About the Miracles of Livejournal
”Stevie, you have to come and see what I’ve found.” Xabi’s voice was full of excitement and the happy expression (which reminded Stevie of his daughters at Christmas) made him smile. He leaned over the Spaniard’s shoulder to have a closer look at the laptop.
“What is it?” He asked gently, while Xabi still kept on typing.
“It’s this website I found. It’s called Livejournal, a place where you can express your feelings and…” The younger man explained before the Englishman cut him off.
“Yes, I know what a journal is, thank you very much. But what is it about this journal thing that’s so amazing?” He couldn’t see the reason why this website got his lover so excited.
“Well, we are about to find out, no?”
- - -
“Hey, look! You can search for people who have the same interests than you do!” Xabi shouted (like Stevie couldn’t have heard him otherwise) from the sofa after spending a good while learning how to use his new account at the Livejournal.
“Let’s see… What are my interests?” Xabi thought out loud and after few seconds of thinking he typed Liverpool FC very slowly and carefully, checked if it was correctly spelled and clicked the little Go button. He didn’t spend much time going through the people who were interested in the club; he was too thrilled to concentrate on that for too long. Next thing he wanted to know was if people were interested in him.
“Stevie, there’s a community dedicated to me here!” He said to the Scouser who didn’t seem to be as fascinated about the website as his Spanish lover. He just sat there on the black armchair and kept on reading his news paper.
“Good for you, lad!” He tried really hard to sound like he was interested about the ‘thrilling’ news the Basque had told him, but failed miserably.
“Stevie, you should really come and see how much effort they have put on these little pictures here. I can see my face all over this community…” Suddenly there was a deep silence between them and if Stevie had paid attention to his lover’s face, he would have seen that the younger man’s cheeks were blushing while the Spaniard sat there and read the text he had found.
“Stevie? I think you should read this.” Xabi’s voice wasn’t excited anymore, it was quiet and little shaky, but it wasn’t enough to make Stevie look up from his paper.
“Stevie?”
“What is it?” Stevie asked and when Xabi gestured him to look at screen, he stood up, sat by his lover and started to read.
- - -
“But… But how did they know?” Was all Stevie managed to say after reading the text in front of him.
“I don’t think they did. It says here before the text that this is not true.” Xabi pointed out, his voice now surprisingly calm.
“But those are almost the exact words that I use when we…” Stevie trailed off.
“Yes, it is quite amazing, no?” Xabi said quietly. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence while they both stared blankly at the screen and the Spaniard grinned a little and said:
“You have to admit that it was quite hot.” Stevie immediately turned to him with and expression of utter shock on his face. The grin on the other man’s face widened.
“No? It must be just me then. I guess that means that I have to take care of this all by myself.” Xabi said slyly, gesturing to his crotch where there was a quite impressive and clearly visible bulge. He got to his feet, took the laptop with him and started walking towards the bedroom.
“Oh, don’t you dare, Alonso!” Stevie stood up and followed the Spaniard.
- - -
Later on, while lying on his stomach with his laptop at the foot of the bed next to Steven, Xabi started to wander around the website once again. It had occurred to him that if there was a community about him, there had to be one about Steven too. And if there was, he wanted to know if it was as interesting as the one that was about him.
What he found was indeed interesting. But it also reminded him about those numerous times on the pitch when Nando had hugged his Steven and the feeling of jealousy overwhelmed him. He turned around and was about to ask Stevie when exactly had he had the time to shag the kid, but when he saw that his lover was sound asleep, he decided to leave it until the following morning. And after all, maybe he shouldn’t believe all the things said in the Livejournal.
“What is it?” He asked gently, while Xabi still kept on typing.
“It’s this website I found. It’s called Livejournal, a place where you can express your feelings and…” The younger man explained before the Englishman cut him off.
“Yes, I know what a journal is, thank you very much. But what is it about this journal thing that’s so amazing?” He couldn’t see the reason why this website got his lover so excited.
“Well, we are about to find out, no?”
- - -
“Hey, look! You can search for people who have the same interests than you do!” Xabi shouted (like Stevie couldn’t have heard him otherwise) from the sofa after spending a good while learning how to use his new account at the Livejournal.
“Let’s see… What are my interests?” Xabi thought out loud and after few seconds of thinking he typed Liverpool FC very slowly and carefully, checked if it was correctly spelled and clicked the little Go button. He didn’t spend much time going through the people who were interested in the club; he was too thrilled to concentrate on that for too long. Next thing he wanted to know was if people were interested in him.
“Stevie, there’s a community dedicated to me here!” He said to the Scouser who didn’t seem to be as fascinated about the website as his Spanish lover. He just sat there on the black armchair and kept on reading his news paper.
“Good for you, lad!” He tried really hard to sound like he was interested about the ‘thrilling’ news the Basque had told him, but failed miserably.
“Stevie, you should really come and see how much effort they have put on these little pictures here. I can see my face all over this community…” Suddenly there was a deep silence between them and if Stevie had paid attention to his lover’s face, he would have seen that the younger man’s cheeks were blushing while the Spaniard sat there and read the text he had found.
“Stevie? I think you should read this.” Xabi’s voice wasn’t excited anymore, it was quiet and little shaky, but it wasn’t enough to make Stevie look up from his paper.
“Stevie?”
“What is it?” Stevie asked and when Xabi gestured him to look at screen, he stood up, sat by his lover and started to read.
- - -
“But… But how did they know?” Was all Stevie managed to say after reading the text in front of him.
“I don’t think they did. It says here before the text that this is not true.” Xabi pointed out, his voice now surprisingly calm.
“But those are almost the exact words that I use when we…” Stevie trailed off.
“Yes, it is quite amazing, no?” Xabi said quietly. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence while they both stared blankly at the screen and the Spaniard grinned a little and said:
“You have to admit that it was quite hot.” Stevie immediately turned to him with and expression of utter shock on his face. The grin on the other man’s face widened.
“No? It must be just me then. I guess that means that I have to take care of this all by myself.” Xabi said slyly, gesturing to his crotch where there was a quite impressive and clearly visible bulge. He got to his feet, took the laptop with him and started walking towards the bedroom.
“Oh, don’t you dare, Alonso!” Stevie stood up and followed the Spaniard.
- - -
Later on, while lying on his stomach with his laptop at the foot of the bed next to Steven, Xabi started to wander around the website once again. It had occurred to him that if there was a community about him, there had to be one about Steven too. And if there was, he wanted to know if it was as interesting as the one that was about him.
What he found was indeed interesting. But it also reminded him about those numerous times on the pitch when Nando had hugged his Steven and the feeling of jealousy overwhelmed him. He turned around and was about to ask Stevie when exactly had he had the time to shag the kid, but when he saw that his lover was sound asleep, he decided to leave it until the following morning. And after all, maybe he shouldn’t believe all the things said in the Livejournal.