The Big Barcelona Swinging Party - PART 3 / ??
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: inspired by my own Hitter of the same name that can be found here which acts as a summary to the longer story, this work of fiction aims to present the Swinging Barcelona couples in their most intimate action. i.e. fucking! ahaha. styled as a series of conceptually linked hitters [so they can be read individually, skip the pairings you don't fancy], every 'part' will contain smut, but other elements that together make up the big picture.
Category: i have no idea, some will be dramatic, some funny, most will have romance.
Characters: presented only for the part posted; Part 3 - Xavi Hernandez & Andres Iniesta
Length: long story composed of a series of 'hitters'
Summary: we have a football squad. we have hot men. we have romance blooming and withering. we have DRAMA. we have comedy. we have betrayal and loyalty. and in the end, we have lots of slash smut!
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
A /N for this chapter: takes place about after the Clasico on Bernabeu in 2008, when Barca had to do the pasillo for the league winners...and subsequently lost 4-1 grrrr.
When the Music’s Over
Andres has always known that Xavi would always be there for him. He knew it deeper than deep that they were made for each other, that they were tied by a bind stronger than any ‘better or worse’ vow.
Andres looked at Xavi, he looked defeated and small, he was sad and remorseful. Andres knew that those were the moments when Xavi preferred to sit in his bubble and that disturbing him would not be wise.
But he also knew that once Xavi needed it, he would come looking and he would be there, always waiting, always patient, for the other man to understand that it was not the end of the world. The last two years, years of professional hell and hail, had cemented their relationship and Andres simply knew that he would take Xavi home that night, like most nights and that they would make love, somehow sorrowful and yet more meaningful.
Andres knew very well, that when the music’s over, be it happy or sad, Xavi would always be his, always returning from his solo adventures to him. He knew he could let him go, because he would always come back.
Xavi stood apart and yet, his mind was completely wrapped around the shy boy that was trying his best to not look at him. He knew how badly Andres would love to come round and hug him, tell him how much he loves him and that how together they’re invincible, and how he struggled to keep his distance because he - Xavi - demanded his privacy. His moment of solitude and despair.
He loved Andres for respecting this agreement, and he loved Andres even more for being yet so caring, so undoubtedly reaching out. He could never live without Andres. The kind of love they shared was gigantic, and could never be broken.
He didn’t want to prolong his moment for too long, because there was no solace in lambasting himself, not like he’d get in his lover’s arms. Because Xavi knew that when the music’s over and it‘d be just them together, and the silence between them, the truth of their love would resound almighty.
He walked towards the corner where Andres stood and grabbing him by the hand, he towed him outside, in the warm silence of the early summer.
“Let’s go home, there’s nothing to stay here for.”
Andres nodded and then leaned in for a kiss, a kiss Xavi placed on his lips ever so tenderly.
***
He lied on his back and awaited, the moment he had been thrilled about the whole night, the moment when Xavi would be inside him, moving in him, the moment when his lover would vent all of his frustrations, all of their frustrations by fucking him hard.
But Xavi’s hands on him were gentle and his fingers stretched him slowly, with no rush, languidly even. The frantic sex that usually followed lost games, that Andres had learned to expect, was not happening, as Xavi was taking his time and getting his lover to aroused, he was on the verge of begging for it.
Xavi kissed Andres’ shoulder and his hand reached down his torso, grabbing his dick and stroking it, while slowly entering him. He put his leg across Andres thighs, for leverage and pushed inside, holding his lover close, keeping nuzzling the back of his neck, while his hand, now joined by Andres’ hand kept stroking his dick.
Andres decided to let go of all his queries regarding this novel way of lovemaking, because why should he even wonder of the change in the first place, if it felt so good? He felt cradled in Xavi's arms, protected, as his hips moved to meet Xavi's thrusts. He welcomed the slow pace, as it offered him the possibility to have Xavi for longer.
Xavi knew what Andres was thinking, it was like he was connected to his lover's brain and emotions. He smirked and kissed his nape of the neck, pleased to offer him this surprise, this change.
He had always sort of taken Andres for granted, always sort of used him, even if tenderly and with care. As untrue as he very well knew it was, he believed this was the first time they were making love, as opposed to just doing it, just fucking.
Lovemaking had to be an unique and special experience. Xavi wanted to turn a new page, to let go of the past, to leave the sorrow of the pitch behind and start afresh. And this was exactly what he needed to do, to do things differently.
He thrust deeper, pacing himself with his hand's glides on Andres' dick, feeling him moan and shiver with the pleasure he was giving him. He pressed his lips to his shoulder in minimal kisses, increasing the pace, as he could feel the tremolo in Andres' body. He was close and he could feel Andres was too.
"I love you." he whispered in his ear, his tongue sliding slightly in, teasingly.
Andres' answer was more physical, as he came, no longer suppressing moans, but almost shouting, releasing the beast inside him. Xavi released himself as well and dragging his hand across Andres' torso, he pulled him even closer.
"I love you back." Andres finally replied after his breath returned to normal.
That very moment, as they spooned, legs intertwined, he understood that when they music's over, music from the outside, their very own was more powerful than anything else.
Xavi felt at peace, all his season's end frustrations withering as he felt his heart protected by Andres and their love. They didn't need anyone else's song, they could make their own.
Sleep overpowered them and both knew that come next season, things would be different, and little did they know how right they were.
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: inspired by my own Hitter of the same name that can be found here which acts as a summary to the longer story, this work of fiction aims to present the Swinging Barcelona couples in their most intimate action. i.e. fucking! ahaha. styled as a series of conceptually linked hitters [so they can be read individually, skip the pairings you don't fancy], every 'part' will contain smut, but other elements that together make up the big picture.
Category: i have no idea, some will be dramatic, some funny, most will have romance.
Characters: presented only for the part posted; Part 3 - Xavi Hernandez & Andres Iniesta
Length: long story composed of a series of 'hitters'
Summary: we have a football squad. we have hot men. we have romance blooming and withering. we have DRAMA. we have comedy. we have betrayal and loyalty. and in the end, we have lots of slash smut!
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
A /N for this chapter: takes place about after the Clasico on Bernabeu in 2008, when Barca had to do the pasillo for the league winners...and subsequently lost 4-1 grrrr.
When the Music’s Over
Andres has always known that Xavi would always be there for him. He knew it deeper than deep that they were made for each other, that they were tied by a bind stronger than any ‘better or worse’ vow.
Andres looked at Xavi, he looked defeated and small, he was sad and remorseful. Andres knew that those were the moments when Xavi preferred to sit in his bubble and that disturbing him would not be wise.
But he also knew that once Xavi needed it, he would come looking and he would be there, always waiting, always patient, for the other man to understand that it was not the end of the world. The last two years, years of professional hell and hail, had cemented their relationship and Andres simply knew that he would take Xavi home that night, like most nights and that they would make love, somehow sorrowful and yet more meaningful.
Andres knew very well, that when the music’s over, be it happy or sad, Xavi would always be his, always returning from his solo adventures to him. He knew he could let him go, because he would always come back.
Xavi stood apart and yet, his mind was completely wrapped around the shy boy that was trying his best to not look at him. He knew how badly Andres would love to come round and hug him, tell him how much he loves him and that how together they’re invincible, and how he struggled to keep his distance because he - Xavi - demanded his privacy. His moment of solitude and despair.
He loved Andres for respecting this agreement, and he loved Andres even more for being yet so caring, so undoubtedly reaching out. He could never live without Andres. The kind of love they shared was gigantic, and could never be broken.
He didn’t want to prolong his moment for too long, because there was no solace in lambasting himself, not like he’d get in his lover’s arms. Because Xavi knew that when the music’s over and it‘d be just them together, and the silence between them, the truth of their love would resound almighty.
He walked towards the corner where Andres stood and grabbing him by the hand, he towed him outside, in the warm silence of the early summer.
“Let’s go home, there’s nothing to stay here for.”
Andres nodded and then leaned in for a kiss, a kiss Xavi placed on his lips ever so tenderly.
***
He lied on his back and awaited, the moment he had been thrilled about the whole night, the moment when Xavi would be inside him, moving in him, the moment when his lover would vent all of his frustrations, all of their frustrations by fucking him hard.
But Xavi’s hands on him were gentle and his fingers stretched him slowly, with no rush, languidly even. The frantic sex that usually followed lost games, that Andres had learned to expect, was not happening, as Xavi was taking his time and getting his lover to aroused, he was on the verge of begging for it.
Xavi kissed Andres’ shoulder and his hand reached down his torso, grabbing his dick and stroking it, while slowly entering him. He put his leg across Andres thighs, for leverage and pushed inside, holding his lover close, keeping nuzzling the back of his neck, while his hand, now joined by Andres’ hand kept stroking his dick.
Andres decided to let go of all his queries regarding this novel way of lovemaking, because why should he even wonder of the change in the first place, if it felt so good? He felt cradled in Xavi's arms, protected, as his hips moved to meet Xavi's thrusts. He welcomed the slow pace, as it offered him the possibility to have Xavi for longer.
Xavi knew what Andres was thinking, it was like he was connected to his lover's brain and emotions. He smirked and kissed his nape of the neck, pleased to offer him this surprise, this change.
He had always sort of taken Andres for granted, always sort of used him, even if tenderly and with care. As untrue as he very well knew it was, he believed this was the first time they were making love, as opposed to just doing it, just fucking.
Lovemaking had to be an unique and special experience. Xavi wanted to turn a new page, to let go of the past, to leave the sorrow of the pitch behind and start afresh. And this was exactly what he needed to do, to do things differently.
He thrust deeper, pacing himself with his hand's glides on Andres' dick, feeling him moan and shiver with the pleasure he was giving him. He pressed his lips to his shoulder in minimal kisses, increasing the pace, as he could feel the tremolo in Andres' body. He was close and he could feel Andres was too.
"I love you." he whispered in his ear, his tongue sliding slightly in, teasingly.
Andres' answer was more physical, as he came, no longer suppressing moans, but almost shouting, releasing the beast inside him. Xavi released himself as well and dragging his hand across Andres' torso, he pulled him even closer.
"I love you back." Andres finally replied after his breath returned to normal.
That very moment, as they spooned, legs intertwined, he understood that when they music's over, music from the outside, their very own was more powerful than anything else.
Xavi felt at peace, all his season's end frustrations withering as he felt his heart protected by Andres and their love. They didn't need anyone else's song, they could make their own.
Sleep overpowered them and both knew that come next season, things would be different, and little did they know how right they were.