Fic: Xabi Alonso/Sergio Canales, NC-17
Title: Bearing Gifts
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Sergio Canales
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 1,455
Disclaimer: Not true; I made it all up, meaning no harm or offence.
Summary: Sergio's birthday party is not at all what he wanted. But the present he ends up getting? That's a different story.
Notes: I started writing this for a prompt, but spun out of control.
"Well? Is it the best birthday party ever, or what?" Ramos asked excitedly, screaming into Sergio's ear. Sergio winced. It was…well, it was certainly loudest birthday party he'd ever had.
He felt bad for feeling so ungrateful - Ramos went to great lengths to throw one hell of a surprise party for him.
It's just wasn't what he wanted.
"The best," he yelled back, forcing himself to smile. Ramos beamed at him, pushing a beer he didn't really want into his hands.
"Everyone's here," Ramos said, clearly pleased with himself.
Sergio looked around. Everyone. Including people he's never even met, let alone would like to have at his birthday.
Everyone except for the one person he wanted to see.
"I wonder where's Xabi," Ramos frowned and Sergio almost jumped. Did he read his mind?
"I'm sure I've seen him… Must be hiding somewhere. Not really his scene, this," Ramos continued, oblivious to Sergio's excitement.
So he was here…
"Why don't you go look for him. Tell him he's not allowed to hide," Ramos yelled.
Sergio was grateful for an excuse to leave. It was…too loud. Too overwhelming. Too many people dancing in Ramos' living room, too many drunk people acting the way drunk people do. And he was pretty sure he never wanted to see some of them so…uninhibited.
It was slightly better upstairs. The music was still too loud and he could feel the floor reverberating beneath his feet, but there was no one there and he could breathe again.
Maybe he should just stay here for a bit. He opened and closed doors randomly, looking for a quiet spot.
It was harder than he suspected. The rooms seemed…occupied. Some things he really didn't want to see. Like the way Iker looked when he Sami was giving him head, for example. He was sure some would find it thrilling. He was simply afraid he won't be able to look his captain in the eye after seeing him like that, naked and panting, clutching at Sami's shoulders.
He opened the next door cautiously. The last thing he needed was to see some other teammate doing things he'd rather not see.
An empty bedroom. At last.
But just as he was convinced there was really no one kissing in any of the corners and allowed himself to relax, the curtains moved, the balcony door opened, and Sergio jumped, startled.
"Sorry," Sergio said automatically.
"It's just me," Xabi said and Sergio's heart leaped like it always did whenever he heard his voice.
"I was hiding at the balcony," Xabi admitted, half smiling, "sorry I'm such a bad guest. This music is giving me a headache."
Sergio nodded. He could relate. What he couldn't do was to make his mouth open and form words. Carry a normal small talk. Xabi had this effect on him.
"Happy Birthday," Xabi said softly.
"Thanks," he still couldn't decide whether he should run away or stay, "Sergio sent me to find you."
"He must be pretty upset with me. But…do you want to stay for a while? You don't look like you're having fun."
"It's…a bit too much for me," Sergio admitted. He felt stupid - he was supposed to enjoy it, enjoy the alcohol, the debauchery. Instead, he would have much preferred if everyone just left, so that he could go too. But of course he couldn't leave his own party, even if it was at Ramos' house.
Xabi chuckled, "I never liked these things either." Sergio smiled.
"I would have thought you'd like it, though," Xabi continued, "or are they all fucking already?"
He was more than a little shocked - he's never heard Xabi being so blunt. He was sure he was blushing.
Xabi chuckled, "it won't end with less than an orgy," he said, shaking his head, "and you know, Ramos is doing it for you. Well, in a way. You sure you don't want to go down there? I'm sure they're all eager to make you…happy."
Sergio shook his head. Was he really standing there, discussing orgies with Xabi?
"Why not?" Xabi sounded genuinely curious.
"It's not for me."
"You don't like orgies?"
"I don't like people touching me."
"At all?" now he did sound surprised, though he tried not to show it.
"I mean, random people," Sergio quickly corrected himself. Really, was it possible for him for become any redder?
"But specific people?"
"That's…fine," Sergio whispered. Xabi was looking at him intently, and he couldn't look away.
"So if I…" Xabi didn't finish, just let his fingers slowly trace Sergio's lips. Sergio trembled - was he really touching him? He parted his lips involuntarily, trying to capture Xabi's fingers, taste them - but Xabi already moved back.
Was it a game?
"Do you want this?"
Sergio nodded eagerly.
Xabi stepped closer to Sergio, his hand cupping the boy's cheek.
"I've wanted to for a while," he admitted, "I saw you looking at me."
"You did?" he thought - hoped - that he was subtle.
"I hoped I wasn't wrong. But then I thought you were probably looking at everyone like that," Xabi shrugged, "I don't like to be just another guy, Sergio."
"You aren't! I mean, no… It's just you."
"Good," Xabi smiled and leaned closer, "now that we got that figured out… let me show you what I've been thinking about when you looked at me. You looked so eager, Sergio… So hungry…"
Sergio's been listening to him as if he were in a trance, unable to move or react. It was so unbelievable to hear Xabi saying those things, things he barely dared to imagine but couldn't quite repress, things that surfaced whenever he looked at him. But hearing him say it, in that voice that drove him insane with need, that was too much - more than he could take standing so close. He threw his arms around Xabi and pressed his lips to his - a little awkwardly, perhaps, but he couldn't care anymore. Xabi's hands immediately clasped his waist, pulling him closer, rubbing slowly against him, kissing him hotly, deeply, making the boy tremble in his arms.
He was more than happy to let Xabi set the pace, tease him with long, deep kisses and slow thrusts against his hard cock. He needed more, but for now, he was happy to let Xabi remove his clothes slowly, kiss his neck, pinch and caress his nipples. He didn't mind not being in control. All he wanted from this man was to do whatever he wanted with him. He never thought it could feel so good to just lie there, naked, with Xabi between his legs, biting his nipples, knowing that no matter what he says, they'll go as slowly as Xabi wants.
"Tell me what you want," Xabi whispered, his breath hot on Sergio's neck, his hand brushing his throbbing cock, reaching between his legs, teasing his opening, "tell me…"
"Fuck me," Sergio panted, "please. Now. Fuck me!"
One slick finger in him - and if Xabi wasn't holding him down, he'd push against it, violently. It just wasn't enough. But Xabi wouldn't let him. He liked seeing him like this - flushed, quivering, panting and looking at him with his big, innocent eyes. He liked seeing what he could do to this boy with a mere brush of hand, with a thrust of his fingers.
"Please," Sergio moaned, "please, I need more!"
Xabi was tempted to make him wait and beg some more, but the truth was, he couldn't control himself anymore. The boy beneath him is so beautiful, so wanton, so responsive, he really only wanted to push his cock deep inside him, to take him hard, to leave a mark of ownership on him. He's been watching him, waiting for him to start sleeping with his teammates without giving it a second thought. It never happened. The boy didn't seem to be interested in all of them indiscriminately, like so many were. It thrilled Xabi. He wanted him, and he wanted him to be his. He was never good at sharing. But this beautiful boy? He was sure - he could make him his, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
Slowly, he pushed into him, feeling Sergio's legs locking behind his back, feeling the boy arching to meet his cock, eager, uninhibited, moaning like he's been waiting for it for longer than Xabi suspected. It was hard to remain composed - he was so tight, so hot; his hoarse whispers were so encouraging, that Xabi lost control, slammed into him again and again, grabbing his erection blindly, making sure Sergio came just before he came inside him, shuddering, biting his shoulder.
"Best birthday ever," Sergio mumbled sleepily a while later.
Well. At least until Ramos found them in his bed and killed them, at least.