Lolling my ass off the whole way through this, but before I get to the bits that made me holler, let me just say that I loved Xavi here - for the way he embraced this kink and threw himself into it, and for the way he took such good care of Iker. It created an almost sweet tone that played alongside the humour wonderfully. Also, I found the illicitness uber hot!
Loved Iker's sheepishness.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was amazing, and I liked the parallel between Iker's actual embarrassment and that of dreaming about getting stuck in the tube.
And now for the funnies -
And every one of them had a Barcelona player's smirking face.
*****
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Iker leaned closer and drew in as deep a breath as he could to hiss, "Xavi! You're going to miss the match!"
Xavi jerked awake. "Huh - whuh?" he mumbled, raising his head and looking around groggily. Then he directed an accusing glare at Iker. "Do you know what time it is? What'd you wake me up for?"
*****
"Don't be silly," Xavi said. "I'll carry the water. First let's get you back to bed."
*****
"Careful you don't kick me," Iker hooted.
"You've completely ruined the mood," Xavi complained.
*****
"I object to this..." Iker paused and rubbed his aching stomach for a second. "this... objectification." He burped again. Better.
"Yeah," Xavi smirked, "that would be a lot more believable if you didn't have an even bigger boner than I do."
*****
And the end - because football will come before everything.
Also, this was especially lovely
Iker sighed in stupefied satisfaction. The slow, rhythmic movements mimicked the massage that Xavi had given him earlier, relieving some of the pressure of his glut, and more than that, it was stirring lovely waves of warmth that merged seamlessly with the afterglow still radiating through his pelvis. Xavi was crooning something as he worked, maybe soothing nonsense, maybe an old Catalan lullaby.
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Date: 2013-11-10 10:54 pm (UTC)Loved Iker's sheepishness.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was amazing, and I liked the parallel between Iker's actual embarrassment and that of dreaming about getting stuck in the tube.
And now for the funnies -
And every one of them had a Barcelona player's smirking face.
*****
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Iker leaned closer and drew in as deep a breath as he could to hiss, "Xavi! You're going to miss the match!"
Xavi jerked awake. "Huh - whuh?" he mumbled, raising his head and looking around groggily. Then he directed an accusing glare at Iker. "Do you know what time it is? What'd you wake me up for?"
*****
"Don't be silly," Xavi said. "I'll carry the water. First let's get you back to bed."
*****
"Careful you don't kick me," Iker hooted.
"You've completely ruined the mood," Xavi complained.
*****
"I object to this..." Iker paused and rubbed his aching stomach for a second. "this... objectification." He burped again. Better.
"Yeah," Xavi smirked, "that would be a lot more believable if you didn't have an even bigger boner than I do."
*****
And the end - because football will come before everything.
Also, this was especially lovely
Iker sighed in stupefied satisfaction. The slow, rhythmic movements mimicked the massage that Xavi had given him earlier, relieving some of the pressure of his glut, and more than that, it was stirring lovely waves of warmth that merged seamlessly with the afterglow still radiating through his pelvis. Xavi was crooning something as he worked, maybe soothing nonsense, maybe an old Catalan lullaby.
♥