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tr_ficTitle: The Captain & The Kid, Part Seven
Characters: Bojan Krkic/Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol
Rating: heavy R
Summary: Bojan is called up for La Selección and finds himself falling for the Spanish captain. He knows its wrong and he also knows someone else is pining for Iker’s attentions. Will Bojan try to win the Captain’s heart or will he let his competition have him?
Words: 1016
A/N: Once again updated for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holaascensor because I love her and she’s sick :( Feel better soon my love <3 And kindly note the change in rating for this chapter ;-)
Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Bojan rested his head tiredly against Geri’s seat and let out a tired breath after he had closed his eyes. He was exhausted. Mercifully, Gerard didn’t feel up for much talking and drove Bojan home in silence. When they came to a stop outside the familiar building, Gerard put the car in park and reached over to shake his arm lightly.
“Come on ‘yan. Time to get up to go to sleep.” Gerard’s voice was soft and Bojan almost wanted to stay in the warmth and quiet forever.
He muttered and forced himself awake enough to undo his seatbelt.
“Thanks for the ride Geri. I’ll see you at training.” Bojan mumbled sleepily and picked up his bag from the floor.
“Take care Bo. Call me if you need anything.” Geri gave him a warm smile that Bojan returned with a sleepy one of his own before he clambered out of the car.
Bojan shut the door carefully behind him and moved towards the front door. He decided that a shower could wait till tomorrow and that he really wasn’t hungry enough to stop by the kitchen to grab something to eat. He shuffled down the hallway after adjusting the thermostat and stopped only long enough to lose his clothes before he slid under the sheets.
The cool fabric against his skin and the comfortable give in his mattress soon had him rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. It was only a few seconds later before he began to snore quietly.
Soft kisses moved down his neck slowly while even softer touches of fingers caressed his side tenderly. He released a quiet gasp at the ghosting fingers. The warmth of a tongue along with the soft nibble of lips and teeth were doing nothing to slow down his already galloping heartbeat. He whined quietly and reached for the strong shoulder that belonged to the person that was torturing him so beautifully.
“Please,” he begged on a sigh.
The body on top of his shifted over him and kissed him deeply. He responded eagerly and held tightly to the man’s shoulders while rocking their hips together. He was hard, painfully so, and he needed something to give him that delicious friction that he craved so desperately.
Iker looked deeply into his eyes when he shifted closer to him. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Iker’s waist and moaned when the hardness of Iker finally settled deep inside of him. Iker gave him a moment to adjust before beginning to move and it felt like the most wonderful sensations he had ever had in his entire life were nothing compared to that feeling. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time; everything he ever wanted and not anywhere near enough. He needed more and told Iker so in a loud moan.
His hand began to furiously stroke himself. He needed to be closer to release; he needed to have Iker bring him off. Iker kissed him harder and increased his pace, thrusting deeper and harder until the pressure building was too much.
Bojan moaned loudly as the warm sticky liquid of his come covered his hand. He breathed heavily and opened his eyes to see darkness. Gasping, he leaned back into the pillows and released himself. He felt embarrassed as he wiped his hand off on his boxers. He could feel his face burning and tried to calm himself further.
He was half amused that he wouldn’t have to worry about what his parents would say if they had heard him. But then the rational side of his brain took over and he began to panic. He’d had a dream, a hot dream, about Iker. Not only that, but Iker had been fucking him and he had definitely liked it.
Bojan swallowed thickly and stared up at his ceiling. He would definitely be going to confession in the morning.
“Sorry I’m late.” Gerard threw his arm around Carles’ waist and kissed his shoulder.
A sleepy grunt and everything was forgiven when Carles pulled him closer. “Sleep now.”
Geri smiled and pressed their bodies together. Before he could fall asleep, he began to think over the call up and what it had meant to see his old friends again. He had felt happy that he’d seen the others and still he had an unsettled feeling about something.
If Iker liked Bojan as much as he had seemed to, why had he gone to someone else to get off? And who was the someone else in the first place?
His mind was hazy as he considered those that had been on the call up. Cesc had seemed normal, maybe a little tired. Sergio and Nando had fucked like rabbits as soon as they had been able to, again normal behavior. Sure Xavi had been a little off, but that was only cause Andres had been ill. Xavi always got a little bit irritable when something was wrong with his Andres.
The others had all seemed normal and nothing seemed to be wrong. Everyone that was except… And then Gerard frowned. Two people who hadn’t been together that almost always were, two people that he should have thought of sooner had finally come to mind. They hadn’t been happy together at all; in fact they hadn’t even talked to each other, that he had seen, the entire time.
Of course, Geri thought to himself. It all made sense. One of them had been out looking for revenge, Gerard had a pretty good idea as to which one of the two of them it had been, and the other had turned a blind eye to it. It all made crystal clear perfect sense.
Except, why he had gone to Iker in the first place didn’t really connect. Sure, everyone knew of his little crush on the captain, but who hadn’t had a crush on Iker at some point?
Deciding that he would have a little phone call with the Spanish captain tomorrow to get to the bottom of it once and for all, Gerard Pique finally fell asleep.
Characters: Bojan Krkic/Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol
Rating: heavy R
Summary: Bojan is called up for La Selección and finds himself falling for the Spanish captain. He knows its wrong and he also knows someone else is pining for Iker’s attentions. Will Bojan try to win the Captain’s heart or will he let his competition have him?
Words: 1016
A/N: Once again updated for
holaascensor because I love her and she’s sick :( Feel better soon my love <3 And kindly note the change in rating for this chapter ;-)Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Bojan rested his head tiredly against Geri’s seat and let out a tired breath after he had closed his eyes. He was exhausted. Mercifully, Gerard didn’t feel up for much talking and drove Bojan home in silence. When they came to a stop outside the familiar building, Gerard put the car in park and reached over to shake his arm lightly.
“Come on ‘yan. Time to get up to go to sleep.” Gerard’s voice was soft and Bojan almost wanted to stay in the warmth and quiet forever.
He muttered and forced himself awake enough to undo his seatbelt.
“Thanks for the ride Geri. I’ll see you at training.” Bojan mumbled sleepily and picked up his bag from the floor.
“Take care Bo. Call me if you need anything.” Geri gave him a warm smile that Bojan returned with a sleepy one of his own before he clambered out of the car.
Bojan shut the door carefully behind him and moved towards the front door. He decided that a shower could wait till tomorrow and that he really wasn’t hungry enough to stop by the kitchen to grab something to eat. He shuffled down the hallway after adjusting the thermostat and stopped only long enough to lose his clothes before he slid under the sheets.
The cool fabric against his skin and the comfortable give in his mattress soon had him rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. It was only a few seconds later before he began to snore quietly.
Soft kisses moved down his neck slowly while even softer touches of fingers caressed his side tenderly. He released a quiet gasp at the ghosting fingers. The warmth of a tongue along with the soft nibble of lips and teeth were doing nothing to slow down his already galloping heartbeat. He whined quietly and reached for the strong shoulder that belonged to the person that was torturing him so beautifully.
“Please,” he begged on a sigh.
The body on top of his shifted over him and kissed him deeply. He responded eagerly and held tightly to the man’s shoulders while rocking their hips together. He was hard, painfully so, and he needed something to give him that delicious friction that he craved so desperately.
Iker looked deeply into his eyes when he shifted closer to him. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Iker’s waist and moaned when the hardness of Iker finally settled deep inside of him. Iker gave him a moment to adjust before beginning to move and it felt like the most wonderful sensations he had ever had in his entire life were nothing compared to that feeling. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time; everything he ever wanted and not anywhere near enough. He needed more and told Iker so in a loud moan.
His hand began to furiously stroke himself. He needed to be closer to release; he needed to have Iker bring him off. Iker kissed him harder and increased his pace, thrusting deeper and harder until the pressure building was too much.
Bojan moaned loudly as the warm sticky liquid of his come covered his hand. He breathed heavily and opened his eyes to see darkness. Gasping, he leaned back into the pillows and released himself. He felt embarrassed as he wiped his hand off on his boxers. He could feel his face burning and tried to calm himself further.
He was half amused that he wouldn’t have to worry about what his parents would say if they had heard him. But then the rational side of his brain took over and he began to panic. He’d had a dream, a hot dream, about Iker. Not only that, but Iker had been fucking him and he had definitely liked it.
Bojan swallowed thickly and stared up at his ceiling. He would definitely be going to confession in the morning.
“Sorry I’m late.” Gerard threw his arm around Carles’ waist and kissed his shoulder.
A sleepy grunt and everything was forgiven when Carles pulled him closer. “Sleep now.”
Geri smiled and pressed their bodies together. Before he could fall asleep, he began to think over the call up and what it had meant to see his old friends again. He had felt happy that he’d seen the others and still he had an unsettled feeling about something.
If Iker liked Bojan as much as he had seemed to, why had he gone to someone else to get off? And who was the someone else in the first place?
His mind was hazy as he considered those that had been on the call up. Cesc had seemed normal, maybe a little tired. Sergio and Nando had fucked like rabbits as soon as they had been able to, again normal behavior. Sure Xavi had been a little off, but that was only cause Andres had been ill. Xavi always got a little bit irritable when something was wrong with his Andres.
The others had all seemed normal and nothing seemed to be wrong. Everyone that was except… And then Gerard frowned. Two people who hadn’t been together that almost always were, two people that he should have thought of sooner had finally come to mind. They hadn’t been happy together at all; in fact they hadn’t even talked to each other, that he had seen, the entire time.
Of course, Geri thought to himself. It all made sense. One of them had been out looking for revenge, Gerard had a pretty good idea as to which one of the two of them it had been, and the other had turned a blind eye to it. It all made crystal clear perfect sense.
Except, why he had gone to Iker in the first place didn’t really connect. Sure, everyone knew of his little crush on the captain, but who hadn’t had a crush on Iker at some point?
Deciding that he would have a little phone call with the Spanish captain tomorrow to get to the bottom of it once and for all, Gerard Pique finally fell asleep.
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