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.