Fiction: RPS - Nombramiento (Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard)
title: Nombramiento
word count: 310ish.
rating: PG
warning(s): RPS, male-with-male-ness, all made up, fluff
characters: Xabi Alonso, Steven Gerrard (Xabi and Stevie), mentions of Nagore [Alonso]
author's note: Really based off of their cute kiss. :D They're so adorable and gay, what with Xabi's nuzzling after their moment. Wonderfulness. So, I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear what you have to say.
Happens during The Season, winter visit.
Edit: Pft, so, apparently, I Write Like Stephen King with this one.
- - -
Xabi opens the door and his face brightens immediately when he sees who's standing there in the snow.
"Stevie, what are you doing here?" he asks as he gestures for him to come in. His eyes look like they'll overflow.
"Decided to drop by and see you." Steven hugs him, holds him close and it's been too long, for both of them by the feel of it, and he kisses his cheeks lightly. "How have you been, Xabi?"
The Spaniard squeezes his shoulders, as if making sure he's really there, and smiles. "Good, and for you?" His English has become choppy but Steven finds it endearing.
"Liverpool isn't the same without you," he replies as he follows his host into the warm living room, "but la familia is well and I'm still breathin'." Settling onto the comfortable couch, he spreads his arms and waits. And, as naturally as breathing, Xabi slides over until their thighs meet and relaxes.
Steven tilts his head back. He loves moments like this, the moments where it's just him and Xabi and they don't have to rush through a meeting and there's a perfect sense of calm. Plenty of need and care. And a proper dose of reality. "How's Nagore?"
"She's well. She is visiting her mother for some days."
A grin.
Minutes drip by slowly and Xabi is choked up for more reasons than one. He knows this time he's stealing with Steven is taboo and soon, it'll be over and he'll have to say goodbye. And he doesn't want to give him up again. He'd rather hold on to him and relish in his existence forever. The way Steven's hand is drawing lazy circles along his upper arm makes him smile, despite his thoughts.
"Oh, nene," Xabi murmurs, "You were away too long."
"I know, I know. Lo siento. It won't happen again, I promise." And Steven kisses his brow gently before he catches his lips.
Peace.
word count: 310ish.
rating: PG
warning(s): RPS, male-with-male-ness, all made up, fluff
characters: Xabi Alonso, Steven Gerrard (Xabi and Stevie), mentions of Nagore [Alonso]
![Nagore [Alonso]](http://mswiley2508.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/xabi-and-nagore.jpg){kind=link}
author's note: Really based off of their cute kiss. :D They're so adorable and gay, what with Xabi's nuzzling after their moment. Wonderfulness. So, I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear what you have to say.
Happens during The Season, winter visit.
Edit: Pft, so, apparently, I Write Like Stephen King with this one.
- - -
Xabi opens the door and his face brightens immediately when he sees who's standing there in the snow.
"Stevie, what are you doing here?" he asks as he gestures for him to come in. His eyes look like they'll overflow.
"Decided to drop by and see you." Steven hugs him, holds him close and it's been too long, for both of them by the feel of it, and he kisses his cheeks lightly. "How have you been, Xabi?"
The Spaniard squeezes his shoulders, as if making sure he's really there, and smiles. "Good, and for you?" His English has become choppy but Steven finds it endearing.
"Liverpool isn't the same without you," he replies as he follows his host into the warm living room, "but la familia is well and I'm still breathin'." Settling onto the comfortable couch, he spreads his arms and waits. And, as naturally as breathing, Xabi slides over until their thighs meet and relaxes.
Steven tilts his head back. He loves moments like this, the moments where it's just him and Xabi and they don't have to rush through a meeting and there's a perfect sense of calm. Plenty of need and care. And a proper dose of reality. "How's Nagore?"
"She's well. She is visiting her mother for some days."
A grin.
Minutes drip by slowly and Xabi is choked up for more reasons than one. He knows this time he's stealing with Steven is taboo and soon, it'll be over and he'll have to say goodbye. And he doesn't want to give him up again. He'd rather hold on to him and relish in his existence forever. The way Steven's hand is drawing lazy circles along his upper arm makes him smile, despite his thoughts.
"Oh, nene," Xabi murmurs, "You were away too long."
"I know, I know. Lo siento. It won't happen again, I promise." And Steven kisses his brow gently before he catches his lips.
Peace.