Hello, I just wanted to post this thing I had in my computer for years now, it might not be very well written, I was young, and I'm french so please forgive my english. It's a Seriker One shot. Enjoy !
Iker took off his gloves. The sun was falling and the white jerseys were tinged with amber. It had never been so poetic. His eyes rose. Marcelo held the garden hose above Sergio's head. Fucking erotic mess. He opened his lips, unable to think from now on. The transparent fabric stuck to his body. The liquid dripped down his face, his skin veined with black appeared on his back. Muscles under the shorts, the perfect butt, rounding, solid.
Cristiano looked at the goalkeeper
— It's just that it heats you up and it's new and tempting or it's more serious than that?
The look was eloquent
— Damn, it's dangerous that he's on the team, and not to mention that he is a guy...
He saw Iker start to panic and caught up as fast as he could.
— but don't panic, look with Ricky we managed to get by then...
— yes, yes...
— How long has it been?
— I don't know, I sometimes feel that it's been like this forever, but maybe I just realized it recently. With this summer certainly
— Did something happen?
—No...
— You Sure?" asked Cristiano, seeing him blush, "he had raised his eyebrows a little
Iker flushed and let himself drown into the memory of their last summer, just a few months ago.
The sun, the sea, the blue and white little houses scattered along the Greek shores and… Sergio fucking Ramos screaming from the other side of the thin gangway thrown between the two boats.
— I'M NOT SURE IT'S WELL SETTLED, was he arguing since now a long twenty minutes.
— C'mon babe now it's enough just fucking come every body did even your two years old boy and no one fell you see ! sworn Pilar his lovely wife exasperated.
— Maybe we could go back to the harbor and the I'd switch boat back there
— Sergio, nene it's five steps at most close your eyes and come, insisted gently Iker holding out his hand. Plus the harbor is full that's why we stay in the sea
— Why can't we stay on this boat?
— because he is way too small for all of us see… look the one Gianluca lent to me ! there's even a swimmingpool in the front.
Marcelo was looking at the scene, hilarious, and made a bet with his wife about whether or not Sergio will end by crossing or leaving. The vice captain of real madrid was known for being a little bit scared about everything that was linked with deep water… so boats were part of it.
— we wouldn't need such a big boat if THEY hadn't suddently added themselves on the guest list.
— sergihoho he barks he barks and ends up weeping like a puppy at the first drop of water.
— They did not add themselves. I invited them.
— but they are enemies, they're Barça players !
— Pique is a friend though we play together for Spain.
— so what about Neymar ?
— Geri needed a friend
— and we weren't enough ?
— Neymar is my friend and he is adorable, added Marcelo with a smile. The younger bresilian was smiling softly without pulling oil on fire, just calmly observing the reluctant defender. A little wave made the boat Sergio was on sway a little and the defender went all pale.
— Ok no it's a bad idea I really don't think it's good idea… i'm gonna be sick and everything. I'll stay this week in Mikonos, have a few drinks, visit a little bit.
— Praise be to God, bye Sergi let's go now
— shut up Gerard, Sergio don't be stupid you just said an hour ago you hated Mikonos
— well I misjuged the city. Now I really want to go back.
— There is no way I leave you on an island with bunches of drunk teenage girls only hoping to party, have sex and drugs, said Pilar.
His husband was looking at the sea a few meters beneath his feet, seeming really anxious. His hands were strongly gripped at the railing of the little gangway hovering slowly in the hot atmosphere. Iker saw the chest of his friend racing with panic, he obvioulsy knew Sergio was dying to come but the boy really was frightened. He asked Pilar to take Gerard off her husband's sight and took a deep breath Sergio would come, he just had to find the words.
— Why are we alway taking holidays on boats, I'd prefer to stay on earth, firm earth with ground not moving under our feet, and no sharks and no tsunamis, and no… jellyfish !
— nene… listen to me, are you listening ? Sergio noded very attentively, looking at Iker with desperation on his eyes. This boat is so large it's like a floating palace you won't even feel that you're on the water.
— then what is the point about being on the water capi ?
— It's fun, no paparazzies, just us together we'll be able to see little islands, without all the tourist you hate
— It's not fair… I would like so much to be with my horses and riding Aldeano and… he was whining now. Iker took a deep breath, knowing he would regret that… but coming out of resources
— Look Sergio, I have a deal for you ; you know how much I'm scared of horses.
— Yes…
— Well if you cross this bridge, I swear to you I'll let you take me for a ride with one of your horses.
— Seriously ? for the first time in the last hour Segio was smiling, and Iker said to himself at least he would have achieved that. Gave Sergio his famous smile back.
— Yes, now if you don't come, I will feel insulted.
And he had just the time to end his sentence that already Sergio was by his side cuddling him with enthusiasm and already babbling about which horse Iker was going to ride. The goalkeeper whispered a little having the slight impression of being taken for an idiot but kissed his fellow's head anyway and dragged him onto the deck.
Everyone applauded, even Gerard with a hypocrite smile and they started sailing.
— so great ! So you spent the holidays together after all ! He came on the boat, and so who was there ? I didn't really understand.
They were all sat around the big table, Pique, Shakira, their son Milan, Neymar, Marcelo, Clarisse, their son Enzo, Iker, Sara, their son Martin, Pilar, Sergio Jr and Sergio fucking Ramos who was screaming well… singing a new flamenco song he just learned a few days ago in a dirty pub full of drunken sailors coming back from Spain.
— ok perfect honey… now it's Shakira's turn thank you baby, tried Pilar desperate to save what was left of her hearing abilities.
— No thanks it's holidays for me too… no singing.
— It's ok I can sing another one the sailors taught me.
— NO ! exclaimed with one voice the guests. Sergio looked wounded for a few seconds, but recovered fast enough when the gentle Neymar asked him how was called his favorite horse.
— you don't have to encourage him to show off Ney
— I don't, I'm truly interested
— Yeah Geri, and don't worry he'll have the time to be bored when you'll start to tell us about your passion for ostriches
— Sergio it's not nice… whispered Iker against his ear and Sergio felt shivers running all along his spine while his capi's breath was brushing his skin.
— whaat … exclaimed Neymar laughing… c'mon guys you have to explain it to me. Gerard had a perfect wife, a perfect child, a perfect football club – not that perfect if you asked Sergio but still – and a perfect life in general. But he had a pronounced taste for alcohol and a terrible tendency to be an endless worshipper of ostriches. Why ? no one knew but each time he drunk inevitably he was ending praising their beautiful necks and their smart eyes and long feathers.
— whaaaat exclaimed Cristiano while pulling Iker by the arm to take him to his car, without stopping to laugh. Oh my god this must be so embarrassing for him. Come Iker you'll tell me everything but I'm starving. So dinner, at my place, I cook so well, I bet you don't know !, It's crazy after all these years spent together.
— But Ricky…
— Ricky knows you know, and he is with his official girlfriend right now so you'll just have to help me put the kid to sleep.
— ok now tell me, something more important than Gerri and the ostriches of course
— It is a capital information if you wan't to make him loose it in the next Classico ; just raise the subject
— ok but about you and Sergio ; and don't be shy, everything you feel remember I felt it worse with Ricky so… go…
Iker cleared his throat and flushed a little bit
It was the very night after they had left the Mykonos shores, and they had decided to cruise toward the open sea, far enough so that the earth ain't no more than a vague mirage of trembling lights. Without any kind of pollution the sky is dark so dark and so bright at the same time. With billion of stars quivering above them.
— they seem so fragile… like candles in the wind, anything could blow them off…
Iker turns his head, Sergio is like absorbed by the milky way, the light of the moon softly reflects on the side of his head. He smiles fondly to the universe, like a child. Like he always is, frank, honest, truly and deeply amazed by the beauty of what he sees. Iker's heart misses a heartbeat almost imperceptibly.
— and yet… almost each one of them is way more big than the sun, mutters Neymar softly immerging himself till the neck in the hot tub.
— which one is it again ? , asked Sergio while showing a bright one
— Altaïr from the eagle constellation.
— I feel a personal connection to this one, maybe she was born the same day as I did
— she is about one billion years old, pointed up the Brazilian kid quietly.
— well then not my body but my soul… I've always felt made out of an eternal wisdom
Iker doesn't say anything; he just listens to these soft mutters between the sevillian and the Brazilian. They seem to get along quite well and he feels deeply peacefull this night, the others are inside, playing cards or taking care of the kids.
— you see this bright one here… it's Vega… and with the third here it's called the triangle of the summer because you only can see him in summer.
Sergio remains silent for a little while, he is half floating in the tub his backhead resting on the flange. The hot bubbles are shimmering around his body.
— But aren't the stars supposed not to move ?
— although we are on earth and earth spins around itself and around the sun
— oh yeah I'm stupid.
Neymar stifles a yawn and they just lay there ; bodys in the comforting hot water, soul drowning through the glimmering sky relishing the silence. At one point, Iker lifts his head to grab a cocktail he had let around the tub and his eyes are catching a little shape standing near the bow. He recognize the fluffy curly hairs.
— guys, isn' t it Enzo down there.
They stare at the little boy sat on the desk with eyes lost in the sky, silent and still his little arms crossed around his knee.
— he must have sneaked out of his room. I'll bring him back… I'm kind of tired anyway says Neymar while coming out of the Jacuzzi. The Spanish guys nods silently and watch him carefully reaching to the little boy. They hear him talk really softly.
— hey don't you be cold here ? ; the kid shakes his head
— Nini
— yes ?
— why are there stars also in the sea
— they are not… it's just a reflection… like on a mirror you know… still water is a mirror.
— but do birds know what a mirror is ?
— no… no I don't think so
— so how do they know where is the top and where is the bottom ?
— they look at the boats
— and if there are no boats
— then they stop flying and they start to fall, and they know that the direction toward which they fall is the bottom
— why do things fall Nini ?
— what about I answer your questions while we go in your room hey… c'mon I'll carry you. And Neymar lifts up the little boy and presses a kiss onto his cheek before taking him inside the boat. Sergio and Iker rest back on their seats, enjoying to be just the two of them, left on the deck. It doesn't happen to them quite often, there is always someone else; a teammate, a wife, a child, a fan…
— this kid is so smart
— Yeah I know… difficult to know he is Marcelo's right ? Sergio laughs
— Although he asks as many question as his father
They stare in each other eye for a little bit, and lower their gaze.
— see nene, this boat isn't too frightening after all
— don't take it as a pretext to come back on your promises
— You know I have only one word
— I know capi… I know.
Sergio smiles gently, and offers him a gaze to die for. Happy, reliant, trustful. He lifts his hairs back and the gesture scatters water beads all overs his skin. It's bright and beautiful. Sergio is god material and Iker stays like hypnotized. They dive in their own gaze and the vast universe shrinks in four pupils and iris, and quivering eyelashes. Suddenly Sergio breaks up the unbearable tense settled between them.
— anyway he says looking at the stars, what's with this Brazilian boy Pilar had told me about geri and shak of course but him ? he wasn't supposed to be here in the first place
— cello said he just broke up with his girlfriend… so… he had to change his mind a little bit I guess… how do you find him ?
— off the pitch adorable, he is quiet, thoughtful, smart
— a Brazilian version of you… spurs Iker with a low tone in his voice
— shut up capi that's not fair don't play with me
— I'd never dare… I'm way too scared of the reprisals
— Stop it ! ; laughes Sergio while slapping him softly and splashing him a little bit " like you could ever be scared by me" Iker raises his eyebrows with his king face, this one he wears when he feels comfortable and he wants to impress people, he picks this face because he thinks it's the best one to cover the overwhelming feeling of doing something inappropriate. So he smiles, all cocky and confident and stares right at his friend.
— you'd be surprised.
— I, Sergio Ramos Garcia number 4 of Real Madrid scares you ? He seems genuinely surprised and even… a little bit flattered, the cool mask Iker had put on for twenty seconds cracks when Sergio slips next to him on the underwater bench. Iker panics and reaches at his cigarettes left on his trousers near the hot tub. He lights one off hoping it would help him to relax and take back control on the situation. Because Sergio was really close, and he was feeling so freaking terrified just now but he couldn't let the defender know… just the two of them in the tub wasn't supposed to be a really scary situation right, Sergio was his friend after all, gorgeous friend but… god Iker. He escaped to put a safe distance between them
— when do I scare you capi ?
— stop, forget what I said.
— I can't. Because you know you're the only one I might fear on the football pitch so clearly it's weird that you feel the same about me.
— why not ?
— Because we can't be both scared, scared is when you think the other people has some kind of power over you and you can't do anything about it, you fear monsters or your parents, but they don't fear you.
— I'm not sure your mother would appreciate this nene
— that's not the point, capi tell me what kind of power I could possibly have over you to scare you that way. I wanna know.
— No way, and Iker can't hold a smile suddently because Sergio is struck and annoyed to be resisted, he doesn't like the fact that Iker's hiding things from him.
— I could tell you what scares me about you in exchange… says the defender all flirty while waving toward his captain so close, so close to him.
— Oh I know what scares you about me
— Oh yes?
— Yes, I know that you are scared I would ever be disappointed by you, your shallow behavior, your performance on the pitch, your lost of temper although I could never be, and I've never been because you are so honest with me so frank and I have this feeling I can see so clearly in your heart that you'd be disappointed by yourself before I would ever had the slightest thing to be angry at you nene and although… although I try my best to be as open hearted as I can with you I'm still terrified that you one day realize I am not that saint everyone thinks I am, and I really don't get why you still thinks I'm a saint cause clearly there is things you don't see about me. I am not a Saint… I'm so far from that. Iker had screamed a little bit at the end of his sentence almost angry and passionate. Sergio reaches at his friend's wrist and pulls him gently so he'd stop moving, he slings a hand on Iker's neck
— I know your not perfect Iker. I do okay. You just said I was smart so do me the favor and assume I would find out if you were that horrible person you think you are.
— maybe not… an horrible person but… less perfect than what you think
— you're so snooty oh my god hearing you makes me feel like I'm acting like some kind of teenage girl fan. They both burst out of laugh because nothing is more far from Ramos than a teenage girl fan
— I probably should go… we are way too tired for our own good… and Iker sneaks out of the tub and just before he takes the stairs down to his room Sergio says
— And capi… thank you for saying I had never disappointed you
— It's the truth nene. Have a good night.
— you too capi.
— Oh my god exclaimed Cristiano while looking absolutely captivated. You talk this deep every time ?
— No I told you it was the first time since, well I can't even remember the last time wespoke together alone about anything else than kids or football.
— so how did you feel after this, just happy to catch up with him or confused, did you have any doubts it was more than friendship at the time ? Cause you know I remember very well that things grew up very slowly for me and Ricky he was there for years by my side and I never really thought about us as an … us you see.
— and what changed your… point of view
— the separation when I left for England, I was suddenly all alone and with plenty of time to think about what I was missing from home and the more I thought of it the more it was clear to me… I was craving to see him again, but each time he called I was too frightened to say anything more than small talk you know, and each time I saw him during holidays or national team games I was petrified because I suddenly saw a myriad of little things that made me melt…
Cristiano was pink now despite his tanned skin, he sipped his beer and leaned on the sofa
— his smile, the way he took care of me, how he acted so bossy even though I was the star and no one really knew who he was. How he was gaining respect and managing a thousand things more each time I was coming back to Portugal. Ricky's never been impressed by me he always made fun of me and called me to order when I was out of line you know. He still does…
— I know he does… added pensively Iker, thinking about the numerous time when they had to call the little Portuguese to manage a crisis with Cristiano's lost of temper.
— Anyway my story will be for another time… tell me how you felt this night while walking toward your room.
Iker couldn't sleep at all, he wasn't really nervous but the fact was that his mind was totally stimulated by the conversation he just had with his friend and he couldn't help but playing it in his mind. This outburst of honesty between them had just reminded him how powerful their relationship was, even though they had spent the last years overwhelmed by a thousand of new concerns; wives, kids. He always had him by his side, silent and still but there solid rock. And what they had just admitted, the steady care of what the other might think about one another was just the consequence of their high mutual regards and fondness.
Rediscovering something that has always been there ; knowing you had long days of idleness coming to learn to enjoy it was a really nice feeling thought Iker. He smiled, thinking about how happy the future days would be.
That said he couldn't avoid this little voice in his head, the one reminding him his unusual trouble when the defender was close enough for their skin to touch. That and other little signs he wasn't ready to analyze and study, mostly because, kept in the fog they still brought him a sweet heat through the limbs.
He closed his eyes this time, not very proudly but because he had no will for drama, and ignoring it was the best way to let these unusual feelings go away. Summer was still young.
The next morning he woke up late, compared to his usual 6:30 am. And headed to the desk, where his wife, Pilar, Geri and Sergio were having breakfast. The sun was bright and the sea incredibly calm. no wind, but still it wasn't too hot on the luxurious boat.
— hey capi … exclaimed a joyful Sergio while inviting him to sit by the shadow next to him. Iker rubbed his eyes
— what are you doing up Sergio, it's still the morning.
— you see ! nine a.m. and he's up but I never saw him being on time once, on the morning trainings, complained Geri. He's so full of shit.
— what can I say, I couldn't sleep, it must be the ocean air that keeps me awake.
— so what now we would have to train on a boat so that mister Sergio could be on time.
— maybe so you'd be a little less distracted while the training Geri
— what is it supposed to mean ?
— is it supposed to mean that you can't complain about me arriving two minutes late and then focusing all the time when you spend your time restyling this knot bag of yours, or complaining about how the shorts are "way too large for my cute little ass and the tops way too small for my broad shoulders" ended Sergio taking a really high pitched voice while Pilar was pouring Iker a large glass of orange juice.
— I do not sound like that
— boys please
— yes you do Geri, kept going Sergio with his annoyingly high voice.
— as you seem to enjoy imitations you might like this one "hii no I can't, water it's so scary, please, no I'm gonna pass out "
— stop it I told you it's a phobia, it's serious !
— don't victimize yourself… you're just a chicken… admit it it's not that bad
And Sergio almost jumped over the table while Gerard was escaping to start running around the desk. Pilar rolled his eyes
— and I thought the babies would be the worst to handle
— look at Enzo, he is staring at the see for almost an hour now
— Don't you think he has a problem or something… last night we already found him like that, alone, staring at the sea.
— nope… Clarisse told me he was a very contemplative child, explained Sara to his husband.
— I should still go check on him said Iker and he reached out to the young boy, deeply absorbed by the see.
— what are you looking at kiddo ?
— the strawberries and the elephants, said Enzo calmly. Iker started to panick about the idea that the boy could be crazy then saw the little eyes fixing him without a blink.
— what do you think I can look at here capi. Iker smiled and pat the head of the little boy.
— You know my name is Iker not capi
— but my dad calls you capi
— It's because I'm the captain of real Madrid where your dad and Sergio play too
— ok… and after a while remaining silent. And why do you call Sergio nene ?
— because I like him, he is my best friend
— so he is your best friend and you are his capi ? aren't you sad ?
— no, I am his friend too.
— are you sure ? asked the little boy suspicious.
— yes I am… now would you like to come and eat a little bit with us ?
— ok.
They had spent the whole day playing in the pool, chatting observing the sea, sleeping. Marcelo and Neymar even tried to fish, pretending it would be some kind of a Brazilian tradition which Clarisse denied. Geri joined them anyway pretending it would help him to relax due to the annoying presence of a certain sevillian boy. Iker and Sergio were leaning side-by-side tanning in the sun, half asleep.
— hey capi, starts Sergio while brushing his arm, I really enjoyed speaking with you last night, It felt like an eternity since we hadn't
— yes… I agree, I kinda missed it the last two years ; I feet like I suddenly open my eyes and we grew ten years older, we're settled men now, both of us. You don't have that hideous haircut anymore replies Iker so low his voice is almost a whisper, he lets his finger reaching out to Sergio's short hairs now, tangling in the longer strands on the top of it.
— don't be a bitch… it was fashion at the time and you loved it…
— I did… and Sergio curves so that Iker can easier pet his hair. Don't you miss it sometimes? I mean we were free back then.
— so free… unattached always partying... we even made sleep over so that we wouldn't have to separate from each other… they smiled gently at each other… it was fun while it lasted Iker, but we would have felt hollow to keep going like this for ever, I needed someone strong like Pilar, to be settled to feel that I was moving forward you know. I needed my son, to go home and sleep at ten on the week. I would have lost myself among the tequilas and the squadron of easy girl hovering over us…
— when did you become so wise again ?
— I'm not wise I just know what's good for me captain…
— that's wisdom. I'd like to be so sure about what I'm doing… sometimes I wake up in the morning and I just see my life with a neutral eye, no feelings like if it was a life someone picked up for me and somehow I just got embark and there I was.
— But you're still happy aren't you ?
— I guess…
— that's the same old problem we used to deal with capi… you think too much, remember each time a girl had a crush on you, you would never believe her no matter how enterprising she could be. And we had to push you so you would finally accept to go dance with her.
— that's absolutely different
— no… not at all life is a chick. She can be a bitch, or she can sent you her favors and you guy have life's favors so stop searching at the failure or the trap despite all the blessing she's pouring over you.
—"life is a chick" – Sergio Ramos Garcia 2014
— still, you know I'm right
Iker sighs heavily still stroking his defender's hair.
— you're good for me nene I wish I thought more like you ; life would be easier.
— you'd be bored if you weren't worrying about everything capi. laughes Sergio while straightening up on his elbows then leaning over him to kiss his cheek. A soft tender kiss of his full lips just a little bit wet, he tightens his grip on the hairs and Sergio press his cheek against his like a kitten.
— hey why are they all touchy like this
— shut up Geri and try to catch us a damn fish, assuages Shakira.
— I can kiss you if you feel alone Geri… enjoys Neymar
— It's really great to see them so close again don't you think ? asks Sara to Pilar while sipping her pina colada
— I totally agree, Sergio's way more easygoing when he's around Iker. They looked with a smile at there husbands gently snuggling on the sun
— look at him I've never seen him relaxed like that… well exept when he's on drugs
— what ?
— yeah we smoke weed together once in a while.
Sergio looked at ikers face with a cocky smile
— you're flushing paleface, maybe you should go in the shade.
Iker's not quite sure the red's only due to the sun but obeys quietly.
Gerard is exciting the kids to jump in the water, then he turns his eyes toward Sergio.
— Hey sergi, why don't you jump
— hey geri, why don't you shut the fuck up
— you are scared
— hey stop pushing him, he doesn't want to do this, says Iker
— He want's to but he can't. Sergio clenches his fists, he had no intention of putting one feet in the water until Iker showed up. But now, the keeper was here, the keeper which saw him as a brave man, not a pussy.
And suddenly Sergio can't bears the idea of disappointing his friend, he goes up the roof, 4 meters above the surface of the water. Neymar sees him, then his wife, all the kids and Ikers lays his eyes on him, he can't goes back. Iker's is white in panic
— Sergio don't ! scream everybody including Gerard. But Sergio takes a deep breath and jumps. Iker grabs a buoy and jumps to follow him, swearing between his teeth. When sergio's appears he is panicked, breathless and almost petrified. Iker grabs his shoulder firmly and gives him the buoy.
— don't do that ever again. you hear me ? and he slaps him a little bit. His defender has mad eyes, his fingers are uptight the buoy. Iker just realize how Sergio is brave to be able to defy a terror like his.
— nene you're safe, try to breath and he brings him back to the boat slowly, dragging him on the desk. His defender has a hissing breath and his whole body is shaking. Pilar is already here kissing his hairs and scolding him gently while rubbing his back. Slowly a smile blooms on his lips.
— I did it I did it have you seen me ?
— luckily Iker also jumped to save your ass you numskull.
— you're okay daddy asks jr
— yes yes
the following night Iker Sara Sergio and Pilar are discussing quietly, about children and friends and nice places where they might go the next day. Then geri shows up and screams about the starting poker party and Pilar hurries to join it.
— I'll go to, says Sara, I need to watch over the kids
— do you want me to come too
— no ! no… stay here with Sergio honey you'll be quiet just the two of you.
— Every day I'm amazed at how my wife is so wonderful with me
— why because she takes care of your kid
— no because she always feels what I want or what I need, sometimes even before I do.
Sergio smiles softly and flushes a little bit while lowering his gaze
— so I guess now you just wanted to… stay alone with me ?
— yes answers Iker, but he doesn't seem that charming and keeps going with his voice ice cold. Because I wan't to fucking drown you in the tub
— what ? why ? what did I do ?
— you almost killed yourself just to prove geri he was wrong
— nothing worth proving Geri he's wrong jokes Sergio.
— you perfectly know what it was about
— no I don't.
— Sergio. Iker grabs his defender's arm and take his face between his fingers. Just with me no one around tell me why you jumped off that roof. The atmosphere was really heavy and Sergio swallowed, his capi was serious. He had to admit, hoping it would get well
— I… did that for you… so you wouldn't be disappointed and think I'm a coward… And I know it's absolutely stupid because I don't think you could be disappointed by me just for this.
— never nene… you can't think you must know I 'd never be disappointed
Sergio nods obediently. And Iker feels a flood of burning desire running through his veins he craves to press his lips against the soft ones of the sevilian boy and so he freezes unable to make the smallest move.
— capi… you seem worried
— no… no it's okay, Iker manages to detach himself from his companion, but with difficulty as if he had to fight against a background current. He sits, a little disoriented and inspires a long time. The heat wave crackles him again in the limbs. Sergio winces
— you're hurt
— I've back ache, it's when I stay a long time not doing any kind of sport
— where ? Sergio indicates the muscles along the vertebral column and he affixes his thumbs on it, presses strongly and starts the massage.
— how does it feel nene ?
— very good capi
— c'm here. He draws him to install him between his legs and continues to press along his column. He soon noticed this little spot that made the defender shudder. What's here he asks while pressing on it. Sergio gasps, just a soft intake of air. "it's a… sensitive spot" they stay like this a little while, and then Iker stops "are you better now ?" "yes a lot thank you" Ikers fingers rest on the curve of his hips and Sergio lies back naturally, without asking anything and Iker wraps his arms around his slender waist, bushing his low belly. Sergio arches his neck to rest his head on Iker's shoulder. The keeper feels him thrill beneath the skin, and he smiles against Sergio's ear caressing upon the groin "an other sensitive spot… nene ?" and as an answer he feels his defenders hand grabbing his thighs strongly and can't help himself to bite the throat offered next to him to choke a groan of desire. Sergio's hand are made of embers. Sergio urges his palms and fingers, almost scratching him toward his butt. He slides a hand on the inner thigh of the defender and feels Sergio melting against him suddenly, breathing harder. All was quiet except the tiny wind blowing, their hard chug and the lapping of the hot water against their skin.
— Iker … Iker ? It's Neymar's voice calling him. They split up quickly, red and scared.
— yes ?
— we play the were wolf game finally, we need you you want to come ?
— … okay yes. We arrive. And Neymar goes back inside. They look shyly at each other.
— hum… well… so what happened back there ? he is joyfull but a little bit awkward.
— we got quiet carried away…
— what would you have done if Neymar hadn't showed up
— kept going, maybe kiss you… I wasn't thinking anymore… I'm sorry.
— don't be… I'm as responsible as you… they dry off and Sergio amost screams, "fuuuck capi I'm half hard. Iker cringes.
— me too… look nene it's not that bad, we had a moment of misguidance just forget it.
— yeah… yeah… he seems a little bit dizzy. Ok… ok perfect.
— capi…
— yes
— would you help me with my back, I suffer again
— I don't think it's a good idea nene
— why?
— what if we can't control ourselves like yesterday. It would be wrong
— But… I thought you liked it.
— I did, I unexpectedly did that's the whole point.
— You find me ugly ?
— no ! no nene ! But you're a man and I'm straight.
— Maybe you're not that straight
— and what about you Sergio ! You're used to this ? fuck you act like everything is perfectly normal. You did this before?
— No…
— Just forget it okay… forget everything.
— I can't Iker. I fucking can't ! but since it seems so easy to you… He stood up and leaved, angrily.
— nene !