Fic - Fireworks - Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Title: Fireworks 
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: PG
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Xabi and Mikel spend the evening out, watching the fireworks.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Many thanks to lovely ivorylasenza for the read-through and also for sharing the love for those two. <333s
“Are you finished?” Mikel asks before he gets up to take the plate away from Xabi. He smiles as Xabi nods, wiping his mouth with the white napkin and mumbling a polite, “Thank you, it was excellent.”
Xabi returned from his match against Aston Villa rather late this evening, thus Mikel offered to cook something for them and Xabi was more than glad to accept the invitation. Mikel prepared some dish with vegetables, fish and some fresh bread, typical for the Basque Country. He knows that Xabi likes traditional food best. It is a bit of home for him in Liverpool and reduces the homesickness. Just like Mikel himself.
When Mikel comes out of the kitchen, still smiling, he sees how Xabi gets up to approach him. Once they are standing face to face, Xabi softly starts stroking Mikel’s cheek before he bends over to kiss him slowly. One of Xabi’s hands caresses his lover’s back and Mikel might find himself dying a little here.
Eventually, Xabi breaks the kiss, just before asking whether Mikel would like to go out to have a walk around the Docks and to watch the fireworks for Guy Fawkes Night.
Mikel looks out of the window, checking for rain. It’s dry. He secretly curses the English weather and that it’s never the way you want it to be. So, he just answers that it’s cold and that they will be freezing and should watch the fireworks from the sofa in the living room instead.
But Xabi only laughs a little and promises that he will warm Mikel up afterwards. In the end Mikel has no other chance than agree - after trying to find a few more excuses, none of them seem to convince Xabi - to go out with Xabi as his lover hands him his jacket.
As soon as they are outside and the cold wind blows into Mikel’s face he curses some more. Again, Xabi only laughs softly as he grabs Mikel’s hand to hold it. Good thing about Guy Fawkes Night and it being cold is that there are only few people on the streets probably.
Walking along the Docks, they talk about this and that, Xabi speaks about the match and Mikel tells him what he did all day in return. It’s just this and that, really. As the wind blows again, Mikel squishes Xabi’s hand a bit, it’s a little reflex. He knows that this’ll not reduce the cold though.
Once they reach the harbour basins, they stop, standing next to each other. Xabi opens his arms, offering his lover the heat of his body, inviting him to snuggle close. And indeed, Mikel is more than thankful as he presses his body against Xabi’s.
With the next gust of wind, Mikel finds himself cursing again, as it blows through his jacket and sweater, right onto his skin, making him shiver. It never gets that cold in Spain, never. He is somewhat used to living by the coast and thus is also used to cold winds but this, this is a totally different league.
Xabi is slightly amused as he hugs Mikel a little tighter. To distract his lover, he randomly says “Mikel, look here” and “Mikel, look there” pointing to the wonderful figures the fireworks paint in the sky. The black Liverpool night is shimmering yellow and green and red. It’s white and blue and purple and just so very colourful. It looks warm.
Mikel still feels cold though. As he tells Xabi so, Xabi only laughs again and answers that Mikel is complaining like a little girl and that they only have been out for a few minutes. Mikel decides to pout a little, as Xabi turns to him.
“I love you, Mikel,” he says softly, his hand finding his lover’s chin, making Mikel look him directly in the eyes.
And then, suddenly Xabi bends over to kiss Mikel.
Softly, their lips meet, their faces cold from the fresh wind. At first Mikel hesitates before he opens up and allows Xabi to slip his tongue in. It feels like a first kiss, none of them quite sure of what to do, a bit shy.
Mikel concludes that this is kind of a first kiss. A first kiss in public with anyone being able to see them, anyone who just happens to walk by. He’s surprised he does not really care though, because, you know, it must have felt right for Xabi to kiss him here and now.
That’s why Mikel simply enjoys the kiss, returning it, stroking Xabi’s tongue with his own, slowly and heavily until they pant into the other’s mouth, a little aroused.
And for a moment Mikel forgets that he’s almost freezing to death.
When he finds Xabi caressing his back, moving over the thick jacket further down to Mikel’s bum, he cannot help but press himself a little more against Xabi. They completely forget about the fireworks and everything else around them. In this moment it’s just Mikel and Xabi. Xabi and Mikel, nothing more.
Eventually, Mikel breaks the kiss, grinning broadly at Xabi before he whispers his sweet, “I love you, too.”
Xabi returns the smile, running his fingers through Mikel’s hair. Mikel sighs as he leans against Xabi’s palm.
He concludes that he is damn lucky to have a man like Xabi on his side, a man who would stand up for him any time. Who does not even care about the danger of someone seeing them, because you know, telling your teammates - who can be trusted entirely - about your relationship with another man is still so very different from actually kissing your lover in public when there is danger of someone seeing it and making a headline out of it in tomorrow’s tabloids.
He knows how lucky he is.
Quickly, he brushes a peck on Xabi’s lips again, shivering, before he asks, “Can we finally go in now, Xabi?”
Xabi grins and nods as he grabs Mikel by the hand again, saying, “Yes, we can. Up for a hot bath?”
Mikel won’t say “no” to that.
Author: tifosarossonera
Rating: PG
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Xabi and Mikel spend the evening out, watching the fireworks.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note: Many thanks to lovely ivorylasenza for the read-through and also for sharing the love for those two. <333s
“Are you finished?” Mikel asks before he gets up to take the plate away from Xabi. He smiles as Xabi nods, wiping his mouth with the white napkin and mumbling a polite, “Thank you, it was excellent.”
Xabi returned from his match against Aston Villa rather late this evening, thus Mikel offered to cook something for them and Xabi was more than glad to accept the invitation. Mikel prepared some dish with vegetables, fish and some fresh bread, typical for the Basque Country. He knows that Xabi likes traditional food best. It is a bit of home for him in Liverpool and reduces the homesickness. Just like Mikel himself.
When Mikel comes out of the kitchen, still smiling, he sees how Xabi gets up to approach him. Once they are standing face to face, Xabi softly starts stroking Mikel’s cheek before he bends over to kiss him slowly. One of Xabi’s hands caresses his lover’s back and Mikel might find himself dying a little here.
Eventually, Xabi breaks the kiss, just before asking whether Mikel would like to go out to have a walk around the Docks and to watch the fireworks for Guy Fawkes Night.
Mikel looks out of the window, checking for rain. It’s dry. He secretly curses the English weather and that it’s never the way you want it to be. So, he just answers that it’s cold and that they will be freezing and should watch the fireworks from the sofa in the living room instead.
But Xabi only laughs a little and promises that he will warm Mikel up afterwards. In the end Mikel has no other chance than agree - after trying to find a few more excuses, none of them seem to convince Xabi - to go out with Xabi as his lover hands him his jacket.
As soon as they are outside and the cold wind blows into Mikel’s face he curses some more. Again, Xabi only laughs softly as he grabs Mikel’s hand to hold it. Good thing about Guy Fawkes Night and it being cold is that there are only few people on the streets probably.
Walking along the Docks, they talk about this and that, Xabi speaks about the match and Mikel tells him what he did all day in return. It’s just this and that, really. As the wind blows again, Mikel squishes Xabi’s hand a bit, it’s a little reflex. He knows that this’ll not reduce the cold though.
Once they reach the harbour basins, they stop, standing next to each other. Xabi opens his arms, offering his lover the heat of his body, inviting him to snuggle close. And indeed, Mikel is more than thankful as he presses his body against Xabi’s.
With the next gust of wind, Mikel finds himself cursing again, as it blows through his jacket and sweater, right onto his skin, making him shiver. It never gets that cold in Spain, never. He is somewhat used to living by the coast and thus is also used to cold winds but this, this is a totally different league.
Xabi is slightly amused as he hugs Mikel a little tighter. To distract his lover, he randomly says “Mikel, look here” and “Mikel, look there” pointing to the wonderful figures the fireworks paint in the sky. The black Liverpool night is shimmering yellow and green and red. It’s white and blue and purple and just so very colourful. It looks warm.
Mikel still feels cold though. As he tells Xabi so, Xabi only laughs again and answers that Mikel is complaining like a little girl and that they only have been out for a few minutes. Mikel decides to pout a little, as Xabi turns to him.
“I love you, Mikel,” he says softly, his hand finding his lover’s chin, making Mikel look him directly in the eyes.
And then, suddenly Xabi bends over to kiss Mikel.
Softly, their lips meet, their faces cold from the fresh wind. At first Mikel hesitates before he opens up and allows Xabi to slip his tongue in. It feels like a first kiss, none of them quite sure of what to do, a bit shy.
Mikel concludes that this is kind of a first kiss. A first kiss in public with anyone being able to see them, anyone who just happens to walk by. He’s surprised he does not really care though, because, you know, it must have felt right for Xabi to kiss him here and now.
That’s why Mikel simply enjoys the kiss, returning it, stroking Xabi’s tongue with his own, slowly and heavily until they pant into the other’s mouth, a little aroused.
And for a moment Mikel forgets that he’s almost freezing to death.
When he finds Xabi caressing his back, moving over the thick jacket further down to Mikel’s bum, he cannot help but press himself a little more against Xabi. They completely forget about the fireworks and everything else around them. In this moment it’s just Mikel and Xabi. Xabi and Mikel, nothing more.
Eventually, Mikel breaks the kiss, grinning broadly at Xabi before he whispers his sweet, “I love you, too.”
Xabi returns the smile, running his fingers through Mikel’s hair. Mikel sighs as he leans against Xabi’s palm.
He concludes that he is damn lucky to have a man like Xabi on his side, a man who would stand up for him any time. Who does not even care about the danger of someone seeing them, because you know, telling your teammates - who can be trusted entirely - about your relationship with another man is still so very different from actually kissing your lover in public when there is danger of someone seeing it and making a headline out of it in tomorrow’s tabloids.
He knows how lucky he is.
Quickly, he brushes a peck on Xabi’s lips again, shivering, before he asks, “Can we finally go in now, Xabi?”
Xabi grins and nods as he grabs Mikel by the hand again, saying, “Yes, we can. Up for a hot bath?”
Mikel won’t say “no” to that.