"The Reds"

[xmrbrightside89]

Title: A Date From The Past (III/III)
Chapter: 1.11
Author: xmrbrightside89
Characters: Fernando Torres,Steven Summers,Steven Gerrard,Xabi Alonso,Pepe Reina (Steven G/ Xabi)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some bad words,homosexuality,sex, smutty scenes!
Disclaimer: This is just a fiction,some characters are real and some others not,by the way it's all coming from my own fantasy!
Summary: Things are becoming each day way crazier. Nando is totally jealous and tries to fool himself that he doesn't care about what Steven S. does. Maybe the holiday trip wasn't that relaxing for them. at all. 
Feeback? Yes, preeeease!


 
 
 


“A Date From The Past” pt. III
1.11

DAY 1: The bear, the asshole and the lovers.

Fernando Torres:
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“Nandito, carino, are you okay?” 
Nando was driving through the green land, looking straight at the country streets, in silence. He was thinking; thinking about how stupid he was. He stared for a while at the green hills which were surrounding them, shrugged and turned his face back to the almost empty road, breathing. 
“Sìì” he simply answered, not giving a damn. 
“Are you sure?” 
“Sììì, Olalla, claro que sììì, estoy muy bien!” he shouted, holding tight the dark gray wheel “now could you stop asking me? Please! I'm driving...”
But that wasn't the truth, he was lying to everybody. He was terribly angry with Gerrard and He was wondering why he didn't tell him anything about Stewie. That was even worse than a low kick.
He took a breath again and moved his head to the left, stretching his neck. 
“So... Alex, you're ...Steven's...” she turned his body on him, smiling. 
“...boyfriend, yeah!” he said politely, looking back at her. 
“Oh, that sounds cool, I mean, I don't know Stewie well, but it's still... cool!” 
Nando glanced at her furiously, curling his lips and eyebrows, to let her know to stop talking to Alex, but she seemed not caring.
“Um, What's cool about two gay boys? C'mon be serious Olalla!” he fired as he eyed at Alex's face in the rear-view mirror...
“Nandito!” she screamed, blushing red “I'm so sorry, I mean he didn't want to say that, he's not feeling good today” she took a pause, squeezing her eyes at Nando “right?” Nando shrugged not caring. 
“Alex, your boyfriend is really good boy! I see that he really works hard for us and he loves being with our team, and that's great...” said Pepe as he wanted to justify his Spanish compatriot and friend “I don't care if he likes boys or girls, that's not any of our business, the important thing is how he works hard... and I can tell that he really does!”
“Yup, you're right, he's a very determined boy, He gives his heart in everything he does, and I ain't surprised of that, but still, I appreciate what you said” he smiled at the bald man “Really!”
“I'm curious about your relationship, Alex!” Olalla brushed her copper hair with her fingers, playing with the tips. “When have you met him?”
Nando slapped his forehead with his free hand, grinding teeth. “fuck, you bitch, why can't you just shut the fuck up?” he thought
“Well, we're officially together since may 2006, but actually I already knew him...ya know”
“Because of your fucking brother, you fag!” muttered Nando, pressing the gas pedal
“Um...What? Did you say something, Fernando?” asked Alex, who didn't understand what Nando said. The blond Spaniard shook his head and kept driving fast. Just as fast he could “Not at all, just thinking about things you don't even need to know!”
Alex didn't know what to say, he thought he was being a real jerk at him, and they didn't even know each other. He kept talking to Pepe, who was a really cool guy. Pretty intelligent, charismatic, funny and bald! A good combo to catch others attention. 
“He's just being Nando!” 
"W-What?” he stuttered 
“I was saying that he's just being Nando!” he pointed his hand on the front driving seat “he's not a real arsehole, I guess he's just not feeling good today, so don't care too much about what he says, he does always that way when he's in a bad mood!” 
“Sìììì, Nandito is such a good boy, but sometimes he likes playing the bad boy!” Olalla added, laughing
“Whatever!” Nando shrugged as the two were defending him “I don't care about what you guys think of me, I'm just like this, whether you like it or not, and stop pissing me off, would you?” he stopped and turned the radio on “gracias!”
He was incredibly pissed off with them. How the fuck did they dare to judge him? They didn't fucking know his situation. They didn't fucking know how he was broken down. 
He was mad. He was pissed off. He was furious. He was terribly angry. 
The Spaniard's striker always get what he wanted, because he was simply Fernando Torres. but, why that was happening to him? Why wasn't his fucking boyfriend dead in a plane accident? 
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you ALL!” he kept thinking, and sometimes, accidentally mouthing what he meant “fuck”
He chocked his feelings back inside him and kept his eyes locked on the street, following the blue BMW which was running fast through the English green hills.

Nando laid his back against the gray man-made stone wall. The view was simply beautiful. In front of him, the dark green pine forests emerged from the heavy morning fog, he looked around and moved his face to the huge crack willow. It was still there, in silence, watching at his lake. It didn't grew up, It didn't chance. or probably did, but he couldn't tell. He thought it was beautiful. The sounds of the cyan lake which were like whispering to him was overrunning his brain. The smells of white musk and earth and dead leaves were flaming his pearly little nostrils. He didn't remember anything like that. Anything that pure and natural at the same time. His mind got disturbed when Olalla screamed at him for some help about their luggages. He shrugged and went close to her for helping her. 
“Carino, you know I can't take those down If I am alone, you should stop being that kid and help me instead” she said pretty angry, trying to pull out one of the stuck brown LV's bag “Carinooo, do something,¡Por Dios bendito!” she yelled
Nando just hated her sometimes, maybe that was one of the reasons why he wasn't in love with her anymore. She was pretty bitchy and too bossy for him. And he couldn't help himself and their love came to an end. 
In fact, love is just like a game, you can win, but you can also, probably loose. And when you loose, that's when you wonder how much time you wasted for such a stupid thing. So Fernando did loose. He lost his passion for her, and just put himself into men. In the back of his mind, he was still wondering why they were together, how could they pretend to be still together... It was just a whole fake stupid cheat. 
He shook his head and not saying a word he helped the Spaniard girl. 
“Here we go” said Stevie as he opened the huge wooden front door “welcome to my home!”
everybody entered in, looking around and chuckling except for Nando and Stewie who were the last of the long queue. None of them even looked at each other. Stewie kept looking down, moving his traveling bag as Nando pretended he didn't care if he was there or not. The blond Spanish curled his lips and entered inside the house, but as he stepped in, Stewie caught his arm, taking him back outside. 
Nando stared at him, he curled his lips again and crossed both of his arms. 
“H-Hey” stuttered Stewie, scratching his left arm. 
“What do you want?” he replied annoyed, still waiting for a response, but as Stewie didn't speak, he was ready to go back inside “If you have nothing to say, well I guess I should probably leave you here, I don't have time for your stupid games...” he was so pissed off, what kind of game was that? He turned his face to the dark hall and stepped in, but Stewie took his arm again...
“I-I just wanna talk to you for a second, please” begged the American boy.
Nando didn't reply, but he was there, listening to him, obeying at his will. He nodded as he wanted to say “yes you can talk now” but he was still steady and cold.
“Listen, I know you are mad at me, and, and I understand it, but...but it's not my fault, I mean, I didn't know about this whole situation, and I thought you'd have gone to Madrid for Christmas, you know, Steven didn't tell me anything about this.. and I'm sorry, I didn't wanna put you through this” he took a pause, caressing the cold stone next to him “We are on vacation, and Alex is here, so please...” Nando turned his face away, like a kid who didn't want to eat his veggie chowder. Stewie grabbed the Spanish's hand on his, the touch made the Spaniard's heart stumble down. “Nando... If you really care about me then don't tell anything to Alex, please...I hate begging for favors but this is really important” he glanced down, breathing “I made mistakes, I know, I'd never have played with you that way...and I know you would not agree with me when I say that I love Alex, but I really do love him... and...”
“I don't care...Summers, I don't fucking care” he repeated twice, lying to himself. 
“N-Nando, c'mon, can't we just stop doing all these dramas? We should be good friends and stop fighting for stupid things... at least, not here and not now. too many people are involved in this stupid issue... that's stupid and selfish” he touched the Spaniard's hand again, but he quickly pull it away “For once, just pretend to be me...what do you think I should do? C'mon Nando... can't you understand me?” Stewie moaned exhausted
“I can't” he shrugged “I'm trying to see things from your point of view, but I can't stick my head that far my arse, I'm so sorry Senor Summers” he turned his back and slowly walked in 
“Nando...don't...NANDO!” screamed Stewie, who was stood still in front of the huge wooden door 
“Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER!” he raised his hands up, not turning his back, as he wanted to get rid of him.

Nando double-stepped up the cold gray spiral stairs and walk through the long hallway till he found Olalla. She was sitting on the queen size bad, thinking about something only she knew. He was astonished about the hugeness of the room. It was even way bigger than the one they got the last Christmas. The white bed was right in the middle of the room. In front of it, a huge sliding wardrobe mirror was reflecting their shapes. 
Nando laid the brown Louis Vuitton's bag right next the bedside table and sit on the bed next to Olalla.
"I was waiting for you, why did it take you so long to come here?” asked her, unpacking one of the bags “... you're so strange today chico, what happened to you? uhm, queires hablar conmigo?” 
She stopped doing all the things that she did, turned her back around and looked at Nando as he was staring in silence, at the high white ceiling. 
“You can talk to me...Fernando” she encouraged. Nando thought about her for a second, she didn't call him Fernando in ages, she always call him Nandito, Chico, Carino, but she rarely call him that way. And that was strange for him. He knew that she was there for him, she was there because she really cared about him. But there was like an invisible wall between them. A wall that they couldn't break.
“I-I” he stuttered
He wanted to tell her everything. For real. He wanted to scream her how shit he felt. How shit and fake was his life and How miserable he was. But he couldn't. He just couldn't say anything because he was scared. All he felt was sickness. And the only person who could help him was right on the other room with another man. He stood there, and he felt terribly alone. He was walking completely alone. None who could really understand him. No one. 
“It's just a stupid... headache” he said instead as he closed his eyes “maybe I need some rest”
“don't you try to fool me Fernando, I know you enough to say that you're lying to me...so, what's wrong? Tell me what gives you such hard times?”
Olalla protracted her hands, and brushed his soft blondie hair. But as she touched him, Nando slightly moved his head away.
“I said everything's fine with me Olalla, I just wanna be alone now” he shouted, furiously “I fucking need to fucking sleep now, and you're bothering me! I don't need your fucking help and neither your fucking touches, pleasee, I just need to rest for a while”
“Okay, If that's what you need, then I'll leave you alone, chico” she said with a low tone. She wasn't offended by what Fernando said to her, because she understood he was stressed out. So as Nando closed his eyes she left the room
His mind was empty. His eyes almost closed were like fighting the battle between the innocent dreams and the cruel reality. Nothing in the room was moving. The lasts strengths were abandoning him. His angst was sleeping. And his heart was beating slowly. In the distance only the sound of the blowing wind which cradled him and made him dream in vivid slumber.

Voices. blurry voices in the dark whispering to him. They were becoming slightly clearer. They were becoming louder. They were becoming closer. So Annoying. Fernando suddenly opened up his eyes and shook his head as the headache caught him bad. He slowly turned his back and looked at the huge balcony, both of his hands covering his face from the bright light.
He slowly focused on the outside and all he saw was Stewie hugging Alex. His stomach ached as he saw them both, laughing and kissing. He was supposed to be there with Steven, and not that stupid Alex. Fernando bit his lower lip and glanced at the two Americans as they stroked their bodies to each other again. 
“Fuck, fuck you all” mouthed Nando, closing his eyes.

It didn't take him long till he opened them again, because all he heard was a loud sound and hard laughs. He slightly opened his eyes and he saw Alex and Steven, fell on his bedroom wooden floor, one on top.
“What the fucking hell are you doing here?” screamed Nando, looking at the two guys laughing. 
“Oh, I'm so sorry, We were... playing around and we just fell on the floor, Were you sleeping?” asked Alex, standing on his knees 
“I-I-I” stuttered Steven
“You what? Cat got your tongue?... by the way, YESSS, I was...” he took a pause, looking at silent Steven “Why were you playing on MY balcony?”
“Oh, actually, we sleep right on the next bedroom, so we share the same balcony” he pointed his arms on the mirror wardrobe. Stewie just kept looking down as Nando stared accurately at him “Oh, Cool!”
“Oh fuck” he thought instead
“I had a nice talk with you guys, and I'd love to talk with you all day, but I want you to go out of my room, now” he smirked when they left “gracias, idiota!”

Xabi Alonso:
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Xabi moved his hands in the air to take the round glassy bowl, put some veggies on his dish, right next the steak and grab it off his hands, laughing.
“Pepe was so excited in there, wasn't he?” he asked, looking at the video of the Euro08 Spain's return. 
The catchy music sounds vibrated through the whole dining room. The noises and the voices of the excited footballers were reviving on him the happiness of that crazy night. 
“Oh god, oh my god, what's that?” laughed Stewie when he saw Sergio doing a sort of dance hand thing. “How the hell can he dance to that music? I mean, it's like having sex with a dead fat old man and enjoying every inch of it... duh!”
Xabi smiled as he slightly pressed the knife against the meat to cut it off a piece.
“That song's not that bad” he admitted “...and Yes, Sergio was the craziest person in the entire bus, but I had to admit, I was so mad too” Pepe replied with a funny accent, still chewing pasta “Fernando was the only one who was hiding...himself, he was too shy to go wild haha” he added, chuckling
“Yò se, Nando's not a party boy, but SERGIO really is!” said Xabi, laughing “Look at him, just a crazy boy”
“Oh, yeah, guys, What's wrong with Nando? Why didn't he wanna eat?” Steven tried to change discourse. He licked his soft lips to remove the sauce as he put some carrots on his mouth 
“Is he sick?”
Olalla stopped talking to Nagore for a second and glanced at Steven who was right in front of her seat. “Yeah, that's what he told me, maybe he's just tired” she took a pause “He's sleeping now in our bedroom, and I should save some food for him..because he'll be probably hungry” she reached the kitchen and she got back with a cleaned white dish in hands. “Do you mind if I take that last piece of meat?” Steven shook his hands, still drinking water as she put the last succulent steak on it, saving some veggies and moving some of hers. 
“So, what are we going to do, this afternoon?” Alex asked
Steven stayed quite for a while thinking, then he looked at Xabi, smirking at him,trying to hide his lust as He bit his lips to let him know his dirty intentions. 
A quiver slowly moved and caught his whole body in the moment. He couldn't breathe for a like a second, it was like his brain and eyes were stuck and they didn't want to do anything but look at Stevie. Xabi looked at his skin as he felt butterflies on his stomach. 
"I don't know, actually, I was thinking about staying at home, just to take..a rest” mumbled Xabi, looking back at Stevie. They were so flirting in front anyone, and they liked that nobody even noticed that.
“Me too, I mean, you know, I really need to take a... shower, hot shower and also, I have lots of thing to do and check in this house... you know” he bit his lip again.
Xabi was horny now, he could his member slowly growing through his pants. It was almost hurting him, but he didn't care, all he wanted was Stevie. He wanted to feel his body on him, his hands caressing his skin, and his taste on his mouth. 
He was dreaming of wild Stevie pounding his ass out of him and riding him like a pony on the long rectangular table while the other were looking at their perfomances. so dirty and outrageous. But it didn't take him too long to come back to reality.
Pepe was talking, but he missed most of his words because of his erotic imagination.
“So, we can go, visit and buy things in the village, it would be interesting” continued Pepe “and I could cook seafood paella tonight, If we find the ingredients required, isn't that... how do you say in America, Stewie?” he asked, laughing “Cool?”
Stewie nodded and clapped his hands “Yeah, that's good, you're so being fucking American, Pepe!” 
“Oh, really?”
"Yup, that's your first step to become the best Spaniamerican Speaker of the world!” he continued kidding around “and in just twelve simple but not that simple steps, you'll find out your own American gangster' soul, I promise!”
The two burst in a huge laugh and Stewie quickly taught some American common words and therms.
“Well, so me, Nando and Xabi will be stay at home?” he asked as the other nodded at him.. 
“Yeah, why do not you want to come?” Pepe asked looking at Xabi first then moving his face to Stevie, but before he received the answer, Stewie immediately correct him as he moved his hand to grab his coke glass. 
“NO NO NO, that's not the way, it's way more slangy ... more like, hey ya suckas, why the fuck dontcha wanna come?” Stewie said seriously “understand? Try again... you teddy bear!”
He repeated that, trying to imitate not only Stewie's voice but also his movements. But the attempt was way funny. Everyone in the table laugh seeing Pepe doing that. He drank some wine again and laughed too.
“Okay, that was amusing to me, but talking about serious thing” Nagore looked around “We should leave in like an hour and a half, what do you say?” 
Olalla stood up and grabbed Nando's dish with her and before leaving the dining room, she nodded “Yeah, I need to get ready, take a shower and so on, I could also ask Nando if he wanna come, but to say the truth, I don't think he wanna come with us, I'll try though” Olly said
“Okay guys, we'll meet on the living room, later!” she looked at the unanimous crowd and she left with Olalla the boys alone...

Later that afternoon, when all the crazy people of the house finally step out for visiting the gracious village of Keswick, Xabi wrapped his arms around Steven's neck as they kissed, and suddenly mumbled in his ear “Thanks GOD, I couldn't handle that anymore” he heavily breathe out “I seriously thought about doing it on the kitchen table” 
“You want to try it?” Steven chuckled as he slightly moved his strong body on his. 
“Uhm...” the Spanish brown boy thought for a second, then he shook his head “I like being here with you...I don't care about the rest when I'm with you” he mumbled as he moved his face to kiss his neck. 
Steven immediately started moaning. Feeling his lover mouth walking through his bare skin made him rock hard. The soft but strong touches of the top made Xabi's whole body vibrates. Life was the best gift for him when he was with Steven. Nothing matter, nothing could stop his flame of desire for Steven. 
Xabi could feel his lover's hard member through the tissue of his blue jeans. It was hard, it was desirous and it wanted to be released from his cage. The Spaniard's midfielder threw his head back as Steven stroked his hips on his. 
“Mmm” Xabi moaned again, wrapping and crossing both his legs on his torso to get even closer him. 
It felt so good. The sensation of the his cock still hidden in his jeans being rubbed. The strong and the passion that Steven burned him were so fucking amazing. He wanted Steven so bad now. He wanted every single attention of him. 
“This feels so good, Steven, please... don't stop” he begged, but Stevie suddenly stopped moving. His tongue on his mouth again, his taste, his desire all over his body. But after that, he moved away as Xabi didn't understand why
“Um, no, que pasa? ” Xabi asked in Spanish, but then he corrected himself “I mean, what the hell? Why did you stop?” 
“I didn't want to end up that way” smirked Steven. His feet on the white ruffled carpet “You know, I haven't had... you know, sex in over ten days...” he grinned again as he looked at Xabi's body “and I so missed you” Stevie suddenly grabbed Xabi by the jeans and brought him closer 
“...and your hot arse too!”
“And I missed you too... I really need a big release, you know, we should catch this up...” and moved his hands over his chest and slightly went down to his beautiful abs.
“Absolutely, we're going to make hot stuff...” Steven chuckled “What about a hot, sexy... shower?” he winked as the Spanish stood up, winking back and giggling at Stevie.
“I'm so in...”

The hot water drops were falling down the shower and hitting Xabi's head. Every drop of water was like reviving his hidden lust, his flaming passion. Steven closed his deep blue eyes and pulled his head back. The feeling of Xabi's tongue and lips on him was driving him crazy.

“Ugh, yeah... you so good babe...” the English slightly moaned as he pinched his nipples

Xabi looked up at Steven and smirked at him, then he restarted to work on him again. He licked every inch of his abs, not missing a thing. Xabi liked seeing that Stevie's strong abs were stiffing up anytime he passed with the tip of his hot tongue. It turned him so on. He kissed down his navel, sucking the water which were falling over them like blood. His hands still moving up and down Steven's hard on. He knew how to use it, he perfectly knew when to go faster, or when to slow down, an even when to stop. He was in perfect sync with Steven's desires.

“You like this? Am I good for you?” asked Xabi before he opened his mouth to let Steven's member inside. Steven didn't reply but the Spanish lad knew he was so enjoying his blow job.

He kept working hardly on his cock, hardly breathing and gasping for air. But he didn't wanna stop, he didn't wanna pull his toy out. He wanted, he wanted bad.

“Oh Gawd, babe, yar so fucken amazin, yar mouth is...” he screamed out for pleasure, accenting even more on words, his strong Liverpool's accent. “yar...” Steven simply loved how Xabi used both of his hands while still sucking him off.

Xabi's head suddenly sped up. He avidly licked his length, focusing his own attention on it and sensing every single hot vein. From the head to the toe. He kept for a while but then he stopped, just before Steven could reach his climax. Xabi glanced up and looked at Stevie's eager face.

“I so hate to kill this ...moment, but It's not time for you to come” he smirked as the English lad shrugged “I already know the exact moment when to stop myself, so you can be even more eager next, more wild...” he stood up, and kissed him

“You're so mean, I was almost there...and you just stopped...” Steven bemoaned looking at his hard cock “That means me deserves your arse... now”

“Well, you have to take it first” replied Xabi as he smirked again. The English man got closer to him and pushed him against the bathroom wall. Now the drops were falling over his head.

“It seems I got it, huh?” Stevie whispered in his ear “so, which position do you prefer?”

Xabi didn't replied, he simply turned his back, pressing himself against the wall...Steven just smiked again and slapped his ass

“Oh, I see... against the wall, if that's what you want, then me is gonna make it happens... you kinky Spanish boy” Steven looked around for a second. When he realized he forgot the condoms and the lub on the other room, he swore as he bit his tongue. “Fuck, I forgot the condoms!” he said as he wanted to leave, but Xabi stopped him, caught his wrist with his left hand

“No, don't go... I want you know...” he begged as the drops of water were giving hard times to keep eyes opened “I trust you Stevie, we need no condoms... please, I want to feel you inside me, completely... for once, please”

Steven just nodded, and slightly prepared himself to enter in Xabi. “This might hurt you a little, but we don't have any lub...”

Xabi just closed his eyes and pressed hands and cheek against the cold ceramic wall tiles. As his lover pushed his length on him his lounges stopped working for a second. It was pretty painful for him, but he gnashed instead.

“Does it hurt that much?” asked the English, holding his hips and moving his whole body inside of him. Xabi shook his head and kept his eyes closed. He had to resist, because he was the one who wanted that. He bit his lips again when Stevie finally stopped, gasped for air and looked up at the ceiling.

“Okay, when you're ready and you feel way comfortable,just tell me something...” he stood still in front of Xabi's leaned body. As Xabi slightly moved, he understood it was the time to make him happy.

Steven slid his body on his. He slightly moved his hands and grabbed Xabi's shoulder for support. He pushed himself way deep. Every pound was so strong but sweet at the same time. He didn't want to hurt his Xabi, he just wanted to make him happy, he wanted to please and satisfy his desires.

The hot water still falling like rain on their bodies. Their legs shaking, their bodies moving in sync and their moaning echoing in the bathroom of lust.

The Spanish was now the one who was sliding his whole body against Stevie's. Sliding while the English lad was pounding his ass out of him, was increasing his sensation. He felt like his brain were exploding, and his body was like burning. They both moving, they both loving every bit of that moment. Steven increased his speed, groaning.

“Yar arse is so ... oh babe, me thinks...”

Xabi closed his eyes again and pressed his cheek on the cold wall, while stroking himself... he felt he was there too, he couldn't handle that anymore.

“Oh fuck YES, YESSS, please... fuck my ass hard... don't you stop, oh yess” screamed out Xabi until he felt he was there, that marvelous feeling of completeness and satisfaction. It was the best orgasm he ever had in his life.

“Yeah, take it, it's all yars, you feel me? Huuh?”Steven continued to slam his body inside the Spanish lover and ram his cock in and out till he felt submerged by the immense pleasure.

The two stopped as they gasped for air. Xabi turned his back after Steven removed his tool off of him, and all he did was hugging him. He held Stevie wrapping his arms on his body and his head on his shoulder. They could feel each others breath, each others heart beats. It was perfect. That was simply the perfect moment ever. The water still sloshing over their heads and bodies. They were there still together. And in that moment, Xabi felt the luckiest man of the world for being in Steven's arm...
Xabi rapidly walked through the huge hallway, still talking and laughing with Steven 
“Stop, please...” he begged as Steven moved on him, tickling him 
“Oh, I won't stop tickle you, haha... unless you kiss me... now” The English captain chuckled.
Xabi pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately, trying to disarm him. But Steven wasn't stupid
“Ohh, I see...so you wanna fucking fool me, huh? That's unfair” he run over the Spaniard's midfielder as he escaped from him
“You won't catch me, ha” replied back Xabi, running fast “never... Stevie”
“Oh, you wanna bet?” and he sped up his fee “you're so dumping Nagore if I get you... and plus, your arse must be my propriety forever... deal?”
The two guys kept chasing each other, but they ended up falling on the couch, in the living room... Steven over Xabi
“I WON, see? I just caught you...” he laughed and was kissing him, but then he realized that they weren't alone. Steven glanced up at the other gray sofa. Fernando was standing there. Remote on his hands, and covering himself with a black blanket. He kept looking at the tv, changing channel every now and then. He stopped at some trashy Spanish drama shows, drank a sip of coke as he set right his grayish headband. 
“Oh, Hi Nando, erm... sorry, we forgot you were here” said Xabi, pushing Steven away “How do you feel?”
“Umm, okay” he didn't move “I feel okay!” 
“Oh, that's great, so you are going to eat with us tonight?” 
Nando shrugged not caring... then he moved his face to them “Oh, do you mind next time... you know, be less noisy? I was trying to watch Extreme Makeovers, but It was quite impossible...” he stopped and changed channel again, now eating a piece of dark chocolate bar “It's incredible how revolutionary is cable television, I mean... so many channels and yet so short time to watch it...” he added
“Um, yeah, that's pretty a philosophic concept ...from you boy“ said Steven as he curled his eyebrows because he couldn't understand the reason of Nando's attitude. 
“Oh, what you mean about being less ... noisy?” Xabi gulped and his heart started pounding hard...
Fernando looked at him with a pierced look and tried to imitate them as best as he could. 
“OH YES, YES, FUCK ME ASS HARD, PRRREASE! Fuck me...” shouted out Nando, a bit bothered. The emptiness of that boy was almost shocking.
“Oh, that... well, that... that was just, that” stuttered Xabi, blushing red.
He never been in a situation like that before, and that was the first time he has been caught by someone. Even if most players of the team knew that he had a relationship with Steven, they asked him nothing about that fact. He felt a bit ashamed and blushed red again. Being caught that way was so fucking embarrassing.
“I don't care, I won't tell anybody...” he said as he was ready to go away “What the hell is wrong with this house? I mean, why are you all so fucking happy? Everyone in this house seems like having his lovely happy-ending story...just anyone, ANYONE except ME!” he cried out and left the room
Steven looked at Xabi, and he looked back, both pretty confused.
“What's wrong with Nando?” asked the Spanish, looking around so wondered
“I don't know... maybe he really needs a doctor”

***

DAY 2: I didn't steal your boyfriend

Steven Summers:
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I was walking through the huge hallway and reached the tidy living room. I put my gray old skool vans on, and waited for Olalla to come with me for a walk just around the house. I looked at the giant wall clock which was positioned over the lcd television and observed the minute hand moving.

To say the truth, I enjoyed the first day in Keswick, it was a nice place where to stay during holidays. calm and immersed in green.

When we reached the town, I was surprised about seeing all those local and traditional shops which were placed in the old main street. We bought lots of things, including some funny hand made wooden pencils and ceramic cups of tea. But the funniest part of the day was when we had to look for the seafood paella ingredients for Pepe. He was so on, and didn't accept anything unless it was the right known ingredient. No matter what you said, no matter how hard you tried to convince him. NO matter what. That bald stubborn Spaniard didn't change his mind at all!

After all the swears we said, after all the tears we spread, after all the blood we lost... All I could say is that it was totally worth it. Pepe prepared and cooked the palatable seafood paella I've ever tasted in my entire life. And not talking about how funny was the whole situation. Because it really was. I still wonder why I didn't noticed how funny and gentle he was...
My mind stopped dreaming as I heard Olalla calling out my name. I looked back and smiled at her.

It was pretty cold outside that morning, I hid my face in the white scarf and tried to warm myself up. Instead, Olalla seemed like that cold didn't bother her that much. I glanced at the cyan lake and then took a small stone from the ground and threw it as far as I could. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...nine times. That was the number the stone hit the surface of water before disappearing in the profound lake. 
“Nine...” I screamed out loud, happy. Olalla smiled me back as she heard me saying that number...
“That's Nando's favorite number...” she said, taking a stone
As I heard her revealing that, my inside just wreaked havoc with my heart. Why should I care about that? That was just a stupid thing. I shook my head again and removed Nando from my mind.
“Oh, yeah, that's right!” I mumbled
“So...I don't know you well, Steven” she took a pause as she threw the stone away, in the late “But you seem a cool guy, and plus, you and Alex are so cute together, I can see the real love between you both...and that's amazing, you're an amazing couple!”
I nodded, and just listened to her.
“the thing is... don't you mind about Nando, he didn't really want to offend anyone of you, he's just like that sometimes, a real moron...” 
“I know” I said in my mind “but I can't blame him... I'm a total moron, gosh!” 
“don't you worry Olalla, that's okay with us, I mean, I know Fernando too, and I know that he starts being a jerk anytime he feels down...or depressed, that's not his fault, I understand him” I suddenly bit my tongue when I thought about what I've just said
“Yes, he was a bit down yesterday...” she admitted “I-I know it's crazy to say this, but seeing you and Alex holding hands and smiling and stuff, made me...a little bit, envy” she admitted
I was surprised about that, I knew that things between Nando and her weren't good at all, but I thought she was happily engaged with somebody else. Someone who really loved her and cared about her. But then, I was probably wrong.
“Oh, well thanks Olalla! I-I don't really know what to say, you're making me blush, I mean...there's nothing to be envy about” I continued “What about you and Nando? You seem a good couple, and plus, you're together since, like, um, God created Adam & Eve, ha ha” I so lied, but I was curious to know her opinion about that. 
“Yes,but that doesn't mean we're still...” she stopped as she realized how weak she was being... 
“You're still?” I re asked, but she didn't want to continue, so I gave it up asking that
“Nothing Steven, it was just a random thought”

We kept walking around the place, talking about random things, about my life in NY and my new job in Liverpool... and she told me about her life in Madrid and her study career and expectations.
She was brilliant and mature. And I felt sorry for her. I felt sorry because Nando was cheating on her. and she didn't deserve that stupid, insignificant life next to a footballer who didn't even love her. I glanced down again, listening to her, and then I looked again at the lake,that calm and peaceful cyan water surface which seemed to be the only one with no worries...

Fernando Torres:
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Nando was so pissed off of seeing Stewie and Alex sticking that way. It was too much for him to take, but he had to do something, he couldn't struggle that way. Why did Stewie kissed Alex just when they were all together? Was he trying to make him jealous? Or what? If yes, then it wasn't funny anymore.

“Oh, so don't try to run ... honey, love can be funnn, there's no need to be alone... when you find that someeonee” Stewie sang as he heard Shania Twain's “I'm gonna getcha good” song on tv. He was sit on Alex's torso, and kept singing that song excited ... 
“I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sightttttttttttt, I'm gonna getcha if it takeees all nighttttt, You can betchaa by the time I say go you never say no” he continued singing, using Alex's arm as a microphone
“I'm gonna getcha It's a matter of fact, I'm gonna getchaaaaaa dontcha worry 'bout thattt, you can betchaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ALEXXX, yeahh just like I should, I'm fucking getcha good” 
Stewie finished his performance as he kissed his boyfriend's neck, moving to his lips.
“Oh god” he mumbled disgusted looking straight to the two boys who were singing and chuckling and making out on the couch. 
“That's crazy... why the hell did he sing? I...I...why the fucking hell did he sing for that ...super gay nerd, piece of shit? I-I-He never...” He spoke to himself as he felt his body burning up like a torch. He had to do something. Something he hasn't done. Yet. 
Nando took Olalla in his arms, he slightly moved his face on her and kissed her. He was looking at Stewie instead of closing his eyes. If Stewie wanted to play, then let him play. He closed his eyes to make the kiss even more real.
“Let's fight fire with fire” Nando thought still holding Ollala's face. 
“Oh, Nandito... what happened to you?” asked her, surprised 
“Mmm, nothing, I just feel like kissing you” he shouted out loud with nonchalant 
Nando looked at Stewie, almost satisfied and proud about his action, he thought he was dying for jealousy. But when he glanced up, he didn't find what he was pictured in his mind. Steven already moved away... 
Nando bit his lips and kept swearing in his mind 
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Your so fucking being pussy, you stupid Nando”
He stood up and moved out the house as he needed some fresh air to clear up his mind.

Fernando stayed outside for a while. he sit next to the huge crack willow, looking at the silent lake. His hands rolled over the wet bark. He felt the hardness of it, the strength of it. he so wanted to be like it, but he couldn't. He wanted to be that hard, but his mind didn't allow him to. His skin, his soul, his mind... his heart. They could never be as hard as that crack willow's wet bark. 
“I don't need anybody, I'm no jealous and I don't need that bitch of Steven, I don't need anybody” he repeated to himself, trying to fool himself; then he continued “yes, YES! why should I care? That's how life works, and...and he's cheap...If he doesn't want me it's just because he doesn't deserve me, because I'm Torres, I am FERNANDO TORRES!” he grabbed a cold stone in his hand, and threw it in the lake, shouting out loud his name again, and again “I fucking AM Fernando Torres, FERNANDO TORRES!!!”

As Nando got back inside the house, the loud music resound in his brain. He crossed fast the hall, walking towards the room where the beat was coming from. As he reached the living room, all his eyes could see was wildness. Bodies dancing to the rhythm of the music. Close. Together. Savagely.
The music became louder, the hands moving fast in the air and bodies stroking each others bodies. That was a sign of pure madness. 
“What the fuck is happening here?” asked Nando as he saw Xabi who was standing still right to the corner. 
“I don't fucking know, It... it.. it's Steven S.” he screamed out, pretty angry. he creased his eyebrows and crossed his arms, then he continued. “He just turned on that Ipod, and that's how the party began...and god, he's a total bitch, look how ...” he horrified as he saw Stewie dancing closer to Stevie...
They were all wild dancing, in the middle of the living room. Pepe was moving on the couch with Nagore, spinning and grabbing her on his arms. Stewie, Alex , Olalla and Steven were all four stomping their feet on the ground, and throwing their hands all the way. 
Stewie and Olalla got closer to Steven and danced all over him. He was caught in that kind of sandwich, while drinking some tequila from the bottle. 
They shared tequila. they shared the beat. they shared the wild moment, until the music drowns them all out.
Nando didn't say a word. he was shocked, how could they go crazy that way, at 7 pm?!? 
“He really is” he added as he agreed with Xabi about Stewie 
“I didn't steallllll your boyfriend, WHOA, WHOA, WHOAA, I didn't steal your boyfriend WHOAA WHOAAA” they all sing as the music kept playing... then when “boyfriend” from Ashlee Simpson ended, another song begun. None wanted to surrender at that crazy moment.

“C'mon Nando, why don't you wanna join us?” Said Steven as he drank another shot of alcohol “It's fun... and...”
“Asì NANDO, baila con nosotross! C'mon, sìì? Xabiii, tù tambìen” Pepe screamed out, still dancing to the music, and clapping hands.
The two Spaniard shook their heads as they looked so pissed off. 
“I can't believe this, drinking tequila and ... dancing that way? NO that's way too much...” Xabi added
“Take me awayyyy, a secret placeee, take me awayyy to better daysssss...Take me awaay” sang Stewie as he still suck up to Stevie. “Please, Nando, just hold me, or I swear I'm gonna hit him” Xabi and Nando either were so full of him 
“Just give me one fucking excuse to not kick his ass...who the hell does he think he is? DIOS!” he shouted and moved away.
Nando didn't speak, he turned away from them, but looked back at Wild Stewie, for the last time.His eyes met their for a moment, but then he dropped back as he gulp down the reddish liquid.
Fernando finally ran away, shrugging and thinking about what Xabi said, thinking about Steven. 
He was worse, he was mean, he was a stupid bitch.

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NEXT CHAPTER: 1.12 "Paper Hearts"
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