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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Relationship:
      Iker_Casillas/Cesc_Fàbregas
  Character:
      Iker_Casillas, Cesc_Fàbregas
  Additional Tags:
      One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-25 Words: 2251
****** In charge ******
by arthemida
Summary
     Iker is angry at his teammates, Cesc wants to redeem them. ( If you
     prefer, you can imagine that they've just won a match at Euro 2012,
     but it can be any other game.)
“De puta madre!”
Iker yells at the top of his lungs at his teammates who have just lost the
possession of the ball and now both national teams are running towards him. The
striker from the opposing team rushes alone, dribbling the ball, looking for
the Spanish goalkeeper; he shifts a little, finds the right position and sends
the ball flying forward. Iker fixes his gaze on the ball and sees it going
above his left shoulder. He makes a sidestep, bends his knees, gathers all his
strength and jumps as high as he can with his long arms flying diagonally.
The striker curses, throwing his arms around himself completely frustrated.
Iker finally sighs with the ball safely in his hands. He’s relieved, but angry
at his teammates for letting the ball come too close as well as disobeying his
instructions.
***
Two minutes until the end of the match and Iker is surrounded by the deafening
roar of the Spanish fans. Everyone is jumping, maniacally grinning and cheering
with joy. Iker is jumping too, punching the air with his fists.
“Gracias.”
He looks up at the sky, relieved, knowing that it’s all over. He then searches
for his triumphant friends and sees Cesc grinning at him like a mad man while
still clinging to Ramos, Torres and others. Iker’s heart flutters a bit.
***
On their way back to the hotel, Iker shifts in his seat on the bus thinking
about how some of his teammates can be so reckless. It drives him crazy. He
can’t stop thinking of how many times he had to save their asses just because
they were being too cocky. He’s frowning and angrily playing with his captain
armband in his lap. Absentmindedly, he stretches it beyond its limit and it
slaps his wrist painfully.
In front of him, Sergio hears his hissing, turns around to face his friend, and
sits on his knees while leaning on the seat.
“Casillas, seriously, don’t tell me that you’re still pissed at us for loosing
the ball a couple of times!” he smirks and Iker glares at him. “Come on Iker,
like it matters now. We won!”
“What’s going on?” Cesc comes from the back of the bus and slumps down next to
Iker looking at both of them questioningly.
“Well, our friend here is still sulking because he thinks that we’re not
listening to him,” Sergio explains. “He probably thinks that most of us are
just conceited dickheads.”
He finally grins at their goalkeeper. Iker looks up at him angrily and opens
his mouth to shut him up, but Cesc is faster and interrupts him before he can
start arguing.
“Come on, he doesn’t think that,” Cesc chuckles and puts his hand on Iker’s
shoulder, “Of course he doesn’t think that we’re pendejos.” Ramos just smiles
widely at them and sets himself back on his seat.
“I hope you know how to cheer him up. I don’t want him ruining our little
celebration with his bad mood tonight,” he says to Cesc over his shoulder. Cesc
laughs under his breath, biting his lip, trying not to anger Iker more.
“Iker, come on, stop sulking. You look like a teenager who’s just got a
detention,” he leans towards Iker who’s still playing with his armband.
“You have no idea how hot that is.” Cesc whispers in his ear and nips playfully
on his earlobe. Iker freezes and slowly turns his head to face Cesc. Seeing his
flashing big brown eyes makes him immediately forget the reason he was being
grumpy in the first place. Suddenly, Cesc leans back in his seat as if nothing
happened and pulls the armband out of Iker’s hands. Startled by his move and
slightly aroused, Iker raises his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry we didn’t listen to you. You have every right to be angry at us,”
Cesc sounds a bit guilty and lowers his voice while gliding his thumb over the
smooth yellow fabric.
This surprises Iker and starts felling sorry for making Cesc think he did
something wrong. He lightly leans his shoulder on Cecs’s with an apologetic
look on his face, “Cesc, I’m not...”
“We know you’re the captain and that we should have listened to you,” Cesc cuts
him off, ignoring Iker’s gesture. “But, you don’t need to worry. I’ll make it
up to you tonight when we get back to the hotel.”
He flashes a grin at confused Iker and almost jumps up and runs away to the
back of the bus again, leaving him with his thoughts. Iker smiles to himself
and stares through the window, while he listens to Cesc laughing and joking
with the other teammates.
***
As always, Iker feels renewed after a hot shower. He wraps a towel around his
waist and steps out of the bathroom. He sees that the room is empty and assumes
that Cesc is still in one of their teammates’ rooms, frolicking around with
others, preparing for the upcoming little party they were plotting on the bus.
His thoughts get interrupted by his roommate cheerfully entering the room.
Closing the door, Cesc raises his eyebrows and leans against the door with his
hands behind his back. Iker doesn’t dare move and just stands there next to his
bed, letting Cesc savour the image in front of him. He just tucks his thumbs at
the rim of his towel.
“You want something Fabregas?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Cesc says coolly and takes a few steps towards Iker. He licks his lower
lip, “I’ve just let the guys know that we’re gonna be a little late for the
party.”
“Oh...” Iker acknowledges, looking at the younger man who is now making steps
towards him.
“And...I had to promise Ramos that I would cheer you up,” Cesc says with a
serious look on his face and bumps his chest against Iker’s naked and wet
biceps.
“Is that so?” Iker drops his gaze to Cesc’s lips.
“Mhm, and I also had to come to fulfil another promise I made,” Cesc leans and
whispers into his ear, sending shivers down Iker’s back with his warm breath.
Cesc fishes something out of his back pocket and pushes it onto Iker’s stomach.
Iker looks down surprised and sees that it’s his captain armband. As he rolls
the band in his hands, Cesc peels himself off Iker and with a couple of steps,
stands at the bottom of Iker’s bed.
“Do you wanna feel like a real captain or not?” Cesc asks him teasingly,
raising an eyebrow.
Iker smirks playfully, his curiosity piqued at the implications behind Cesc’s
words. The thoughts swirling in his mind and the throbbing at the bottom of his
stomach make his cock twitch under the towel. Cesc notices the bulge rising
under Iker’s cover and winks at him wetting his lips again. Iker approaches,
stands right in front of him and grazes him with his eyes from head to toe as
if he was reconsidering his thoughts. Only, that decision makes Iker even
harder and hornier. Swiftly, he puts his captain armband on its usual place,
adjusting it on his biceps.
“Take your clothes off,” Iker orders, barely keeping his voice calm and
gathered. Cesc obeys immediately and discards his clothes, throwing them
carelessly on the floor. The second he does that, Iker grabs his shoulder and
pushes him hard on the bed. He bounces a little on the mattress startled by
Iker’s move.
Iker swallows hard seeing Cesc naked waiting for his next order and it gives
him goosebumps He can’t wait any longer and gives another order, “Take the
equipment out of the bedside table. We’re gonna need it for this match.”
“Yes, Captain,” Cesc smiles widely and spreads himself on the stomach across
the bed, reaching for the bottle of lube and a condom out of the drawer. Iker
feels restless seeing Cesc’s beautifully shaped butt cheeks and it only makes
the towel around his waist a little tighter. Cesc returns and looks up at Iker.
“What are you waiting for? Lube yourself up!” Iker raises his voice a bit,
pretending to be authoritative, enjoying it as well.
Cesc obeys again and slicks his fingers with the lube. He reaches down and
teasingly looks up at Iker who’s almost drooling now with his pupils dilated,
wild thirst emitting out of them. Cesc spreads his legs and his cock, full-
length and slick makes Iker almost moan.
Seeing Cesc touching himself, Iker feels he can’t take it anymore and rips the
towel off his body. His cock is already dripping and throbbing with the rhythm
of his heart. He snatches the condom from Cesc’s hand and snaps, “Do I have to
do everything by myself?”
Iker hurriedly puts the condom on and then leans in to give Cesc a mind-blowing
kiss. It’s sloppy and wet but Iker thinks that this is the hottest thing
they’ve done. He pins Cesc to the mattress with his body and they’re already
both sticky from sweat. Putting a firm grip on Cesc’s hips, Iker breaks the
kiss and says panting, “Turn around.”
“Of course, Captain,” Cesc replies with a cheeky smile on his lips.
When he flashes his perfect pink butt-cheeks in the air, Iker seizes for the
bottle of lube. He coats his fingers with it and starts teasing the warm and
soft flesh with heated strokes. Cesc is gripping the sheets, boiling from
anticipation and Iker pushes in a finger. Cesc groans but the sound is muffled
by the pillow. Iker smiles and forces another finger into him, and again, it
elicits a moan from Cesc while he arches his back like a cat.
That makes Iker even bolder and the third finger slides into Cesc stretching
him as much as he needs. Before he pulls them out, Iker leans down and spreads
kisses over Cesc’s back and shoulder. Cesc gasps and his muscles clench tighter
around Iker’s fingers. He bites Cesc’s shoulder and pulls the fingers out
gripping his own cock with the same hand. He takes a short inhale and pushes
himself into Cesc in one long thrust.
Iker watches as Cesc grips the sheets and pillow even harder, his head pushed
down between his shoulders. Iker is in trance, can’t stop himself. He pounds
into Cesc hard with messy heated moves. He thinks that this time Cesc has given
permission and he can lose himself in his own domination.
The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with their moans and loud
breathing. Iker is gripping hard onto Cesc’s hips, guiding himself and pushing
deeper. He bites Cesc’s shoulder again licking the red mark and then pulls at
his hair, tipping his head back until he can kiss him. They bite at each
other’s lips mindlessly and it sends furious waves of heat up and down Iker’s
spine
When Iker senses he’s about to come, he pushes his hand underneath Cesc and
grips his aching cock. The sheet beneath him is already wet and Cesc shudders
moving against Iker’s hand then pushing up on his cock. Iker quickens his moves
frantically and when he leads himself into one final feral spasm, he bites at
the Cesc’s nape, chocking the scream that threatened to come out.
Cesc moans Iker’s name and Iker starts moving his hand again, pulling him up a
little. With a few experienced and tight jerks later, Cesc spills into his
hand, Iker’s name on his lips. Iker smiles and kisses the spot between his
shoulder-blades. Iker finally slides out of him and leaves Cesc to slump down
on the bed while he goes to the bathroom. He crawls back into the bed and
aligns his head with Cesc’s, touching each other’s shoulders.
They’re both panting like they’ve just run a marathon, their chests heaving and
skin burning hot and red. Cesc is breathing through his nose and his eyes are
shut. Iker’s lips are swollen and wet and he racks his tongue over his teeth.
He grins looking at the ceiling. A short laugh of amazement sputters out of his
mouth.
Cesc opens his eyes finally and turns his head to look at Iker who has an
expression of a child who’s just done something very, very naughty and survived
unpunished. It makes Cesc smile too and Iker looks at him.
“You redeemed yourself,” Iker says with a raucous voice. “And the others,” he
adds with a crooked smile.
“What others?” Cesc asks him, pretending to be confused.
Iker laughs loud and bubbly, amused by the young midfielder. He’s feeling even
better than when they won the match and he wonders how Cesc manages to always
make him feel lightheaded.
Fatigue starts to wear down and Cesc asks, “So, you ready for the party?” A
mischievous glint appears in his eyes.
“Oh, I’m ready for your party,” Iker smiles at Cesc and then averts his gaze
back to the ceiling again. “But, this is a very risky game you’ve played. I can
get used to it, you know.”
“Get used to what?” the young midfielder asks him as if he doesn’t know the
answer already.
“I can get used to this...feeling like a real captain off the pitch too.”
Cesc smiles and lifts himself up. He places a soft kiss on Iker’s lips and
says, “Do you mind if I get used to it too?”
Iker looks at him and gets lost in Cesc's dark eyes, hands automatically
reaching for his waist. The team’s party remains completely forgotten.
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