Comment porn ficlets
Title: Comment porn x 5
Author: salmiaggi
Rating: G-R
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Disclaimer: Not happening.
Author’s Notes: Was feeling the S/X love last night. Silly little ficlets...
Feedback: keeps me alive and writing.
Satisfaction
It wasn't about the quick satisfaction Xabi's talented mouth, his tongue and teeth, provided, nor was it about the easy pleasure he got out of pounding against the Spaniard's prostate in a way that made them moan in unison.
It was more about the way he felt in the morning, his lover kissing the spot that was still tender with red bite marks on it, the way Xabi smiled, still looking sated and happy, the way they stood in the shower, just embracing each other, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin against skin.
I don't want you tonight
"Xabi, don't be a killjoy and come to bed already. I've been lusting over that gorgeous arse of yours for too long."
The Spaniard walked to the door of their bedroom.
"No, I don't believe I will. I don't want you tonight. Not after what happened today, what you did. Not while you still smell of him."
And with sad eyes Steven watched him walk away.
Your favourite musical
"Xabi, I love you, but I swear that if you take me to one more Sound of Music sing-a-long, I will leave you and make Nando to be my rebound guy."
"What if I say that you can fuck my mouth during "Something Good"? I might even give you a handjob, if you'll be a good lad and sing "Sixteen Going On Seventeen" as a duet with me?"
"You have got to be kidding me."
Photo
It was hard to find a photo of Xabier Steven didn't love. There were the pictures taken in football matches, where Xabi would look all rough and consentrated, the pictures taken from press conferences, with Xabi looking smart and important, with a small smile on his lips, often wearing a suit or something equally fancy.
There were the pictures that were a lot more private, the ones taken at home, the ones that would never make it to the curious pages of English tabloids and the pictures taken for promoting purposes only.
But one was above the other, one picture to rule them all. Xabi wearing his red kit, kit that somehow seemed to shrink quicker than he could say 'bulge'. He slides his hand over the fastly growing erection in his shorts the way he always does, and starts to build a steady rhythm. It was a secret pleasure of his. Too good to be given up any time soon.
Loud
Xabi telling Steven to keep his quiet didn't make any difference. Nor did the hungry mouth on the Scouser's, kissing him like mad, making him gasp for air after they broke away. The finger on his lips did nothing to keep him from screaming in sheer pleasure so loud that he was positive if the whole of Liverpool hadn't been aware of his undying love for the Basque before, it was now.
Author: salmiaggi
Rating: G-R
Paring: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Disclaimer: Not happening.
Author’s Notes: Was feeling the S/X love last night. Silly little ficlets...
Feedback: keeps me alive and writing.
Satisfaction
It wasn't about the quick satisfaction Xabi's talented mouth, his tongue and teeth, provided, nor was it about the easy pleasure he got out of pounding against the Spaniard's prostate in a way that made them moan in unison.
It was more about the way he felt in the morning, his lover kissing the spot that was still tender with red bite marks on it, the way Xabi smiled, still looking sated and happy, the way they stood in the shower, just embracing each other, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin against skin.
I don't want you tonight
"Xabi, don't be a killjoy and come to bed already. I've been lusting over that gorgeous arse of yours for too long."
The Spaniard walked to the door of their bedroom.
"No, I don't believe I will. I don't want you tonight. Not after what happened today, what you did. Not while you still smell of him."
And with sad eyes Steven watched him walk away.
Your favourite musical
"Xabi, I love you, but I swear that if you take me to one more Sound of Music sing-a-long, I will leave you and make Nando to be my rebound guy."
"What if I say that you can fuck my mouth during "Something Good"? I might even give you a handjob, if you'll be a good lad and sing "Sixteen Going On Seventeen" as a duet with me?"
"You have got to be kidding me."
Photo
It was hard to find a photo of Xabier Steven didn't love. There were the pictures taken in football matches, where Xabi would look all rough and consentrated, the pictures taken from press conferences, with Xabi looking smart and important, with a small smile on his lips, often wearing a suit or something equally fancy.
There were the pictures that were a lot more private, the ones taken at home, the ones that would never make it to the curious pages of English tabloids and the pictures taken for promoting purposes only.
But one was above the other, one picture to rule them all. Xabi wearing his red kit, kit that somehow seemed to shrink quicker than he could say 'bulge'. He slides his hand over the fastly growing erection in his shorts the way he always does, and starts to build a steady rhythm. It was a secret pleasure of his. Too good to be given up any time soon.
Loud
Xabi telling Steven to keep his quiet didn't make any difference. Nor did the hungry mouth on the Scouser's, kissing him like mad, making him gasp for air after they broke away. The finger on his lips did nothing to keep him from screaming in sheer pleasure so loud that he was positive if the whole of Liverpool hadn't been aware of his undying love for the Basque before, it was now.