Ficlet - Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta - Untitled [1]
Author: benitle 
Title: Erm, untitled? I will come up with something. Bear with me some moments!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Mikel doesn't like it when Xabi pampers him, whereas Xabi only wants to do him some good.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note:Unbeta'd. The usual. Written this morning and I have probably written better, but as for now it has to be this way. Feel free to nit-pick anything. This is set end of December 2005, about one month after Mikel's bad head injury. Doctors told him to rest and all that. Will be cross-posted to footballslash once I showered. *g*
Sometimes Mikel hates Xabi for the way he treats him. Sometimes he cannot help it, but become totally furious when Xabi, once more, tries to pamper him, because apparently, Xabi thinks he knew what’s best for Mikel.
It’s not that Mikel doesn’t love Xabi - because if you’ve been together with the same person ever since childhood, going through the various stages of growing up together, making first experiences - you must love this person if you stuck to him all those years, don’t you?
However, in moments like these, when Xabi tells Mikel to lay down on the sofa, tells him that he needs to rest because it’s not been too long that Mikel suffered from a serious head injury and that the doctors told him to take it slow, then Mikel can’t help but become a little angry with Xabi. Because to Mikel himself, of course, this whole thing did not seem to be all that grave, and after all, it’s been more than one month ever since.
Xabi, in return, only wants the best for his lover, being worried and scared as he saw the pictures of the incident on TV, fearing this was the end as Mikel lay on the pitch, quivering for minutes, to all appearances looking as if he were dead or at least….
Xabi shivers as he thinks about how all this could have ended and concludes that his behaviour is somewhat understandable and reasonable.
At least for him.
That’s why Xabi only laughs softly as Mikel looks at him with dark eyes, tying to protest, that’s why Xabi only tells him again to lay down on the sofa and that Xabi will be back with a blanket and some water in a few minutes.
When Xabi returns he finds his lover lying on the couch, just as he was told, and apart from that, Mikel is pouting. That bratty, little pout. The petulant child that he can be. Quickly, Xabi places the glass on the table and covers Mikel with the woollen blanket.
Mikel doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at Xabi as he simply continues being angry with him, staring into space. Xabi knows that he could say something, that he could try to talk to Mikel and convince him once more that this is only for his best, but in the end, Xabi concludes that Mikel didn’t want to listen and understand those last few days, so why should he start now?
Xabi is well aware that, should he say something, this will only lead to another argument, because at times, when Mikel Arteta wants his way, there is no sense of discussing anything with him.
That’s why Xabi sits down on the edge of the sofa and slowly shoves his hands under the blanket instead. He knows of other ways to smooth the stubborn boy.
Mikel tries to look as sulky and grumpy as possible as Xabi’s hands move over his shin, stroking him lightly, while sliding further downwards until they finally find his feet. Mikel still tries to pout as much as possible as Xabi grabs his right foot and firmly starts massaging the pad, rubbing in little circles. And as Xabi tickles him a little, smiling that broad smirk that Mikel would die for, Mikel can’t help but soften a bit. Tenderly, Xabi continues stroking him, his heel, his ankle, his calf.
And as he is about to dedicate himself to the other foot, Mikel looks at him, before saying, ”I don’t like it when you pamper me, Xabi. I’m old enough.”
“And I don’t like it when you’re being a bratty boy and pout.”
When Xabi sees that Mikel is drawing his eyebrows together, the way he always does when he doesn’t agree, he only laughs softly before he bends over to kiss his lover softly on the lips.
“I’ll cook you some dinner. Anything in specific that you want?”
Mikel only shakes his head, but grins mischievously at Xabi. And then, when Xabi gets up and bends down once again to kiss him, Mikel grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him down.
“Don’t cook, Xabi. Call someone, order something. I don’t care what, because you know, this gives us about 20 minutes to…”
With finishing the sentence, Mikel grins once more, placing a hand on Xabi’s butt and squeezing a little and as Mikel licks his lips, Xabi understands what Mikel wants to do within those 20 minutes.
“Mikel, I don’t think we should…”
But before Xabi can finish the sentence, can finish saying that he thinks that sex is not good for Mikel, because it’s too much strain for him and that it only will exhaust him too much, Mikel only shakes his head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you do all the work and now shut up and do me something good already.”
As if Xabi could say “No” to that.
Title: Erm, untitled? I will come up with something. Bear with me some moments!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Mikel Arteta
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Mikel doesn't like it when Xabi pampers him, whereas Xabi only wants to do him some good.
Archive: Beautiful Games, if accepted
Note:Unbeta'd. The usual. Written this morning and I have probably written better, but as for now it has to be this way. Feel free to nit-pick anything. This is set end of December 2005, about one month after Mikel's bad head injury. Doctors told him to rest and all that. Will be cross-posted to footballslash once I showered. *g*
Sometimes Mikel hates Xabi for the way he treats him. Sometimes he cannot help it, but become totally furious when Xabi, once more, tries to pamper him, because apparently, Xabi thinks he knew what’s best for Mikel.
It’s not that Mikel doesn’t love Xabi - because if you’ve been together with the same person ever since childhood, going through the various stages of growing up together, making first experiences - you must love this person if you stuck to him all those years, don’t you?
However, in moments like these, when Xabi tells Mikel to lay down on the sofa, tells him that he needs to rest because it’s not been too long that Mikel suffered from a serious head injury and that the doctors told him to take it slow, then Mikel can’t help but become a little angry with Xabi. Because to Mikel himself, of course, this whole thing did not seem to be all that grave, and after all, it’s been more than one month ever since.
Xabi, in return, only wants the best for his lover, being worried and scared as he saw the pictures of the incident on TV, fearing this was the end as Mikel lay on the pitch, quivering for minutes, to all appearances looking as if he were dead or at least….
Xabi shivers as he thinks about how all this could have ended and concludes that his behaviour is somewhat understandable and reasonable.
At least for him.
That’s why Xabi only laughs softly as Mikel looks at him with dark eyes, tying to protest, that’s why Xabi only tells him again to lay down on the sofa and that Xabi will be back with a blanket and some water in a few minutes.
When Xabi returns he finds his lover lying on the couch, just as he was told, and apart from that, Mikel is pouting. That bratty, little pout. The petulant child that he can be. Quickly, Xabi places the glass on the table and covers Mikel with the woollen blanket.
Mikel doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at Xabi as he simply continues being angry with him, staring into space. Xabi knows that he could say something, that he could try to talk to Mikel and convince him once more that this is only for his best, but in the end, Xabi concludes that Mikel didn’t want to listen and understand those last few days, so why should he start now?
Xabi is well aware that, should he say something, this will only lead to another argument, because at times, when Mikel Arteta wants his way, there is no sense of discussing anything with him.
That’s why Xabi sits down on the edge of the sofa and slowly shoves his hands under the blanket instead. He knows of other ways to smooth the stubborn boy.
Mikel tries to look as sulky and grumpy as possible as Xabi’s hands move over his shin, stroking him lightly, while sliding further downwards until they finally find his feet. Mikel still tries to pout as much as possible as Xabi grabs his right foot and firmly starts massaging the pad, rubbing in little circles. And as Xabi tickles him a little, smiling that broad smirk that Mikel would die for, Mikel can’t help but soften a bit. Tenderly, Xabi continues stroking him, his heel, his ankle, his calf.
And as he is about to dedicate himself to the other foot, Mikel looks at him, before saying, ”I don’t like it when you pamper me, Xabi. I’m old enough.”
“And I don’t like it when you’re being a bratty boy and pout.”
When Xabi sees that Mikel is drawing his eyebrows together, the way he always does when he doesn’t agree, he only laughs softly before he bends over to kiss his lover softly on the lips.
“I’ll cook you some dinner. Anything in specific that you want?”
Mikel only shakes his head, but grins mischievously at Xabi. And then, when Xabi gets up and bends down once again to kiss him, Mikel grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him down.
“Don’t cook, Xabi. Call someone, order something. I don’t care what, because you know, this gives us about 20 minutes to…”
With finishing the sentence, Mikel grins once more, placing a hand on Xabi’s butt and squeezing a little and as Mikel licks his lips, Xabi understands what Mikel wants to do within those 20 minutes.
“Mikel, I don’t think we should…”
But before Xabi can finish the sentence, can finish saying that he thinks that sex is not good for Mikel, because it’s too much strain for him and that it only will exhaust him too much, Mikel only shakes his head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you do all the work and now shut up and do me something good already.”
As if Xabi could say “No” to that.