fic: all that i have inside
title: all that i have inside
pairing: steven Gerrard/xabi alonso
rating: r
disclaimer: fiction
summary: december 13, 2009
for lil_amel ♥
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Nothing matters. The loss suffered today, the dismal season, the miles of land between them; it’s all so insignificant of the fact that they finally get to be together once again. They don’t dwell on the fact that they don’t have too much time either. They don’t worry about the past or the future; they have learned to only live in the present, for today and nothing less.
While one does post-match interviews, the other waits in the players’ lounge, thinking about each other constantly. Finally when Steven exits the locker room he greets Xabi with a smile, a look shared between the two only the lovers could decipher. From the building to Steven’s car to their flat that no one else knows about, the only sound is the buzz of years of friendship, love and anticipation.
As soon as the door of their flat is open, Steven takes Xabi’s hand when they are inside and leads him to their bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Steven presses his lips to Xabi and it feels like the world ceases to exist. The months of longing and doubt disappear and are replaced by nothing but pure unadulterated love. Their mouths fit together naturally, as they always have. Steven opens his lips for Xabi’s tongue and lets out a moan that has been waiting, counting down to this exact moment. Steven feels fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt and he smiles against Xabi’s lips before pulling away.
Protests and whines go unheeded. Steven brings his hands up to Xabi’s shoulders and presses on them, wanting the younger man to sit down on the bed. He then kneels in front of his lover and begins to unlace his shoes and pull them off, along with his socks. Xabi just stares from above with adoration in his eyes.
“What are you doing, amor?” His voice soft and quiet amongst the silence.
Steven looks up once he has the shoes and socks off and to the side. The smile he offers brightens his tired face. “Taking care of you.”
Xabi chuckles lightly. “You’re the one who had a match today.”
He is answered with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”
And really, it doesn’t. This is his Steven.
Reaching for the button on his jeans, Steven pushes Xabi down to the mattress gently with one hand on his chest before pulling the material away from strong thighs. Standing up but leaning over the body underneath, Steven presses his lips against the muscles that hold so much strength, can feel it under his touch. Teasing only for a second, he pulls Xabi back up in a sitting position again so he could remove his shirt which is discarded somewhere along the floor with his jeans, shoes and socks as well. (They don’t need to worry about it until the morning.) With Xabi completely naked beneath him, Steven ran his hands down his arms as their lips meet in a kiss.
Despite not seeing each other for months, their kisses, their touches are not rushed yet still hold a sense of desperation and urgency. Xabi’s tongue is in control and once again a moan is drawn out of Steven. He takes that moment to pull away, both of their breaths heavy, their bodies yearning for more. Steven murmurs against his lover’s lips that he will be right back and Xabi flops onto his back.
He hasn’t been in this room, in their house, for a while now but he feels both of their presence here, of their love. He takes the opportunity to remember the time they bought this place and how Steven refused to make love until they had a proper bed, though he had completely caved when Xabi had stripped off his clothes and walked about completely naked, rejecting Steven’s notions until he got his way. That however is only one memory of so many more they had shared together.
The pitter-patter of footsteps has Xabi leaning on his elbows to see an equally naked Steven carrying a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He raises an eyebrow.
“I thought we should celebrate,” Steven answers with a shrug, though a smile forms on his lips.
“What?” It’s a question that is unnecessary because Xabi already knows the answer. His smile gives him away.
“Us.”
The champagne bottle is popped and the light coloured liquid is poured into the flutes. They take a sip, a healthy one, before Steven places both of their glasses on the night table. He takes Xabi by the hand and leads them into the bathroom and into the shower. He nudges his younger lover under the spray as he moulds himself against his back, loving and relishing the feel of Xabi’s body. This is what he’s missed. His Xabi.
The water runs off their bodies, swirling at their feet, providing a soundtrack to accompany their soft moans of agreement. Still nothing is frantic. Hands slide over slick shoulders, over quivering muscles. They turn to face each other and their lips meet again in a kiss, water and lust being passed back and forth between their mouths. For a brief moment, Steven pulls away but holds Xabi’s face in his hands like he was made of porcelain, and smiles. The beard is new, as are the tired dark circles that mar his eyes but this is his Xabi. His.
The caresses they share are slow but heartfelt. Fingers, flat palms, lips, tongues, skin on skin don’t say ‘let me relearn you’ but rather ‘I’ve missed you. Only you can give me this.’ They touch each other for the moment, living in the moment and when Steven presses against Xabi’s body, he’s not asking for permission or compliance but rather he is letting their love guide their actions.
They eventually move from the shower to their bed, never being farther than an arm’s reach (their fingers needing to feel the skin of its lover under its tips). Their bodies move in a synchronization only known to them. Every sigh, every whisper is answered by soft reassurances. Give and receive. Receive and give. There is no status quo, no order in a chaotic world. Only Steven and Xabi. Only Xabi and Steven.
Later when they lay together in their afterglow, Steven pushes back the hair on Xabi’s forehead before placing a gentle kiss to it and getting up. Xabi whines but Steven only laughs quietly as he strolls about. He pulls out two tea light candles from the night table and lights them before settling back into bed.
When Xabi gives him a puzzling look, Steven just shrugs as he wraps his arms around his lover. He just feels like the night deserves it, to be awash in nothing but light and their love.
pairing: steven Gerrard/xabi alonso
rating: r
disclaimer: fiction
summary: december 13, 2009
for lil_amel ♥
you can still request here!
Nothing matters. The loss suffered today, the dismal season, the miles of land between them; it’s all so insignificant of the fact that they finally get to be together once again. They don’t dwell on the fact that they don’t have too much time either. They don’t worry about the past or the future; they have learned to only live in the present, for today and nothing less.
While one does post-match interviews, the other waits in the players’ lounge, thinking about each other constantly. Finally when Steven exits the locker room he greets Xabi with a smile, a look shared between the two only the lovers could decipher. From the building to Steven’s car to their flat that no one else knows about, the only sound is the buzz of years of friendship, love and anticipation.
As soon as the door of their flat is open, Steven takes Xabi’s hand when they are inside and leads him to their bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Steven presses his lips to Xabi and it feels like the world ceases to exist. The months of longing and doubt disappear and are replaced by nothing but pure unadulterated love. Their mouths fit together naturally, as they always have. Steven opens his lips for Xabi’s tongue and lets out a moan that has been waiting, counting down to this exact moment. Steven feels fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt and he smiles against Xabi’s lips before pulling away.
Protests and whines go unheeded. Steven brings his hands up to Xabi’s shoulders and presses on them, wanting the younger man to sit down on the bed. He then kneels in front of his lover and begins to unlace his shoes and pull them off, along with his socks. Xabi just stares from above with adoration in his eyes.
“What are you doing, amor?” His voice soft and quiet amongst the silence.
Steven looks up once he has the shoes and socks off and to the side. The smile he offers brightens his tired face. “Taking care of you.”
Xabi chuckles lightly. “You’re the one who had a match today.”
He is answered with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”
And really, it doesn’t. This is his Steven.
Reaching for the button on his jeans, Steven pushes Xabi down to the mattress gently with one hand on his chest before pulling the material away from strong thighs. Standing up but leaning over the body underneath, Steven presses his lips against the muscles that hold so much strength, can feel it under his touch. Teasing only for a second, he pulls Xabi back up in a sitting position again so he could remove his shirt which is discarded somewhere along the floor with his jeans, shoes and socks as well. (They don’t need to worry about it until the morning.) With Xabi completely naked beneath him, Steven ran his hands down his arms as their lips meet in a kiss.
Despite not seeing each other for months, their kisses, their touches are not rushed yet still hold a sense of desperation and urgency. Xabi’s tongue is in control and once again a moan is drawn out of Steven. He takes that moment to pull away, both of their breaths heavy, their bodies yearning for more. Steven murmurs against his lover’s lips that he will be right back and Xabi flops onto his back.
He hasn’t been in this room, in their house, for a while now but he feels both of their presence here, of their love. He takes the opportunity to remember the time they bought this place and how Steven refused to make love until they had a proper bed, though he had completely caved when Xabi had stripped off his clothes and walked about completely naked, rejecting Steven’s notions until he got his way. That however is only one memory of so many more they had shared together.
The pitter-patter of footsteps has Xabi leaning on his elbows to see an equally naked Steven carrying a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He raises an eyebrow.
“I thought we should celebrate,” Steven answers with a shrug, though a smile forms on his lips.
“What?” It’s a question that is unnecessary because Xabi already knows the answer. His smile gives him away.
“Us.”
The champagne bottle is popped and the light coloured liquid is poured into the flutes. They take a sip, a healthy one, before Steven places both of their glasses on the night table. He takes Xabi by the hand and leads them into the bathroom and into the shower. He nudges his younger lover under the spray as he moulds himself against his back, loving and relishing the feel of Xabi’s body. This is what he’s missed. His Xabi.
The water runs off their bodies, swirling at their feet, providing a soundtrack to accompany their soft moans of agreement. Still nothing is frantic. Hands slide over slick shoulders, over quivering muscles. They turn to face each other and their lips meet again in a kiss, water and lust being passed back and forth between their mouths. For a brief moment, Steven pulls away but holds Xabi’s face in his hands like he was made of porcelain, and smiles. The beard is new, as are the tired dark circles that mar his eyes but this is his Xabi. His.
The caresses they share are slow but heartfelt. Fingers, flat palms, lips, tongues, skin on skin don’t say ‘let me relearn you’ but rather ‘I’ve missed you. Only you can give me this.’ They touch each other for the moment, living in the moment and when Steven presses against Xabi’s body, he’s not asking for permission or compliance but rather he is letting their love guide their actions.
They eventually move from the shower to their bed, never being farther than an arm’s reach (their fingers needing to feel the skin of its lover under its tips). Their bodies move in a synchronization only known to them. Every sigh, every whisper is answered by soft reassurances. Give and receive. Receive and give. There is no status quo, no order in a chaotic world. Only Steven and Xabi. Only Xabi and Steven.
Later when they lay together in their afterglow, Steven pushes back the hair on Xabi’s forehead before placing a gentle kiss to it and getting up. Xabi whines but Steven only laughs quietly as he strolls about. He pulls out two tea light candles from the night table and lights them before settling back into bed.
When Xabi gives him a puzzling look, Steven just shrugs as he wraps his arms around his lover. He just feels like the night deserves it, to be awash in nothing but light and their love.