Saying Hello (standalone)
Title: Saying Hello (standalone)
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Xabi Alonso and Mikel Alonso
Summary: Mikel needs some lovin'
Warnings: 18+ - Adult themes - incest.
Disclaimer: Not freakin' true. So don't get your panties in a twist.
Warning! It's fictional but if you have a problem with reading incest then go away. Because they do the dirty here. I would like to thank my darling' Bubbles (
miomeinmio ) for proof reading this. The idea came from me being heartbroken about Alan Smith being sold to Newcastle so I wrote this to help me during the pain. Cate found it funny. No point or plot to the story my reference to Xabi being "dirty" is more in regards to what Cate says about his ass. And FYI I really like voicing Mikel as a badass.
SAYING HELLO
“You not going to come and see me?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not little brother?”
“Because I’ve got training and games to play right now.”
“Not even for the night?”
“Mikel. Stop it. I told you, I can’t come down.”
“Fine. See you on the pitch.”
----
Mikel lay on his new couch, taking in his new house. It would do for now; private enough that he wouldn’t be bothered but he would need to look into something bigger. He never felt more comfortable in a foreign country than he did in England. Sure, home was Spain, but England was a close second. He adored the winter nights and the cold showers, the harsh accents and the pub foods. He liked their way of living, and moreover how dramatic and passionate they were about their sports. The weather was holding up nicely and Mikel couldn’t figure out why so many foreign players still moaned about the weather. It was a nice day outside. The nights were chilly, but not so much that you needed heaters on. A bunch of complainers, he figured.
Mikel picked up his remote and flicked on the TV. He’d gotten all his electric installed before he had moved in, because nothing was more frustrating than having nothing to watch late at night. He switched through the various channels, thankful that his English was pretty good and he could enjoy what the British had as their daily programming. He decided, however, to check out what was happening in the sporting world and changed the channel to 405, Sky Sports.
Mikel watched, fascinated. Sure, the news at home was pretty thorough, but it seemed the English went all out, talking about different leagues and sports. However, his fascination was cut short when the door bell rang. Frowning, he stood up and went to hallway, wondering who it was. Opening the door a creek he almost smirked when he saw his kid brother huddled in his jacket with hands shoved down his jean pockets.
“Xabi,” smiled Mikel. His brother rolled his eyes and pushed passed him. Laughing, Mikel closed and locked the door before finding Xabi standing in his living room.
“So, what brings you here?”
Xabi huffed loudly.
“Come on, sweetheart,” laughed Mikel.
“Mikel,” warned Xabi, his voice low and threatening. Mikel smiled, however, and stalked towards Xabi, who didn’t move, looking evenly at Mikel.
“I love how you’re mine,” whispered Mikel, Xabi shivering at the sultry sound. Mikel unzipped Xabi’s jacket and removed it. He grabbed Xabi’s shirt and pulled it over his head, letting his hand drift down Xabi’s defined chest, plucking a nipple that hardened under his fingers. Xabi hissed in a breath, his eyes at half mast. Letting go of his nipple, Mikel yanked at Xabi’s belt, pulling the strong leather out of the belt hoops before discarding it on the floor next to the jacket.
“Take your shoes off,” commanded Mikel. In a half daze, Xabi complied, toeing off his trainers and pushing them aside. Nothing but Xabi’s jeans and boxers left, Mikel bent down and pulled at Xabi’s jeans, pulling his underwear away with them. He pushed Xabi onto the couch and pulled off his own clothes. Not saying anything, he crawled in between Xabi’s legs and grabbed his brother’s hardening cock. Mikel let his hand drift up and down the cock, his dry hand slowly becoming wet as Xabi’s pre-come began to leak profusely.
“That’s it,” moaned Mikel. Xabi arched, and Mikel took his length into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Xabi let out a grunt and fell back onto the couch as Mikel licked and sucked, bobbing his head at a frantic pace. Mikel had only ever sucked Xabi’s cock, never trusting anyone enough to show this side of him. He couldn’t speak for Xabi, but he figured he was already taking it up the ass for a certain Liverpool captain anyway.
“Mikel,” moaned Xabi, his hips working with Mikel’s suction. Xabi’s hands found their way into Mikel’s hair and he pulled and pushed, making Mikel work harder and making him hornier. Mikel worked on his brother’s cock for another minute or so before pulling off. Xabi moaned, distressed, but Mikel wasn’t a fan of sucking cock. He only did it because Xabi enjoyed it.
“Wait a minute,” he said to Xabi, who blinked lazily up at him. Getting up, he walked out of the living room and into the bedroom, which was two doors down. Rummaging through his drawers, he picked up a bottle of lube and a condom. God knew where his brother had been. Making his way back to the living room, he threw the condom at Xabi.
“Dress up.” Xabi rolled his eyes but did so anyway, ripping the condom packages and rolling the sheath on himself. Mikel placed his legs on either side of Xabi’s, straddling his younger brother. Popping open the new bottle of lube, he squeezed some gel out and spread it across Xabi’s cock, before using the same wet fingers to get himself ready. He slipped two fingers in and moaned at the sensation. He loved it when he finger fucked himself--But he had a willing cock ready and that was much better. Pulling his fingers out, he leaned up on his knees and grasped Xabi’s cock. Aligning it with his hole, he pushed down until he was completely sitting on Xabi’s lap.
“Fuck!” they both moaned loudly. Mikel sighed as his brother’s cock fully penetrated him, not moving for a few seconds. Mikel savoured the feel of the first burning stretch and then the pure bliss.
“Move,” ordered Xabi. Mikel smirked and did what he was told. He rose up and then pushed back down, his body meeting Xabi’s in a frantic pace. Up down, up down. The closer their orgasms approached the harder their bodies met, sweat making their eyes sting and the heat of their flushed bodies heightening their pleasure.
“Oh God, oh God,” moaned Xabi. Grabbing his own cock, Mikel gave it a few tugs as he slammed back down on Xabi. He could feel the buzzing, his ears ringing and finally the sweet relief. Mikel came hard as he spilled all over Xabi, the white, sticky mess making a strange picture on Xabi’s flexing abdomen. Mikel continued to move up and down on Xabi’s cock, trying to make his brother come, and after a few seconds the Liverpool man shuddered as he filled the condom.
Mikel waited a minute or so before getting up, leaving Xabi to get rid of the condom as he made his way to the bathroom to clean up. He turned on the tap and started to get ready for his shower.
“I’ll see you later.”
Mikel looked up and saw Xabi stood in front of him, clothes hurriedly thrown on and his face still flushed. His eyes were still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. Stepping up, Mikel pushed his naked body into Xabi’s and claimed Xabi’s lips in a frantic kiss. Pulling back, he patted Xabi’s cheek with one hand.
“See you on the pitch.”
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Xabi Alonso and Mikel Alonso
Summary: Mikel needs some lovin'
Warnings: 18+ - Adult themes - incest.
Disclaimer: Not freakin' true. So don't get your panties in a twist.
Warning! It's fictional but if you have a problem with reading incest then go away. Because they do the dirty here. I would like to thank my darling' Bubbles (
miomeinmio ) for proof reading this. The idea came from me being heartbroken about Alan Smith being sold to Newcastle so I wrote this to help me during the pain. Cate found it funny. No point or plot to the story my reference to Xabi being "dirty" is more in regards to what Cate says about his ass. And FYI I really like voicing Mikel as a badass.
SAYING HELLO
“You not going to come and see me?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not little brother?”
“Because I’ve got training and games to play right now.”
“Not even for the night?”
“Mikel. Stop it. I told you, I can’t come down.”
“Fine. See you on the pitch.”
----
Mikel lay on his new couch, taking in his new house. It would do for now; private enough that he wouldn’t be bothered but he would need to look into something bigger. He never felt more comfortable in a foreign country than he did in England. Sure, home was Spain, but England was a close second. He adored the winter nights and the cold showers, the harsh accents and the pub foods. He liked their way of living, and moreover how dramatic and passionate they were about their sports. The weather was holding up nicely and Mikel couldn’t figure out why so many foreign players still moaned about the weather. It was a nice day outside. The nights were chilly, but not so much that you needed heaters on. A bunch of complainers, he figured.
Mikel picked up his remote and flicked on the TV. He’d gotten all his electric installed before he had moved in, because nothing was more frustrating than having nothing to watch late at night. He switched through the various channels, thankful that his English was pretty good and he could enjoy what the British had as their daily programming. He decided, however, to check out what was happening in the sporting world and changed the channel to 405, Sky Sports.
Mikel watched, fascinated. Sure, the news at home was pretty thorough, but it seemed the English went all out, talking about different leagues and sports. However, his fascination was cut short when the door bell rang. Frowning, he stood up and went to hallway, wondering who it was. Opening the door a creek he almost smirked when he saw his kid brother huddled in his jacket with hands shoved down his jean pockets.
“Xabi,” smiled Mikel. His brother rolled his eyes and pushed passed him. Laughing, Mikel closed and locked the door before finding Xabi standing in his living room.
“So, what brings you here?”
Xabi huffed loudly.
“Come on, sweetheart,” laughed Mikel.
“Mikel,” warned Xabi, his voice low and threatening. Mikel smiled, however, and stalked towards Xabi, who didn’t move, looking evenly at Mikel.
“I love how you’re mine,” whispered Mikel, Xabi shivering at the sultry sound. Mikel unzipped Xabi’s jacket and removed it. He grabbed Xabi’s shirt and pulled it over his head, letting his hand drift down Xabi’s defined chest, plucking a nipple that hardened under his fingers. Xabi hissed in a breath, his eyes at half mast. Letting go of his nipple, Mikel yanked at Xabi’s belt, pulling the strong leather out of the belt hoops before discarding it on the floor next to the jacket.
“Take your shoes off,” commanded Mikel. In a half daze, Xabi complied, toeing off his trainers and pushing them aside. Nothing but Xabi’s jeans and boxers left, Mikel bent down and pulled at Xabi’s jeans, pulling his underwear away with them. He pushed Xabi onto the couch and pulled off his own clothes. Not saying anything, he crawled in between Xabi’s legs and grabbed his brother’s hardening cock. Mikel let his hand drift up and down the cock, his dry hand slowly becoming wet as Xabi’s pre-come began to leak profusely.
“That’s it,” moaned Mikel. Xabi arched, and Mikel took his length into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Xabi let out a grunt and fell back onto the couch as Mikel licked and sucked, bobbing his head at a frantic pace. Mikel had only ever sucked Xabi’s cock, never trusting anyone enough to show this side of him. He couldn’t speak for Xabi, but he figured he was already taking it up the ass for a certain Liverpool captain anyway.
“Mikel,” moaned Xabi, his hips working with Mikel’s suction. Xabi’s hands found their way into Mikel’s hair and he pulled and pushed, making Mikel work harder and making him hornier. Mikel worked on his brother’s cock for another minute or so before pulling off. Xabi moaned, distressed, but Mikel wasn’t a fan of sucking cock. He only did it because Xabi enjoyed it.
“Wait a minute,” he said to Xabi, who blinked lazily up at him. Getting up, he walked out of the living room and into the bedroom, which was two doors down. Rummaging through his drawers, he picked up a bottle of lube and a condom. God knew where his brother had been. Making his way back to the living room, he threw the condom at Xabi.
“Dress up.” Xabi rolled his eyes but did so anyway, ripping the condom packages and rolling the sheath on himself. Mikel placed his legs on either side of Xabi’s, straddling his younger brother. Popping open the new bottle of lube, he squeezed some gel out and spread it across Xabi’s cock, before using the same wet fingers to get himself ready. He slipped two fingers in and moaned at the sensation. He loved it when he finger fucked himself--But he had a willing cock ready and that was much better. Pulling his fingers out, he leaned up on his knees and grasped Xabi’s cock. Aligning it with his hole, he pushed down until he was completely sitting on Xabi’s lap.
“Fuck!” they both moaned loudly. Mikel sighed as his brother’s cock fully penetrated him, not moving for a few seconds. Mikel savoured the feel of the first burning stretch and then the pure bliss.
“Move,” ordered Xabi. Mikel smirked and did what he was told. He rose up and then pushed back down, his body meeting Xabi’s in a frantic pace. Up down, up down. The closer their orgasms approached the harder their bodies met, sweat making their eyes sting and the heat of their flushed bodies heightening their pleasure.
“Oh God, oh God,” moaned Xabi. Grabbing his own cock, Mikel gave it a few tugs as he slammed back down on Xabi. He could feel the buzzing, his ears ringing and finally the sweet relief. Mikel came hard as he spilled all over Xabi, the white, sticky mess making a strange picture on Xabi’s flexing abdomen. Mikel continued to move up and down on Xabi’s cock, trying to make his brother come, and after a few seconds the Liverpool man shuddered as he filled the condom.
Mikel waited a minute or so before getting up, leaving Xabi to get rid of the condom as he made his way to the bathroom to clean up. He turned on the tap and started to get ready for his shower.
“I’ll see you later.”
Mikel looked up and saw Xabi stood in front of him, clothes hurriedly thrown on and his face still flushed. His eyes were still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. Stepping up, Mikel pushed his naked body into Xabi’s and claimed Xabi’s lips in a frantic kiss. Pulling back, he patted Xabi’s cheek with one hand.
“See you on the pitch.”