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.