Fic - Átame - Luis García/Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Title: ¡Átame! 
Author: benitle and ivorylasenza
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Luis García/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: It never happened, all lies.
Summary: A twisted little threesome full of Spanish hotness.
Note: Title stolen from Pedro Almodóvar. The title's translation would be 'tie me up!', it's taken from the movie. Written with lovely ivorylasenza. Twas great fun and thank you again for your help, love. It took almost 6 months. Posting this to distract myself a little from my evil Finance Exams...I need it. Right, hope I didn't overlook any mistakes.
There was no harm in it, and that's the God's honest truth.
Luis has always been uncomfortable around Mikel Arteta. Xabi's always known this, but he and Mikel have been friends for years so he always thought that Luis would learn to deal with it; would grow accustomed to that sweet, small, dark-haired Spaniard who came into Xabi's apartment, next door to his own, as if he lived there, who called him on the phone at any hour in the day just to ask "What are you doing?" or to tell him "You never guess what I saw today, Xabi."
Xabi and Mikel - it's always been that way. Since childhood, really, when they'd train together for their junior sides, their "little league," when they'd collect football stickers, Panini and Super Soccer, when they'd fill albums and gaze over at their heroes together over glasses of lemonade and sandwiches made for them by their mothers. Good old times.
Xabi hoped that Luis would get used to him, just like Xabi himself got used to Luis spending all his time with Nando or Riise. They had talked about this more than once and had agreed that sometimes, both of them need a bit of space, that it’s sometimes just good to spend time with other people, some kind of balance. There’s no need for drama or jealousy.
Mikki is this balance for Xabi. Nothing more than that.
Xabi and Mikel, boys who both moved to England in the same year, the same city; inevitable, really, since they'd done everything else together for as long back as Xabi can recall.
Played together. Grew up together. Suffered through school together.
Lived together, for a while, exchange students in the green hills of Ireland. Shared a room back there. Slept in the same room for almost a year, sometimes talking each other to sleep, especially on those days marked by homesickness. The other being there just made it less difficult.
It’d been a good childhood, a pleasant adolescence…a brilliant move into adulthood, and the best thing was that they’d done all that together.
He'd hoped, at one time, that Mikel would sign for Liverpool. He concluded, eventually, that Everton was the next best thing. Better than nothing, right?
They went out tonight to celebrate Mikel's permanent signing; a four year deal that would mean that the Xabi and Mikel partnership might just go on for a whole while longer, much to their mutual delight. Xabi missed his friends, was glad that many of them started arriving in the city, in the country. Sometimes there is just a need for people who understand you, without big explanations, who can read from your eyes what’s wrong, simply by looking into them.
Mikki’s always been able to do that for Xabi.
Xabi’s always been able to do it back.
They'd ordered champagne; the most expensive behind the bar. They totally forgot about time as the hours passed. Endless talks about this and that, about past memories and good times. Also about not so good times, when they had been there for each other.
Xabi can drink champagne until it comes out of his ears. In fact he’s hardly ever reached that certain point when you come to think that the last glass was too much. He can't remember when he threw up because of alcohol last, or even felt drunk.
Mikel is different. Little Mikki just can't handle alcohol. Two glasses, that’s enough for him.
It's always been that way.
Mikel gets clingy when he's drunk, cuddly even. When Mikel’s drunk he goes for a lot of hugs, tight hugs, but they’re just normal hugs, not like that, not like Mikel would hug a girlfriend. Maybe in such situations those hugs are not even a sign of platonic affection but rather more an excuse to keep his drunken body steady in Xabi’s arms.
Xabi never asked him about it.
Clingy Mikel. It's always been that way, too. It’s absolutely no big deal.
Xabi had laid him down on his own couch, in his own living room - the sole reason being, he didn't trust Mikel on his own. He'd covered him with a velour blanket and turned the lights out because Mikel can't handle brightness when he's hungover.
Xabi knows this. He's his best friend.
He'd told him to call him if he needed anything, that he'd be just in the other room - that if he needed to be sick, not to hesitate, that it was a new carpet and he didn't want it ruined.
Mikel had smiled and nodded his head, whispering "Yes. Sí. Love you."
It was meant platonically.
Xabi knows this, too.
He’d left him to sleep, had gone to bed, himself. He’d been…merry, and horny, and that might not be such a good combination, right now.
Sleep. Sleep is the better option.
Mikki will be a nightmare in the morning. Sleep might just be adequate preparation for it.
When Luis turns up unannounced and finds Mikel asleep on Xabi's couch, curled up with the blanket off Xabi's very own bed, ragged and heavily breathing, looking, for all intents and purposes, like he's just been fucked, it's probably understandable that he sees red.
He moves into Xabi's bedroom slowly, ever so slowly, and closes the door behind him.
His lover is asleep on the bed that they share so often, devoid of blanket, semi-naked beneath the sheets. His breathing is calm and even. Luis tries to remember what Xabi’s breathing is like when they sleep in each other’s arms after sex. He can’t remember, but it well might be like that.
The sound of the casement clicking shut is enough to wake Xabi.
"Luis," he whispers, blinking, hungover. "What are you doing here? I-I wasn't expecting you tonight."
Luis simply growls.
“I can see that.” Luis pauses for a second, gazing at Xabi. “How could you do this to me, Xabi? I thought I meant more to you than this.”
His hurt, his insecurity, it plays itself out in his anger, his possessive streak showing itself as he stalks over to the bed and glares down at his lover.
Xabi shivers, ever so slightly.
"John told me you two came home together," Luis whispers, softly. He looks so fucking hurt. So fucking angry. "I never thought it was true."
"I'm sorry..."
"He told me that you were holding hands when you left the club, Xabi. How could you?"
Xabi sighs. Fucking Riise. The only reason he says such things is to plant doubts in Luis' mind. The bad thing is that Luis might just believe him. The only reason Riise does that is because he wants the boy for himself.
Xabi thinks Riise can fuck off.
He also thinks that he's got a lot of explaining to do, a lot of convincing, making it good again.
He thinks he might just do anything to take this hurt, forlorn, borderline maniacal look away from Luis' soft, dark features.
“It’s not how it looks. He was…sick.”
“Yeah. He looked it. Exhausted, more like. What have you been doing all night? You look exhausted, too.”
Train of thoughts of an insecure little boy.
“Luis, please.”
He'd never, ever hurt him. He told him so often, but Luis simply won’t believe it.
Insecure Luis.
Mikel's like a brother to him.
Apparently, Xabi has a lot of making up to do and tonight, with Mikel still sleeping on the couch, Luis decides that it might be well to show Xabi who he belongs to.
When Xabi offers to do anything Luis asked, anything, anything to make it up to him, to make him feel secure, loved, he hadn't been expecting an all-out show of control such as the one that seems to be taking place right now, much to his admitted intrigue but overbearing discomfort.
Luis has expressed a desire to tie him down before, always curious for new things to try out.
Xabi's never let him do it, until now.
"It'll prove it," Luis explained simply. "It'll prove that you’re mine, Xabi. It'll prove to me that you're nobody else’s."
"You know that..."
Xabi had tried to save himself, his last attempts to get himself out of this situation and make it good with words. Usually, he’s good at convincing others with words, he knows how to select them well. Not tonight though.
"I need for you to show me."
It can’t be that bad after all, can it?
He's sorry he agreed to this, now, as Luis grabs his wrists firmly to tie them down.
“Luis, please. I don’t think I really like this.”
Xabi is pleading. Eyes widened, widened with a mixture of lust and unease. Maybe it’s even fear. Agreeing on certain things might be a mistake when they result from a decision made within a spilt second, especially when there is fight and hurt involved. It might be a mistake if the main influences are the willingness to please, to make the damage good again and the willingness to heal the wounds caused. He’s probably paying for his stupid mistakes now.
“Please be quiet, Xabi.”
Luis doesn’t listen, instead he ties the knots closer together. Tighter.
There is something in Xabi’s whimper - desperate whimper - that makes Luis hard. Probably the knowledge that he could do to Xabi anything he wants right now, seek revenge and pay back some of the hurt. Helpless little Xabi. Helpless little Xabi tied to the bed. Helpless little Xabi tied to the bed with strong rope that bruises his slim wrists. If he’d only stop struggling so hard!
Xabi knows that Luis, cute little Lu, cute little Lu who they all pat on the head and patronise like a fucking child, would never, ever hurt him.
He wouldn't, would he?
But, then, Luis thought that Xabi would never hurt him, either.
“Luis, please! I think I don’t want this anymore. Untie me now, ok? Please...I've said I'm sorry. I've explained. Please...”
Again. It’s the sound, the undertone in the Basque’s voice that sends a flash right into Luis’ cock. He looks so hurt, so broken, like a small puppy that had been kicked by mean, devilish children after retrieving the stick.
Luis hasn’t even started yet. The best parts are still to come.
“Stop whining. You don’t want me to gag you, right?”
Quickly, Xabi shakes his head as he thinks about the cloth lying on the bed next to them. There’s plenty. He thinks about Mikel sleeping soundly in the next room and that's enough; that's enough to keep him quiet.
This is all just a game after all. A funny little game between lovers.
There'll be no screaming. No more whining, no more struggling. It’ll be over soon, he tries to tell himself.
Xabi watches Luis closely as the Catalan undresses both of them slowly. He suddenly feels so naked after his boxers have been pulled down. Unguided. Vulnerable, somehow.
"I want to write my name on you, Xabi, so that everyone knows you're mine."
Luis starts nibbling, biting him all over. Greedy teeth take everything they can find. Soft skin, firm muscles. A hard bite that makes Xabi hiss. He can’t help but release an almost inaudible sound, even though he knows Luis told him to be quiet. Luis bites again, harder this time.
Ouch! That fucking hurt!
Xabi looks down at his thigh, the place where Luis just bit him. It’s burning red. Hot. Perfect imprint of Luis’ teeth. There will be a bruise tomorrow. Maybe Xabi should distract himself - whimpering is probably not a good idea right now - by thinking about possible excuses for the dressing room tomorrow. They will see. And they will ask him about it. Maybe he can blame it on that mysterious girlfriend.
Ouch! Again!
'Vicious bitch, isn't she, Xabi? Does she scratch you, too?'
Short nails scrape over smooth skin. Xabi watches how the white strips from the scratch on his chest slowly turn red. He can feel how his skin reacts, emitting heat. Fooling itself, as if this would make it better. For a brief moment, Xabi holds his breath. It looks as if he had been beaten with a belt. He hopes Luis does not have the same thoughts…
A little less teeth and rope and pressing Xabi into the mattress and everything would be fine, maybe a bit more of tender stroking instead.
Or simply letting him go.
Accepting his apology.
Maybe Luis could do that? Of course not. He's insecure, is Luis. Always has been.
Xabi always tells him he's beautiful but Luis only chuckles then, shaking his head. He never believes it.
“Luis, please.”
It was probably a mistake to speak. To whimper.
Luis’ eyes are black, huge. In his current state Xabi lost the ability to distinguish whether it’s total arousal or whether it’s total fury. Xabi wouldn’t be surprised if Luis slapped him hard across the face now.
But Luis only smirks before he lays himself down next to Xabi. Slowly, his hand finds its way into the Basque’s hair, long fingers running through it. Luis strokes the side of Xabi’s head with gentle fingertips and Xabi can’t help but lean against the Catalan’s palm.
Can we talk now? Has he calmed down?
Suddenly, and without a warning, Luis’ grip tightens; his hand yanks Xabi’s head to the side.
Xabi gasps, cries out, just in the moment Luis bites down hard again. A muffled, suppressed cry. Roughly, Luis sucks at his throat. A love bite is definitely the least thing Xabi needs right now. For a brief moment, he wonders whether ‘love bite’ is the right expression in this weird situation anyway.
"Mine," Luis growls. "Mine, Xabi."
This is about possession, about reaffirming what's "his". Branding his pilotage area.
This is about proving Riise wrong when he tells him that Xabi's anybody's, that they're not exclusive, that he might as well go out and pick up someone else because Xabi's far too carefree to ever stick to one person at one time. This is about showing Mikel that Xabi is his and always will be.
Slowly, Luis softens, blowing hot and cold breath over Xabi's body.
His anger diminishes, just that little bit.
It's replaced by frustration, sexual tension.
Xabi notices. Notices how the whole expression on Luis’ face softens and he likes that a bit more than he liked the blackness of the boy's eyes.
Luis places his hands on Xabi’s knees. He teases, stroking Xabi lightly, running only his thumbs over the side of Xabi’s knee. The skin around the kneecap is so sensitive. He’s good at teasing, is Luis. Xabi thinks he might start purring any minute, instead he releases a soft moan.
This is how it should be.
Xabi can ignore the ropes, burning at his wrists, as long as Luis is doing this to him, teasing him this way, tickling him.
It's not so bad. It's not so bad, being unable to touch Luis back. It makes for a tantric experience. Once Luis moves past the anger that he is apparently feeling, the desire to teach Xabi some kind of lesson, to control him, once Luis begins to calm down and actually tease him, Xabi thinks that maybe, just maybe, this could turn out to be an interesting experience.
"That's nice," he whispers, softly. "That's nice, Luis. Keep on doing that."
Luis continues caressing him gently but then suddenly, again without a warning, Luis yanks his legs apart, forcing his thighs to open. Xabi feels unguided, weak. He hates that. Luis nibbles the inner side of Xabi’s thighs before he settles between them.
The Catalan bends over to continue the nibbling. His teeth find Xabi’s throat and dark, hard nipples as Luis moves downwards. Xabi can’t help but release a few more moans.
As Luis grinds his erection against Xabi, as he presses his hard-on into Xabi’s crotch, the Basque finds himself respond immediately, his still soft cock slowly stiffening. The friction feels good. More. It makes him want more.
“Luis, don’t tease,” he pleads again. But this time not because of fear but because of lust. Desire. He needs to feel Luis. Now. Fucking right now.
The fact that he can't grab a hold of him, can't pull him close, can't tease his malleable body into what he wants, where he wants it, that frustrates Xabi more than anything.
"Just mine," Luis whispers as he rubs a little harder, licks his tongue across Xabi's neckline.
Xabi gasps.
"Just yours, Luis...please...you know that...please..."
Luis bites down again. Hard, making the delicate skin bruise.
Signs his name, writes it all over Xabi’s pale chest.
Xabi moans against him. He thinks that the rule 'make no sound' is no longer valid as he releases little sounds of pleasure. The only thing he secretly prays for is that Mikel's sleep is deep enough. Not that Xabi would dare speak the name out right now, as he knows of its effects. And more rage and angry bites, well, he can do perfectly fine without those.
Luis bends down to kiss Xabi. He kisses him passionately with short, quick strokes of his tongue. Roughly, Luis sucks Xabi's lower lip, taking it between his teeth, biting it.
The Catalan pants into Xabi's mouth, moaning loudly. Louder than usual. He doesn't mind if this wakes Mikel up. After all this is about showing that Xabi is his, no one else's, especially not Mikel's. There's nothing wrong with making him hear it.
Luis thinks that there is no more time to lose, that he should get on with it already. Thus, he bends over, fetching the lube from the drawer in the bedside table where Xabi uses to keep it. Xabi pants heavily, it might well be anticipation.
With a click Luis opens the tube before he squishes some of the clear liquid into his palms. Long, hard strokes over his cock, smearing plenty onto it. However, there is no time to push one or two fingers into Xabi, no time to prepare him carefully, instead Luis immediately places his cock against Xabi, just to enter into him the next moment. Xabi can’t help but grimace and grit his teeth as he cries out loud. Luis sets a hard, a quick pace thrusting into him again and again, while his nails dig into Xabi’s delicate arms.
Xabi can feel that Luis is still angry, can feel it from the way Luis roughly takes him. Not that Luis actually hurts him, now that he slowly got used to the feeling, but still it’s clearly different from the way a calm Luis would take him.
Luis’ passion and his anger is definitely a turn on. Both Luis’ and his own breathing become shorter and from the way Luis’ thrusts come more and more irregularly, Xabi can tell that it won’t take Luis much more to come. This is the moment when the door…
*****
Mikki’s eyes flutter open to the sound of company, another Spanish voice with an accent different to his own, to Xabi’s, but that yet sounds somewhat familiar. Luis, probably. It’s always Luis.
Luis this, Luis that...
Xabi loves Luis, he thinks, although he’s never actually said it.
His head spins with the remnants of alcohol and the first thing he thinks to do is swallow. Hard, to stop himself from being sick.
Then, he groans as he leans over the side of the couch to stop the room from spinning.
He giggles a little because that’s what champagne does to him and he hasn’t even had enough time to sleep it off, yet, is still tired, aching, actually, but…that voice.
That voice is drawing him into curiosity, as it says “Stop, Xabi,” “Mine, Xabi.”
“Quiet, Xabi.”
He hears nothing from Xabi in return and that, to him, is amusing. Intelligent Xabi who always finds something intelligent to say.
If only the room would keep itself still, he might just be able to investigate. Doesn’t matter, though. It can spin as much as it likes. He can still walk. Xabi brought him here because he’s daft. Mikki can look after himself, doesn’t need his friend taking care of him when his apartment is just across the hall.
Not far, at all.
Is he that drunk that he couldn’t be allowed home? He doesn’t feel it. Can’t control his legs, but he’s not drunk enough for that. Noooo. Never.
Xabi was just being silly. Daft.
Estupido.
“No, Luis...Luis, please...”
Another giggle. Perhaps Xabi wanted him to hear this? Perhaps he and Luis wanted an audience?
Always a possibility.
Funny, that.
Mikel gets up, finally, and waits for the head rush to pass, holds his head to try to press away the dizziness but only ends up scratching himself, making his forehead bleed and gives up because, apparently, he can’t even do that by himself.
Oh.
Perhaps Xabi wasn’t so estupido after all. He’s a little bit useless, at the minute.
Naked, too, aside from his boxer shorts.
Did Xabi undress him, too?
God. That’s embarrassing. Isn’t it? Mikki doesn’t feel embarrassed. Smiles, in fact, because Xabi’s such a good friend that he did that for him, undressed him, folded his clothes in a neat little pile on the floor and, aw, that’s nice...
That’s sweet.
Mikki likes Xabi lots.
So does Luis, by the sounds of it, but he already knew that.
Xabi told him, tells him everything. Well, he hasn’t told him something like ‘Luis and I are sleeping together’, but many little hints that made it clear. At least this is what Mikel imagines.
Luis this, Luis that.
But best friends, sí? They do that. Talk about everything.
What they don’t do is creep up on each other, just to see what’s going in their bedroom when they wake up, drunk and curious, itching to know what’s behind Door Number Two.
He supports himself using the wall, just so he’s walking in a straight line, and quietly, ever so quietly, opens the door.
Just a peep.
Just a crack.
It’s enough. It’s enough, that he can see everything, and...fuck...guh...well, yes, he wasn’t expecting that.
Not from Xabi.
He actually voices it out loud, too intoxicated to gag himself.
“Oh my God...”
It takes Mikel some time to realise that he’s actually seeing his best friend being taken by another man, seeing him tied to the bed. Mikel always thought that Xabi was secretly kinky, but being given the confirmation, well, that’s still shocking to a certain degree. Maybe it’s also the fact that Xabi is the one being fucked and not the other way around.
Mikel is not given much time to think about it though (and in his current state he’d need a lot of time to produce any coherent thoughts) as Luis stops moving and turns around to face Mikel. Luis’ eyes are black as he focuses on him.
No one speaks for a brief moment.
Xabi’s eyes only spring wide open. He’s shocked as he shakes his head frenetically as if to warn Mikel and tell him to turn around and leave. His lips form words, without speaking them out, but Mikel cannot decipher them in his current state.
Eventually, Luis speaks, “Oh, looks as if you woke up from the dead, Mikel.”
The words are pronounced very clearly and slowly in Barcelona-accented Spanish. It sounds a bit dangerous, the way Luis growls them.
“I’m sorry,“ Mikki giggles, “I didn’t want to interfere…erm.. this. I better go. Sí.”
He giggles again, like a little boy.
Blame it on the champagne.
Luis’ dark eyes sparkle like little diamonds as he excitedly licks his lips. As Mikel stumbles a few steps back, trying to get out of the room the little Spaniard gets up from the bed, slowly approaching. He’s about the same height as Mikel, same type even. Dark hair, slim shoulders, seemingly weak. Xabi’s taste one could say.
Luis approaches, reaching out for Mikel with his hand. Eventually he whispers, “You know, Mikel, you should stay a little. Xabi here has a lesson to learn and you could join us.”
“NO!” is Xabi’s immediate response from the bed. “Let him go, Luis, please.”
Xabi can hear from Luis’ voice that some of the earlier anger is back. Xabi pleads again, hoping that it will convince Luis to bring Mikel back to the couch and just leave him alone. Besides, Xabi is not very fond of his best friend watching when he is being done by his boyfriend.
Xabi tries to get up, only to be reminded of the ties he had already forgotten. He writhes, feels the need to do something.
Can’t get himself free.
All he can do is watch as Luis grabs Mikel by the wrist and leads him over to the bed. He sits the drunken man down carefully at the foot of the bed before he focuses on Xabi again.
Xabi still shakes his head as if to tell Luis that he thinks this is a bad idea.
However, in this particular moment, Luis couldn’t care any less. He knows, he enjoys that Mikel is watching him closely, curiously as he bends down to bite the inner side of Xabi’s thigh. It’s like showing Xabi how determined he is.
And then, Luis sits up again, focusing on Mikel. He had never noticed before how pretty Mikel is. Long eyelashes. Soft, dark skin.
Hair, so much darker than his own.
He’s quite beautiful, really.
Luis smirks as he places his hands on Mikel’s thighs. Mikel looks at him with big eyes, not quite understanding what’s going on right now. He still does not understand as Luis starts stroking him and he still does not understand as Luis bends over, whispering against Mikel’s lips,
“You know, Mikel. Xabi has been a very bad boy. He thinks he could just fuck around and not care about the way I feel. But what he can do, I can do too.”
With finishing the sentence, Luis turns around to look at Xabi. Frenetically, Xabi shakes his head, even though he lost hope that this would change anything. Uncomfortable. Xabi definitely feels uncomfortable, being tied up, naked on the same bed as his angry and equally naked lover who is caressing Xabi’s drunk and almost as naked best friend.
It seems like a scenario from a bad movie. It feels like a scenario from a bad movie.
“I warn you, Xabi. Don’t you dare look away,” Luis growls.
Stupid illusion of Luis having calmed down.
Xabi knows not to provoke Luis even more and forces himself to look as Luis bends over to kiss Mikel greedily. It feels like a hard punch in the guts, yet he brings himself to keep watching. Xabi watches as Luis’ lips clash with Mikel’s and Xabi wonders whether the sharp pain in his stomach is jealousy.
He would love to tell Luis that he does not deserve this, that he did nothing wrong, yet he knows that Luis would not believe him anyway. All that remains for Xabi is to watch as the two most important persons in his life kiss in front of his eyes. He watches how Mikel starts kissing Luis back, how their tongues meet, lapping, licking at the other’s.
And it hurts.
It hurts and turns him on.
The way Luis strokes the back of Mikel’s head with one hand and Mikel’s naked chest with the other reminds Xabi of the way Luis would caress him during sex. Yet, the fact that remains a difference, even though it seems so alike, somehow makes it slightly easier and a little more bearable. It’s hard to explain and Xabi does not make much sense to himself either.
When Luis kisses Mikel he tastes champagne, a lot of champagne. From the way Mikel had stood in the door, giggling, Luis had already assumed that Mikel was not quite sober, and the taste of Mikel’s lips and tongue only confirms it.
Luis lets his hands glide over Mikel’s body, knowing too well that Xabi is watching. When he finds Mikel’s nipples he slightly pinches them, making Mikel moan into his mouth.
Then, Luis suddenly stops kissing Mikel, shoves him away a bit even. Slowly, Luis turns to see the expression on Xabi’s face. He smirks when he sees his lover biting his lips and shifting nervously.
“So, Xabi,” he says before he focuses on Mikel again. His hand finds Mikel’s hair before he pulls him close to whisper against Mikel’s lips, “I want you to kiss Xabi.”
Mikel licks his lips, still not moving though. Eventually, Luis loses his patience and pushes Mikel onto Xabi. Both men shiver, not quite sure whether to do it or not.
Luis lies down next to them, laughing softly, “So, you can fuck behind my back and when I’m there you’re too shy?”
“That’s not true, Luis. And you know that,” Xabi tries to protest but Luis simply continues glaring at him.
“Kiss him, Mikel,” Luis orders again.
The younger man offers a chaste peck on the cheek, then grins as if to ask “Didn’t I do well?”
Luis shakes his head.
“Not good enough.”
Mikel smiles, giddily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand where Luis’ taste remains before looking back at the man who it seems isn’t very happy with them.
Why?
They didn’t have sex, did they? Mikki can’t remember, assumes not because he’d remember, wouldn’t he? Something like that, he wouldn’t forget.
He’s wanted it for so long that, when it happened, would he not recall? Would it not be the best moment of his life?
Surely he’d remember fulfilling a dream like that?
Silly thought.
Especially when spoken out loud. He looks up, having lost himself for a second, and sees Xabi gaping at him, open-mouthed and shocked senseless.
“You…you...Mikki, what are you saying?”
“I don’t know?”
He really doesn’t. He’s not quite in control of his mouth, right now, seems to be speaking thoughts out loud when he should be being careful what he says.
Shouldn’t he?
Oh, but his brain’s cotton wool, right now.
He finds it funny. He giggles a little.
“I never knew you felt that way, Mikel,” Xabi says, softly. “I never thought you wanted to…”
Shakes his head. Can’t continue.
Luis did. Luis could tell. Luis could always tell. He hasn’t spent that much time with the boy, but the rare occasions that they went anywhere together, to movies, for dinner, as a group of Spaniards all finding their way in a new city together, he’d noticed the glances that Mikel passed towards Xabi.
Shy looks, out of the corner of his eye, blinking his eyes away when caught out.
He’d noticed the quiet gestures, the hands brushing larger hands, the smiles.
The secrets.
Always with the silly little secrets…
It hadn’t hurt him, because Xabi had never reciprocated. It had been unrequited.
Until now. Or, so he’d thought?
Judging by Xabi’s face, though, by the expression in his eyes, his mouth wide open, Luis has to ask himself whether they really did do anything, whether Riise really was just winding him up because he knows Xabi, and Xabi? Didn’t know a thing about how Mikel felt.
He’s too naïve to know that, it seems.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mikki shrugs his shoulders.
“Dunno.”
Luis has the quiet thought that maybe, just maybe, he’s made a mistake after all. Part of him wants to reach up, untie Xabi, tell him he’s sorry and kiss him until he forgives him.
But, then, looking around him, looking at what he’s got…a beautiful, dark haired Spaniard willing to do anything that’s asked of him because he might just be too drunk to make his own decisions and his own lover, tied up, caught in between the two men that love him the most.
It’d make for an interesting night, if they could just…work something out?
Besides, he’s got a taste for Mikel now, and to say that he was the equivalent of vintage French alcohol would not be an understatement.
He doesn’t want to let that go easily. Not yet.
Not right now.
“You can kiss him, Mikel” he says, softly, stroking the boy’s hair. “If it’s what you’ve always wanted…”
“…for so long…”
“Xabi won’t mind, will you?”
If the truth were known, Xabi’s in shock. Body shock. He’s all but shaking, because this night is turning out to be one of the strangest nights of his life and the fact that he’s got no control over it is all but killing him.
He only has to look at Mikel once, though, and his apprehensions wane, just a little. He looks so intense like this, dark eyes meeting his own, long eyelashes blinking into a focus that’s not quite right and, the way he’s looking at Xabi’s lips is just breathtaking.
Luis watches closely, licks his lips in anticipation of the kiss that’s been a long time coming.
Mikel closes his eyes as he leans down, slightly off balance but improving as the seconds pass by, and his lips meet Xabi’s slowly, tentative at first, but no less heartfelt for it.
Luis finds himself…moved, by these two. Can’t find it in himself to look away.
Not even when Mikki’s small hands trail up the front of Xabi’s chest, making him arch and moan the way that he so often does for Luis, himself.
Dark skin meets paler, and it’s like a horizon, of sorts, and as black hair meets with burnt auburn, it’s like a meeting of two words, ironically both from the same part of the world, and it seems…right, somehow.
It seems perfect.
Luis feels like he’s witnessing something very, very special, here, is happy in the knowledge that it’s a masterpiece of his own creation. He can sit back for a while. Sit back and simply enjoy.
There is no sense in denying that he does feel jealous, because who wouldn’t if your lover is being kissed in front of your eyes by his best friend, who apparently in return has been dying to do so for a long time. Somehow, Luis can’t bring himself to being angry at any of them. Really, if it was him encouraging them.
So he just watches as Mikel kisses Xabi.
It’s a slow and heavy kiss, totally different from the way he and Mikel had kissed. He watches as Mikel sucks Xabi’s lower lip, tentatively at first but then more roughly. Yet, Xabi is hesitant, does not really kiss Mikel back. Luis thinks that Xabi is worried about making him angry, knowing that he is still somewhat at Luis’ mercy, still being tied to the bed, not able to defend himself in any way.
That’s why Luis bends down to nibble Xabi’s earlobe and to whisper,
“It’s ok, Xabi. I won’t be angry. Come on, kiss him.”
With finishing the sentence, Luis strokes Xabi’s cheek as if to show it that is really is ok.
Still, it takes Xabi some time, it’s as if he is not fully convinced that nothing bad will happen if he gives in. But then, he simply cannot help it.
Who could? Being disturbed just in the moment before orgasm by the very same person that is lying on top of him now, kissing him fiercely.
Xabi had thought about kissing Mikel in the past, imagined how it would be to kiss him like that, more than just a little peck between best friends. Never had he ever thought about going for it though. He cares about Luis, and about being faithful to Luis. However, there can’t be anything wrong with it if it’s Luis himself who tells him to do it.
So, Xabi starts kissing Mikel back. The taste of champagne is being refreshed in his mouth, almost identical to the taste of earlier this night. Almost. This time though, it’s mixed with the tastes of Mikel and Luis.
Xabi feels himself being turned on. And from the way Mikel sucks and nibbles at his lips, while sliding his hands over Xabi’s body. Luis’ touches are teasingly light, almost not there. At least on Xabi’s body. But from the corner of his eyes Xabi can see how one of Luis’ little hands moves over Mikel’s back, upwards the spine until he reaches Mikel’s hair.
Needily, Xabi pushes his hips up, grinding himself against the man lying between his legs. With Luis no longer thrusting into him, taking him at a fast pace there is something missing. Xabi can feel how his best friend’s body responds in that same way, how he gets hard from the friction, from the burning kisses and the firm stroking.
Xabi would love to reach out for Luis, to touch him in some way and make him involved more than those light - too light - kisses from Luis, but the cuffs make it impossible. Make it impossible to do anything in any way besides lay there and wait to be satisfied. It’s slightly frustrating.
Yet, Xabi feels how it tickles in his tummy, the way it always does when he’s sexually excited and when there won’t be need for much more to make him come. Xabi could say that he is desperate by now and that he wants more than both Mikel and Luis kissing and nibbling at his skin.
“That’s enough, Mikel,” a small hand is placed on the Basque’s shoulder. Luis smiles at him as he slowly pulls him back, makes him sit between Xabi’s spread legs. Mikel smiles shyly, does no longer seem to be ridiculously drunk anymore, as Luis reaches out to kiss him on the lips. He tastes Xabi when he laps at Mikel’s tongue. From the corner of his eyes Luis can see how Xabi bites his lips, watching Luis and Mikel kiss greedily in front of his eyes.
Slowly, enjoying every inch of Mikel’s body, Luis kisses his way further down. Lips and tongue moving over jaw and throat, collarbone and chest. Until he finds dark little nipples, further down Mikel’s bellybutton where dark, fuzzy hair leads to Luis’ final destination.
Mikel is still sitting between Xabi’s legs as he leans back a bit, bracing on his arms, making it easy for Xabi to observe the whole situation. Once Luis licked his way to the hem of Mikel’s boxers he does not hesitate a second before he pulls them down far enough to free Mikel’s hard-on. Without a second thought, Luis takes him in, first lapping at the underside, pressing his tongue against it. Mikel releases a loud groan as the Catalan takes him in completely, moving his skilful lips over his length.
Xabi bites his lips even harder as he watches Luis slowly suck Mikel’s cock. He shivers because he can remember all too well how it feels, can remember all too well, because Luis has done it to him so many times and it always felt excellent. He shivers nervously as he sees how Mikel gasps, throwing his head back and quickly thrusting into Luis’ mouth, definitely enjoying the treatment.
Luis himself simply concentrates on what he is doing, on giving Mikel that little bit of pleasure that he deserves. And besides, he really enjoys what he is doing. He does not mind and he does not gag as the speed of Mikel thrusting into the wet surrounding that is Luis’ throat, becomes even faster. And then, Mikel empties himself into Luis mouth, white liquid spraying out. Luis waits patiently until Mikel is done completely before he lets the Basque’s cock slip out.
When Luis looks at Mikel the other man blushes furiously and has to turn away his gaze, but Luis only laughs softly and whispers into his ear that he should settle next to Xabi and kiss him again. Mikel smiles shyly, smiles at Luis and smiles at Xabi as he lays down, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Xabi’s neck.
And then, it’s Luis’ turn to lay down on top of Xabi. When their lips clash, when the kiss fiercely, Xabi moans, moans at the passionate kiss and the taste of Mikel covering his tongue. Needy, Xabi is needy. And he is glad to feel that it does not seem to be any different for Luis, as Luis grinds himself against Xabi, once more pressing his erection against the Basque’s.
Xabi himself pushes up, searching for more stimulation and hoping that Luis will understand and finally give him sweet release. It indeed looks as if he did understand, as Luis sits back and reaches for the lube once more. Teasingly slow he prepares Xabi, thoroughly with his fingers.
Xabi wants to tell him to get on with it already, but his lips are now claimed by Mikel. Greedily Mikel drinks Xabi’s moan and also the little hiss when Luis thrusts into him in one fluid motion.
Luis immediately sets a fast pace, taking Xabi with long hard thrusts that drive him almost insane. Like all good things in life, it’s over too quickly. It always is. Xabi would love to prolong it somehow, enjoys the sensation of both Luis and Mikel doing him good, but with being tied up and being kissed fiercely by his best friend there is no chance to move or say anything.
The familiar tickling of his thighs tells him he won’t last much longer and also from Luis’ rhythm he can tell that his lover must be close too. That and the way he threw back his head and bites his lips.
And indeed. It’s only a matter of seconds until they both come, Luis into the tightness of Xabi’s body and said body quivering around Luis’ cock. For a few seconds Luis just rests his head on Xabi’s chest, breathing heavily against the milky skin. Eventually, he pulls out to settle next to Xabi.
No one’s speaking, everyone’s lost for words in their own way. Mikel’s still a little embarrassed as he snuggles against Xabi, hiding his face in the crook of his best friend’s neck. Luis doesn’t say anything either. After undoing Xabi’s ties, Luis rests against him on the other side, panting heavily, exhausted. And Xabi, Xabi concludes that in this very moment there is no need to talk and that they well can postpone this until tomorrow.
Before he drifts off into a pleasant dream, he makes a mental note to thank Riise for being such an idiot one day.
Author: benitle and ivorylasenza
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Luis García/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: It never happened, all lies.
Summary: A twisted little threesome full of Spanish hotness.
Note: Title stolen from Pedro Almodóvar. The title's translation would be 'tie me up!', it's taken from the movie. Written with lovely ivorylasenza. Twas great fun and thank you again for your help, love. It took almost 6 months. Posting this to distract myself a little from my evil Finance Exams...I need it. Right, hope I didn't overlook any mistakes.
There was no harm in it, and that's the God's honest truth.
Luis has always been uncomfortable around Mikel Arteta. Xabi's always known this, but he and Mikel have been friends for years so he always thought that Luis would learn to deal with it; would grow accustomed to that sweet, small, dark-haired Spaniard who came into Xabi's apartment, next door to his own, as if he lived there, who called him on the phone at any hour in the day just to ask "What are you doing?" or to tell him "You never guess what I saw today, Xabi."
Xabi and Mikel - it's always been that way. Since childhood, really, when they'd train together for their junior sides, their "little league," when they'd collect football stickers, Panini and Super Soccer, when they'd fill albums and gaze over at their heroes together over glasses of lemonade and sandwiches made for them by their mothers. Good old times.
Xabi hoped that Luis would get used to him, just like Xabi himself got used to Luis spending all his time with Nando or Riise. They had talked about this more than once and had agreed that sometimes, both of them need a bit of space, that it’s sometimes just good to spend time with other people, some kind of balance. There’s no need for drama or jealousy.
Mikki is this balance for Xabi. Nothing more than that.
Xabi and Mikel, boys who both moved to England in the same year, the same city; inevitable, really, since they'd done everything else together for as long back as Xabi can recall.
Played together. Grew up together. Suffered through school together.
Lived together, for a while, exchange students in the green hills of Ireland. Shared a room back there. Slept in the same room for almost a year, sometimes talking each other to sleep, especially on those days marked by homesickness. The other being there just made it less difficult.
It’d been a good childhood, a pleasant adolescence…a brilliant move into adulthood, and the best thing was that they’d done all that together.
He'd hoped, at one time, that Mikel would sign for Liverpool. He concluded, eventually, that Everton was the next best thing. Better than nothing, right?
They went out tonight to celebrate Mikel's permanent signing; a four year deal that would mean that the Xabi and Mikel partnership might just go on for a whole while longer, much to their mutual delight. Xabi missed his friends, was glad that many of them started arriving in the city, in the country. Sometimes there is just a need for people who understand you, without big explanations, who can read from your eyes what’s wrong, simply by looking into them.
Mikki’s always been able to do that for Xabi.
Xabi’s always been able to do it back.
They'd ordered champagne; the most expensive behind the bar. They totally forgot about time as the hours passed. Endless talks about this and that, about past memories and good times. Also about not so good times, when they had been there for each other.
Xabi can drink champagne until it comes out of his ears. In fact he’s hardly ever reached that certain point when you come to think that the last glass was too much. He can't remember when he threw up because of alcohol last, or even felt drunk.
Mikel is different. Little Mikki just can't handle alcohol. Two glasses, that’s enough for him.
It's always been that way.
Mikel gets clingy when he's drunk, cuddly even. When Mikel’s drunk he goes for a lot of hugs, tight hugs, but they’re just normal hugs, not like that, not like Mikel would hug a girlfriend. Maybe in such situations those hugs are not even a sign of platonic affection but rather more an excuse to keep his drunken body steady in Xabi’s arms.
Xabi never asked him about it.
Clingy Mikel. It's always been that way, too. It’s absolutely no big deal.
Xabi had laid him down on his own couch, in his own living room - the sole reason being, he didn't trust Mikel on his own. He'd covered him with a velour blanket and turned the lights out because Mikel can't handle brightness when he's hungover.
Xabi knows this. He's his best friend.
He'd told him to call him if he needed anything, that he'd be just in the other room - that if he needed to be sick, not to hesitate, that it was a new carpet and he didn't want it ruined.
Mikel had smiled and nodded his head, whispering "Yes. Sí. Love you."
It was meant platonically.
Xabi knows this, too.
He’d left him to sleep, had gone to bed, himself. He’d been…merry, and horny, and that might not be such a good combination, right now.
Sleep. Sleep is the better option.
Mikki will be a nightmare in the morning. Sleep might just be adequate preparation for it.
When Luis turns up unannounced and finds Mikel asleep on Xabi's couch, curled up with the blanket off Xabi's very own bed, ragged and heavily breathing, looking, for all intents and purposes, like he's just been fucked, it's probably understandable that he sees red.
He moves into Xabi's bedroom slowly, ever so slowly, and closes the door behind him.
His lover is asleep on the bed that they share so often, devoid of blanket, semi-naked beneath the sheets. His breathing is calm and even. Luis tries to remember what Xabi’s breathing is like when they sleep in each other’s arms after sex. He can’t remember, but it well might be like that.
The sound of the casement clicking shut is enough to wake Xabi.
"Luis," he whispers, blinking, hungover. "What are you doing here? I-I wasn't expecting you tonight."
Luis simply growls.
“I can see that.” Luis pauses for a second, gazing at Xabi. “How could you do this to me, Xabi? I thought I meant more to you than this.”
His hurt, his insecurity, it plays itself out in his anger, his possessive streak showing itself as he stalks over to the bed and glares down at his lover.
Xabi shivers, ever so slightly.
"John told me you two came home together," Luis whispers, softly. He looks so fucking hurt. So fucking angry. "I never thought it was true."
"I'm sorry..."
"He told me that you were holding hands when you left the club, Xabi. How could you?"
Xabi sighs. Fucking Riise. The only reason he says such things is to plant doubts in Luis' mind. The bad thing is that Luis might just believe him. The only reason Riise does that is because he wants the boy for himself.
Xabi thinks Riise can fuck off.
He also thinks that he's got a lot of explaining to do, a lot of convincing, making it good again.
He thinks he might just do anything to take this hurt, forlorn, borderline maniacal look away from Luis' soft, dark features.
“It’s not how it looks. He was…sick.”
“Yeah. He looked it. Exhausted, more like. What have you been doing all night? You look exhausted, too.”
Train of thoughts of an insecure little boy.
“Luis, please.”
He'd never, ever hurt him. He told him so often, but Luis simply won’t believe it.
Insecure Luis.
Mikel's like a brother to him.
Apparently, Xabi has a lot of making up to do and tonight, with Mikel still sleeping on the couch, Luis decides that it might be well to show Xabi who he belongs to.
When Xabi offers to do anything Luis asked, anything, anything to make it up to him, to make him feel secure, loved, he hadn't been expecting an all-out show of control such as the one that seems to be taking place right now, much to his admitted intrigue but overbearing discomfort.
Luis has expressed a desire to tie him down before, always curious for new things to try out.
Xabi's never let him do it, until now.
"It'll prove it," Luis explained simply. "It'll prove that you’re mine, Xabi. It'll prove to me that you're nobody else’s."
"You know that..."
Xabi had tried to save himself, his last attempts to get himself out of this situation and make it good with words. Usually, he’s good at convincing others with words, he knows how to select them well. Not tonight though.
"I need for you to show me."
It can’t be that bad after all, can it?
He's sorry he agreed to this, now, as Luis grabs his wrists firmly to tie them down.
“Luis, please. I don’t think I really like this.”
Xabi is pleading. Eyes widened, widened with a mixture of lust and unease. Maybe it’s even fear. Agreeing on certain things might be a mistake when they result from a decision made within a spilt second, especially when there is fight and hurt involved. It might be a mistake if the main influences are the willingness to please, to make the damage good again and the willingness to heal the wounds caused. He’s probably paying for his stupid mistakes now.
“Please be quiet, Xabi.”
Luis doesn’t listen, instead he ties the knots closer together. Tighter.
There is something in Xabi’s whimper - desperate whimper - that makes Luis hard. Probably the knowledge that he could do to Xabi anything he wants right now, seek revenge and pay back some of the hurt. Helpless little Xabi. Helpless little Xabi tied to the bed. Helpless little Xabi tied to the bed with strong rope that bruises his slim wrists. If he’d only stop struggling so hard!
Xabi knows that Luis, cute little Lu, cute little Lu who they all pat on the head and patronise like a fucking child, would never, ever hurt him.
He wouldn't, would he?
But, then, Luis thought that Xabi would never hurt him, either.
“Luis, please! I think I don’t want this anymore. Untie me now, ok? Please...I've said I'm sorry. I've explained. Please...”
Again. It’s the sound, the undertone in the Basque’s voice that sends a flash right into Luis’ cock. He looks so hurt, so broken, like a small puppy that had been kicked by mean, devilish children after retrieving the stick.
Luis hasn’t even started yet. The best parts are still to come.
“Stop whining. You don’t want me to gag you, right?”
Quickly, Xabi shakes his head as he thinks about the cloth lying on the bed next to them. There’s plenty. He thinks about Mikel sleeping soundly in the next room and that's enough; that's enough to keep him quiet.
This is all just a game after all. A funny little game between lovers.
There'll be no screaming. No more whining, no more struggling. It’ll be over soon, he tries to tell himself.
Xabi watches Luis closely as the Catalan undresses both of them slowly. He suddenly feels so naked after his boxers have been pulled down. Unguided. Vulnerable, somehow.
"I want to write my name on you, Xabi, so that everyone knows you're mine."
Luis starts nibbling, biting him all over. Greedy teeth take everything they can find. Soft skin, firm muscles. A hard bite that makes Xabi hiss. He can’t help but release an almost inaudible sound, even though he knows Luis told him to be quiet. Luis bites again, harder this time.
Ouch! That fucking hurt!
Xabi looks down at his thigh, the place where Luis just bit him. It’s burning red. Hot. Perfect imprint of Luis’ teeth. There will be a bruise tomorrow. Maybe Xabi should distract himself - whimpering is probably not a good idea right now - by thinking about possible excuses for the dressing room tomorrow. They will see. And they will ask him about it. Maybe he can blame it on that mysterious girlfriend.
Ouch! Again!
'Vicious bitch, isn't she, Xabi? Does she scratch you, too?'
Short nails scrape over smooth skin. Xabi watches how the white strips from the scratch on his chest slowly turn red. He can feel how his skin reacts, emitting heat. Fooling itself, as if this would make it better. For a brief moment, Xabi holds his breath. It looks as if he had been beaten with a belt. He hopes Luis does not have the same thoughts…
A little less teeth and rope and pressing Xabi into the mattress and everything would be fine, maybe a bit more of tender stroking instead.
Or simply letting him go.
Accepting his apology.
Maybe Luis could do that? Of course not. He's insecure, is Luis. Always has been.
Xabi always tells him he's beautiful but Luis only chuckles then, shaking his head. He never believes it.
“Luis, please.”
It was probably a mistake to speak. To whimper.
Luis’ eyes are black, huge. In his current state Xabi lost the ability to distinguish whether it’s total arousal or whether it’s total fury. Xabi wouldn’t be surprised if Luis slapped him hard across the face now.
But Luis only smirks before he lays himself down next to Xabi. Slowly, his hand finds its way into the Basque’s hair, long fingers running through it. Luis strokes the side of Xabi’s head with gentle fingertips and Xabi can’t help but lean against the Catalan’s palm.
Can we talk now? Has he calmed down?
Suddenly, and without a warning, Luis’ grip tightens; his hand yanks Xabi’s head to the side.
Xabi gasps, cries out, just in the moment Luis bites down hard again. A muffled, suppressed cry. Roughly, Luis sucks at his throat. A love bite is definitely the least thing Xabi needs right now. For a brief moment, he wonders whether ‘love bite’ is the right expression in this weird situation anyway.
"Mine," Luis growls. "Mine, Xabi."
This is about possession, about reaffirming what's "his". Branding his pilotage area.
This is about proving Riise wrong when he tells him that Xabi's anybody's, that they're not exclusive, that he might as well go out and pick up someone else because Xabi's far too carefree to ever stick to one person at one time. This is about showing Mikel that Xabi is his and always will be.
Slowly, Luis softens, blowing hot and cold breath over Xabi's body.
His anger diminishes, just that little bit.
It's replaced by frustration, sexual tension.
Xabi notices. Notices how the whole expression on Luis’ face softens and he likes that a bit more than he liked the blackness of the boy's eyes.
Luis places his hands on Xabi’s knees. He teases, stroking Xabi lightly, running only his thumbs over the side of Xabi’s knee. The skin around the kneecap is so sensitive. He’s good at teasing, is Luis. Xabi thinks he might start purring any minute, instead he releases a soft moan.
This is how it should be.
Xabi can ignore the ropes, burning at his wrists, as long as Luis is doing this to him, teasing him this way, tickling him.
It's not so bad. It's not so bad, being unable to touch Luis back. It makes for a tantric experience. Once Luis moves past the anger that he is apparently feeling, the desire to teach Xabi some kind of lesson, to control him, once Luis begins to calm down and actually tease him, Xabi thinks that maybe, just maybe, this could turn out to be an interesting experience.
"That's nice," he whispers, softly. "That's nice, Luis. Keep on doing that."
Luis continues caressing him gently but then suddenly, again without a warning, Luis yanks his legs apart, forcing his thighs to open. Xabi feels unguided, weak. He hates that. Luis nibbles the inner side of Xabi’s thighs before he settles between them.
The Catalan bends over to continue the nibbling. His teeth find Xabi’s throat and dark, hard nipples as Luis moves downwards. Xabi can’t help but release a few more moans.
As Luis grinds his erection against Xabi, as he presses his hard-on into Xabi’s crotch, the Basque finds himself respond immediately, his still soft cock slowly stiffening. The friction feels good. More. It makes him want more.
“Luis, don’t tease,” he pleads again. But this time not because of fear but because of lust. Desire. He needs to feel Luis. Now. Fucking right now.
The fact that he can't grab a hold of him, can't pull him close, can't tease his malleable body into what he wants, where he wants it, that frustrates Xabi more than anything.
"Just mine," Luis whispers as he rubs a little harder, licks his tongue across Xabi's neckline.
Xabi gasps.
"Just yours, Luis...please...you know that...please..."
Luis bites down again. Hard, making the delicate skin bruise.
Signs his name, writes it all over Xabi’s pale chest.
Xabi moans against him. He thinks that the rule 'make no sound' is no longer valid as he releases little sounds of pleasure. The only thing he secretly prays for is that Mikel's sleep is deep enough. Not that Xabi would dare speak the name out right now, as he knows of its effects. And more rage and angry bites, well, he can do perfectly fine without those.
Luis bends down to kiss Xabi. He kisses him passionately with short, quick strokes of his tongue. Roughly, Luis sucks Xabi's lower lip, taking it between his teeth, biting it.
The Catalan pants into Xabi's mouth, moaning loudly. Louder than usual. He doesn't mind if this wakes Mikel up. After all this is about showing that Xabi is his, no one else's, especially not Mikel's. There's nothing wrong with making him hear it.
Luis thinks that there is no more time to lose, that he should get on with it already. Thus, he bends over, fetching the lube from the drawer in the bedside table where Xabi uses to keep it. Xabi pants heavily, it might well be anticipation.
With a click Luis opens the tube before he squishes some of the clear liquid into his palms. Long, hard strokes over his cock, smearing plenty onto it. However, there is no time to push one or two fingers into Xabi, no time to prepare him carefully, instead Luis immediately places his cock against Xabi, just to enter into him the next moment. Xabi can’t help but grimace and grit his teeth as he cries out loud. Luis sets a hard, a quick pace thrusting into him again and again, while his nails dig into Xabi’s delicate arms.
Xabi can feel that Luis is still angry, can feel it from the way Luis roughly takes him. Not that Luis actually hurts him, now that he slowly got used to the feeling, but still it’s clearly different from the way a calm Luis would take him.
Luis’ passion and his anger is definitely a turn on. Both Luis’ and his own breathing become shorter and from the way Luis’ thrusts come more and more irregularly, Xabi can tell that it won’t take Luis much more to come. This is the moment when the door…
*****
Mikki’s eyes flutter open to the sound of company, another Spanish voice with an accent different to his own, to Xabi’s, but that yet sounds somewhat familiar. Luis, probably. It’s always Luis.
Luis this, Luis that...
Xabi loves Luis, he thinks, although he’s never actually said it.
His head spins with the remnants of alcohol and the first thing he thinks to do is swallow. Hard, to stop himself from being sick.
Then, he groans as he leans over the side of the couch to stop the room from spinning.
He giggles a little because that’s what champagne does to him and he hasn’t even had enough time to sleep it off, yet, is still tired, aching, actually, but…that voice.
That voice is drawing him into curiosity, as it says “Stop, Xabi,” “Mine, Xabi.”
“Quiet, Xabi.”
He hears nothing from Xabi in return and that, to him, is amusing. Intelligent Xabi who always finds something intelligent to say.
If only the room would keep itself still, he might just be able to investigate. Doesn’t matter, though. It can spin as much as it likes. He can still walk. Xabi brought him here because he’s daft. Mikki can look after himself, doesn’t need his friend taking care of him when his apartment is just across the hall.
Not far, at all.
Is he that drunk that he couldn’t be allowed home? He doesn’t feel it. Can’t control his legs, but he’s not drunk enough for that. Noooo. Never.
Xabi was just being silly. Daft.
Estupido.
“No, Luis...Luis, please...”
Another giggle. Perhaps Xabi wanted him to hear this? Perhaps he and Luis wanted an audience?
Always a possibility.
Funny, that.
Mikel gets up, finally, and waits for the head rush to pass, holds his head to try to press away the dizziness but only ends up scratching himself, making his forehead bleed and gives up because, apparently, he can’t even do that by himself.
Oh.
Perhaps Xabi wasn’t so estupido after all. He’s a little bit useless, at the minute.
Naked, too, aside from his boxer shorts.
Did Xabi undress him, too?
God. That’s embarrassing. Isn’t it? Mikki doesn’t feel embarrassed. Smiles, in fact, because Xabi’s such a good friend that he did that for him, undressed him, folded his clothes in a neat little pile on the floor and, aw, that’s nice...
That’s sweet.
Mikki likes Xabi lots.
So does Luis, by the sounds of it, but he already knew that.
Xabi told him, tells him everything. Well, he hasn’t told him something like ‘Luis and I are sleeping together’, but many little hints that made it clear. At least this is what Mikel imagines.
Luis this, Luis that.
But best friends, sí? They do that. Talk about everything.
What they don’t do is creep up on each other, just to see what’s going in their bedroom when they wake up, drunk and curious, itching to know what’s behind Door Number Two.
He supports himself using the wall, just so he’s walking in a straight line, and quietly, ever so quietly, opens the door.
Just a peep.
Just a crack.
It’s enough. It’s enough, that he can see everything, and...fuck...guh...well, yes, he wasn’t expecting that.
Not from Xabi.
He actually voices it out loud, too intoxicated to gag himself.
“Oh my God...”
It takes Mikel some time to realise that he’s actually seeing his best friend being taken by another man, seeing him tied to the bed. Mikel always thought that Xabi was secretly kinky, but being given the confirmation, well, that’s still shocking to a certain degree. Maybe it’s also the fact that Xabi is the one being fucked and not the other way around.
Mikel is not given much time to think about it though (and in his current state he’d need a lot of time to produce any coherent thoughts) as Luis stops moving and turns around to face Mikel. Luis’ eyes are black as he focuses on him.
No one speaks for a brief moment.
Xabi’s eyes only spring wide open. He’s shocked as he shakes his head frenetically as if to warn Mikel and tell him to turn around and leave. His lips form words, without speaking them out, but Mikel cannot decipher them in his current state.
Eventually, Luis speaks, “Oh, looks as if you woke up from the dead, Mikel.”
The words are pronounced very clearly and slowly in Barcelona-accented Spanish. It sounds a bit dangerous, the way Luis growls them.
“I’m sorry,“ Mikki giggles, “I didn’t want to interfere…erm.. this. I better go. Sí.”
He giggles again, like a little boy.
Blame it on the champagne.
Luis’ dark eyes sparkle like little diamonds as he excitedly licks his lips. As Mikel stumbles a few steps back, trying to get out of the room the little Spaniard gets up from the bed, slowly approaching. He’s about the same height as Mikel, same type even. Dark hair, slim shoulders, seemingly weak. Xabi’s taste one could say.
Luis approaches, reaching out for Mikel with his hand. Eventually he whispers, “You know, Mikel, you should stay a little. Xabi here has a lesson to learn and you could join us.”
“NO!” is Xabi’s immediate response from the bed. “Let him go, Luis, please.”
Xabi can hear from Luis’ voice that some of the earlier anger is back. Xabi pleads again, hoping that it will convince Luis to bring Mikel back to the couch and just leave him alone. Besides, Xabi is not very fond of his best friend watching when he is being done by his boyfriend.
Xabi tries to get up, only to be reminded of the ties he had already forgotten. He writhes, feels the need to do something.
Can’t get himself free.
All he can do is watch as Luis grabs Mikel by the wrist and leads him over to the bed. He sits the drunken man down carefully at the foot of the bed before he focuses on Xabi again.
Xabi still shakes his head as if to tell Luis that he thinks this is a bad idea.
However, in this particular moment, Luis couldn’t care any less. He knows, he enjoys that Mikel is watching him closely, curiously as he bends down to bite the inner side of Xabi’s thigh. It’s like showing Xabi how determined he is.
And then, Luis sits up again, focusing on Mikel. He had never noticed before how pretty Mikel is. Long eyelashes. Soft, dark skin.
Hair, so much darker than his own.
He’s quite beautiful, really.
Luis smirks as he places his hands on Mikel’s thighs. Mikel looks at him with big eyes, not quite understanding what’s going on right now. He still does not understand as Luis starts stroking him and he still does not understand as Luis bends over, whispering against Mikel’s lips,
“You know, Mikel. Xabi has been a very bad boy. He thinks he could just fuck around and not care about the way I feel. But what he can do, I can do too.”
With finishing the sentence, Luis turns around to look at Xabi. Frenetically, Xabi shakes his head, even though he lost hope that this would change anything. Uncomfortable. Xabi definitely feels uncomfortable, being tied up, naked on the same bed as his angry and equally naked lover who is caressing Xabi’s drunk and almost as naked best friend.
It seems like a scenario from a bad movie. It feels like a scenario from a bad movie.
“I warn you, Xabi. Don’t you dare look away,” Luis growls.
Stupid illusion of Luis having calmed down.
Xabi knows not to provoke Luis even more and forces himself to look as Luis bends over to kiss Mikel greedily. It feels like a hard punch in the guts, yet he brings himself to keep watching. Xabi watches as Luis’ lips clash with Mikel’s and Xabi wonders whether the sharp pain in his stomach is jealousy.
He would love to tell Luis that he does not deserve this, that he did nothing wrong, yet he knows that Luis would not believe him anyway. All that remains for Xabi is to watch as the two most important persons in his life kiss in front of his eyes. He watches how Mikel starts kissing Luis back, how their tongues meet, lapping, licking at the other’s.
And it hurts.
It hurts and turns him on.
The way Luis strokes the back of Mikel’s head with one hand and Mikel’s naked chest with the other reminds Xabi of the way Luis would caress him during sex. Yet, the fact that remains a difference, even though it seems so alike, somehow makes it slightly easier and a little more bearable. It’s hard to explain and Xabi does not make much sense to himself either.
When Luis kisses Mikel he tastes champagne, a lot of champagne. From the way Mikel had stood in the door, giggling, Luis had already assumed that Mikel was not quite sober, and the taste of Mikel’s lips and tongue only confirms it.
Luis lets his hands glide over Mikel’s body, knowing too well that Xabi is watching. When he finds Mikel’s nipples he slightly pinches them, making Mikel moan into his mouth.
Then, Luis suddenly stops kissing Mikel, shoves him away a bit even. Slowly, Luis turns to see the expression on Xabi’s face. He smirks when he sees his lover biting his lips and shifting nervously.
“So, Xabi,” he says before he focuses on Mikel again. His hand finds Mikel’s hair before he pulls him close to whisper against Mikel’s lips, “I want you to kiss Xabi.”
Mikel licks his lips, still not moving though. Eventually, Luis loses his patience and pushes Mikel onto Xabi. Both men shiver, not quite sure whether to do it or not.
Luis lies down next to them, laughing softly, “So, you can fuck behind my back and when I’m there you’re too shy?”
“That’s not true, Luis. And you know that,” Xabi tries to protest but Luis simply continues glaring at him.
“Kiss him, Mikel,” Luis orders again.
The younger man offers a chaste peck on the cheek, then grins as if to ask “Didn’t I do well?”
Luis shakes his head.
“Not good enough.”
Mikel smiles, giddily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand where Luis’ taste remains before looking back at the man who it seems isn’t very happy with them.
Why?
They didn’t have sex, did they? Mikki can’t remember, assumes not because he’d remember, wouldn’t he? Something like that, he wouldn’t forget.
He’s wanted it for so long that, when it happened, would he not recall? Would it not be the best moment of his life?
Surely he’d remember fulfilling a dream like that?
Silly thought.
Especially when spoken out loud. He looks up, having lost himself for a second, and sees Xabi gaping at him, open-mouthed and shocked senseless.
“You…you...Mikki, what are you saying?”
“I don’t know?”
He really doesn’t. He’s not quite in control of his mouth, right now, seems to be speaking thoughts out loud when he should be being careful what he says.
Shouldn’t he?
Oh, but his brain’s cotton wool, right now.
He finds it funny. He giggles a little.
“I never knew you felt that way, Mikel,” Xabi says, softly. “I never thought you wanted to…”
Shakes his head. Can’t continue.
Luis did. Luis could tell. Luis could always tell. He hasn’t spent that much time with the boy, but the rare occasions that they went anywhere together, to movies, for dinner, as a group of Spaniards all finding their way in a new city together, he’d noticed the glances that Mikel passed towards Xabi.
Shy looks, out of the corner of his eye, blinking his eyes away when caught out.
He’d noticed the quiet gestures, the hands brushing larger hands, the smiles.
The secrets.
Always with the silly little secrets…
It hadn’t hurt him, because Xabi had never reciprocated. It had been unrequited.
Until now. Or, so he’d thought?
Judging by Xabi’s face, though, by the expression in his eyes, his mouth wide open, Luis has to ask himself whether they really did do anything, whether Riise really was just winding him up because he knows Xabi, and Xabi? Didn’t know a thing about how Mikel felt.
He’s too naïve to know that, it seems.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mikki shrugs his shoulders.
“Dunno.”
Luis has the quiet thought that maybe, just maybe, he’s made a mistake after all. Part of him wants to reach up, untie Xabi, tell him he’s sorry and kiss him until he forgives him.
But, then, looking around him, looking at what he’s got…a beautiful, dark haired Spaniard willing to do anything that’s asked of him because he might just be too drunk to make his own decisions and his own lover, tied up, caught in between the two men that love him the most.
It’d make for an interesting night, if they could just…work something out?
Besides, he’s got a taste for Mikel now, and to say that he was the equivalent of vintage French alcohol would not be an understatement.
He doesn’t want to let that go easily. Not yet.
Not right now.
“You can kiss him, Mikel” he says, softly, stroking the boy’s hair. “If it’s what you’ve always wanted…”
“…for so long…”
“Xabi won’t mind, will you?”
If the truth were known, Xabi’s in shock. Body shock. He’s all but shaking, because this night is turning out to be one of the strangest nights of his life and the fact that he’s got no control over it is all but killing him.
He only has to look at Mikel once, though, and his apprehensions wane, just a little. He looks so intense like this, dark eyes meeting his own, long eyelashes blinking into a focus that’s not quite right and, the way he’s looking at Xabi’s lips is just breathtaking.
Luis watches closely, licks his lips in anticipation of the kiss that’s been a long time coming.
Mikel closes his eyes as he leans down, slightly off balance but improving as the seconds pass by, and his lips meet Xabi’s slowly, tentative at first, but no less heartfelt for it.
Luis finds himself…moved, by these two. Can’t find it in himself to look away.
Not even when Mikki’s small hands trail up the front of Xabi’s chest, making him arch and moan the way that he so often does for Luis, himself.
Dark skin meets paler, and it’s like a horizon, of sorts, and as black hair meets with burnt auburn, it’s like a meeting of two words, ironically both from the same part of the world, and it seems…right, somehow.
It seems perfect.
Luis feels like he’s witnessing something very, very special, here, is happy in the knowledge that it’s a masterpiece of his own creation. He can sit back for a while. Sit back and simply enjoy.
There is no sense in denying that he does feel jealous, because who wouldn’t if your lover is being kissed in front of your eyes by his best friend, who apparently in return has been dying to do so for a long time. Somehow, Luis can’t bring himself to being angry at any of them. Really, if it was him encouraging them.
So he just watches as Mikel kisses Xabi.
It’s a slow and heavy kiss, totally different from the way he and Mikel had kissed. He watches as Mikel sucks Xabi’s lower lip, tentatively at first but then more roughly. Yet, Xabi is hesitant, does not really kiss Mikel back. Luis thinks that Xabi is worried about making him angry, knowing that he is still somewhat at Luis’ mercy, still being tied to the bed, not able to defend himself in any way.
That’s why Luis bends down to nibble Xabi’s earlobe and to whisper,
“It’s ok, Xabi. I won’t be angry. Come on, kiss him.”
With finishing the sentence, Luis strokes Xabi’s cheek as if to show it that is really is ok.
Still, it takes Xabi some time, it’s as if he is not fully convinced that nothing bad will happen if he gives in. But then, he simply cannot help it.
Who could? Being disturbed just in the moment before orgasm by the very same person that is lying on top of him now, kissing him fiercely.
Xabi had thought about kissing Mikel in the past, imagined how it would be to kiss him like that, more than just a little peck between best friends. Never had he ever thought about going for it though. He cares about Luis, and about being faithful to Luis. However, there can’t be anything wrong with it if it’s Luis himself who tells him to do it.
So, Xabi starts kissing Mikel back. The taste of champagne is being refreshed in his mouth, almost identical to the taste of earlier this night. Almost. This time though, it’s mixed with the tastes of Mikel and Luis.
Xabi feels himself being turned on. And from the way Mikel sucks and nibbles at his lips, while sliding his hands over Xabi’s body. Luis’ touches are teasingly light, almost not there. At least on Xabi’s body. But from the corner of his eyes Xabi can see how one of Luis’ little hands moves over Mikel’s back, upwards the spine until he reaches Mikel’s hair.
Needily, Xabi pushes his hips up, grinding himself against the man lying between his legs. With Luis no longer thrusting into him, taking him at a fast pace there is something missing. Xabi can feel how his best friend’s body responds in that same way, how he gets hard from the friction, from the burning kisses and the firm stroking.
Xabi would love to reach out for Luis, to touch him in some way and make him involved more than those light - too light - kisses from Luis, but the cuffs make it impossible. Make it impossible to do anything in any way besides lay there and wait to be satisfied. It’s slightly frustrating.
Yet, Xabi feels how it tickles in his tummy, the way it always does when he’s sexually excited and when there won’t be need for much more to make him come. Xabi could say that he is desperate by now and that he wants more than both Mikel and Luis kissing and nibbling at his skin.
“That’s enough, Mikel,” a small hand is placed on the Basque’s shoulder. Luis smiles at him as he slowly pulls him back, makes him sit between Xabi’s spread legs. Mikel smiles shyly, does no longer seem to be ridiculously drunk anymore, as Luis reaches out to kiss him on the lips. He tastes Xabi when he laps at Mikel’s tongue. From the corner of his eyes Luis can see how Xabi bites his lips, watching Luis and Mikel kiss greedily in front of his eyes.
Slowly, enjoying every inch of Mikel’s body, Luis kisses his way further down. Lips and tongue moving over jaw and throat, collarbone and chest. Until he finds dark little nipples, further down Mikel’s bellybutton where dark, fuzzy hair leads to Luis’ final destination.
Mikel is still sitting between Xabi’s legs as he leans back a bit, bracing on his arms, making it easy for Xabi to observe the whole situation. Once Luis licked his way to the hem of Mikel’s boxers he does not hesitate a second before he pulls them down far enough to free Mikel’s hard-on. Without a second thought, Luis takes him in, first lapping at the underside, pressing his tongue against it. Mikel releases a loud groan as the Catalan takes him in completely, moving his skilful lips over his length.
Xabi bites his lips even harder as he watches Luis slowly suck Mikel’s cock. He shivers because he can remember all too well how it feels, can remember all too well, because Luis has done it to him so many times and it always felt excellent. He shivers nervously as he sees how Mikel gasps, throwing his head back and quickly thrusting into Luis’ mouth, definitely enjoying the treatment.
Luis himself simply concentrates on what he is doing, on giving Mikel that little bit of pleasure that he deserves. And besides, he really enjoys what he is doing. He does not mind and he does not gag as the speed of Mikel thrusting into the wet surrounding that is Luis’ throat, becomes even faster. And then, Mikel empties himself into Luis mouth, white liquid spraying out. Luis waits patiently until Mikel is done completely before he lets the Basque’s cock slip out.
When Luis looks at Mikel the other man blushes furiously and has to turn away his gaze, but Luis only laughs softly and whispers into his ear that he should settle next to Xabi and kiss him again. Mikel smiles shyly, smiles at Luis and smiles at Xabi as he lays down, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Xabi’s neck.
And then, it’s Luis’ turn to lay down on top of Xabi. When their lips clash, when the kiss fiercely, Xabi moans, moans at the passionate kiss and the taste of Mikel covering his tongue. Needy, Xabi is needy. And he is glad to feel that it does not seem to be any different for Luis, as Luis grinds himself against Xabi, once more pressing his erection against the Basque’s.
Xabi himself pushes up, searching for more stimulation and hoping that Luis will understand and finally give him sweet release. It indeed looks as if he did understand, as Luis sits back and reaches for the lube once more. Teasingly slow he prepares Xabi, thoroughly with his fingers.
Xabi wants to tell him to get on with it already, but his lips are now claimed by Mikel. Greedily Mikel drinks Xabi’s moan and also the little hiss when Luis thrusts into him in one fluid motion.
Luis immediately sets a fast pace, taking Xabi with long hard thrusts that drive him almost insane. Like all good things in life, it’s over too quickly. It always is. Xabi would love to prolong it somehow, enjoys the sensation of both Luis and Mikel doing him good, but with being tied up and being kissed fiercely by his best friend there is no chance to move or say anything.
The familiar tickling of his thighs tells him he won’t last much longer and also from Luis’ rhythm he can tell that his lover must be close too. That and the way he threw back his head and bites his lips.
And indeed. It’s only a matter of seconds until they both come, Luis into the tightness of Xabi’s body and said body quivering around Luis’ cock. For a few seconds Luis just rests his head on Xabi’s chest, breathing heavily against the milky skin. Eventually, he pulls out to settle next to Xabi.
No one’s speaking, everyone’s lost for words in their own way. Mikel’s still a little embarrassed as he snuggles against Xabi, hiding his face in the crook of his best friend’s neck. Luis doesn’t say anything either. After undoing Xabi’s ties, Luis rests against him on the other side, panting heavily, exhausted. And Xabi, Xabi concludes that in this very moment there is no need to talk and that they well can postpone this until tomorrow.
Before he drifts off into a pleasant dream, he makes a mental note to thank Riise for being such an idiot one day.