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Title: Hot like Mexico
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom
Original Characters / Pairing: Alejandro / Fernando / Robert
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Although original, the characters are not mine. What a sad thing. Needless to say, are taken from the song "Alejandro" of Lady Gaga, I did not write myself, although I would have liked. I love you, Gaga! COC
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The evil prompt is "Do not call my name / I'm not your babe."



Brandy was first choice, but it was the only alcohol that was in the house, and Fernando did not like her at all take taste of wood. She asked him a soda ice, praying that Alejandro does not he come out with a of his usual comments about how it was baby.
Alejandro's house was probably the most beautiful city, with a view of Acapulco Bay as to bring tears to the eyes. The room had one wall made of glass, giving access to the terrace where they had dinner together almost every night, sometimes alone, with certain other hazardous friends of the landlord.
But this time, three of them were together again. Robert threw himself on one of ocher-colored leather sofas and watched them with his usual calm and amused expression, which is particularly illuminating whenever Fernando showed signs of unease and impatience.

They were in secret once a week, without her, to make their game. Since they discovered each other, came quite naturally, jealousy and the sense of competition had not even ever born among them. Was bound to mean that things with her, were already a disaster. They had their consulates
little desire to live at least finding some 'dignity of the one between the legs of the other. It was not a question of money, but of heart, despite Alejandro was the only one of them to have a salary - and salary - and do not settle for the maintenance of luxury. Pride you shut up with two thousand dollars in cash, but the real issue is sex, knowing that doing so those two thousand dollars is really the only reason why the rise pants. There is no pleasure, no interest, nothing.

In the end, the pleasure and interest he was discovered in their little exclusive club, where she had as the rain outside the window, and Alejandro for this often pause to look at along the sky.
And Fernando was tired of staying to listen to his crap on her, that among them was almost over and that she and her fucking cigarettes would be gone soon. And Roberto
watched them with a wax melancholy, because he knew to be the number three for everyone. He was the strongest, not her, she did not know what the hell to do with his life, and every other day was going to cry one or the other, pretending to be a strong woman who was not threatening to leave them when the love ' only thing that could seriously threaten them was to starve them. Fernando, after all, he understood her frustration, because he shared on the other side of the river, could boast of being one with which she had cut off the hard way.
Alejandro was the only who still believe it: we had such a fear of being caught with his hands in his pants that if Fernando is married too soon.

Fernando hated his cowardice. He adjusted the collar of pure white linen shirt and went to sit with Robert in his arms, displaying a series of isospiri calcolatissimi what was comfortable there with him. Robert let him do as usual. On second thought, was a mystery why he, who had that so docile, he could put them both under the most natural. Fernando opened his legs and allowed him to shove his fingers in tight pants and friction the penis with the index. He groaned and shot a look at Alejandro fire. Roberto
stripped him completely, even socks. She put the twins of his shirt, which were a gift from her on the carpet, far enough away not to step on it. It took even his own, while Fernando was spread on the couch, right between her legs. It was the only completely naked, Roberto had kept his shirt unbuttoned her, and the rest to get sucked by him was not necessary to remove it. He stood still, waiting patiently for Fernando to take the place of his competence in his thighs and petting while distracted by a few caresses her hair. His encouragement produced some grumbling load of anticipation. Fernando shook the foundation of his fully erect penis between the thumb and forefinger, sliding in a puff the delicate skin that covered it. He licked his lips already hot, and put his tongue flat on any surface he could play. Robert stopped to pet it back with a groan to abandon completely satisfied and relaxed, and just then a gentle tinkle announced that Alejandro had thrown on the table her twins. Roberto spied him, concentrated, and analyzed the position of Fernando, his legs hanging awkwardly on the arm of the sofa and all of its trunk which moved back and forth to lick Roberto.

The system as preferred, making him bend his knees under the bust. Fernando weakly protested because he was missing the clutch of the couch, the only contact that would give a little 'to relieve his erection. Alejandro did not allow him to move, in fact, pushed his head on the groin of Robert, forcing him to take it all in her mouth. While he thanked him with a groan sound, he settled in behind Fernando knee, poised, quietly contemplating his ass fully exposed to him.
- Tell me it is. - Robert whispered.
- Magnificent, as always. - Replied dryly.
At that moment, Fernando turned the corner of my eye, and provocation with liquid look, full of need. His face was all red arrogant to stress and excitement, and every bird suck the shape of Robert protruded from under his cheek, enveloped by a thick sheath. Alejandro's pressed a finger on his left shoulder, and from there he made a slow start and precisely along the spine, following the waves formed by the up and down his spine. Fernando whimpered and almost stepped away from the mouth of Robert the penis, trying to arch as much as possible to follow the electric wave triggered by the touch of Alejandro.
- Come on! - Gasped.
did not have to beg.
Alejandro leaned backwards until you find the perfect spot from which it can take, and when Fernando went inside and ate literally sobbed throughout the erection of Roberto. He jumped out of reflex, almost suffocating him, before I can tacitly agree with Alejandro rhythm: before he's one file away, pushing him forward, toward him, and then if you take back, making darting out almost entirely. Fernando soon lost control of his reflexes, and his mouth filled with saliva so that now everything was wet crotch of Robert, shiny and sticky and made the surrounding areas. Taken to torture in the glans with the tip of the tongue, earning a prize by Alejandro who raised her pelvis vigorously to throw it open completely. He and Roberto
looked, without any difficulty sharing the feeling of domination and enjoyment perfect electric threesomes. Touched by Fernando ideally without the need for do anything that was not to go into his hole and his mouth to reach them.
Roberto was the first to be defeated by the breaths of the cold breath of Fernando soaked to the skin, the softness of her throat which beat violently against the glans. Fernando coughed out a bit 'of his suit, and the sensation of suffocating her contract did everything and come with power in the legs of Roberto. Slumped forward, letting you take his Alejandro, orgasm. It did not take too much, looking at the body of Fernando undone that quivered with each thrust, over-stimulation, while Roberto's restored with paternal care a tuft of hair that had fallen on his face.

For a while, 'stay there, in silence to share the feeling that three was the perfect number.
- You have not yet figured out our game? -
- No, Fernando. -
- What a fool. -
Fernando leaned lazily over Roberto, who was giggling, and grabbed the fly stranded two twins, who were not the ones he was wearing before.
- How do you not notice? She gave them to us! -
- You probably do not even remember who gave what. - Alejandro said, bored. Soon, he taped over your mouth with something sufficiently laborious that he would go the urge to complain.
- even us we remember. - Roberto said quietly. - It's all part of the game, next week we will exchange them again and again. And when they notice, we will tell the truth. -

Alejandro stood behind him nodded quite obvious, but Fernando did not stop mucking around with the twins, without looking. He was tired, really.

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(What if) he's the one

Title: (What if) he's the one
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Iker Casillas / Carles Puyol (always Puyillas question)
Rating: mmmh. R?
Warnings:
Disclaimer: are not mine. Carles belongs to Catalonia, and Iker belongs to Carles. I only own a pug dog and imagination.
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The evil prompt is "authority". And Bannerozzo below was created in collaboration with janetmourfaaill which is always so dear.

Carles Puyol What is an institution in the field is unquestioned. It is much more of a captain, he belongs to a nearly extinct breed of leaders who can cross the field running to be the first to hug after a goal, or get punched in the head if you combine some disaster. He has the gift of a parent there without ever being intrusive, and hearing it in, when you need something.

younger kids always ask if they are nervous before the match, which respond yes or no, he sits two minutes with them, and do not know how, eventually, come in all fields with feet of fire determination.

beginning, it was very complicated relationship with him. Iker has had to face his natural suspicion that even his face "Hey, I'm the good character of history" has scratched. Carles is simply not convinced the clarity of human beings, and especially those who know best: the players. To do this, Iker has resulted in the only way that Carles had accepted from him, he raised his hands in plain sight and it is coated in without a word, letting him do whatever he wanted.

If he lived it wrong? Well, Catalan and his side of the marble experience than, say, you can even make the effort to endure.

Carles is rather abrupt in his manner, because its sweetness if it brings it in as a ransom to be paid little time. Iker can not think of anything more valuable than something as air, hidden in his curls like a reflection.

The It took all the patience in the world, to subdue him, and sometimes he just thought it was impossible to get because of its liquid eyes and resolute. With hindsight, it can be said to be happy to be a sentimental shit, and allowing the feelings to enter the field from the first minute. Carles has no doubts that he would never let the evil win, the double play, something that did not speak the same language as the disarming of his emotions.

now trust him. Approaching slowly, as is done with the wildlife of the woods, offering all his wisdom and his sincerity, stripping the smiles from photographs, Iker has done her day after day, one beer after another, word by word and only at the end, as a trophy, even her body is open to his hands, with millions of reserves and secrets.

The point is that. The point is that when you put Iker's between her legs, her eyes always passes through a flash of panic.

You can not miss a moment, that it goes like a snap, because he does not like to appear so vulnerable. Iker remembers the first time he has managed, with kindness, to reverse their positions, to roll over and tell him that he wanted to Carles entrargli inside as he had never wanted anything. His eyes were wide open the wounded that night, because they seemed to shred all the confidence that had gained so far. But he went on, resolute in wanting to bring along a new and very deep, where sex would find its natural place between the kisses, between the hours on the couch listening to music together, including the long talks and lunch together at the restaurant.

E Carles had completely understood, and had joined, walking with him as equals.

The flash of panic remains, although now spend hours and hours in bed, to move in perfect sync, you get the most pleasure from even the most subtle gestures of the fingers on the abdominal thesis, thrilling one another without inhibition, to explore both the pleasures of the body and intense eyes. That flash by now, it's only erotic Iker, who knows that to turn it off you must kiss the neck of a bull until it come Carles skin goose. He also learned that just begins to push his penis against the tight ring of muscles, nipples are swelling now Carles, and assume a flattened shape in horizontal curious if made to be crushed between his lips. Carles has nipples incredibly receptive to any type of stimulation: the left one is amazing, because as soon as Iker passes over the tongue and sucking it from under you hear his heart pumping furiously taking.

Over time, Carles had to face facts that Iker knows how to enjoy it in a thousand different ways: with his erection hot, first of all, with his perfect way to push inside of him without hurting him, despite the strength with which crashed into her pelvis. He holds it open with your hands to stretch all their nerves, and the first thrust, those still argue, drawing small circles inside of him that are crying blood in his ears. But it's the strokes that make the difference. They are the kissing that gives him on the shoulder, lost and confused, and totally, totally honest.

Carles is not nice, and does not feel good. Only Iker, Iker among all people of the universe, can make him feel wanted. Iker is just really crazy about its chips wild its thick lips and wide, awkward in his face, and this has upset the balance of power in bed, but also outside.

They no longer need to prove who is captain of the other. Carles maintains his charisma even when he is planted inside Iker and it does scream of pleasure. Because it allows him to do so, and why Iker has earned the right to do so. Are equivalent so that every gesture of their blends to create the purest antidote to any doubt.

Every time he touches it, it is to tell him that is his, and he will gladly take care of what he sees. The disarming smile that makes him be his after coming in, his "wow" swelled with emotion and embarrassment, is how to have sex with Iker.

And he wants more, more, more.

Sink your fingers into Iker's shoulder blades, and it seems that it is not enough, that nothing in the world will never be quite as deep as they are pushed her in that moment. And it's completely, wonderfully, totally happy, and the orgasm is the most powerful cry of abandonment of his life, and it is for him.