Wedding Program Wording For Deceased Relatives

flip Yo con el Arbol de Piqué

Title: Yo flip con el Arbol de Piqué
Author: Stateira
Beta: koorime_yu janetmourfaaill
RPF Football Fandom - English National
Characters / Pairing: Gerard Piqué / Cesc Fàbregas (Fabriqué)
Rating: VM18, of course
Warning:
Disclaimer: are not mine, otherwise it would be a white Christmas.
Note: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The evil prompt is "Christmas Tree"

Barcelona, Christmas, looks like a cute little girl tanning pestiferous you have done to convince all the good during the year. Gerard Piqué loved the alluring atmosphere that is breathed in the street, in shops decorated in disproportionately, wrapped in a kind of mist produced by constant puffs of plants heating.

He loved Christmas for one week each year because it seemed not to lead a crazy life. Reappropriate of normality, rhythms that without realizing he had forgotten, swallowed up by the rush of fame. He had spent a wonderful afternoon to fill up the arms of gifts for boys and for his family, as any one, and try not to think too much about the fact that Cesc would be back soon to spend holidays with him.

... Not always always always with him, since he had a family. But most of the time, yes. Otherwise, it could well be sure it was going to jump on knees at the foot of, if he dared let go alone also Christmas.

In turn there were a lot of couples who were buying: looking girls terrifying authoritarian dragged behind engaged which in turn dragged behind bags and bags, mostly. It looked funny. Of course, if he had the chance to go shopping with Cesc, he would catch a lot more embarrassing gifts to those who had managed to put together the rabble of Barça.

Imagine that Leo had bought a table football because he remembered how crazy to play the sports center.

And Puyol? Bah, was hoping to have guessed the size of the swimsuit from pilates. But put that stuff really ridiculous?

He turned the key in the lock and snapped the lock with a creaking sound familiar, for a moment enjoying the warmth of home, and the light of the stay that he did not remember leaving on.

- Damn. - Muttered against himself as he tried to spy on the road between the packages loaded into each arm above the other in precarious balance, to avoid having to do two laps. He closed the door with a calcium and dropped all their precious gifts on the couch, and it was only then that he noticed.

Crouched on the floor, Cesc Fàbregas was highly critical air shed with two boxes of Christmas decorations that he had dumped there the night before, waiting for him should wish to do the tree .

- You can not put the blue balls and red balls together, not feeling well. - Considered as if it were the most natural thing to say at that time.

Now, if it had been understood, Gerard would have entered in the stomach in a slip, as punishment for having entered into his house like a thief.

had not even say "hello", the idiot. Laughed crazy and jumped on him.

- Oh, god, do not believe you came, do not believe it! -

Cesc Dodge golden festoons just in time to save them from the landslide, and opened his arms to get it all. - Someone had to help you make the tree. - Sobbed, for the immense weight of all Gerard sternum. He managed stop it on its side and steal a kiss fool, between the mouth and nose.

- I do not even say "welcome back"? -

- Welcome back Cesc. -

- That's better. -

Gerard could not in any way stop laughing. There was no hope. If he stopped, he started crying, probably, and sing some songs of Christmas, so it was much better this way.

- But how did you get? -

- I've loaned you the keys to your house this summer. Do not you remember? -

- I also remember that you had returned them to me before returning to London. -

- I've made a copy. -

There was no reason to insist on this as well. Maybe, in some remote corner of his mind, Gerard wanted to scold him for doing something so obviously evil, but not Cesc gave him the chance, because he returned to studying the colorful balls scattered on the floor, to raise and let go down the buoy gold and silver, to look askance the stars to be embedded within the branches.

- So, first, on top of the tree we put a bit like this one. - Decided, indicating a oblong box. - It seems a bit 'too fragile to withstand a comet. -

- Yes. -

- And you have to decide if the tree you want to do on red gold on blue or silver. You can not combine the two. -

- Why can not we? The blue and red go well together. - Gerard said.

- Want to make a tree theme Barca? I thought that could only Puyi so bold. -

Gerard made a kind of disappointed in the direction of the muzzle red and yellow balls. - Okay. - Muttered. "Then, the blue ones that I have more. -

- Excellent choice! -

Cesc slapped a shot on the thighs and jumped up, driven by a pragmatism that could not belong to one that had just taken a flight from London. Piqué was asked with genuine curiosity when he arrived. He had taken a taxi to his house? Probably yes the airport is not exactly around the corner. If he knew he dropped everything to go and get it. But perhaps, on reflection, would no longer be so Christmas. The

an ambush while he was busy hanging a silver ball to one of the highest branches of the tree, hugged him from behind, burying her face carefully between his neck and his neck and enjoy the feeling very special to hear the shudder.

- Hey, what are you doing? -

- Nothing. I'm glad you're here. Now I feel really Christmas. -

- Really? Wow, I'm your personal Santa Claus. -

- Are you more like a reindeer. -

Cesc laughed, leaning almost to touch the tree with his nose. - You know, in fact I've brought something to contribute to your tree. I leaned into the kitchen, I'll take it. -

- In the kitchen? -

Four minutes later, he was made full in July, and Gerard felt really hot. Cesc was working with the same, resolute dedication than before, a new Christmas tree. Only it was not a tree, it was his erection, and - holy Christ, it was better if I do not think so.

- I did not know what color I had the decorations. - Explained, as he carefully stroked with the fingertips until they managed to make it completely hard. - So I was in possession. There was only one thing was sure. - Gerard

clung with all his strength to the arms of the chair, probably would not know what it was.

- Here here. - Cesc whispered, kidnapped. Uncorked the bottle and squeezed in topping a long Sbruffo light blue gel just below his glans.

Gerard swore softly.

- I have nothing to silver, but I have the transparent one, the taste of sugar. Should be fine. -

Within a few seconds, the space between the arms of Gerard and the arms were littered with bottles topping, because in the end decided that Cesc does not care anything about his penis sing Christmas with the real tree, so it was up to the trial with wild cherry and the chocolate topping.

Gerard had always underestimated the density of the topping, or in England it produced extraordinarily thick and sticky. Cesc was a bloody sadist who gave him particular few drops at a time straight over the glans, and then waited patiently to come down almost to the hilt, as he is humiliated and raving for more.

By then, his cock had become a desperate, hard covered with frosting and colorful tree from top to bottom.

Gerard begged him for the millionth time to give him the coup de grace, but the other I wanted to know.

- Do not you see? - Pointed out, critical. - No star, no? -

the star.

According to him, his staff had to be star-tree with because, otherwise, horror. Gerard began to seriously fear that the balls could explode at any moment, with all the unbearable shock of pleasure that the slow motion of drops of the topping were causing everywhere.

Cesc brandished a box a bit 'bigger than the others, shook it, pointed it expertly against his penis and flushed almost purple made from strawberry frosting. And pulled the trigger.

A sea of whipped cream wrapped around lapping at the tip, forming a small cone extraordinarily precise, soft-looking and very, very tasty.

- Lllllà! - Cesc said, satisfied. - Now you're perfect. -

- Now I'm dead, dead! - Gerard almost whimpered. - I hate you, Fàbregas, I swear. I hate you. -

- Why are you getting so worked up? Look what you eat now. -

- Oooh, my god, do not we also put in words. -

Cesc contemplated his masterpiece with undisguised satisfaction. In fact, did better: he took out the palm of his trouser pocket, and photographed. Then, he changed his angle, so as to be able to frame its two trees together. He deserved it had been hours of hard work, his.

- This does not I'll put you on Twitter. - Assured him. - I mine alone. -

- Nh. I promised that I would have posted pictures of the tree. Now, please! -

- We will give later, so your fans will be pleased. It also will be happy Puyi. -

- said to be in control if I did indeed. -

- I hope it is not now, then. -

and impact gently with the tip of the nose and lips, on his penis long abused. Gerard

first tensed like a rope, then relaxed dead weight on the couch, unable to do anything but moan and sob so disjointed and devoid of all dignity while Cesc is eating her tree.

drops topping older you were like dried on her skin, and forcing Cesc to do something awful, licking the tip of the tongue to be able to remove them via a bit 'at a time. When he reached the area just below the glans, Geri seriously feared that he would come before receiving a blow job as they should. Had nothing to do who do not take everything in his mouth, he thought about the feeling of the sticky topping crazy to do so. And the whipped cream was getting hot: Cesc began to lick it off a little at a time, making him feel just something muffled as he approached. The final layer slipped away all together, and eat it in time Cesc was forced - thank God, thank you - even to eat his erection almost completely.

- Oh, Cesc. Ooooh, Cesc. - Exclaimed, completely blinded to orgasm was mounting inexorably. Cesc expertly guided him, forcing him to almost explode when he wanted him, and especially as he wanted: the jet of semen ended colorful, and now pasticciatissima, by Christmas, adding a little more, a touch genuinely dirty at all.

in his life, Gerard had never thought of such a wonderful way to thwart the efforts of an entire afternoon. Except, perhaps, shoot and put it on Twitter.