Ficlet: Stevie Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, R/NC-17
Title: Saying vs. Doing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Warnings: no
Word Count: 489
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies, so many lies in one place...
Summary: There are some things that Stevie just can't say. Total PWP, too short for any kind of summary.
Notes: Written for the prompt "I wanna know but I don't wanna ask" during commentporn weekend.
"Are you…do you ever…I mean…" really, he can't say it. He wants to know, but he doesn't want to say it. He was never that good with putting his thoughts into words, anyway… Xabi was always the one to say things, he was pretty content with just doing them.
But maybe it's ridiculous that he can do everything, including things he never thought he'd want to do, with Xabi, but he can't ask him such a simple question. After all, Xabi told him dirty, naughty things all the time. Xabi whispered things on his ear that made him come like a teenager. And he couldn't even ask that?
"Am I what?" Damn him - Stevie knows that he knows how hard it is for him to say such things, but he's always trying to make him say them anyway.
"Is there something you want to know, Stevie?" he's not even concealing it now; although he's lying behind him, running a lazy hand on his back and he can't see the expression on his face, Stevie can hear him smirking.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
"I wanna know but I don't wanna ask," Stevie mumbles.
Xabi doesn't say anything, just moves his hand to touch Stevie's cock, teasing him with long, light strokes.
"How come you can never say these things, Stevie?" Stevie tries to push against Xabi's hand, to make him realise what he wants without saying it, but he knows Xabi won't let it slide this time. And he really doesn't - he takes his hand off Stevie's cock and doesn't succumb to his frustrated whimpers.
"Not until you ask what you wanted to ask."
He's torn; he really doesn't want to say it, he blushes just from the thought of saying it out loud, but he wants Xabi to touch him so much right now…So fucking much…
"Do you ever think of me when you…you know…touch yourself?" he asks as fast as he can.
Xabi is at least a man of his word, and once he's said it, his hand returns to Stevie's cock, stroking it harder and faster.
"Of course. Of course I do. Do you want to hear what I think about when I touch myself, Stevie?"
He nods. Eagerly.
"I think about… Well, there are so many things. But usually I just think about you… sucking me…fucking me with your fingers…just fucking me. I always think about you when I… Want to tell me what you think about?"
Well, no, not really. And even if he wasn't too embarrassed to say it, Xabi's just made him so hot with his words and his teasing hand, he's not sure he can form words at all. All he can do is moan and think about pushing Xabi on his back and fucking him right fucking now.
"Not this time, then. How about you just show me?"
Yes. He is more than willing to do that…