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-------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ball Boys" Starring Zayn Malik and Cristiano Ronaldo --------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This story is set in September 2021 in Manchester, England.
** Because of the different uses of the word "football" in the United States and elsewhere, the word 'futbol' has been used here to indicate that the characters are referring to soccer. It's a little clunky but wanted to avoid confusion.
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Zayn moaned, his hands clutching the sides of the bench as his ass got railed. The scent of sweat and testosterone filled the locker room; opening his eyes, he admired the muscled form of the stud standing between his open legs. The other guy was still wearing a red futbol jersey, white shorts on the floor around a pair of ankles that flexed as the hunk pounded Zayn's hole, both of them moaning. Zayn grinned - the whole encounter was unexpected but very very pleasurable.
~ ONE WEEK EARLIER ~
Sighing, Zayn got out of his car and trudged across the parking lot, making his way towards the stadium. A red scrap of fabric was hanging from his hand - not the white, amber, and claret colors that he preferred. But he was in town visiting family and he was doing this for his younger sister. Rolling his eyes, he opened the door and entered the Manchester United stadium. Inside, the volume of people was large - both in numbers and sound. Cristiano Ronaldo had just resigned with Manchester and the fans were excited, especially since they had just scored a victory in his first game with the team the day before.
Entering the line, Zayn slowly made his way towards a table festooned with Manchester's colors and large posters of the team's players. He flicked through his messages, grinning at some photos that Tom Holland had sent of himself and Tom Hardy. 'He said he'd do anything to be in the next Spidey movie.' Zayn read Tom's message and tried not to laugh out loud - the little scamp said he had a pretty good story to tell. Another message, this one from Nick Jonas, said 'Early birthday present to myself' with a picture attached showing the singer with his face pressed up against a pair of red leather pants. 'Helping a friend get ready for the Met Gala.' Zayn's grin grew, eager to find out who the stud was plugging Nick's mouth. Knowing Nick, there was a video coming soon. He tapped out a message to John, checking in with his long-time lover to see how things were going with the "A Quiet Place 3" script. His smile turned warm and soft, eager to get back to the States and the Krasinski house...and between the stud's sheets...and legs...and everything else.
Clearing his throat, he closed his phone, the messages already causing him to chub up. The last thing he needed was to try and hide a raging boner while running errands. Two more people were in front of him...and then none. He found himself across a table with a tanned Portuguese hunk, broad shoulders and a blazing white smile.
"Good morning...Zayn Malik?"
Zayn blinked, surprised that Cristiano Ronaldo recognized him. "Uh, yeah. Good morning, Mr. Ronaldo."
A hand reached out and took hold of his own with a firm handshake. "Just Cristiano...or Ronaldo. No 'mister'."
"Ha. Okay - good morning Cris." He got some amusement at watching the other man's nose wrinkle up at the nickname.
"Back at you - Uno." Now it was Zayn's turn to make a face, earning a big laugh from the other man, followed by a wink. "And we're even now."
"How...?" Zayn's eyebrows furled in and up, confused.
"I'm a big fan. Anyway - you're here to get that signed?" Ronaldo pointed towards the jersey in Zayn's grip.
"Uh, yeah." The singer was thrown off by the mental image of Cristiano Ronald listening to his music...and apparently often enough that he recognized him out of a crowd. "It's for my sister." He laid the shirt out flat on the table.
Cristiano signed his name large across the back with a chunky black marker...meanwhile, Zayn watched his arm muscles flex with the movement, feeling his crotch threaten to rile back up again. "Not one for you?" The hazel eyes looked up at Zayn, sparkling with amusement.
"Um...yeah, no. I'm go for Bradford."
"Hey, they're a good team. And they're not Leeds, so that's a bonus." That big smile and a wink again. Zayn swallowed, trying to think of a response - he was usually quick on his feet but he was out of his element here and the whole conversation was unexpected.
"Yeah, fuck Leeds."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far." Something about Ronaldo's response confused Zayn. "Anyway - Bradford's a good team. And the enemy of my enemy is my friend...even if they do have a giant 'galo' on their kit."
"It's..." It took Zayn only a moment to realize that Ronaldo was teasing him about the team's rooster logo. He gave up with words and just started laughing with a shrug.
"Here, one for Mr. Malik." Cristiano reached into a box, pulling out a red jersey. "Even if it doesn't have a big rooster on it. Medium?"
"Uh, yeah. And it's just Zayn, no 'mister' necessary." Zayn was intrigued by this entire bit of banter...and started to become self-aware, realizing that he was holding up a line of Manchester fans. Ronaldo quickly scrawled his name on the back, sliding both jerseys across the table towards Zayn.
"Hey - we're having a party after this. Invite-only. Interested?"
Zayn blinked twice, the tip of his tongue darting out as his mouth opened slightly and then closed again. "Maybe." His eyes narrowed as he spoke, curious.
Ronaldo chuckled. "It's not an ambush, I promise. But maybe we can make you a Manchester man by the end of the day." That wink and smile again, throwing Zayn off and sending a jolt down his spine to his groin.
"Yeah, I'm in. What time?" He watched as Ronaldo wrote some information on a ticket and handed it over to him.
"Show this at the door and they'll let you in. If anyone gives you trouble, just let me know."
"How?" Zayn glanced down at the ticket and realized that there was a number written on it. "Oh. Alright. See you later then. And thanks for the jersey. My sister will be excited."
"And you?"
"We'll see." It was Zayn's turn to wink and smile, turning to head back out to his car and make room for the next fan, hearing a squeal of excitement from the Manchester fan who had been waiting mostly-patiently behind him.
~ A FEW HOURS LATER ~
Zayn exited his car again, back in the stadium parking lot. While he'd been wearing a t-shirt, he was now wearing a blazer with a nice t-shirt underneath, his jeans exchanged for slacks, and sneakers for a cute pair of boots. He smiled as he checked his reflection in the car window - he loved having an excuse to go clothes shopping...and was happy that he'd cut his hair short, leaving one less thing to hassle with.
Arriving at the entrance, he showed the ticket to the guard who waved him inside. The inside of the stadium was loud again, this time with music instead of voices. He followed signs, arriving at the locker room which had been turned into a meet-and-greet party area. Curious, he glanced around, his first time visiting a futbol locker room, imagining the men walking around in just towels...or less. Grinning, he picked up a drink and wandered around, realizing that he didn't know a single person here.
"Hey, you made it!" A hand firmly clapped his back, that big smile shining bright.
"Yeah, thanks for the invite. This looks...fun."
The corner of Ronaldo's mouth pulled up slightly, his grin becoming a little devilish. "Not really. But it's part of the game, mingling with sponsors and stuff. We have to pay the bills."
"You clean up nice." Zayn decided to follow his instincts and threw the line out to see where it might go. Something about the earlier conversation had left him intrigued. He glanced up and down Ronaldo's body, the muscled form clad in a tight-fitting white button-down shirt and jeans which clung to his body in all the right ways. Bringing his eyes back up, he found a pair of twinkling hazel eyes.
"Thanks. You too. Alright, let's introduce you to some of the guys, so you don't look so lost."
"I..."
"You looked lost. If it was a cocks party, maybe you'd be more at home, yes?"
Zayn coughed into his fist, surprised. Shaking his head as he cleared his throat, he found Ronaldo laughing, the muscles of his chest straining at the tight shirt. "Bradford galo?"
"Yeah, that crazy rooster. I know, you're not a Manchester fan. But maybe..." He winked, placing his palm against Zayn's lower back and guiding him over to a small group of hunks. Zayn's mouth watered as he was introduced to some fellow Manchester players. Ronaldo introduced the singer to his teammates before being pulled away by their manager to speak with someone 'important'.
The team was surprisingly down to earth, setting Zayn at ease. Throughout the evening, Ronaldo kept reappearing, slowly introducing Malik to the rest of the team. Each time, he was able to make small talk for a few minutes before being called over to speak to yet another sponsor, bearing the task with good humor. Finally finished with the money-makers, Cristiano settled in with Zayn's small group.
"So, having fun?"
Sipping his drink, Zayn swallowed slowly as he tilted his head left to right. "It's alright." His grin gave away that he was kidding.
Catching the other players' confusion, Ronaldo pointed at their new friend. "Zayn here is not a Manchester fan...yet."
"It's true - I'm a Bradford man." The guys feigned surprise, striking exaggerated poses.
Ronaldo's smile was wicked as he spoke. "Hell, I'm surprised he didn't come in here flaunting the big Bradford cock."
"Who says I didn't?" Zayn grabbed his crotch, giving it a squeeze, smiling ear to ear. The guys hooted and hollered, looking over at Ronaldo for a response. Instead, the tall futbol star just laughed, letting Zayn win the round.
Slowly, the party died down, the number of people dwindling down until there were only a dozen or so people still mingling in the locker room.
The pair were finally left alone, Zayn inquiring why Ronaldo really decided to make the switch to Manchester and Cristiano curious about when Zayn's next album was coming out. Looking around, they realized that the dozen or so people was now just a handful.
"So...is there an after-party or something?"
"Possibly." Ronaldo's response was short, his eyes looking at Zayn as he tilted his glass to his lips.
"Possibly? That's...an unusual answer." The other man shrugged and then leaned in close...so close that their bodies brushed against one another.
"Possibly. It depends - is Mr. Zayn planning on flaunting that big Bradford cock?" Ronaldo pulled away slightly, just far enough to make eye contact again, one eyebrow rising.
Zayn slowly took a drink and swallowed, biding his time, the corner of his lip pulling up into a grin. "I might."
The corner of Ronaldo's tongue appeared, lightly licking his lips before disappearing again. "Then there might be an after party."
It was Zayn's turn to lean in, their bodies coming dangerously close together again, his crotch just barely coming into contact with the back of Cristiano's hand. "And if 'I might' was 'I will' instead?"
Ronaldo looked up and down Zayn's body before meeting his eyes again, locking his gaze as his hand slowly turned, cupping Zayn's bulge. "Then 'there's possibly an after party'..." The fingers closed in with a small squeeze. "...would become 'definitely'." His thumb slowly stroked down Zayn's thickening length. "It's a very small, private affair though."
Zayn swallowed, leaning in more, his crotch pressing against Ronaldo's palm. It was his turn for his eyes to wander down, taking in the other man's body before coming back up. "Something tells me it's not so small." The two men grinned, matching mischievous glints in their eyes.
The next half hour was a blur. Later, Zayn barely remembered leaving the party or following Ronaldo's car back to the futbol stud's flat. What he did was remember was the taste of the other man's lips and the feel of his skin as they tore each other's clothes off.
~
Zayn Malik chewed on Cristiano Ronaldo's lower lip as he ran his fingers quickly down the front of the other man's shirt, making haste of the buttons there and peeling it away. A well-muscled chest was revealed, smooth and tan...and Zayn attacked it, his lips and tongue everywhere, his hands ravaging the hot flesh, kneading into the brawny torso. Incapable of coherent thought for the moment, Zayn was on autopilot with one goal - get this stud naked. Thankful that there was no belt, he tugged at the waistband of Ronaldo's pants, yanking them down. Somewhere, buttons and zipper parts clattered against the wooden floor. Ronaldo moaned lightly as Zayn's mouth fastened onto his bulge, hard and throbbing against the smaller man's lips. The grey fabric was soon gone as well, sliding down thick thighs, replaced by Zayn's fingers that caressed the muscled tissue.
He wasn't just appreciating the futbol hunk's body - he was worshipping it with everything he had. Growling, Zayn rose back up to his feet and attacked Ronaldo's mouth with his own, his tongue darting inside. His hands pawed at Cristiano's bubbled butt as he began walking forward, the pair bumping against moving boxes that were still strewn across the flat. Finally arriving at the bed, Zayn pulled away slightly, his chest rising with large eager breaths as he reached down towards the bottom of his shirt.
"Wait." The word was half-request, half-demand, prompting Zayn to pause. Ronaldo leaned forward, his tongue meeting Zayn's chin and taking a long swipe along the stubbled jaw, tracing up to the other man's ear and earning a groan. Cristiano's fingers replaced Zayn's and began pulling up on his t-shirt, throwing it off to the side. He looked down and took in the sight of the slim-muscled torso, decorated with a multitude of tattoos. Ronaldo grinned as he anticipated exploring and finding each little bit of ink. For now, he undid Zayn's trousers and pushed them down. The two men stood in nothing but their underwear, bulges straining outward.
Taking the lead, Cristiano placed his hand on the top of Zayn's head and applied pressure, watching as the musician dropped to his knees. Looking up with a devious grin, Zayn took the light blue band at the top of Ronaldo's grey trunks and tugged down. Slowly, a patch of close-cropped dark hair appeared. It was followed by a weighty shaft, lined with veins...when the trunks cleared the end of Cristiano's rod, it bounced up into the air and continued thickening and lengthening.
Zayn tilted his face upward and began licking at the rigid pole, feeling it throb against his tongue. His lips found the tip, already wet with Ronaldo's juices, and pushed the foreskin back, revealing a long bullet-shaped cock head which quickly disappeared into Zayn's eager mouth.
His head twirled left to right as he began slowly bobbing up and down, taking in the taste and touch of the Manchester United star's meat, savoring it.
Zayn let the rod fall from his mouth, his tongue lapping up one of the deeply-etched cum gutters. When his lips were at the edge of Ronaldo's waist, he began bringing himself back up into a standing position. He watched as the Portuguese hunk's hands played at the waistband of his black briefs, pretending to tease him for just a moment before pushing them down, his own manhood growing to full mast now that it was free of the cotton confines.
Reaching down, Zayn took both cocks in his hand, side by side, admiring them. Where his own dick was a little thicker at the end, Ronaldo's was straight as an arrow. His mostly-smooth shaft looked like marble next to the other man's vein-lined rod. Zayn's big, round cock head had the appearance of a battering ram - Ronaldo's bullet-shaped head looked like a missile ready to penetrate a target.
Zayn noted that while Cristiano was a little thicker, his own tool was just a tad bit longer. Grinning, he looked up to meet the other man's eyes. "So, that's what the 7 in 'CR7' stands for?"
"Possibly." Ronaldo winked as he leaned in, his lips caressing Zayn's. He pushed his hips back and forth slightly, working their two rods against one another.
Zayn sank back down to his knees, feasting on Ronaldo's meat. His light brown eyes stared upward, taking in the sight of the futbol god's body as his fingers scraped down the large legs.
Ronaldo pulled his new lover back upright and then forward, the two of them tumbling onto the bed. Swinging his body around, he maneuvered into a 69 position, lowering his hips so that his rod drove in between Zayn's lips once more. He sighed with pleasure as he took the weighty cock into his mouth, tasting it at last.
Zayn's hands squeezed the hard-muscled globes of Ronaldo's ass, pulling him further down, stuffing his throat with the other man's cock. He began stroking his fingers up and down, admiring the firm ass..
His fingertips grazed along Ronaldo's hole, earning a long hungry moan. Zayn's lips stretched further, smiling around the cock in his mouth, as he began teasing Cristiano's entrance. The other man began tilting his hips, relaying his desires.
Zayn slid his body up towards the headboard, getting a better view of Ronaldo's ass before pulling it down, burying his own face. He heard Ronaldo's moan turn into a whimper as he began eating out the hole. When the stud began rocking back and forth, Zayn knew he was eager, willing, and very ready.
Sliding out from underneath, Zayn rose up onto his knees. Despite their size difference, he easily pushed Ronaldo down onto all fours. Gripping the base of his cock, he smacked it against the other man's rear, watching Cristiano's hips wiggle in anticipation.
"Lube?"
"Nightstand." Reaching over, Zayn retrieved the clear tube and squeezed it, slicking up his pole and then working it up and down the cleft of Ronaldo's ass. Tossing the bottle off to the side, he reached down and rolled Cristiano over onto his back. Zayn's hands slid up the thick meaty legs, taking hold and pulling them into a large v-shape in the air as he maneuvered his hips into position, the bulbed head of his cock parked right at Cristiano's entrance?
"Ready?"
"Fuck me."
"Sounds like a yes to me." Zayn pushed forward, burying a couple of inches inside. Ronaldo half-moaned, half-howled as his guts were penetrated. He recalled the sight of Zayn's baseball-bat shaped dick as it began burrowing its way in, spreading his guts open.
Ronaldo's fingers dug into the sheets, clutching them. His teeth braced together as he took a deep breath. When he felt Zayn's balls press up against his ass, his jaw fell open, letting out a long shuddering breath.
"You good?"
Hazel eyes blinked twice, finding himself as his mouth curled up in a cocky grin. "Didn't I say 'fuck me'?"
"Oh...someone's..." Zayn slid his hips back all the way and then moved forward, sinking his length back inside. "...a hungry..." He repeated the movement, watching as Cristiano's eyelids fluttered with pleasure. "...little bitch, isn't he?" Licking his lips, he began thrusting in and out, his cock sawing at Ronaldo's insides.
When the groans turned into happy moans, Zayn knew that the futbol stud was primed and ready. He pushed down on the large legs until they were pressed against the other man's chest. Getting a good grip, he leaned forward, using both his bodyweight and the movement of his hips to work on Ronaldo's hole. Zayn's body moved in a large undulating wave, a motion that began at his shoulders and rolled down his spine, his hips rising as his back fell...and then snapping forward, driving his meat all the way inside.
Within minutes, Cristiano was no longer moaning - he was whimpering. Zayn grinned, seeing this hunk that was such an alpha male on the pitch turned into a hungry needy bottom at the skilled motion of Zayn's fucking style.
He stopped, leaving only an inch of cock still inside...and waited. Ronaldo took in a deep breath, coming back to his senses...and then became impatient.
"Dammit...fuck me."
"Ah - what's the magic word?"
Ronaldo let out a big breath, his nostrils flaring with irritated hunger. "Please?"
"That'll do." Zayn slammed his hips forward, earning another howl of pleasure. He began ramming in and out, battering the Portuguese's guts. Ronaldo's fingers left the sheets and clawed hungrily at the other man's body, trying to pull him close. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, Zayn's torso was difficult for Ronaldo to get a hold of - Zayn's constant movement and Ronaldo's own state of unfocused desire didn't help. He gave up, his hands lifted back over his head, pulling at the covers as he arched his back, working to meet Zayn's power-thrusts.
"Gonna...put...my balls...in...your...goal." Zayn was panting as his orgasm neared. Cristiano groaned again - this time both in response to Zayn's masterful topping...and the bad pun. Nostrils flaring with heavy breath, Zayn continued picking up the pace, his balls slapping against Ronaldo's rear...until he drove forward one last time with a thrust so great that it seemed as if he was trying to bury his entire lower body into the other man's insides.
Zayn gasped as his balls began to unload, painting Ronaldo's guts with heavy shots of cum. It'd been a few days since he'd gotten off, a reconnecting tryst with Russell Tovey, and he'd built up quite the sizable load. His cock throbbed with each volley...and when he began sliding in and out once more, rivulets of his juices began leaking out, jizz escaping Ronaldo's stretched hole, sliding down his ass cheeks to the sheets below.
Zayn dove down, taking Cristiano's entire length down his throat in one greedy gulp, bobbing up and down furiously. Ronaldo's fingers dug against his scalp, urging him on. Three fingers jammed into the tight hole, quickly finding what they were looking for and pressing down.
Ronaldo cried out, his body going rigid as his cock exploded down Zayn's throat. His large round balls were pulled up tight as they began to release. Words rang out in Portuguese as he pushed Zayn's head down, his hips bucking upward until his body went limp.
His mind floating in a post-orgasmic haze, Ronaldo felt his body rolled over. Lips met the back of his thighs and slowly worked upward, landing sweet tender kisses along the way.
The scruffy beard scraped the curve of his ass, followed by a long lap of Zayn's tongue. "Ow!!!" Ronaldo's legs clenched again, this time from shock, as Zayn's teeth dug into the meat of his ass. Looking over his shoulder, he found the other man smirking as he admired his handiwork - the bite mark he landed on each new lover's ass, almost as if he were branding them.
Zayn swatted the perky rear. "Pain and pleasure." Winking, he curled his body down on top of Ronaldo's. The long day began to catch up with both men. Crawling up to the head of the bed, their legs tangled up as they cuddled, Ronaldo's arms wrapped around Zayn's torso, pulling him back against the broad chest. Nuzzling his chin into the crook of Zayn's neck, he planted a little kiss, feeling Zayn's toes curl happily as the pair dozed off into a well-earned slumber.
~
Zayn awoke, stretching his legs and smiling. He noted the happy feeling in his crotch, the one that comes from getting a good fuck. Humming, he gently dragged his fingertips down Ronald's chest, admiring the musculature that came from the intense exercise of futbol.
"Mmm, you're awake." Cristiano curled his upper body and wrapped himself around Zayn's torso, snuggling in.
"Always ready to start the day." Zayn slid a hand down under the covers, caressing the ample manhood below as he licked at the broad chest.
"And what would you like to get started on?"
Looking up, Zayn found warm hazel eyes looking down, twinkling with amusement. Smirking, he began moving south, planting kisses as he made his way down Cristiano's body, showing appreciation for the hunk's sculpted form. Something rose up and pressed against Zayn's chest, hot and throbbing. By the time he'd made it down between the large thighs, the other man was at full mast, seven inches of heavy and veined meat that set Zayn's mouth watering. Taking hold of the rock hard cock, he took it into his mouth, tasting the sweet juices that were already leaking. Swallowing, he continued taking it in, until his lips were wrapped around the base.
Strong hands curled under his armpits and pulled up, bringing him back to being face-to-face, warm lips pressing to his, a hand rubbing up and down his back.
"Mmm, baby, you..." Still sleepy, Ronaldo slipped back to Portuguese, the sexy Latin sounds rolling off of his tongue. Realizing that he Zayn didn't understand, he switched back to English. "You're very skilled. Here..." His fingertips traced around Zayn's lips. "...and here." He pushed his hips upward.
"Thank you." Grinning, Zayn tilted his face up and gave a long lick along the thick neck. "I'm actually curious..." His words trailed off as he gave a few more licks.
"About..." That broad hand lightly scratched up and down his backside, causing Zayn's toes to curl a little.
"Curious about your moves, Mister Manchester."
"Ohhhh. Are you sure?" Curious, Zayn lifted himself up slightly, one eyebrow raised, earning a chuckle that rumbled through the broad chest below. "You know that futbol builds up stamina, right?"
Ronaldo laughed again as Zayn's eyes lit up, both intrigued and excited.
"Am I interested in getting my brains fucked out? Hmmm..." Zayn's grin grew broader as he leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking hard on the pert nub. He kneaded it between his teeth, holding the nipple in place as he began torturing it with his tongue.
A growl was the only warning that Zayn got before he found himself flipped over onto his back. The sound of a plastic tube clicking open and then a slicked-up finger jamming its way inside his hole, until a knuckle was pressing up against his ass. A second finger followed and began working him open. He watched as Ronaldo rose up onto his knees, taking his girthy cock in his hand and working it shiny with lube. Again, Zayn found himself flipped over, this time onto his hands and knees. Something hard pushed against his entrance and slid inside, working back and forth an inch at a time, until all seven inches were fully buried inside.
Ronaldo kept himself balls-deep, enjoying the hot tight confines of Zayn's tunnel. Moments passed and then Zayn looked back over his own shoulder, impatient.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?" His question was answered by the sudden withdrawal and then forward thrust that knocked the air out of his lungs. "Oh god, yes." His fingers clutched at the sheets, his back arching as he moaned.
Ronaldo met Zayn's hunger with enthusiasm, pounding into the other man's rear. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the half-bare flat, bouncing off of the brick walls and wooden floors, coming back to Zayn and Cristiano's ears, intensifying their desires.
Zayn grunted as the thick rod pulled completely out, leaving him feeling empty. As he turned to look over his shoulder, he was cut off as he was flipped over onto his back. Strong hands took hold of his ankles and pulled, yanking him to the edge of the bed.
Ronaldo spread the singer's legs into a large v-shape and drove forward, impaling the tight hole with his cock again, pulling a long happy moan out of the British stud. Both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat, a light sheen that glistened in the morning sun. He grunted with each thrust, switching from a sensual mode into a power fucking, using the muscles of his legs to increase the intensity of his thrusts. Zayn was writhing on the bed, his moans growing louder until he was crying out, begging for more. Cristiano grinned as he reached down and gave Zayn's manhood a couple of tugs - it was all it took for his eager lover to go over the edge. Zan's mouth opened wide as he let out a loud yell, shots of cum landing across his chest and stomach.
Swiping across Zayn's flat belly, Ronaldo scooped up the other man's seed and slapped it onto his cock, using it as more lube. He earned another surprised cry as he leaned down and took hold of Zayn's body, yanking him up until they were both upright, Zayn's legs wrapped around his waist. Cristiano took careful steps until he reached the wall, pinning Zayn's back against it for leverage. He slowed his thrusts, slowly sawing in and out, making sure not to push himself too hard, drawing out the pleasure of sex. Zayn had to grip his hands tight to Ronaldo's body so that he wouldn't slide now that they were both drenched in sweat. His mouth found Ronaldo's shoulder and sucked at it, tasting the salty manliness of the stud pounding his hole.
The slower pace was pulling long sighs out of Zayn instead of cries of pleasure, relishing the steady pace of the rod pistoning in and out between his legs. "Fuck me..."
"I am fucking you, babe."
"No...I want...mmmm...I want to see it. See you." Zayn murmured, brushing his stubbled cheeks across the broad shoulder. His breath hitched eagerly as they moved away from the wall. Ronaldo eased up on his hold, allowing Zayn's legs to slide down to the floor. Taking hold of the shorter man's hand, he led his new lover to the bathroom - the only room in the house with a mirror.
Ronaldo set Zayn in place, facing the sink. Setting his hand in between the slim-muscled shoulder blades, he pushed Zayn's torso down, bending him over. His feet tapped at Zayn's ankles, prompting him to spread his legs. The short-cropped head dropped down as he was penetrated once more, moaning. When his head lifted back up, his dark brown eyes were lit up with lust, blazing as he stared into the mirror and Ronaldo's reflection. Cristiano's jaw was set hard as he began powering back up, slamming into Zayn's rear, sensing his hungry need. Cries of "oh god" and "fuck me" filled the room - the only responses Zayn received were grunts and an even-harder fucking. By now, the sweat was dripping off of Ronaldo's chiseled jawline. His hair was matted to his forehead, beads of sweat trailing down his torso, one after the other.
Before long, Zayn was panting and crying out again. His knuckles went white as he clutched at the marble countertop, teeth clenched as he began cumming a second time, his cock bobbing up and down unattended between his legs both from Ronaldo's thrusts and his orgasm, sending his seed spraying all over, leaving streaks across the cabinet doors below.
His mind fuzzy with a blissful high, Zayn watched as Ronaldo pulled a stack of towels off of the counter, sending them to the floor. A firm hand on his back pushed him down to his knees. Cristiano knelt behind him, one arm reaching forward and quickly spreading the towels out. The arm came forward, wrapping around Zayn's chest and turning him around again and down, until he was laying flat on his back. Broad hands took hold of his legs and pulled them up as Ronaldo brought his body down, his cock sinking inside Zayn once more.
"Please..."
"Yeah babe?"
"Please...finish...oh my god...finish." Zayn's hole was humming with both pleasure and soreness, worn out from the long fucking. Even at the collar sex parties with Tovey, Holland, and the guys...there was some kind of break. This was one long relentless fuck session and it was taking its toll.
"Thought you...wanted to...test out...that Manchester...stamina..." Cristiano grinned as he continued, his thrusts becoming more determined.
"I...believe you...oh fuck...I fucking believe you...now...just...gods...finish..."
"Are you a Manchester man yet?"
Zayn looked up, his eyes wide, incredulous at the question...and saw Ronaldo's grin. He broke out into a laugh that devolved into a moan as the stud leaned down and began kissing his neck, still pounding his hole. "Say it..."
"Fuck...you...Bradford...forever...ahhhhhh...."
Ronaldo chuckled, pulling his torso up and wrapping his arms around each side of Zayn's head, cradling it as he thrust in a few more times and then swallowed, his eyes still locked onto Zayn's as he finally went over the edge. His dick was nearly all the way out, just the head parked inside, as it began throbbing, unleashing his juices just inside Zayn's hole. He grunted with each shot, his nostrils flaring, eyebrows furled. Sighing, he slowly sank down, his chest resting against Zayn's, their lips meeting in a deep kiss.
Ronaldo broke the kiss, his forehead pressing against Zayn's, a big grin on his face. "Still a fan of the cock?"
"Mmmmm...always." Zayn clenched his ass muscles, squeezing Ronaldo's manhood. "But Manchester's pretty cool too."
"Ah - finally." Cristiano leaned back in for another kiss, softer and more sensual this time. By the time the pair finally came back up for air, the sweat on their bodies was beginning to fade away.
Cristiano planted a soft kiss on Zayn's forehead and then pulled himself up, bringing Zayn with him. The singer watched the sexy backside saunter away, towards the shower, turning on the water. Holding the glass door open, he held out his hand, smiling as Zayn came over and placed his hand into Cristiano's, stepping into the shower.
"So if Manchester is 'pretty cool', you might start coming to the matches?" Big hands worked soap up and down the muscles of Zayn's tired body.
"Maybe. Ow...mmmm." He groaned as teeth lightly nipped at his lower lip. "Okay, yes."
"Good."
"Will you go watch a Bradford match?" He watched as Cristiano's mouth slowly curled into a devilish grin.
"I think I'd be down for watching the cocks play, yeah. Especially this one." His fingers grazed down the length of Zayn's meat.
"You're serious - you'll come to a Bradford match?"
"I'm serious. Especially if I get to cum after the match." A finger slid inside Zayn's hole.
"Mmm, the after party..." Zayn tilted his head and nipped at Cristiano's ear lobe, hearing the other man moan.
"The after party." Lips caressed Zayn's neck. "...always the best part."
The End
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