fic: metal
Title: Metal
Author: rose/stylistixs
Fandom: rps footie slash: palermo
Characters: cristian zaccardo/andrea barzagli
Prompt: 44. Piercing
Word Count: 2256
Summary: Cristian gets pierced. Sort of a sequel to Ink
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. All a matter of fiction.



The back of Cristian’s knees hit the low wood table as Andrea pushed him back, pushing him down to lay on the table as his mouth devoured the younger man’s. Palms pushed roughly at Cristian’s shoulders and chest as he attempted to resist, legs finally buckling beneath him as his neck was bit harshly, followed by a warm tongue and mouth on his throat. He groaned as he spread himself out, the mouth never leaving his skin as hands pulled at the waistband of his jeans, fumbling on the belt.

Andrea finally got the hook out of the hole, whipping the belt off in a swift movement, eyes staring directly into Cristian’s as the belt was thrown across the room. His hands returned to the jeans, yanking them down without bothering to unfasten them, causing the boy to whimper as he felt the material constrict around his erection. When the jeans were finally off and Cristian turned on, Andrea pushed back Cristian’s legs, pressing his knees against his chest before positioning himself in between the spread limbs. He rolled his hips, eliciting moans from both bodies before Cristian sat up, pushing Andrea’s body away from his, then taking him down and pinning him to the floor.

“Fuck, no you don’t. You topped last time. It’s my turn.” Cristian ran his hands down Andrea’s chest, reaching his freed cock, massaging the tip. Andrea in return whimpered, gripping Cristian’s hair and pulling his face up to his own.

“Fuck you. You disappear all morning, leave me fucking hard in my sleep and then just expect that you get to fuck. No way. Now get off me, turn around and give me your ass,” Andrea growled, digging his nails into Cristian’s shoulders and back. Although dull, Cristian dug his own into Andrea’s shaft, shifting them up and down while maintaining the same pressure. This left the boy panting.

“For your information, my ass is still fucking sore from the last time you fucked me since you were too drunk to prep me. So either you open wide for me, or I’ll go and finish myself in the shower.” With a free hand, Cristian ran a finger over the entrance that was currently being hidden, shoving his hand to spread the legs apart.

Finally, Andrea relented. “Fine. But you’re not getting away with it.” He reached his hands and grasped Cristian’s cock, causing shivers all over his body. He smirked as he continued; “You’re going to pierce something for me, whatever I chose. Got it?” Cristian, head swimming, just nodded, not paying much attention to what was being said, but rather Andrea’s soft hands bringing him to full length.

--

Cristian groaned as Andrea ran a hand through his hair. “But, babe!”

“You promised!”

“You had your hands on my dick. You could have said that Pluto wasn’t really a planet and I would have agreed with you!”

“..Well, it’s not.”

“Bad example. You could have said you were leaving to go play in Asia and I would have agreed. Hell, you could have said you were really a girl and I would have nodded.”

“But…You promised!”

“…I fucking hate you right now, you know that.”

“I know you don’t. C’mon, you said that you wouldn’t mind getting something pierced. It won’t hurt that much.”

“That’s not what worries me. What does worry me is that I pretty much gave you carte blanche, supposedly, to pierce whatever you see fit.”

Andrea smirked.

“I swear to God, Andrea, payback is a bitch. Watch your back, boy.”

Andrea laughed as he pulled Cristian into a quick kiss, keeping his arms linked around his neck as Cristian tried to pull and turn away to pout. “You’ll like it, I swear.”

“Whatever you have planned cannot be visible.”

“It’s not.”

“Guido will kill me. And as I die, I will point the blame on you. And then you’ll join me as well.”

“He won’t find out.”

“Fat fucking chance. What do you have in mind, the back of my throat?”

“Oh no, something that we’ll both enjoy.”

Cristian pulled away, pushing Andrea back to hit the back of the couch. “No way!”

Andrea laughed.

“The others will never shut up about it. No, no way. I refuse. Chose something else. Nonononono. NO!”

Andrea pulled Cristian’s body back towards him, cradling his back against his chest. He kissed Cristian’s neck, the soft curve of his shoulder, the little spot of skin below his ear, before whispering, “And who cares? None of them would have the fucking balls to do it.”

“And what about training? Or playing, even. Do you expect the ball to just, magically, not hit my chest during the game, that I won’t get elbowed, or get caught on my shirt. And if I want to take my shirt off in public, I’d never hear the end of it.”

Andrea intertwined his hands with Cristian’s, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Love, we have one game left until summer vacations. Then you have all summer to adjust to them. And we can get you studs, or smaller rings.”

“Rings? As in plural? Oh no. Oh nononono. You’re getting one. Max. That’s it. Don’t even try.”

“Now ‘tian, you know it would kill you to only have one. You’ll bitch about it to no ends. And since I won’t let you take it out until I say so, you’re getting two.”

Cristian groaned, dropping his weight onto Andrea’s chest. “Are you sure I can’t just offer you my ass for the next 7 days for you to use however you please? And I won’t complain.”

Andrea laughed, kissing Cristian’s forehead. “Sorry, no can do. Plus, I’ve gotten quite…excited over the image of you, shirtless, with rings on your chest.” He trailed his fingers down said chest, pausing to play with the pink buds through the thin cotton shirt. “Tugging on them lightly, harshly, licking all around it, tasting the metal while I suck on one.” Cristian sighed and relaxed his body, enjoying the sensations coursing through his body. “Four days. And we’re off to Rome, since I don’t exactly trust anyone around here to do it.” His hand continued down the body, resting over the forming bulge.

--

Cristian paced in front of the glass door as Andrea leaned against the wall, white baseball cap and sunglasses covering his face. Cristian left his hair as is, falling over his face and sunglasses as he wrung his hands, worrying his skin.

Andrea sighed. “This is one of the moments where I really wished I smoked.” Cristian glared but continued his walk. “Jesus, can you stop moving! You’re making me dizzy!”

“And you’re about to force me to stick metal through my chest!” Cristian yelled, stopping momentarily. Andrea pushed himself off the wall, walking over to the boy and wrapping his arms around him.

“Look, babe. I’m not going to force you to do anything. If you really don’t want to, then you don’t. You can get something else pierced, that you like, or forget this altogether and we can go shopping or something. It is entirely your call. Personally, I would love for you to get them, just because I know they’ll look hot, but that’s up to you. I don’t want you to do something to yourself just because I’m telling you to.”

Cristian nodded, burying his face into Andrea’s shoulder, the hot Roman sun reflecting off the glass of the parlour and blinding him. “I’m just…It’s just…I’m…”

“I know babe, you’re scared. But I’ll be there. And it only hurts a little.” He leaned into Cristian’s ear, whispering, “And I’ll be there to kiss it better.”

Cristian nodded again, taking in a deep breath. “Okay…Okay. I’ll do it. But…But not here.”

Andrea looked puzzled. “Why not? This is the best place.”

“Not anywhere in Italy. The last thing anyone needs is a scandal featuring the both of us.”

“True. So where, then?”

“New York.”

--

Cristian’s hands went clammy as soon as he step foot into the shop. It looked like nothing but a small room, but the both of them had done their research and the room they stood in was recommended as the best place in the Manhattan area. And as a plus, the piercer just happened to speak Italian as well, which put them both at ease. For Cristian, that ease was much lower.

As he was ushered into the red leather chair, he took off his shirt and handed it to Andrea. He sat down and stretched himself out, positioning his chest and back to give the worker the best access. Andrea smiled, trying to comfort the boy, running a hand through his hair before resting it on his shoulders. Cristian’s fears began to fall away as he heard the instructions, the procedures, and he closed his eyes, the black felt pen tickling his nipples as the marks were made. He was warned to stay put or the lines would be uneven and he heard Andrea giggle beside him.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with the large hollow needle and his fears returned. His eyes went wide and he tried to sit up and get away from the damned thing, but Andrea’s hand on his shoulder, and the worker’s hands on his chest prevented him.

“Easy boy. This really isn’t going to hurt. Relax, calm down. Take a couple of deep breaths, in, out, in, out. That’s it,” the piercer told him, and Cristian tried. He gripped Andrea’s free hand as he felt the metal needle pressed against his chest lightly, and let out a low moan as the first bud was squeezed, the right nipple, and the fingers rested on the opposite side of the needle.

“Alright, I want you to take a big, deep breath, and when you exhale, I’m going to push it through. Alright, one…two…three, and breath…and exhale.” The piercer pushed the needle through the first side in one swift motion, the tip pointing out from the other side. Cristian hissed as he exhaled, gripping Andrea’s hand harder as the needle went through the soft skin. The piercer set up the first ring and then disposed of the needle.

“I’m going to let you rest for five minutes and I’ll come back with a clean needle.” With that, he got up and left to another room, leaving the two alone.

“How was it?” Andrea sat down in the piercer’s chair, kissing Cristian. “You didn’t cry, so I’ll assume it’s not that bad.” Cristian laughed.

“It’s actually…It’s not that bad. It’s like a sharp pain for a whole of two seconds. And then, that’s it. It’s actually sort of kinky.” It was Andrea’s turn to laugh as the boy in the chair blushed.

“Sex addict. You do know we’ll have to wait two weeks before we can play with them?”

Cristian nodded as the piercer returned with a fresh needle and alcohol swab, and asked them if they were ready to continue. Cristian nodded and lied back down, as Andrea returned to his standing position on Cristian’s left side.

“Alright, same procedure. Deep breath, and on the exhale I push through. One, two, three, and go.” As he exhaled, Cristian felt the sting again and hissed, biting his tongue in the process. The piercer adjusted the second ring and stood up, removing the plastic gloves before going over some care instructions with the couple. Once everything was explained and paid for, Andrea and Cristian left the store, Cristian shifting his shirt awkwardly.

“These are going to take some getting use to.” He pulled the shirt away from the front of his chest as the rings caught themselves on the material, causing sharp jolts of pain. Andrea leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You have all summer. C’mon, lets go get something to eat.”

--

The sunlight streamed through the large bay windows, a balcony overlooking the New York City skyline. The curtains did little to prevent the sun from hitting the bodies in the bed, the white hotel sheets wrapped around two sleeping bodies. Andrea had somehow, somehow, convinced Cristian to cut his hair short, the way it used to be when they had both come to Palermo, and tuffs of hair were currently going off in different directions as his head rested against his pillow.

Andrea, awake and bored, began to unwrap the sheets from both bodies, pressing light kisses against Cristian’s bare skin. He started along his chin before working down, pressing against his neck and shoulders, down his chest, as Cristian started to stir. Eyes barely open to a squint, Cristian yawned and rubbed at his face, before Andrea came into focus. He watched as the brunette moves his mouth down and groaned when he felt his tip lavished with kisses and licks, threading his hands through Andrea’s hair.

Andrea’s mouth came back up to his, his hands framing Cristian’s face. “You’re so fucking hot in the morning.” He kissed him, slowly at first, before teeth made their appearance on pink lips. Andrea pulled away after several moments. “It’s been 16 days.”

Cristian played the innocent. “I know.”

“The piercer said 14.”

“Yup, he did.”

“We waited two extra days.”

“So we have…Oh!” Cristian’s eyes closed as Andrea placed his mouth over the right bud, tonguing the nipple lightly and feeling the body below him arch off the bed. He suckled lightly, enjoying the hands tugging at his hair as the metal began to warm in his mouth. He moved over to the left, repeating the actions, becoming braver and nipping just lightly. The action caused Cristian to cry out and he pulled Andrea’s head away from his chest, bringing him to face level.

“Fuck me. Now.”

Andrea wasted no time and crawled over to the side of the bed where he knew the lube was last thrown, reaching his hand onto the floor and stretching out, giving Cristian an ample view. The younger boy worked himself lightly, bring his cock to full length as Andrea returned with slicked fingers. He prepped the boy, sliding his fingers around the opening before slipping them inside, twisting them around and watching Cristian’s body react. His hips moved along on their own, a sheen of sweat already forming over his body, and small moans escaping his lips.

“You. In. Now.”

Andrea nodded and removed his fingers, wiping them along the bed sheets and earning a snicker from Cristian. “The cleaning lady is going to kill us.”

“That’s what they’re fucking paid for.” He pressed the tip to the entrance, applying slight pressure to pop the ring around the opening before pushing all the way through, matching groans echoing along the walls. As their speed and thrusts escalated, so did their moans, hands gripping flesh and mouths biting and licking skin as the bodies met, again and again. Andrea leaned his mouth down again to suck on Cristian’s nipples as the latter gripped Andrea’s hips, forcing them to move faster, harder.

They both came, Cristian undone just slightly before Andrea with another bite along the right bud, while the muscles contracting around Andrea’s cock unleashed a long cry as he collapsed on Cristian, both boys panting hard, trying to regain their breath and some sense of being.