Fic: Stay (Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, NC-17)
Title: Stay
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, trust me, this could be real... although it's not.
Summary: Stevie tries to make Xabi stay...
A/N: This transfer happened to reflect a very difficult break-up situation in my life so awfully well that I almost felt like it was copied with a Xerox machine and it scared me.
You have this weird feeling like he's trying to make you look guilty in this situation.
`I'm sorry, but you're just not improving,` Xabi says. He's so drunk he can barely sit straight.
You scowl.
`So now it's you, not we, huh?`
Xabi sighs.
`Look, Stevie, I've made my desicion already, there's nothing you can change.`
Of course there is. There always is.
`We will be champions next year, I promise.`
`No, it's too late.`
`It's not! We can start over!`
He sighs again.
`You're making this too difficult. You see, I'm too tired of waiting. I want trophies and I just can't wait anymore. When's the team going to improve enough to win something? Who knows?`
You've heard of stuff like that before. Isn't it the thing that a guy tells a girl when he breaks up with her because he found someone else? Not someone better, just someone else.
`So you're going to Madrid, huh?`
`Why do you think so.`
`Fuck, players don't just leave. They leave off to where they know they're definitely welcome.`
This really sounds like a break-up.
`It's football, Steve, things like that happen.`
`Doesn't the time at the club mean anything to you?`
`Of course it does, it was a great experience.`
You chuckle darkly.
`What?` he asks.
`Nothing. I'm not sure I want to see you again.`
`And you're just going to throw those five years away?`
`Well, you are.`
`Dios, it's not like that.`
`This is exactly like that. And I know how long you wanted it. Half a year is a huge amount of time, Xabi. If you started thinking about it then, it means that this is when you stopped caring about us.`
`I cared...`
`No, you didn't. You were lying. All this time. That was all lies.`
`Don't say that. You don't know how I feel.`
`All you wanted was trophies, not me, not being in the club with me.`
`Everyone wants trophies. It's normal for a footballer. I just happened to picture my life with you and my career in this club... it's not going anywhere.`
`So when did you realize it?`
`When we lost the title to United.`
`What a lie...`
`Steve, stop it.`
`I hope you have a lot of trophies in Madrid and lots of fans who are going to love you.`
`Don't say that, it sounds awful.`
`Oh really?`
Then you both shut up. You can look up at him, but you know he's watching you.
`You wanna have sex?` he asks.
`What?` you shriek. `Are you insane?`
`No... I know you want it.`
And you know you do.
`You're a complete jerk. I hope we never see each other again.`
He smiles this wicked smile which mixes lust with utter contempt and mockery.
`Don't be so sure.`
He stands up and comes up to you touching your face, lifting your chin up.
`Let me kiss you.`
And you let him and you just give up.
He undresses you as quickly as the alcohol in his veins lets him. Something clicks in your head and you realize that it's probably your last chance to make him change his mind and stay. And you start doing things you know he likes.
You undress him, too and push him down onto the bed and slide down his body. He moans and whimpers, then groans as you grab his stiff member. You start pumping, slow at first, then faster and harder. He spreads his legs wider and runs his fingers through your hair.
`Yeah, suck it, baby,` he moans and this encourages you for some strange reason. You run the tip of your tongue along the head and blow hot air on it, then you take it into your mouth.
`Ah, yeah.`
Those animal sounds make you want to satisfy him, bring him pleasure, make him feel so good that he would want to stay.
Then he returns the favor sucking the hell out of you. He does it the way he has never done it before, just right, just like you want it, as if reading your mind.
You feel a single finger trying to make its way inside you. The bastard knows what you want. You want him. Inside. Him, not someone else. His big throbbing heat filling you up.
He almost makes you come, but them crawls up your body and then you get what you want.
You sigh. This is an amazing feeling. You haven't done this for almost two months now, with the break and his wedding and honeymoon... You've missed it. And you hope he's missed it too.
`Dios, you're so hot,` he moans into your ear and rises up using his arms to watch himself going in and out of you.
Then he looks up at you and you realize that you're staring at him with a blank expression, but on the verge of scornful gaze.
`Don't look at me like that,` he suddenly says while still fucking you. `Please.`
And out of the blue you slap his face.
`Why did I ever trust myself in you?` you ask.
`I have no idea,` he replies and grabs your cock pumping it while pumping harder inside you.
You begin to moan... then you begin to scream... and then it's over. You go to the shower with this weird feeling of being used. You ask him if he's gonna call the cab.
`Throwing me out?` he asks.
`No...` you reply.
Stay, you want to add.
And he stays all night snoring loudly and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You don't cry because there's no point. You fall asleep ten minutes later realizing this is the night you would really want to forget, but unfortunately, you never will.
And then he leaves.
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, trust me, this could be real... although it's not.
Summary: Stevie tries to make Xabi stay...
A/N: This transfer happened to reflect a very difficult break-up situation in my life so awfully well that I almost felt like it was copied with a Xerox machine and it scared me.
You have this weird feeling like he's trying to make you look guilty in this situation.
`I'm sorry, but you're just not improving,` Xabi says. He's so drunk he can barely sit straight.
You scowl.
`So now it's you, not we, huh?`
Xabi sighs.
`Look, Stevie, I've made my desicion already, there's nothing you can change.`
Of course there is. There always is.
`We will be champions next year, I promise.`
`No, it's too late.`
`It's not! We can start over!`
He sighs again.
`You're making this too difficult. You see, I'm too tired of waiting. I want trophies and I just can't wait anymore. When's the team going to improve enough to win something? Who knows?`
You've heard of stuff like that before. Isn't it the thing that a guy tells a girl when he breaks up with her because he found someone else? Not someone better, just someone else.
`So you're going to Madrid, huh?`
`Why do you think so.`
`Fuck, players don't just leave. They leave off to where they know they're definitely welcome.`
This really sounds like a break-up.
`It's football, Steve, things like that happen.`
`Doesn't the time at the club mean anything to you?`
`Of course it does, it was a great experience.`
You chuckle darkly.
`What?` he asks.
`Nothing. I'm not sure I want to see you again.`
`And you're just going to throw those five years away?`
`Well, you are.`
`Dios, it's not like that.`
`This is exactly like that. And I know how long you wanted it. Half a year is a huge amount of time, Xabi. If you started thinking about it then, it means that this is when you stopped caring about us.`
`I cared...`
`No, you didn't. You were lying. All this time. That was all lies.`
`Don't say that. You don't know how I feel.`
`All you wanted was trophies, not me, not being in the club with me.`
`Everyone wants trophies. It's normal for a footballer. I just happened to picture my life with you and my career in this club... it's not going anywhere.`
`So when did you realize it?`
`When we lost the title to United.`
`What a lie...`
`Steve, stop it.`
`I hope you have a lot of trophies in Madrid and lots of fans who are going to love you.`
`Don't say that, it sounds awful.`
`Oh really?`
Then you both shut up. You can look up at him, but you know he's watching you.
`You wanna have sex?` he asks.
`What?` you shriek. `Are you insane?`
`No... I know you want it.`
And you know you do.
`You're a complete jerk. I hope we never see each other again.`
He smiles this wicked smile which mixes lust with utter contempt and mockery.
`Don't be so sure.`
He stands up and comes up to you touching your face, lifting your chin up.
`Let me kiss you.`
And you let him and you just give up.
He undresses you as quickly as the alcohol in his veins lets him. Something clicks in your head and you realize that it's probably your last chance to make him change his mind and stay. And you start doing things you know he likes.
You undress him, too and push him down onto the bed and slide down his body. He moans and whimpers, then groans as you grab his stiff member. You start pumping, slow at first, then faster and harder. He spreads his legs wider and runs his fingers through your hair.
`Yeah, suck it, baby,` he moans and this encourages you for some strange reason. You run the tip of your tongue along the head and blow hot air on it, then you take it into your mouth.
`Ah, yeah.`
Those animal sounds make you want to satisfy him, bring him pleasure, make him feel so good that he would want to stay.
Then he returns the favor sucking the hell out of you. He does it the way he has never done it before, just right, just like you want it, as if reading your mind.
You feel a single finger trying to make its way inside you. The bastard knows what you want. You want him. Inside. Him, not someone else. His big throbbing heat filling you up.
He almost makes you come, but them crawls up your body and then you get what you want.
You sigh. This is an amazing feeling. You haven't done this for almost two months now, with the break and his wedding and honeymoon... You've missed it. And you hope he's missed it too.
`Dios, you're so hot,` he moans into your ear and rises up using his arms to watch himself going in and out of you.
Then he looks up at you and you realize that you're staring at him with a blank expression, but on the verge of scornful gaze.
`Don't look at me like that,` he suddenly says while still fucking you. `Please.`
And out of the blue you slap his face.
`Why did I ever trust myself in you?` you ask.
`I have no idea,` he replies and grabs your cock pumping it while pumping harder inside you.
You begin to moan... then you begin to scream... and then it's over. You go to the shower with this weird feeling of being used. You ask him if he's gonna call the cab.
`Throwing me out?` he asks.
`No...` you reply.
Stay, you want to add.
And he stays all night snoring loudly and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You don't cry because there's no point. You fall asleep ten minutes later realizing this is the night you would really want to forget, but unfortunately, you never will.
And then he leaves.