Fic - Student life - Xabi Alonso/Steve Finnan
Title: Student life 
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: R
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steve Finnan
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: All lies.
Summary: Xabi tries to be a good student.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Thanks to mittelfeld and Koptalk for the plotbunny. I don't know if Xabi wears glasses but let's assume he does when studying. He'd look even more intellectual and hotter, don't you think? Many thanks also to chelseaurchin for letting me play with the boys and to cerulean_eyes for the quick and superb beta. Sorry, for sending you this shit.
"Turnover - total sales during a trading period - minus the operating expenses - expenses of running a business like salaries or rent - is, erm…is…is…" Xabi sighs heavily as he grabs the balance sheet from the desk. He never can remember all this financial vocabulary and even though it's Spanish it sounds more like Chinese to him. As soon as he sees the term written on the paper he sighs again. "Operating profit, of course!" He knew it! It's so frustrating.
Quite annoyed, he rests his head in both of his hands. Xabi looks to the side, at the clock on the wall. Twenty past two. The Spaniard has no idea why he tries to memorise words that he will have forgotten by tomorrow anyway.
He snorts as his hands reach for the cup of tea. Empty. Damn. Do those annoying moments never end? Xabi puts down his glasses and rubs his eyes. Probably he should simply go to sleep. He has to train tomorrow, plus it's a shame that his beautiful lover went to bed without him over two hours ago.
Xabi looks at the pile of books that he should be reading or rather should have read by now. The desk is floated with them and he feels very much like drowning in them.
Finns had complained earlier tonight that they hardly spent time together anymore and that Xabi had turned him down three nights in a row so that he could study. Like tonight. Finns had simply wanted to relax and watch a movie on TV after dinner. However, Xabi hadn't had any choice and had chosen the books over his lover. He can't help that he needs to know all that stuff for the next exam in less than one month.
They hadn't fought about it, barely discussed even. Finns is simply not the type to fight and discuss with, he always manages to keep calm and contained. But from the way Finns had lowered his gaze and from the way he had spoken almost inaudibly Xabi could tell that he had been upset and disappointed. They had agreed that Finns would start watching the movie alone and Xabi would join him later on.
Now Xabi is still sitting in front of the books and his lover is sleeping, without him. Xabi longed for him and it had hurt him to turn the Irishman down. Again. He's no longer sure whether studying besides playing football professionally had been a good choice. The only benefit that he receives from it these days is an upset boyfriend and a bad conscience. But then, it makes his proud parents even prouder.
The Spaniard puts on his glasses again, yawning as he lowers his eyes to concentrate on his books. He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice that the door opens and that his lover enters. Just in the moment when Finns places his strong hands on Xabi's shoulders, Xabi becomes aware of him.
"I didn't hear you coming," he says, leaning back against Finns' hands.
But Finns doesn't answer, instead he starts pressing his thumbs against the Spaniard's hard muscles. Xabi whimpers. The Irishman bends down to kiss Xabi's earlobe as he whispers, "You're incredibly tense, Xabi." Slowly and with slick fingers he massages Xabi, beginning with his neck, moving down the curve to his shoulders.
"Does that feel good, Xabi?"
"Mhmmmm…yes." Xabi rests his head on his chest as he breathes deeply and evenly. He closes his eyes and for the first time tonight, he really notices just how tired he is.
Finns draws little circles on Xabi's back as he moves his fingers firmly over the hard muscles. The Irishman grins as he hears the - usually so reserved - Spaniard emit almost inaudible purring noises.
"Come to bed, finally. You've been sitting over these stupid books all night. Come on, Xabi."
Xabi turns around to face his lover, looking him directly in the eyes. Finns can see just how small Xabi's eyes are, just how tired he looks.
"Come on, Xabi," he repeats. "Don't you notice how tired you are? You need some sleep."
"But look, Finns. I need to know all that. I'm already terribly behind," Xabi tries to protest. "And I-I just can't remember it. It's so…so…erm…so, frustrante, you know?"
Finns chuckles, even though he probably shouldn't, but Xabi falling back to his native from time to time when he just can't think of the English word - because he's too exhausted either from sex or a hard training day or because he is simply too sleepy - is highly adorable.
"It's frustrating, I know. But don't you see, Xabi, that you're already too tired to concentrate on anything? You won't be able to remember anything now. You need sleep. And tomorrow you'll be able to go on with all this." Finns pauses as his hand reaches for Xabi's cheek. Gently he brushes his fingers over it. The usually so smooth skin is already slightly stubbly. Xabi closes his eyes and leans against Finns' palm. Eventually, the Irishman goes on. "And apart from that, I didn't agree to stay at your place for the night so that I can spend it in your bed all alone."
Xabi's eyes spring wide open. He lowers his gaze in shame. Finns is absolutely right. Xabi had asked him to sleep over so that they could have a nice evening together and then who knows. But with Xabi trying to study all night Finns must have felt horribly neglected and ignored. Xabi blushes, he's such an idiot.
"Listen, I'm sorry Finns. This is not how I wanted things to go, but this exam is far too important to fail."
"I know, Xabi," Finns smiles. "That's why I haven't said anything the last few days. But now it's enough. You don't want me to grab you and force you to come with me."
"I don't?" Xabi asks seductively.
"Nah mate, you don't. And now come." With finishing the sentence Finns grabs the Spaniard by the wrists and pulls him up from the chair he's been sitting on all evening. Their faces are so close that Xabi can feel Finns' breath tickle against his lips.
Xabi reaches for his glasses to put them down again but Finns only smirks, grabbing the Spaniard's hand.
"Don't put them down," he whispers as he bends over to kiss Xabi softly.
Xabi cocks an eyebrow before he asks, "And why? You know, Finns, I don't need them. Only for reading. I can see you perfectly fine without glasses." As he finishes the sentence, the Spaniard grins broadly
"So what?"
Xabi has to giggle at Finns' easy way of seeing things. So what? Yes, so what? Gently, Xabi caresses his lover's face, running a long finger over the beautiful jaw to the distinctive cheekbones. Xabi always found them beautiful. Very beautiful. The Spaniard's finger moves to Finns' full lips, drawing their shape. Almost in slow motion, the Irishman's tongue reaches out to lick Xabi's finger and to capture it. Xabi thinks he might just be dying as Finns starts sucking it gently, looking him directly into the eyes.
Even though it's hard, Xabi tries not to lose his coherency. Eventually he continues speaking, "But Finns, why do you want me to keep the glasses if I don't need them to see you?"
The Irishman smirks as he bends over to nibble Xabi's earlobe and to stroke the spot behind his lover's ear passionately with his tongue.
"Oh, Xabi, you know they might turn me on a little."
"Hmmm…"
Xabi's hand reaches down, running over the thin fabric of the vast t-shirt his lover is wearing, he strokes Finns' belly briefly before he moves further down to cup the Irishman's semi-stiff cock. It grows immediately as the Spaniard starts rubbing it gently through the boxers.
"A little, huh?"
Finns releases a low, breathy moan against Xabi's ear. Slowly his tongue licks the Spaniard's earlobe again. He takes it between his teeth, nibbling gently.
"Well, want me to prove it?" he asks seductively.
Xabi continues caressing his lover's cock as it gets harder with each soft stroke. For a brief moment, he closes his eyes, feeling the shape of the hard-on. Xabi smirks, he can remember it all too well.
He's withdrawn from his thoughts as Finns grabs both of Xabi's hands and leads him to the bedroom.
Carefully, the Irishman lays him down on the wide bed that is still slightly warm from the heat of Finns' body. Long, delicate fingers greedily run over Xabi's body, stroking all those parts of Xabi's body that he loves having touched.
Quickly, Xabi is stripped down to his boxers. He doesn't have to do anything, he just lies there and enjoys how his willing lover spoils him, kissing, nibbling, caressing Xabi's naked skin. Xabi can't help but close his eyes, his eyelids are so heavy that keeping them open is a torture. And besides that, having your eyes closed while your lover does you some good is not bad, is it? Xabi can't help but release little moans with each sweep of Finns' tongue that he feels.
So, so good, so, so relaxing…
It takes Finns some time to notice, because he is concentrating rather hard on nibbling Xabi's thighs. However, in the moment that Xabi no longer moans but breathes heavily, almost snoring, he notices that his lover fell asleep. Something like that has never happened to him before, but yet he is more amused than angry at Xabi.
Finns grins broadly as he settles next to sleeping Xabi. He will have to tease the Spaniard about this tomorrow, this is how it has to be. No one falls asleep when he's about to make out with his lover. But then, Xabi is so special in many ways.
The Irishman smirks one last time before he takes Xabi into his arms. As he is about to drift away to sleep himself he starts pondering about all possible apologies he will hear form the Basque tomorrow.
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: R
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steve Finnan
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: All lies.
Summary: Xabi tries to be a good student.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Thanks to mittelfeld and Koptalk for the plotbunny. I don't know if Xabi wears glasses but let's assume he does when studying. He'd look even more intellectual and hotter, don't you think? Many thanks also to chelseaurchin for letting me play with the boys and to cerulean_eyes for the quick and superb beta. Sorry, for sending you this shit.
"Turnover - total sales during a trading period - minus the operating expenses - expenses of running a business like salaries or rent - is, erm…is…is…" Xabi sighs heavily as he grabs the balance sheet from the desk. He never can remember all this financial vocabulary and even though it's Spanish it sounds more like Chinese to him. As soon as he sees the term written on the paper he sighs again. "Operating profit, of course!" He knew it! It's so frustrating.
Quite annoyed, he rests his head in both of his hands. Xabi looks to the side, at the clock on the wall. Twenty past two. The Spaniard has no idea why he tries to memorise words that he will have forgotten by tomorrow anyway.
He snorts as his hands reach for the cup of tea. Empty. Damn. Do those annoying moments never end? Xabi puts down his glasses and rubs his eyes. Probably he should simply go to sleep. He has to train tomorrow, plus it's a shame that his beautiful lover went to bed without him over two hours ago.
Xabi looks at the pile of books that he should be reading or rather should have read by now. The desk is floated with them and he feels very much like drowning in them.
Finns had complained earlier tonight that they hardly spent time together anymore and that Xabi had turned him down three nights in a row so that he could study. Like tonight. Finns had simply wanted to relax and watch a movie on TV after dinner. However, Xabi hadn't had any choice and had chosen the books over his lover. He can't help that he needs to know all that stuff for the next exam in less than one month.
They hadn't fought about it, barely discussed even. Finns is simply not the type to fight and discuss with, he always manages to keep calm and contained. But from the way Finns had lowered his gaze and from the way he had spoken almost inaudibly Xabi could tell that he had been upset and disappointed. They had agreed that Finns would start watching the movie alone and Xabi would join him later on.
Now Xabi is still sitting in front of the books and his lover is sleeping, without him. Xabi longed for him and it had hurt him to turn the Irishman down. Again. He's no longer sure whether studying besides playing football professionally had been a good choice. The only benefit that he receives from it these days is an upset boyfriend and a bad conscience. But then, it makes his proud parents even prouder.
The Spaniard puts on his glasses again, yawning as he lowers his eyes to concentrate on his books. He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice that the door opens and that his lover enters. Just in the moment when Finns places his strong hands on Xabi's shoulders, Xabi becomes aware of him.
"I didn't hear you coming," he says, leaning back against Finns' hands.
But Finns doesn't answer, instead he starts pressing his thumbs against the Spaniard's hard muscles. Xabi whimpers. The Irishman bends down to kiss Xabi's earlobe as he whispers, "You're incredibly tense, Xabi." Slowly and with slick fingers he massages Xabi, beginning with his neck, moving down the curve to his shoulders.
"Does that feel good, Xabi?"
"Mhmmmm…yes." Xabi rests his head on his chest as he breathes deeply and evenly. He closes his eyes and for the first time tonight, he really notices just how tired he is.
Finns draws little circles on Xabi's back as he moves his fingers firmly over the hard muscles. The Irishman grins as he hears the - usually so reserved - Spaniard emit almost inaudible purring noises.
"Come to bed, finally. You've been sitting over these stupid books all night. Come on, Xabi."
Xabi turns around to face his lover, looking him directly in the eyes. Finns can see just how small Xabi's eyes are, just how tired he looks.
"Come on, Xabi," he repeats. "Don't you notice how tired you are? You need some sleep."
"But look, Finns. I need to know all that. I'm already terribly behind," Xabi tries to protest. "And I-I just can't remember it. It's so…so…erm…so, frustrante, you know?"
Finns chuckles, even though he probably shouldn't, but Xabi falling back to his native from time to time when he just can't think of the English word - because he's too exhausted either from sex or a hard training day or because he is simply too sleepy - is highly adorable.
"It's frustrating, I know. But don't you see, Xabi, that you're already too tired to concentrate on anything? You won't be able to remember anything now. You need sleep. And tomorrow you'll be able to go on with all this." Finns pauses as his hand reaches for Xabi's cheek. Gently he brushes his fingers over it. The usually so smooth skin is already slightly stubbly. Xabi closes his eyes and leans against Finns' palm. Eventually, the Irishman goes on. "And apart from that, I didn't agree to stay at your place for the night so that I can spend it in your bed all alone."
Xabi's eyes spring wide open. He lowers his gaze in shame. Finns is absolutely right. Xabi had asked him to sleep over so that they could have a nice evening together and then who knows. But with Xabi trying to study all night Finns must have felt horribly neglected and ignored. Xabi blushes, he's such an idiot.
"Listen, I'm sorry Finns. This is not how I wanted things to go, but this exam is far too important to fail."
"I know, Xabi," Finns smiles. "That's why I haven't said anything the last few days. But now it's enough. You don't want me to grab you and force you to come with me."
"I don't?" Xabi asks seductively.
"Nah mate, you don't. And now come." With finishing the sentence Finns grabs the Spaniard by the wrists and pulls him up from the chair he's been sitting on all evening. Their faces are so close that Xabi can feel Finns' breath tickle against his lips.
Xabi reaches for his glasses to put them down again but Finns only smirks, grabbing the Spaniard's hand.
"Don't put them down," he whispers as he bends over to kiss Xabi softly.
Xabi cocks an eyebrow before he asks, "And why? You know, Finns, I don't need them. Only for reading. I can see you perfectly fine without glasses." As he finishes the sentence, the Spaniard grins broadly
"So what?"
Xabi has to giggle at Finns' easy way of seeing things. So what? Yes, so what? Gently, Xabi caresses his lover's face, running a long finger over the beautiful jaw to the distinctive cheekbones. Xabi always found them beautiful. Very beautiful. The Spaniard's finger moves to Finns' full lips, drawing their shape. Almost in slow motion, the Irishman's tongue reaches out to lick Xabi's finger and to capture it. Xabi thinks he might just be dying as Finns starts sucking it gently, looking him directly into the eyes.
Even though it's hard, Xabi tries not to lose his coherency. Eventually he continues speaking, "But Finns, why do you want me to keep the glasses if I don't need them to see you?"
The Irishman smirks as he bends over to nibble Xabi's earlobe and to stroke the spot behind his lover's ear passionately with his tongue.
"Oh, Xabi, you know they might turn me on a little."
"Hmmm…"
Xabi's hand reaches down, running over the thin fabric of the vast t-shirt his lover is wearing, he strokes Finns' belly briefly before he moves further down to cup the Irishman's semi-stiff cock. It grows immediately as the Spaniard starts rubbing it gently through the boxers.
"A little, huh?"
Finns releases a low, breathy moan against Xabi's ear. Slowly his tongue licks the Spaniard's earlobe again. He takes it between his teeth, nibbling gently.
"Well, want me to prove it?" he asks seductively.
Xabi continues caressing his lover's cock as it gets harder with each soft stroke. For a brief moment, he closes his eyes, feeling the shape of the hard-on. Xabi smirks, he can remember it all too well.
He's withdrawn from his thoughts as Finns grabs both of Xabi's hands and leads him to the bedroom.
Carefully, the Irishman lays him down on the wide bed that is still slightly warm from the heat of Finns' body. Long, delicate fingers greedily run over Xabi's body, stroking all those parts of Xabi's body that he loves having touched.
Quickly, Xabi is stripped down to his boxers. He doesn't have to do anything, he just lies there and enjoys how his willing lover spoils him, kissing, nibbling, caressing Xabi's naked skin. Xabi can't help but close his eyes, his eyelids are so heavy that keeping them open is a torture. And besides that, having your eyes closed while your lover does you some good is not bad, is it? Xabi can't help but release little moans with each sweep of Finns' tongue that he feels.
So, so good, so, so relaxing…
It takes Finns some time to notice, because he is concentrating rather hard on nibbling Xabi's thighs. However, in the moment that Xabi no longer moans but breathes heavily, almost snoring, he notices that his lover fell asleep. Something like that has never happened to him before, but yet he is more amused than angry at Xabi.
Finns grins broadly as he settles next to sleeping Xabi. He will have to tease the Spaniard about this tomorrow, this is how it has to be. No one falls asleep when he's about to make out with his lover. But then, Xabi is so special in many ways.
The Irishman smirks one last time before he takes Xabi into his arms. As he is about to drift away to sleep himself he starts pondering about all possible apologies he will hear form the Basque tomorrow.