to be fucked.” David’s brow creased.
“We will talk about that later. Back to business!” Iker laughed and turned back
around, this time pushing two fingers in. He groaned from the pressure. “Oh
fuck, Iker.” David spat as he jacked himself off as Iker quickened his pace.
Iker scissored himself, showing his ass to David, making his mouth water. To be
there, to taste Iker. That is what David wanted most in the world. He wanted to
say ‘Fuck this scholarship, I am flying to Spain right the fuck now” but he
knew that was not possible. He had made his decision, and that decision had to
do with football. “Now, Iker.” Iker removed his fingers, got the dildo and
slathered on more lube, slicking it up as much as possible.
Iker decided he didn’t want to fuck himself with a dildo in his chair. He
picked the computer up and placed it on his bed, then laid down on his back.
With his knees bent, feet on the bed, he lifted his ass slightly as he aligned
the dildo with his entrance. He pushed in the tip, his head tilted back and he
hissed as he pushed it in farther. The angle was no good. He got on his knees
and placed his head on the bed, with one hand reaching over his back and the
other between his legs he held onto the dildo and plunged it into him,
screaming as he almost blacked out from the pleasure of hitting his G spot head
on. He pushed the dildo in and out in a quick succession, feeling his ass
stretch as he did so. He bit his lip as he thought about David watching him.
It should have made him feel vulnerable, embarrassed to be on his knees alone
in his room, but it didn’t. David wanted to watch him do this, he wanted to
watch him fuck himself. He wanted to come, he wanted to come so bad. He was
sure that if he didn’t have the cock ring on he would have by now, the pressure
was so intense his legs were shaking. His hands were getting tired of pounding
himself but he continued. He would go fast then slow down, then pick up speed
again.
“Oh fuck, Iker. I am coming.” Iker lifted his head and withdrew the dildo. He
wanted to see David’s face as he came, he loved that face so fucking much. Iker
took off the cock ring and a rush so great filled him as he came the hardest he
ever had in his life. He was pretty sure he blacked out from it. He got up and
grabbed a towel to clean himself off. By the time he grabbed his boxers and sat
back on the bed, David had done the same. “You need to do that every night.”
Iker laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t think I could handle that.”
“Next time, I want to be there.” Iker sighed. He laid down on his bed and
grabbed a pillow, resting his head on it as he stared at David. “How is Sergio
holding up?” Iker let out a long dramatic sigh.
“He is so fucked up. I don’t think I am helping the situation.”
“Has he gone back to the clubs at all?” David asked, resting his chin in his
hand and raked his fingers through his hair. Iker licked his lips then shook
his head.
“Not that I know of. I know he went home with Raul and Guti tonight.”
“Better them then a random at the club.” Iker nodded, yawning.
“I just, I can’t bear to think about this coming summer. If Nando blows him off
there, what it would do.”
“Don’t think about that yet, it is only March. And you look like you are about
to fall asleep any second. You wore yourself out!”
“You made me do it!” Iker laughed as he yawned again. “I am sorry, it is almost
4 AM. I have to be up in an hour and a half.” David looked at his clock.
“Shit, I didn’t even realize. Get some sleep.” Iker waved good bye and shut his
computer. He fell asleep almost instantly.
 
Chapter 10: 1st Summer
 
It had become a game, finding places to make out or fuck without getting
caught. So far, Fernando and Sergio had only come close to being caught. One
time, in the woods, David Villa almost stumbled upon Fernando giving Sergio a
blow job. Luckily, David wasn’t paying any attention to where he was walking
because he was too busy stealing a small kiss from David Silva. Fernando and
Sergio had ducked behind some bushes before the other two had seen them.
Fernando covered his mouth to keep from laughing, his adrenaline pumping from
the thrill of almost being caught.
Sergio leaned towards Fernando and nipped at his ear then whispered “I knew
they were fucking.” Fernando snorted then pinched his nose with his fingers to
stop, which only made him laugh harder.
Another time, they were in the showers after their mid-day training. Everyone
had already left and they had been the last ones to leave the field, the last
ones in the showers. It had taken awhile for Pepe to leave, he always took
forever in the shower.
“I don’t understand why it takes him so long, he shaves his head.” Sergio
quipped between kisses. Fernando semi shrugged, too busy jerking Sergio off to
care how long Pepe took in the showers. Sergio had just dropped to his knees
when the door to the locker rooms opened and Del Bosque came in. They separated
quickly, turning so they were facing the showers.
“You boys still in here? Hurry it up.” He said, shaking his head then walking
through the locker rooms to his office. Sergio put his hand against the wall
for support and laughed. Fernando raked his hands through his hair then brought
them to his mouth where he kept them for a moment before dropping them. His
heart was pounding so fast. They needed to be stealthier.
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Sneaking off in the middle of the night is a tough thing to accomplish.
Sneaking off in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen is even harder.
Sergio had Fernando call him pretending to be his mother. Sergio took the
opportunity to need privacy and leave the noisy cabin. Sergio kept the phone up
to his ear long after Fernando hung up to begin his own escape. Sergio added in
“yes mom, I will do that” and nodded and did whatever he thought needed to be
done to keep up the facade. Almost everyone was in his cabin playing poker.
This was a perfect opportunity to sneak off somewhere for a quick fuck. He
slowly began making his way farther and farther from the boisterous cabin,
towards the kitchen. He knew that the only people currently not at poker night
were Fernando and Cesc and they both were staying in one of the two other
cabins besides his own. Cesc never played poker, or stayed up late with them.
He was always the first to go to bed. It would be easy for Fernando to sneak
away. All he had to do was fake watch a movie with his headphones on until Cesc
fell asleep, which had probably already happened. Eventually, people would
wonder where Sergio had run off to. He had folded his hand when he got the call
from his “mother” and said to continue with out him. He guessed they had around
twenty minutes before a search party would be sent out.
When he got a safe distance from the cabin he hung up his phone and broke into
a run. When he arrived to the kitchen he found Fernando sitting with is legs
crossed on one of the preparation tables. He was eating a peach. Sergio licked
his lips as he grabbed onto Fernando’s wrist and brought the peach up to his
mouth, taking a bite. Fernando watched him and grinned. He knew Sergio loved
peaches, he dug through the giant fridge until he found one.
Fernando unfolded his legs so that he could wrap them around Sergio’s body,
bringing him closer. Fernando lifted Sergio’s shirt over him and threw it to
the ground then licked from Sergio’s collar bone up to his adam’s apple. Sergio
put the peach down on the counter and turned his head to capture Fernando’s
lips with a kiss. Fernando squeezed his thighs, tightening his legs around
Sergio, pressing them as close together as possible while they both still wore
their pajama bottoms. Sergio deepened the kiss by cupping Fernando’s face in
his hands. He couldn’t get enough of Nando’s lips, his mouth, his everything.
Fernando grabbed Sergio’s ass and thrust his hips, causing friction between
their erections. Sergio groaned, ending the kiss.
“In a hurry, Nando?” Sergio laughed, nipping at Fernando’s chin. Fernando
grunted as he put more pressure on Sergio’s ass. “Condom?” Sergio asked calmly.
Fernando nodded and got it out of his pocket. Sergio smiled and gave him a peck
on the cheek. “Lay back.”
Fernando did as Sergio asked and laid back on the counter top. He lifted his
ass off the counter so that Sergio could remove his pajama bottoms. Sergio
gasped when he noticed that Fernando was already lubed and stretched, waiting
for him. Fernando had obviously planned for this, had been in the bathroom
while Cesc was getting ready for bed and had stretched himself out. The mere
thought of this realization caused Sergio’s cock to twitch in anticipation.
Sergio pushed his pants down and opened the condom wrapper as fast as he could.
He wanted to make the most out of the short window of time that they had.
Fernando whimpered as Sergio entered him in one swift movement. Sergio held
onto Fernando’s hips and began to thrust. Fernando squirmed under him, letting
Sergio ride him. To pick up momentum, Sergio lifted Fernando’s legs and held
them up. The new angle made Fernando grip the edge of the counter, turning his
knuckles white.
“Sergio, faster.” Fernando quipped. Sergio grunted as he picked up the pace.
Fernando was exhibiting so many lewd noises that Sergio was having a hard time
holding his orgasm at bay. He exited Fernando, dropped his legs and grabbed his
hips. Fernando let out an angry groan at the lack of contact.
“Flip over.” Fernando hopped off the counter, turned around, and bent over.
Sergio reentered Fernando’s tight hole and fucked him hard until he came, which
didn’t take long. Fernando turned back around and sat back on the counter.
Sergio took Fernando in his mouth, lapping up all of the pre-come and using it
as lube to deep throat Fernando’s cock, causing Fernando to come quickly.
Sergio swallowed him up then disposed of the used condom. Fernando was laying
back on the counter catching his breath. Sergio slipped his pants back on and
handed Fernando’s to him. Fernando hopped down from the counter and got
dressed. Sergio nibbled at Fernando’s collar bone and wrapped his arms around
him from behind. Fernando smiled, Sergio knew how to make him feel absolutely
loved. Sergio let Fernando go and got two glasses down for water. He was
putting ice cubes in them when the kitchen door opened. Alvaro and Raul walked
in. Both parties stared in silence for a moment, not expecting to see anyone
else in the kitchen. Alvaro laughed.
“Looks like we weren’t the only hungry ones, Raul!” he said as he walked over
to the cupboards looking for a snack. “ Sergio laughed, filling the glasses
with water. Fernando stood in silence, pondering what would of happened if they
had walked in a few minutes before. Raul looked around the kitchen and frowned.
“What did you guys have to eat?” He asked. Sergio raised his eyebrows at
Fernando who shrugged.
“We were just thirsty, we just got done doing some drills.” Fernando pulled the
lie out of his ass. Sergio stifled a laugh. He wasn’t even wearing shoes.
Alvaro looked wary.
“He’s covering. I just got a bad call from home, we were talking about it and
came in for some water.” Sergio stated. Raul and Alvaro nodded, accepting his
lie.
“Are you going to rejoin the game? You still have a lot of chips left.” Raul
asked. Sergio nodded.
“Yeah, we are heading back now.” Sergio said. All four boys made their way back
to the cabin together.
When they walked into the cabin Iker, Xabi, Xavi, Gerard, Pepe, and David Villa
were sitting around the table. There were three empty seats for Alvaro, Raul,
and Sergio. Iker had folded and he was sitting with his arms crossed and his
face held a frown. It was Xabi’s bet and he was taking his time by fiddling
with his chips. When he raised, Gerard immediately folded his hand and got up.
“Here Fernando, you can take my spot. Pepe I am cashing in.” He said, pushing
his small pile of chips to Pepe who was treasurer. David Villa cracked a joke
that no one laughed at except Pepe who just grinned.
“I am not going to play.” Fernando said as he sat on the closest bottom bunk to
the table. Gerard shrugged as Pepe handed him the mere three dollars and twenty
five cents that he didn’t lose. Gerard chuckled.
“That is a lot better than what I left with last time!” He waved goodnight to
everyone as he left. Sergio reclaimed his spot between Xabi and Iker. David,
Xavi, and Pepe all called Xabi’s raise. David, who was dealing, flipped the
last card over. Xavi sighed then knocked on the table. Pepe did the same. Xabi
raised. David folded. It was down to Xavi, Xabi, and Pepe. After calling Xabi’s
raise the three of them flipped their cards over. Pepe howled in laughter, he
had won the hand with a Four of a Kind. Xavi shook his head, he had a Full
House. Xabi had been bluffing with only two pair.
A phone went off, it was Xabi’s. He jumped, not expecting a phone call. A small
smile escaped as he pushed send.
“This is Xabi.” he said as he stood up, waved his hand as if to say that he was
folding, and walked out of the cabin. Everyone glanced at each other in silence
for a moment. Pepe cleared his throat.
“Nando, you sure you don’t want in?” Fernando laughed.
“No thank you. I don’t need you taking my money.” Pepe snorted.
“Damn straight.”
After a couple of hands Alvaro ran out of chips, Raul cashed his in, David kept
folding so Iker snapped at him which caused David to storm off fuming, and Xavi
had gone to bed in the other cabin. All that were left were Pepe, Iker, Xabi,
and Sergio. Raul and Alvaro were huddled around Alvaro’s computer watching a
movie with headphones on. Fernando was getting sleepy. He had started out
sitting indian style on the bed but had then opted to lay down. Before he knew
it he had drifted off to sleep.
After the game that Pepe ended up winning, Xabi had walked away with ten
dollars since he spent most of the remainder of the game outside on the phone,
where as Iker and Sergio had gone all in and left with nothing. Iker grumbled
as he got ready for bed. Sergio helped Pepe clean up and Xabi walked over to
his bed, where Nando was sleeping. Xabi got a text message. He looked at it and
smiled. He took a picture of Nando curled up in his bed and sent it with a
message that read “Torres is in my bed :(” then put his phone back in his
pocket. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently put his hand on Fernando’s
back and rubbed in circles slowly so he wouldn’t startle his fellow LFC class
mate.
“Nando, mate, you are in my bed.” Xabi whispered. Fernando didn’t stir. Xabi
rolled his eyes and patted Fernando’s back a little. “Nando.” Xabi tried a
little louder. Sergio walked over to the other side of the bed and sat. Sergio
gently tugged on Fernando’s ear then caressed the backside of it for a short
moment. Fernando’s eyes opened and he turned to look at Sergio with a confused
look on his face. Xabi blinked and looked at Sergio. That was not something
that could just randomly be done, Sergio would’ve had to know that was how you
woke Fernando up. Fernando looked at Xabi.
“Is this your bed, Xabi?” He asked as he sat up. “Sorry I didn’t even realize I
was tired.” Xabi shrugged, his phone buzzed. He opened the message and showed
it to Fernando. “Stevie says to get out of my bed.” Xabi chuckled. Fernando
took the phone and laughed as he stood up and stretched.
“I need to call Stevie tomorrow. See how they did in their match yesterday.”
Fernando stated as he handed Xabi back his phone. Sergio got up and walked over
to his bed and got in it, putting on his headphones and picking a playlist to
fall asleep to.
“They won! He said that he and Terry have been getting along, weird right?”
Xabi said as he walked with Fernando to the door. Fernando waved bye to Xabi as
he made his way back to his cabin. Xabi walked over to his his bed, pulled out
his phone and typed “I love you” and sent it. He put his phone on his bed and
walked into the bathroom to take a shower before he went to bed.
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Xabi’s phone buzzed from in his pocket, causing him to smile. He looked around
to see who was paying attention. Raul and Alvaro, the only other people in the
cabin, were on Alvaro’s bed watching a movie not paying any attention to him.
Everyone else was outside playing glow in the dark frisbee. Xabi closed his
book and took his phone out of his pocket. There was a text message from Steven
that read “I need you to be alone”. Xabi immediately felt the text have an
effect on him. He texted Stevie back: “not alone but want to be” then picked
his book back up, willing himself to not get turned on. Being away from Stevie
was causing a problem, the problem being that Stevie seemed to get off on
texting Xabi lewd things until he had to jack off to relieve himself. Normally
Xabi would have no problem with masturbating while thinking of Stevie but it
was hard to be alone, to have the privacy to do so. His phone buzzed again.
Xabi bit his bottom lip and sighed. The message read “if I can find a place so
can you, I need to hear you moan”. Xabi rolled onto his stomach in order to put
pressure on his growing buldge. Xabi decided to bite the bullet by texting back
“Are you already touching yourself?”. Xabi buried his head in his pillow and
groaned. He lifted his head and looked over at Alvaro and Raul, they were
engrossed. Another buzz. Before he read it he looked at the time, everyone had
only been gone for thirty minutes. It was still early. He opened the message.
“you know I am. I wish your mouth was on my cock.” Xabi plopped his head back
down on his pillow and shut his eyes. He could envision Stevie now, with his
pants around his ankles in a bathroom stall, his head leaning against the wall
and his hand on his cock. He was probably licking his lips and yanking on his
balls with his other hand.
Xabi hissed into his pillow, the pressure of his cock from him laying on his
stomach was excruciating. He could feel his heart beating in his temples. He
responded to Steven with: “I want you to fuck my mouth.” Xabi sat up and
adjusted himself. He needed to be alone. Licking his lips he stood up and
walked into the bathroom, phone in hand. He turned on one of the showers then
walked into a bathroom stall and locked the door. Text message received: “god
damnit Xab phone”. Xabi pushed his pajama pants down his thighs, leaned against
the wall and called Steven. He picked up immediately.
“Are you jerking off yet? I want to hear you.” Steven spoke into the receiver.
His voice was shaky and Xabi could hear the familiar sound of Stevie’s hand
working his own wet cock at a fast pace. Xabi loved that sound. Loved the fact
that Stevie was thinking of him as he tugged on himself, it was making himself
crazy over him. Xabi cradled his phone between his chin and shoulder then held
onto the base of his cock and balls with both hands. He breathed into the phone
as he started stroking. Starting off slow he put pressure on his head he
moaned.
Stevie hissed over the receiver at the noises that Xabi was making as he picked
up momentum. “Xab, I know you are standing. I want you on your knees. Put the
phone on speaker on the ground. I won’t talk no more, I just want to hear you
on your knees. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers.” Stevie spoke
rapidly, as if he needed to get the words out, as if he was about to come just
thinking of what he was saying. Xabi dropped to his knees and complied. He put
the phone on speaker and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth,
covering them with spit. He bent over so his face was closer to the speaker and
slipped one of his fingers in his tight hole. He groaned in pleasure as he
began to move his finger in and out. He pushed his own hips back and forth
causing friction. With his other hand he yanked on his balls and slid his hand
up and down his length in the same rhythm as he was fucking his ass. He added a
second finger and gasped.
Xabi could tell that Steven picked up the pace, the noise of his masturbation
sped up as well as his breathing as he listened to Xabi fuck himself. Xabi bit
his lip, pretending that Steven’s fingers were fucking him instead of his own.
He let out a moan, the mere thought of it bringing his climax closer.
“Stevie, I - I - “ Xabi attempted to say between gasps but he came so fast that
he didn’t even have time to tell Stevie that it was happening. He heard Stevie
groan as he came along with him. Xabi wiped the area clean with toilet paper
and flushed it down the toilet. He picked his phone up and took it off speaker
phone. “I love you. I am getting in the shower, I’ll text you when I’m out.”
Stevie responded in kind and hung up. Xabi took his pajama pants the rest of
the way off and put them on the floor. He set his phone on top of his pants and
got in the shower that had already been running for twenty minutes.
Chapter 11 A: LFC
Xabi was walking to Alvaro’s house from school, he had skipped football
practice for the first time ever. He couldn’t face Coach Cobb anymore. The
school year was almost over, they only had one game left, that is all he had to
get through but he didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t safe at school. He had
started skipping classes, the ones where the coach hadn’t called him out of yet
and the ones that he had the least amounts of absences in. Apparently the coach
had been telling his professors that Xabi had been missing his parents and that
Coach Cobb was his mentor and that is why he had been called out of their
classes multiple times. Xabi wanted to hurl.
Instead of going to the library like he normally did, he went and sat in the
auditorium and did his homework. It was peaceful in there, quiet. He was
completely alone and he relished every second of it. Since he lived with Pepe
and Alvaro, had practice and spent his free time with Steven he never really
had any alone time. Xabi decided to lay out all his books on the bare stage and
lay on his stomach to do his homework. He had ended up falling asleep, face in
a book and pencil still in his hand.
It was dark as he was walking to Alvaro’s. He was less than two blocks away
when a car pulled up and slowed down. With his head down he kept walking,
afraid of who it would be. The window rolled down and the familiar sinister
voice floated out towards him.
“Skipping practice now, are we?” Xabi didn’t stop walking. The car crept along
with him. “Xabier Alonso Olano get in the fucking car or your ass will regret
it.” Coach Cobb spat. Xabi opened his phone in his pocket and hit speed dial 1,
Alvaro. Xabi prayed that Alvaro would pick up his phone. Xabi stopped walking.
“No.” Coach Cobb slammed on his breaks and got out of the car. Xabi stepped
back, onto the grass of someones lawn. He hoped that Cobb would start yelling
and cause a commotion. Coach Cobb walked around the car and over to Xabi,
grabbed his wrist and twisted it.
“No, Xabier?” Xabi hissed in pain as the coach added pressure. With his other
hand he gripped Xabi by the back of the neck and squeezed, hard. Xabi almost
crumpled to the ground but the coach pushed him towards his car and let go of
him. Xabi got in and shut the door.
“Where are you taking me?” Coach Cobb grinned as he put the car in drive.
“Well, that would ruin the surprise.” Xabi didn’t like the sound of that. He
contemplated opening the door and rolling out. The coach locked the doors, as
if he knew what Xabi was thinking. “And don’t think you are going to get off
easy for skipping practice and not getting in the car when I told you to.” Xabi
slouched in his seat, making himself as small as possible.
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Steven knew something was up with Xabi. He had been missing a lot of school for
no reason, and now he didn’t show up at practice. Steven rang Xabi, but there
was no answer. He decided not to leave a voicemail. He was pissed off, and he
didn’t want to yell until he knew the reason that Xabi had skipped. He knew
Xabi hadn’t been himself for a while. Not doing school work, losing
weight...Steven sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He punched his
duffel bag, hoping that would release his frustrations. It hadn’t.
Xabi had been pushing him away. It was slow, but he could see it happening. It
was like Xabi closed a door to his emotions and wouldn’t open it back up.
Steven had gone the ‘if you ignore it it will work itself out’ route but that
hadn’t worked in the slightest. Steven’s mind reeled at what could be going on.
He grabbed his bag and walked over to Jamie, Martin, and Daniel, who were
getting ready to go out and play pool.
“Can I join you lads?” Steven asked. He needed to get his mind off of Xabi,
where ever he was. He would text him later and see if Xabi could come out and
meet him somewhere, when he was cooled down. All three of them nodded and said
‘of course, mate!’. That made Stevie smile. He could always count on his
friends to calm his nerves.
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Alvaro saw that Xabi was calling him, he was relieved. He had no idea where he
had been during practice. He figured Xabi had skipped out because of the coach,
but Alvaro knew that in the end it would just piss the coach off more and that
was more dangerous than actually just showing up and suffering through
practice. In the past, Xabi had told him that as long as Stevie was there, he
would be able to handle the coach.
Alvaro answered his phone. What he was hearing was faint, he heard Coach Cobb’s
voice, then Xabi’s. His heart sank, realizing that Xabi had called him for
help. By the muffled sounds Alvaro guessed that Xabi had his phone in his
pocket. Alvaro plugged his free ear with his finger, concentrating on
deciphering what was happening. A knot was forming in Alvaro’s stomach as he
heard the coach tell Xabi that he would ‘enjoy what he had in store’. Xabi was
silent. Alvaro needed to do something, anything. He couldn’t think of anything
to do, except go to Steven. Alvaro shook that idea out of his head. What would
he say? ‘Hey, Stevie... Coach Cobb has your boyfriend and is probably raping
him right the fuck now, just wanted you to know?’. Steven would flip out, not
only that Alvaro knew that he and Xabi were together, but he would think Alvaro
was insane to say something like that about their coach.
Alvaro heard car doors slamming and shuffling around, he assumed that Xabi had
gotten out of a car. Alvaro didn’t know if he could listen to anything happen
to Xabi, but he couldn’t bare to hang up on him. He paced around his room,
hoping to hear something useful. He heard Xabi struggle, then the sound was no
longer muffled.
“Xabier, my patience is dwindling.” There was a dial tone. Alvaro blanched.
Nothing good would come of this. Alvaro immediately called Steven. His phone
went straight to voicemail. He wouldn’t be able to calm down until he knew Xabi
was OK. He grabbed his keys and headed towards his car, he would find Steven
even if it took him all night.
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In between shots, Steven checked his phone and frowned. It had died, he hadn’t
even realized the battery was low. He hoped he didn’t miss a call or text from
Xabi. He and Jamie were currently kicking Martin and Daniel’s asses at 8 ball.
They even had money on the table, not much, but still. It had been a while
since he went out with his friends. Usually in his free time he was sneaking
around with Xabi, this felt good. The only thing that would make it better
would be if Xabi was here with him.
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Alvaro didn’t know where else to look. He was sitting in the parking lot of a
local pub, one of the last places he had on his list. Sometimes the guys came
here to play pool, hopefully Jamie would be here. Jamie would know where Steven
was. Alvaro walked in and spotted the four of his team mates immediately.
Daniel noticed Alvaro come in and look around, he waved him over to them.
Alvaro looked pale and antsy. As Alvaro made his way over to them, his phone
rang and he stopped then ran outside. Daniel thought that was odd, but it was
his turn and all that was left on the table was the 8 ball. It was time to
concentrate.
Alvaro ran outside as he answered the phone, the number was Xabi’s.
“Hello? Xabi?” He asked into the receiver.
“Can you come get me.” Xabi’s voice was quiet. He wasn’t whispering, but he
wasn’t talking at a regular volume either.
“Of course, where are you?” Alvaro walked back into the pub, over to Steven. He
had to tell him, had to bring him to Xabi. He knew Xabi would hate him for it
but he had to, it was ridiculous that Xabi was hiding this from Steven. Steven
looked up and smiled at Alvaro as he walked up.
Xabi gave the address where Cobb had dropped him off. Xabi also heard Steven’s
laugh in the back ground.
“Alvaro, where are you?” His voice was shaking, afraid of the answer.
“At the pub, I have been looking for Steven all night after you called.” Xabi
shook his head repeatedly.
“No, no. Don’t do this to me Alvaro. Don’t fucking do this. Just come get me.
Please tell me you didn’t tell him.” Alvaro didn’t hear Xabi’s words, but
Steven did.
“Xab? Don’t tell who what? Alvaro just handed me his phone.” Xabi bit his lip,
holding back a sob. Alvaro betrayed him. He just wanted to go home, whose home
he didn’t know, but he wanted a bed. A bed and a shower.
“Don’t tell you... that I am lost. I called Alvaro so he would come get me.”
Steven looked at Alvaro and handed him his cue.
“Xab, don’t lie to me. You are horrible at lying.” Xabi laughed, despite of
himself. If only Steven knew. Xabi’s laugh brought a small smile to Steven’s
lips before it dropped. “Where were you at practice? I called you earlier, now
my phone’s dead. Why didn’t you tell me you were skipping?”
“I didn’t know I was until I didn’t go.”
“Don’t do this, we only have one game left-”
“I know. I just needed to breathe.” Steven’s brow furrowed. He didn’t
understand. “Can you give Alvaro his phone, I am freezing and I want to be
picked up so I can have a warm shower.” Steven looked around him, Martin and
Jamie were watching him on the phone. He had to be careful what he said. They
would have to talk later.
“Call me later, when you’re all washed up.” He handed the phone back to Alvaro.
Alvaro looked at him like he expected something. “He said he wants to be picked
up.” Alvaro put his ear up to the phone.
“What the fuck, Xabi-” He started.
“Don’t even.” Xabi said as he hung up the phone. Alvaro put his phone in his
pocket and turned back to Steven.
“I think you should go get Xabi.” Steven looked at him, then side-eyed the
other boys. His eyes narrowed. Alvaro wouldn’t look him in the eye. Xabi was
going to kill him, but Steven needed to know what was happening to him, he knew
Steven would want to know. Alvaro went and got a napkin and wrote the address
down for Steven, then handed it to him. Steven just looked at it.
“You’re not telling me something.” Was all he said as he walked out of the bar
and got in his car. Alvaro said goodnight to the guys and headed home, to wait
for Xabi.
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Xabi waited at the coffee shop that he told Alvaro to pick him up from. He
didn’t want to talk, and he knew that Alvaro would have a million questions
once again. Calling him had been a bad idea. As if skipping class then refusing
to get in the car was bad enough, Cobb finding out that he was on the phone had
been the worst decision he could’ve possibly made. He was in pain, he ached all
over, and worst of all he couldn’t sit. He was standing at the bar, waiting for
his coffee when the door opened. Xabi looked over and his jaw opened slightly,
standing in the doorway was Steven. Xabi’s stomach sank. How could Alvaro do
this to him.
Steven looked around the shop and his eyes fell onto Xabi, who looked shocked
to see him. He put his hands in his pockets and walked over. He wanted to lean
in and kiss him, to hug him and tell him that he suddenly didn’t give a rats
ass why he skipped practice, but he couldn’t. Instead he bent over and grabbed
Xabi’s backpack and put it over his shoulder.
He started walking, looking over his shoulder to see if Xabi was following. He
was, but his head was down, his eyes cast to the floor as they walked outside.
As soon as they were in the car Steven leaned over for a chaste kiss. Xabi fell
into the kiss, letting it consume him, even if it was just a short peck. He
badly needed that kiss, no matter how upset he was that Steven was the one that
picked him up, that Steven was the one that saw him like this. He didn’t know
how he looked but he knew how he felt, totally debauched. That had been the
roughest that Coach Cobb had been on him yet, and he practically tore him in
two. Xabi reached for Steven’s hand and entwined his fingers in his as they
drove towards Alvaro’s house. Xabi was in so much pain from sitting he could
barely contain himself.
“Xab, what’s going on, lad?” Steven asked, his eyes on the road. Xabi shifted,
immediately regretting it. He held in a yelp. He let out what hoped to sound
like a sigh.
“I just needed to breathe.”
“You said that earlier, but I don’t know what that means.” Steven squeezed
Xabi’s hand, reassuringly. It made everything more difficult. Xabi couldn’t
tell him what was just done to him, he was surprised that Steven couldn’t tell
that he reeked of sex.
“I don’t even know, I just know that I want to go to sleep and forget about
today.” Xabi hoped Steven wouldn’t press the matter, let alone try to fuck him
tonight. He knew if he did, he was in deep shit. They were at a stop light.
Steven looked at him, Xabi wanted to know what he was thinking. His eyes were
so loving, so full of warmth.
Steven didn’t like seeing Xabi like this. He was closed off and didn’t want to
talk to him. His body language was so... not Xabi. He had so many questions but
he just let them slip away. What ever was bothering Xabi was something he
wasn’t ready to talk about, and Steven knew that Xabi knew that he could tell
Steven anything. When Steven didn’t say anything, Xabi sighed again.
“I am just really homesick and I can’t deal right now.” Steven believed him. It
made sense to him, being distant because he missed his family, becoming
disinterested in something he loved.
“Are you going to get to see them before camp starts? Isn’t camp in Madrid?”
Steven asked, rubbing his thumb in circles over Xabi’s hand. Xabi felt himself
tearing up as he thought about how nice Steven was being, how he wasn’t asking
about why he skipped, or where he was, or who he was with. He knew that Steven
wanted to ask him, that it was on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t know why
he hadn’t said anything. Xabi nodded.
“I will have a couple of days between school letting out and the beginning of
camp. I am glad it is soon.” What Xabi wanted to say was ‘I wish I could let
you fuck me right now because I just want to be close to you and I am leaving
soon, but I don’t think I will be alright in time’. Steven smiled, Xabi could
tell he was sad. “I am going to miss you.”
“I wish you would tell me what was bothering you, I mean besides your family. I
know there is more.” Xabi bit his lip and looked at his hand that was wrapped
him Steven’s. “Just promise me that you will tell me, not now, just when you
are ready.” Xabi nodded, then looked out the window.
Steven dropped Xabi off in front of Alvaro’s house. He kissed him, brushed his
lips across his cheek and then his forehead. He wanted his Xabi back.
Xabi walked into the Arbeloa household to Mrs. Arbeloa asking him if he wanted
to eat, he politely declined. Xabi walked up the stairs and right into the
bathroom and shut the door. He stood for a couple of minutes, not moving. He
refused to look in the mirror, knowing that he wouldn’t like what he saw.
When he got into the shower, blood slowly trickled down his leg. His lip
quivered, he shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing. He cleaned himself
then got out of the shower. He looked in the medicine cabinet for gauze and
ointment, which he found. He carefully hopped up on the sink, on his knees, and
turned so his ass was towards the mirror. The bruising was immense. He shook
his head and touched the cut that ran along the crease of his ass cheek. He
slathered ointment on it then covered it with gauze, taping it in place. He
climbed down and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist. He picked up
his pants and noticed the blood stain. He quickly ran it under cold water,
scrubbing as much of the blood out as possible.
Then he brushed his teeth, twice. He couldn’t get the taste of come out of his
mouth. He used mouth wash three times. He felt so dirty, used, violated. More
so than normal. The cut stung with every step he took, he knew that was why the
coach did it. To make sure that Xabi thought of him every time he moved.
He walked into his and Alvaro’s room, expecting Alvaro to be waiting for him.
He wasn’t. Relief washed over him as he put the dirty clothes into the hamper.
He wasn’t ready to talk, and he knew Alvaro would want to. He quickly changed
into his pajamas, covering as much of his body as he could even though it was
May and hot. There was a quiet knock at the door before Alvaro walked in
carrying a tray with sandwiches. Xabi’s stomach growled but he refused the
food, knowing he would just wretch it up if he put anything in his mouth.
Alvaro sat on his bed with his hands in lap, unsure of where to begin.
“I am sorry.” He said, the quietest he has ever sounded in his entire life.
“When you called me I panicked. Xabi... he needs to know. You know you need to
tell him.” Xabi stood by his bed, not wanting to sit even though he was
exhausted.
“No.” Alvaro winced at the inflection in Xabi’s voice. Alvaro noticed how Xabi
was refusing to sit.
“What happened when he hung up the phone?” Xabi sighed.
“It was the worst it has been so far. I shouldn’t have resisted getting in the
car.” Xabi shut his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “He
pretty much ripped me open.” Alvaro didn’t look up at Xabi, he was staring at
the floor. “I can’t sit, its too painful.” His voice was even, calm, as if he
was talking about the weather.
“Has he... done that before?” Alvaro was afraid to ask. Xabi shrugged. Alvaro
didn’t like this, Xabi was closing down, he was cutting himself off
emotionally. “Xabi, you need to talk about things, you need to get it out and
not bottle it up-” Xabi pushed himself off the wall and flopped down onto his
bed, burying his head in his pillow.
“Why would you send Stevie.” Xabi’s voice was shaking. “I can’t keep lying to
him. I am breaking my own heart every time I do it.”
“What do you think will happen when he finds out that you’ve been raped? Do you
think he is going to just let Cobb do this to you?” Alvaro stood up and walked
over to Xabi’s bed and sat. Xabi was pulling at his hair, clearly getting
frustrated with the conversation.
“He would go nuts. I know he would. I see it in his eyes, he has so many
questions. Why does he trust me so much?” Xabi bit his lip and buried his head
in his pillow again. “I want to fucking roll over but I can’t.” Xabi let out a
laugh. Alvaro thought he was being rather light hearted about what had just
happened to him, but he supposed that Xabi had to get through it somehow.
“Alvaro, I am exhausted. I need to sleep. This cut on my ass hurts like a bitch
though.” Alvaro raised his eye brows.
“Cut?” Xabi froze. Apparently he hadn’t meant to say that. He averted Alvaro’s
gaze. “Xabi. What cut.” Xabi shook his head. “Now isn’t the time to hid things.
What did he do?”
“He gets off on hurting me.” Xabi said, his voice was soft. “He never cut me
before though. I washed it, it will be fine.” Alvaro looked at Xabi’s ass over
his pajamas.
“This needs to stop.”
“It will. School is almost over for the summer.
“What about next year, Xabi?” Alvaro stood up, getting back on his bed. Xabi
shrugged.
“As long as I have Steven, I will be fine.”
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Steven was furious. The more he thought about the situation, the most pissed
off he became. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend, the one who was overbearing
and possessive. The one who kept calling to see where his boyfriend was, texted
him endlessly because he didn’t trust him. But he could see that that was who
he was becoming. Xabi’s secrets were driving him mad. Xabi would disappear for
hours at a time when they would normally be together, and whenever he popped up
he wasn’t in the mood to talk to Steven, let alone do anything with him.
There was no way this was about Xabi’s family. Pepe had said that Xabi hadn’t
spent the night at his house in weeks, that he had been solely staying at
Alvaro’s. That coupled with how odd Alvaro was acting and how he showed up and
told Steven to go get Xabi like Xabi was hiding something from him was more
than he could take.
Whenever he was around Xabi those feelings were pushed aside, he knew that if
he acted out that would push Xabi further away. But now that he was alone, he
was irate. Something was wrong. He wanted to know what. In the back of his mind
only one thing kept popping up, and that was that Xabi was cheating on him.
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After the last game, which they won, Steven couldn’t find Xabi. He had waited
for him in the locker rooms, but Xabi had disappeared. He called his phone,
there was no answer. He couldn’t call anyone asking if Xabi was with them, that
would be suspicious and weird. He thought about calling Alvaro, but if Alvaro
was the one that Xabi was cheating on him with that wouldn’t make any sense to
call him. Steven almost gave up and left when Xabi and Alvaro walked into the
locker rooms, Alvaro’s arms were around Xabi.
Alvaro was holding Xabi up, he was barely able to walk. The coach had wanted to
say “goodbye” to Xabi and Alvaro had walked in on them. He wanted to make sure
nothing else happened to Xabi, he wanted it over with. He couldn’t believe what
he had just seen. Xabi had only been missing for a few minutes but the damage
had been done. Xabi needed to get in the shower immediately. Alvaro froze when
he saw Steven staring at him. Alvaro realized that it looks like he is hugging
Xabi. But if he let go, then Xabi would surely fall. Xabi looked up, wondering
why they had stopped walking. When his eyes fell on Steven his breath caught in
his throat. Steven was walking towards them.
Steven glared at Alvaro, then he looked at the state of Xabi. He was confused,
something wasn’t right. But his temper was getting the better of him.
“What the fuck, mate?” He spat at Alvaro. He didn’t care if someone knew he was
dating Xabi, if Xabi had cheated on him with Alvaro, then surely Alvaro would
know that he and Xabi were together first. First. Steven blanched. The thought
of Xabi cheating on him almost made him sick. Steven looked at Xabi again as he
waited for a reply. Xabi was looking at him, his eyes were pleading for
something. Now was not the time to be patient.
“Steven, I can explain-” Xabi spoke up. Steven held his hand up then looked
back at Alvaro who was looking at Xabi.
“I am not sure what to say.” Alvaro said, still holding onto Xabi. Steven
clenched his fists together.
“I need to talk to you alone, Xabi.” He spat. Xabi flinched at the inflection
of Steven’s voice. He pushed himself off of Alvaro and stood on his own. His
legs were shaking, he needed to sit, but he couldn’t sit down. Alvaro didn’t
move. Xabi stared at him.
“Leave.” He told him. Alvaro didn’t stop staring at Xabi as he left, he went
and sat out in his car, just to make sure Xabi would be alright. Now that they
were alone Steven couldn’t look Xabi in the eye. His breathing was uneven, he
couldn’t unclench his fists. Xabi didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t really
move for fear of screaming out in pain. “Stevie-”
“Are you cheating on me?” Steven asked, closing his eyes as he waited for an
answer. Xabi was wide eyed. He didn’t know how to answer. Technically, he was.
But it wasn’t voluntary. His lip quivered.
“I, um. I don’t know how-”
“How can you not know?” Steven glared at him. He felt betrayed. He had hoped it
had all been in his head, hoped that Xabi wouldn’t dare to do that to him.
“No, Steven I am not cheating.” Emotionally. Xabi wanted to add that on the end
but he knew that wouldn’t help matters at all. Steven didn’t believe him, it
was written all over his face. Steven’s face contorted as his eyes filled with
tears that didn’t fall.
“Then why does your mouth look like it just sucked off someone, then?” Steven
turned around and ran his hands over his face. Xabi concentrated on breathing,
otherwise he would start to hyperventilate. Steven knew. He probably smelled
the sex on him. He thinks he cheated on him with Alvaro. Xabi shook his head.
“It’s not like that-”
“Swear to me that you aren’t fucking Alvaro.” Xabi sighed.
“I swear I am not fucking him, he isn’t fucking me, I swear. Steven I fucking
love you please trust me.” Steven turned back around and looked at him. His
resolve diminished. Xabi looked like hell, he looked like he was about to fall
over in exhaustion. Xabi held onto the wall for support. Steven stepped closer.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Xabi shook his head.
“Alvaro was helping me walk, I fainted after the match... I sort of haven’t
been eating. Can you drive me to Pepe’s?” Steven smiled. He would gladly take
him to Pepe’s. “I need to ask him if I can first...” Xabi said, biting his lip.
“I’ll get your duffel bag. Do you have an energy bar?” Steven asked over his
shoulder as he walked to Xabi’s locker. Xabi texted Alvaro and said not to wait
for him and that he was going to Pepe’s, then he called Pepe.
“No, I don’t have an energy bar.... Hey Pepe, it’s Xabi. Can I sleep over?
Thanks.” Xabi hung up as Steven walked over with his bag. “Pepe said yeah and
now we can have a party...” Xabi laughed lightly. Steven grinned.
“Not until you eat. We can stop and get you some chips.” Steven put his free
arm around Xabi’s waist to carry some of the weight. Xabi clung to Steven’s
neck as they walked. He knew that their bond of trust had been broken, and this
wasn’t over yet.
Chapter 12: 2nd Summer
The first night at the hotel had gone as planned. Iker had arranged to room
with Sergio so that he would be able to leave and sleep in David’s room. That
left Sergio free to call Fernando into his room, leaving Xabi roommate-less,
which is what he wanted anyways. As long as they were all in a room at 10 PM
when check ins were, they should be golden. At around that time, after the
rooms were semi-checked, they would be taped into said room. That way if they
opened the door to sneak out, the chaperones would know because they couldn’t
reseal the door from the inside.
Iker was safe in David’s room. They hadn’t seen each other since David moved
away, almost ten months prior. Iker had barely knocked on the door before David
swung it open, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him into the room. They
immediately hugged. Iker buried his face in the nook between David’s neck and
shoulder, breathing him in. When they broke apart, Iker noticed they weren’t
alone in the room. Steven Gerrard was sitting on his bed, tying his shoes.
David slipped his hand into Iker’s back pocket and squeezed his ass.
“Iker, have you met Steven?” Iker shook his head. Steven nodded at him as a
hello as he stood up and walked over, a congenial smile spread across his face
as he held out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, mate. You two have loads of fun while I’m out. Don’t fuck on
me bed.” He clapped Iker on the back then waved goodbye, then he was gone.
David’s mouth was on his so fast he didn’t even have time to breathe
beforehand. They fell into their rhythm with ease, they seamlessly took off
each other’s clothes as they slowly made their way to David’s bed. Iker fell
onto his back, letting David climb on top of him, his legs straddling him.
“Where is Steven staying?” Iker asked in between kisses. David shrugged.
“Not sure, he’s been off since...” David trailed off as he nipped at Iker jaw,
then his ear, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck to his shoulder.
“He and Xabi broke up.” Iker added in. David sat up, his hands on Iker’s chest.
“So you know. Did Xabi say why he broke up with him?” Iker’s hands were on
David’s thighs, gently rubbing up and down. Iker looked up at David, confused.
“By how Xabi reacted I thought Steven broke up with him. They haven’t told me
anything except they are coming to Real.” David’s jaw dropped.
“They? Alvaro and Xabi are both going to Real?” Iker nodded, cocking his head
to the side as David tried to get off of him. Iker held onto David’s ass, not
letting him off him. David bent down and kissed Iker on the lips before he
gently smacked his cheek. “Let me up, we are getting Stevie back up here right
the fuck now.” Iker groaned as David got up to get his phone.
“Can’t we fuck first?” Iker said, still laying on the bed, but was now propped
up by his elbows.
“You do know that Steven thinks that Xabi was cheating on him with Alvaro,
right?” David said as he dialed the number, grabbed his pants, then threw
Iker’s at him. Iker shook his head. Things really weren’t making sense.
“David, Xabi was a fucking mess that night. I walked in and he was like... I
can’t describe how much he was crying. He made himself sick.” David’s face
looked sad.
“Steven wasn’t doing too well himself. I mean I didn’t see him cry. I don’t
think anyone knows anything happened but me and that’s because he knows we are
together.... Hey Stevie it’s David, I think you should come back up here. Iker
just said something offhandedly to me and I think that you need to hear it.”
David was silent as Stevie talked. “OK. Don’t worry we have clothes on.
Alright.” David hung up the phone and walked back to Iker and reclaimed his
place on his lap. “We have five minutes as Stevie catches an elevator back up
here. Let’s use it wisely.”
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Xabi had the room to himself. Fernando just left, he hadn’t even unpacked his
things. Xabi was restless. He couldn’t get comfortable. He paced around the
room, checked his phone, took a shower, checked his phone, attempted to
read..... He was sitting in his pajamas, his head in his hands. He was a bundle
of nerves. There was no escape tomorrow. Steven didn’t trust him, Steven
thought he would rather be with someone else who wasn’t him. Now he didn’t have
Steven anymore. Everything that had happened to him, he kept telling himself
everything was alright because he still had Steven. Steven was his rock, his
safe haven. It was gone.
Xabi didn’t know the last time he had eaten anything. He knew he should eat, he
just didn’t want to. He wanted to control something, feel something. Feeling
the hunger meant more to him than anything right now because it told him he was
still alive. He couldn’t stand the sight of food. It reminded him of Coach
Cobb, and how he couldn’t hold his food down after he touched him. Xabi closed
his eyes. He tried not to think about the coach. It wasn’t working. All he
could see were his hands on him, his teeth scraping his skin, his ugly hateful
dick. Xabi held his mouth shut, his stomach grumbled.
His phone buzzed. He opened his eyes and let go of his mouth, uncurling his
body from the position it was in. He walked over to the desk where he sat the
phone and looked at the ID, it was Steven. Xabi’s lip quivered slightly as he
hit ignore. He didn’t want to yell, he didn’t want to fight, he just wanted
silence. He wanted his life back. He wanted Steven. He wanted to be held. But
being held or touched by anyone was tainted now. Every touch by someone sent
him into an internal fit of repulsion. He was broken. His phone beeped, Steven
had left a message.
Xabi picked his phone back up and called his voicemail. He contemplated
deleting it as soon as the message started but his willpower faded as soon as
he heard Steven’s voice.
“Lad, I am on my way to Jamie’s room for the night and I just... Have a good
match tomorrow, Xab. Oh Shite, David’s on the other line. Xab- Xabi I … fuck.”
The message ended. Xabi was standing in his room, alone with one hand covering
his mouth while the other held his phone limply up to his ear. His eyes filled
with tears, his emotions were getting the better of him again. He didn’t know
how he would deal with tomorrow. But he needed some sleeping pills immediately.
He texted Cesc, hoping that he was still awake. Luckily, he was and texted back
right away telling him to hurry before curfew.
Cesc invited him in for a moment while he got the pills from his overnight bag.
“Can’t get to sleep?” Cesc asked as he waded through his things. Xabi shook his
head.
“I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.” Cesc nodded, understanding what
that was like. He found the bottle and opened it, giving Xabi three pills.
“For the next couple of nights. Make sure you have at least eight hours before
you need to wake up when you take them.” Xabi nodded, immediately putting one
in his mouth and dry swallowing it. “Xabi, you don’t look like you feel very
well.” Xabi shrugged.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind.” Cesc frowned. “Thanks a lot for the pills, I’m
going to go get ready for bed so I don’t pass out on the floor.” Cesc smiled
and laughed.
“Have a good night.”
When Xabi got back to his room he washed his face and brushed his teeth then
got into bed to read until he passed out. He got ten pages in when his phone
rang, it was Steven again. His chest constricted. He hit ignore, sending Steven
straight to his voicemail. With in moments his phone buzzed, letting him know
he had a message. Xabi bit his lip, caving immediately. He put his phone up to
his ear so he could hear the voicemail.
“Xab, you really fucking meant it, didn’t you. About leaving? You’re going to
fucking Real? With Alvaro? Shit, I can’t do this. I fucking just want to talk
to you, none of this ignoring my calls. We need to talk Xabi, I don’t
understand.” Steven’s voice was strained and quiet as if he was trying his
hardest not to start yelling. Steven sighed audibly. “I fucking... goddamn it
Xab. Don’t leave me.” He hung up. Xabi’s eyes watered. Steven knew he was
leaving. He was hoping that he wouldn’t find out until after the game, after
they weren’t around each other. Xabi closed his book and turned off the lights,
he wanted to disappear.
 
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Fernando knocked softly on Sergio’s door repeatedly as he waited for him to
answer. When he did, Fernando saw that he had just gotten out of the shower,
the towel still wrapped around his waist and his hair was soaking wet. Fernando
slid in as Sergio shut the door. A drop of water was trailing down Sergio’s
chest, Fernando leaned down and licked it off of him. The moan that escaped
from Sergio made Fernando grin as he made his way up Sergio’s neck with his
tongue, planting wet kisses along the way. Sergio grabbed onto Fernando’s arms
and pinned him to the wall and captured his mouth in a kiss. Fernando wanted
his hands free so that he could tug on Sergio’s hair, but he wasn’t letting him
go. Fernando whimpered as Sergio nipped at his jaw, then nuzzled against his
neck.
“If you don’t let me touch you I will-” Sergio grinned.
“You’ll what?” Fernando pouted. Sergio threw his head back and laughed as he
loosened his grip on Fernando. Fernando pushed himself off the wall and trailed
his fingers over Sergio’s abdomen. Sergio reached his hands up to tie his hair
back but Fernando reached up and stopped him.
“No, I want it down.” He said, taking Sergio’s wrist in his hand then bringing
his fingers up to his lips. He took Sergio’s index and middle fingers into his
mouth and swirled his tongue around them, watching Sergio’s reaction as he did
it. Sergio’s pupils were completely dark, he licked his lips as he watched his
fingers move in and out of Fernando’s mouth. It was torture, beautiful torture.
Sergio reached his free hand down and dropped the towel from his waist.
Fernando knew Sergio wanted him to give him a blow job but he had other ideas.
Fernando walked around Sergio and began stripping his clothes off. He rolled
onto the bed and buried his face in one of the pillows. Sergio joined him on
the bed, wrapping his arms and legs around Fernando’s body. Fernando reached
his hands out and ran his fingers through Sergio’s hair as he nuzzled his neck,
breathing him in. Fernando shifted so they were laying chest to chest, legs
intertwined. They just laid there for a moment, staring at each other.
“We haven’t slept in a bed together since our first time.” Fernando said,
remembering when Sergio had fucked him on a small bunk bed. Sergio smiled. Now
they were laying in a full sized bed with lots of space. Sergio kissed him.
“We will tonight.” Sergio said as he kissed him again, this time with more
urgency. Fernando tightened his grip on Sergio’s hair, knowing he liked it to
be pulled. Sergio moaned into Fernando’s mouth as he began moving his hips
slowly. Fernando reached between them and grabbed them both at the same time
and began stroking their cocks together. Sergio’s hips bucked, causing more
friction between them. Fernando bit Sergio’s lip before he continued kissing
him. Sergio broke the kiss, reached behind him, twisting his body around to get
at the nightstand where he placed the lube and condoms. Fernando untangled his
legs and sat straddling Sergio, grabbed the lube and condoms from him and
opened the small bottle. He squeezing a small amount onto his fingers then
capped it back in place.
Fernando surprised Sergio by reaching behind him and stretching himself out.
Sergio’s jaw dropped as he moaned at the sight of Fernando, on his knees
straddling him and riding his own fingers. Fernando’s head was thrown back, his
mouth was opened, eyes closed. His free hand, which had the condom in it, was
on Sergio’s chest for support as his hips met his fingers thrust for thrust.
When Fernando was ready, he ripped open the condom with his teeth, placed it on
the tip of Sergio’s cock, then slid his mouth down Sergio’s shaft, placing the
condom on him. Sergio bit his lip at the sight. He was ready to come just from
watching Fernando. Sergio lifted his hands and placed them on Fernando’s waist
as Fernando grabbed Sergio’s cock and lined himself up.
Fernando sank down, letting Sergio fill him completely. He placed both of his
hands on Sergio’s chest as he began rocking back and forth, setting his own
rhythm. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of Sergio’s chest, and
kissed him. He wanted to stay like this forever, being in a bed, not sneaking
around, not being quiet. He wanted Sergio.
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Fernando was in the shower when his phone rang, waking Sergio up. He stretched
across the bed and answered it, assuming it was someone on the team. He was met
with a girls voice.
“Hey baby, I was just wishing you good luck during your game.” Sergio sat up
and looked at the caller ID.
“This isn’t Fernando, sorry he is in the shower.” Sergio said as he got out of
bed, grabbed a pair of boxers, then walked to the bathroom.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Can you just tell him his girlfriend called?” Sergio swallowed.
“Uh...sure, no problem.” He hung up the phone, put his boxers on and then
walked into the bathroom where the water was still running. Sergio leaned
against the sink and waited for the water to turn off. His mind was reeling,
going at a million miles per hour. Fernando had a girlfriend. He was cheating
on his girlfriend with him. His arms were crossed, his head was down.
Fernando stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. He
titled his head as he noticed Sergio just standing there. He walked over and
placed a kiss on his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. Sergio handed Fernando his phone.
“Your girlfriend just called to wish you good luck today.” He stated.
Fernando’s face was still, it showed no emotion. Fernando took his phone. “I’m
not doing this.” Sergio pushed himself away from the sink and walked back in
the room, picking up Fernando’s clothes that he had striped off the night
before. Fernando followed him.
“I didn’t mean to-” Sergio turned around and glared at him.
“You didn’t think, did you? Didn’t think about how I felt, or how much damage
you did when you didn’t call. You can’t have both, Fernando.” Sergio spat as he
gave Fernando his clothes. “I am sick of being everyone’s sloppy seconds. You
have to choose.” Sergio walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. Fernando
threw his clothes onto the floor and walked up to the door.
“Fine, I fucking choose her.” He said vehemently. He got dressed as quickly as
possible then left. As soon as Sergio heard the door slam he walked out into
the room and looked around. His room was tidy, he always kept his things in
order whenever he traveled. He suddenly got the urge to throw his things all
over the room, he wanted to punch something. There were a few hours before the
game, he had to get ready.
When Sergio got out of the shower he was met by Iker who was changing into his
warm up clothes. Sergio had a towel around him, he had pulled hair back into a
pony tail. Iker smiled when Sergio walked in.
“How’d it go?” Iker asked as sat to put socks on. Sergio sniffed then ran one
of his hands over his face. Iker’s smile faded.
“He has a girlfriend.” Iker stared at Sergio, disbelievingly.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking.” Sergio shook his head, walking over to Iker.
“Iker...” Sergio pushed Iker onto his back, took his towel off, and straddled
him. Iker leaned back, his elbows supporting him. He closed his eyes. He knew
what Sergio wanted, he needed to feel validated, to feel wanted. If Iker didn’t
help him, who would? Sergio bent over and captured Iker’s lips in a desperate
kiss. Sergio’s hands slid underneath Iker’s shirt then down until they cupped
Iker’s crotch. Iker ended the kiss by turning his head away.
“Nene, we can’t do this. I can’t do this when David is here.” Sergio got off of
Iker and walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Iker stayed still for a
moment before getting up and knocking on the bathroom door. “Sergio come back
out here. Don’t do this to yourself.” Sergio opened the door and slid past
Iker, grabbed some clothes then walked back into the bathroom and shut the door
again. Iker rolled his eyes. “I will see you on the bus. I am going to Pepe’s
room.”
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There was so much tension in the locker room before the match that you could
cut it with a knife. Xabi thought he might be sick at any moment, Fernando
couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he had fucked up, Iker was busy worrying
about Xabi and Stevie and how Sergio was acting.
Sergio was acting as if everything was OK, as if nothing had happened at all.
He had turned the music on like he normally did, he danced around the room with
Pepe and Gerard as everyone got ready. Iker seemed to be the only one that knew
what was going on. Xabi and Fernando were almost always really quiet before
games so nothing would seem off unless you knew what was going on. Iker watched
Alvaro walk over to Xabi and sit on the bench in front of his locker. Iker
closed his eyes. This was going to be a tough game.
Everyone lined up to walk out onto the field, Xabi looked straight ahead, not
wanting to even look at the other team. He bounced in place, warming up his
muscles more. He felt someone touch his arm lightly, he flinched as he looked
and saw Steven. Butterflies immediately formed in his stomach. He looked
amazing, his eyes were a piercing blue and his lips were perfect. Xabi’s mouth
went dry.
Steven couldn’t form words. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt the urge to
walk up to Xabi, he needed to touch him, to make sure he knew that they needed
to talk after the game. The first thing Steven noticed was how thin Xabi
looked, bare boned. He didn’t normally look that lanky, he had lost more
weight. The second thing Steven noticed was how dead his eyes were, there was
no spark to them at all. Steven wanted to make things better for Xabi, but he
no longer had that privilege. Steve stuck out his hand for Xabi to shake, a
polite way of saying good luck. Xabi looked down and took his hand and shook it
half heartedly before dropping it. On his way back to his line he went up to
Fernando and gave him a quick pat on the back, Fernando returned the favor.
By the time the whistle blew, Fernando’s head was anywhere but the game. He
could feel himself jogging down the field and watching the game play but he
just wasn’t there. His mind wouldn’t leave him alone, he couldn’t stop
thinking. He kept replaying everything over and over. He really hadn’t thought
about what this past year had done to Sergio, and he honestly still had no
idea. They never talked, they never discussed anything. When ever they were
alone it was if they both intoxicated each other and they couldn’t stop
touching, even for a moment. Fernando scuffed his boot into the grass. He had
chosen Olalla. He chose 9 months of being with someone he liked over being with
Sergio for the summers, over being with the person he actually wanted to be
with. He shook his head and tried to concentrate, the ball was heading back
into the other teams half, he needed to get his head in the game.
Sergio couldn’t stop tackling. Each time he did it, it got more and more
aggressive. He was almost positive he would end up with at least a yellow. He
knew he needed to calm down, but he just couldn’t will himself to do it. He
felt a rush every time he slid and blocked the other team. He ran as fast as he
could as he defended their goal. When ever his foot connected with the ball he
passed it flawlessly, but he wasn’t satisfied.
Steven couldn’t stop searching the field for Xabi. Whenever he got the ball he
found himself trying to find him, to pass him the ball. He had to stop himself,
had to make sure he didn’t pass to the other team. He watched Xabi skip down
the field towards the ball, Steven couldn’t help but smile. He loved the way
Xabi slowed down into a jog, how his arms flailed about as he ran, how he stood
right before he took a free kick or a corner. Steven’s mind was reeling as he
got the ball and made it past Xabi who came in for a tackle. He passed the ball
to a team mate who had a shot on goal, but missed. He turned his head back to
look at Xabi but Xabi wasn’t paying attention to him, he was watching the ball.
Steven attempted to do the same.
Xabi didn’t feel well. He felt lightheaded and his ears were ringing slightly.
He looked around at everyone, he couldn’t concentrate on the ball. He stopped
jogging and bent over, trying to catch his breath. He stood back up and put his
hands on his hips, he was hyperventilating.
Out of the corner of his eye, Steven saw Xabi drop to the ground. Game play
hadn’t stopped yet, but he ran over immediately and fell to his knees and
looked him over. He was unconscious. Steven looked up at the referees and waved
his hands. People on both teams did the same, Fernando kicked the ball out of
play. Steven grabbed Xabi’s wrist and felt for his pulse, his hands were clammy
and cold. He cupped Xabi’s face in his hands and said his name. Two physios
came running up, they immediately called for a stretcher. They pushed Steven
out of the way in order to get to Xabi. Steven said his name again, Xabi’s eyes
opened and found Steven’s immediately. Xabi tried to sit up, he looked up at
everyone, realizing what had happened. He had fainted from over exertion and
from not eating. His head was pounding. He pushed the physios off of him.
“I don’t want a stretcher.” He said weakly. “I can get up myself.” He pushed
himself up, his knees shaking slightly. Everyone was still surrounding him.
They were leading him off the field. He looked a head and he saw Cesc Fabregas
doing a last minute warm up, they were going to sub him off. He turned his head
around and looked at Steven, he looked worried. Xabi gave everyone a small
thumbs up and then clapped as he walked off the field. Cesc gave him a peck on
the cheek before he jogged onto the field. The physios led Xabi into a
treatment room, really he just wanted fade away.
Steven watched Xabi give a thumbs up then clap as he left. Xabi had looked
pale, he had fainted. Steven looked at Iker, who had come out of his goal
during the commotion. Iker jogged over to him quickly and patted his back
before he ran to his goal. It was meant to be comforting, but it ended up
making him feel worse.
By the second half Fernando had completely shut down. He paced the field as the
ball was in his team’s half. He knew he had acted rashly, he hadn’t thought
before he spoke. He wanted to be with Sergio. He had made a mistake by not
breaking up with Olalla, but everything had happened so fast. They hadn’t
fucked since that first night then when he pinned Sergio against the wall in
the infirmary... and then on the bus, and the night before. He hadn’t even
thought about her. It was too late, he ruined everything.
David Silva broke away with the ball and ran towards Fernando, then passed him
the ball. Fernando scored easily, jumping into the air after he did so. There
was a huge pile of people on top of him before he knew it. He looked for
Sergio, who was always in the celebration piles, but he wasn’t there. He had
stayed on their team’s half and had just clapped in celebration. Fernando’s
heart sank.
Chapter 13: 2nd Summer
They ended up winning 1-0 thanks to Fernando’s goal and David Silva’s assist.
The physios had forced Xabi to eat once they figured out he hadn’t eaten so he
was feeling a little better. He just wanted to sleep. Everyone boarded the bus
to go back to the hotel, Sergio sat with Iker, Xabi with Alvaro, and Fernando
with Andres Iniesta. Sergio was sitting on his knees and leaning against the
window so he could talk with Pepe who was sitting behind them. Iker knew what
Sergio was doing, he was pushing all of his feelings down and acting fine.
Acting was the key word. Iker knew that Sergio would sneak out tonight, would
go find a club. Because that was what Sergio did. Iker looked at Fernando who
was staring ahead, not talking to anyone. He sighed.
When they arrived at the hotel Fernando stopped Iker as they were walking
towards the elevators.
“Iker, I need the keycard to your room.” Iker glared at him.
“Why?” Iker held in his anger, but his jaw clenched. Fernando looked around and
licked his lips.
“I fucked up.” Iker scoffed. “I just... let me borrow it for tonight. You’re
going to David’s again right?” Iker nodded and rolled his eyes.
“Promise me you aren’t going to fuck with him anymore. He doesn’t need to go
out looking for people to fuck him in a town he doesn’t know.” Iker spat the
words out. Fernando’s brow furrowed.
“What do you mean? Why would he do that?” They were the only ones left in the
lobby from their team, everyone had gone upstairs until dinner. Iker stared at
Fernando, did he really have no clue?
“You do realize that when you were too busy last year to pick up your phone and
text or call him that he basically...” Iker ran his hands over his face and
took a deep breath. Obviously Sergio didn’t want Fernando to know what effect
the past year had had on him. Iker was having a severe case of word vomit. “Let
anyone and everyone fuck him in order to fill the void that you left.” Iker
didn’t look at Fernando. Instead he decided to look around the lobby, at the
people milling about. There was sharp intake of breath from Fernando.
“By anyone-” Fernando’s voice was small, barely audible.
“I mean that if Raul and Guti were busy and he couldn’t find someone he knew
then he would go find someone at a club. Are you trying to tell me that you
didn’t know this at all?” Iker had his hands on his hips, this meant that
Fernando had no idea that he had fucked Sergio or even that Sergio had tried to
get him to fuck him that morning. Fernando shook his head.
“How often?” Iker looked at Fernando, he looked devastated and lost. Iker’s
anger started to ebb, he sighed.
“I think you and Sergio actually need to talk about something for once.”
Fernando looked at the ground. “I will give you my card after dinner.”
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Sergio had spent a long time at dinner talking with Pepe, David Villa, Gerard,
and Cesc. He was about to hop into the shower and sneak out of hotel before he
was taped in for the night before they headed back to Madrid. He swiped his
card and walked into the room. Fernando was standing in the middle of it.
Sergio’s heart leap into his throat. Fernando had his hands in front of him, he
was playing with the headband that he had worn during the match that day.
“We need to talk.” Fernando spoke softly. Sergio stayed against the door.
“Alright.”
“I lied earlier, about who I chose.” Sergio looked at the floor and shoved his
hands in his pockets.
“How did you get in?”
“Iker gave me his key.” Sergio’s eyebrows rose. “Listen, I know I have been an
asshole. I should have broken up with Olalla. I don’t think I could handle not
being with you.” Sergio wanted so badly to believe Fernando.
“You can’t just expect me to jump every time you ask me to. You have all the
power here, you know I want you. I’m the one that got used.” Fernando nodded,
understanding.
“I fucked up, I took you for granted. I didn’t think about what I was doing,
what I wasn’t doing. The other day, I knew when I got jealous that I had made
my decision. I didn’t mean what I said this morning. And I don’t want to be the
one with the power...” Fernando stepped closer to Sergio, put his hands behind
his back and wrapped his wrists around the headband, binding himself. He
dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and looked up at Sergio.
The sight in front of Sergio was more than he could bear. Fernando’s mouth
stayed open, his tongue sticking out just slightly while his hands were bound
behind him sent shivers down his entire body and straight to his cock. So much
for talking. He grabbed at Fernando’s hair and tilted his head back, thinking
Fernando would get embarrassed and close his mouth, he didn’t. Sergio unzipped
his pants and tugged them down his thighs, exposing his half hard cock for
Fernando. Fernando leaned forward to capture his cock with his mouth but
Sergio’s hold on Fernando’s hair stopped him. Fernando looked up into Sergio’s
eyes, begging him.
“I need to know that you aren’t going to just not call again.” Fernando shook
his head. “Because if you are going to do that, I want you to tell me that you
don’t want me. I fucking want you so bad but I can’t handle silence. Tell me
you don’t want me.” Fernando shook his head again.
“I can’t say that. I want you.” Sergio shoved his cock into Fernando’s mouth,
immediately forcing Fernando to swallow him whole. He stayed there for a few
seconds, the feel of Fernando’s mouth around him sent a shiver up his spine.
Fernando gasped for air when Sergio released the hold he had on Fernando’s
hair. After taking a breath, Fernando lapped at Sergio’s head before taking him
in his mouth again. He wanted Sergio to debauch his mouth, he wanted him to
take out his aggression on him. Fernando had used Sergio and now Fernando
wanted Sergio to dominate him, to own him like he had owned Sergio. Sergio
watched Fernando work his mouth around his cock, bobbing his head, swirling his
tongue, and bringing Sergio down his throat all with his hands bound. Sergio
bit his lip at the sight. He wanted to fuck Fernando like this, wanted to see
him writhe beneath him without being able to touch Sergio.
Sergio grabbed Fernando’s hair and brought his head back, forcing Fernando to
let Sergio’s dick go. His mouth was thoroughly fucked, pink and swollen. Sergio
released Fernando’s hair and grabbed his arm, helping him up then bringing him
in for a kiss.
“I want to fuck you.” Sergio whispered in his ear as he nipped at Fernando’s
jawline. Fernando’s body shook with anticipation, his cock twitched in his
pants. Sergio backed Fernando up to his bed so that he toppled onto it and
bounced slightly while his feet remained on the floor. Sergio got to his knees
and unzipped Fernando’s jeans and took him into his mouth.
Sergio wanted to taste him, wanted to be close to him. His mind couldn’t wrap
around the fact that that morning they had been over with, that Fernando hadn’t
picked him. He was ready to go back to finding someone random to fuck, was
ready to be used over and over again by nameless people who he would never see
again. But now here Fernando was, submitting to him and wanting Sergio, willing
to do whatever for him. Sergio couldn’t get enough of Fernando’s cock, couldn’t
fathom stopping in order to fuck him. His mouth worked Fernando into a frenzy
on the bed, his legs couldn’t keep still, his head tilted back then side to
side, his eyes were closed as he panted for breath. Sergio didn’t want anyone
else, he wanted Fernando.
Sergio took Fernando’s pants the rest of the way off then left him on the bed
to go find his box of lube and condoms that he had thrown in a fit after Iker
had left him hanging that morning. Fernando wiggled on the bed, wanting to take
the headband off from around his wrists so that he could touch Sergio. He
wanted to rake his fingers down his back, he wanted to run his fingers through
his hair, he wanted to jerk him off. He wanted to do so much. But he
relinquished dominance, he wanted to show Sergio that he loved him, wanted him,
and deserved to have a second chance at starting a relationship with him. He
didn’t want to use Sergio anymore.
Sergio returned with the lube and condom, prepping his fingers with the gel he
circled his index finger around Fernando’s tight hole before he breached him.
The feel of Fernando made his mouth go dry. His ass puckered around his finger
as he began to slowly penetrate him. Fernando held onto his wrists and dug his
finger nails into his hands as he rocked into Sergio’s finger. He was going too
slow, he wanted the pace to be faster.
Sergio felt a rush as he slowly fucked Fernando’s hole with his fingers, he
could sense that Fernando wanted it harder and faster, but he refused to give
it to him. He wanted to see Fernando’s lust grow, wanted him to be pushed over
the edge and lose all dignity as he built up the momentum slowly. Sergio was
patient now, it was Fernando who was ripping at the seams. Fernando looked at
Sergio who was enthralled at watching his fingers disappear then reappear from
inside of him. He wanted to be sucked on as he was breached, he wanted so much
at that moment and Sergio wasn’t doing it. He bit his tongue as Sergio added
another finger and began scissoring him open. Fernando let out a moan of
frustration and the lack of speed Sergio was using. Sergio grinned as he stood
up and put the condom on.
He hovered around Fernando’s entrance, then slowly slipped the tip of his cock
in and held it there for a few seconds before pulling out. Fernando groaned at
the tease. Sergio did it several times, each time entering him more. Fernando’s
chest was heaving from the anticipation. He bit his lip, grinding his hips
fervently. Sergio held Fernando’s hips in place, stopping all motion. Fernando
whimpered as Sergio thrust into him fully then began fucking him.
“Thank fucking god.” Fernando said through clenched teeth as he hit his head
against the soft bed, trying to move his hips. Sergio lifted Fernando’s legs,
wanting Fernando to wrap his legs around him so he could get deeper. Fernando
obliged happily, ramming himself into Sergio, clenching his legs around his
ass. Sergio slowed down, pulling himself all the way out just to thrust back in
again. Grunting, Fernando let Sergio fill him completely.
Sergio then backed away, breaking all contact. He stared at Fernando, taking in
the sight of him laying on his bed, legs spread wide, his chest moving rapidly
up and down, and his mouth open wide. Fernando lifted his head and looked at
Sergio. He wanted him to touch him so badly, he wanted contact, he wanted to be
in control. Yet he wanted to be fucked, wanted Sergio to take him. His mind was
reeling, fuzzy from the intense physical contact.
Sergio pulled Fernando into a sitting position by his neck, bringing him in for
an obscene kiss. Sergio grabbed Fernando’s shoulders and twisted him, wanting
him on his knees on the bed. Fernando complied, easily following Sergio’s
wordless directions. Sergio reentered him from behind, grabbing Fernando’s
wrists and holding them, using them as leverage as he pounded into him. A
constant wave of moans and lewd sounds escaped from Fernando as Sergio slammed
into him repeatedly. He had never felt so debauched, so thoroughly fucked, so
full. Fernando came first, all over the bed sheets. Sergio released his wrists
and let him fall onto the messy bed before flipping Fernando over and making
him sit up as he took his condom off. He jacked himself in front of Fernando,
who waited with his mouth open for Sergio. Without really aiming, Sergio came
on Fernando, spilling onto his face.
Sergio walked into the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth and ran it under warm
water. Returning to the bed, he wiped Fernando’s face clean then unbound his
hands. Fernando stood up immediately and ran his fingers through Sergio’s hair,
yanking it as he captured his mouth for a kiss. Fernando forced Sergio to walk
with him over to Iker’s bed as they kissed. Without losing contact they fell
into the clean bed. Fernando buried himself in the soft blankets and grabbed
Sergio, bringing him with him. They intertwined their legs, Sergio nuzzled his
nose into Fernando’s neck while Fernando fell asleep running his fingers
through Sergio’s hair.
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Steven made his way to Fernando and Xabi’s room, Iker had told him the number
the night before. He had to talk to Xabi, had to know the truth and to
understand his reasoning for switching schools. No one switched schools because
they broke up with someone. No one switched schools with the person their
significant other thought that they were cheating on them with. Nothing made
sense. Iker had told him the night before that Xabi had been a wreck, that he
had thought that Steven had been the one to break up with Xabi because of how
broken he had been. Iker reluctantly had told him that Xabi had gotten sick
when he found out Spain was playing England, that Iker hadn’t seen Xabi eat in
weeks. Whenever Steven closed his eyes all he saw was how skinny Xabi looked,
how pale, and how dead his eyes were. It broke his heart all over again. It
didn’t matter that he was no longer his boyfriend, he needed to make sure that
Xabi was alright.
When Steven got to the door he suddenly felt vulnerable. What if Xabi didn’t
let him in, what if when he knocked he looked at him through the peephole and
didn’t even open the door, what if Alvaro was in there with him? He knocked
three times as quickly as possible before he talked himself out of it. He heard
movement from inside the room, footsteps coming towards the door. Steven held
his breath as the door opened all the way. Xabi stood there, in front of him,
in his pajamas. They were baggy, sagging around his hips, the drawstrings were
pulled tight. Steven wanted to take Xabi in his arms and hold him. Instead, he
just stood in silence as he stared at him.
Xabi didn’t even look through the peephole when he went to the door, he knew
who it would be. He knew Steven would find out which room he was in, he knew it
would be inevitable. They were in the same hotel, after all. What he didn’t
expect was the look in Steven’s eyes when he opened the door. He looked as if
he was positive that Xabi wasn’t going to open it, would leave him out in the
hallway.
“Hi.” Steven said, shuffling his shoe against he carpet with his hands in his
pockets. Xabi feigned a smile as he opened the door wider, offering for Steven
to come in. Steven walked in, sliding past him with his head down. Xabi thought
he looked like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He was confused, wasn’t
he the one that should be feeling that way? He had been the one with the
secrets.
“Stevie, I-” Steven cut him off.
“Xab, don’t. I just need to say something, mate.” Xabi walked over to his bed
and sat, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
Steven paced the room, finding the words. “Xab, you’re one of my best mates,
not just because I love you, but because you have always fucking been there,
you. I can’t stand to see you like this.” Steven made a gesture at Xabi. Xabi
buried his nose in against his leg, not looking at Steven. Steven walked over
to him and put his hands on Xabi’s knees. Xabi’s head jerked up at the sudden
touch. Steven didn’t move. “I want to know the truth Xabi. All of it. I kept my
mouth shut, didn’t I? I said you could take your time, I did. But you left me.
You’re leaving me, without fucking telling me nothing.” There were tears in his
eyes, tears that refused to fall.
Xabi released his arms and his legs fell to the ground. He grabbed Steven’s
face with his hands and kissed him. Steven immediately fell into the kiss,
wrapping his arms around Xabi and desperately pulling him towards him. Xabi
wrapped his legs around Steven’s waist as they deepened the kiss. It felt like
ages since they had touched each other. Steven was the one to break the kiss,
traveling with his tongue down Xabi’s neck then sucking on it. Xabi bit his lip
as he leaned into it, reveling in the feeling of being close to Steven. When
Steven reached out and cupped Xabi’s crotch reality came crashing back to him.
He grabbed Steven’s wrist stopping him. Steven backed off, leaning back on his
heels.
“Stevie, I’ve already transferred.” Xabi bit his lip as he saw heart ache glaze
across Steven’s face. Xabi looked at his hands, not knowing where to begin.
After all this time, he still had no idea how to tell him how broken he had
become, how hollow. Xabi gulped. “Stevie, I want you to sit on Nando’s bed.”
Steven turned his head and looked at the bed, then back at Xabi.
“Why?” Xabi didn’t look up.
“So you don’t hurt me.” Steven’s face contorted in confusion.
“Xabi, I’ve never-” Xabi held his hand up, stopping Steven.
“I know, I just... I don’t like people to touch me.” That wasn’t right. Steven
knew that was a lie, the Xabi he knew loved to be touched, to be touched by
him. He had never raised a hand to him, never even feigned a slap in anger. If
they were ever rough it was because they had both wanted it to be. Steven got
off his knees and sat on the edge of Fernando’s bed and crossed his arms. Xabi
gulped again. “I umm, I don’t know where to start.” Xabi wrung his fingers
together, twisting them and looked everywhere in the room except Steven’s eyes.
“Xab, you’re scaring me.” That brought Xabi’s gaze to Steven’s immediately.
“Steven. I didn’t cheat with you with Alvaro.” Xabi licked his lips. Steven’s
could feel his heart beat in his head. He was holding his breath. “Do you
remember... the last time that I gave you a blow job in the locker rooms?”
Steven nodded, it had been a long time ago, but he remembered.
“Well. Shit.” Xabi brought his knees back up to his chest, put his elbows on
his legs and held his head in his hands, yanking on his hair. He started
hyperventilating. Steven started to get up. “Don’t fucking move!” Xabi
screamed. Steven stopped dead in his tracks at how Xabi was reacting. Steven
stayed on Fernando’s bed, letting Xabi calm himself down. Steven had never seen
Xabi like this.
“That day...when the coach,” Xabi took a couple of shallow breaths “When the
coach came out of his office...Steven he had seen the whole thing.” Steven
looked at Xabi.
“You mean he saw us in the showers?” Xabi nodded. “I don’t-”
“Steven. He didn’t tell you because he asked me into his office the next day.
He told me... Steven. He molested me.” Steven shot up from the bed and came
over. Xabi curled into a ball, thinking Steven would attack him. Steven grabbed
his shoulders and made him sit up. This wasn’t happening, what Xabi just said,
he must have heard it wrong. Xabi couldn’t have been molested, he would have
told him before now.
“Xabi...” Steven’s voice was strained, he was gripping Xabi’s shoulders
tightly. “What did he do?” There were tears in Xabi’s eyes.
“He told me that if I didn’t do what he asked, he would kick you off the team,
kick me off the team, and tell my parents about us so they would send me back
to Spain. Stevie he said that the way that you sounded when I was giving you a
blow job... that he wanted my mouth.” A shiver went down Steven’s spine. The
thought of Xabi’s mouth on someone else made him sick. He let go of Xabi and
stood up, starting to pace the room. He would kill him, the next time he saw
his coach he knew that he would beat him to a pulp. He couldn’t control his
anger. His blood was boiling, he needed to calm down before Xabi shut down,
before he refused to tell him anything else.
“But that is all, right? He just wanted you to... to... god fucking...” Steven
pulled at his hair. His coach, the one person he trusted. The time in the
coffee shop when Xabi had froze when the coach came in...Steven looked at Xabi
who was silent. “Xab, mate. Don’t shut down on me.” Steven walked over to him
and touched his hair as gently as possible considering how he was seething with
anger. Xabi flinched then covered his eyes with his hand.
“Stevie I don’t want to tell you this. Please. Just... I didn’t cheat on you
with Alvaro. I am leaving, I am going to Real. I won’t have to see that man
again... you are still captain. Everything is OK.” He said through tearless
sobs, he couldn’t catch his breath. Steven shook his head and cupped Xabi’s
face in his hands, forcing him to look at him. Everything was not OK, nothing
was OK. Xabi was leaving him, Xabi had been hiding this from him all year.
“Xabi I am not leaving this damned room. I need you to tell me.” Xabi’s
breathing slowed as he sat in silence, letting Steven touch his face. He felt
safe again, sane. He bunched his fists in Steven’s shirt and let his head fall
to rest against Steven’s shoulder. Steven couldn’t believe Xabi kept this from
him, had hidden it so well that he had had no idea the pain he was going
through. He thought that they could tell each other anything, that they could
trust each other.
“No that isn’t all. Every time that I didn’t let you fuck me, every time I just
blew you or when I asked to fuck you... it was because he had recently called
me into his office.” He mumbled into Steven’s shirt. Steven bit his lip and
shut his eyes. Xabi had been raped. He let himself be used just so Steven could
stay captain. Coach Cobb had to pay. There was no way he was going to get away
with this, Steven wouldn’t let him.
“I am a horrible boyfriend.” Xabi’s face shot up and he shook his head.
“No, no. You are amazing. You made me feel... safe.” Xabi’s lip quivered. “And
I messed it up. I broke up with you because you didn’t trust me. But you had
reason... I cheated. But not with Alvaro.” Steven shook his head.
“No, that isn’t cheating, that. That is rape Xabi. You didn’t go asking for it,
he took it from you.” Steven was so angry he could burst. He wanted to trash
the hotel room, he wanted to beat Coach Cobb’s head in. “How does Alvaro mix
into this, then?” Steven wiped at his eyes once.
“He saw the coach pushing me into a locker then tossing me into his office. The
coach threatened his place on the team as well.” Steven nodded. “At first
Alvaro didn’t know that you and I were together, I let it slip when I explained
why I was letting the coach hurt me.” Steven clenched his jaw.
“By hurt you mean, other than raping you?” Steven didn’t want to hear any more,
but he had to know. He closed his eyes as he waited for an answer,
concentrating on keeping his breathing even.
“He liked to mark me. Thought it would be funny to watch me try to hide it from
you.” Steven ran his hands over his face as he backed away and started to pace
again. “The night that Alvaro sent you to pick me up...” Steven’s eyes opened.
Alvaro had tried to tell him. On the phone when Xabi said not to tell him, he
meant for Alvaro not to tell Steven what was going on. Steven had thought
Alvaro was hiding something and now he knew what. Steven was going to be sick.
“When you picked me up he had ripped me open for not going to practice. He...
cut me. I have a scar.” Steven was wide eyed. Ripped him open? Steven covered
his mouth with his hands, he was almost positive that he was going to throw up.
He closed his eyes and all he could see was the image of Cobb raping Xabi,
making him scream.
“Where?” Xabi looked at his hands. “Show me?” Steven walked back over to Xabi
again and sat down next to him. Xabi rolled over so that he was laying on his
stomach then pulled his pajama pants down, showing Steven the scar that ran
across the crease of his ass and thigh. Steven lightly ghosted a finger across
it. When he finished Xabi pulled his pants back up then rolled back over.
“When I got in the car I was in so much pain and the fact that he sent you to
get me...” Tears were flowing down Xabi’s cheeks, the flood gates opened. “And
you didn’t even ask me where I was or why I missed practice. Steven I fucking
love you.” Xabi wrapped his arms around Steven, burying his face in his chest.
“But I can’t go back to that school.” Steven held him in his arms, not knowing
what to say. He was in shock. If he had gone through that he would have
crumpled from the pressure. Xabi hadn’t fallen apart until he had broken up
with him.
“Xab, I don’t want you to leave, but you need to. But don’t leave me. I want to
be with you.” Xabi nodded, his face still against Steven’s chest.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore. I need you, I was so stupid.”
“You weren’t stupid, I betrayed your trust. I didn’t know what was going on,
me. Don’t lie to me like that again.” Xabi laughed through the tears, sniffling
as he backed away from his chest.
“I got your shirt all wet.” He wiped his tears away with his arm. Steven
ghosted his thumbs across his face, catching tears and smearing them. He kissed
him on the lips, slowly at first but then they deepened it, not wanting to let
go. Xabi wrapped his legs around Steven’s waist, practically sitting in his
lap. They both stripped off their shirts and threw them to the floor. Xabi
cupped Steven’s crotch in his hand and rubbed his fingers up his length as
Steven’s hard on grew. “Every time you touched me last year I was in heaven.
You kept me alive.” Steven’s chest was heaving, even with the shock of
everything Xabi just told him, he knew that after tonight they wouldn’t see
each other for a very long time. He could tell that is what Xabi was thinking
as well. They would have time to work out what happened, what was going to
happen. But at that moment, they needed each other. They needed to sever the
void that they themselves had put between them.
“Xab, I don’t care what we do but if you don’t touch me soon I am going to
explode.” Xabi laughed and unzipped Steven’s jeans and grabbed him, immediately
beginning to stroke him.
“The other day on the way here, Sergio was giving Nando a hand job on the bus
and I couldn’t stop thinking about-”
“That time we both did that, fuck that was hot. I am so happy right now, I mean
I am pissed off but I am so happy-” Xabi captured Steven’s mouth in a kiss,
shutting him up. He didn’t want to talk about Coach Cobb any more, didn’t want
to talk about how he had broken up with him. They weren’t thinking anymore that
night, the only thing he wanted to do was get off from Steven’s touch. Xabi
didn’t want to stop touching Steven, he ran his fingers through Steven’s hair
as he tugged on his erection, eliciting a low moan from him. He had missed that
moan, every noise that Steven made. He had miss the feel of his fingers as he
raked them down his back and played with the elastic band around his pajama
pants.
Their tongues darted in and out of their mouths, not wanting to stop kissing as
if they thought that they were in a dream. Steven slipped his hand into Xabi’s
pants and began stroking him. He didn’t think he would ever get to touch him
again, he was surprised that Xabi even wanted him to touch him.
“Are you sure you want to do this, lad? After everything-”
“Stevie, I will never not want to touch you. I told you that you kept me sane.
I don’t want to talk anymore. I want you to fuck me.” Steven nodded as he
twisted his wrist, causing Xabi to yelp in pleasure. “I- I don’t have
anything.” Xabi said, pouting. Steven let Xabi’s erection go and he bit his
lip.
“Doesn’t matter.” He kissed him and slid Xabi’s pants the rest of the way off
then pushed him down onto his back. Steven stood and removed his shoes and
pants then laid on his stomach in front of Xabi’s spread legs. Xabi grabbed two
pillows and put them under his lower back so that his ass was off the bed so
Steven had a better view. Steven grasped at Xabi’s legs, spreading them farther
apart so he could look at him. He kissed the scar, licking it and causing Xabi
to buck his hips at the touch. Steven took Xabi’s balls in his mouth and
sucked, then licked a trail up his shaft and popped his mouth on his head.
Steven wet his index finger in his mouth then circled it around his tight
opening. Steven shifted closer to Xabi, licking him as he pushed his finger
into Xabi. Xabi held onto the sheets, his hands in fists as he writhed around
from Steven breaching him. It was slow and exquisite, what Steven was doing to
him. Steven took his time opening him up, nipping at his ass as his fingers
worked him open. Adding another finger, Steven worked his tongue around the
opening, tasting him. He had missed everything about him, his movements,
sounds, taste, and smell filled Steven’s senses. He didn’t want the night to
end. He didn’t want to go back to England without Xabi.
Steven’s cock was throbbing as it pressed against his stomach, sandwiched
between him and the bed. He sat up on his knees and stroked himself as he
watched Xabi pant for breath. Steven licked his lips as he moved forward,
aligning himself up. Xabi grabbed his ass cheeks and spread himself apart as
Steven entered him. His legs wrapped around Steven’s waist as he began
thrusting in and out, setting a steady pace.
Xabi was incredibly tight as Steven filled him, each thrust elicited a groan of
pleasure from him. Xabi met Steven thrust for thrust, grinding his hips to
quicken the pace. Steven unwrapped Xabi’s legs from around him and lifted them,
holding them in the air as he picked up momentum, pounding into him. Xabi was
speechless as Steven fucked him, he was in rapture at how Steven made him feel.
He was whole again.
Steven withdrew from Xabi and pulled him up by his neck for a kiss. Steven
wrapped his fingers around both of their erections and jacked them off
simultaneously. Xabi moaned into Steven’s mouth as he rubbed his thumb over
both of their heads. Xabi added his hand to their cocks, twisting his wrist as
he stroked them both. They came together, making a mess over both of their
chests. Panting, Xabi leaned his head against Steven’s shoulder.
“I don’t want you to leave.” Xabi said, breathless. Steven kissed his forehead.
“Not until morning, I am taped in now.” He laughed. Xabi smiled.
“We should take a shower, then.” Steven laughed.
“Give us a few, lad. I’m not a machine, me.” Xabi buried his nose in the crook
of Steven’s neck and breathed him in, reveling in the feeling of being so close
to Steven again.
It would be tough, Steven staying at LFC and Xabi going to Real, but it had to
be done. Steven saw how David and Iker had been, they were happy. They were
able to keep a long distance relationship even though Steven was sure they
weren’t exclusive. He and Xabi had plenty of time to talk through details, but
for now they just wanted to make the best of their short window of time they
had together. When the school year starts back, the coach would be in for a
rude awakening.
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