A little plea..

I'm almost done with the Xabi-mood theme (no, I haven't forgotten it XD I'm sorry it has taken so long), but I still need two more pictures; for groggy and full and possibly if anyone has one that can be used for thirsty. I think that's about it..On other notes, it's freezing and snowing here and I'm begining to catch a cold, damnit.Oh, and the plot bunnies are teaching me how to bounce XD

Fanfic;Just Go With It - Part 4

As I promised, my birthday present to you guys for being the best!Fic Title: Just Go With It (4/?)Chapter Title: 'X'Rating: NC17 Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard (mention of Íker Casillas/David Beckham)Warnings: Slash, fluff, lots of it. And SMUT! Would you believe it?! XDDisclaimer: I'm pretty sure I got Xabi’s car right, correct me if I'm wrong. Didn't dare to guess on Stevie's though. Everything else is a lie.. Author's notes: This is my birthday present to you guys, who have helped me with my fics, commented on the chapters, generally been so supporting of my writing. You've asked me for a Smutty!Chapter for so long and yeah, here goes ::blushes:: It's the first smut I've ever written, so please thread carefully.._iseemonsters, thank you so much for your quick beta and your enouraging words! ::loves::I'm not sure if the Spanish is right...Lina (c0v89), I love you for bringing up the car-stuff in your fic and all the crack!ideas on MSN XD Oh, and the wrestling they're up to in this chapter was inspired by Íker Casillas and David Beckham's tumbling around on the field down at Real XD check out the last few pictures at the most recent picspam at iker_love for reference if you don't know what I'm talking about. But beware, it's awfully heavy on the computer.Okay, without further ado, I present to you, the fourth chapter.The previous ones can be found here;Chapter 1 – Loss, Or Something Like It Chapter 2 – Sun Through The Curtains Chapter 3 – Sweet DreamsThey settle into their little game as if it is the most natural thing of all. The constant fear of being caught that Stevie had to begin with, evaporates as the weeks pass without anyone noticing.They train together, eat lunch together, sit next to each other whenever they are in the dressing room or in the conference room to watch video tapes of matches, they visit each other, they do everything the way they have done it before.Perhaps just a bit more often than they used to.Stevie isn’t at ease with lying to Alex, but he tells himself that he still doesn’t know what all this is. If it is real or if they are just fooling around. The only thing he knows is that he enjoys it immensely and he doesn’t want to stop it just yet. The words in his head are always the same;Some other time. Not yet. We’ll see where this goes. He hates the little voice that keeps telling him that this is wrong but as the weeks go by, he is able to silence it more and more.Xabi has it the same way, more or less at least. For some reason, he doesn’t feel half as bad as Stevie though. Probably because Nagore is in Spain a lot these days, which makes their relationship seem awfully distant and sometimes he actually has to remind himself that they aren’t officially over and that he never planed to end it in the first place. Not before Stevie walked into the spotlight a few months ago.He knows that he will take the turn when it comes. Tell her that it is not working. He isn’t too worked up about it. The whole thing has started to get rather chilly anyway, from her side as well. It will be so much easier for him than for Stevie. He won’t lose half of what Stevie will lose by being honest. Well, not one hundred percent honest obviously, but as honest as he has to be. Stevie grins as he sees Xabi’s fucking expensive black Porsche Cayenne parked outside Melwood.That is one of the few extravagant things Xabi has bought after his success at Liverpool, the other being his apartment, a few very neat suits that are kind of necessary whenever they go anywhere and that ridiculously pretty house in San Sebastian. Stevie has been there once and he swore to whatever God he could think of that he would get a place like that some time, whenever he had the energy to actually find one, that is.He parks next to the big SUV. As he locks his own car, he looks at Xabi’s and shakes his head in disapproval. Dirt on the windows. That won’t do. He looks quickly around to see if anyone is watching and hastily scribbles a heart on the back window with his finger. And then adds an ‘X’ in the middle of it for good measure. He feels like he is twelve.“I think ye need to wash yer car,” he mutters into Xabi’s ear as he stops to stand next to him in the dressing room. Xabi sends him a questioning glance. “Why?” he asks as he pulls on his socks.“Ah, no reason. Just thought it looked a bit grey, is all.” Stevie opens his locker and pulls out his training kit before pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the bench. In the corner of his eye, he can see Xabi watching him and suppresses a smirk.“Is it perfectly acceptable to stare at people in Spain?” he mutters silently, careful so that Sami doesn’t hear him a few feet away. Xabi snorts and ties his shoelace.“Not really, but I wasn’t. I was merely thinking about the best place to get the car washed. You want to come with me? It’s quite fun.” He ties the other shoelace.“Uh, thanks, but no thanks. I’ve never found car washes all that enjoyable.” Stevie pulls his shorts on, tying a nice knot at the front. The next thing he knows, Xabi’s hand is on his, stopping his movements.“I can show you some exciting things to do in a car wash," he whispers into his ear and Stevie has to pull himself together so as to not let it affect him as much as it usually would."I bet ye can indeed," he says as Xabi removes his hand and he continues to tie the knot. Xabi just nods as he pulls his own shirt over his head. "You two done flirting yet?" Stevie turns sharply at the sound of John Arne's voice and he wills himself to not turn that usual shade of red. "What? You want some attention yourself?" Xabi chuckles. He puts a hand on his shoulder on his way out, "I didn't know you were into that sort of stuff." He smirks at the crestfallen look on Riise's face and Stevie snorts. Xabi always knows what to say. He is so fucking obvious some times, so obvious he becomes smartly indistinct. "I'm not!" John Arne tries to shout after him, but Xabi just laughs and turns to Stevie, "Coming already?"You wish, Stevie thinks with a smirk as he follows his Spanish friend, John Arne trailing after them."Will you stop messing already!" Xabi exclaims as Stevie tackles him mercilessly on the pitch, "Where is that stupid referee when there's use for him, eh?!" The two of them are playing three-a-side with John Arne, Sami, Josemi and Luis at the end of training. Carra, Peter, Fernando and Momo are practicing penalty shoot-outs with Jerzy and Finnan and the others has already withdrawn to the complex together with Rafa and Miller."What? Need a referee to sort me out? Ye Europeans are no use," Stevie pants as he runs towards the goal, Xabi fucking glued to his side, trying hard to get the ball back. Just as he is about to shoot, Xabi sticks his foot out, nicks the ball, effectively hooking Stevie's foot at the same time and he tumbles ungracefully to the ground in a heap of limbs. Xabi turns around to look at him, smirking. "Who said I needed a referee? It would just have made things that much easier," he pants as he walks over, offering his hand to the fallen man. Stevie takes it, but instead of letting himself be pulled to his feet, he tugs and Xabi is totally taken off guard as he is pulled down on the wet grass next to Stevie. "What the hell?!" He leans on his elbows, looking up at Stevie who rises to his knees and brushes the grass off his shirt, "Oh no, you," Xabi mutters before leaping at him, quick as a cat, pushing him to the ground. Stevie's back hit the grass with a muffled "thump" and Xabi pins him down, hands on each side of his head. "Touché," he mumbles with a grin and forces himself not to think of the position they are in.Stevie seems to be thinking the same thing, but before he can stop himself, his hands have moved silently to Xabi's sides, just were he knows he is terribly ticklish. Xabi starts in surprise as Stevie grabs him and he rolls around, trying to protect himself from the merciless hands."God, please, stop it!" he gasps as Stevie rolls around with him, not giving him a moment’s peace to draw his breath. "Stevie!" He tries to wrestle his way out of the death-grip Stevie has on him, but to no avail. He rolls himself into a ball, but Stevie merely climbs over him, his body shielding Xabi's face from the sun. "This is what ye get for tacklin' me in that dirty way of yers!" Stevie chuckles, his breath close on Xabi's neck, causing shivers to run through him and he lets his body go limp under Stevie's."Ye givin' up already?" Stevie mutters in a strained whisper and Xabi swallows at the heated look in his eyes, his breath slightly constricted. He is this far from tilting his head that little inch to the left to brush his lips against Stevie's when he hears Luis' voice close by."This reminds me strangely of Íker and David down in Spain," he laughs and Stevie's head snaps up from Xabi's, who lets out a slow breath in relief. That was way too close for comfort."Who?" Stevie asks as he gets up, then offers Xabi his hand and pulls him to his feet."Íker Casillas, our goalkeeper, and David, your British Skipper," Luis answers and picks up the ball from where Stevie and Xabi left it a couple of minutes ago, "They fool around just as much," he continues and dribbles the ball, passing it to Sami who catches it easily from where he is standing, talking animatedly with John Arne.Stevie sends Xabi a careful look as they head towards the complex after the others, but Xabi's gaze is fixed on the ground, a grin playing at his face. "What're ye laughin' at?" Stevie tries, but he shakes his head, the grin never leaving his face.They enter the large complex and are on their way through the many hallways towards the dressing room when Xabi grabs his wrist and pulls him through a door to the left. "Xabi! What the fuck are -" he manages before he is pushed hard towards the now closed door, desperate lips pressing against his, equally desperate hands running up his chest, holding him in place. Stevie's pulse speeds up instantly as he feels a demanding tongue licking at his lips, then his teeth before it slips into his mouth, exploring every crevice. As Stevie replies, the soft, wanton moan from the back of Xabi's throat leaves him mentally unhinged, his breath catches in his chest and his hands shake with anticipation.He pulls away slightly to lift the shirt over Xabi's head, shivering at the sight in front of him. The smooth chest almost begs to be touched, licked, kissed and he doesn't know where to start."Stevie.." Xabi's lips are on his neck, then moves unchecked down to his collarbone, sucking fiercely as he runs his hands up under his shirt, across the tense muscles on his back. "God, I want you," he whispers hotly into his ear as he presses his hips against Stevie's and tries to quench the silent sob that escapes his lips at the sudden friction.Stevie quickly pulls his shirt off, then turns them both around and shoves Xabi against the door, locking it in the process before attacking his neck. Xabi's hands are at his sides, his fingers leaving traces of fire as they move up to his chest, brushing lightly over hardened nipples. Stevie half bites, half kisses the hollow of his neck as he moves his hand slowly down into Xabi's shorts. As he curls a demanding hand around him, Xabi throws his head back against the door in reflex and gasps. His eyes flutter shut in pleasure and his parted, moist lips let out heavy and strained puffs of air. It is possibly the hottest and most gorgeous thing Stevie has ever seen in his life and he wants nothing more than to see it last forever. Xabi swallows with difficulty in-between the waves of pleasure that soar through him and he silently wonders how the hell he is still standing. Stevie’s teeth dig into his neck like small knives, before he runs his tongue over the flaming red marks, soothing and calming yet hot and arousing. Xabi is totally lost in the passion that surrounds them, the scent of Stevie; sweaty and hot and delicious, the stifled sounds of pleasure from both of them, the feeling of naked, hot flesh against a rough hand."For fuck's sake, Stevie.." he pants, letting his forehead rest against Stevie's shoulder and gripping his waist hard, trying to create something constant he can hold on to through the mind-blowing sensations. Stevie breaths gently at the red, bruised flesh on his neck before lifting his face to his, staring into the flames of pleasure vivid in his eyes before he captures his lips. He quells the moans that escapes Xabi as his hand gets more intense, stroking him harder and longer, slowly pushing him to the brink of what Xabi thinks he can handle without passing out from lack of oxygen.He feels Stevie bucking his hips slowly against his thigh and it does absolutely nothing to calm his frantic pulse. He pulls him closer, increasing the friction and he feels the shiver of pleasure that runs through Stevie as if it is running through them both.He pulls back slightly, trying in vain to catch his breath before Stevie turns him around to face the door, his shallow breath hot on his neck."I want you," Stevie whispers into his ear. The gentle hand Stevie places on his lower back sends shockwaves of pleasure up his spine and he is barely aware of his shorts being pulled down over his hips before they fall to the floor. "I want you so much it fuckin' hurts." The hand runs up his back and Xabi turns his head slightly, seeking the lips that are licking at his neck. Stevie obliges and kisses him fiercely as he leans towards him, the feeling of naked chest against naked back causing Xabi to shiver violently. Stevie's hands runs up his chest, down his sides, over his thighs but bypasses his aching length by a fraction, making him whimper pleadingly against Stevie’s demanding tongue, but he merely answers by pressing himself harder up against him. Xabi pulls away and leans his forehead against the door, having to brace himself off something. He tries to calm his breath as he feels Stevie's hand move and he just knows that he is touching and preparing himself. The mere thought of it sparks the desire in him into white-hot flames of mind-breaking arousal. The anticipation is making his mind short circuit and the blood is hammering in his ears.He shuts his eyes sharply, presses them tightly together as Stevie's hand moves gently up the curve of his ass, his lower back, his shoulder blades before he pushes inside slowly, groaning against his neck. Xabi gasps at the painful fire that rips through him and throws his head back onto Stevie's shoulder, panting heavily as he waits for it to turn into a much more agreeable heat. He can never prepare himself one hundred percent for this. Never. The sharp pain that gradually turns into pleasure takes him by surprise every time. They’re still for a moment and the only sounds are their mingled breaths. Xabi swallows hard again as Stevie scrapes his teeth against his neck, the tingling sensation making him stir."Stevie.." Xabi breathes as a hand grabs his, fingers entwining. The other is reaching down, circling him slowly, waiting, and Xabi knows what for. But right now he doesn't care that he humbles himself. Doesn't care if he has to talk dirty or beg for it."Please, Stevie.." he whispers, unable to keep the pleading in his voice to a minimum and he turns his head towards him, breathing against his lips, "please, fuck me." His voice is barely audible, but as Stevie's hand grabs him greedily, he knows they got through to him and he gasps in sheer surprise. Everything is just too much and as the strokes become more and more intense, a blinding flashlight goes off in his head and all he can see are flashes of white, the blood rushing through his mind with a deafening roar. He doesn't know where he ends and Stevie begins. They are one, moving as one, their heavy breaths mingling and their gasps of pleasure only fuelling the other on."Christ, ye've no idea how much I've wanted this," Stevie breaths into his ear and the jerk of his hips instantly becomes more erratic. Xabi feels the heat building in him with every stroke, every jerk of hips, every gasp, breath, moan, every single movement."Stevie... tan cercano.." He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as the fingers around him tighten. It is all it takes and he comes messily over Stevie's hand, his name flowing off his lips over and over again as he trembles back down to Earth. He tries to draw his breath as Stevie continues to push into him. The tremors that runs through him cause Stevie to gasp his name in pleasure and it doesn't take more than few thrusts before he groans, biting down on his neck and Xabi swears there will be bruise marks there tomorrow. They lean against each other for a few moments, their breaths slowing down, their sweat covered, sated bodies cooling. It is Xabi that first speaks, his voice hoarse."I swear to God, that was the hottest fuck I've ever had."Stevie chuckles and kisses his neck as he pulls away. "Hell yeah," he mutters. He gets his shorts on before he bends down and pulls Xabi's up for him. Xabi laughs,"I'm not handicapped, you know." Stevie just smiles as he hands him his shirt before pulling his own over his head.Xabi turns around and his hands find Stevie’s as he looks at him. The red tinge in his cheeks suits him so well, he muses, before he closes the distance and kisses him, timidly first before Stevie replies. Their fingers entwine as it grows more heated, their tongues battling for dominion over the other."We should go back," Stevie says before it gets too hot. His eyes are dilated with lust and Xabi has to visibly pull himself together as he nods and turns to open the door.As they arrive back at the dressing room, Nando and Luis are the only ones left."You've been training until now?!" Nando exclaims with raised eyebrows. Xabi shrugs. "Yeah, I couldn't get my long ranges right," he tries to explain, "and Stevie was my keeper."Luis chuckles. He remembers what Stevie was like as a keeper last time they tried penalties without Jerzy. "Any improvement on his keeper skills?" he asks as Stevie walks into the shower."Not a bit," Xabi chuckles but before Luis or Nando can answer, Stevie's voice cuts through,"I heard that!"The three dark-haired men laugh."Okay, now I understand why my car needs a wash."Xabi raises his eyebrows as he sees the scribbled message on the window of his car and looks accusingly at Stevie, who merely shrugs. He looks at the heart and the 'X' again for a moment."Steven.""What?"He takes a step closer and looks around. Their cars are, again, the only ones left. Without a second thought, he cups Stevie's face with both hands and presses his mouth to his, licking his lips, willing him to give him permission to access. He feels Stevie's arms snake around his waist, holding him close and as his lips part under his, Xabi sighs contently and leans into the embrace, his arms circling Stevie’s neck. Their tongues slide against each other, slowly and passionately, playing a sweet game of 'tag' and Xabi thinks that he has never felt so complete in his life. He pulls away after a couple of long minutes and as he looks into Stevie's eyes, he knows he can never go back to the life he used to live. Stevie brushes a few stray strands of hair from his forehead and looks at him questioningly."I'm not saying this because you just fucked me senseless," he begins and Stevie grins, the whole atmosphere tensing slightly with anticipation. "I just.." he tries to continue, but words fail him. He leans forward and brushes his lips against Stevie's again, almost for reassurance, and he wonders when he became so nervous. He pulls back just a fraction, eyes closed, feeling soft lashes brush against his cheeks."Pienso te amo," he whispers against Stevie's lips and although Stevie would always claim that he doesn't know a lot of Spanish, he knows enough. He pulls him close again, trying to transfer every little bit of his thoughts to him as he kisses him urgently."I think I love you too," he whispers back as Xabi leans his forehead against his. They both smile, hands finding each other."How about your car stays here until tomorrow?" Xabi mutters and Stevie simply squeezes his hand in response. "Good, I need to get mine washed," he continues with a grin before he reluctantly lets go and unlocks the black Cayenne, a heart scribbled across the dirty window.

Above The Clouds, The Sky Is Always Blue

Title: Above The Clouds, The Sky Is Always BlueChapters: One ShotRating: PG13Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven GerrardDisclaimer: Never happened.Warning: Slash, fluff and a bit of angst.Author’s Note: I wrote most of this as I was sitting at Arlanda Airport on Saturday, waiting two hours for my flight home. Xabi’s thoughts on airports and flying are mostly my own, I don’t actually know if he likes it or not. And the angst just wrote itself, I didn’t plan on it at all.Oh, and this is not beta-read. I couldn't be bothered to wait (sorry, _iseemonsters!) XDHe listens to all the foreign languages floating in the air. French, German, something that is either Swedish or Norwegian, he can't really tell the two apart. Some Spanish words make him turn to see who it is. For some reason, he does that every time. It is interesting to see what other Spaniards are out travelling at the same time as him. Hearing the language spoken is a little bit of home he muses, and feels more at ease for some reason. People are spread around, pulling luggage, carrying Tax Free bags, some running from gate to gate, some lounging, some have even occupied three seats. He looks up at the screen above the sleeping people. DL 8510 Los Angeles LAX 11:15Delayed New time 22:55He checks the time. It's half nine. He smiles slightly and silently feels sorry for them, having stayed here for more than ten hours already. No wonder they are sleeping. He knows exactly what it is like. When he and his dad were going to the '94 World Cup in the US, they had to wait for hours and hours for a delayed flight. At a point, he had been afraid they would miss Spain's opening match against Korea.He walks past several gates and shops, checking the information boards unconsciously to make sure he is on the way to the right gate. He enjoys airports. The atmosphere there is unlike anything else, the stress and excitement almost tangible. When looking at all the people crossing his path, he sometimes wonder where they are off to, who they are going to meet, if they are as relaxed about travelling as he is or if they are doing their best to hide their fear. He has never been afraid of flying. When he was a kid, he would sit with his nose pressed to the window during take off and landing and the turbulence whenever they flew through the clouds was brilliant fun.Not that he ever got to fly much, only the odd trip. It was when he began his career at Liverpool that he started to actually travel a lot and he finally understood the meaning of the term 'jet-lag'. As a kid, the journey to the US hadn't made any impact on him at all and he couldn't for the life of him understand how his dad could be so worn out after 'just sitting on a flight for eleven hours'. He had too, and all he wanted was to go and see a match right away.No, the jet lag is a well-known thing to him now. Still, he usually enjoys travelling all the same. Not that he doesn't get sick of it at times. It is tiring stuff, but he has gotten used to it now that he has settled into a routine.As he arrives at the right gate, he sees some of the others sitting around, trying to kill time. Carra and Peter are in a deep conversation, Peter throwing his arms up in exasperation at something. Rafa is reading the paper, something Xabi knows he is not very good at. He will most likely read the Sports-add and then pass the paper on to whoever may want to read it. Not Mark though, he is asleep with the Ipod in his ears. He wonders how anyone can sleep with music in their ears. Robbie, Dirk and John Arne are nowhere to be seen. Probably spending some time in the Tax Free area as they always do. It is a wonder they still haven't had secret meetings with The Liverpool AA. Or maybe they have. He spots an empty seat by the window at the back row, and makes his way over."Hello there," Stevie says as he sits down next to him, a tired smile on his face. Xabi smiles back as he locks eyes with his captain."Hey," he says in a low voice and takes Stevie's hand in his, careful to hide it from the general view. Just holding his hand is more relaxing than anything Xabi can think of right now and that is when he realizes how knackered he actually is. He tries to stifle a yawn, but fails badly and Stevie chuckles."How're ye goin' to survive this flight if ye're out of it already?" he smirks."I'm not. I'll probably be asleep before we're off the runway." Xabi yawns again and shivers."The hell ye are. When have ye ever slept durin' a take off?" Stevie asks, his thumb moving in slow circles on the back of Xabi's hand. "What're ye thinkin' about?" he asks after a few moments of silence with only blue connecting with brown over entwined hands. "All the things I'd rather be doing with you right now," he says softly and grins as he notices Stevie's expression change ever so slightly. "Get your mind out of the gutter!" he exclaims and Stevie snaps out of it."What gutter?" he asks, trying to gain composure, but Xabi is already laughing, reluctantly letting go of Stevie's hand."Who said I was thinking about that sort of things? I was merely thinking about how you could help me re-furnish my apartment when we get home. Perverted Brit." Stevie simply snorts."That's rich, comin' from ye. Yer mind is fuckin' stuck in that bloody gutter. Or how would ye explain the fact that ye pulled me into a fuckin' broom cupboard three minutes after our last game?" he says and Xabi feels heat rise to his cheeks. "Totally besides the point," he tries but Stevie has got the 'Smirk of the Century' plastered on his face, so Xabi ignores him and turns away.Looking out the window, he sees their aircraft taxing towards the gate. Aircrafts are amazing things, he muses. So unbelievably huge and yet so swift. He travels a lot and he never stops wondering how such big things can actually stay in the air the way they do. "Ye want to come around to me place when we get home?" Stevie's voice pulls him out of his reverie."Now who's mind's in the gutter?" he asks and turns around to see Stevie roll his eyes, "I wasn't complaining, just stating the facts," he continues and smiles."Since ye're not sayin' no, I'll take that as a yes." Stevie looks content."Alex isn't home?" "Xabi -""...Sorry."Silence.The unspoken agreement. Don't mention the missus. Not yet. Not until they know that this is something that would last. That it is more than a fling. Only thing is, this 'fling' has lasted for three amazing years already and they both silently wonder how the hell they have managed to keep it from the public eye. He knows how bad Stevie feels about the whole deal; after all he himself ended his relationship with Nagore because he couldn't continue being dishonest with her. He also knows that the only reasons why Stevie is still holding on to his old life are called Lilly and Lexie. And he doesn't blame him. Those are exceptionally gorgeous girls after all.At the other hand, Stevie is perfectly aware of how much Xabi wants him to admit to Alex that she isn't right for him anymore, so that it would only be the two of them. No lies. No hiding. No secrecy.Xabi knows how much Stevie wants to give him exactly what Xabi has given him; his undivided attention and love. But he doesn't want to pressure him. He can continue like this if that is what Stevie wants.They get up and he puts a hand on Stevie's shoulder, stopping him from walking towards the entrance of the gate."I'm sorry," he says gently, "I didn't mean to be blunt." Stevie shakes his head. "Don't be. It's me that has to stop actin' like a priss." He forces a weak smile that only makes Xabi want to pull him into a comforting hug, but he can't. Not here at the airport, as they are about to board. You're not a priss, you're just afraid of the unknown, he thinks as Stevie hands his passport and boarding card to the airhostess.They sit down next to each other on the plane, Xabi taking the window seat as usual. Stevie takes his hand again, not caring who may notice them. It is not like the other guys don’t know anyway. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to Xabi's cheek. "Thanks for bearin' with me," he mutters as Xabi turns to look at him, concern vivid in his eyes. "I know I can be a complete idiot sometimes," Stevie continues and looks down at their hands.With a hand on his neck, Xabi forces Stevie to look at him."You're right. You can be an idiot. But not a complete one." He pulls Stevie closer and brushes his lips against his, softly, almost timid at first, before Stevie takes charge and almost forces him to part his lips, deepening the kiss urgently. As their tongues slide tentatively against each other, Xabi is very happy that they are sitting at the very back of the plane. Not that he cares about what the others may see, but he really doesn’t want to be disturbed. Not now.Not as he feels the racing pulse under his hand on Stevie's neck. Not as he feels the sudden desperation in every one of Stevie's movements. Not as he feels the way Stevie is trying to bring all his thoughts and feelings to life. The way he tries to show Xabi exactly what he means to him. The way he desperately tries to transfer all the words he wants to say aloud, but can't. Because they are too scary, too important, too serious.I'm sorry.You're the one constant in my life.I'll break without your support.I love you.Please believe me.Xabi pulls away slightly, only to place a kiss on Stevie's neck. A soft, lingering kiss, trying to calm down the chaos he knows is wrecking havoc in the other man's mind."Xabi, I -""Shh..." he whispers as he rubs soothing circles over the tense muscles in Stevie's back, "You don't need to say anything. I know."He leans his forehead against Stevie's, their breath mingling; Xabi's is calm and comforting, Stevie's is a bit rushed, almost like he is trying to force himself to calm down, but Xabi can feel the insecurity radiating off him."It's okay," Xabi mutters and he feels Stevie nod slightly, "I know things are difficult and confusing. I know that you sometimes want to run away from all of it, but you stay because you don't want to be alone."He pulls back slightly and looks deeply into Stevie's eyes, making sure his message gets across. "I'll never leave you. I love you too much." As he gently brushes his lips against Stevie's, he can feel the other man relaxing under his hands, letting out a deep sigh of relief."I'm yours, Stevie," he whispers against him and is answered with demanding lips on his, the sincere gratitude leaving him absolutely breathless and he doesn't regret anything he has ever sacrificed for this man.He knows exactly where he has got Stevie. Stevie just needed a reminder of where he has Xabi. The blue sky outside darkens as he falls asleep on Stevie's shoulder, their entwined hands never letting go of the other.

Unspeakable Things

Tada! First JT/F fic! ::proud::It's short, it's non-betaed and it's my first, so yeah.. Probably not excellent :-PTitle: Unspeakable ThingsRating: RPairing: JT/FrankDisclaimer: I make no money of this (thank god, I would've starved to death). And of course, this never happened.Warnings: Slash. And it's PWP. Very much so actually.Author's note: Heavily inspired by a few of babeephatangel's and my own silly comments XD I'd call this a drabble if it wasn't so long.Feedback: Will be so greatly appreciated you have no idea.Summary: All alone in a dressing room...It was all a blur. So many minutes. No goals. Then. Finally. Didier did it.He ran towards him, yelling at the top of his lungs in happiness and relief. They had a goal against Barca. Thank God.He threw himself down on top of the others who had already found their way over to the goal scorer, hugging whoever they could get a hold of. The players' way of celebrating a goal. The team spirit at its best. He grabbed an arm in one hand and a shirt in the other before someone was throwing themselves over him and the pile was a fact. He didn't care. He was just thrilled."You couldn't keep your hands off me this time either, could you?" John snickered at the whispered words in his ear as a familiar warmth brushed past him. He turned to see the trademark smirk on Frank's face as the later made his way towards the showers."You're talking out of your arse, man. And do cover yourself up a bit better. Not everyone are interested in seeing you prancing about like an act model." Frank merely shrugged at this and instead made a drastic show of throwing the towel away with a very 'couldn't-care-less-about-who-sees-my-arse'-like motion. John rolled his eyes at the two 'newcomers', Sheva and Micha, who had apparently been watching the little show with more or less interest."Honestly, those who decline Chelsea's offer of joining the club doesn't know what they're missing out on," Micha laughed as he dried himself off after his quick shower. John just nodded, trying to suppress the smug smile that was trying to spread on his face. They definitely had no idea what they were missing, he thought as he entered one of the cubicles."How do you know it was me grabbing your shirt and not Khalid?" John muttered to Frank, who was busy buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned casually towards the wall, watching Frank making himself presentable. Frank looked at him for a second, quirking an eyebrow, then back at his reflection in the mirror."You really want to know?" he asked, smirk in place. All of a sudden, John wasn't really sure he wanted to know, but he nodded nonetheless. "Turn around," Frank said, his intense gaze making John freeze on the spot for a moment before he obligingly followed suit. The next thing he knew, Frank had put a hand on his shoulder, the other traced down his spine before pressing gently at his lower back, making John shudder. He could almost, almost feel the heat radiating of the man behind him and that smell of freshly-showered-Frank was driving him insane."Frank.. What-""Tell me, honestly, that you wouldn't recognize these hands from anyone else's." Frank emphasized his point by pulling him closer, putting more pressure on his back, kneading the sore muscles there with his strong fingers. John's breath hitched as Frank's breath ghosted over his neck."Come on, John. Tell me," he purred. He fucking purred. John felt himself flush and his pants becoming tighter. He pushed back slightly, smirking as he heard the barely catchable moan escaping Frank's lips. "You fucking know you're right, so stop forcing me to inflate your ego," John muttered, trying hard to keep his mind off that hand on his back, the hot breath that made his hair flutter slightly at the nape of his neck..."Words like that won't do. That mouth of yours needs cleaning, mr Terry." Frank turned him around and backed him up against the wall in one quick motion, staring into John eyes. He felt the ever familiar butterflies flutter and even though he had seen that look in those eyes so many times before, he was taken aback by the want and the sheer intensity in them. Frank leaned closer, breath heavy and hot on John's lips as he whispered,"I'm having a hard time keeping myself from doing unspeakable things to you right here in the dressing room." John felt the hand on his back slide to his hip, tugging slightly at his belt before moving slightly up under his un-tucked shirt."Frank..." his voice was merely a harsh whisper, his breath catching in his throat as Frank's lips brushed against his, barely touching them before he was left even more wanton than he already was. "Frank, really, we're - " he started, but a sharp tug at his belt reminded him who was in charge here."Will you fucking shut up already?" Frank muttered against his lips, sending shock waves down his spine. Before John had time to come up with an answer, Frank had pressed his lips against his urgently, demanding attention, demanding access. He tried to refuse for a short second but was rewarded with a flat palm pressing against the ever growing hardness in his pants. John's sharp intake of breath left it only too easy for Frank to invade his mouth, thoroughly robbing him of air and sanity as their tongues battled for dominion. Frank pressed his hand a bit harder against the very present erection, biting down gently on John's bottom lip at the same time before leaving him breathless as he kissed his way to the soft spot beneath his ear."Christ, Frank..." John muttered, trying in vain to catch his breath. The lips on his neck was doing absolutely nothing to clear his mind and neither were Frank's occasional whispered words against his ear."I want you, JT..." Frank bit down gently, tongue gracing against John's skin, "..so much it fucking hurts." The breathy whisper made John shudder and give up on trying to breath normally altogether. He realized that he had pretty much given up on everything a good while ago."You drive me fucking insane," Frank muttered before capturing John's lips in a searing kiss, his hand still pressing against him. He pushed John harder against the wall, his knee forcing his legs further apart and every coherent thought was chased from John's mind as Frank started stroking him, slowly, teasingly, the confines of his pants now way too tight."Honestly! You two! This is a public dressing room, you know." Frank jumped back and John started violently in shock at the sound of the well-known voice."Michael! Really, you could've just knocked!" Frank relaxed visibly at the sight of their German team-mate and John's eyes widened. Micha just smirked. "No worries, Frank. I haven't seen nothing," he chuckled and walked past them to his locker and Frank sighed, leaning against the wall next to an absolutely dumbstruck JT. "Ehm... Frank? Care to explain why he apparently isn't very surprised?" John gestured towards Micha, who was smirking as he stuffed his jacket into his bag. Frank looked at John, obviously trying to hide the slightly red tinge on his cheeks."Well, let me just say it this way, he walked in on me talking to you on the phone one day..." Frank looked down, seemingly very interested in his boots. John merely stared at him, feeling his face become hotter by the second. He didn't need clarification on what conversation Micha had walked in on. Jesus fucking christ. Had he heard Frank correctly?"Don't look so gobsmacked, JT. He wasn't so easy about it when he realized I'd gotten the gist of that conversation." Micha nodded towards Frank who rolled his eyes and turned to pack his bag and slam the locker shut. "I was going to tell you," he said as he approached the two men again, duffle bag over his shoulder, "but I never got around and then I figured 'what the hell'."John looked at him with an amused look in his eyes and Frank had the decency to colour slightly. "Like I said earlier, John," Micha began with a grin, "people saying no to join this team doesn't know what they're missing." John emidiately became flustered at this and Frank had to snort."Anyway, I'm off, guys," Micha continued, sensing the slightly tense atmosphere, "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come around to my place with some of the others, but I guess you have some unfinished business to take care of," he said, voice mock serious, before leaving the two of them standing there in silence. "Oh, by the way," he turned around in the doorway, "I'm the last one, so you guys'll turn of the lights then?" he chuckled before disappearing up the stairs.John leaned heavily against the wall as he heard the door at the top of the staircase slam shut. He covered his face with his hands, exhaling slowly."Oh man..." He muttered and Frank pursed his lips so as not to say something stupid. "That was really not what I had expected," he continued and looked up to see Frank still leaning casually with one arm against the wall next to him. "I would've told you if he hadn't been fine with it," Frank began to explain but John shook his head. "It's okay. Really. Was just a shock, that's all. We can talk about it later."Frank chuckled, a playful look in his eyes. "Really? Well, in that case..." he said, leaning closer. He toyed a little with the collar of John's shirt before grabbing his tie and pulling him towards him, brushing his lips softly against his neck. John's pulse sped up instantly and he easily let Frank push up against him again, feeling his body against his. His hands moved around Frank's waist, touching, rubbing, roaming wild, pulling him closer, pushing his hips up against Frank's, both groaning slightly at the instant sensation that ripped through them, leaving them slightly breathless and at the same time only adding fuel to the fire. Frank looked at him for a short moment, breath heavy, a satisfied smile on his face."Eager, are we? Perhaps I must do unspeakable things to you right here in the dressing room after all..."

Colourbars!

Shock! I've made colourbars. Or rather one colourbar, two different versions.Still though, as I've searched through the whole friggin' net and found nuffin of the sort, I figured I'd proudly present; the first please correct me if I'm wrong here XD Xabi/Stevie colourbar;And yeah, kindly credit and comment if you take (or if you don't take but want to comment anyway XD )

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Meh.. I'm debating with myself wether to write the 4th chapter of the fic or to finish the mood-theme. Anyhow, while I make up my mind, I bring you picspam;Xabi AlonsoStevie GerrardFrank LampardJohn TerryIker CasillasFernando TorresMichael OwenKakáThis is huge and can kill a few computers, so dial upers; beware. We'll start with some Brazilian stuff. I present to you; KakáSheva-love!And more!Now for a short trip to Spain and Fernando TorresHe's quite adorable with all the freckles.I would've melted into a puddle if I was on the recieving end of this look.Now to England, it's time for Michael Owen to get well from the freakin injury!Very stylish, this.This is were we long to see him (though the shirt should be red with a white Carlsberg logo on the front); on the pitch, ready to do some serious damage to the oposing team....or fooling around with Peter Crouch. Get well, Michael!Then for one of the two best Skippers ever; Stevie G!So good to see him smile like this!Skipper love. If JT every decides to write a joke-book, it'll probably be a best-seller.Whoever said Rafa and Stevie weren't friends at all; shut up.Probably better friends with Xabi though *g*Weeeee!One my favourite shots of him. Love his hair!That's one mighty jump, getting on to Peter's back.Next Skipper and Vice Skipper; JT and Frank LampardNo comments are needed on this OTP.The Skipper in all his glory. Then back to Spain for some keeper-love; Iker Casillas (occasionally with David Beckham)Who're these two monkeys?Oh yeah, that's right....Iker and David :-PRighto, and now for the final (saving the best til last, you know); Xabi Alonso, best midfielder of today (ehm or so I like to believe).Awww!"Ehm, Stevie.. We're in the middle of a match.""Yeah?""Yeah, so you'll have to wait until later on.""Damn." ::removes hand::I'll try to shut up with my dumbass comments now.Goofy ;DApparently Cesc's not very happy about the thought of his Spanish team mate and Stevie G. Luis is all "Gee, here we go again. Will Cesc never get over his teenage crush?""::snort::"Über concentrated.With brother Mikel (to the left).

This picspam ...

This picspam is mostly for tasteslikeboys, because she needs to be converted we both need a dose of Frank!Love. First, some F/JT love because they are so meant to be.If these aren't a good match, I don't know who is.JT's coolest hairstyle yet.Old married couple..Possibly the most adorable picture of these two ever.Bend it like Beckham Lampard.Words fail me.And now for the Frank love because he made me really appreciate trained, muscled men.For the love of shorts...The look on his face is just..::meep::..Frank's always so damn hot casual, even in loss.. Honestly, how Steven can look at anything but that perfect version of the race of Men that's walking beside him is beyond me..I just want to hug them both.Can he stop showing off his great shape? I really do have troubles breathing by now. Even Stevie can't help but look.This is possibly one of the best pictures of him ever. It's the image of perfection, balance, grace, control.. And still so, so very manly.As I might've said before, I'm not usually one for big muscles, but who in their right mind can resist anything like this? And the tan ::dies::.

Mood-theme project.. Please help!

analysezceci and I figured that the need for a Stevie/Xabi mood-theme is big, and as I've already posted in stevieandxabi, I want to make one, for anyone to use of course! Plus, if I can get ahold of enough apropriate pictures, I'll try to get one theme made for each of these guys.But to be able to do that, I really need as many different kinds of pictures of them as possible! And this is were you guys come in.Okay, here are two lists, one for Stevie and one for Xabi. I'll cross them out as you guys post stuff, so please include what mood your picture(s) is (are) for!For the joined Stevie/Xabi theme, I'll use the best from both lists =)Oh, and preferably stuff without watermarks across faces :-P (kinda given, that)XABIAngry (Aggravated - Annoyed - Bitchy - Cranky - Cynical - Enraged - Frustrated - Grumpy - Infuriated - Irate - Irritated - Moody - Pissed Off - Stressed - Rushed)AwakeConfused (Curious)Determined (Predatory)Devious Energetic (Bouncy - Hyper)EnthralledHappy (Amused - Cheerful - Chipper - Ecstatic - Excited - High - Horny - Good - Grateful - Impressed - Jubilant - Loved - Optimistic - Hopeful - Pleased - Refreshed - Rejuvenated - Relaxed - Calm - Mellow - Peaceful - Recumbent - Satisfied - Content - Complacent - Indifferent - Full - Relieved - Silly - Crazy - Ditzy - Flirty - GiddyGiggly - Mischievous - Naughty - Quixotic - Weird - Surprised - Shocked - Thankful - Touched)IndescribableNerdy (Dorky - Geeky)Okay (Blah - Lazy - Exanimate - Apathetic - Blank - Lethargic - Listless)Sad (Bored - Crappy - Crushed - Depressed - Disappointed - Discontent - Envious - Gloomy - Pessimistic - Jealous - Lonely - Melancholy - Morose - Numb - Rejected - Sympathetic - Uncomfortable - Cold - Dirty - Drunk - Exhausted - Drained - Tired - Groggy - Sleepy - Guilty - Hot - Hungry - Restless - Sick - Nauseated - Sore - Thirsty - Worried)Scared (Anxious - Distressed - Embarrassed - Intimidated - Nervous)Thoughtful (Contemplative - Nostalgic - Pensive)Working (Accomplished - Artistic - Busy - Creative - Productive)STEVIEAngry (Aggravated - Annoyed - Bitchy - Cranky - Cynical - Enraged - Frustrated - Grumpy - Infuriated - Irate - Irritated - Moody - Pissed Off - Stressed - Rushed)AwakeConfused (Curious)Determined (Predatory)Devious Energetic (Bouncy - Hyper)EnthralledHappy (Amused - Cheerful - Chipper - Ecstatic - Excited - High - Horny - Good - Grateful - Impressed - Jubilant - Loved - Optimistic - Hopeful - Pleased - Refreshed - Rejuvenated - Relaxed - Calm - Mellow - Peaceful - Recumbent - Satisfied - Content - Complacent - Indifferent - Full - Relieved - Silly - Crazys - Ditzy - Flirty - Giddy - Giggly - Mischievous - Naughty - Quixotic - Weird - Surprised - Shocked - Thankful - Touched)IndescribableNerdy (Dorky - Geeky)Okay (Blah - Lazy - Exanimate - Apathetic - Blank - Lethargic - Listless)Sad (Bored - Crappy - Crushed - Depressed - Disappointed - Discontent - Envious - Gloomy - Pessimistic - Jealous - Lonely - Melancholy - Morose - Numb - Rejected - Sympathetic - Uncomfortable - Cold - Dirty - Drunk - Exhausted - Drained - Tired - Groggy - Sleepy - Guilty - Hot - Hungry - Restless - Sick - Nauseated - Sore - Thirsty - Worried)Scared (Anxious - Distressed - Embarrassed - Intimidated - Nervous)Thoughtful (Contemplative - Nostalgic - Pensive)Workings (Accomplished - Artistic - Busy - Creative - Productive)I really hope you'll help me!! =D

Picture of the day

Just for the occasion, because I found this, had never seen it before and thought it was utterly gorgeous.She is pretty! And he's just plain hot. Gah!

Just Go With It - Part 3

Fic Title: Just Go With It (3/?)Chapter Title: Sweet DreamsRating: Probably PG13 still.Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven GerrardDisclaimer: Except for the fact that Steven did kiss Xabi after they won and they did share a room during their stay in Istanbul, everything is one big, fat lie and must not be taken seriously.Summary: Recollections.Feedback: is love!Author's note: Thanks so much for the incredibly nice comments to the first two chapters! And also a huge thanks to my beta and fellow shipper _iseemonsters. Love!/Oscar speechThis is my first RPS and my first X/S fic, so feedback would be very much apreciated!Warnings: Eh.. Pretty much none, except that this is slash. Don't like, don't read.Previous chapters can be found here; Chapter 1Chapter 2Istanbul.The crowds.The hysteria.The intensity.The complete and utter madness of it all.Fans, red shirts, flags. The gleaming silver of the cup. Singing, cheering, running around the stadium and proudly showing the cup to the fans as if they were all back in Liverpool, at good, old Anfield.His head's spinning with emotions. It is all just too much. People are hugging him, he is hugging people, photos are taken, everything in a mindblowing rush of red and white.The whole team gathers for a photo shoot with the cup, their emotions running high and for everyone to see. There is no need to ask any of them to smile; they are all bursting with glee. Steven doesn't think he has ever seen any of them this happy. He turns and locks eyes with Xabi. The joy on his face is vivid and he is practically glowing there next to him. For a split second, Steven wants nothing else but to kiss him, he is so happy. And then he does. The quickest peck in the history of Champions League. He quickly turns towards the cameras again, a stupid grin plastered on his face. What the hell?The next moment, he feels hot breath on his neck, lips brushing lightly against his ear as he hears the whispered words; "Felicitaciones, Stevie. Y gracias." If it hadn't already, this would definitely be the moment where his mind would short-circuit. He doesn't turn around, but he feels himself growing hotter around the collar, despite himself. He doesn't have time, however, to ponder what that one long Spanish word meant before they are all pulling each other along for another run around the field.The rest of the evening is dominated mainly by emotions running high, an unhealthy intake of alcohol by most of the team members (and not to mention the supporters out there) and John proves once and for all that Norwegians can drink any Englishman under the table. Steven himself tries to steer clear of the worst beverages, knowing he will spend the entire next day under the covers if he doesn't watch himself. His roomie, however, appears to have no limits whatsoever as he claims that Spaniards can hold their liquor just as well as Norwegians. Steven can't help but grin. Will Xabi never learn?He takes a second and looks around at the others who are all spread around in the bar at the hotel. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves and again it hits him; they did it. They won the goddamned Championship. They are the best European team of 2005. That stupid grin from before has still not left his face. Probably won't for days to come."Hey Stevie! What're you thinkin' about? You look like you're in a trance." Carra puts a hand on his shoulder, holding a beer in the other. Steven smiles. "I was just thinking about all this, trying to realize it. No such luck though," he says and raises his own glass in a toast, "To Liverpool, to the fans, to the team. Cheers, mate!" The night goes on with drinks all around, cheers, toasts to all and nothing, songs, pretty much all they can think of doing to celebrate. Steven realizes how terribly drunk he must be when he finds himself standing on a chair with Xabi and both are singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" as loud as they can, the rest of the audience joining in after the first two lines. He and Xabi are pulled down by Carra and Luis, who quickly jump up to take their place as lead singers."Isn't this just the best night ever?!" Xabi exclaims as they're heading for a few more drinks. Stevie nods and puts an arm around his shoulder, pulling him a bit closer as they stop by the bar. Xabi snakes an arm around his waist and simply because he is as wasted as he is (or so he likes to believe is the reason), Steven can't help but turn around so they're facing each other, brown and green locking with blue and grey. He feels like they're alone in the world, the singing people around them dissolves into a blur and he only sees Xabi. For a split second, he wonders what it would feel like to kiss him. Really kiss him, not just a quick peck like earlier. Xabi parts his lips to say something, but before he can, they are interrupted by the bartender and Steven lets go of Xabi's shoulder almost in reflex. As if they have been caught. Xabi, however, does not let go of Steven's waist and it leaves him thinking why the hell he is feeling so at home in his embrace.What the hell am I thinking? he wonders as he is given another drink from the bartender. He and Xabi makes a toast for good measure and then drinks, their eyes never leaving the other's. It is all very strange, Steven contemplates. They both lean back against the counter, and to Steven's utter annoyance (and delight, he sighs), Xabi still hasn't moved his arm. They drink in silence, laughing occasionally at the others doing funny things. For instance, when Didi, Sami, Jerzy and John tries to translate You'll Never Walk Alone into German, Finish, Polish and Norwegian at the same time and their reason being that those languages are so much alike that people won't notice the differences. "Yeah right. It's all a lot of gibberish to me. What time is it?" Xabi asks, his voice a bit slurred from the impressive amount of alcohol he has consumed.Steven looks down at his watch. "Half four. Time to cave in, d'you think?" He empties the content of his glass. Xabi nods and does the same. "Sounds like a plan. I'm...what do you call it..." he looks intently at Steven who can swear he sees the wheels turning in Xabi's mind. "Knackered!" he suddenly exclaims and snaps his fingers to emphasize his point. Steven chuckles, still finding it funny how Xabi struggles to remember English words or phrases. "Right. You know, sometimes your English sounds like gibberish too." He smiles and winks at Xabi who feigns annoyance, but smiles despite himself as he pokes Steven's shoulder playfully."Always having fun at my expense. I don't get British humour," he finishes dramatically."Come on, let's go." Steven chuckles, then sighs in relief despite himself as Xabi finally lets go of his waist. It really was starting to eat at his last logical thoughts.They make it half-way into the lobby before Xabi is in need of a hand to keep himself on both feet."Whatever happened to holdin' your liquor?" Steven laughs as he pulls his wasted friend towards the elevator."I can! Just, not right now." Xabi leans heavily towards the wall as the elevator starts moving, covering his face with his hands to shut out the sharp light. "You're goin' to be a fuckin' mess tomorrow," Steven chuckles"I know! But you will too, I bet you anything." He looks up as the elevator stops and the doors open. Steven looks at the number."Probably. This is us," he says and steps out into the hall and Xabi stumbles after him like a blind man. Steven can't help himself and laughs as he turns around to look at his friend trying to brace himself on the wall."You allright there, mate?" He chuckles as he pulls up the keycard from his pocket and swipes it to unlock the door, then steps inside. The first thing he sees is the silver cup standing on the table, illuminated in the light from the hallway. He sighs with happiness, still not believing it all. Just then, Xabi slams the door shut behind him and flings himself down on the bed, groaning as his head hits the mattress. Steven can't stop his eyes from wandering as he takes in the whole of Xabi's outstretched body, from the neatly polished shoes, the black pants, the black, shiny leather belt with the silver buckle, the navy shirt clinging to his trained upper body, sleeves pulled up to his elbows, the three top buttons open..."Why are you watching me, Stevie?" Steven starts and his eyes meet Xabi's as he sits up, fixing him with an intense gaze. "I'm not." His voice his high pitched and he knows at once that Xabi can see right through him. "Stevie." He leans forward and grabs Steven's hand, his warm fingers curling around his and Steven has to swallow the unexplainable lump that has taken place in is troath."What?" he asks silently, his chest tightening from the look he is receiving as Xabi lets himself be pulled to his feet. He stops a feet from Steven, not letting go of his hand."You know what I'll remember the most from this day?" he asks slowly, apparently trying hard to not say the wrong words as he moves his hand up Steven's arm. Steven merely shakes his head, not believing that this is happening. It is all too weird. "When you looked at me out there on the field, and your eyes asked, pleaded, for me to kiss you. So sincere, so honest, like it was just the two of us.""Xabi, you don't know what you're talkin' about, you're totally wasted. You'll most likely have no recollection of this at all when you wake up tomorrow." Steven's voice is remarkably steady as he tries to take a step backwards, but is hindered by the arm now resting at the base of his neck."I haven't lost my mind because of a few drinks." Xabi closes the distance between them and Steven can easily tell every single part of their bodies that are touching. He closes his eyes and draws a slow breath, trying to clear his mind. He should just walk out of there and not come back before Xabi is asleep. He can go to Carra's room and sleep on his couch or something. But at the same time there is this little voice in his head keeping him from simply telling Xabi to stop messing with his head. A little voice asking him if this honestly is not what he wants. And he is damned if he doesn't know what to answer."I thought I knew you, but apparently I didn't. Show me the Steven I don't know." he mutters, his breath hot on Steven's face. "What do you mean the one you don't know?" Steven silently prays that he isn't onto what he thinks he is. As he feels a hand cupping his face, his eyes shoot open, only to look into a pair of dark, entrancing ones. His breath hitches and he swears the temperature just went up a notch. "I mean the Steven who wants this." The next thing Steven knows, Xabi has completely closed the distance between them, brushing his lips tentatively across Steven’s, slowly snaking his arm closer around his neck. Before Steven knows what the hell he is doing, he lets himself be pulled closer and his lips part involuntarily under Xabi's. He is letting himself be pulled into a mind game he has no idea how he will get himself out of, but right now he doesn't care. Not while Xabi's lips are doing delicious things to him and his hands are currently busy unbuttoning his white shirt. Steven knows he will regret this tomorrow, but he pushes those thoughts away as he feels Xabi's tongue swipe over his, pulling a low moan from the back of his troath. Steven's arms move to circle his waist as a reflex as Xabi lets go of his lips and starts kissing his way down his neck, sucking gently at the newly exposed collarbone. As Steven shivers under his touch, he can’t help but feel how right this feels. It is all too fast, too much, too soon, too strange, but at the same time, he can’t stop. He cups Xabi's face and brings it up to his, their eyes locking for a few moments that feel like hours before Xabi pushes him backwards, his legs hitting the edge of the bed. At that point, Steven gives up fighting and surrenders to the push on his shoulders, letting himself fall back onto the matters. Xabi smiles before he climbs up beside him, leaning on one arm and peering down at him. Steven exhales as he sees the heated, intense look in Xabi's eyes and for a second he is scared of all these new feelings roaming wild inside him. But at the same time, it is just Xabi. His best friend, the man he has shared so much with the past year. How can he ever be scared when he is around?He is pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of Xabi placing a soft kiss on his chin before moving to his neck, kissing his way down to the hollow and back up, his hot breath sending shockwaves of pleasure down Steven's spine. He exhales sharply as Xabi rolls on top of him, their bodies fitting too well together for his own good, adding pressure to all the right places. Xabi moves up to capture his lips again and this time, Steven just relaxes and lets himself be pulled along on the merry way. As their tongues battle for dominion with muffled sounds of pleasure in between, Xabi’s hand move to the waistline of Steven’s black Armani pants, pulling the shirt out from where it is tucked in, and the feel of warm hands against hot skin makes Steven terribly aware of how tight said pants has become. He has to swallow hard as one hand starts fumbling with the buckle of his belt, but before he has time to respond in any way, Xabi withdraws and moves his hand slowly up his chest. Steven’s barely audible sigh of both disappointment and relief reaches Xabi’s ears, who grins as he pulls away slightly to look at him. "It's too hot in here." Is the only coherent thought Steven is able to voice right there and then. Xabi smiles.“You think?” he replies as he moves in to nibble softly at Steven’s bottom lip, “Because of this, is it?” Steven exhales sharply as Xabi pushes his hand gently against the tightness in his jeans, his pulse speeding up instantly. Xabi merely hums into his mouth, the delicious tingling sensation doing nothing at all to calm Steven’s breath. This really must stop. Right now. As Xabi's lips move to his neck, Steven fumbles to grab the offending hand, but Xabi merely pushes down a bit harder, making Steven mutter something like 'oh god'. He exhales slowly, trying to get a hold of himself, but it isn't easy when the man on top of him is doing what he is. "Xabi, really, I don't know if this - " he begins but is cut of by a finger on his lips."Shh. Don't talk." The next second, the finger is replaced by Xabi's moist lips crushing against his with an urgency he has never experienced. He can only kiss back and the next time Xabi's hand is pulling at the buckle of his belt, he doesn't do anything to stop him.~~~~~~~~~~~~"Wake up, Blanconieves." Steven hears the words far, far away, but the feeling of lips to his has him waking up instantly. Without opening his eyes, he parts under the now so familiar lips and kisses back slowly and it feels like he is still in a dream.Xabi pulls away slightly, draping an arm across Steven's naked chest, stroking in small circles. "Hola, precioso." he whispers as Steven opens his eyes, his vision slightly blurred. He closes them, then opens them again to the sight of Xabi's brightly lit bedroom, the beige curtains opened, the TV on with some English soap playing on mute. He smiles. "You must stop talking Spanish to me, I have no idea what you just said.""Just a better reason to keep on talking. I take it you slept well?" he grins as his hand moves down towards Steven's torso, who has to lock eyes with Xabi to stop himself from closing them again in pure pleasure."Yeah, I did. Why?" he draws a shuddery breath as Xabi's fingers toy with the waistband of his boxers."Nothing. You've just had a smile on your face for the past fifteen minutes. I've been watching you." He starts pulling at the elastics, the sensation making Steven exhale slowly. Xabi moves in to kiss his neck, licking at the soft point he knows by now that Steven's senses just can't ignore."I dreamt about Istanbul," he says simply and he can feel Xabi grin against his neck, then a tongue tracing a pattern back before Xabi brushes his lips against Steven's, slowly, passionately, forcing him to part them under the pressure before slipping a tentative tongue inside. They play along a little while before he pulls away slightly and the lustful look in his eyes makes Steven's breath hitch, his whole body tingling in anticipation."I figured it had to be some nice dream like that." Xabi smiles as he turns the TV off, throws the remote on the carpet before he captures Steven's lips again.

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Totally snagging this meme from analysezceci! XD1. Who is your best friend? Scarlet Johansson2. Who is your mother? (if we look away from the age) Maria Bello3. Who is your father? Ralph Fiennes4. Who is your older sibling? Younger sibling? Younger; Bonnie Wright. Older; Alyson Hannigan.5. Who is your prom date? Jonathan Ryes-Meyers6. Who do you have a no-strings-attached one-night stand with? Johnny Depp7. Who do you date for a year or two? Alastair McKenzie and then Elijah Wood8. Who do you marry? Xabi Alonso *grin*9. Who is your boss? Sean Bean10. Who are your next door neighbors? Keira Knightley and Jake Gyllenhaal

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Just an afternoon update from moa.So not dial up friendly.From the official site;What the hell are they actually doing here? Good to see Stevie smile though *g**sings* Let's twist again..Like we did last summer..How to fall over in slow motion.Some serious training inbetween all the fun. OMG TIGHS! *G*!!XD What the HELL is he trying to do?! I'd definitely be sitting there on the wall as well :-PStevie: "What you all lookin' at?"

Just Go With It - Part 2

Fic Title: Just Go With It (2/?)Chapter Title: Sun Through The CurtainsRating: Probably PG13Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven GerrardDisclaimer: Except for the fact that Liverpool does have training grounds at Melwood, this story is one big, fat lie.Summary: Breakfast at Xabi's, Steven really thinks this was all a very bad idea. Again, Xabi will have none of that.Feedback: is love!Author's note: Thanks so much for the incredibly nice comments to the first chapter! They inspired me to write this much quicker than I intended to (infact, I intended for this to be a One-Shot. So much for planning anything). And also a big thanks to my beta and fellow shipper c0v89. You rock./Oscar speechThis is my first RPS and my first X/S fic, so feedback would be very much apreciated!Warnings: Eh.. Pretty much none, except that this is slash. Don't like, don't read.Previous chapter can be found hereXabi awakes the next morning, sunlight bright in his eyes. For a second, he is unsure of where he is before it dawns on him; he is on the black couch in his own sitting room and the waist he is holding tightly, the neck he is breathing against, the person he has been treating like a giant teddy bear all night, is Stevie. He closes his eyes again, drawing his breath slowly as he replays the previous evening in his mind, from the heated kissing and touching to snuggling up close and falling asleep. A stupid grin gradually spreads on his face, and only threatens to falter when he realizes that this will either change everything or nothing. And knowing Steven, he decides on the former.He gently crawls out from behind him, not wanting to wake him up. Yawning as he enters the brightly lit kitchen, he notices that it is only 7.45 and he wonders why the hell he woke up this early when he was so knackered after the match. Probably because there is a bit too many things swirling around in his mind right now. And everything revolves around that one person who is currently occupying his couch. He is not quite sure what he will say to him whenever he shows up in the kitchen, so he decides that a coffee and breakfast is in order first. Steven stirs on the couch a while later. The smell of something strongly reminiscent of coffee is pulling him awake, but he doesn't want to, not yet, because he was dreaming this really strange but nice dream. He was in Xabi's house, they were having a nice time, drinking beer, talking - he opens his eyes instantly and stares into the sitting room he had just been dreaming about. Then everything comes back to him in a rush; the match, coming here, talking, and then moving on a little beyond that... And, oh God, what is going on? He sits up, trying to force his eyes used to the light streaming in through the curtains. What on earth is he going to say? What does he want to say? How could he let this happen? His thoughts are a complete mess and in a way, he hopes that Xabi has the answer to everything as usual. On the other hand, he is not sure he wants to discuss this at all.Becoming aware of the sound of someone walking around the kitchen, he decides that it is better to face the evil sooner rather than later. Or, at least it doesn't help waiting. He finds Xabi sitting by the dark wooden table, his clothes the same as yesterday (just as himself, obviously), coffee in his hand, newspaper in front of him, reading glasses on his nose. He stops for a second, thinking about those glasses. He has always liked it when he is wearing them. They make him look smarter and more grown up than he already is. He jumps as Xabi looks up at him, a small smile on his face. "Hey," he says softly and Steven relaxes visibly. At least he is not angry with him. Then again, why would he be?"Hey," Steven mutters back as Xabi gets up and pours him a cup of coffee. He sits down on the opposite side of Xabi's. Looking down at the newspaper, he can see Frank and JT peering up at him, up side down. "What does it say?" he asks as Xabi sits back down. He just shakes his head."Nothing to cheer for. Here, read it." He hands it over and proceeds to seem very interested in the vase of flowers on the side of the table. Steven notices that they're actually alive and not half dead like Xabi's plants usually are. Or would be, if he didn't have a housekeeper once a week. Anyway."New, are they?" he nods towards the flowers. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. My mother thought I needed some more colour in here when she was over last time and I promised her to buy some to make it look nicer." Xabi looks away and shrugs, the atmosphere tensing a bit again as he does. Steven unfolds the newspaper, scanning the article about yesterday's match, his frown increasing as he reads."Not a sunshine story indeed," he mutters as he folds the paper back together. Xabi shakes his head. "They're right though, aren't they?" he asks, looking down as Xabi's eyes snaps up."Will you stop that? I thought I told you already, you are a good captain. Don't believe whatever crap they write."Steven doesn't look at him, so Xabi continues. "Look, they wrote about me as well. About the long-range I tried and failed at. Again as they so nicely point out. It's not like I'll stop trying to nail those shots just because some people imply that it's impossible. On the contrary, it makes me want to show them that they have no idea what they're talking about." He empties his coffee and looks at Steven. "You'll want to finish that before it gets cold." He gets up and pours himself another half a cup. As Xabi is standing by the counter, back to him, Steven feels like he can't put things on hold any longer. He just has to get it off his mind. "Xabi?""Steven?" Steven snorts and looks up at his friend who has turned around and seems like he is having a hard time keeping a smile off his face."Look, about yesterday..." his voice trails off."What part of yesterday?" Xabi asks as he sits down, taking a long sip of his coffee."Xabi -""I'm joking." He looks up at Steven for a brief moment, then back down into the cup he's holding with both hands and Steven can see his shoulders tensing. "I'm joking because I'm not sure what else to say." Steven remains motionless, slightly surprised at Xabi's definite lack of 'cool and composed'."How about why?" Steven asks after a few moments of silence. Xabi gets up from his chair again and after setting the now empty cup in the dishwasher, he turns to look at him."I..." His voice trails off and he leans back towards the counter, raking a hand through his dark hair. He is definitely not as confident now as he was when he woke up. "I guess I did it because I wanted to and because I knew that you wouldn't really mind," he finishes. Steven raises his eyebrows. What did he just imply?"So a spur of the moment thing, then? Because you figured I wouldn't mind?" Steven's voice is slightly testy. Xabi locks eyes with him, seeing the hurt in his friend's eyes. "That's not at all why. Firstly, do you really think I'd do that to you just for fun? And second, do you think I'd be that bold if I didn't have the slightest idea about what's been going on in your mind lately? I'm not blind, Stevie." Steven freezes at the last words and right there he hates, now more than ever, how Xabi knows exactly how he is feeling all the damn time! He gets up and paces the kitchen, stops to look out the window, paces some more, before finally stopping. He leans heavily towards the counter, a good six feet from where Xabi is standing. He is not ready to be honest quite yet. "And what is it that you've discovered?" he asks, voice a bit shaky, not noticing that Xabi takes a step closer."Well, you haven't been the same after that evening in Istanbul. You've been different around me. Not bad different, just different. You've had a short fuse lately and pretty much everyone except I have been on the recieving end of one of your blows, and before you ask, yes, I know that, because what I haven't seen myself, I've been told." He draws his breath before continuing. "But I don't mind all this, Stevie. I really don't mind getting my suspicions confirmed and you may have noticed why last night."Steven doesn't answer, he simply stares into space. That really wasn't what he had expected to hear. The next thing he knows, Xabi has closed the distance and turned him around, his hands on Steven's shoulders and is looking straight into his eyes, into the chaos in his mind. "Why can't you be honest with me, Stevie? Now that I've been as honest with you as I could ever be," he says with a low voice, never breaking eye contact. Steven draws his breath and then exhales slowly, covering his face with his hands. Why is Xabi always so damn direct and frank? Why can't he also be a stuttering mess sometimes? As stuttering as he is feeling right now. It is not fair. But he is right. He is always damn right. He places his hands back down on the counter, and against what he thinks is better judgement, he figures he might as well just tell him his worries."Because being honest would mean that I admit to having lived a joke for the past six months. And as you might guess, that's a good bit depressing and scary to think about. I have two kids and a girlfriend, Xabi. I can't just...let go of all that." Xabi closes his eyes and pulls him closer, their foreheads touching gently."I know, Stevie. God, I know. But can you honestly tell me that you'll manage to walk away from here and pretend nothing happened? Pretend that you don't know what I told you? Pretend that you never admitted what you just did?" "Stop, Xabi, I -" Steven tries to pull away, but he is held in place; his back pressed against the counter. Xabi really is stronger than he seems."No. Tell me that you can pretend all of this, Stevie. Tell me, and I'll never mention this again."Steven looks at him, trying to read his expression. He figures that this must be what they are calling to see someone's naked soul in their eyes. At that moment, he realizes that he can never be dishonest with this man and that he has been a fool for trying to hide the truth from him. He should've known better. He should have known that Xabi would find out eventually. Like he always does."No, I can't pretend, because again -" he sighs, "- you're right. I don't think I can ever forget any of this." He leans forward, foreheads touching again. They remain silent for a few moments before Steven hums silently; "Unless some sick yoke whacks me in the head with a brick so I loose my memory." Xabi snorts despite himself and smacks Steven on the shoulder. "Whenever did you start pulling jokes when we were being all serious?!" he asks but Steven is simply smiling now and Xabi clears his throat. "Did you have a point?""Uhm.. That if I lose my memory; you'll be free to take advantage of me?" Steven doesn't know what has hit him, but right now it is so much easier to joke than to be serious. It is good to feel the tension lifting from both of them."Aha, so what you're saying is that I should smack you upside the head with a heavy object. Sounds intriguing. Let me see what I can find." He leaves Steven standing by the counter."Xabi? What the hell are you doing?""Finding a blunt object. It'll sort all our problems.""I'll never come to you with my problems ever again!" Steven exclaims as he tries not to laugh. Just then, Xabi's phone rings from the top of the fridge and he answers. Steven can vaguely hear Spanish from the other end and Xabi answers likewise, so he gives up trying to understand the conversation. Instead, he sighs and stares out the window. Whatever the hell is he getting himself into?A couple of minutes later, Xabi hangs up and Steven turns around."Who was it?" he asks."Luis. He wondered if I'd left home yet, because he'd forgotten his keys to his locker and he wanted to ask if I could bring the spare copy I keep for him," Xabi says indifferently, but Steven looks at him in wonder."You keep a copy of his locker-key?"Xabi chuckles as he tidies the table, putting the kettle back on the counter. "I do. Because he knows he'll lose that too if he keeps both." Steven laughs at this. "He'll never hear the end of that, I'll make sure! Why does he want it now anyway? We're not training today." he says as he walks into the hallway and holds out Xabi's jacket to him, then finds his own. "No idea."They get dressed in silence and Steven feels the air tensing around them again. They still haven't, what should he call it, agreed on anything yet. Or have they?As Xabi reaches for the door, Steven grabs his arm to stop him and turns him around. "Whatever are we getting ourselves into here?" he asks softly. Xabi thinks for a moment before answering."In all honesty, I don't know." He looks down. "But promise me one thing, Stevie." "What?" he asks silently and manages a small smile. He will do pretty much anything for this man."That whatever happens, just go with it. You know it's the only thing that works. You can't fight your own life." Xabi looks at him intently. As Steven nods, he leans forward and brushes his lips softly against Steven's and nothing matters any more. Not really. As Steven parts his lips under Xabi's, a barely audible moan leaves his throat. He backs him up against the door and deepens the kiss as he feels a hand moving up his spine, causing all kinds of delicious shivers to run through him. As he pulls back slightly, Xabi quickly attacks his neck, kissing his way from the collar of Steven's shirt and up to his ear, sucking at the soft point beneath it. Steven's breath hitches and he feels himself getting terribly hot and rather short of breath. "We really should leave, you know. Or we'll be late," he breaths hotly into Xabi's ear, trying to stop his hands from roaming unchecked up the insides of the other man's open jacket.Xabi simply mutters something unintelligible before capturing Steven's lips again, sucking on the bottom one before biting down gently, making Steven exhale sharply. Xabi lets go and leans against the door. His face is slightly flushed and his breathing uneven as he looks at him with what Steven defines as the most captivating glare. He is seriously on the verge of giving in when Xabi straightens up and turns around."You're right, we must go." He opens the door. "Tease." Steven mutters."I didn't hear that. Oh, by the way," he turns back, smiling, "you've got a mark here." He touches Steven below his ear, making him shiver, but then he realizes what Xabi just said."Xabi! If you've left a hickey on my neck, I'll have you killed!" Xabi chuckles as he turns the alarm on, slams the door shut and locks it. When he turns around, Steven is already hurrying down the path towards the car. "Touchy much, Gerrard?" he says after him. He stops to look at him as he unlocks the car. "It's not that visible. Besides, it's not a hickey. It's a love-bite. Or is that not what you Brits call them?" Steven grimaces."We don't have time to get your car now, I'm afraid. We'll go get it later." He starts the engine."As if, I can't go home with this on my neck, if that's what you're thinking. You're stuck with me for the rest of the week now." He rubs his neck absentmindedly as he takes place in the passenger seat. Xabi snorts as he backs out of the driveway."That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard from you for wanting to stay at my place. You said yourself that Alex is gone for the rest of the week." Xabi looks at him and grins, making him turn a violent shade of red. "I'm not making it up, the cleaning lady is still there now and then, and I'm telling you, she's nosier than you are." Xabi snorts. "Oh, that's low. But it's okay, you can hog the couch any time you want." He turns on the radio."I bet I can..." Steven mutters, but has to smile despite himself. He's not sure all of this is wise, but God knows he's enjoying himself right now."What else did Luis say by the way?" He says after a few minutes of listening to whatever crap radio channel Xabi has found."He asked if I knew where you were and if you were okay." Xabi stops the car at a red light and puts on his shades. "Apparently, he went back to Anfield yesterday to look for the key to his locker and he saw your car in the parking lot.""And what did you tell him?" Xabi flashes him his trademark smirk. "That you were at my place and that I had given our Capitán some special treatment yesterday." He watches as Steven rolls his eyes at him."Honestly! You've got a cheeky mouth, you know that?" Steven says and crosses his arms in front of his chest, feigning offended."You didn't seem to mind my cheeky mouth last night. Hey! No need to get violent," he exclaims as Steven pokes him. "I'm driving here. I'm going to run us of the road if you can't control your emotions.""That's Spanish humour, is it?" Steven asks mock seriously."At its very best. Enjoying it?" Xabi speeds up as they get onto the main road towards Melwood."Terribly so." Steven smiles and leans back against the headrest.

Just Go With It - Part 1

Fic Title: Just Go With It (1/?)Chapter Title: Loss, Or Something Like ItRating: Probably PG13 Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven GerrardDisclaimer: Except for the fact that Liverpool did loose twice to Chelsea in five days, this story is one big, fat lie.Summary: After a crushing defeat by Chelsea, Steven wants to be left alone. Xabi will have none of that however.Feedback: is love!Author's note: Thanks so much to my beta and fellow shipper c0v89. This is my first RPS and my first X/S fic, so feedback would be very much apreciated!Warnings: Eh.. Pretty much none, except that this is slash. Don't like, don't read.Slamming of lockers, low voices; the heavy atmosphere. Steven feels all of it but he doesn't look up to see it. It can't get much worse than this. 0-0 five days ago and bloody 1-4 today and against Chelsea of all sodding teams. Rafa will have his fit tomorrow. He knows the others are trying to avoid him as he sits there on his usual bench, face resting in his hands, trying to shut the harsh reality out for as long as possible. As the door slams shut for what he thinks is the last time, he feels it's safe to look up. No blaming looks his way. No patronizing words he's not sure he can bear to hear; because he knows he hasn't deserved them.At that moment it hits him that he's just been acting like the worst coward ever. He's supposed to be the captain, the one who lifts their spirits when it's been crushed like tonight. Instead he's been keeping to his own little world for what, three quarters of an hour, trying to ignore the fact that they've just lost big time and that his fellow team mates are probably just as disappointed and angry as he is. Why is he the only one allowing himself to react in this childish fashion? Thinking these thoughts is definitely not helping. He gets up, strips himself of the mucky, wet kit and makes for the showers. The typical echo of locker rooms is loud and he suddenly wishes he hadn't stayed behind. At the same time he's very glad he doesn't have to take the bus with the team tonight and that he's got the house to himself later on. Alex is away with the girls visiting whoever it was, he can't remember right now. Everything is pretty much a blur, so he finishes the shower in a hurry; not wanting to linger in that room for longer than necessary. A couple of minutes later, he's dressed, found his car keys and is in the process of pulling on his jacket when he hears the door open and close silently behind him. He freezes."Stevie."Steven's shoulders visibly relax as he recognises Xabi's voice. Before he can say anything, he feels a hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face his Spanish friend. He manages a low 'Hi' before looking down and Xabi can barely catch the next two words, "I'm sorry." Xabi sighs and reaches to lift his chin up, their eyes locking. "I don't want to hear any of that. Ever. No one can do this better than you and every one of us support you as our captain, because you're good at what you do. So don't even try making it sound like today was all your fault, okay?"Steven just nods, not taking his eyes from Xabi's. He notices the specks of green amidst the brown and it occurs to him how dangerous it is to stare into those eyes for too long a time. At least for him. And especially now that he's so out of it and could so easily do things he'll regret later on.Xabi looks as if he's trying to read his mind, but after a few moments of silence, he pats Steven's shoulder."Come on, let's go to my place." He reaches down and pulls up the zipper on Steven's jacket. Xabi looks up at him, fixing him with an intense gaze. "Unless you'd rather be alone of course, although I'm not sure that's wise. I don't want you to go and do things you'll regret." He grins and Steven's mouth pulls up into a smile too, despite himself. How can he ever feel out of it around this man?He picks up his bag and follows Xabi out. There are no other cars in the parking lot, save for his own and Xabi's. "Yours can stay here until tomorrow, no?" Xabi asks as he unlocks his own. Steven merely nods. He'll apparently stay on the couch tonight.They don't say much during the drive from Anfield to Xabi's place. Just a few swear words from Xabi as he has to pull the breaks rather hard to avoid crashing into the car that just pulled out in front of him. Steven usually finds it a bit amusing when Xabi curses in Spanish like that, but tonight he merely shrugs. Twenty minutes later, Steven has made himself comfortable on one end of the couch as Xabi hands him a beer, before taking place in the opposite end. They take a few sips in silence, both lost in thought. Steven is starting to get annoyed with himself. Why can't he just let the thoughts of the bloody match go? It's not like he can change it by thinking more about it.He shakes his head and looks up at the sound of Xabi chuckling slightly. "What?" he asks, a bit harsher than intended. Xabi pulls himself together a bit. "You're easy to read, that's all."Steven ponders this for a second before raising his eyebrows and taking another sip of beer. He desperately hopes that he isn't that easy to see through as Xabi claims."Stop worrying, Stevie. It's not like it'll change anything anyway. We can only learn from this if we look at it from an analytic point. And you know as well as I do that we'll do plenty of that with Rafa tomorrow, so there's no need starting now." He leans back on the armrest, his hair falling into his eyes and he blows it away, just to make it fall even more messily across his forehead. Steven nods. Xabi's right. He always is; which makes him wonder out loud."I must admit, I thought I had you figured, but there's still one thing that I don't understand.""Just one?" Xabi winks at him, but Steven forces himself to ignore it."How do you remain so composed in situations like this? Look at me, I'm up in arms because of the match, and you simply ask me to accompany you to your place and have a beer. What am I doing wrong here?" Xabi straightens slightly, his eyes never leaving Steven's."That's the problem, Stevie. You're not doing anything." Steven looks at him in mock wonder. What the hell?"I mean, you do a lot. You work really hard with the training and the team, always trying to do your best. What I mean is that whenever things like today happens, you get angry with yourself because you feel like you haven't met the demands set, mostly, by yourself. You get angry because you believe you can't allow yourself to take a wrong turn once in a while." He pauses, takes another sip; thinks for a moment before continuing. "Just because you're captain doesn't mean that you can't make mistakes, Stevie. It just means that you have to pay more attention to what mistakes the rest of us make, and have us learn from them. By all means, set high standards for yourself, but don't let them pull you down for so long every time you don't meet them. You have to pay more attention to the positive things, and since that isn't always easy in situations like this, you have to make an effort to find those things." Steven hates how Xabi's descriptions of him and his thoughts are always, always, so damn accurate. Perhaps he is a bloody mind reader."Do you remember Istanbul?"Stevie smiles. "How can I ever forget?" Xabi sits up. "Exactly. We were good then, we were the best. What I'm saying is that just because we loose a game now and then doesn't mean we'll never be the best again."He puts his beer on the table and motions for Steven to do the same, then scoots closer, putting a hand on Steven’s shoulder. "Try picturing that evening every time you're feeling down. Tell yourself that the downfalls only make the victories sweeter. Believe me, it works." Steven ponders this for a second and figures out that it’s not too farfetched an idea. After all, Istanbul is the best memory he's got stored.He's pulled quickly out of his thoughts at the feeling of Xabi leaning against him, his breath hot on his neck and a whisper in his ear."Come to think of it, I believe there are things from that night you remember more vividly than others." The atmosphere changes instantly and Steven swears he just turned at least three shades redder at those words. Like he could ever forget. He had thought he had himself figured out before that night. It had been a not-to-be-mentioned-again kind of happening. But it had definitely made him think things over. He questioned himself, wondering what the feelings were all about, and when he realized, he concluded that he couldn't act on them. Not then. Never.Apparently Xabi didn't think of it the same way he did. His train of thoughts are cut off by the feeling of soft lips on his neck, slowly kissing their way along his jaw line, up and down his neck, everywhere they can reach and finally, they stop on the corner of his mouth, the hot breath driving him fucking insane."You know what you want, Stevie. Take it." Steven swallows, the whispered words on his lips making him shiver. He tries to hold onto his final restraints, because this is not smart. Not at all. But God, it feels good.A hand is in his hair, moving down slightly, circling, comforting, pulling him closer. A kiss on his neck, lingering, a sharp breath escaping him as teeth scrape lightly across his skin. A hand circling his waist. Spanish words flowing ever so lightly. Not that they make much sense to him. They efficintly breaks down his self-control like hot water on ice. Not that he cares anymore. "How the hell do you always know what to say?" he asks in a strained whisper, trying hard not to get distracted by the hand tracing the waistline of his jeans.Xabi merely smiles mischievously, a longing flash in his eyes."I told you, you are easy to read," he whispers back. The next thing Steven knows, lips are upon his, stealing his breath with their intensity. He can do nothing else than recieve what he is given, being slowly backed up against the back of the couch. At the first given opurtunity however, he pulls away slightly. He's about to talk, but Xabi places a finger on his lips, silencing him."Just go with it. Do what you want for once."Steven nods slightly, a hand moving up around Xabi's neck. Steven looks at him for a moment before he throws caution to the wind and brushes his lips tentativly across Xabi's. The reaction from the Spaniard is instant as he relaxes into Steven's embrace, exhaling slowly. The scent of something that is just so Stevie is making him lightheaded and out of breath. Christ, he has missed the feel of those lips so, so badly. “What is it about you, Stevie?”The heavy breaths on Steven's face is making his thoughts colide. Making it impossible to form coherent sentences. Lips close to his ear again, Xabi's whispered words is sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.“How is it that only you can make me lose my mind like this?”Those words spark a fire in him. A fire that's been looming beneath the surface for the past days, weeks, months. He kisses the soft spot beneath Xabi's ear. At his sharp intake of breath, he sucks gently, burrying a hand in Xabi's hair, holding him in place.Two strong hands presses against his chest, making him shudder, but Xabi merely chuckles softly as he pushes him down on the couch. The feeling of Xabi's body fitting so perfectly against his is driving him absolutely crazy with suppressed want as he runs his hands up under Xabi's black shirt, feeling rather than hearing the muffled sigh he gets in response. Xabi was right again. It's best to just go with it.

Memememe....

Because I'm a freak when it comes to memes (and because I'm seriously bored at 4am)! Stole this from c0v89..1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.2. Possibly shag after a little persuasion, put in italics.3. Leave the ones you don't know of or wouldn't want to shag alone.4. Strike the ones you wouldn't touch with a tenfoot pole.5. Add one of your own at the end. edit: Thank you, yanks02 for pointing out the obvious tag error!1. David Odonkor2. Phillip Lahm3. Michael Ballack4. Christoph Metzelder5. Sebastian Kehl6. Lukas Podolski7. Jens Lehmann8. Bastian Schweinsteiger9. Miroslav Klose10. Per Mertesacker11. Torsten Frings12. Arne Friedrich13. Oliver Kahn14. Gerald Asamoah15. Tim Borowski16. Oliver Neuville17. Bernd Schneider18. Thomas Hitzlsperger19. Marcell Jansen20. Robert Huth21. Jens Nowotny22. Mike Hanke23. Timo Hildebrand24. David Beckham25. Michael Owen26. Owen Hargreaves27. Milan Barros28. Cristiano Ronaldo29. Luis Figo30. Pauletta31. Ricardo32. Nuno Gomes33. Simão Sabrosa34. Luca Toni35. Andrea Barzagli36. Phillip Degen37. Alexander Frei38. Zinedine Zidane39. Thierry Henry40. Lukas Neill41. Tim Cahill42. Fredrik Ljungberg43. Henrik Larsson44. Andreas Isaksson45. Robin van Persie46. Fernando Torres47. Iker Casillas48. Ronaldinho49. Ronaldo50. Kaká51. Andriy Shevchenko52. Gianluca Zambrotta53. Fabio Cannavaro54. Steven Gerrard55. Frank Lampard56. Xabi Alonso57. Mark Gonzalez58. Eidur Gudjonsen59. Deco60. Lionel Messi61. John Terry62. Ole Gunnar Solskjaer63. John Arne Riise64. Morten Gamst Pedersen65. Per Ciljan Skjelbred

Okay, I just h...

Okay, I just had to update with this video from YouTube. It's one of the best card-tricks I've ever seen.

Brasil - Norway 1 :: 1

WTF???Norway played as well as could be expected. After all, Hareide can't choose to leave out the good players like Dunga obviously can. So it ended with a draw, again, against Brasil's B-team (neither Kaká, Ronaldhino, Ronaldo or Dida played :( ). I've got to say though, that Norway is the only team in the world that Brasil have yet to beat. They've either won or played like today (1-1). For some insanely weird reason :-PNorway wasn't bad today though, but against that team, they should've won. Gamst Pedersen's goal was superb and Riise had a rather good opportunity near the end. But alas. Hæstad was also rather agressive and good, didn't come near the goalposts though.And Ferguson didn't want Solskjær to get overworked, so he was only allowed to play the first half, in which he almost scored, but was cut off by the Brasilian keeper. Of the Brasilians, Cicinho reminded me of Rooney (a bit too agressive). He had a few chances, but he didn't seem to grab them. Lúis was quite good, but the whole team in general lacked in team-spirit, eagerness and playfullness, the treats they're known for. Plus, they were a bit too afraid to move over to the other half of the field. Not close to how they played in the WC. Not that that was anything spectacular either, but..Anyway, creds to Norway for not loosing.

Rec List

This is more for myself to make it a bit more easy to find them when I'm looking for them, but of course, feel free to check some of them out.I'm wondering if I'll go to Hell for any of these ;-)Anti-slashers might want to stick to the three first chatergories on the list ::snort::Remus/LilyTitle: Out Of Time (Selfpimpage)Author: indecenciaSummary: Remus is looking forward to his last year at Hogwarts, and even though he knows it'll be no easier than the previous years, some facts are going to make this the toughest..Rating: TChapters: 3 (WIP)Title: Learn To Sing EuphoricallyAuthor: Lioness BlackSummary: Before there was James, and long before she had the child who would forever change the wizarding world, Lily Evans had a love greater than them all: Remus Lupin. Rating: TChapters: 5Harry/GinnyTitle: AftermathAuthor: ShezzlySummary: Voldemort is dead, but Harry is still haunted by their final battle. In the end, he finds it's Ginny who he can really turn to - and things progress from there. Also R&HG. Expect fluff, twins and trips to London...Rating: RChapters: 29Title: No Turning BackAuthor: JustRaeIncSummary: Ginny is in love. Harry is in denial. When Harry and Ginny share their first kiss, there's no turning back.Rating: RChapters: 9Title: Hogwarts PieAuthor: LavenderBrownSummary: Harry needs help...with women. Guess who comes along to help him out? American Pie II -parodyRating: RChapters: 19Hermione/DracoTitle: CatalystAuthor: lilycat81Summary: A wild evening throws Hermione and Draco into an extreme situation and initiates developments that neither could have foreseen. *Winner at Dangerous Liaisons!*Rating: NC-17Chapters: 16Title: Secret SantaAuthor: SlytherinlinziSummary: Draco's Secret Santa turns out to be the girl of his dreams. Can he handle it?Rating: KChapters: One ShotTitle: The Politician's WifeAuthor: Pir8fancierSummary: Hermione hates Draco in the springtime, Hermione hates Draco in the fall, Hermione hates Draco pretty much 24/7.Rating: RChapters: 3 (WIP)Title: Pansy's VolcanoAuthor: BluemidgetSummary: 7th yr story, AU from OtP, in which Pansy is a bitch, Hermione and Draco are confused, and Ron is mature. Smut is not immediate.Rating: NC-17Chapters: 51 (WIP)Title: Bookworm And The BeastAuthor: JustRaeIncSummary: It's the typical Head Boy and Head Girl setup.Rating: RChapters: 16Title: No Strings AttachedAuthor: JJLove28Summary: Pressure. Alcohol. Loss. Betrayal. Sex. Murder. Escape. Fugitives. How much more can they take before love cannot save them anymore?Rating: RChapters: 40Title: Once Upon A ThymeAuthor: ZenshoSummary: Draco and Hermione travel back in time and switch stations in life. Both learn tough lessons about family, honour and love.Rating: TChapters: 32Title: You Gotta BreatheAuthor: Kyra4Summary: 6th year. Hermione is brutally attacked by Voldemort and left barely alive, leading to a mission of revenge by Harry, Ron....and Malfoy!? Rating: RChapters: 18Title: Sometimes When We TouchAuthor: Kyra4Summary: 7th year, sequel to You Gotta Breathe. Rating: RChapters: 31 Title: The GameAuthor: ColdenSummary: What happens when a simple game of Truth or Dare during detention between then Slytherins and Gryffindors reveals hidden secrets and feelings that will turn their lives upside down.Rating: RChapters: 20Title: The ReasonAuthor: Kyra4Summary: 7th year DM & HG must work together on a Halloween fundraiser in the name of interHouse unity.Rating: MChapters: 6Title: The Slow HealAuthor: DarkVeritySummary: During a stolen midnight stroll the summer after HPB, Harry stumbles upon a critically injured Draco Malfoy. When Draco finds himself stuck in Grimmauld Place and Hermione finds herself playing nurse, the claws will come out—along with…feelings?Rating: MChapters: 15 (WIP)Title: Their RoomAuthor: AleximoonSummary: Forced together for a class project and things take off from there.Rating: MChapters: 31Title: Valentine EncounterAuthor: Kyra4Summary: Draco and Hermione are Head Boy & Girl, but do NOT share a common room and see as little of each other as possible til a fateful encounter on Valentine's night leads to a gradual, reluctant romance. Starts 7th year goes postHogwarts.Rating: MChapters: 24Harry/DracoTitle: Starts With A SpinAuthor: maxine_chanSummary: It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.Rating: NC-17Chapters: 17Title: A Priceless GiftAuthor: lanisfanfictionSummary: Hermione offers Harry and Draco the ultimate gift. What happens when the tables are turned and Draco gets more than he bargained for?Rating: NC-17Chapters: 28Title: The Difference Between Girls And BoysAuthor: maxine_chanSummary: New Years is a time for reflection, though that's kind of difficult when suddenly the most shocking thing you've seen all year is Draco Malfoy snogging another boy and you can't seem to get it off your mind.Rating: NC-17Chapters: One ShotTitle: Careful Who You're Caught WithAuthor: maxine_chanSummary: A Christmas present from the Weasley twins, two D.A. parties, several fights, and of course, mistletoe! This holiday season is shaping up to be slightly better than 5th year's, even if the person Harry'll be kissing isn't who he expected.Rating: TChapters: One ShotTitle: All The AnswersAuthor: maxine_chanSummary: Since when has conquering evil ever been easy? Post HBP, seventh year fic.Rating: RChapters: 11Title: Love's Other NameAuthor: ZenshoSummary: Harry finds Draco who has been in hiding since the end of sixth year. Draco has a secret, and Harry learns what it means to fall in love.Rating: RChapters: 18 (WIP)Sirius/RemusTitle: ChangesAuthor: Autumn ThursdaySummary: The Marauders go through many changes as they enter sixth year-changes including pasts, presents, and futures, love, friendship and sexuality. Rating: TChapters: 22Title: Accidentally In LoveAuthor: LupinsLittleSisterSummary: Sirius and Remus both had their own reasons for never falling in love. But since when does love listen to reason?Rating: PG-13Chapters: 9 (WIP)Title: Christmas, 1977Author: ThistleroseSummary: On the eves of two wars, Remus and Sirius look for a separate peace.Rating: RChapters: One ShotHarry/CedricTitle: Like Riding A BroomAuthor: physixxxRating: TChapters: 3Title: UntitledAuthor: smut_polar_bearRating: NC-17Chapters: 4 (WIP)Chapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourOther PairingsTitle: The JohnsonWeasley StoryAuthor: LavenderBrownPairing: Fred/AngelinaSummary: From the day they meet in their first year at Hogwarts through Year Seven.Rating: RChapters: 24Title: The Woe Of AftermathAuthor: A Darker Shade Of BrightPairing: Remus/TonksSummary: Remus and Tonks are more alike than they know, and when Sirius dies they begin to find healing in one another's arms.Rating: RChapters: 6Title: Werewolf and MetamorphAuthor: LavenderBrownPairing: Remus/TonksSummary: Lupin's life changes irrevocably when he meets a young, clumsy witch named Tonks. Rating: RChapters: 17Title: The DollAuthor: LaekinPairing: Muraki/WatariSummary: To protect Tatsumi's soul in an impossible situation, Watari pits the devil they know against the devil they must destroy but places his own body, mind and soul on the line. Rating: NC-17Title: FlickerAuthor: Evil Asian GeniusPairing: Muraki/OriyaSummary: A moth can only go toward the flame, because that is its nature…Rating: RTitle: Cutting Through Glass TearsAuthor: HighSorceressDelialPairing: Muraki/TsuzukiSummary: Human? Demon? Plagued by the unknown, Tsuzuki is determined to find out what he truly is, but it won't be easy. Muraki wants revenge for what happened in Kyoto, and he obtains his greatest desire . . . but does he know what that really is?Rating: RChapters: 5