Title : Austrian awkwardness
Author : cesctorres
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Cesc Fabregas / Gerard Pique / Cristiano Ronaldo
Part: 2 of 3 (Part 1)
Disclaimer : Pure fiction
Summary : After snowboarding there is après-ski.

4th story for my table.


Gerard was moving his thumbs over the buttons on his phone at an amazing pace. He was quite skilled when it came to texting, sending lots of messages every day. He waited impatiently for the person to return his message.

“What time is it?” Cesc slowly said; the sounds in the room had woken him up.

“Almost 4AM.”

“Who’re you texting?”

“Cristiano.”

“At this hour?”

“Yeah, he’s currently in the United States.”

“What is he saying?”

“The usual.” Gerard smiled. “He says he’s feeling lonely.”

“And what are you sending back?”

“That I’ve told you about us.” Gerard replied. “He’s glad you took it well.”

Cesc smiled, he had taken it well but he was still thinking about what the two would be like when they were together.

“He says he’s sorry for intimidating you at Highbury. What’s that about?”

“I was waiting outside the dressing room and he came out telling me that he would get me and the team at Old Trafford. Nothing special.”

Gerard wanted to say something, but he got interrupted because his phone had started ringing.

”It’s Ron.” He said, blushing.

“Your lover calling.” Cesc laughed. “Answer it then.”

Gerard nodded.

“Hi Cris.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah missed you as well.”

“Keep your randy thoughts at bay.”

“Jeez, another pair of jeans?”

“Wish I could be there.”

“I’ll be standing at the slope at 10. And what are you going to do?”

“Alone I hope.”

“Wish I could help you with that.”

“I know we will. Bye.”

“Love you too.”

Gerard put his phone down, looking at Cesc. His friend had been following the conversation with great interest.

“Help him with what?” Cesc asked.

Gerard smiled: “The same thing you would do when you’re without a girl for a week. Only difference is Cristiano needs it daily.”

“Is he like that when you’re with him as well?”

His friend didn’t say anything; the smirk on his face said it all.

“So the rumours are true then.” Cesc said. “I read this article once. They were interviewing a girl that had slept with him. She told the journo that Cristiano always went for the hattrick.”

“No comment.”

“Very sensible, Gerard.”

---

Cesc squeezed his eyes together, trying to get used to the early morning sunshine. He heard the shower running and he found himself alone in the bed. He had some trouble getting out of it properly, the lack of sleep influencing his movements.

“Hurry up, Gerard.” He shouted to his friend, noticing there was little time left.

“Calm down.” His friend replied.

After 5 minutes the shower was still running, Cesc walked to the door and started banging on it.

“Stop wanking, Gerard. It’s getting obvious now.”

“Not wanking. I’ve already done that.” The voice on the other end of the door said.

“Where?” Cesc asked, thinking about a possible place. “You didn’t do it in the bed did you?”

“Might have done it there yes.”

“You fucker, that’s dirty.”

“Check your thighs, there might be something there.”

Cesc didn’t want to look, but he did it anyway. No traces to be found.

“I knew that you’d be checking if I was telling the truth.” Gerard laughed.

The shower stopped.

”What time is it?”

“9.40. So if we want to grab some food from downstairs we’ll have to hurry.”

A minute later the door opened, Gerard stepping out in his boxers.

Cesc took his place.

---

The boys spent the morning session trying to get familiar with the material. Walking up the hill, putting on the board, sliding down again. Back and forth, getting more daring with every attempt. Cesc was slightly better when it came to making turns, but Gerard wasn’t far behind. With lunchtime just around the corner, Gerard decided he wanted to make a small movie.

Cesc started making his way down with Gerard hot on his heels. Halfway down the slope Cesc lost his balance, falling over. Gerard tried to avoid him, wiggling his legs, shifting his weight, but he couldn’t avoid his friend and tumbled over him. They shattered with laughter, Gerard looking for his phone. It was on the ground, covered in white snow.

“Look, Cesc.” Gerard said, playing the video.

It turned out Gerard had successfully captured Cesc losing his balance, and the tumble Gerard had made was also clear to see.

“Not one of my proudest moments.” Cesc laughed.

“Funny enough to send to a few people. Beats a postcard.”

“That’s for sure.”

A few minutes later Gerard and Cesc were sitting inside a restaurant for lunch. It was very busy and they kept their bonnets and sunglasses on to reduce the chance of being recognized. A waitress walked up to the table, giving them the menu.

“What’s up with all these dishes?” Gerard asked.

“Knödel” Cesc said, trying to pronounce the word correctly.

“Exactly, wait let me try this one: Grillwürstel mit Pommes”

The two grinned.

“I see your teammates are being served today: Crepe mit pikanter Füllung.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Crap.” Cesc clarified, a smile on his face.

The waitress reappeared, asking if they’d made a decision yet. They hadn’t decided yet, but picked two dishes at random.

“I’ll have the Schweinsbraten mit Knödel und Sauerkraut.” Gerard said.

The waitress looked at Cesc.

“I’ll take the Backhendel-thingy.”

“The what?” The waitress asked.

Cesc pointed at the menu.

”Oh you mean the Backhendel mit Kartoffelsalat.”

Cesc nodded, before smiling: “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

The waitress smiled, asking them what they would have for drinks.

“Two cokes please.” Cesc said, looking at Gerard who smiled at him. They had the same taste when it came to food and beverages.

The boys talked about their first 3 hours on a snowboard both enjoying it very much. Gerard had totally forgotten about Spain and Cesc couldn’t wait to get back on his board again. The waitress returned with the food and the drinks, putting it in front of them.

“Look’s like a tennisball.” Gerard said, pointing at the object in the middle of his plate.

“You could do worse, look at this.”

Cesc didn’t like the Austrian kitchen, and was wondering whether Phil would eat the same things on holiday.

“Can you take a picture of this?”

Gerard took his phone out of his pocket, aiming it at the dish.

”Done.”

“Send it to Phil.”

Gerard navigated through his phonebook.

A minute later Gerard received a text:

”Hi guys. The bowl contains potato salad and the slices on your plate are from a cock. Enjoy the rest of your holiday, Phil.”

“Cock.” Gerard joked.

The two ate their lunch. Cesc didn’t touch his potato salad because he didn’t like anything with potatoes except for chips.

“Could eat this at home.” Gerard said, full of praise. “It’s delicious.”

---

Learning to become a decent snowboarder continued throughout the day. Cesc and Gerard finished around 4.30PM and with the après ski bars just down the slopes it wasn’t difficult for them to decide where they would be heading next. Opening the door, they could hear the music screaming from the speakers. Gerard went to the bar to get drinks, returning with two small shots.

“What’s that?”

Gerard gestured he didn’t understand Cesc because of the loud music. He handed him the small glass. Using his other hand to count down.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Cesc and Gerard taking in the alcohol, swallowing it in one go. Cesc was slightly put off by the burning feeling in his throat. Gerard looked around, noticing the girls were making eye contact with the two Spaniards. After a few drinks Cesc felt confident enough to try and see if there was some fun for him tonight. Gerard watched his friend’s progress from a distance seeing him talking to a good looking blonde girl. She smiled, so that meant Cesc was doing the right things. Gerard took a nip of his beer, noticing a girl was standing next to him, saying hi.

“Hi.” Gerard replied.

“Music is enjoyable isn’t it?”

Gerard nodded, knowing where this would eventually lead up to.

“What are they singing about?” He asked.

“Nothing special.” She answered. “About his birthday, thanking all the people for coming and giving him presents.”

She moved closer to the defender, their legs touching. Gerard looked down, smiling.

“Dance?” She asked, putting an arm around his waist.

Gerard didn’t protest, swinging his hips in line with the music.

“You’re very agile.” She complimented him. “Is there a place, some more private, where you can teach me those moves?”

“There is, but I’m already taken.” Gerard confessed, seeing the disappointment on the girls face.

“Is your girlfriend here?”

Gerard shook his head.

“She doesn’t have to find out, not from me anyway.”

“I’m very loyal, sorry.” Gerard said, rejecting her.

“Too bad, you could follow your friend’s lead.” She said, pointing at Cesc. The midfielder was kissing a girl, his hands sliding down her back.

Gerard felt a bit jealous, seeing how Cesc was enjoying himself. It would be another week before he could have fun with Cristiano again. He felt his phone vibrating, telling him he’d received a new text message. It was from that Cristiano:

“Are you alone? Because I am.” The message came with a picture, Cristiano shirtless in his hotel room.

Gerard smiled, walking over to Cesc to tell him he was going back to the hotel. His friend could only mutter a small ‘yes’ because he was still kissing the girl.

Back in the hotel, the woman at the reception called Gerard over, telling him the second room was ready.

“I’ll take the old one, could you give the keys to my friend when he comes back?” He asked.

She nodded. Gerard walked to the elevators, pressing the button. While waiting, he called Cristiano, deciding he couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Hi Cris, it’s me. I’m almost in my room.”

“Where is Cesc?”

“Don’t worry about Cesc. He’s far too busy with a girl in a bar.”

Gerard unlocked the door, quickly getting rid of his clothes before jumping onto the bed.

”All set.”

“All set for what?” Cristiano asked.

“Naked now, Cris.”

“Hard?”

“Straining.” Gerard answered.

“You have no idea,” Cristiano moaned. “How much I’ve missed you.”

Gerard also moaned, his fingers stroking along his cock.

“Wanked myself yesterday, thinking about our experience in my car last month.”

“That was so good. Tell me what you’re doing.” Gerard moaned.

“Stroking.”

“Let me hear you’re enjoying it.”

Cristiano moaned: “Tell me what you’d do if you were here.” He pleaded.

“I would walk up to you, kiss you on the lips, moving my tongue inside and pulling you closer by your ass. If you’re a nice boy I would suck on your nipples and six-pack but if you’re not then I’m afraid I’ll have to tease you. You know how that goes don’t you Cris?”

He could hear Cristiano hiss on the other side of the phone.

”I would push you onto the bed, heads down, with your cock rubbing over the pillow. And I would stroke myself over my whole body, making you go crazy. And you’ll start bucking your hips because you enjoy the friction of the pillow. But I’m not allowing you to get off prematurely so I remove the pillow. And I pull you up by your arms, licking down your spine before parting your cheeks with my nose. I would lick over your hole, making it nice and slippery, ready for my fingers.

“Almost…” He could hear Crisitiano mutter.

“Breach yourself, Cris.” He moaned to his lover.

He could hear Cristiano spit on his fingers, before hearing another groan from the Portuguese.

“Two fingers, I can feel my gspot Gerard. Gonna cum any second.”

“Think about how I’d fuck you, nibble on your cute earrings.” He heard a groan and a bang; Cristiano had dropped his phone. He could still hear the moans coming from the background.

“It’s all over my body, Pi.”

“Taste it.”

”mmm so nice.” He could hear Cristiano enjoy it. “Want me to take a picture of my body bathing in my juice?”

“Yes please, and hurry up because I can’t take it much longer.”

“Not going to send it now.” Cristiano teased.

“Yes you are.”

”Stroke yourself Gerard, if you make it sound nice enough I might reconsider.”

---

Things were heating up inside the club; Cesc was rubbing his hard penis over the girl’s ass. She pulled at his shirt, persuading him to follow her. They ended up inside a bathroom stall. The girl undid Cesc’s zipper, moving his pants down before starting to nibble away on his boxers. Cesc groaned, forcing her head further down.

“Hurry up, we can’t be seen.” He urged, tugging at the girl's skirt.

She started peeling off Cesc’s boxers, just before she got interrupted by someone that had entered the room.

“Caroline, your boyfriend is coming.” A voice panicked outside. Realising what was going on, she pulled up her skirt, apologising to Cesc.

”He’ll kill me if he sees us.”

A last kiss was all Cesc got, seeing her walking out of the door, hearing it slam shut.

He slammed at the wall, shouting out a loud: “FUCK!”

The midfielder strolled back to the hotel, visibly disappointed and angry. The woman at the reception was inside the office so she didn’t see Cesc passing by. Ping, the elevator had arrived and Cesc stepped inside. He tried to press the button with “12” on it, but he only managed to press it after 3 attempts. The elevator halted on the 4th and 9th floor before finally stopping at the 12th floor. Cesc had to hold himself by the walls because he couldn’t walk straight anymore. He looked for his keys, finding them and opening the door. Gerard didn’t notice; He was far too busy talking to Cristiano.

“I’ve been a good boy, send me the picture.”

Cesc stepped inside. He strolled forward towards the minibar, in need of some water. He looked at the bed and saw Gerard lying there naked, stroking himself.

“God Cris, please continue.”

It took Cesc a few seconds to realize what was going on and at that very same moment Gerard opened his eyes, seeing Cesc standing on the right of the bed. The two were staring at each other, motionless.

Cesc opened his mouth: “What…”

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