The Manager
Because I think my growing love for Xabier Alonso Olano indicate how I've matured somehow.
Title: The Manager
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Fernando Torres, David Beckham/Fernando Torres, implied Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres, David Beckham/Victoria Beckham
Word Count: 2500~
Disclaimer: The happiness of writing, many lies within.
Summary: AU. Where Xabi Alonso is Fernando's loyal manager. Full of angst.
Feedback: Greatly appreciate. Any criticism, correcting mistakes always welcomed.
Previous part:
"El Niño"
A/N: Pretty much scared of how it went, I hope this is alright though, for the NC-17 part, because something about hot spaniards brings out the smut in my writing. Still unbeta-ed, stiil looking for anyone who interest to do it, but I really want to post it sooner because this is so much fun for me. And I want dedicate it to whom I received my first precious comment elisa88, Enjoy!
Xabi is waiting on the separate room while Fernando and Iker having their interview. He's on the progress of arranging and checking Fernando's schedule as his phone ring.
“Xabi Alonso speaking.” He answers.
“Xabi, Why he doesn't answer my call? Where is he?”
“He's working David, as you are, he is busy too, may I remind you?” Xabi replies calmly, contrast with David Beckham's impatient voice.
“And he has to turn off his phone? What kind of work that dare to turn his phone off?” Piss off because Fernando always has time for him.
“He's on an interview for his newest cover magazine with Iker Casillas, Dav-”
“What?! Oh yeah, that bastard, I forget. Alright then, there's good side he didn't answer my call. Hey Xabi, can you do me a favor?”
“As long it's for Fernando.”
“Prevent him from seeing any kind of media until I get the chance to meet and talk to him.”
“And what is the reason may I ask?”
”Just, yes or no, Alonso.” David's tone goes higher.
”Alright, yes, Beckham. I'll do it for him.” Xabi surrender.
"Thank you." With that, the line ends.
Xabi isn't stupid of course, he always aware of what obstacle that stand in his way. He grabs his iPad and start browsing what kind of news David try to hide for his boyfriend. No need to take much time though.
“David Beckham and Victoria Posh, finally engaged?”
“To be married: David Beckham and his perfect girl.”
Xabi groans. That bastard superstar. How can I hide this big, no, huge murderous news from Fernando? Then he picks his phone once more, jabs David Beckham's number. Turn-off. Seriously? That fucker. Xabi curses under his breath.
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Fernando getting used to Iker Casillas' presence after spends almost the entire day with him, and getting used to Iker Casillas that still give his undressing gaze every time he get the chance to do it, even after Fernando changed to not-so-thin and transparent clothes. Their interview walk smoothly, because everybody seems love them. They talk about their very same hometown, about how Fernando is Iker's fan from his very first time debut, of course, mostly it talks about how Fernando admiring the Saint Iker so much. The interviewer definitely fall in love with them both.
When Fernando and Iker come out from the room, Xabi already waiting for them outside.
“How it goes?” He asks politely.
It is Iker who reply. “Perfect. He is perfect.” Before Fernando can gives his reply, Iker's phone rings.
“I'm sorry, have to take this one.”
“Take your time.” Xabi responds. Both of them watch as Iker goes to a corner.
“So?” Xabi speaks up as he's sure their sound is inaudible to Iker.
Then Fernando turns to him and hugs Xabi tightly, too tight. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Xabier Alonso Olano! You're the best manager in the world.” And follow with kissing him deeply.
Xabi kiss back a bit but he's the one who ends the kiss. “Easy there, Niño.”
“You don't know how much I've been expecting this moment to happen.”
“I know, Niño, I know.”
Fernando gives him his widest smile and his puppy eyes.
“Stop that before somebody get killed.”
“Haha, why is that? But it's too amazing to end. I can't wait to work with him again, well, if I get the chance.”
“Talking the boy who nervous on the sight of Iker Casillas.”
Fernando punch Xabi's arm teasingly.
“Of course you'll work with him again, this is just for the beginning.”
“What?! You must be kidding me!” He almost scream for excitement.
“Guess I don't need reeking my brain to look for your always demanding birthday present this year.”
Fernando hugs Xabi once again. “Xabi I love you!”
The older man finds the words more hurting him than flattering him. “By the way Nando, I have to borrow your phone.”
Fernando lets go of Xabi. “Alright. For what? Ah, doesn't matter. Here, take it.” He gives his phone without further question because of his happiness filling him right now which is relieving Xabi in so many ways. At least he is trying to prevent Fernando to seeing or hearing any kind of media, for now.
Then Iker's manager shows up from the end of the hallway. “Hello guys. Have you done yet? Did you having fun?” Kaká gives his genuine smile.
“I did, don't know about him.” Fernando reply smiles back.
“Of course Iker enjoyed it too, Fernando, no need to worry. By the way, where is he?”
Just in time, Iker's come back from the other corner of the hallway where he disappeared before.
“Sorry for taking too long.” He pauses to check on his phone once again, then looks up. “What I missed?” He says as he puts his phone back on his pocket.
“That Victoria Posh finally will changes her name to Victoria Beckham.” Kaká says it as it just like a wind that pass in front of them, while Xabi feels like a full bucket of icy cold water has been spilled to his whole body, and Fernando, feels like the earth crumbling, the air disappear, the world end around him as he stumbles backwards to Xabi for support. Xabi supports him with his arm around Fernando waist.
“Really? That bastard Beckham, even before I have any chance to shack that girl yet.” Iker jokes.
“Oh, the loss definitely on her.”
Iker and Kaká having a laugh, while Xabi thinks how the world not fair to the young man on his arm.
“I'm sorry, Fernando and I have to go, business waiting.” Xabi pops the words to prevent the half-life Fernando Torres being discovered.
Luckily for Xabi it seems the two men pay no attention to the pale boy. “Oh right. We have to go too. Some works to catch up with.” Kaká responds.
“Yeah. Shame today has to end. It's always joy to spent my time with such a magnificent boy as you are, Fernando.” Iker leans to kiss Fernando on the cheek.
“Until next project then Xabier. Thank you for your hard works.” He offers his right hand to Xabi's.
“Always pleasure.” They shakes hand.
“Until next time.” Kaká follows. Then they leave on separate ways.
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Xabi ends up borrow the meeting room which is the nearest place from where they are at the moment for calming Fernando down, grateful despite it's already late and no one there, except maybe the cleaning services that presence unseen, the room still have the air-conditioner and lights on. Placing Fernando to sit on one of the chair while Xabi sits on the table. Fernando's gaze is blank, he's not talking anymore since the words that felt like death sentences on the younger man left Ricardo Kaká's innocent mouth.
Xabi takes a deep breath. Okay, first trial. He cringes between Fernando's leg, hands on top on Fernando's hands on the armchairs. He's looking at that brown eyes, seeks sparks that he always cherish, it's not there anymore.
“Nando...” He says softly.
No word, no reply, no move. Xabi has no words that fit on a situation like this, because he knows, words is not enough. His hands then starts to rub at Fernando's hands.
“Fernando..” He says again. Soften this time.
Still no change. Xabi has no idea how to makes Fernando better, or maybe just a little bit sign of life come to his face again will be a huge relieve.
Xabi sighs heavily. He move slightly to stands up, and for his surprise, Fernando reacts.
“Kiss me.” Fernando commands calmly with closed eyes.
Xabi backs to cringe between Fernando's legs, hands on his tights. Xabi knows it, the meaning of it, he senses it, where this will lead them. He looks at that beautiful face, examine how the freckles drawn perfectly on that soft white skin, Xabi thinks, maybe if the stars come out on the daylight, it will looks exactly like this. He touches that face that shows how much sad, pained, broken it owner had through. Yes, he wants to erase it, all of it, even if he has to sacrifice himself, to be the one who hurt the most, because he will do anything, everything that make the sadness surrounding the man in front of him vanish, even for just a slight of it, even despite all the thing he does isn't worth to this man. Then he slowly moves his mouth closer to that beautiful precious lips.
They kiss.
And it's different, for Xabi, because before it was never him who started it, before it was just as a thank, before it happened just because the heat of the moment, before it had no deep feeling on it, even now, Xabi knows, very clearly that it's not him that Fernando feels as they kiss. But, hell, he'll go through every pain, hurt and sadness just to get to feels this kind of feeling he always wants to taste.
But Fernando kissing him back like mad, his hands pulling Xabi closer and more closer and wildly roaming all over Xabi's still clothed body, their tongues dancing exploring each others mouth too much. Xabi has to control them not to fall to from the unstable wheeled-chair to the cold floor, but unsuccessful as they fall with Xabi lands with his back first and Fernando on top of him.
Even at an awkward position they are now, Fernando still doesn't open his eyes. His hands doesn't stop groping Xabi's body, his mouth doesn't stop sucks and licks at Xabi's exposed skins as his hands now search for Xabi's button shirt and unbuttoned it blindly.
Xabi doesn't make any sound because he knows he shouldn't break that thin barrier of fantasy Fernando created. So he follows Fernando, pulling Fernando's shirt up and reveals that firm broad young chest. And he starts to raining kisses, savoring Fernando's skin taste on his lips.
Fernando moan slightly. “David...”
It feels like a knife had been stabbed directly to Xabi's heart. Although he had been put the defense expecting that sound too, it still, the unseen bleed is there, cut deeply.
It's Xabi time to move, or he can't take it anymore. He tries to get them up, he moves his hands to Fernando's tight, force it to wraps it around his waist. Fernando complies, tighten it, and follows to wrap his hands on Xabi's neck without stopping his working mouth on the older man's skin anywhere he can reach.
They sloppily climb to the table, knocking the table, and chairs on their way. With Fernando's weight on him, it's nothing to Xabi as he puts the other man on the table. Hundreds kisses covered Fernando's pale skins as Xabi works on both their pants, he pulls at Fernando's pants with a bit of force that makes the whimpers come out from the boy. Xabi's then release his already hardening cock from the very beginning of this moment from it's cage.
He leaves trails of saliva slowly from Fernando's neck, his chest, his stomach, until he reach Fernando’s cock, starts dropping kisses on his balls. The voice of moan and 'David, David, David' on his ears makes Xabi sucking harder, almost violently, although it's not, never equalize the pain he feels at his chest, taste it deeper, almost greedily, although it won't, never satisfy the hungriness he hold all this time. He used his tongue at Fernando's entrance, makes it as wet and slick as he could. Then with fast move Xabi replace it with his finger, his mouth instead, attacks Fernando's already swollen lips, forbid him to say the name that not his anymore.
One, two, three, four fingers stretches the entrance of Xabi's every wet dream. All Fernando's sound of pleasure sends straight too Xabi's mouth, his throat, he moans loudly as Xabi find at his sensitive spots. They reach their limit of air. Fernando pants, the desperate feeling shows all over his face, even when his eyes prevent Xabi's to look at it.
“Please...” Fernando whispers at Xabi's cheek.
It's sound of a plea, but Xabi heard it as a command, so he obeys it. He seals it again, the forbidden sounds that lips made as he slips out his fingers. With one slick move, his hungry deep red cock shove into Fernando's entrance.
Fernando's scream of pleasure makes Xabi's throat vibrating. At these kind of moment, Fernando still doesn't break the closed barrier either, but Xabi on the other hand, embraces each seconds of it, savoring the scene that on his believe, so beautifully fake to be real.
Xabi on his stillness, caging Fernando with his body, lets the younger man do whatever he wants. Fernando's not holds back any nail digging, scalps pulling, and thrusting back at the man of his dream he creates. He keep moving, keep hitting his prostate with Xabi's hard cock, keep working toward his climax. Xabi feels his own climax building inside him, so he reaches the soft skin trapped between their body, the swollen hard cock of Fernando Torres. Fernando blocked sound of pleasure more and more deepen as Xabi wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking him with such tender and he slowing his movement, feels it truly.
Closed eyes slowly opens makes Xabi feels his body become hot and cold, traps between heaven and hell. Matching brown eyes staring each other, hurt and broken against strong and sharp eyes. On reflex, Xabi lets go of Fernando's lips.
“Xabi...” It's his name, Xabi's name that comes out, his hand trailing Xabi's face. Never he heard his name sounded beautifully, felt like an angel has written it on the air surround him.
The tears had fallen finally, bearable no more. Xabi sweeps it away, with raining kisses, sweet breath, and slowly movement.
They kiss. Again.
This time, with so much feeling that Xabi feels he will explode at the sensation. This time, Fernando feels him. This time, Xabi feels needed.
Their tongues dancing, their skins roams, their bodies rocks with each other, each move draws unforgettable memory.
Only the creaking sound of the table,
slick sounds skin against skin, matched breaths, and uncontrollable sobs that audible in the room now. They're slowing, slower their rhythm, when they almost can see that fireworks.
They come at the perfect timing, Fernando between their stomach at the hand of Xabi Alonso, and the older man fills Fernando fully deep inside. Xabi is torn to ask to heaven that if it's okay to hope this moment last longer as Fernando wraps his arm around his shoulder tightly and cry out all his pain that Xabi's can feel it through.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Now the voice of Fernando Torres feels like hundred needles on Xabi's ear.
“Ssh.. It's okay.” Xabi tries to calm the younger man.
“I'm not worth him, I don't deserve him.”
Xabi's heart squashes at the words. If only Xabi has the guts to get this precious man before the other man could, if only he's not that coward, if only he had the brave to took Fernando from the very first time.
“He's the one who doesn't deserve you..” Xabi whisper straight to Fernando's ear.
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When Xabi finally put exhausted and already sleeping Fernando Torres on the car passenger seat, he realizes he forgets something. Damn. Xabi has to remind himself to take the cctv record from the building tomorrow.
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Bow to all of you who read this. :)
Title: The Manager
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Fernando Torres, David Beckham/Fernando Torres, implied Iker Casillas/Fernando Torres, David Beckham/Victoria Beckham
Word Count: 2500~
Disclaimer: The happiness of writing, many lies within.
Summary: AU. Where Xabi Alonso is Fernando's loyal manager. Full of angst.
Feedback: Greatly appreciate. Any criticism, correcting mistakes always welcomed.
Previous part:
"El Niño"
A/N: Pretty much scared of how it went, I hope this is alright though, for the NC-17 part, because something about hot spaniards brings out the smut in my writing. Still unbeta-ed, stiil looking for anyone who interest to do it, but I really want to post it sooner because this is so much fun for me. And I want dedicate it to whom I received my first precious comment elisa88, Enjoy!
Xabi is waiting on the separate room while Fernando and Iker having their interview. He's on the progress of arranging and checking Fernando's schedule as his phone ring.
“Xabi Alonso speaking.” He answers.
“Xabi, Why he doesn't answer my call? Where is he?”
“He's working David, as you are, he is busy too, may I remind you?” Xabi replies calmly, contrast with David Beckham's impatient voice.
“And he has to turn off his phone? What kind of work that dare to turn his phone off?” Piss off because Fernando always has time for him.
“He's on an interview for his newest cover magazine with Iker Casillas, Dav-”
“What?! Oh yeah, that bastard, I forget. Alright then, there's good side he didn't answer my call. Hey Xabi, can you do me a favor?”
“As long it's for Fernando.”
“Prevent him from seeing any kind of media until I get the chance to meet and talk to him.”
“And what is the reason may I ask?”
”Just, yes or no, Alonso.” David's tone goes higher.
”Alright, yes, Beckham. I'll do it for him.” Xabi surrender.
"Thank you." With that, the line ends.
Xabi isn't stupid of course, he always aware of what obstacle that stand in his way. He grabs his iPad and start browsing what kind of news David try to hide for his boyfriend. No need to take much time though.
“David Beckham and Victoria Posh, finally engaged?”
“To be married: David Beckham and his perfect girl.”
Xabi groans. That bastard superstar. How can I hide this big, no, huge murderous news from Fernando? Then he picks his phone once more, jabs David Beckham's number. Turn-off. Seriously? That fucker. Xabi curses under his breath.
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Fernando getting used to Iker Casillas' presence after spends almost the entire day with him, and getting used to Iker Casillas that still give his undressing gaze every time he get the chance to do it, even after Fernando changed to not-so-thin and transparent clothes. Their interview walk smoothly, because everybody seems love them. They talk about their very same hometown, about how Fernando is Iker's fan from his very first time debut, of course, mostly it talks about how Fernando admiring the Saint Iker so much. The interviewer definitely fall in love with them both.
When Fernando and Iker come out from the room, Xabi already waiting for them outside.
“How it goes?” He asks politely.
It is Iker who reply. “Perfect. He is perfect.” Before Fernando can gives his reply, Iker's phone rings.
“I'm sorry, have to take this one.”
“Take your time.” Xabi responds. Both of them watch as Iker goes to a corner.
“So?” Xabi speaks up as he's sure their sound is inaudible to Iker.
Then Fernando turns to him and hugs Xabi tightly, too tight. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Xabier Alonso Olano! You're the best manager in the world.” And follow with kissing him deeply.
Xabi kiss back a bit but he's the one who ends the kiss. “Easy there, Niño.”
“You don't know how much I've been expecting this moment to happen.”
“I know, Niño, I know.”
Fernando gives him his widest smile and his puppy eyes.
“Stop that before somebody get killed.”
“Haha, why is that? But it's too amazing to end. I can't wait to work with him again, well, if I get the chance.”
“Talking the boy who nervous on the sight of Iker Casillas.”
Fernando punch Xabi's arm teasingly.
“Of course you'll work with him again, this is just for the beginning.”
“What?! You must be kidding me!” He almost scream for excitement.
“Guess I don't need reeking my brain to look for your always demanding birthday present this year.”
Fernando hugs Xabi once again. “Xabi I love you!”
The older man finds the words more hurting him than flattering him. “By the way Nando, I have to borrow your phone.”
Fernando lets go of Xabi. “Alright. For what? Ah, doesn't matter. Here, take it.” He gives his phone without further question because of his happiness filling him right now which is relieving Xabi in so many ways. At least he is trying to prevent Fernando to seeing or hearing any kind of media, for now.
Then Iker's manager shows up from the end of the hallway. “Hello guys. Have you done yet? Did you having fun?” Kaká gives his genuine smile.
“I did, don't know about him.” Fernando reply smiles back.
“Of course Iker enjoyed it too, Fernando, no need to worry. By the way, where is he?”
Just in time, Iker's come back from the other corner of the hallway where he disappeared before.
“Sorry for taking too long.” He pauses to check on his phone once again, then looks up. “What I missed?” He says as he puts his phone back on his pocket.
“That Victoria Posh finally will changes her name to Victoria Beckham.” Kaká says it as it just like a wind that pass in front of them, while Xabi feels like a full bucket of icy cold water has been spilled to his whole body, and Fernando, feels like the earth crumbling, the air disappear, the world end around him as he stumbles backwards to Xabi for support. Xabi supports him with his arm around Fernando waist.
“Really? That bastard Beckham, even before I have any chance to shack that girl yet.” Iker jokes.
“Oh, the loss definitely on her.”
Iker and Kaká having a laugh, while Xabi thinks how the world not fair to the young man on his arm.
“I'm sorry, Fernando and I have to go, business waiting.” Xabi pops the words to prevent the half-life Fernando Torres being discovered.
Luckily for Xabi it seems the two men pay no attention to the pale boy. “Oh right. We have to go too. Some works to catch up with.” Kaká responds.
“Yeah. Shame today has to end. It's always joy to spent my time with such a magnificent boy as you are, Fernando.” Iker leans to kiss Fernando on the cheek.
“Until next project then Xabier. Thank you for your hard works.” He offers his right hand to Xabi's.
“Always pleasure.” They shakes hand.
“Until next time.” Kaká follows. Then they leave on separate ways.
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Xabi ends up borrow the meeting room which is the nearest place from where they are at the moment for calming Fernando down, grateful despite it's already late and no one there, except maybe the cleaning services that presence unseen, the room still have the air-conditioner and lights on. Placing Fernando to sit on one of the chair while Xabi sits on the table. Fernando's gaze is blank, he's not talking anymore since the words that felt like death sentences on the younger man left Ricardo Kaká's innocent mouth.
Xabi takes a deep breath. Okay, first trial. He cringes between Fernando's leg, hands on top on Fernando's hands on the armchairs. He's looking at that brown eyes, seeks sparks that he always cherish, it's not there anymore.
“Nando...” He says softly.
No word, no reply, no move. Xabi has no words that fit on a situation like this, because he knows, words is not enough. His hands then starts to rub at Fernando's hands.
“Fernando..” He says again. Soften this time.
Still no change. Xabi has no idea how to makes Fernando better, or maybe just a little bit sign of life come to his face again will be a huge relieve.
Xabi sighs heavily. He move slightly to stands up, and for his surprise, Fernando reacts.
“Kiss me.” Fernando commands calmly with closed eyes.
Xabi backs to cringe between Fernando's legs, hands on his tights. Xabi knows it, the meaning of it, he senses it, where this will lead them. He looks at that beautiful face, examine how the freckles drawn perfectly on that soft white skin, Xabi thinks, maybe if the stars come out on the daylight, it will looks exactly like this. He touches that face that shows how much sad, pained, broken it owner had through. Yes, he wants to erase it, all of it, even if he has to sacrifice himself, to be the one who hurt the most, because he will do anything, everything that make the sadness surrounding the man in front of him vanish, even for just a slight of it, even despite all the thing he does isn't worth to this man. Then he slowly moves his mouth closer to that beautiful precious lips.
They kiss.
And it's different, for Xabi, because before it was never him who started it, before it was just as a thank, before it happened just because the heat of the moment, before it had no deep feeling on it, even now, Xabi knows, very clearly that it's not him that Fernando feels as they kiss. But, hell, he'll go through every pain, hurt and sadness just to get to feels this kind of feeling he always wants to taste.
But Fernando kissing him back like mad, his hands pulling Xabi closer and more closer and wildly roaming all over Xabi's still clothed body, their tongues dancing exploring each others mouth too much. Xabi has to control them not to fall to from the unstable wheeled-chair to the cold floor, but unsuccessful as they fall with Xabi lands with his back first and Fernando on top of him.
Even at an awkward position they are now, Fernando still doesn't open his eyes. His hands doesn't stop groping Xabi's body, his mouth doesn't stop sucks and licks at Xabi's exposed skins as his hands now search for Xabi's button shirt and unbuttoned it blindly.
Xabi doesn't make any sound because he knows he shouldn't break that thin barrier of fantasy Fernando created. So he follows Fernando, pulling Fernando's shirt up and reveals that firm broad young chest. And he starts to raining kisses, savoring Fernando's skin taste on his lips.
Fernando moan slightly. “David...”
It feels like a knife had been stabbed directly to Xabi's heart. Although he had been put the defense expecting that sound too, it still, the unseen bleed is there, cut deeply.
It's Xabi time to move, or he can't take it anymore. He tries to get them up, he moves his hands to Fernando's tight, force it to wraps it around his waist. Fernando complies, tighten it, and follows to wrap his hands on Xabi's neck without stopping his working mouth on the older man's skin anywhere he can reach.
They sloppily climb to the table, knocking the table, and chairs on their way. With Fernando's weight on him, it's nothing to Xabi as he puts the other man on the table. Hundreds kisses covered Fernando's pale skins as Xabi works on both their pants, he pulls at Fernando's pants with a bit of force that makes the whimpers come out from the boy. Xabi's then release his already hardening cock from the very beginning of this moment from it's cage.
He leaves trails of saliva slowly from Fernando's neck, his chest, his stomach, until he reach Fernando’s cock, starts dropping kisses on his balls. The voice of moan and 'David, David, David' on his ears makes Xabi sucking harder, almost violently, although it's not, never equalize the pain he feels at his chest, taste it deeper, almost greedily, although it won't, never satisfy the hungriness he hold all this time. He used his tongue at Fernando's entrance, makes it as wet and slick as he could. Then with fast move Xabi replace it with his finger, his mouth instead, attacks Fernando's already swollen lips, forbid him to say the name that not his anymore.
One, two, three, four fingers stretches the entrance of Xabi's every wet dream. All Fernando's sound of pleasure sends straight too Xabi's mouth, his throat, he moans loudly as Xabi find at his sensitive spots. They reach their limit of air. Fernando pants, the desperate feeling shows all over his face, even when his eyes prevent Xabi's to look at it.
“Please...” Fernando whispers at Xabi's cheek.
It's sound of a plea, but Xabi heard it as a command, so he obeys it. He seals it again, the forbidden sounds that lips made as he slips out his fingers. With one slick move, his hungry deep red cock shove into Fernando's entrance.
Fernando's scream of pleasure makes Xabi's throat vibrating. At these kind of moment, Fernando still doesn't break the closed barrier either, but Xabi on the other hand, embraces each seconds of it, savoring the scene that on his believe, so beautifully fake to be real.
Xabi on his stillness, caging Fernando with his body, lets the younger man do whatever he wants. Fernando's not holds back any nail digging, scalps pulling, and thrusting back at the man of his dream he creates. He keep moving, keep hitting his prostate with Xabi's hard cock, keep working toward his climax. Xabi feels his own climax building inside him, so he reaches the soft skin trapped between their body, the swollen hard cock of Fernando Torres. Fernando blocked sound of pleasure more and more deepen as Xabi wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking him with such tender and he slowing his movement, feels it truly.
Closed eyes slowly opens makes Xabi feels his body become hot and cold, traps between heaven and hell. Matching brown eyes staring each other, hurt and broken against strong and sharp eyes. On reflex, Xabi lets go of Fernando's lips.
“Xabi...” It's his name, Xabi's name that comes out, his hand trailing Xabi's face. Never he heard his name sounded beautifully, felt like an angel has written it on the air surround him.
The tears had fallen finally, bearable no more. Xabi sweeps it away, with raining kisses, sweet breath, and slowly movement.
They kiss. Again.
This time, with so much feeling that Xabi feels he will explode at the sensation. This time, Fernando feels him. This time, Xabi feels needed.
Their tongues dancing, their skins roams, their bodies rocks with each other, each move draws unforgettable memory.
Only the creaking sound of the table,
slick sounds skin against skin, matched breaths, and uncontrollable sobs that audible in the room now. They're slowing, slower their rhythm, when they almost can see that fireworks.
They come at the perfect timing, Fernando between their stomach at the hand of Xabi Alonso, and the older man fills Fernando fully deep inside. Xabi is torn to ask to heaven that if it's okay to hope this moment last longer as Fernando wraps his arm around his shoulder tightly and cry out all his pain that Xabi's can feel it through.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Now the voice of Fernando Torres feels like hundred needles on Xabi's ear.
“Ssh.. It's okay.” Xabi tries to calm the younger man.
“I'm not worth him, I don't deserve him.”
Xabi's heart squashes at the words. If only Xabi has the guts to get this precious man before the other man could, if only he's not that coward, if only he had the brave to took Fernando from the very first time.
“He's the one who doesn't deserve you..” Xabi whisper straight to Fernando's ear.
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When Xabi finally put exhausted and already sleeping Fernando Torres on the car passenger seat, he realizes he forgets something. Damn. Xabi has to remind himself to take the cctv record from the building tomorrow.
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Bow to all of you who read this. :)