Of Poses, Glory And iPhones and Not Yours To Love [3/3]
Title: Of Poses, Glory and iPhones
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: PG
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Genre: Öhm... Crack?
Summary: “Wow… Wouldn’t kick that out of my bed.”
Disclaimer: You think this is really happening? Me either.
Author’s Notes: The second one of fierylies ‘s request fics. Trying very hard to write something that doesn’t suck here… [And I’m extremely bad at coming up with good fic names, I know.]
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
“A bit to the right… Let’s try a different angle, shall we… Oh, yeah… Fuck, that’s it. So good…”
“Carra, give me back me fucking phone!” Steven tried to grab his brand new iPhone back from Jamie, who had fished it out from one of the pockets of his jacket.
“I’m just having a look, so get your hands off of me.” Jamie kept the phone away from his captain, who was still trying to reach for it.
“Couldn’t you find anything fancier, then? Shit, I can’t even figure how to use this… Wait - now I’ve got it… What the hell?! Steven George Gerrard, what the fuck is this supposed to be?” The defender’s roars turned everyone’s attention to the two Scousers. Steven made another effort to snatch the phone from his vice-captain, but Jamie was clutching to the phone tightly.
“Shut your bloody gob, will you?” Steven hissed as Carra continued gawping at the screen. What he saw there was completely enticing; no matter how straight he claimed to be. For there Xabi was, completely naked and on display. And there it was, in its complete, mind-blowing glory, being stroked by Xabi’s pale hand. The Spaniard’s sexy pose left only a little room to the imagination.
“Wow… Wouldn’t kick that out of my bed,” Sami, who was now ogling at the cell phone’s wallpaper over their shoulders, pronounced and grinned mischievously.
“SAMI!”
Title: Not Yours to Love: Prologue and Epilogue
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: R
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Steven Gerrard/Frank Lampard, Xabi Alonso/Iker Casillas
Genre: Pure angst, drabble
Summary: “I’m not yours to love anymore, Steven.”
Disclaimer: You think this is really happening? Me either.
Author’s Notes: imyourheroine requested for epilogue and prologue to a drabble I posted earlier this month, Not Yours to Love. This is quite an angsty piece of writing, so consider yourself warned! I decided to put the original drabble between the two parts, so the ones that haven’t read it might be able to get this, hopefully that won’t disturb anyone. [100 + 100 + 100 words]
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
PROLOGUE - Guilty Satisfaction
Steven knows he’s drunk, that Frank is drunk. He knows that, on this very minute, he should be ringing Xabi. The man he loves. The man who should be touching him instead of the other midfielder.
Still he pulls his compatriot closer so he can slide his tongue inside his mouth before turning the man over and pushing himself inside the warm tightness with one deep thrust. Steven is rough, too rough, but Frank doesn’t seem to mind. As the Scouser quickens his pace, the Londoner starts stroking himself.
Frank pants out his name; Steven merely grunts in guilty satisfaction.
Not Yours To Love
“Xabi, please, talk to me - let me make it up to you.”
“No, I’m not going let you fucking use me again. I’m so tired of this.”
“I love you, baby, and I want it to make it all better. Please, let me make it better.”
“I’m not yours to love anymore, Steven. You let go of me the minute you touched Lampard.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Xabi. I don’t know what else I can do than apologize over and over again.”
“You can leave now and give me a chance to let go of you too. Por favor.”
EPILOGUE - Undying Love
It’s the worst kind of reunion he can imagine.
Seeing Xabi wearing the Real Madrid white stabs him in his already broken heart. The Basque merely nods in recognition and walks past him, to the front of the line, to where his current lover is standing. Steven watches Xabi hug his team mates and winces quietly as he sees how Iker’s touch lingers on Xabi’s waist and how the goalkeeper’s lips connect with the midfielder’s cheeks. Iker lets go as it is time for them to go to battle.
Steven can only whimper out of undying love, desire and longing.
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: PG
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Genre: Öhm... Crack?
Summary: “Wow… Wouldn’t kick that out of my bed.”
Disclaimer: You think this is really happening? Me either.
Author’s Notes: The second one of fierylies ‘s request fics. Trying very hard to write something that doesn’t suck here… [And I’m extremely bad at coming up with good fic names, I know.]
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
“A bit to the right… Let’s try a different angle, shall we… Oh, yeah… Fuck, that’s it. So good…”
“Carra, give me back me fucking phone!” Steven tried to grab his brand new iPhone back from Jamie, who had fished it out from one of the pockets of his jacket.
“I’m just having a look, so get your hands off of me.” Jamie kept the phone away from his captain, who was still trying to reach for it.
“Couldn’t you find anything fancier, then? Shit, I can’t even figure how to use this… Wait - now I’ve got it… What the hell?! Steven George Gerrard, what the fuck is this supposed to be?” The defender’s roars turned everyone’s attention to the two Scousers. Steven made another effort to snatch the phone from his vice-captain, but Jamie was clutching to the phone tightly.
“Shut your bloody gob, will you?” Steven hissed as Carra continued gawping at the screen. What he saw there was completely enticing; no matter how straight he claimed to be. For there Xabi was, completely naked and on display. And there it was, in its complete, mind-blowing glory, being stroked by Xabi’s pale hand. The Spaniard’s sexy pose left only a little room to the imagination.
“Wow… Wouldn’t kick that out of my bed,” Sami, who was now ogling at the cell phone’s wallpaper over their shoulders, pronounced and grinned mischievously.
“SAMI!”
Title: Not Yours to Love: Prologue and Epilogue
Author: Salmiaggi
Rating: R
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Steven Gerrard/Frank Lampard, Xabi Alonso/Iker Casillas
Genre: Pure angst, drabble
Summary: “I’m not yours to love anymore, Steven.”
Disclaimer: You think this is really happening? Me either.
Author’s Notes: imyourheroine requested for epilogue and prologue to a drabble I posted earlier this month, Not Yours to Love. This is quite an angsty piece of writing, so consider yourself warned! I decided to put the original drabble between the two parts, so the ones that haven’t read it might be able to get this, hopefully that won’t disturb anyone. [100 + 100 + 100 words]
Feedback: Sí, por favor! I love it! C: And definitely need it!
PROLOGUE - Guilty Satisfaction
Steven knows he’s drunk, that Frank is drunk. He knows that, on this very minute, he should be ringing Xabi. The man he loves. The man who should be touching him instead of the other midfielder.
Still he pulls his compatriot closer so he can slide his tongue inside his mouth before turning the man over and pushing himself inside the warm tightness with one deep thrust. Steven is rough, too rough, but Frank doesn’t seem to mind. As the Scouser quickens his pace, the Londoner starts stroking himself.
Frank pants out his name; Steven merely grunts in guilty satisfaction.
Not Yours To Love
“Xabi, please, talk to me - let me make it up to you.”
“No, I’m not going let you fucking use me again. I’m so tired of this.”
“I love you, baby, and I want it to make it all better. Please, let me make it better.”
“I’m not yours to love anymore, Steven. You let go of me the minute you touched Lampard.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Xabi. I don’t know what else I can do than apologize over and over again.”
“You can leave now and give me a chance to let go of you too. Por favor.”
EPILOGUE - Undying Love
It’s the worst kind of reunion he can imagine.
Seeing Xabi wearing the Real Madrid white stabs him in his already broken heart. The Basque merely nods in recognition and walks past him, to the front of the line, to where his current lover is standing. Steven watches Xabi hug his team mates and winces quietly as he sees how Iker’s touch lingers on Xabi’s waist and how the goalkeeper’s lips connect with the midfielder’s cheeks. Iker lets go as it is time for them to go to battle.
Steven can only whimper out of undying love, desire and longing.