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Fic: I close my eyes and I want you (not in dreams but as you are)

Titolo: Chiudo gli occhi e ti vorrei (non nei sogni ma così come sei)
Autore: el_defe
Fandom: RPF Calcio
Personaggi: Pep Guardiola/Bojan Krkić
Rating: 18 +
Warning: slash , fanservice, self
Word Count: 549 (FDP)
Notes: There are none. XD Aside from the credits for the title, are always praised the Matia Bazar.
Prompt: Solitude @ bingo_italia . (It is not as it seems. Or does it?)
Disclaimer: Nothing has happened and is still do not buy anything and I would not have pretensions of realism, even if it were true.
Intro: A free Sunday spending a day out.

close my eyes and I want you (not in dreams but as you are)

Who am I? "Pep
smiles instinctively to the tone a bit 'child of that voice, resting his hands on those that cover eyes and working with the thrill that strikes both at the time of contact of her skin with that of Bojan. "I have no idea right" answers, and one of those hands away from her eyes to give him a slap on the wrist.
"Who want to be, demented" mutters Bojan, moving away just enough to allow Pep turning to him and let him quietly and slyly noted that, while he is old enough to indulge your modesty at all times and put on a pair of pants just got out of bed, even just to look out the window and bask in the infinite expanse of green just outside the Sol Aire, he can afford to press against him as he woke up, naked and with only one thing on his head. "Do not you want?" Murmured disappointed, throwing her arms around my neck and nibbling her ear lobe.
"Yes," sighs Pep, just leaning on him and closing his eyes to focus on the languid movements of Bojan - the language that passes all'attaccatura ear, and then to the neck, there where the first beard beginning to resurface, the basin that rubs against the fabric of his pants with a disarmingly slow, going over every line of his body hidden by it, his throbbing erection that meets the sex of Pep, flabby and not at all stimulated the idea of owning it for the umpteenth time - before giving up. "I want breakfast."
"Can we bring here," insists Bojan still frustrated, but is forced to let him go after a moment and then puts a pout so blatant it from bursting out laughing.
"Come on, Bojan" reassures him, hugging him in turn and rubbing her hands on her back. "Last night I've laid out, it is also normal if I'm not going to have sex ..." remains open, extending a hand enough to return the flip of a little earlier, but on my ass, "... for the fourth time in last night. "
" It was not ever sleep together, "he complains Bojan, burying her face against his shoulder Pep. "I seem to lose something, if-'
" The only What you'll lose if you do not hurry, it will be breakfast. It would be a shame because the woman, here is the amazing pastries. "Pep look with the eyes, the sweatshirt he was wearing the night before he arrived - thrown lies crumpled in the corner in which to Bojan - and , with a snort, wearing the first shirt that is in the bag. "You look down."
Bojan see the door close before the half-smile of Pep and let go a sigh, picks up his sweater, rather than its own, and puts it before finding a pair of briefs & ndash ; a strong enough to keep it in place without explode, because the smell of Pep in that shirt is so strong that it can be just blows my mind.
masturbating so fast that your fingers feel slightly numb when a couple of minutes later, pressed against the sheets of the bed, his face sunk in the mesh that is not his ascent to expose the back. And only then, blushing, note the click of the door is really closed.

END