In Sickness and In Health
Title: In Sickness and In Health
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gerrard/Alonso
Word Count: 913
Summary: Xabi has a cold and Stevie tries to make him feel better.
Disclaimer: Entirely a work of fiction.
Author’s Notes: My first fic ever! I’ve been sick these past couple of days. Bedridden and with free time on my hands, I wrote this on a whim. Constructive criticism is very much welcome, and please point out if I have made some stupid mistakes, grammatical or otherwise.
Stevie climbs up the stairs to their bedroom, a glass of water in hand.
“Hey Xabi, feeling better now?”
“Hmmm…”
It was the only sound Xabi could mutter. His joints were still aching, though not as bad as yesterday. He was feeling very cold and had been coughing a lot. He had been lying on his side for a few hours now, wrapped up in a blanket.
“Muscles. Aching. Cannot sleep.” Xabi said.
My poor baby, Stevie thought. He steps into Xabi’s side of the bed, kneels down and offers him some water. Xabi sips a little of it while still lying on his side. Stevie places the glass on his bedside table and slips under the covers, puts his arms around Xabi’s waist and proceeds to give soft, chaste kisses on his lover’s nape.
“Have you taken your medicine, love?” Stevie asks.
“I did. Thank again for buying them.”
“I just want to see you back in good health as soon as possible, yeah.”
“You know, Stevie, you shouldn’t be near me when I am sick - you might get sick as well. I don’t want to do that to you, querido.”
“Oh bugger that, I just want to be there for you all the time, as cheesy as that sounds.” Stevie clings to Xabi just a tad more, inhaling his scent. His lover smells of citrus shampoo and sweat.
“Steven George Gerrard, hopeless romantic.” Xabi’s lips curve into a small smile as his lover soothes his back and kisses his neck some more.
Xabi’s crotch starts to stir as his lover continues to lavish him with his kisses and warm touch. Stevie soon realizes this and smirks mischievously as his hands find their way to the Spaniard’s stomach.
“Love your furry belly,” he blurts out absentmindedly.
“Mmmm Stevie…” was all Xabi could say.
By this time, Xabi is now rock hard; his length aching to break free from his boxers.
“You know, the meds haven’t kicked in yet. Why don’t we try some alternative methods?” Stevie says.
“I’d be open to that, amor.” Xabi says, looking forward to his English lover’s suggestion.
Stevie then slowly inches his hands up Xabi’s torso, raising him up to a sitting position on the bed. He takes off Xabi’s shirt and marvels at the sight before him - even now, years into their relationship, Stevie is still enamored by his Spanish lover’s beauty.
“Are you sure, Xabs?” A hint of hesitation in his voice.
“I’m sure, Stevie. Besides, I have been feeling like shit the whole afternoon so this is a welcome change.” Xabi says, smiling despite not feeling a hundred percent.
Stevie nods, then proceeds to kiss his lover’s neck, reveling in his lovely stubble which he very much adores. He nips at his collar bone, tasting him. He then moves to the Spaniard’s hips, slips his hands inside his boxers and removes then completely. Xabi’s cock is fully erect and pre-come is already leaking on its tip.
Damn, it’s already so big, Stevie thought.
“Please, amor…” was all Xabi could mutter, his blistering gaze locked into the Scouse’s beautiful blue eyes.
Stevie works his way from the Spaniard’s shoulders to his stomach, planting kisses and eliciting soft moans along the way. He kisses his lover’s thighs, massaging them and licking his inner thighs as well.
“Amor!” Xabi shouts. He couldn’t take much longer - he was hungry for his husband’s mouth on him.
Hearing Xabi scream, Steven licks the Spaniard’s length, enjoying the taste he loves so much. He soon swallows him whole, opening up his throat for his lover. Xabi’s eyes are closed as he savors the moment. Soon enough, Stevie engulfs his hard cock into his mouth. He grabs on to his hair as the Scouse gives him his undivided attention. He slowly thrusts into his mouth, relishing every second.
“Stevie, love, so close. So close…”
Stevie continues to work his way up Xabi’s hard length, caressing it and licking his shaft from top to bottom. He places his fingers on Xabi’s mouth for a moment, and with those same fingers, he then carries on to slowly enter his lover’s entrance, drawing out more moans.
“Ay dios! Stevie!” Xabi shouts, as he tightly grabs the bed sheets and comes inside the Scouse’s mouth. Stevie swallows all of him and laps up drops of his lover’s seed on his stomach. He swallows his hard cock again, drawing out a shudder from the Spaniard. He licks his lips and presses soft kisses on Xabi’s chest, enjoying the sight of his satisfied lover.
“That was so good.”
Stevie grins at his lover, beaming with pride.
They lay there for quite some time, just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m going to get a glass of water downstairs, you want one as well?” Stevie asks.
“Yes, please. Thank you, amor.” Xabi replies, a warm smile spread across his face.
A barefoot Stevie gets up and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen, gets two glasses of water and quickly climbs back up to their bedroom.
On their bed, he sees that Xabi is now asleep. He smiles and relishes the sight of his lover peacefully sleeping. Xabi looks so innocent while he sleeps, and he is reminded of the 23-year old lad from San Sebastián whom he fell in love with the instant they met.
I hope he feels better tomorrow.
Stevie slips under the covers, kisses his lover’s forehead and goes to sleep as well.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gerrard/Alonso
Word Count: 913
Summary: Xabi has a cold and Stevie tries to make him feel better.
Disclaimer: Entirely a work of fiction.
Author’s Notes: My first fic ever! I’ve been sick these past couple of days. Bedridden and with free time on my hands, I wrote this on a whim. Constructive criticism is very much welcome, and please point out if I have made some stupid mistakes, grammatical or otherwise.
Stevie climbs up the stairs to their bedroom, a glass of water in hand.
“Hey Xabi, feeling better now?”
“Hmmm…”
It was the only sound Xabi could mutter. His joints were still aching, though not as bad as yesterday. He was feeling very cold and had been coughing a lot. He had been lying on his side for a few hours now, wrapped up in a blanket.
“Muscles. Aching. Cannot sleep.” Xabi said.
My poor baby, Stevie thought. He steps into Xabi’s side of the bed, kneels down and offers him some water. Xabi sips a little of it while still lying on his side. Stevie places the glass on his bedside table and slips under the covers, puts his arms around Xabi’s waist and proceeds to give soft, chaste kisses on his lover’s nape.
“Have you taken your medicine, love?” Stevie asks.
“I did. Thank again for buying them.”
“I just want to see you back in good health as soon as possible, yeah.”
“You know, Stevie, you shouldn’t be near me when I am sick - you might get sick as well. I don’t want to do that to you, querido.”
“Oh bugger that, I just want to be there for you all the time, as cheesy as that sounds.” Stevie clings to Xabi just a tad more, inhaling his scent. His lover smells of citrus shampoo and sweat.
“Steven George Gerrard, hopeless romantic.” Xabi’s lips curve into a small smile as his lover soothes his back and kisses his neck some more.
Xabi’s crotch starts to stir as his lover continues to lavish him with his kisses and warm touch. Stevie soon realizes this and smirks mischievously as his hands find their way to the Spaniard’s stomach.
“Love your furry belly,” he blurts out absentmindedly.
“Mmmm Stevie…” was all Xabi could say.
By this time, Xabi is now rock hard; his length aching to break free from his boxers.
“You know, the meds haven’t kicked in yet. Why don’t we try some alternative methods?” Stevie says.
“I’d be open to that, amor.” Xabi says, looking forward to his English lover’s suggestion.
Stevie then slowly inches his hands up Xabi’s torso, raising him up to a sitting position on the bed. He takes off Xabi’s shirt and marvels at the sight before him - even now, years into their relationship, Stevie is still enamored by his Spanish lover’s beauty.
“Are you sure, Xabs?” A hint of hesitation in his voice.
“I’m sure, Stevie. Besides, I have been feeling like shit the whole afternoon so this is a welcome change.” Xabi says, smiling despite not feeling a hundred percent.
Stevie nods, then proceeds to kiss his lover’s neck, reveling in his lovely stubble which he very much adores. He nips at his collar bone, tasting him. He then moves to the Spaniard’s hips, slips his hands inside his boxers and removes then completely. Xabi’s cock is fully erect and pre-come is already leaking on its tip.
Damn, it’s already so big, Stevie thought.
“Please, amor…” was all Xabi could mutter, his blistering gaze locked into the Scouse’s beautiful blue eyes.
Stevie works his way from the Spaniard’s shoulders to his stomach, planting kisses and eliciting soft moans along the way. He kisses his lover’s thighs, massaging them and licking his inner thighs as well.
“Amor!” Xabi shouts. He couldn’t take much longer - he was hungry for his husband’s mouth on him.
Hearing Xabi scream, Steven licks the Spaniard’s length, enjoying the taste he loves so much. He soon swallows him whole, opening up his throat for his lover. Xabi’s eyes are closed as he savors the moment. Soon enough, Stevie engulfs his hard cock into his mouth. He grabs on to his hair as the Scouse gives him his undivided attention. He slowly thrusts into his mouth, relishing every second.
“Stevie, love, so close. So close…”
Stevie continues to work his way up Xabi’s hard length, caressing it and licking his shaft from top to bottom. He places his fingers on Xabi’s mouth for a moment, and with those same fingers, he then carries on to slowly enter his lover’s entrance, drawing out more moans.
“Ay dios! Stevie!” Xabi shouts, as he tightly grabs the bed sheets and comes inside the Scouse’s mouth. Stevie swallows all of him and laps up drops of his lover’s seed on his stomach. He swallows his hard cock again, drawing out a shudder from the Spaniard. He licks his lips and presses soft kisses on Xabi’s chest, enjoying the sight of his satisfied lover.
“That was so good.”
Stevie grins at his lover, beaming with pride.
They lay there for quite some time, just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m going to get a glass of water downstairs, you want one as well?” Stevie asks.
“Yes, please. Thank you, amor.” Xabi replies, a warm smile spread across his face.
A barefoot Stevie gets up and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen, gets two glasses of water and quickly climbs back up to their bedroom.
On their bed, he sees that Xabi is now asleep. He smiles and relishes the sight of his lover peacefully sleeping. Xabi looks so innocent while he sleeps, and he is reminded of the 23-year old lad from San Sebastián whom he fell in love with the instant they met.
I hope he feels better tomorrow.
Stevie slips under the covers, kisses his lover’s forehead and goes to sleep as well.