Fic: Pep Guardiola/Xavi, NC-17
Title: Words
Pairing: Pep Guardiola/Xavi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 781
Disclaimer: Not True. All made up; only happened in my head.
Summary: One word. It all it takes to undo him.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Pep/Xavi celebrating" on alldayfootiecp.
"Can I have a word with you, captain?"
Everyone cheered when Pep suddenly appeared in the locker room. Pep smiled and waved them off, looking at Xavi expectantly.
Xavi turned back slowly. A second ago, all he could think of was how desperately he needed a shower, but Pep could always undo him with a single word.
Captain. He wasn't even sure he liked being captain, but when Pep said it, so casually, his heart started beating so fast, he thought everyone could hear it.
One word, and he felt faint and barely able to walk straight when he silently followed Pep outside.
What was it, that one word that Pep said all those years ago and made him feel like that? Was it perhaps that time he said please, looking at him with such fervour in his eyes that Xavi's defences crumbled and he threw caution to the wind for the chance to touch the man he loved so much? Or maybe it was earlier, maybe it was that Xavi… Pep whispered when he thought Xavi was asleep, but he wasn't. It must have been that. He could still remember how it made him feel, how he had to force himself to keep pretending he was asleep, to remain motionless in his bed when he longed to stop pretending and join Pep in his.
No, it wasn't that. He remembered it well; he stayed in his own bed that night, tossing and turning and thinking of how fucking impossible it all was.
It wasn't the please, either, though back then, he thought it surely was. It was after that please, when Pep's hand hovered over his, close but not touching, when he finally relented, finally couldn't resist him anymore. It was after that please when he finally let Pep take him to bed- perhaps not exactly let, because he clearly remembered pushing Pep against the wall and devouring him with his hands and lips.
No; it wasn't the heartfelt Xavi or the desperate please that undid him all those years ago.
It was what Pep said when they collapsed on the bed, exhausted and spent, after that first time. It was in that second, when Xavi was almost starting to panic, thinking what now?, when Pep kissed his sweaty shoulder and whispered again.
And after all those years, it still only took one word, casual and public and meaningless and utterly unromantic, to undo him.
It wasn't how he said it. It was the fact that he came into the locker room and said it. It sounded like the most casual thing in the world, but Xavi knew it wasn't.
To everyone else, it must have sounded like Pep being Pep again, not taking the time to unwind before he was pressing on and talking about improvement again, even though they've just won.
To Xavi… to Xavi it was as if he came in and publicly declared he couldn't wait a moment longer.
Xavi couldn't either. It seemed like the way to Pep's office was endless, and the silence - Xavi didn't trust himself to speak and he knew Pep felt the same - only accentuated the loaded anticipation between them. He was afraid that any sound, other than the faint noise they could still hear from the locker room and the sound of their feet on the floor, would crush them; right now, the slightest breeze would make him crumble, do something rash, grab Pep right there and have him against the wall.
Finally, they were there, behind a closed door, already on each other, tearing off each other's clothes, panting and
grabbing whatever they could reach.
Desperate like clueless teenagers, some tiny, still articulate part of Xavi's brain offered, but he didn't process the thought. All his brain could process was the way Pep was grinding against him, the way his hard erection dug into his stomach, the way Pep's lips and teeth felt against his neck, driving him wilder by the second. He hissed when Pep sucked on his neck and bit it. Pushing him away almost forcefully, Xavi reached for Pep's cock and stroked it firmly, enjoying the sound of Pep's growl and drowning his own moans in Pep's shoulder, licking the sweat off his lover's skin while Pep gasped and groaned and scratched his back, grinding against him faster and faster.
They came almost simultaneously, collapsing against the door, panting harder than they would years ago. Xavi felt so tired he thought he might fall asleep right there, with his head on Pep's shoulder.
"Again?" Pep whispered, amused and clearly equally tired.
Xavi nodded sleepily.
Maybe not right now, but there was always an again for them.
Pairing: Pep Guardiola/Xavi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 781
Disclaimer: Not True. All made up; only happened in my head.
Summary: One word. It all it takes to undo him.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Pep/Xavi celebrating" on alldayfootiecp.
"Can I have a word with you, captain?"
Everyone cheered when Pep suddenly appeared in the locker room. Pep smiled and waved them off, looking at Xavi expectantly.
Xavi turned back slowly. A second ago, all he could think of was how desperately he needed a shower, but Pep could always undo him with a single word.
Captain. He wasn't even sure he liked being captain, but when Pep said it, so casually, his heart started beating so fast, he thought everyone could hear it.
One word, and he felt faint and barely able to walk straight when he silently followed Pep outside.
What was it, that one word that Pep said all those years ago and made him feel like that? Was it perhaps that time he said please, looking at him with such fervour in his eyes that Xavi's defences crumbled and he threw caution to the wind for the chance to touch the man he loved so much? Or maybe it was earlier, maybe it was that Xavi… Pep whispered when he thought Xavi was asleep, but he wasn't. It must have been that. He could still remember how it made him feel, how he had to force himself to keep pretending he was asleep, to remain motionless in his bed when he longed to stop pretending and join Pep in his.
No, it wasn't that. He remembered it well; he stayed in his own bed that night, tossing and turning and thinking of how fucking impossible it all was.
It wasn't the please, either, though back then, he thought it surely was. It was after that please, when Pep's hand hovered over his, close but not touching, when he finally relented, finally couldn't resist him anymore. It was after that please when he finally let Pep take him to bed- perhaps not exactly let, because he clearly remembered pushing Pep against the wall and devouring him with his hands and lips.
No; it wasn't the heartfelt Xavi or the desperate please that undid him all those years ago.
It was what Pep said when they collapsed on the bed, exhausted and spent, after that first time. It was in that second, when Xavi was almost starting to panic, thinking what now?, when Pep kissed his sweaty shoulder and whispered again.
And after all those years, it still only took one word, casual and public and meaningless and utterly unromantic, to undo him.
It wasn't how he said it. It was the fact that he came into the locker room and said it. It sounded like the most casual thing in the world, but Xavi knew it wasn't.
To everyone else, it must have sounded like Pep being Pep again, not taking the time to unwind before he was pressing on and talking about improvement again, even though they've just won.
To Xavi… to Xavi it was as if he came in and publicly declared he couldn't wait a moment longer.
Xavi couldn't either. It seemed like the way to Pep's office was endless, and the silence - Xavi didn't trust himself to speak and he knew Pep felt the same - only accentuated the loaded anticipation between them. He was afraid that any sound, other than the faint noise they could still hear from the locker room and the sound of their feet on the floor, would crush them; right now, the slightest breeze would make him crumble, do something rash, grab Pep right there and have him against the wall.
Finally, they were there, behind a closed door, already on each other, tearing off each other's clothes, panting and
grabbing whatever they could reach.
Desperate like clueless teenagers, some tiny, still articulate part of Xavi's brain offered, but he didn't process the thought. All his brain could process was the way Pep was grinding against him, the way his hard erection dug into his stomach, the way Pep's lips and teeth felt against his neck, driving him wilder by the second. He hissed when Pep sucked on his neck and bit it. Pushing him away almost forcefully, Xavi reached for Pep's cock and stroked it firmly, enjoying the sound of Pep's growl and drowning his own moans in Pep's shoulder, licking the sweat off his lover's skin while Pep gasped and groaned and scratched his back, grinding against him faster and faster.
They came almost simultaneously, collapsing against the door, panting harder than they would years ago. Xavi felt so tired he thought he might fall asleep right there, with his head on Pep's shoulder.
"Again?" Pep whispered, amused and clearly equally tired.
Xavi nodded sleepily.
Maybe not right now, but there was always an again for them.