I Melt With You
Title: I Melt With You
Participants: Xabi Alonso/Guti
Disclaimer: The product of a sick and twisted mind......
Summary: Guti gets his man.....or does he?
Note: Written for the Cabin Fever key party.
Guti swung open the door to the cabin, fingers crossed for something good. He’d deliberately arrived a little late, hoping to be the second. He loved it when people thought they could have control over Guti.
He saw Xabi Alonso.
“Oh, we’ll that’s not so bad then,” Xabi said, having been annoyed Stevie had been unable to come, but he’d supposed there’d been no way they’d have been allowed to be together again.
“Not so bad!” Guti said, annoyed. “I’m fucking amazing!”
Xabi just grinned.
“Could you love yourself anymore than you already do?”
“Hey! It’s not like I’m prepared to keep all of this to myself; that’d be just too selfish. Anyway, I consider it my good deed for the day.”
Guti returned Xabi’s grin, and Xabi wasn’t sure if he needed to be worried or not.
“Look, Xabier….I know about you and Stevie. Hell, who doesn’t know? I know that you miss him, and I don’t want to…..”.
“You’re rambling, Guti. And yes, I do miss Stevie, but he’s not in the room, is he? You are. So either shut up and kiss me, or shut up and go.”.
Guti grinned again….that teasing, almost dangerous grin that reminded Xabi of a wolf toying with its prey. He watched as Guti slowly began to unbutton his shirt, yanking it out of the waistband of his jeans before casually flinging it across the room.
Who needed niceties when all you had on your mind was a large bed and a naked Xabi Alonso?
“Are you certain that’s what you want? Because once I get over to your side of the bed, there’s no going back, Gerrard or no.”.
Xabi was screwed if he was going to play a meek, virginal maiden in this scenario. Let Guti think he’s got the upper hand….
“Does it look like I’m backing down?”.
“Great. I do like a challenge.”, replied Guti. His hands were now unbuttoning his jeans. It seemed like mere seconds before he’d shimmied out of them, his socks and shoes landing in the corner as they were flung over Guti’s shoulder.
Xabi swallowed.
Not that Steven was small; far from it, remembered Xabi, mentally wincing at the thought. But Guti?
Good Lord.
“So, Xabi……I’m naked. What’s keeping you?”. Guti was practically purring now as he rounded the bed.
“You’re not the only one in this room who’s just that good, Guti. Maybe I think that you should be glad you got my key. Maybe I think that you should undress me.”.
Xabi had barely finished speaking when Guti gently shoved him backwards onto the bed.
“I really must have been a good boy. It’s too early for Christmas, and too late for my birthday, so what kind of present does that make you?”.
“Oh, fuck….”.
He hadn’t meant to say it, but what else was he to do when Guti’s cock was level with his own, and his hands were running gently up and under his shirt? Heat swept through his body, and he shuddered as Guti’s lips began their slow assault on his neck. They were both well aware of the box of toys in the room, but right now, Guti was quite happy to play with this gorgeous toy that was softly sighing beneath him.
“Told you I wasn’t Stevie…..”
“Stevie who?”, came Xabi’s reply, groaning as his shirt was finally wrenched off of him, and sailed across the room, landing on a table.
And when Guti finally kissed Xabi, he really wouldn’t have known who Steven George Gerrard was if he’d come up to him and smacked him in the face with a wet haddock. Guti kissed him with such passion, warmth and tenderness that Xabi felt as if the world had stopped.
“Now……far be it for me to toot my own horn, but I did say that I was too gorgeous to keep to myself. And I am not a totally selfish person.”, said Guti, voice husky with want and need. His hand worked its way between their sweat slicked bodies, and gently wrapped around Xabi’s cock. Xabi’s hips bucked upward into his grip, and Guti smiled.
“Let me love you, Xabi……”
The mention of the word love sobered Xabi up a tad. There wasn’t any love involved; at least, not with Guti. This was just a bit of fun, a way of letting go and just being in the moment.
Time to take back some control, thought Xabi.
“My turn, pal.”, said Xabi, sliding off of the bed and onto his knees in front of Guti. If there was one thing he was good at, it was this. He’d listened to Stevie singing his praises often enough.
Guti’s toes curled at the first touch of Xabi’s tongue on his cock. Warm, soft and wet, he pushed forward slowly and groaned as Xabi sucked him in. The only one who’d come close to making him come undone this quickly was Sergio Ramos, and even then he’d had to tell the little sod to just speed it up a little.
This time, however, Guti was in no hurry at all. Why would he want to make Xabi skip the exquisite torture?
Xabi was sucking him off like his dick was a lollipop in a porn movie…..all the way in, then almost pulling all the way off before taking Guti in deeper each time. He looked so beautiful, thought Guti, eyes closed, Xabi’s face a mask of pleasure as he concentrated on Guti.
Steven Gerrard was one lucky bastard.
Xabi swallowed, finally taking Guti in as far as he could go. Guti couldn’t hold back the load moan that bounced off of the walls as he glanced down at Xabi. He ran his fingers through Xabi’s hair, and looked down.
“Jesus Christ……”, Guti whispered. “I’ve got to move…..tell me I can move?”.
Xabi nodded as best he could with Guti in his mouth, almost shaking in anticipation. He knew Guti wasn’t going to last much longer.
Not for this round, anyway.
Guti moved his hips, rocking into Xabi’s beautiful, extraordinary, amazing mouth. Heat swept through his body, his legs rapidly turning to jelly, as he finally came. And damn it if watching Xabi swallow all of him didn’t get him hard again.
“You, Alonso, are amazing. And Gerrard’s a fool for even thinking of letting you go.”, Guti managed to gasp out. Both of them laid on the large bed, and Xabi actually felt comfortable in Guti’s embrace.
Steven who?
Participants: Xabi Alonso/Guti
Disclaimer: The product of a sick and twisted mind......
Summary: Guti gets his man.....or does he?
Note: Written for the Cabin Fever key party.
Guti swung open the door to the cabin, fingers crossed for something good. He’d deliberately arrived a little late, hoping to be the second. He loved it when people thought they could have control over Guti.
He saw Xabi Alonso.
“Oh, we’ll that’s not so bad then,” Xabi said, having been annoyed Stevie had been unable to come, but he’d supposed there’d been no way they’d have been allowed to be together again.
“Not so bad!” Guti said, annoyed. “I’m fucking amazing!”
Xabi just grinned.
“Could you love yourself anymore than you already do?”
“Hey! It’s not like I’m prepared to keep all of this to myself; that’d be just too selfish. Anyway, I consider it my good deed for the day.”
Guti returned Xabi’s grin, and Xabi wasn’t sure if he needed to be worried or not.
“Look, Xabier….I know about you and Stevie. Hell, who doesn’t know? I know that you miss him, and I don’t want to…..”.
“You’re rambling, Guti. And yes, I do miss Stevie, but he’s not in the room, is he? You are. So either shut up and kiss me, or shut up and go.”.
Guti grinned again….that teasing, almost dangerous grin that reminded Xabi of a wolf toying with its prey. He watched as Guti slowly began to unbutton his shirt, yanking it out of the waistband of his jeans before casually flinging it across the room.
Who needed niceties when all you had on your mind was a large bed and a naked Xabi Alonso?
“Are you certain that’s what you want? Because once I get over to your side of the bed, there’s no going back, Gerrard or no.”.
Xabi was screwed if he was going to play a meek, virginal maiden in this scenario. Let Guti think he’s got the upper hand….
“Does it look like I’m backing down?”.
“Great. I do like a challenge.”, replied Guti. His hands were now unbuttoning his jeans. It seemed like mere seconds before he’d shimmied out of them, his socks and shoes landing in the corner as they were flung over Guti’s shoulder.
Xabi swallowed.
Not that Steven was small; far from it, remembered Xabi, mentally wincing at the thought. But Guti?
Good Lord.
“So, Xabi……I’m naked. What’s keeping you?”. Guti was practically purring now as he rounded the bed.
“You’re not the only one in this room who’s just that good, Guti. Maybe I think that you should be glad you got my key. Maybe I think that you should undress me.”.
Xabi had barely finished speaking when Guti gently shoved him backwards onto the bed.
“I really must have been a good boy. It’s too early for Christmas, and too late for my birthday, so what kind of present does that make you?”.
“Oh, fuck….”.
He hadn’t meant to say it, but what else was he to do when Guti’s cock was level with his own, and his hands were running gently up and under his shirt? Heat swept through his body, and he shuddered as Guti’s lips began their slow assault on his neck. They were both well aware of the box of toys in the room, but right now, Guti was quite happy to play with this gorgeous toy that was softly sighing beneath him.
“Told you I wasn’t Stevie…..”
“Stevie who?”, came Xabi’s reply, groaning as his shirt was finally wrenched off of him, and sailed across the room, landing on a table.
And when Guti finally kissed Xabi, he really wouldn’t have known who Steven George Gerrard was if he’d come up to him and smacked him in the face with a wet haddock. Guti kissed him with such passion, warmth and tenderness that Xabi felt as if the world had stopped.
“Now……far be it for me to toot my own horn, but I did say that I was too gorgeous to keep to myself. And I am not a totally selfish person.”, said Guti, voice husky with want and need. His hand worked its way between their sweat slicked bodies, and gently wrapped around Xabi’s cock. Xabi’s hips bucked upward into his grip, and Guti smiled.
“Let me love you, Xabi……”
The mention of the word love sobered Xabi up a tad. There wasn’t any love involved; at least, not with Guti. This was just a bit of fun, a way of letting go and just being in the moment.
Time to take back some control, thought Xabi.
“My turn, pal.”, said Xabi, sliding off of the bed and onto his knees in front of Guti. If there was one thing he was good at, it was this. He’d listened to Stevie singing his praises often enough.
Guti’s toes curled at the first touch of Xabi’s tongue on his cock. Warm, soft and wet, he pushed forward slowly and groaned as Xabi sucked him in. The only one who’d come close to making him come undone this quickly was Sergio Ramos, and even then he’d had to tell the little sod to just speed it up a little.
This time, however, Guti was in no hurry at all. Why would he want to make Xabi skip the exquisite torture?
Xabi was sucking him off like his dick was a lollipop in a porn movie…..all the way in, then almost pulling all the way off before taking Guti in deeper each time. He looked so beautiful, thought Guti, eyes closed, Xabi’s face a mask of pleasure as he concentrated on Guti.
Steven Gerrard was one lucky bastard.
Xabi swallowed, finally taking Guti in as far as he could go. Guti couldn’t hold back the load moan that bounced off of the walls as he glanced down at Xabi. He ran his fingers through Xabi’s hair, and looked down.
“Jesus Christ……”, Guti whispered. “I’ve got to move…..tell me I can move?”.
Xabi nodded as best he could with Guti in his mouth, almost shaking in anticipation. He knew Guti wasn’t going to last much longer.
Not for this round, anyway.
Guti moved his hips, rocking into Xabi’s beautiful, extraordinary, amazing mouth. Heat swept through his body, his legs rapidly turning to jelly, as he finally came. And damn it if watching Xabi swallow all of him didn’t get him hard again.
“You, Alonso, are amazing. And Gerrard’s a fool for even thinking of letting you go.”, Guti managed to gasp out. Both of them laid on the large bed, and Xabi actually felt comfortable in Guti’s embrace.
Steven who?