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..."