Walk With Feet Turned Out

Fic: That Phone Call

Ok, as always in everything I forgot to post my first fic here, better late than never. U_U





Community: dietrolequinte
Title: That phone call
Author: x_stateira_x
Beta: koorime_yu and janetmourfaaill
Fandom: RPS - FC Liverpool / Real Madrid CF
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres (Sernandoh)
Rating: VM18
Warning: sporcaccionaggini
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not profit. (H) You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. (Eeeeeh) Nothing in this narrated fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh)
Note: I angosciatissima for this debut. Angosciatissima.




- Ready. -

While he said it, Sergio Ramos was putting together a difficult puzzle pieces. was three thirty in the morning and he was sleeping the best sleep of his life. The staff had taken his cell phone to ring frantically. It was a contact number for the chosen few, that: he saw the words "private number" on the screen, but he answered automatically, even without taking the time to curse.

- Hello. - Whispered a voice. Sergio had a shiver down my spine.
- C-Who's Talking? -
Silence, and then a soft chuckle. - Who knows. Did I wake you? - At
giggle, Sergio knew him, and finally relaxed on the sheets that had kicked off in the rush to respond. - Hell, yes. - Sighed. - What is it, why do you call me with--
- Shhhh. - Sergio
closed his eyes glare. He tried the same, unmistakable tension when the idiot at the other end made him "shhh" live, right ear. He curled up a little, pushing his head against the pillow crumpled.
- All right. I'm all ears. - Murmured, amused.
- Here. That's better. -
- Why did you call me? -
- Because I wanted to hear. -
- At three o'clock in the morning? -
- Yes. I could not sleep. -
- Poor niño. -
- You know, I tried to relax a bit 'masturbate, but I did not succeed. -
- ... Thanks for informing me that you're a million miles from here with an orgasm at stake. Now I just did not succeed to sleep. -
other end, half sneer. Fernando's voice echoing slightly, as if he were in an empty room or very small. - I'll I company. Guess, I'm wearing boxers that we bought together. Red ones. Those who make the stain immediately if I get a drop. - Sergio
mentally counted to three, and then moaned softly. - Do not do this. - Blew, and stretched a hand under the sheets to get half a caress.
- All right. Then I raise them. -
- Oh no no no, no ... Nando -
A rustle through the ear's unique vibrating all the way down between her legs, and the erection he had hoped to hold off with the caress swelled almost made him sick.
Holy shit.
would have been able to distinguish the noise made when it slid off the clothes even if Fernando had been distorted and mixed with one hundred thousand other sounds. Its thin skin is wrinkled even if he bent to help pull out the hip pants and scratch card gently on the fabric.
- Sergio. - Shoot the damn little tormentor. - I'm all naked, they are very hard, and I'm thinking about you so so much that I hurt my temples. -
No replies the other. Only a faint noise. Surely Sergio was moving the cushions, to have all the space he needed.
- I came back the urge to masturbate. ... Do you hear? I'm trembling voice. -
- Yes. I feel it. - Sergio closed his eyes, like a defeated man. He ran a finger over the glans, squeezing the muscles of the back reflection of the slight sensation of cold. His body trembled at first pleasantly caress.
- Anf. - Fernando made over the phone. - Wish you were here, Sergio. I looked. -
- Yes. Nnnh, you would look, fill my eyes. Are you lying? -
- Yes. -
- God What you need to be indecent. -
- St keeping your legs wide. I can not use his left hand because I'm holding the phone. Otherwise ... Nh ... I put two fingers between your buttocks and try to do spells that you do. -
- God You're killing me. -
A sob. The vague feeling that Fernando had lost control of breath and could not talk anymore.
- S-Sergio! There are ... ... I'm ... -
Sergio gave a ferocious pace with his hand, but for those who were sighing in my ears Nando would not even be served.
- Aaaahn! - Threw out his chest, while his feet were planted curled themselves into the mattress. He came and shook a few seconds before Nando. The perfect time to enjoy with a minimum of lucidity his sigh that became frantic squeaks when he was doing was trying to breathe, and finally the long, soft, delighted "Ooooooooh" which was the best orgasm of his commentary as possible.
After at least a full minute of flotation, recovered one of the pillows that had moved, to put it under the head.
- I hate you. - Chuckled. - Explain how you came to mind to me a thing. -
- I told you. Because I missed you. -
- Yeah. - The smile was a moment of hesitation. Exhaled a long time. - When you arrive at the airport tomorrow? -
- have already arrived. -
- ... What? -
- Surprise. I'm in the car. -
- By car. Have you masturbated while driving? -
- Look, are stationary. -
- Ah, even better! All we need is that you do see! Where are you exactly? -
- In your home. I open? -

Why? Why
Nando had to be so ...?

- If you open? - Sergio
threw away the phone without being sure you have closed the call. He grabbed a pair of shorts to training that had thrown the chair before going to sleep if he had not even put them under her pants and ran like a madman down the stairs. If they had not been nearly four in the morning, would have laughed like a madman, for the savage joy of being able to immediately embrace, and why were these small, dirty things that reminded him of why he loved Fernando.

White Dots On Dogs Nose

Today is Paul died on Octopus.
What a sad day. The staff of the aquarium is destroyed for the loss, and I with them.

The English international is not doing better.
Torres is in tears for hours now. And tears are flare freckles are well known. Ramos, who is primarily a monster, he thought of consoling his uke at her home with a bunch of parsley and a sack of potatoes. Inexplicably, Torres has launched a behind the sofa.

From Morocco, I am told that Puyol has improvised a guard of honor, and gave a heartfelt speech in which he argued strongly that, without a shadow of doubt, the Octopus Paul Catalano was a true companion. Pedro, who unfortunately for him was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that is there with him, he had to hold the Catalan flag in memory of the deceased. Puyol also said to want to cut hair as a sign of mourning. He thought about eight seconds later.
In Barcelona, however, it seems that Villa, Iniesta and company sfoghino understand their pain slicing potatoes and warming pans.

Fàbregas bought a traditional cookbook, just to be ready for any eventuality.

Casillas is caught between two fires, as it would give a much sforchettatina piccolapiccolapiccola pierced the beast, but Puyol was really too scared to try to help but does not pretend addoloratissimo.

But there is a breaking news. It seems that Sneijder is just back on the sly by a mysterious lightning trip, and the legitimate demands of society and the captain responded with an evasive "I do not know anything about pesticides, ask De Jong."

's really a sad moment. All gather in mourning. I was quickly