La Seleccion Strip Poker Nights - ROUND FOUR - A
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: NC-17 overall; this part is PG-13
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10 chaps [intro and epilogue included]
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: round four is under way, and expect its aftermath to be posted soonish too, as it's written :-))
ALSO: let me know, PLEASE, if you spot any poker mistakes, i edited this on the rush at HT of Barca-Sociedad, ty!
Previously
“Iker, you don't have to do this.” Xabi trailed after the goalie on the corridor towards Gerard's room.
“Oh but I do. Of course I do.” Iker swatted off Xabi's hand keeping trying to grab his arm.
“You're just trying to prove a point. You're not going because you like poker!”
“But that's where you're wrong, Xabs. I am proving a point, if you say I am, but if I am, then it's proving I do like poker.”
“Jesus. I never met anyone that forces himself to do something just to prove he likes it. You're so stubborn.”
“I'm a Taurus. And we're here, so quit bitching, I don't want Pique getting ideas we're on bad terms again.”
Xabi sighed and knocked.
Gerard opened with his usual face, greeting them in with a grin Xabi found sweet, Iker obnoxious and patronizing.
At the table, munching on the snacks so carefully prepared by Cesc, sat Raul Albiol, Alvaro Arbeloa, the two cackling already over Juan Mata's head who was looking slightly mortified.
“Hey guys. Stop talking about Juanin in third person like he's not here.” Xabi scolded.
The two smirked and patting Juan's shoulders diverted their attention elsewhere.
“I thought that was hilarious.” Gerard commented, sitting next to Raul and dunking his hand in the bowl of cheerios.
“Of course you would.” Iker hissed.
Xabi pulled Iker's hand to sit him down, shaking his head.
“It's OK guys, sometimes they really are amusing.” Juan chipped in, smelling the possible conflict.
He had no beef with any of his Roja teammates, be them Barca players or Madrid ones, and he found Gerard to be cool and funny.
The conversation was resumed shortly, Cesc prompting everyone to express their thoughts on the next day's final against The Netherlands. They were all caught in debating whether Cesc should start or not, making the Gunner feeling completely embarrassed when there was a knock at the door.
Gerard opened for Joan Capdevila to enter nonchalantly. He saluted and took his seat and as soon as he was informed on the topic, he joined in without hesitation.
“That's easy for you to say, you're a starter!” Cesc complained.
“Cesc, we're only discussing this because you're not supposed to be here.” Alvaro patted him on the back.
Cesc pouted and then proceeded to make his presence known by taking the bowl of Nesquick chocolate cereals that Alvaro was trying to dip his hand in.
“Hey, the snacks are for the players!” Gerard quickly tried to grab the bowl from Cesc, his movement causing half of the crunchy chocolate balls to spill on the table and the floor.
“Damn it, you're acting like children!” Iker yelled.
“No big deal. We can always get a broom from the janitor's room.” Xabi reasoned.
Alvaro, Cesc, Raul, Gerard and Juan were laughing hard and Joan was chuckling as he collected the cereal fallen on the green cloth covered table and putting it in his mouth when the door crashed open and David Villa made his way inside.
“Whoa, you have the nerve!” Gerard spat at him, half getting up.
“Tone it down, Ger, you knew very well I was coming.” David muttered between his teeth, taking the spare seat.
“Yeah, I knew you wanted to come, but I imagined you'd have developed some common sense since the morning.” Gerard continued his attack.
“Looks like I didn't. Had I not showed up, there would've been no poker night.”
“Which was your intention all along, wasn't it!”
“Wait, guys...what's all this about?” Juanin innocently wondered.
“David told Del Bosque about the poker nights.”
David pursed his lips at Gerard and shook his head, but didn't say anything.
“It's just a rumour, Gerard. Let's not get into this now. Seeing we're in full formation, let's start the game, shall we?” Xabi intervened.
“Yeah, it's what we're here for. Last game too.” Joan agreed.
So Gerard had to deal the cards, keeping his eyes on David, the Asturian glaring at him the entire time.
***
The first two games were lost by Iker to Xabi. Also dropping clothes were Juanin and Alvaro for the first one and Raul and Joan for the second. Gerard was almost thinking that it had all gone back to the old days, and that the game would end with Iker and Xabi losing and winning respectively.
Dealing a new hand, he couldn't help but think it was probably for the best, that the new version had caused enough havoc and that maybe they needed some peace and quiet before the final and not more nerve wrecking drama.
Heck, he would sacrifice good hands, great hands, if that's what it took to get the team in a good, winning mood. But then he checked his cards. Aces and kings full house. He looked around, and he simply couldn't help himself.
“I'm in. Who else?”
Xabi had been so pleased with the previous games, that he went in despite his measly pair of kings. Losing could be fun too, he thought.
“I'm in as well.” David announced.
Seeing that Gerard was in, it was time for him to start playing as well. Besides, he had queen high straight and he felt pretty confident. While he had come to the game just to ruin it, the accusation spewed out loud by the tall Catalan had infuriated him beyond belief and now he only wanted revenge. It was all because of Pique's new rules that his Silva had been fed to the lion and so Pique had to pay, somehow.
“In as well.” Raul announced, despite having just three nines.
He enjoyed the banter the most, as he was not a true poker fan, but he considered it to be a good team building exercise, and the unfolding dramas provided much laughter.
“Folding.” Joan shook his his head as his mismatched cards, the highest the red queen.
“Folding.” Juan Mata muttered, slapping his cards back on the canvas.
He had a pair of threes and he felt insulted as it was the exact pair of threes he had had the first round, when he had lost. He could now understand why people were saying Pique being the gamemaster was not the best, the guy didn't even know how to shuffle the cards.
Alvaro inspected his cards again, counting something. He had a seven of clubs high straight and he wasn't sure if it was strong enough. He wasn't that keen to take off his shirt that fast, especially with how Raul always loved to pinch his nipples playfully whenever he was shirtless.
“Ah, fuck it. I'm in too.”
It was Iker's turn and he went in carelessly, checking out Xabi more than his cards.
“All right, show them cards, boys!” Gerard called.
Iker was not surprised he had lost, seeing that he had only a pair of tens, but as he was taking off his trousers, he noticed it was Gerard looking intensely at him. He was flushed in a a second.
“What!” he commented, trying hard to look comfortable.
“Oh, nothing. Just making sure you know who you lost to.” Gerard smacked his lips.
Iker faked his best disinterested shrug possible and began inspecting his nails. He was well aware that it could end badly. But he was determined to play properly and prove to Xabi that he could enjoy himself this way, take risks too.
“Don't worry Gerard.” he finally said, as fresh cards were dealt. “Let's play blind.”
“Excuse me?” Xabi grabbed his arm.
“I think it's a great idea.” David commented.
He was pissed he had lost and he had taken one step back from his target, so Iker's idea appealed to him, as it would ensure pure luck gambles.
“I don't think it is.” Joan commented.
“It's because you keep getting crap cards. Blind is a man's game, bet in or not, based on instinct. Dare.” Alvaro commented.
He then had to swing his body round, to avoid Raul pinching his nipple.
“Will you fucking stop that!” he swatted him away.
“Alvie you know you get me all hot and bothered when you talk like that!”
“GUYS! I'm RIGHT HERE!” Juan interjected, hitting Raul in the shoulder.
“Kindergarten. Are you sure you want to play blind with these little boys?” Xabi asked Iker.
He then leaned over and began whispering to him.
“Don't do this, this is so not you, Iker, so not you.”
“It'd make the game more interesting. David looks like he's about to bite Pique's head off, wouldn't you like it if I made sure your favourite Catalan stays unharmed?”
“First off, my favourite Catalan is Xavi....seco-”
“Really? Xavi?”
“This is not the time, but yes. Second of all, you're setting yourself on a crash course, Iker, and I’m not sure you'll end up crashing in my arms.”
“I can deal with it.” Iker shrugged.
Part B continued
Rating: NC-17 overall; this part is PG-13
Category: rom-com with a dash of drama
Characters: La Seleccion - more or less all of them, i'll try to get everyone involved.
Length: short story - 10 chaps [intro and epilogue included]
Summary: in order to beat boredom during the nights, the guys engage in games of strip poker. unlike any other times, when nothing outrageous happened, this time some will go overboard.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: round four is under way, and expect its aftermath to be posted soonish too, as it's written :-))
ALSO: let me know, PLEASE, if you spot any poker mistakes, i edited this on the rush at HT of Barca-Sociedad, ty!
Previously
“Iker, you don't have to do this.” Xabi trailed after the goalie on the corridor towards Gerard's room.
“Oh but I do. Of course I do.” Iker swatted off Xabi's hand keeping trying to grab his arm.
“You're just trying to prove a point. You're not going because you like poker!”
“But that's where you're wrong, Xabs. I am proving a point, if you say I am, but if I am, then it's proving I do like poker.”
“Jesus. I never met anyone that forces himself to do something just to prove he likes it. You're so stubborn.”
“I'm a Taurus. And we're here, so quit bitching, I don't want Pique getting ideas we're on bad terms again.”
Xabi sighed and knocked.
Gerard opened with his usual face, greeting them in with a grin Xabi found sweet, Iker obnoxious and patronizing.
At the table, munching on the snacks so carefully prepared by Cesc, sat Raul Albiol, Alvaro Arbeloa, the two cackling already over Juan Mata's head who was looking slightly mortified.
“Hey guys. Stop talking about Juanin in third person like he's not here.” Xabi scolded.
The two smirked and patting Juan's shoulders diverted their attention elsewhere.
“I thought that was hilarious.” Gerard commented, sitting next to Raul and dunking his hand in the bowl of cheerios.
“Of course you would.” Iker hissed.
Xabi pulled Iker's hand to sit him down, shaking his head.
“It's OK guys, sometimes they really are amusing.” Juan chipped in, smelling the possible conflict.
He had no beef with any of his Roja teammates, be them Barca players or Madrid ones, and he found Gerard to be cool and funny.
The conversation was resumed shortly, Cesc prompting everyone to express their thoughts on the next day's final against The Netherlands. They were all caught in debating whether Cesc should start or not, making the Gunner feeling completely embarrassed when there was a knock at the door.
Gerard opened for Joan Capdevila to enter nonchalantly. He saluted and took his seat and as soon as he was informed on the topic, he joined in without hesitation.
“That's easy for you to say, you're a starter!” Cesc complained.
“Cesc, we're only discussing this because you're not supposed to be here.” Alvaro patted him on the back.
Cesc pouted and then proceeded to make his presence known by taking the bowl of Nesquick chocolate cereals that Alvaro was trying to dip his hand in.
“Hey, the snacks are for the players!” Gerard quickly tried to grab the bowl from Cesc, his movement causing half of the crunchy chocolate balls to spill on the table and the floor.
“Damn it, you're acting like children!” Iker yelled.
“No big deal. We can always get a broom from the janitor's room.” Xabi reasoned.
Alvaro, Cesc, Raul, Gerard and Juan were laughing hard and Joan was chuckling as he collected the cereal fallen on the green cloth covered table and putting it in his mouth when the door crashed open and David Villa made his way inside.
“Whoa, you have the nerve!” Gerard spat at him, half getting up.
“Tone it down, Ger, you knew very well I was coming.” David muttered between his teeth, taking the spare seat.
“Yeah, I knew you wanted to come, but I imagined you'd have developed some common sense since the morning.” Gerard continued his attack.
“Looks like I didn't. Had I not showed up, there would've been no poker night.”
“Which was your intention all along, wasn't it!”
“Wait, guys...what's all this about?” Juanin innocently wondered.
“David told Del Bosque about the poker nights.”
David pursed his lips at Gerard and shook his head, but didn't say anything.
“It's just a rumour, Gerard. Let's not get into this now. Seeing we're in full formation, let's start the game, shall we?” Xabi intervened.
“Yeah, it's what we're here for. Last game too.” Joan agreed.
So Gerard had to deal the cards, keeping his eyes on David, the Asturian glaring at him the entire time.
***
The first two games were lost by Iker to Xabi. Also dropping clothes were Juanin and Alvaro for the first one and Raul and Joan for the second. Gerard was almost thinking that it had all gone back to the old days, and that the game would end with Iker and Xabi losing and winning respectively.
Dealing a new hand, he couldn't help but think it was probably for the best, that the new version had caused enough havoc and that maybe they needed some peace and quiet before the final and not more nerve wrecking drama.
Heck, he would sacrifice good hands, great hands, if that's what it took to get the team in a good, winning mood. But then he checked his cards. Aces and kings full house. He looked around, and he simply couldn't help himself.
“I'm in. Who else?”
Xabi had been so pleased with the previous games, that he went in despite his measly pair of kings. Losing could be fun too, he thought.
“I'm in as well.” David announced.
Seeing that Gerard was in, it was time for him to start playing as well. Besides, he had queen high straight and he felt pretty confident. While he had come to the game just to ruin it, the accusation spewed out loud by the tall Catalan had infuriated him beyond belief and now he only wanted revenge. It was all because of Pique's new rules that his Silva had been fed to the lion and so Pique had to pay, somehow.
“In as well.” Raul announced, despite having just three nines.
He enjoyed the banter the most, as he was not a true poker fan, but he considered it to be a good team building exercise, and the unfolding dramas provided much laughter.
“Folding.” Joan shook his his head as his mismatched cards, the highest the red queen.
“Folding.” Juan Mata muttered, slapping his cards back on the canvas.
He had a pair of threes and he felt insulted as it was the exact pair of threes he had had the first round, when he had lost. He could now understand why people were saying Pique being the gamemaster was not the best, the guy didn't even know how to shuffle the cards.
Alvaro inspected his cards again, counting something. He had a seven of clubs high straight and he wasn't sure if it was strong enough. He wasn't that keen to take off his shirt that fast, especially with how Raul always loved to pinch his nipples playfully whenever he was shirtless.
“Ah, fuck it. I'm in too.”
It was Iker's turn and he went in carelessly, checking out Xabi more than his cards.
“All right, show them cards, boys!” Gerard called.
Iker was not surprised he had lost, seeing that he had only a pair of tens, but as he was taking off his trousers, he noticed it was Gerard looking intensely at him. He was flushed in a a second.
“What!” he commented, trying hard to look comfortable.
“Oh, nothing. Just making sure you know who you lost to.” Gerard smacked his lips.
Iker faked his best disinterested shrug possible and began inspecting his nails. He was well aware that it could end badly. But he was determined to play properly and prove to Xabi that he could enjoy himself this way, take risks too.
“Don't worry Gerard.” he finally said, as fresh cards were dealt. “Let's play blind.”
“Excuse me?” Xabi grabbed his arm.
“I think it's a great idea.” David commented.
He was pissed he had lost and he had taken one step back from his target, so Iker's idea appealed to him, as it would ensure pure luck gambles.
“I don't think it is.” Joan commented.
“It's because you keep getting crap cards. Blind is a man's game, bet in or not, based on instinct. Dare.” Alvaro commented.
He then had to swing his body round, to avoid Raul pinching his nipple.
“Will you fucking stop that!” he swatted him away.
“Alvie you know you get me all hot and bothered when you talk like that!”
“GUYS! I'm RIGHT HERE!” Juan interjected, hitting Raul in the shoulder.
“Kindergarten. Are you sure you want to play blind with these little boys?” Xabi asked Iker.
He then leaned over and began whispering to him.
“Don't do this, this is so not you, Iker, so not you.”
“It'd make the game more interesting. David looks like he's about to bite Pique's head off, wouldn't you like it if I made sure your favourite Catalan stays unharmed?”
“First off, my favourite Catalan is Xavi....seco-”
“Really? Xavi?”
“This is not the time, but yes. Second of all, you're setting yourself on a crash course, Iker, and I’m not sure you'll end up crashing in my arms.”
“I can deal with it.” Iker shrugged.
Part B continued