Fic: shakiness Title: "shakiness"
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princess21ssj Beta: anyone, I have written to the blackberry ç_ç
Fandom: Manchester City FC Characters: David Silva, Adam Johnson,
Rating: VM 16 (but hints, etc.)
Word Count: about 1000
Disclaimer: is all fake, the characters do not belong to me and so on.
Introduction: - I thought you were right here in Manchester. - Notes: I've said that I have written to the bb? Well, my laptop died. Goodbye world.
shakiness When a knock, David jumps standing.
- Arrival! - Responds. Crease the cushions, the sofa disorderly, create the minimum of physiological confusion men needed to give the impression that it did not quite past the time to walk back and forth to the living room of his apartment in spasmodic awaiting the arrival of Adam. Considers it sufficient to just sling it at the door. Takes a deep breath of encouragement and eventually, with studied slowness, lower the handle.
E 'nervous and not be their first meeting. Their pseudo-relationship continues for a couple of months on the exact track of pure and simple disengagement. This does not imply that it is easy lead. It's not exactly like having a girlfriend to have it with a teammate. Furthermore, since Adam has run victim moments of intimacy are sparse, because excuse continuous visits and outings together becomes all too complicated, without the excuse of a beer at the pub after training.
David is nervous and extremely excited to spend the evening with him. It 'was the first person he thought, coming back from the friendly with Italy. He wants so much so that for him was the same.
So opens the door, greets him with a broad smile on his lips. Struggles to stay, although we try in every way to restrain himself, biting his lower lip with his front teeth.
- Hey! - Exclaimed, unable to seriously to make something meaningful to say goodbye. The
only lets you close the door before fell on him, throwing her arms around his neck. She kisses him quickly on the cheek, pausing for a moment close to him to relish
its smell. Smells like a soap that is not in Spain, a variant of Marseille dare, but in the end is not that the figures that much. He prefers the feeling of being intoxicated that transmits breathe.
With another kiss to his lips trying to deepen the contact, squints the floor, looking for his language. He feels his hands clawing at his sides, and with a push their bodies to join. It should be the prelude to a night unleashed under the sheets. And to be honest David has not even contemplated the idea of having a peaceful interlude of conversation before sex, why is not Adam's and a mad desire to get caught up and devour it with kisses.
The last thing he expects is to try to drag him to bed and could not get it. Yet those feet firmly on the mat does not leave room for other interpretations.
- Adam? -
- I thought you were right here in Manchester. - All of a sudden he bursts out, the mind searches grim air. David portrays himself burned, does not know what to say. Do you feel attacked.
- Of course I like it here, how can you think that ...? - Mutters, as long as the murderess of Adam does not look quiet.
- Yes, certainly. Almost equal to what you have told the media. - David
raises an eyebrow taking a clear expression of doubt - Excuse me? -, Question in a mixture of the curious and annoyed.
- Want me to mention it? -
- I have no idea what you're talking about. - Adam
pushes him angry. - David, at least not fool me! Do you miss Spain and fucking understand it, but at least have the balls to tell me everything! - David
pales, though would like to respond instinctively to push dealt a punch on the nose. But then he reflects, and changes his mind. Grabs him by the collar of his jacket, drawing it to himself.
pants, while he holds his breath. Search his eyes, his look to tie it craves to own and not to release more.
- I never said anything like that. I miss my home, but here I'm fine. - Adam
departs his head, tries to escape.
- David, I'm not stupid. What the fuck has happened in Italy with David Villa? - David
is strange for a moment. A devastating silence falls upon them. It is as if Adam had torn a veil of impenetrable mystery, because until then nobody had ever dared to do that name. David Villa has always been a constant presence among them and unspeakable, a kind of ghost that has come to be an ominous shadow on their balance.
So David hesitates, but not to meditate so long to deny the sincerity of an impulsive act. Clings to Adam and attacks him, covering him with kisses mild and transient. It's a fine frenzy that burns on the skin, a need that is spasmodic blushing cheeks.
- David Villa ... who? - The nasty blows to the ear, sliding his hands along the lower belly, drawing invisible circles intense, just a few inches below the navel.
- Are you jealous? - Asked with a mocking tone, slyly stroking an erection just hidden by the tight jeans.
Adam laughs loudly, almost calmed and reassured by the reaction of the partner.
- To Die For! - Replication, pushed to the couch. He forced him to sink in between the cushions studied disorder, place on top of him astride.
- To Die For. - Stresses, helping him take off his shirt between bites and other mischievous.
And in the end it takes no time to lose control and find themselves entangled in devastating and perfect harmony of complicity.
- I want you. - David's whispered, his voice rough
as velvet, and holds him, holding her legs up to the dock.
Adam is left to want and enjoy. It is left scratching its nails and ensnare those unconnected sentences spoken in English. Them to him always whispers, before reaching orgasm.
would like to say once and for all who do not understand, that we would scare. And he knows, however, is only an excuse, because those words remind him that the post of David is not Manchester, that everything could end up one day and that after all this could happen at any moment.
Yet that sense of insecurity is to take ecstasy.
Nd
princess21ssj : the bb can not write, you understand. You can not point!
But I hope not to have disgusted. Know that it was not betata, so ...
\u0026lt;3
PS: I know that he used words very contradictory. Well, I thought that might give a better idea.
PS 2: The original ending was different, but because it seemed far too cloying, I took it and deleted everything.
PS 3: Actually, I need to create a collection for the AJ / David
but have not yet decided how to name it after that XD "Sky Blues Tales."
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