TITLE : Every Time I Need You You're With Me, Chapter 6
AUTHOR : Flor
PAIRINGS : Iker/Fernando, Raul/Figo, Becks/Mikey
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : Unfortunately they all belong to themselves. What I write is not supposed to be real, I can only hope it to.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : I read what I wrote before this sixth chapter and... God... awful... though they were my first fics... so this time the style has changed... I hope this gets better...
And... yes! I've done it! I wrote my first sex scene... I always thought it would have been a Becks/Mikey, but it isn't... anyway... sex is sex... and these men are bloody gorgeous...

In a hotel bed in Tossa de Mar...

"Time to come back home, love."
"It's just finished... can't we stay a little more in Tossa?"
"Sorry, but my Real training are starting tomorrow. We've remained as long as I could."
"Ok... I'll miss you. We won't see too much."
"I know... it's not my fault, nor yours. It's just our job... "
"Yes, but... I mean... since we were in the same team during this European Championship... I got used to having you with me."
"So did I... . I'm sorry, you know... "
"Of course I do."
"Why don't you come and play for Real? You'd still be in Madrid."
"No... Real Madrid is the only team I can't play for."
"Why?"
"You play for Real."
"And what does it mean?"
"You can't understand... Iker... I mean... .It would be perfect, but still I feel something won't work. I would play for you and not for me, and maybe we'd be too close. I think it's just beautiful to play against each other twice a year. In the seleccion it was something different, we fought to go on in the championship, but in Real we would go through each team problem and defeat, I fear, as if it was a problem between us... and your team had a lot of problems last year."
"You're strange... think I told you a thousand times... " *Iker rests on his elbow*
"It's you who understand nothing... " *Fernando pouts*
"Oh, this is what you think, uh?" *with a grin*
"Yes, it is." *teases because he knows what comes later this*
"Are you really really really sure this is what you meant to say?" *leans towards Fernando*
"Completely sure. Or maybe you have to go to Madrid cos you have to shoot a new ad... yeah, Iker Casillas the great goalie fooled again by Beckham's horse... " *hides playfully under the bedclothes*
"Think you're asking for troubles... " *kisses Fernando, deeply and passionately, then moves on top of him to continue what they did the previous night... not very difficult cos they're still both naked*

¡½ Did you all see Nike ad (Real Madrid vs ManU)? ¡½

In Madrid, on Real training pitch... Raul, Luis, Becks, Zizou, Iker, Roberto Carlos...

"ARE YOU TWO JOKING???"
"You're completely out of head! How... how do you think we're going to play without you?"
"Hey, mates! Luis and I told you we're going to leave Real in January, we'll play for other six months with you."
"But why??? God, WHY?"
"Hey, Becks. Cool off! You're killing Raul..."
"It's because, well, we're a bit tired of this... training camps... diet... too demanding... you know... "
"Tell me another! As for Luis, I believe it... indeed he is an old buffer... but you... " *Becks tries one of his famous smiles* *Luis doesn't fall for it and approaches dangerously*

Iker looks at the scene with a superior manner...

"Well, men. Here we don't solve anything. "
"And what do you suggest?"
"Why don't you come at my house this night... we'll talk and clarify a lot of things... "
"It's always time to make a night of it, isn't it Iker?" *Zizou shakes his head disconsolate*
"How nasty you are, Zizou. Don't you believe I'm a good boy?"
"Sorry, not at all."
"Oh, don't be so unkind with Iker... No one forced you to dance on his table last time." *Roberto hugs Iker*
"Though I think the infamous part is that he was quite naked."
"Nice pants, anyway. Where did you buy them?"
"Oh, fuck off!"
"And, yes, Iker, you can bring your boyfriend to the party so that we can finally know him."
"Oh, he'll be there. He would have come to my house the same this night..."

At the end everyone agrees with Iker's proposal.
Even if Raul and Luis aren't so sure this will clarify things. Indeed, they discovered their love during one of these infamous Iker's parties... not that this was a bad thing, but surely had been the beginning of a period of troubles, that anyway finished.

That night at Iker's party...

*Iker gets on a chair* "So... my friends... I open the session... well... ehy, Zizou! Get your hands off my fridge! ... I was saying... the matters in hand are: to know why the hell Raul and Luis are going to leave us... Shut up, Raul! It's only the first point, don't worry, we'll leave time enough to do all you want... then... second... you'll meet my boyfriend... actually he doesn't know of this... ehm... meeting of our... please, don't frighten him, especially you, Zizou: no striptease when Fernando is here! ... and... wait, Roberto, I have to tell you the last matter, then I give you your beer... you drunkard... so, third point: to discover who is Becks lover... "
*Becks clearly blushes* "What the fuck are you talking about?!? ... don't have a lover... "
"You have. I saw your phone... last call: Love... frankly I didn't know you were so mushy, Becks... "
"It was Vicks' number... "
"No, it wasn't. Since the second last call was Victoria. And... actually... it wasn't a Spanish mobile number... this is a hint... "
"Ok... ok... don't we have to discover why Luis and Raul leave us?"
"There's a lot of time for this... "
"It's the first matter, Iker."
"Oh, we'll tell you without problems." *Raul says, then he receives a killing glance by Becks*
"You see, Blondie."
"Yes... but... look! Zizou is emptying your fridge!"
"What, you dirty glutton! Hands off my fridge!" *gets off the chair and runs towards Zizou*
*Becks quickly gets on the chair* "Ok, the party starts! Hands on the bottles, men! Raise the volume of the music! This is our wild night!"
"Becks is getting going, isn't he?"
"... he escaped by the skin of his teeth... "

... ...

The doorbell rings. Iker doesn't hear it, he's in the kitchen very busy with a Martini bottle. Roberto, drunk like everyone else, opens the door... a nice boy stands confused.
"Hi, who are you?"
"I'm Fernando... "
"Fernando... Fernando... already heard this name... anyway, we're waiting for no Fernando. Goodbye, lad!" *slams the door on Fernando's face*

The doorbell rings again.
"Yes?" *Roberto opens the door again, a bit teed off*
"Is Iker in here?"
"Well... I think he's a bit out of it... Farewell!" *he shuts the door again*

*Iker comes up to Roberto* "Who was at the door?"
"... let me think... he told me his name... it was a little nice boy with blonde hair and a virginal look... probably no one who has to do with you then... "
"Yes, but what was his name?" *Iker starts worrying*
"It sounded like... Fermin... no... Felipe... oh, yes! Fernando!"
"Fuck! Fernando!" *Iker runs out of his house and stops Fernando who is going away in his car*

"What the hell is doing Iker?" *Luis asks, looking at Iker and Fernando quarrelling in the middle of the street*
"Think I slammed the door on his boyfriend's face... he took it badly... "

*Iker enters in his house, his arm around pouted Fernando's waist* "Hey men!" *Becks lowers the volume of the music, everyone comes up* "So... this is Fernando, my boyfriend. Fernando, these are David, Raul, Luis, Zizou... and Roberto. Think you already know each other."
"Sorry, lad, for the door."
"No problem, Iker explained to me that you've... ehm... bent the elbow... "
"... like fishes... " *Becks adds, then looking at Fernando's concerned face* "Don't worry, your lover is a good boy. Never swears, never drinks, never comes to blows... though he likes blow job... "
*Fernando looks horrified*
"Oh, shut your mouth, Cockney!" *Roberto kicks Becks in the ass*

... ...

"So... Raul, Luis... why are you going to leave Real?"
"Yeah... my love... think it's time to tell them."
"Well... Luis and I have decided to get married. Next month. You're all invited to the wedding ceremony."
"Yessss! Go, Iker! Take another bottle, we have to celebrate this!"
"Really? Have you really decided to? It's... it's wonderful... I mean... you're happy, aren't you?"
"We've always been happy. This time we're also a bit enterprising."
*Luis puts a arm around Raul shoulders* "Time to set up home... "

... ...

Night goes on...

"Ehy, Fernando... what do you think of have a game of strip poker?" *typical Zizou's try to chat a man up*
"Well... .I think... it would... " *Fernando remembers Iker's warnings about Zizou*
"Not at all! Hands off my man, Zizou!" *Iker providentially arrives*
"I wasn't making advances on him... "
"You were... and you only wants us to see your new pants. Well, man, I admit you have taste for these things, but please, not in front of my boyfriend."
"And then... what can we do?"
*everyone turns towards Becks* "Still we don't know who's your true love, Becks... "
"Better not to know... it's a sad story... " *Becks is dead drunk and defenceless, so that everyone knows he will spit it out... * "Well... well... if you want it, you'll have the entire story." *everyone settles down, knowing that this will take a long time* "So... you were right, Iker, I have a lover." *sighs theatrically, closes his eyes*
"And?."
"And my lover is Michael Owen." *opens his eyes just in time to see Roberto giving fifty euros to Iker*
"You bastards, you had a bet on me!"
"Obviously."
"How did you know it was Owen?" *Roberto asks annoyed for the lost bet*
"Well... I only supposed it... but... no normal person would say: For the love of Mike! about twenty times a day... and all the times he hugged him... I mean, Rooney scores and Beckham hugs Owen who is on the bench... one puts two and two together... "
"Ehy, you're stealing my show!"
"Sorry, Becks... go on."
"So... I was saying... "
"It's a sad story... "
"Yes, right... and it is, it's so sad! We're so far... "
"But... did you do something?"
"How rude you are... I mean, I declared my love to him two years ago... and, yes... well, it's not such a platonic love... "
"Then, where's the problem?"
"He just had a baby."
"You have two."
"I know but now he's not my little one anymore!"
"You freak out, man!"
"No, you see. It's that the distance makes things sad... I want him here, you Iker have Fernando, Raul has Luis, Zizou has only himself, I know, but he gets along brilliantly... I want my Mikey with me, to cuddle him when nights are cold, to look at the stars knowing that the brightest one is next to me... " *Becks says and his eyes are brimming with tears*
"Stop it, man, please... "
*Roberto whispers to Iker* "If he goes on, he'll sing My Bonnie... better stop him right now."
*Iker whispers too* "Yeah... when English people are drunk and a bit annoyed cause of their own hand job, they start singing that... awful! Let's give him something to drink to fill his mouth... "

... ...

"Ehm, Iker?" *Luis approaches to Iker, he is visibly drunk*
"Yes?" *he already knows what Luis is going to ask*
"Can Raul and I... ehm... borrow your bedroom for... a hour?"
"Oh God, Luis! Can't you wait?"
"Uff... it wouldn't be the first time... "
"I know, but now my house terribly looks like a brothel."
"It's not my fault, man. Anyway, it's called True Love and it needs an appropriate place to be made. Sorry mate, I'm in the right... So... thanks for the bed. " *he goes away walking unsteadily*
"Who knows why, but drunkards are always in the right... "

... ...

Everyone went home and only Iker and Fernando remain to tidy up the house...

"I didn't know you had organised a party."
"Yes... I didn't tell you... sorry."
"No, don't have to apologise. Only that I was a bit worried when I arrived. I mean... loud music... screams... then Roberto shutting the door on my face... at first I thought I had gone to the wrong house."
"Yeah... we were a bit... uhm... out of head. It doesn't happen often, anyway. Only once a week, I think." *Iker answer seriously*
*Fernando looks at his lover, then starts laughing* "Oh, not often... only once a week... it means you're an habitual drunkard! Oh, Iker... what about your liver?"
*Iker give a bad glance to Fernando* "I think you drank a lot too."
"Of course I did. But... once a month it's different."
"No, it isn't."
"Ah, Iker, you're denying the truth... you're still drunk."
"Yes, I am... well, a bit... it's a hour I don't drink... "
"Good... "
*Iker approaches to his lover and give him a light kiss on his lips*
"Anyway... Iker... I didn't know you tell your friend about our... uhm... performances... blow jobs, I mean... "
"Oh, sorry for that."
"And... how happened?"
"We were talking about... "
"Dirty things."
"Yes. And so... it came out."
"By itself."
"Yes... no... sorry."
"It's ok... I only hope you didn't tell all the matter."
"No, I didn't."
"Really?"
"Not quite."
*Fernando sighs* "What do they know?... I mean... so I know if next time I see them I'll have to hide."
"They know nothing about what happened in Tossa... I mean, our first time."
"Mmmh... it sounds so good."
"Think it's better to do it than to hear it."
"Yeah... by the way, when I came here I thought you were alone... but... it looks like my whipped cream spray will be wasted... "
"What?" *Iker hopes he heard it right*
"Yeah... you know... I feel a bit horny right now... I haven't touched myself for all the day and now I need some release, my love... " *first he was tidying the room, but suddenly stops and sinks into the sofa* *Iker stops tidying up too and walks towards Fernando, then he stands in front of him with a naughty grim*
"Oh, Iker... I love blow job too. You're good at it."
"Only good?"
"Damn good. When you want. When you don't tease... I don't want you to tease, now."
"As you want... " *Iker kneels in front of Fernando, puts his hands on his lover's thighs and starts caressing them* "I love you." *Iker kisses Fernando passionately*
"I love you too... "
*Iker spreads Fernando's legs apart, then starts rubbing the inner thighs* "What do you want me to do?"
"Want you to undress me."
"With pleasure, my love... " *Iker unbuttons Fernando's trousers and gently pulls them down, revealing his boyfriend's arousal*
"Iker... "
"Hush... " *starts rubbing his manhood through the fabric, then he pulls the pants down and strokes the growing cock*
"Iker, please... "
*Iker kisses him again, leans down and gently licks the head of his cock, then takes it fully in his mouth*
"Yes, Iker, yes, this way... " *Fernando moans and caresses Iker's hair, giving him the rhythm* *meanwhile Iker's hands are exploring the boy's chest under his shirt* *Fernando breaths heavily* *Iker manages, in some way, to unbutton the shirt, he tries to take it off Fernando without leaving his job* *Fernando helps Iker to undress him and makes the shirt slip on the floor, then caresses his lovers back, sometimes gripping his blouse* *Fernando's hands on him and his taste make Iker go crazy, he increases his rhythm and with one hand grabs Fernando's balls*
*Fernando feels he can't wait anymore* "Iker... Iker... I'm going to cum... Iker... "
*Iker continues moving his mouth up and down Fernando's cock, then feels his lover trembling under him and his warm semen filling his mouth; he savours the taste he'll never be tired of, then kisses Fernando with his mouth still full of cum* "Too good... "
"Iker, thanks, I love you... "
*they both rest on the sofa, gently caressing each other, Fernando's head on Iker shoulder* *then Iker starts kissing his boyfriend and sits on his legs, rubbing his growing manhood against Fernando's hips*
"Are you tired or you can stand a little more of this?" *Iker asks grabbing Fernando's chin*
"I'll never be tired of this... "
"So we can try something else... I want you... want you so much... my little one... "
*Iker makes Fernando lie down on the sofa and gets on top of him, kissing him and unbuttoning his own trousers* "Do you want it?"
"Yes... you know... if it's gentle... "
"It can't be rough... since I love you... oh... whipped cream is for next time... "

On a plane to Saragozza... Raul answers the phone, it's Fernando Morientes...

"Ok, then... Bye, mate... -click- It was Fernando."
"What about he and Vicente?"
"... " *Raul turns towards the porthole*
"So?"
"They broke their marriage." *murmurs*
"Oh."
"Yes, they shouldn't have married. They were in a difficult situation. They weren't ready... .that's why... "
"Raul... I know what you're thinking about. We won't do as they did. And you know it. I mean, we know what we're going to do, aren't we?"
"Of course we do. What are you talking about?"
"Oh... nothing... Then what's the problem?"
"I was sad for Vicente. Fernando said he had cried."
"He's so young... "
"Well, I didn't know Fernando was such a slut. He called Deco. They go out together."
"Again?"
"Yeah... "
"Well, at least someone's glad."
"Think they're made for each other... "
"Yeah... "

"Well, but... we always care about other people problems... "
"Probably because we don't have... "

"Ehm... Luis? Will you marry me if I say one thing?" *Raul asks playfully*
"Well, if it sounds like: You know, Luis, last night I had sex with Zizou... probably I won't."
"... why with Zizou?"
"Do you prefer someone else?"
"Mmmh... Luis Filipe Madeira."
"Good choice. But what did you want to say?"
"It's... well, do you remember that story you told me in Athens?"
"The one about soul mates?"
"Yeah... that one."
"So?"
"..think it was bullshit."
"Oh."
"Don't get offended."
"No."
"I mean... you're not my perfect half... Wait, don't misunderstand!"
"I will if you continue this way."
"You won't... Because what I want to say is that we build our life, our past and our future. And it's not a fluky matter... It's you and me and what we've done that... makes this so beautiful and special... .I love you, Luis."
"I love you, too."

"Ehm... Luis?"
"God, are you going to be nice as before?"
"No, only that... I was wondering... do you think something will change... between us... when we make love... when we'll be married... ?"
"What are you driving at?"
"I mean... Do I have to be always the... "
"Ok, ok, I understood... "
"So?"
"Well... I... "
"I?"
"... maybe we could... "
"We could?"
"... try... "
"Try?"
"Oh, fuck off, Raul! We're on a passenger plane, what do you want me to talk about?!"
*Raul pouts, then starts complaining in a loud voice* "It's always this way! I'm always the-"
"Shut up, Raul! Are you mad???"
"Well... I'll be quiet... if you hush me the way we both know... and want... "
"What a bitch you are... ."
"So? Do I have to tell everyone what we do -and how- during the night?"
"No, I think we can reach an agreement, my love... "
"I knew it... " *they gently kiss* "I've always known everything... "

THE END