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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Football_RPF
  Relationship:
      Xabi_Alonso/Steven_Gerrard, Sergio_Ramos/Fernando_Torres, Iker_Casillas/
      David_Beckham, Kaká/Cristiano_Ronaldo, David_Silva/David_Villa
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Series:
      Part 2 of Fragmented_Disenchantment_Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-19 Words: 55308
****** Not Only Liked, But Loved As Well ******
by secondstar
Summary
     The sequel to If You'd Only Say Yes that continues during the third
     summer, the summer after IYOSY leaves off. Instead of going to their
     normal FIFA summer camp, the boys of Spain's FIFA join everyone from
     the various other FIFA camps for a tournament.
     Every four years, all of the FIFA summer camps compete to qualify for
     the WC tournament. Instead of going to their respective FIFA camps
     for the summer, all players assemble together and spend the entire
     summer training and playing matches in one country, and on the same
     grounds. This round of the WC tournament is held in Italy. Each FIFA
     camp will train individually, but their cabin assignments are random.
     The point of splitting the teams up at night is to promote a
     “cultural exchange”. Since they cannot train all day, everyday, teams
     will take day trips to places (such as museums and the like) for team
     building. Hi-jinx are sure to ensue.
     This fic will follow the same story structure as IYSY did, but this
     time it is only covering the 3rd summer and the school year between
     the 2nd and the 3rd summer at Real and LFC but will be character
     driven instead of the school in general.
Chapter One: 3rd Summer
Sergio dropped his duffel bag from his shoulder onto the ground as he looked
for his name on the giant board with all of the cabin assignments. His eyes
didn’t have to travel far, he was listed in the first cabin in A Section. A
smile crept across his face when he saw who he would be sharing a cabin with
for the summer: Iker Casillas, David Beckham, Thomas Muller, Jamie Carragher,
David Silva, Cesc Fabregas, and Nicklas Bendtner. Sergio laughed to himself as
he saw David and Iker’s names together. Of course they would be the lucky ones
that got to be in the same cabin. His eyes wandered across the board until they
landed on Fernando Torres’ name. His shoulders sank when he saw that they
weren’t even on the same section of the map.
Fernando was in the second cabin of C Section. Sergio burst into laughter as he
read who Fernando was living with, what a clusterfuck that was going to be. He
looked around him at the other players who were looking for their cabins, he
recognized a few but mainly he didn’t know anyone. There were going to be so
many people at the camp, he wasn’t sure how this was going to work. So many
teams together in one place, all mixed up. Surely there would be fights all of
the time, personality clashes, basically a war could break out. Sergio picked
up his bag and walked over to where golf carts were driving players to their
designated sections. Each section had six cabins in it and each cabin held
eight players, four bunks. Sergio hopped into the cart, which usually sat seven
passengers but could only seat five because of the luggage, and told the driver
which cabin and section he was in. With him in the cart were Raul Meireles,
Philipp Lahm, Nicklas Bendtner, and Daniel Agger. Daniel and Nicklas were
sitting together since they were on the same FIFA team while Philipp sat in the
front with the driver. Sergio took his seat next to Raul, who attended LFC with
Daniel and Fernando. Sergio smiled amicably at them, realizing that he didn’t
speak their language. They smiled back, everyone was felt equally awkward.
The cart sped a long at a decent speed, quickly passing buildings and fields.
Orientation wasn’t until later on, right before dinner, so Sergio would have
time to unpack, wander around, or go find Fernando. Sergio was the first to be
dropped off at the edge of A Section, along with Nicklas. They walked together
up to their cabin and entered. Nicklas took the top of the closest bunk to the
door, while Sergio took his time and walked around. There were things on all of
the bottom bunks already, so he chose a top that was just opposite of Nicklas’.
Cesc and David Silva walked in carrying a big box. Sergio smiled and greeted
them both with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug.
“How have you two been? Had good years?” Sergio asked. Cesc nodded while Silva
shrugged then slowly nodded as an afterthought. Sergio gave David a small pout.
“What was that shrug for, Silva?” Sergio had taken to calling both of the
David’s on the Spain FIFA team by their last names, made it easier on himself.
Silva shrugged again.
“It was difficult, moving to Manchester... I miss Valencia a lot.” Sergio
nodded. By ‘I miss Valencia’ David actually meant ‘I miss David’ and Sergio
knew it. Sergio and Fernando weren’t the only ones that had secret
relationships in this camp.
“Yeah, but it’s always fun when we play each other now.” Cesc added in,
ruffling Silva’s hair. Silva rolled his eyes as a newcomer walked in.
Jamie Carragher nodded at the boys in acknowledgement as he entered and looked
for a free bunk. Sergio thought he looked rather pissed off at nothing,
thinking that his relaxed face must always look like that. Jamie dropped his
stuff in front of a bunk then turned towards them and smiled.
“Hello lads, how’ve you lot been?” He asked, clapping Cesc on the back. Sergio
had no idea what he just said. His phone buzzed, he got a text from Fernando:
“Just arrived. Where are you?”. Instead of texting back Sergio dialed
Fernando’s number and walked out of the cabin. Fernando picked up immediately.
“Hi.” Sergio smiled.
“Hey, Nando. I am in Section A.” Sergio could picture Fernando pouting on his
end of the line.
“I have no idea where that is, but I want to see you.”
“I think we either need a golf cart or we walk. I am not sure how to even get
around here.” He laughed, shuffling his foot against the grass. “Have you seen
who is in your cabin?” Fernando snorted.
“Worst cabin assignments ever. Who puts all of us in one cabin? Honestly. We
are going to rip each other apart, all of us.” Sergio laughed.
“Between the lot of you someone is going to end up dead.” FIFA, in their
infinite wisdom, put Pepe Reina, Fernando Torres, David Villa, Lionel Messi,
Cristiano Ronaldo, Kaka, Landon Donovan, and Zlatan Ibrahimovic all in the same
cabin. “I am taking bets as to see who gets up first in order to take the
longest shower.” Fernando let out a small laugh, covering his mouth.
“Pepe will still take the longest.” Fernando jested. “I want to see you.”
Sergio and Fernando hadn’t seen each other since the Christmas holidays when
Fernando’s family traveled to Madrid to visit their relatives. Luckily, he was
able to get away for awhile to see Sergio. Sergio bit his lip.
“I will try and find a map. Maybe there is a trail through the woods.
Orientation isn’t for at least another hour.” Fernando nodded even though
Sergio couldn’t see him. He wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to mark him as
his again. He didn’t know how they managed to last this long with the distance.
“I’m going to go. I will call you if I get close.”
“Alright. I am going to unpack before Cristiano puts his three pieces of
luggage worth of clothes in all of the cubby spaces.” Sergio hung up and walked
back into the cabin. Jamie, Nicklas, Cesc and David were still talking in
English, he only understood some of what they were saying. He looked at the map
on the wall of the camp. Section C, where Fernando was, seemed not be very far.
He decided to go for it. He turned towards David.
“Silva, want to walk with me to Fernando and Villa’s cabin?” David’s ears
perked up. He definitely wanted to see David. They headed out towards what was
hopefully Section C, down a well weathered path and through the woods.
“I am happy to be at camp. I love our team.” David said as they walked mostly
in silence. Sergio had his hands in his pockets while David’s swung freely as
they walked. Sergio intentionally bumped into David’s shoulder as they walked
and smiled.
“I do too. Best part of the year.” They were silent after that, thinking about
their trysts. Cabins came into view through a clearing, Sergio’s heart began
beating fast in anticipation. It was going to take all of his self control not
to jump Fernando as soon as he saw him. He wondered if Fernando’s hair was
still in a faux hawk, it had been the last time they Skyped. He took his phone
out of his pocket and dialed Fernando’s number. “Nando, Silva and I are coming
up on some cabins. Have no idea if they are yours or not.” He laughed and bit
his lip. Fernando was bringing Villa and Pepe out onto a trail near their
cabin. Almost immediately three figures appeared at the edge of the clearing.
Sergio smiled and began jogging towards them, David followed quickly surpassing
him and he jumped into David Villa’s arms. David Villa almost fell to the
ground but Pepe caught him and brought them both into a massive bear hug.
Sergio stopped just short of where Fernando was standing. He wasn’t sure how to
react. If it was anyone else he would just hug them without thinking. But here
he was, standing in front of his boyfriend and in front of friends who had no
idea that they were dating.
Fernando’s fingers twitched at his side, he licked his lips and breathed out.
Sergio looked so unbelievably radiant. He wanted to devour him. Sergio took a
step forward and wrapped his arms around him, one arm around his waist, the
other around his shoulders while his head buried in the nook between Fernando’s
neck and shoulder. Sergio lightly kissed his neck three times and broke the hug
before Fernando had time to react. As Sergio backed away, Fernando dragged his
fingers down Sergio’s forearm and paused at his hand and lingered for a few
short moments before they ended contact. Fernando gulped. Why couldn’t they be
alone? Pepe and the Davids separated long enough to open their arms to invite
Fernando and Sergio to join the hug.
“Well, I think we should make out way to the main hall for Orientation.” Pepe
stated. They all nodded. “Who knows how to get there?” They looked at each
other.
“Well I think we need one of those golf carts.” David Villa said, smirking.
Pepe laughed.
“We will work on that. Let’s go look at the map before we head out.” They
walked into cabin 2C where Sergio waved at Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka who were
both sitting on a bottom bunk and talking. “Why is this place as big as an
entire country, god damn.” Kaka cleared his throat, Pepe’s eyes widened and he
made a face. “Sorry, Kaka.”
“It’s alright.” Kaka smiled as he went back to he and Cristiano’s conversation.
The four of them headed out, down the main trail, hoping they were going the
right way.
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Steven hadn’t had time to drop his bags off at his cabin, or even look where he
was staying. His plane had landed late and the taxi had gotten itself lost. He
had texted Xabi telling him that he wasn’t there yet and to save him a seat at
Orientation. Xabi responded with only a smiley face. Steven walked swiftly into
the main building and immediately came face to face with his boyfriend. Xabi
looked well, amazing in fact. His hair was a little shorter and he was growing
a beard, his face full of stuble. Steven bit his lip and whimpered as Xabi
brought him in for a quick hug hello.
“Lad, you do know you are never going to shave again. That is just, has me
crazy, that.” Xabi smiled as he brushed his cheek against Steven’s as the hug
ended. Steven licked his lips. He wanted to taste Xabi, breathe him in.
Steven’s eyes darted around, no one was around.
“I saved us seats. Alvaro is holding them for us.” Steven smiled, hoisting his
bag up higher on his shoulder. Xabi started to walk ahead of Steven but then
turned around and grinned, it reminded Steven of the Cheshire cat a little.
“You know, I have a surprise for you.” Steven’s eyebrows rose.
“Well don’t leave me hanging, me balls are already blue from just looking at
you.” Xabi stopped walking and leaned closer to Steven’s ear.
“I wanted you to fuck me as soon as I saw you so on the plane ride over-”
Steven ended the sentence by grabbing Xabi’s arm and rushing to the nearest
door that wasn’t the main hall. He dropped his bag and grabbed the handle,
hoping it would be a closet or empty room. It was a closet. He shoved Xabi in
before him then kicked his bag in. He shut the door and locked it.
He looked at Xabi whose chest was rising and falling rapidly. Xabi licked his
lips and cupped Steven’s crotch in his hand as he kissed him, their tongues
automatically interlocking. They easily fell into their comfort zone with each
other. Steven stripped Xabi of his shirt as Xabi unzipped Steven’s pants and
began working his cock into a frenzy. His mouth was watering, he had missed him
so much. It had been months since the trial ended and he hadn’t seen him since.
Xabi was almost positive that everyone on the plane had thought he was sick
because he was in the bathroom for so long, stretching himself out for Steven.
He knew that Steven would get turned on as soon as he mentioned what he did. He
knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of him. Steven broke the kiss in
order to mark Xabi’s collarbone as he moved his fingers to Xabi’s zipper.
Steven’s eyes closed as he freed Xabi’s hard erection from his pants and gently
caressed the head, pressing his thumb against the slit. Xabi hummed against his
neck. Steven couldn’t stop picturing Xabi in the plane with his pants down in
that small space, scissoring himself and grinding against his fingers. Xabi
dropped to his knees and took Steven into his mouth, sucking and fondling his
balls with his fingers. Steven held onto a shelf with one hand and to Xabi’s
hair with the other. His fingers brushed through his hair then down to the
stubble. Steven couldn’t stop rubbing his thumb over it. Xabi swirled his
tongue and deep throated him, causing Steven to groan and hiss in pleasure.
Steven fucked Xabi’s mouth with quick shallow thrusts as Xabi opened his mouth
to him, letting him debauch his mouth and making his lips red and swollen.
Steven withdrew, wanting Xabi to stand so he could fuck him. Xabi turned around
so that his back was to Steven’s chest. Bracing himself by holding onto some
shelves, Xabi spread his legs so that he could show Steven how ready he was for
him. Steven’s mouth watered as he saw how pink and wet Xabi already was, but
still he was still tight as all hell. Steven wet his finger in his mouth and
then circled Xabi’s ass before breaching him. Steven moaned as Xabi began
grinding back against Steven’s finger, desperately wanting to be fucked. Steven
loved that about Xabi, how much he wanted it, how he craved it, even after
everything he had gone through.
Steven easily added another finger and spread Xabi wide, he was ready enough
for him. Steven pushed the tip of his cock in, then withdrew it just to see and
hear Xabi’s reaction to the tease. Xabi’s toes curled and his back arched as he
let out a gasp and turned his head and glared at Steven. Steven grinned,
kissing Xabi’s shoulder as he entered him and began thrusting, lewd noises
escaped the both of them as Xabi moved at the same pace Steven was, meeting him
thrust for thrust. Xabi’s head was leaning on his arm as Steven pounded into
him. Xabi bit his lip to keep from screaming out as Steven glided across his
prostrate repeatedly in rapid succession. Xabi let one arm drop from the shelf
in order to begin stroking himself in time with Steven’s thrusts. He came
quickly, making a mess of his chest. Steven withdrew, turning Xabi around and
dragged his finger through Xabi’s come and brought it to his mouth, tasting
him. Xabi groaned as he watched Steven. Xabi dropped once more to his knees and
took Steven into his mouth to finish the job, it didn’t take long.
“Fuck, lad. That mouth of yours.” Steven said after he came. Xabi stood and
wiped his mouth with his forearm and smiled, kissing Steven before they began
to get dressed. Steven opened his bag and grabbed a sock to clean Xabi off
with. They emerged from the closet slightly flushed, Xabi’s lips were swollen,
Steven’s breathing irregular. They had missed most of the orientation. They
discretely sat with Alvaro, who just so happened to have the end of an aisle
seat for Steven who had his bag. Alvaro eyed them suspiciously and smirked when
he saw Xabi’s lips. Xabi punched him in the arm then tried to pay attention to
who was speaking. Steven brought his hand up to his mouth and coughed to keep
from laughing at them. In retaliation, Xabi scratched his stubble with both
hands then ran his fingers through his hair. Steven glared at him then cleared
his throat as he shifted in his seat. It was going to be difficult to keep his
hands off of him in public. He didn’t know how he did it when they went to the
same school everyday.
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The orientation was mainly about how they expected everyone to interact with
people from other FIFA teams and schools. They wanted everyone to branch out
and make new friends. It would be difficult with the fierce rivalries, it was
already difficult enough within the FIFA teams when it came to the rivalries.
But an entire camp full of different teams and schools?
It explained how the teams would train, some in the morning and then late
afternoon and some just the early afternoon and how they would switch, sharing
fields. Maps were passed around, which everyone was grateful for. The camp was
so big that individual cabins weren’t marked on the map, just the sections. It
had all of the fields marked, aid stations, the main hall, two dining
facilities which were broken up by FIFA teams, gyms, locker rooms, and three
activity buildings for gatherings at night.
The Spain and England FIFA teams both were to take their meals at the North
Dining Hall, which wasn’t very far from the Main Hall at all. Stevie was still
carrying his bag with him as he walked with Xabi and Alvaro.
“I don’t even know which cabin or section I am in. I literally hopped right out
of the taxi and came to orientation.” Xabi grinned, but stayed silent. “I need
to find that damned board with all the listings on it. I bet it was back at the
main hall.” Alvaro eyed Steven.
“Are you going to tell him, or make him squirm first, Xabi?” He said laughing.
Xabi shot Alvaro a look and flicked his ear which only made Alvaro laugh more
as he covered it and swatted at Xabi. Steven looked confused.
“Tell me what, am I with Rooney? Please tell me I’m not with him, I couldn’t
handle that, me.” Steven stopped walking so he could switch shoulders. His bag
was heavy. Xabi snickered, covering his mouth. Alvaro stuck his tongue out at
Xabi.
“No, you don’t have Rooney. I do.” Steven snorted. “It’s not funny. Dagger is
going to kill everyone.” Steven’s laughed carried and echoed into the distance.
“Dagger and Rooney? Bloody brilliant, that is.”
“And Tevez, and Suarez.” Steven shook his head.
“How are you going to hold him back?” Alvaro looked exasperated at Steven’s
question.
“I don’t know. I swear his blood pressure alone is going to kill us all. It
won’t be too bad. We have Bastian Schweinsteiger and Yoann Gourcuff as well.”
Steven nodded.
“Who is the last?”
“De Jong.” Steven shook his head.
“Dagger is going to hit someone. Or all of them. Not sure yet. Xab, you didn’t
happen to see where I was staying, did you?” Steven asked as they walked into
the dining hall. Steven immediately found a table and sat his stuff in a chair.
Xabi smiled.
“You’re in 3G.” Steven nodded.
“Thanks. Well I will see you lads later, gotta sit with the team I suppose.”
Xabi and Alvaro waved goodbye and walked towards Spain’s tables.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell him. He is going to flip out when he walks in
and you are there reading a book on your bed.” Xabi grinned.
“I know.”
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Steven thought that Section G was unfairly far from the North Dining Hall.
Sure, he played football and was in shape but carrying his bag around after
eating was too much. It was a good fifteen minute walk from one place to the
other. One thing was for sure about this summer, no one was going to get out of
shape with all the walking that was going to happen just to get places at the
camp. By the time he got to the cabin he was ready to collapse and not wake up
until morning. Between the late flight in, fucking Xabi, and walking here with
his bag he wanted to topple over. He knew he was the last to arrive and
wouldn’t be able to pick where he slept, which was fine. He walked in and said
a hello in greeting. He was met with warm hello’s and waves from everyone. He
looked around the room, he recognized everyone. Gerard Pique and Lukas Podolski
were sharing a bunk, Gonzalo Higuain and Angel Di Maria were sharing, as were
Raul Meireles from LFC and Carlos Bocanegra. Steven looked up at the last boy,
who had his back turned away, he was lying on the top bunk. Steven knew that
back anywhere. When Xabi turned around he couldn’t hide his smile. Steven shook
his head.
“You’re just hilarious, you are.” Xabi sat up, crossing his legs and closing
his book. He hummed with happiness. Steven’s eyes narrowed. Xabi did it on
purpose, he knew Steven liked it when he hummed. Steven cocked his head to the
side.
“I want to be on top.”
“You’re always on top.” He snickered. Xabi and his puns.
“Not always.” Steven looked around, no one was really paying any attention to
them. Xabi’s smile widened.
“You like me on top.” Steven raised an eye brow at Xabi’s quip. Xabi licked his
lips slowly, sticking his tongue out and wetting his lips then he scratched his
beard and stretched, exposing his happy trail. Steven closed his eyes and
sighed audibly. Xabi was taunting him, turning him on knowing fully well they
were in plain view. Xabi laughed as he moved, climbing down from the top. “I
was just kidding. I don’t want the top. I went up there just to get a rise out
of you.” He settled into the bottom bunk, the smile refusing to fade as he
watched Steven take his bag and put it by the only empty cubby space.
“Not the only thing you’re getting to rise, lad.” Steven said under his breath
as he walked by Xabi and into the bathroom to get into the shower. It was going
to be absolute torture living with Xabi with six other guys in the cabin.
Steven looked forward to it.
Chapter 2: 3rd Summer
David Villa had missed David Silva. After playing together for years at
Valencia, they were comfortable around each other. When he left for Barca and
David for Man City he had felt a gap in his life. They had never really
specified what they were. They weren’t dating, but they weren’t exactly only
friends. Friends with benefits implied that there was no emotional attachment,
which wasn’t the case at all. If anything there were so many emotions attached
that it felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders. What they had,
whatever it was, was important to him. They didn’t necessarily keep anything
long distance but now that they were in the same place they had picked up right
where they had left off. It was easy, going back to how they had always been.
Since camp started David Silva had been attached to him at the hip whenever
possible. To everyone around them, it looked normal. David had always stayed by
his side in the past, this summer was no different. But to David Villa he knew
that this time it was different. Before it had been out of sensory memory. He
was used to being close to him, he did it without thinking. But now, after
being apart for so long, it was a security blanket. David Silva didn’t want
what they used to have be just that, something only in the past. The look in
David Silva’s eyes told him everything, if David pushed him away now it would
be like a smack in the face. David Villa couldn’t do that to him, he cared for
him too much to end things between them. They had the summer and that was all
that mattered. Even if time was against them, they had to live in the now. He
was content with David hanging over him, it meant that David Silva felt the
same way about him as he did for David. He loved him.
The only problem was that they weren’t in the same cabin, it was difficult to
be alone, even more so than the past two summers. There were so many people at
camp, and the cabins were so spread apart. He really needed to steal a golf
cart.
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A bunch of the Spain FIFA boys stayed in the dining hall late, catching up with
each other about their years and their short vacations before camp started.
Andres Iniesta had gone to Disneyland Paris with his family and was showing
pictures to Carles Puyol and Joan Capdevilla on his iPhone, Gerard Pique and
Cesc Fabregas talked about how they went to the beach together and how Cesc had
buried Gerard in the sand and had left him there. As always, David Villa and
Alvaro Arbeloa were having shouting contests to see who could talk over the
other in order to talk to people at other tables. Fernando was discussing Fable
II with Santi Carzola while Sergio, Iker, and Jesus Navas joined in other
various conversations.
It was late when they all began dispersing to their various cabins and
sections. Sergio and Fernando lingered behind the rest, wanting at least a
couple of moments alone. As they walked behind everyone their fingers brushed
together for a moment before Jesus came up and put an arm over Sergio’s
shoulder and began talking to him. Fernando sighed silently, he wanted to be
alone with him, to be near him. Sergio was amazing at hiding what he really
wanted, he was all smiles and playful where as Fernando was closed off and
seemingly moody.
Sergio knew why Fernando was in a horrible mood, and he wanted the same thing:
to be alone. But that wasn’t happening, they were surrounded by their team
mates, people that wanted to hang out with them. Jesus moved on to talk to Juan
Mata and Santi, Sergio leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Fernando’s cheek,
causing him to blush. There wasn’t any reason for Fernando to blush at it,
Sergio kissed everyone on the cheek in public but because he knew the
undertones to the kiss that it turned his cheeks pink. Pepe came and pulled
Fernando in, putting his arm over his shoulder, Sergio came in on the other
side, using the excuse to get closer to Fernando.
“You two aren’t subtle or anything.” He said grinning. Fernando looked at Pepe,
confused. Sergio laughed. Pepe shook Fernando’s shoulders, jarring him.
“Watching you two at dinner was hilarious. Nando, you look ready to pounce.”
Fernando opened and closed his mouth, looking to Sergio for support. Pepe,
being ever observant, noticed the distinct change in Fernando immediately upon
arrival at the camp. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of Sergio all night. “Sergio
is better at hiding things, and Sergio has one of the biggest mouths out of
everyone!” Sergio reached over Fernando and punched Pepe in the arm.
“I resent that comment.” Sergio said as Iker joined them. Sergio gently pulled
on his ear and grazed his finger over his chin and smiled. “Hey gorgeous.”
Iker snickered and shook his head, pushing Sergio’s hand away. “What are you
guys up to back here? Threesome?”
Pepe bellowed, “In their dreams!” as he dropped his arm from Fernando’s
shoulder and caught up to the Davids. Iker turned to Fernando and Sergio and
smiled.
“You two are dying to be alone.” Sergio stuck his tongue out at Iker’s jibe.
“Don’t act like you and David haven’t snuck off and fucked already.” Iker
shrugged.
“I didn’t say we haven’t.” Iker winked then left them to walk with Cesc.
Sections were separating to go their different ways, Fernando and Sergio slowed
down, falling farther behind. They snuck off the trail and leaned their backs
against a tree for a couple of moments, linking their fingers together. Sergio
peered around the tree, seeing how far away everyone was. Iker turned around,
looking for them. He smiled when he realized they snuck off and kept walking.
Fernando leaned his head against Sergio’s shoulder and breathed him in. Sergio
turned his head and kissed him on the forehead, then his cheek, and finally
landed on his lips. The kiss was soft, light, and not at all rushed. Fernando
brought Sergio closer by placing his free hand on the back of Sergio’s neck.
This was new, taking things slowly. Their tongues darted in and out of their
mouths, deepening the kiss until they heard people walking near them. Fernando
broke the kiss, dropping his hand from Sergio’s neck and letting it trail down
his chest before grabbing his shirt and bunching it in his fist as he leaned
into Sergio. Sergio licked his lips and wrapped an arm around Fernando, cupping
his hand around the back of his head and bringing his face closer to his chest.
They sounded like Germans, who were another team that lingered at the dining
hall. When their sounds dissipated they relaxed, Fernando began to laugh softly
into Sergio’s neck.
“I feel like we are doing something illegal, hiding behind a tree like this.”
Sergio smiled.
“I think we should call it a night. We have long walks ahead of us.”
“Where are those damned golf carts now.” They both laughed as they began
walking. Sergio took out his map and his phone to light it up, they still had a
while to walk together before they needed to separate. He walked closer to
Fernando wrapped an arm around his waist lazily. Fernando slipped a hand into
Sergio’s back pocket. They walked in silence until they needed to part ways.
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There was a captain’s meeting bright and early the next morning, before the
teams were to start training. David and Iker walked together to the main hall,
where all of the smaller meeting rooms were. When they arrived, Philipp Lahm,
Cristiano Ronaldo, and Robinho were already seated around a long table, waiting
for the meeting to start. David and Iker sat next to each other at one end.
Before long Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Javier Mascherano, Christian Poulsen, and
Carlos Bocanegra joined them, rounding out the table. They didn’t have to wait
long for Sepp Blatter, the president of FIFA, to arrive along with their
coaches, who had just come from their own meeting. The coaches stood behind
their captains.
“We here at FIFA are very honored to have so many amazing teams join us in this
tournament. As captains of your teams, I expect each and every one of you to
act accordingly in setting an example to your team mates. They look to you for
guidance and strength. I am sure that many of you are worried about putting so
many rivals together in one place, to house you not with your team mates, but
with others. We want to promote a sort of cultural exchange, to get to know the
boys your are sharing space with. We don’t want fights, we don’t want hazing.
It is your job as captains to reel in your team mates, tolerance is key here.
One cannot demand respect if you do not first respect others.
This is going to be a long and strenuous summer, full of tough matches and hard
work. We want clean games, we don’t want needless injuries. As it stands, two
teams will share fields each day. One will have the mornings and late
afternoons, while the other will train in the early afternoon. The next day
they will switch off. It is rather simple.” Sepp looked at his clipboard for
reference. Then looked at his watch.
“Portugal, Denmark, Germany, US, and Sweden all have mornings today, while the
rest don’t start training until noon. Let’s make this meeting quick so that you
all have time to change and warm up accordingly.” The meeting went on to
explain how even though training will be rigorous, they will have time to relax
and go on small trips with their teams. They will be encouraged to watch other
team’s games, since no one will train on match days and there would be two
games on match days; one in the morning and one in the evening. Sepp talked
about how alcohol wasn’t allowed at the camp and if found that the entire cabin
will be red carded for a match, and that they took alcohol consumption very
seriously since this was a U19 camp where most were still underage. A curfew
was set, if anyone was out past midnight they would be fined. David and Iker
side-eyed each other at this predicament. The meeting went by fast and was over
before they knew it.
The captains whose teams started training in under thirty minutes left in a
rush, wanting to get to their locker rooms as soon as possible. David and Iker
lingered for a few moments before they left the meeting room. Iker began making
his way to exit the main hall when David grabbed his wrist and jerked him in
the opposite direction, down the hall they just came from. David opened the
door to the room they were just in, flipped the lights back on and shut the
door.
“What are you-” Iker was cut off by David capturing his lips with his own,
bringing him in for a rushed kiss. David wrapped his arms around Iker’s waist
and pushed him against the door, then locked the door.
“I want to make use of this amazingly empty room.” David said before he nibbled
on Iker’s bottom lip, which elicited a moan from Iker whose hands couldn’t
decide which area of David’s body they wanted to concentrate on. As their lips
collided, Iker got the upper hand and was able to maneuver them towards the
long table. David grinned through the kiss and turned so that Iker’s ass leaned
on the table. “Me first.” Iker grinned.
“Always.” Iker cupped David’s head in his hands and kissed him again before
taking David’s shirt off. David quickly returned the favor. They both slipped
easily out of their training pants and briefs. Ever the ready one, David pulled
a small tube of lube out of his pants pocket, along with two condoms. Iker’s
eyebrows rose. “Little optimistic this morning, Becks?” Iker said, smirking as
David applied a liberal amount of lube to his fingers, slicking them up. David
winked playfully.
“I won’t deny anything of the sort.” He said as he spread Iker’s legs with one
of his own, as he got to his knees in front of him. Taking Iker into his mouth
while simultaneously breaching him. Iker held onto the edge of the table as
David’s fingers began fucking him, he was still loose from the day before.
David stood, withdrawing his fingers while Iker stroked David a couple times
then rolled the condom onto his erection. Iker sat on the edge of the table,
propping his legs up by placing his feet in two of the chairs. He leaned back,
placing the palms of his hands on the table behind him as David entered him,
holding onto Iker’s hips for leverage as he began thrusting. Iker’s head rolled
back in pleasure as David quickened the pace.
Yesterday they had a quick fuck, one that was rushed and messy which wasn’t
their normal style. What they felt was visceral, pure lust. The fact that they
were together, that they would have the entire summer didn’t matter. They fully
intended to make the most out of their time together, to take advantage of
being in the same camp together. They hadn’t seen each other since the summer
before, since England played Spain.
Iker moaned as David changed angles, bending his knee and placing his foot on
one of the chairs that Iker was also using. With the new angle, each thrust
brushed against Iker’s prostate, making him hiss and squirm on the table. It
was blinding, sending shivers up and down his spine. David withdrew his cock
and watched Iker panting as he composed himself from the wave of rapture that
overtook him. Iker hopped down from the table and grabbed the other condom,
slipping it on while David uncapped the lube, squeezing an ample amount onto
Iker’s fingers as they both got on their knees. David bent over, going on all
fours in front of Iker. With one hand, Iker spread David’s ass, showing off how
tight he looked. Iker bit his lip as his index finger entered him, David’s moan
let Iker know just how tight David was as he slowly began moving his finger in
and out, massaging him open. Iker retracted his finger in order to add more
lube, David laid his forearm on the floor and rested his head against it while
with his free hand he began jacking himself off as Iker reentered him, this
time with two fingers. His ass in the air, David began slowly grinding against
Iker’s fingers, becoming antsy. Iker chuckled.
“Becks, don’t be so impatient.” In retaliation to Iker’s quip, David pushed
back, impaling himself on Iker’s fingers.
“Don’t be so gentle.” Iker raised his eyebrow, accepting the challenge from
David. He immediately began scissoring him, opening him wide and making David
groan from the pressure. David rubbed his head back and forth against his arm
as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, he wanted Iker to fuck him
already. He knew he was tight but he was becoming testy. “Please.” He begged.
Iker grunted at the plea, withdrawing his fingers and readying himself.
He added more lube to his cock, wanting to ease into David. His cock looked
huge next to the small hole, but he glided it in, head first, then pulled back
when David hissed. “Don’t stop.” David spat, voice muffled by his arm. Iker
pushed against David, watched as he filled him up, as his cock disappeared into
his ass. Iker gasped at the feeling, of how tight David was. His hands rubbed
circles on David’s back as he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in. David
shivered as he panted, there was so much pressure, he felt so full. He had
forgotten how big Iker was, how he made him feel. David closed his eyes and
concentrated on relaxing. Iker held onto David’s hips as he began to pick up
the pace slightly, to start a rhythm. David bit his arm to keep from screaming,
the feeling was so intense that he didn’t know what to do, that he just let
Iker ride him. His nerves were on end, he felt high, his mind was a blur.
“David, are you-”
“Yes, harder!” David said through gritted teeth as he reached back and spread
his cheeks, as Iker rammed into him. Just as David had gotten used to the
angle, Iker retracted, breaking contact. David gasped as he pulled out, at the
loss of pressure. David instinctively flipped over, onto his back and spread
his legs, letting Iker in between them. Iker reentered him, placing his hands
on either side of David’s chest for leverage. David wrapped his legs around him
as he began thrusting, pounding into him. Within minutes they both came, but it
was much longer before they moved.
They tied off both of their condoms and put them in the bottom of the trash,
then picked their clothes up to get dressed.
“My ass is red. Fuck, carpet burn.” David hissed as he smacked his ass once
before he put his briefs on. Iker grinned.
“It’s hot.”
“It fucking hurts.” David said as he put his shirt on.
“I’ve got it on my knees. Stings like a mother fucker.” David kissed Iker’s ear
lightly as he unlocked the door. He peeked his head out and didn’t see anyone.
They switched the lights off, leaving the room in darkness as they slowly
walked back to their cabin to get ready for the day.
“My fucking ass, you wanker.” Iker pushed David.
“You said you wanted it! Don’t even start.”
“I did want it, I am just saying. Fuck you’re amazing.” David said as he looked
at Iker, his eyes were practically flooding with lust. Iker grazed his fingers
across David’s chin before smacking him lightly across the face.
“You love it.”
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Nando couldn’t stop watching Sergio stretch. It was pure torture, what he was
putting himself through. Sergio had been paired with Fernando Llorente and
every time that they switched positions, every time they changed stretches,
Nando looked over to see where Sergio placed his hands and if the other
Fernando had reacted at all to his touch. When Fernando had his hands on
Sergio, stretching him, Nando couldn’t concentrate. Pepe was his partner, and
he, being the perceptive person he was, definitely noticed that Nando’s mind
wasn’t on training in the slightest.
Pepe’s eyes traveled in the direction of Nando’s gaze. He found Sergio almost
instantly. Pepe rolled his eyes and playfully smacked Nando on the thigh,
bringing his attention back to him.
“Nando, you need to snap out of it.” Pepe whispered as they changed positions.
Nando sighed.
“It’s not fair that Sergio and Iker are in the same cabin.” He said under his
breath. Pepe’s brow furrowed.
“How so?” They broke apart and walked towards Del Bosque, where everyone was
gathering to talk about the plans for the day’s training. Fernando shrugged.
“It just isn’t. Iker and David already get to be together. I am stuck with
you.” Fernando smirked at his comment as Pepe pushed him to the side. Fernando
crashed into Iker, who had been walking with Victor Valdes. “Sorry, Iker.”
Fernando mumbled. Iker gave him a small smile then continued his conversation
with Victor.
As they gathered in a group, Sergio made his way to Fernando. When he slid up
behind him, he brushed his hand across Fernando’s back and let it rest just
above Fernando’s ass. Fernando had his arms crossed, but he leaned back
slightly at Sergio’s touch. It was casual enough that anyone who saw Sergio’s
hand wouldn’t think anything of it. Sometimes it paid to have a boyfriend who
touched everyone. Sometimes. Out of the corner of his eye Fernando saw Sergio
smiling as he leaned over to whisper into Iker’s ear. Fernando closed his eyes,
his jaw clenching. He had no reason to be like this, to act as if Sergio was
his and no one else’s. Sergio was such a people person that he just gravitated
to where everyone was. He thrived off of affection and touch, Fernando knew
this. Even that morning, at breakfast, Sergio had been in line next to Gonzalo
Higuain and as a laugh he had smacked him on his ass and told him he was
beautiful. When Fernando asked about it, Sergio had said he did it because he
knew that Pipita was straight and liked to see him turn red from embarrassment.
But that didn’t stop some sort of rage monster from growing within him whenever
stuff like that happened.
Fernando had been insecure about the long distance relationship they held since
last summer, about everything Iker had told him about Sergio finding randoms to
have sex with at clubs. He and Sergio never talked about it, only about the
present and future. Sergio had said when he visited him in December and over
their Skype sessions that he hadn’t slept with anyone, that Fernando was who he
wanted. But Fernando couldn’t push things out of his mind. If it were up to him
he wouldn’t be the jealous type, he wanted to be carefree and not care that
Sergio was acting like himself. That was who Sergio was. His hand was still
resting on his lower back. Fernando strummed his fingers on his arms as he
half-heartedly listened Del Bosque explain the plays they were going to go
over.
Sergio couldn’t help but notice how tense Fernando was, how standoffish he was
acting. But he had felt his body relax into his touch, felt him lean into it.
It was so hard to read Fernando, to know what he was thinking because he was so
closed off. His face was never any indication as to what he was thinking
because it almost always was turned in a frown. Sergio removed his hand,
gauging Fernando’s reaction. Immediately, Fernando changed which foot he had
been putting his weight on. He also stopped strumming his fingers on his
crossed arms and instead tightened his grip on his arms. Fernando’s head turned
slightly, he looked at him out of the corner of his eyes.
Sergio crossed his arms and rested them on Fernando’s shoulders as he paid
attention to Del Bosque. No one around them even thought twice about it. Once
again, Fernando relaxed. Sergio liked this game.
Chapter 3: 3rd Summer
Kaka wasn’t really sure what was going on with Cristiano. When he first arrived
at camp he had been elated to find out that he and Cristiano were in the same
cabin. They had worried that they wouldn’t see much of each other at camp
because they were on different FIFA teams, but as soon as Kaka saw their names
together he beamed with delight. At first, Cristiano had been just as excited
as he was but that didn’t last long. There was always high tension in their
cabin since it consisted of so many strikers. Zlatan and Fernando never seemed
to get along and they were always shouting, and Landon Donovan had to fight
Pepe over the shower almost every single morning. David Villa never stopped
talking while Messi seemed to be in the middle of everyone’s business.
After the first week, Cristiano had stopped coming over and sitting on Kaka’s
bed, had stopped winking at him in the dining hall from across tables, and had
stopped trailing his fingers down his arm whenever they saw each other
throughout the day. Kaka didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to reverse
what was obviously happening. They weren’t exactly together, so he wouldn’t say
that Cristiano was breaking up with him, but he had thought they had some sort
of agreement. He had thought that Cristiano cared for him. The rest of the year
they were together at Real, they ate lunch together and practiced together and
always went on dates. Here was like a different world, here Cristiano was not
the same boy Kaka knew at school.
Cristiano Ronaldo took FIFA camp very seriously. Here he was the captain, here
he had the stress of the entire team on his back. He wished he could be more
carefree, but he couldn’t. He needed to concentrate and the fact that he was
sharing a cabin with Kaka was grating. Every time he looked at him he wanted
something he couldn’t have, the forbidden fruit. Kaka was unsure about what he
wanted. They haven’t so much as given each other blow jobs which was nerve
wracking to say the least. Kaka was fighting within himself about his religious
views and the fact that he liked Cristiano. Cristiano knew this, knew that Kaka
liked him but in the situation they were in, being in the same cabin where
Cristiano could constantly watch his body was excruciatingly painful. Cristiano
wanted to touch him, wanted to have sex with him. He knew that deep down Kaka
wanted the same but he just panicked whenever Cristiano did touch him.
Cristiano subconsciously decided that pushing Kaka away for the summer was the
best plan of action. He couldn’t concentrate during training because all he saw
when he closed his eyes was Kaka showering, with suds all over his body as he
scrubbed and washed himself, or sleeping, his chest rising and falling in a
calming rhythm. He didn’t want to just hold hands, he didn’t want to have to
stop after they had been making out and he would brush up against Kaka’s
erection only to have Kaka snap back to reality and panic by pushing Cristiano
off of him.
Kaka tried in vain to exude any sort of emotion from Cristiano as he could. He
gently tugged on his ear in the shower one morning, which only got a grunt, he
tried to steal a kiss when they were alone but had been brushed off. His mind
couldn’t wrap itself around what was happening. The stress was eating at him,
he was sure he would go insane if Cristiano didn’t talk to him soon.
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Daniel Agger’s temper was getting the better of him. His patience with his
cabin had been on thin ice since the first day but it was getting too much for
him to handle. He stayed out of the cabin as late as possible, spending most of
his time in cabin 1A with Jamie and Nicklas. At first he didn’t have a problem
with being in the same cabin as Alvaro but ever since Alvaro started talking
with Yoann Gourcuff, they got annoying pretty quick with their endless talking
and jabbering on about nothing.
With his hands in his pockets, Daniel walked silently alone down the pathway
that lead to 1A. It takes a good fifteen minutes for him to walk from section F
to A but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest, better silent than noisy like his
cabin. Technically he thought he had been doing rather well, he had only
punched Wayne Rooney three times so far this summer and only one of those times
was unprovoked. De Jong was another matter completely, they got into a fight
daily. He just couldn’t wrap his head around why everyone had to be so
annoying.
He walked up to cabin 1A and smiled when he saw Jamie outside on the phone. As
he walked up and clapped him on the back, Jamie smiled. Daniel walked into the
cabin and joined Cesc on Nicklas’s bed.
“Hey Daniel, had to get out again?” Nicklas said, smiling. Daniel huffed as he
nodded, leaning back on the bed with his elbows propping him up.
“They drive me bloody bonkers, the lot of them. I would rather stay here.” Cesc
pouted at Daniel’s words. Nicklas shrugged.
“We don’t mind if you stay here.” Cesc said as he got out a deck of cards.
Jamie walked back into the room and over to them.
“We playing cards, lads?” He asked, grinning as he looked to the rest of the
guys in the room. Sergio had just gotten out of the shower and still had a
towel around his waist. “Someone tell him to get dressed so we can start.” He
said laughing. They found that cards was an easy way to break the language
barrier in the cabin, since everyone knew how to play. Cesc turned to Sergio
and told him to hurry up, then he looked to David Silva.
“You in, David?” Cesc asked. David shook his head as he made his way to the
door.
“No, it is still early. I am going to go to 2C for a little while.” Cesc smiled
and nodded. Iker and David Beckham walked into the cabin and looked around.
“We playing cards again? Excellent.” David said as he clapped Jamie on the
back. “Iker help me get the table in the middle.” He said, smiling. Iker nodded
and helped him. Thomas Muller helped Nicklas and Daniel get out the folding
chairs as they set the table up. Sergio walked out of the bathroom clothed,
holding his phone in his hand.
“Hold up, Nando and Pepe are coming.” He told Iker and Cesc. Cesc relayed the
message to everyone else. While they waited for Fernando and Pepe to arrive
Sergio shuffled the cards about fifty times before Daniel took them away from
him.
When they finally arrived everyone sat around the table and handed Pepe their
money, he was always the treasurer. As Pepe handed out chips, Sergio got his
speakers out and put on an eclectic mix of music so everyone would be pleased,
then he sat down next to Fernando. It was a tight fit around the table, since
there were nine of them. Sergio didn’t mind in the slightest as his knee
brushed against Fernando’s whose demeanor changed every so slightly at the
touch. As Iker dealt the cards, Sergio began bouncing along to the music,
brushing against Fernando’s shoulder as he did so. His hands slipped under the
table easily with his movements and his hand found Fernando’s and they linked
their fingers together for a moment before separating.
Fernando was becoming more and more frustrated with everyone at camp. Not only
had he and Sergio not been able to get alone since camp started, but every time
they thought they had been alone someone had walked in or had come across them
before they could barely touch. Fernando thought he would explode at any moment
whenever Sergio was around him from lack of release. Sergio was intoxicating.
Everything he did was full of sexual fervor, every move he made reminded
Fernando of him naked with Fernando’s fingers all over him. He needed him.
Sergio wouldn’t be able to stand it much longer either. If he and Nando didn’t
find somewhere to fuck soon, he was almost positive he was going to die from a
severe case of blue balls. Most of the time, it was when he was apart from
Fernando that he felt the urge to fuck or be fucked. When Fernando was near him
he still wanted him, but he couldn’t seem to want to stop making Fernando
squirm by messing with him. It was as if by playing mind games with Fernando,
he was pushing aside the fact that they still hadn’t slept together since camp
started.
It was little things that got him off through out the day such as caressing the
base of Fernando’s neck lightly then pulling away, trailing his fingers up
Fernando’s forearm then back down again during training huddles, smacking other
peoples asses in the locker room... Sergio loved watching Fernando’s reaction
to things he did. He made sure to walk by him in the locker rooms as he got
into the shower. He could tell by the look in Fernando’s eyes that he wanted
him, and that was all that mattered. The mere fact that he was driving Fernando
insane held his own wants at bay until he wasn’t around him. That was when
Sergio’s own insanity came to fruition.
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Xabi was sitting on the floor leaning against Steven’s bed while he read a
book. He had a sucker in his mouth, which just so happened to be his favorite
flavor. Steven was determined to not look at Xabi lick at it and he definitely
was trying to block on the humming noises that Xabi was making subconsciously
as he read. Steven was trying to read a football magazine article, but it
wasn’t working. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Xabi’s tongue wrap
around the sucker, trying to get more of the flavor from it. Steven bit his lip
and nudged Xabi’s shoulder with his foot.
“You, stop doing that to me, it ain’t nice at all, that.” He said, startling
Xabi who hadn’t been paying attention because he had just gotten to a really
intense part of his book. Xabi tipped over slightly but caught himself.
“I am not doing anything! I am sitting and reading.” Xabi said, sucker still in
his mouth. Steven raised his eyebrows at Xabi. Comprehension dawning on him,
Xabi took the sucker out of his mouth and grinned. “This? Are you jealous of
this sucker?” Xabi asked, waving it around for a moment before sticking it back
in his mouth and humming, this time on purpose. “I love suckers.” He said,
smirking, as he went back to his book. Steven grunted in exasperation.
“You bet your ass I am.” Steven said as cupped himself through his shorts and
hissed. Xabi bit the sucker off the stick and chewed it as he stood up and
stretched, showing Steven his stomach. After he swallowed the candy pieces Xabi
straddled Steven, and kissed him. Steven grabbed Xabi’s ass, grinding him down
against his erection. “You drive me nuts, you do.” Steven rasped between kisses
as he tightened his grip on Xabi’s ass. Xabi moaned against him, rocking his
hips, causing friction. Steven loved the taste of the sucker that lingered on
Xabi’s tongue.
Xabi deepened the kiss by cupping Steven’s face in his hands as he pushed
Steven’s back against the bed. When he broke the kiss, he scooted his body down
so he had free access to Steven’s throbbing erection. Steven moaned as Xabi
freed his cock, bringing his track shorts down. Xabi licked up his length,
teasing only for a moment before taking him into his mouth and humming. Steven
raked his fingers through Xabi’s hair as he started bobbing his head, working
Steven into a frenzy underneath him. Xabi watched Steven as he licked him, he
loved seeing Steven’s face as he got him off with his mouth. Steven was panting
as he looked Xabi in the eyes, he loved him. He loved everything about him,
even when he teased him.
Xabi knew Steven was close by the way his fingers tightened their grip on his
hair, by the way his breath was catching every couple of seconds, by the way
that he shut his eyes. When Steven came Xabi swallowed him whole, relishing in
the taste of him. Almost immediately Steven sat up and captured Xabi’s lips
with his, tasting himself mixed with the sweet sucker flavor. He grazed his
fingers over the tightness in Xabi’s shorts, tracing an outline of his cock.
Xabi moaned into the kiss as Steven reached past the elastic band of his shorts
and grabbed onto him, twisting his wrist with lust. Xabi’s hips bucked forward
into Steven’s hand, wanting to be touched as much as possible. Steven bit his
lip as he let go of Xabi then turning him around.
On his knees, Xabi bent over so his head was resting on the bed, with his ass
in the air. Steven slipped Xabi’s shorts down his thighs and spread his ass
cheeks. As soon as Steven’s mouth was on his opening Xabi moaned loudly as he
gripped the sheets tight in his fists. Steven’s tongue lapped and probed Xabi,
tasting him and savoring him. Steven bit Xabi’s ass cheek playfully, causing
Xabi to scream into the sheets. Steven smacked Xabi’s ass, which made Xabi turn
his head to look at Steven as he panted to catch his breath.
“Flip, Xab.” Steven said gruffly. Xabi complied as he slipped his shorts the
rest of the way off. Spreading his legs, Xabi laid on his back on the small
bed. Steven stared at him, lying there wide open for him. His heart leapt as
Xabi grabbed himself and started jerking off as Steven stared at him. “Oh,
you.” Was all Steven said as he kissed Xabi again then offered a finger to him.
Xabi took Steven’s finger into his mouth for a moment, wetting it for him,
before he let go. Steven’s finger entered him, making him squirm with pleasure.
Steven swatted Xabi’s hands away from his own erection so that Steven could
fuck him with his finger and jack him off at the same time. Xabi held onto the
sheets, balling them in his fist as his hips began grinding against Steven’s
finger. He wanted more, he wanted to be fucked.
Steven quickened his pace, bring Xabi’s climax closer. Xabi sat up, his chest
heaving. Steven stopped moving his finger as Xabi scooted closer to him until
he sat in his lap, facing him. Xabi wrapped his legs around Steven as his
finger found his entrance again. Xabi kissed Steven hurriedly, suddenly
overwhelmed. Steven bent his finger inside him, hitting his prostate, sending
him over the edge. Xabi came on Steven’s chest. They sat there for a few
moments before Xabi slid off of him and grabbed his shorts. Steven took off his
shirt that was now dirty. Xabi slipped his arms around Steven and hummed into
his back, they stood there in silence for a while, happy that they had the
entire summer to be together.
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Spain had the afternoon free to do whatever they pleased since they had won the
day before against France. They decided the best way to spend their time would
be to play capture the flag. Splitting up into two teams, they set out to hide
their flags somewhere in the camp. In thirty minutes they would be free to
begin trying to capture the other teams flag.
After securing their flag safely, Fernando and Sergio made their way into the
woods alone. Now was their chance, now was the time to act. They were alone for
the moment and that was all that mattered. After weeks of being walked in on or
interrupted before anything could happen, they ran as fast as they could until
they were out of breath. They weren’t sure exactly where they were but they
didn’t care. When they stopped they immediately began to strip, shedding their
shirts and pants. Fernando fell over when he tried to take his shoes and socks
off at the same time as his pants, which made Sergio laugh. He met Fernando on
the ground, straddling him and capturing his mouth in a kiss. Fernando thread
his fingers through Sergio’s hair and tugged. Sergio moaned into his mouth and
raked his fingers down Fernando’s back. Fernando arched into his touch, their
movements were desperate and rushed as Fernando cupped Sergio’s erection in his
hand, his tongue licked at Sergio’s neck and collarbone as Sergio likewise
attacked his neck with his mouth. Fernando rapidly jacked Sergio off, wanting
to get him off, wanting to give him the release he knew he craved.
Camp had been torture. Their team mates had been unknowingly stopping them from
touching each other for so long that they had a chronic case of blue balls.
Sergio groaned as Fernando slowed down and then sped up again, spreading his
fingers over his head as he switched hands. Sergio began stroking Fernando as
well, using one hand on his cock while the other gently tugged on his balls.
Fernando threw his head back as he panted and said Sergio’s name. Now wasn’t
the time for pleasantries and slow foreplay, they needed each other and they
didn’t know when their next opportunity would be to have time alone like they
did right now.
Sergio’s hands withdrew from Fernando’s aching cock and grabbed onto his wrist,
forcing him to quit jacking him off. Sergio brought Fernando’s fingers into his
mouth and coated them with his spit, swirling his tongue around and causing
lewd and obscene noises to come from Fernando as he watched his fingers
disappear into Sergio’s mouth. Sergio’s mouth that so long ago he had pined
after, had spent many a hour dreaming to see what he was seeing now. Fernando
remembered the time in the woods when he had been jerking off when Sergio had
walked up on the phone. Fernando bit his lip as he recalled when Sergio had
asked him if he wanted him to take care of his erection for him and how turned
on and scared he had been that Sergio had said that to him.
Sergio released Fernando’s fingers and tugged him forward, closer to him so
they were chest to chest with Sergio practically in Fernando’s lap. Sergio
reached his and Fernando’s hands around until they found his tight hole.
Together, they entered him at once, his index finger and Fernando’s. Sergio
closed his eyes as he began riding them. Fernando moaned at the feeling of both
of their fingers being inside of Sergio, of stretching him out. Fernando’s
mouth watered and his cock twitched as Sergio lost all sense of dignity in how
he was riding them, on how he sounded as Fernando pushed another finger in,
adding to the euphoria that Sergio was currently feeling. They kissed as their
fingers stretched him, as his hips continued grinding against them. Before
long, Sergio withdrew his finger and Nando did the same. Sergio pushed Fernando
onto his back as he hovered over his cock, ready to take him in. Fernando
leaned back, using his elbows to prop his body up.
As soon as Fernando was inside of him, Sergio began moving, began fucking
himself on Fernando’s cock as if he needed it in order to live. Fernando
couldn’t help but bite his lip as he watched Sergio move his body perfectly
against him. There were no words to describe how much he loved seeing Sergio
like this, feeling himself inside of him. Fernando let Sergio set the pace, let
him ride him all he wanted. He could live forever like this, knowing that
Sergio was his.
It didn’t last long, they both came quickly because of how intense and how long
it had been since either of them had touched one another. Sergio leaned over
and licked his come off of Fernando’s chest and swallowed it, Fernando then
cupped Sergio’s face in his hands and kissed him, his tongue probing his mouth
in order to taste Sergio. As they broke apart Sergio looked around for
something to clean himself up with, to wipe himself down. His eyes landed on
their belts with small flags on them. He grabbed one of each of theirs and
cleaned himself off then threw them into a bush. Fernando stood up and grabbed
his clothes.
“Shit, I have a million little splinters in my ass.” He said as he rubbed his
butt and pouted. Sergio laughed and walked over as he put his shirt on. He
kneeled behind Fernando and looked closely, then kissed his cheek.
“You’re fine. You just think you do. You do have a couple of small cuts
though.” Sergio stood up and smacked Fernando’s ass, making a distinctly loud
slapping noise. Fernando gritted his teeth from the sharp jolt of pleasureful
pain.
“If I have splinters I am blaming you.” Sergio shrugged, smiling.
“Fine by me. Next time, I can fuck you.” Fernando raised his eyebrows.
“I prefer fucking on beds.” Sergio snorted as they began walking slowly back
the way they came. Hopefully their weren’t too lost. Sergio slung his arm
around Fernando’s shoulder as they walked, Fernando lazily slipped his arm
around Sergio’s waist. They didn’t see anyone for at least ten minutes after
they started walking. Luckily, it was Iker.
“Oh, I see our team mates are hard at work trying to find the red team’s flag.”
His hands were on his hips but his eyes told all: he was glad they had finally
gotten time alone.
“We were looking, it isn’t back there.” Sergio said grinning. Iker rolled his
eyes. Like he believed that they had been looking at all.
 
Chapter 4: Xabi & Steven
Xabi sat in the waiting room, flipping mindlessly through a health magazine.
Once summer was over and he was at his parents’ house they saw how sick he
actually was, how thin and pale he had become. They immediately sent him to
therapy, knowing that the reason behind him not eating was psychological and
that he wouldn’t just turn around over night. Xabi banged his head against the
wall and closed his eyes. School was starting tomorrow and he was on edge.
Practice started tomorrow afternoon and that was the only thing he was looking
forward to. He hoped that Sergio, Iker and Alvaro were in some of his classes
so he wouldn’t feel so alone at Real.
A nurse called his name and he dropped the magazine back on the table and
followed her into a small room that had a scale.
“Mr. Alonso, I have to ask you to take your shoes off and empty out your
pockets please.” Xabi frowned and did so, putting his wallet and phone on a
counter and slipping his sandals off. “Do you mind if I pat you down?” Xabi
shrugged. They always did it, even if he didn’t want them to. They thought he
was going to put weights on himself or something. He never did. He really was
trying. If they told him today that he wasn’t able to train he was going to
lose it. He had worked so hard since the end of camp to eat and build muscle
and gain weight. “You’ve lost a pound.” Xabi’s heart sank. The nurse looked
empathetic, she knew he was trying. “Put your shoes back on, let’s go in to Dr.
Winters.” Xabi nodded, grabbing his wallet and phone and stuffing his hands in
his pockets. He was going to get chewed out, he knew it. He wouldn’t be able to
train. His stomach churned.
Xabi entered the warm office and sat in the comfortable leather chair opposite
of his psychotherapist. He put his hands in his lap, twisting his fingers while
his eyes avoided the doctor.
“Xabier-”
“Please don’t call me that.” Xabi whispered quickly, shutting his eyes and
pushing Cobb’s voice out of his head. He looked at the doctor who nodded and
gave him a small smile.
“Of course, I am sorry Xabi. I am going to white out that name on your file and
write Xabi instead.” Xabi gave him a quick smile before it dropped and he
cleared his throat. “Xabi, tell me, how much have you been exercising?” Xabi
looked at his hands.
“Everyday, not for long. I need to train so I can play.” The doctor nodded.
“Yes but it can counteract the weight you are trying to gain, that is why you
lost a pound right? You have been following your dietitian’s formula and
recipes?” Xabi nodded.
“I have. I try to eat on time and what is on the list. Sometimes I don’t want
to but I want to train, I want to play football.” The doctor wrote something in
his file. “I am not allowed to leave the table until most of it is gone.” His
voice got small, he felt like a child, not being able to leave the table until
he finished his vegetables.
“And you actually do it?” Xabi nodded. “Very good, Xabi. I think that this
small relapse could just be nerves about starting a new school, am I right?”
Xabi nodded again.
“I start tomorrow.”
“And you already have some friends at Real, correct? Your friend from England
is starting with you?” Xabi grinned.
“Alvaro lives with me. He is at a movie right now with our friends. I am
meeting them after this to go out to eat.” The doctor smiled warmly.
“Perfect. Now, I know you are waiting for me to say this so: I think you are
ready to train. I think you can do it healthily. But you need to not lose more
weight. You can easily fall back down to where you were before and I don’t want
to take football from you but you need to take care of yourself.” Xabi nodded
repeatedly, he was so happy, so glad that he had worked hard enough that he was
able to train with everyone, to be on the team. “Now I want to see you again
this week, to see how you are doing at training. What day to you see the
dietitian?”
“Wednesday mornings.” The doctor nodded.
“Tell the nurse when you leave that I want to see you after the dietitian
appointment, if at all possible.” Xabi nodded, standing up and shaking Dr.
Winter’s hand.
“Thank you, Sir.”
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Xabi walked out of the office and began walking to the restaurant where he was
to meet everyone at. He took out his phone to text Steven: “I can train! I am
going to celebrate with a meal.” He smiled and bit his lip, waiting for a
response. Almost immediately there was one: “Bloody brilliant, good job Xab.
Call me later?” Xabi nodded as he responded that he would. He stopped in front
of the restaurant and dialed Alvaro’s number.
“Hey, Xabi. We just got a table. Come on in.”
“Alright.” Xabi opened the door and walked inside. Not only were Iker, Sergio,
and Alvaro there but so were other people that he didn’t know. He didn’t want
to share his news with everyone, didn’t want them to know he was sick. He
smiled and waved at everyone, who greeted him likewise. Iker introduced him.
“Guys, this is Xabi Alonso, our new midfielder who also is from LFC like
Alvaro. Xabi this is Pepe, Marcelo and Cristiano.” Xabi nodded at them as he
sat.
“Nice to meet you guys.” They smiled and continued their conversations where
they left off. Alvaro leaned over to whisper in Xabi’s ear.
“How’d it go?” Xabi smiled.
“I can train.” Alvaro laughed and clapped him on the back in congratulations.
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As Alvaro and Xabi were walking home, Alvaro got a text from Raul Albiol
inviting them over to watch a movie.
“Let’s go over, it’s still early.” Alvaro said getting ready to type back a
response. Xabi shrugged.
“You go, I am so full I want to take a nap.” Alvaro raised an eyebrow.
“You just want to go call Steven.” Xabi laughed.
“You caught me. But I really am so full I am going to burst.”
“Sergio and Iker are joining in the movie as well, you sure you don’t want in?”
Xabi nodded. “OK well I need to hop on a bus now so I can get over there. I
will see you tonight.” Xabi nodded and waved goodbye as he kept walking towards
his house.
Alvaro was spending a lot of time with Raul and Sergio, so was Xabi when he
felt like going out and doing things. His strength wasn’t really where it
should be after everything that had happened, he got tired easily. I really
liked hanging out, just the four of them. Sergio and Alvaro always joked that
they were the ‘Four Musketeers’ which made no sense to Xabi since there were
only three. Xabi made his way into he and Alvaro’s room and locked the door. He
turned music on, then stripped down to his boxers. He got a calling card out of
his bedside table and dialed Steven’s number.
“Xab, I was wondering when you were going to call me.” Xabi could tell that
Steven was grinning by the way he sounded. The mere thought made Xabi’s cock
twitch.
“I was at dinner, Alvaro went to Raul’s for a movie.”
“You didn’t go?” Steven asked. Xabi picked at his quilt.
“No, I wanted to call you.” Steven sighed.
“Xab, I don’t want you turning down hanging out just to call me, you could have
texted me, lad. I wouldn’t have cared.”
“I would have.” Xabi gnawed at his lower lip. Steven seemed preoccupied. “Is it
a bad time?”
“No, lad. School started today is all. It was a rough one.” Xabi gulped.
“Did you have practice?”
“Yeah.”
“Did anything happen?” Xabi sat on his bed, his back against the wall. He
brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them.
“Nothing, hey you. Don’t get all mopey me now, phone minutes are precious, they
are. I want to hear you pleasuring yourself over there.” Xabi laughed at
Steven, always lightening the mood.
“Me? What about you. I want to hear you.” Steven sighed dramatically.
“You drive a hard bargain, you do.” There was shuffling around, Xabi guess that
Steven was taking his clothes off. He heard a door shut. “Alright I am ready.”
Xabi smiled. “Are you in your room Xab?”
“Yes.” Xabi said as he rubbed himself over his boxers, feeling himself get
harder by the moment as he did so. Xabi rested his head against the wall.
“Stevie, I wish you could fuck me with your fingers right now.” He whispered as
he slipped his boxers off.
Steven made a vulgar noise at Xabi’s words as he began jacking off. Xabi was
completely shameless over the phone, he always knew exactly what to say to send
Steven over the edge, to get him hot.
“Believe me, I wish I was there, I’d lick you and jesus fuck.” He said,
cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear as he tugged on his balls as he
stroked himself. Xabi’s grin was lecherous, indecent and full of lust. He
licked his hand and put pressure on his head, sliding his thumb over the slit
and then only using his index and thumb in an ‘O’ shape he rapidly jerked
himself off, not caring about the obscene noises he was eliciting. “Wish you
had a damned web cam.” Xabi laughed. He desperately wished Steven were there,
or that he was back in England. “Lad, if I had that-”
“I don’t have one either. Stevie I need you, I fucking want you so bad right
now.” Xabi was exasperated, his heart pounding harshly in his chest.
“Fuck it lad, do you have toy you bought? Ride it for me.” Steven spat, tugging
on his balls once more.
“I have it. I am getting it out now.” Xabi stated as he walked over to the
closet and got out a shoe box. Inside were condoms, lube, and a dildo. Steven
held his cock at its base, wanting to build up intensity. Xabi laid on his back
on the floor, putting his phone on speaker and laying it next to his ear.
“Where do you want me?” He asked into the receiver. Steven groaned at having
control, even over the phone.
“You on your back? I want your knees bent and feet against the wall.” Xabi did
as Steven said, grabbing two pillows first to elevate his ass from the ground,
making it easier. Xabi spread some lube on his fingers before he let out a gasp
as he breached himself. “Fuck, Xab.” Steven rasped through clenched teeth as he
listened. Xabi quickly fucked himself on a finger, then two. He wanted to be
full, wanted to get off.
“Stevie”, Xabi panted. “I want you to fuck yourself.” Xabi said as he moaned as
he took the tip of the dildo and pushed it in and out of himself, shallow and
slow. “Oh jesus. Stevie.” Xabi’s back arched, he didn’t want to be on his back.
“Alright lad, slow down.” Stevie chucked as he walked and got his lube. “And I
know you want to sit on it and fuck yourself, go on then. Fuck I wish I could
see it.” Xabi flipped over, resting his head against his bed, kneeling and legs
spread he impaled himself then started rocking against it. Steven sat in an arm
chair that he had in his room, one leg over the arm while the other was on the
floor. He still had the phone cradled in his shoulder. The lewd noises coming
from Xabi alone were going to make him come. He closed his eyes and pictured
Xabi fucking himself, grinding against the dildo. Steven cupped his balls with
one hand as he slowly began probing himself, groaning at how tight he was. He
curled his finger, brushing up against his prostate, making a shiver run down
his spine as he did so.
“Fuck, Stevie. Go faster” Xabi said, gritting his teeth as he changed his
movements, more bouncing and less grinding, changing the angle slightly so he
was pressing against his spot with every move. His voice was coarse and rough
from the exertion. Steven did as Xabi said and picked up speed, adding another
finger. He was never good at jacking off and fingering himself at the same
time, too much for him to do at once. Xabi was the pro, always wanting more.
Steven brushed up against his spot again and came. Xabi wasn’t far behind,
coming in a wave of pleasure as he pulled the dildo out and laid with his back
on the floor. He took the phone off of speaker. “Stevie, next time I see you, I
am fucking you.” Steven laughed.
“As long as I can touch you lad, I couldn’t care what you do to me.” Xabi
smiled, getting up and putting his boxers on and grabbing a couple of tissues
to clean up his mess. “You have fun at practice tomorrow, you deserve it.”
“Thanks, you do the same. Tell the guys I miss them.”
“They know, lad.” Xabi’s mouth went dry. Steven had meant that they know he
misses them, not that they knew about Xabi and Cobb, not that they knew about
Steven and Xabi. But he couldn’t help but think it. He wanted everything behind
him, he wanted it dropped. One thing the psychotherapist didn’t know was why
Xabi had become anorexic. He only knew that he didn’t like to be called Xabier.
Xabi didn’t want to talk to an adult about it, didn’t want to tell his parents.
“Xab, you’re quiet.”
“Sorry, I zoned out. I will text you tomorrow after practice.”
“Sure, I’ll let you go, I know you want to hop in the shower.” Xabi laughed,
Steven knew him so well.
 
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When they hung up Steven shut his eyes. He lied to Xabi. Not only did something
big happen at practice, but Steven had told most of the team about he and
Xabi’s relationship. He should have told him right then, his only hope was none
of the lads would call or text him.
The entire day of school Steven was on edge. He knew that when it came down to
facing Cobb he would lash out at him. No one on the team knew, none of them
would understand what was going on. He was their captain, their leader and all
he wanted to do was kill their coach. Words could not describe the pain that he
wanted Cobb to be in, how much he would love to beat the shit out of him. He
was silent at lunch, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. About what the coach
had done to Xabi in his office, about how he had cut him and practically beat
him almost daily. Steven closed his eyes, reigning in his temper before his
blood boiled over.
“Stevie, lad.” Jamie Carragher put his hand on Steven’s shoulder and shook him.
Steven opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. “You alright?” Steven’s
gaze went to his uneaten lunch.
“Yeah, I am just knackered, me. Listen, Carra... If I do something stupid at
practice do us a favor and hold me back, yeah?” Steven said as he put his apple
on Jamie’s tray before he got up and threw the rest of his lunch away. Jamie
looked confused, but nodded his head as he picked up the apple.
“Anything you want to tell me? What’s got you riled up, then?” He shouted at
Steven as he walked out of the cafeteria. Steven dismissed him by waving his
hand lazily behind him as he turned a corner. Jamie turned to Martin Skrtel and
Daniel Agger who had also witness what had just happened. “Any ideas about
what’s gotten in to him, lads?” They both shrugged.
“I mean, Xabi’s gone. Maybe he is buggered about that.” Daniel said as he took
a bite of his sandwich. Martin shrugged.
“Well we all miss him, Alvaro too, but I don’t think that would bother him
much. Not like how he was just acting.” The three of them sat in silence for a
moment. “I guess we should do as he asked, if he acts out... stop him.”
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Everyone had just finished stretching when Coach Cobb made his way out onto the
field to join his team. Steven closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly as he
concentrated on breathing. His heart was already beating fast, he could feel
his ears turning red from his blood pressure rising. Cobb blew his whistle and
waited for everyone to gather around him. Steven stood straight, his arms
crossed as his gaze fell onto the grass at the coach’s feet. For the most part,
Steven zoned out at what the coach was saying, he thought it would be best if
he didn’t listen to whatever the coach was spouting out. In his mind, all he
could hear were words that he would have said to Xabi in order for him to do as
he wanted. Steven’s eyes closed, he thought of Xabi, of how thin he had become,
how broken. He didn’t do anything to stop it last year, but he was going to
make up for it now. It wasn’t too late.
“I know you all are just as sad as I am to hear that both Alvaro Arbeloa and
Xabi Alonso have left LFC for Real, but we must move past this. We are still a
strong side without them.” Steven’s eyes opened, he glared at the coach.
“How dare you.” Steven spat. There was silence, everyone was looking at him.
His fists clenched, his chest felt heavy, as if he was trying to stop himself.
Coach Cobb looked at him, shocked.
“Excuse me, Steven?” The coach said, bringing his clipboard up to his chest.
“You heard me. How dare you fucking act as if you gave two shits about Xabi.”
He said, stepping forward. Jamie, although in shock and horribly confused as to
what was going on, came forward and held onto Steven by his chest.
“Stevie, calm down lad.” Steven pushed Jamie, trying to break free from his
grip. Daniel Agger came up behind Steven and held on as well.
“Steven Gerrard, I want you to run five laps right now, cool your head before
you lose your captaincy. I will see you in my office after practice.” Stevie
shoved Jamie and Daniel off of him as he made to go run laps. When he was free
of them and they thought he was actually going to go do as he was told, Steven
turned around.
“Why, so you can do the same thing to me as you did to Xabi?” Again, silence.
No one knew what the fuck Steven was talking about. They all looked at the
coach, waiting for his response. There was no emotion on Coach Cobb’s face as
he looked at Steven. He walked up to him and got in his face.
“Watch your mouth, Gerrard. You don’t know what you are talking about.” Steven
put his hands on his hips and glared.
“Oh I don’t, do I?”
“In my office now.” Coach Cobb said as he turned and began walking off the
field. “The rest of you! Ten laps, now.” Steven ran at the coach, his temper
taking the better of him. Jamie and Daniel grabbed an arm each and reeled him
in, holding him back with everything they had. The coach disappeared into the
locker rooms.
“Stevie...what the fuck was that about?” Jamie asked as Steven relaxed enough
that he thought it was safe to let go of him. Daniel, however, kept a hold of
him just in case. Steven looked at Jamie, then Daniel. Martin walked over,
wanting to know what was going on and not caring that he wasn’t running laps
with everyone else.
“Lads, fuck.” Steven covered his eyes with one of his hands while the other
rested on his hip. He took a deep breath. “So much shit happened last year,
none of us even knew. Cobb, he... he fucking raped Xabi is that he did.”
Everyone was silent. Steven raked his hands through his hair and yelled in
rage. “And he didn’t tell anyone! No one. Alvaro only knew because he caught
Cobb pushing Xab into a fucking locker for fucks sake!” Steven was pacing, his
chest was heaving as he was getting it off his chest by telling his closest
friends of Xabi’s turmoil. Daniel was fuming.
“You’re shitting me.” Daniel said, his body tensing up. “We are talking more
about this later, but what the fuck are you going to do right now?” He asked.
Steven shrugged.
“I want to out him, get his ass in jail is what I fucking want. He made Xabi
sick, I didn’t even know anything was happening.” Steven said as he ran his
fingers through his hair, again, before taking a couple of breaths. “Listen
lads, I have to go in there. Jamie, will you come with?” Jamie looked shocked
at the request but he nodded. It was all a little much to take in. “I don’t
trust myself, and if I beat him then I will get in trouble, yeah?” Jamie
nodded. Steven looked at Martin. “You alright?” Martin nodded, he had zoned out
and had kept quiet the entire time.
“Just shocked is all.” Steven nodded.
“Not as shocked as I fucking was.” Steven started walking into the locker
rooms, to his surprise Martin and Daniel followed along with Jamie. “You lads
don’t need to come. I can take care of myself.”
“I want to know what he says.” Martin said as he crossed his arms. Daniel
nodded, agreeing with him. Steven rolled his eyes.
“Well you can bloody well wait outside his office.” Steven hadn’t meant to
yell, but he had suddenly realized what he was about to do, what he was going
to say. Daniel and Martin glanced at each other and stayed put. Steven walked
in without knocking, Jamie followed. Cobb looked at Jamie and cocked his
eyebrow.
“I didn’t realize you needed backup, Steven.” Steven shook with rage. Jamie
stood close by Steven, his face was blank. Outside the office Daniel got out
his phone and quickly went into the voice recording application. Martin glanced
over and nodded, agreeing that it was a good plan. Daniel put his phone as
close to the door as he could without being seen. Jamie looked over and saw the
phone and bit his lip.
“I don’t need backup. You wanted to see me, Sir.” Steven spat. Coach Cobb
leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers on his desk. The same desk
that he had bent Xabi over, the same desk that he had fucked him on, beat him
over.
“Your little outburst was uncalled for.” Cobb’s eye twitched. “He is gone, move
on. I know I have.” Steven lunged forward.
“Moved on, have you? To who you bloody bastard?” Steven gripped the edge of the
desk tight, turning his knuckles white. Jamie put his hand on Steven’s shoulder
and brought him back.
“Steven, if you don’t calm down I will suspend you from the team.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“I can see that but as faculty-”
“Faculty my ass. You were his coach! His mentor! What gave you the fucking
right to hold our relationship against him like that?” Steven screamed, his
voice cracking and tears formed in his eyes. Jamie’s eyes widened in shock.
Daniel and Martin looked at each other in silence, not believe what they just
heard. Coach Cobb’s mouth twitched.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Steven’s resolve magnified. Jamie stepped
forward.
“We aren’t keeping quiet about this you know. That is just wrong, doing that to
Xabi.” Coach Cobb cocked his head to the side.
“Mr. Carragher, I assume you didn’t know that Steven and Xabi have been fucking
each other for quite some time until Steven just let it slip am I right?”
Steven held his breath as he turned and looked at Jamie.
“Doesn’t matter, that’s their bloody business, ain’t it now? We aren’t here to
talk about them. We are bloody here to talk about you raping a student, Sir.”
Jamie spat. He was losing his temper, fast. Cobb leaned forward, looking
between the two boys.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, James.” Steven shook his head. He
wouldn’t get away with this.
“You bloody bastard. You think denying it will stop us from telling someone?”
Steven was screaming. Coach Cobb stood up and walked around his desk and
grabbed onto Steven’s shirt, bringing him forward. Cobb smirked.
“You want to know how I got him? All I had to do was threaten your place on the
team and he crumbled. It was easy.” Steven tried to push the coach off of him,
his emotions were getting the better of him. Hearing him say that hit him like
a ton of bricks. “I loved how he cowered, I relished making him scream when you
were barely within ear shot.” Steven’s eyes watered. Suddenly Cobb stumbled
back a few steps. Jamie had punched him squared in the cheek.
“Carragher, consider yourself off the team.” Coach Cobb spat. Jamie sneered.
“Like I bloody want to be on this team. Forcing yourself on Xabi like that.
Disgusting, that is.” Cobb laughed at Jamie.
“Poor Xabi? Tell you what, Carragher... You know the first time I had Xabi’s
mouth around my cock? The day before I saw him sucking this boy here, and I
knew that he would be good.” Jamie shut his eyes, not wanting to hear any more.
“You shut your mouth you bastard.” Steven said as he lunged forward again. Cobb
reacted fast and hit him in the gut, sending him to the floor.
“He squirmed as I had my cock up his ass.” Cobb was in a blind rage, he was
getting off on telling them what he did. He thought he was invincible, thought
that holding their places on the team over their heads would work the same as
it did with Alvaro. Steven was still on the floor. Jamie didn’t know what to
do. “I loved watching him hide it from you, Gerrard. Whenever I left bruises
for you, he would become distant and I could just see it on your face that you
had no idea.”
“Stop it.” Steven said from the ground, covering his ears. Cobb reached down
and pried his hands away.
“That is why you came here, right Steven? To hear about when I cut him.” Jamie
pushed Cobb off of Steven and quickly helped him up.
“Come on lad, we’re going.” Cobb watched them leaving, his smirk fell when he
saw Daniel and Martin in the hallway. Jamie saw his face and grinned. “Hope
that was fun for you coach, because you’re bloody going down.” Daniel walked
into the office and decked Coach Cobb, sending him to the ground. Daniel leaned
down and got by his face.
“That was for Xabi, you cocksucker.” He spat as he hit stop on his recorder.
“And I just fucking recorded that entire thing, so you can shove that up your
ass you piece of shit.” He walked out without looking back. They ran out of the
locker room and straight to Jamie’s car, leaving practice all together. Steven
got in the front as Daniel and Martin strapped in in the back. Steven was
quiet, staring off into space as Jamie pulled out of the parking lot.
“Where do we go, who do we go to?” Martin asked. Jamie shrugged.
“Police?” Steven nodded at Jamie’s suggestion. Daniel was examining his fist,
which was busted open.
“Jesus Christ, Stevie.” Jamie burst out, the shock finally wearing off. Stevie
covered his face with his hands. “You were with Xabi this whole bloody time?”
Steven nodded, keeping his eyes covered.
“I knew it.” Daniel said. Martin looked at him like he was crazy.
“I thought they hid it rather well now that I think about it.” Daniel shrugged
at Martin’s observation.
“Well if you think about it, that night we were playing pool when Alvaro barged
in and was acting funny about Xabi-”
“Oh yeah that is true... Hey Stevie, was that when you found out about...
everything?” Martin asked. Steven shook his head.
“Didn’t know until after the bloody Spain England FIFA game over the summer.”
Jamie stopped the car and turned towards Steven.
“That ain’t right, that. He waited that long?” Steven nodded his head. Jamie
continued driving. “Why the fuck would he do that?”
“We broke up without me knowing.” All three of them stared at him.
“So you aren’t together anymore?” Daniel asked. Steven sighed. He felt like he
was being interrogated.
“No, we’re back together. We … he broke up with me because I thought he was
cheating on me with Alvaro. I am sorry lads, I just... can we-”
“Hold the bloody phone. He cheated on you with Alvaro?” Jamie was
flabbergasted. If this day got any more twilightzone-y he was going to have a
stroke.
“No, he didn’t. I thought he had. It isn’t important. Xabi didn’t tell anyone
about none of it. I forced it out of him in Lyon.” Everyone was silent again.
Steven felt like he was in a soap opera, like this wasn’t really his life.
When they pulled up to the station they all sat in the car and stared. This was
going to be the hardest conversation of their lives.
Chapter 5: Real
It started out slowly, the realization that Kaka liked Cristiano more than a
friend. It had taken months for it to sink in, it seemed. He felt an urge to be
near him, to be close enough to smell him. He loved how Cristiano always
smelled so amazing. It was ever changing, dependant on what cologne he had put
on that morning. Kaka had his favorites and ones that he liked less than
others, he rarely disliked how Cristiano smelled. When Kaka realized that he
liked Cristiano in a non-platonic way, he had panicked. Not because he wasn’t
sure that Cristiano didn’t like him back, that he was almost positive about.
No, it was the fact that liking a boy would lead to inappropriate touching. His
family, being very religious, had scolded him many times when he was younger
about how touching yourself, and others, was morally wrong. Self restraint was
a virtue, as was abating any signs of lust. So whenever he watched Cristiano in
the shower, whenever he glanced at him as he stretched during training, all he
heard were his parents voices screaming at him to stop and desist these
feelings which would lead to sin.
In his mind, they wouldn’t care who he liked, they only want him to be happy
and loved, but they wouldn’t approve of any sinuous behavior that would tarnish
him. Kaka loved being near Cristiano, loved when he hugged him whenever he
scored, relished how Cristiano always looked for him to celebrate as his eyes
lit up with happiness. What Kaka didn’t love was how he felt afterwards, when
his thoughts always inevitably trailed back to how wrong his impure thoughts
were, how he was surely going to go to hell for thinking them.
Cristiano couldn’t help himself, how he felt. He was drawn to the quiet,
reserved midfielder like no other. He could sense though that Kaka was unsure
about everything. He knew Kaka liked him, for whenever he came to him for a hug
Kaka would bury his face in Cristiano’s neck as Cristiano picked him up and
swung him around, his hands wrapped around Cristiano with so much emotion there
was no way that Kaka didn’t like him and didn’t feel the same way he did. Their
hugs were innocent, their celebrations were clean...but how he wished they were
more.
They decided to go on a hike on Saturday after a match, which they won. It was
a beautiful day and Kaka couldn’t stop smiling as they made their way along the
trail with Cristiano’s dog running around them in circles. After an hour of
walking side by side together, Cristiano’s hand brushed against Kaka’s asking
for permission to hold his hand. Kaka bit his lip and smiled, taking
Cristiano’s in his. It felt perfect, it felt right. Kaka tried hard to keep his
unwanted thoughts at bay, to live in the moment of happiness that currently
surrounded him.
“I like this.” Kaka said as he swung his arm slightly, still clutching
Cristiano’s hand. Cristiano smiled and nodded, agreeing with him.
“I like you.” Cristiano stated, making eye contact with Kaka. Kaka blushed.
Cristiano pulled his arm up, bringing Kaka’s hand to his mouth where he kissed
it lightly, just a graze. Kaka’s eyes widened as he wished that the hand was
his lips.
“I like you, too.” He said barely above a whisper as they continued on their
way. His mind wouldn’t be quiet, wouldn’t push his thoughts away. He wanted to
be kissed, he wanted to be pushed against a tree, he wanted to tumble through
the grass with Cristiano’s hands trailing over his body.
Kaka was breathing heavily as he tried to control his thoughts, tried to vacate
them from his mind. Cristiano sensed a sudden change in him, he could tell that
he wasn’t alright but he didn’t know what to do to help him.
“What’s wrong?” Cristiano asked, stopping. His dog wagged its tail and sat,
waiting for them to continue their journey. Kaka dropped Cristiano’s hand,
crossing his arms defensively as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“I don’t know how to explain.” He said, his voice small. He liked Cristiano, he
knew he did. He didn’t want to feel badly for how he felt, he didn’t want to
feel guilty for having these thoughts. Kaka decided to dismiss his thoughts, in
that moment what he wanted was Cristiano’s lips on his. He stepped forward and
dropped his arms and placed them on Cristiano’s waist. It felt like slow
motion, their first kiss. It was chaste at first, light and feathery. Cristiano
deepened it by cupping Kaka’s face in his hands, caressing his cheeks with the
pads of this thumbs. He could sense how unsure Kaka was, how if he made one
wrong move it would all shatter. Kaka fell into the kiss, happy that it was
happening, happy that his mind was at peace about it.
Cristiano dropped his hands, letting them trail down Kaka’s back and wrap
around his waist as they continued kissing, their tongues lazily danced in
their mouths as they got used to each other. It was only when Cristiano’s hands
moved to Kaka’s ass that Kaka began to pull back. When Cristiano pressed his
erection against Kaka’s that he totally withdrew and stepped back, breaking all
contact. Shaking his head Kaka covered his mouth with his hand.
“We can’t. I can’t. It is wrong.” He said, sounding just as hurt as Cristiano
felt.
“How is it wrong? Don’t you want me?” He asked stepping forward. Kaka nodded.
“I do, I do like you and... want you. But can’t we just...” His voice trailed
off, not knowing what to say. Cristiano looked defeated. If he wanted Kaka, he
would have to be patient. More than patient, understanding. He wasn’t sure if
he could do it, wanting to be touched and to touch Kaka. But he didn’t want to
end things before it even began.
“Alright, how about we finish our hike?” Cristiano offered. Kaka smiled weakly
and nodded. Cristiano again offered his hand, which Kaka gladly took.
There would be a push and pull throughout the year, they would get close and
then Kaka would push him away. They would be making out, and sometimes he even
got to get as far as cupping Kaka’s erection in his hand before he was suddenly
not touching him at all. It was a constant cock tease, he felt forever rejected
even though he knew Kaka liked him. He spent a lot of time alone, helping
himself along. But in his mind it was worth it, how they felt somehow made up
for the lack of sexual pleasure. He would rather have the celebratory hugs and
gentle kisses than to not have him at all.
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Sergio called his group of friends the ‘four musketeers’ for reasons unknown to
Xabi. Somehow Xabi had become part of the small clique and enjoyed everything
that they did together. Sergio, Raul Albiol, Alvaro, and Xabi spent a lot of
time together after training and school. They went to the movies a lot, at
Alvaro and Raul’s urging, and out clubbing on weekends as per Sergio’s request.
It was a good way to keep his mind off of everything that was going on in
England, and not think about how much he missed Steven.
During practice one day they decided that they wanted to go bowling. Iker had
overheard them and was asked to join in. They decided that they would use one
lane since they had an odd number of people, meaning each game would take at
least forty five minutes. So far Iker was winning the first game with three
strikes and the rest were spares. Sergio was bringing up the rear with two
strikes but had a lot of gutter balls. Apparently he could either hit all of
the pins, or none at all. Xabi was pleased that he was right in the middle,
score wise. His issue was getting splits, he almost always ended up getting
them and then he would send the ball down the middle and end up not hitting any
on his second ball.
Raul and Alvaro spent most of the game bickering like an old couple about the
newest video games, about how game play was different in previous installments
and if they preferred the new way of casting spells or the old. Iker would try
to chime in with something relevant but that only got him glares, and one time
Alvaro called him a ‘noob’ which made Sergio crack up and once again get a
gutter ball.
It was Xabi’s turn, Raul and Alvaro were not paying attention by checking their
blackberry’s while Iker was messing around with the backgrounds of the
scoreboard. Sergio sat down next to Iker and sighed dramatically.
“What, nene.” Iker said as he looked up at the scoreboard to see how lame
‘under water adventure’ looked as a background. He decided he disliked it and
began searching for one that didn’t look as stupid.
“How did you and David start Skype-ing.” Sergio asked, brows furrowed. Iker
huffed a laugh.
“We went ‘Hey, want to Skype?’ It isn’t that difficult, nene.” He said. Sergio
rolled his eyes.
“Not regular Skype, I mean like doing shit over Skype.” He said, looking over
his shoulder at Raul and Alvaro. Xabi got a strike and Iker stood up to give
him a high five, Sergio did the same.
“Oh, I don’t remember really. It was like it just clicked, like... ‘oh this is
a good solution’ type of thing. Why? I thought you and Nando Skyped
constantly.” It was Sergio’s turn to huff.
“Not the way I want to. For some reason he is super shy on Skype.” Iker
laughed.
“I was the same way. It is awkward, it really is. But you get over that fast.”
He stated as he stood up, Raul was almost done with his turn and Iker was next.
“Don’t force it.” He said as he high fived Raul as he finished with a spare.
Xabi took Iker’s seat.
“What about Skype?” He asked, interested. Sergio shrugged.
“Just seeing how he and David... worked things out.” Sergio didn’t know that
Xabi knew about he and Fernando, which made Xabi smile. He had always been good
at keeping secrets.
Sergio sat at his computer in his room waiting for Fernando to sign onto Skype.
They used Skype often, but it was always just to talk, to be able to see each
other for a little while. So far the long distance had been difficult, but not
as hard as they thought it would be. The hardest part for Sergio was that he
had to remind himself constantly that Fernando was his boyfriend, that he had
someone and there wasn’t any need to go find someone to hook up with. His body
disagreed with his mind constantly, the lack of contact was making him fidgety.
He had become more affectionate towards his team mates, always needing to hang
out with someone, never wanting to be alone. Everything was alright until he
was alone. That was when his mind got the best of him, thinking about how
Fernando was at school with Olalla, how he could be with her and Sergio
wouldn’t know about it. Fernando swore he broke up with her over the summer,
but the thought always found its way to the front of Sergio’s thoughts,
taunting him.
There was a ding as Fernando signed on. Sergio bounced in his chair as he
connected. Fernando’s face immediately came up. He smiled warmly at him and
waved.
“Hey, Sergio.” Fernando said as he looked at Sergio through the computer. He
had just gotten home from training and he was soaking wet from the rain that
they had to practice in. “Hold on, I signed in as soon as I walked in, but I
need to get a towel.” He said as he got up, revealing his room to Sergio. It
was a mess, clothes and knick-knacks thrown everywhere. Sergio smiled, wishing
he was there. Fernando picked his laptop up and put it on his bed. Sitting with
his legs crossed he tilted the screen so it was showing his face as he towel
dried his hair. He was wearing a clean shirt and boxers. Sergio licked his
lips.
“Train in the rain again?” Sergio asked. Fernando nodded and threw the towel
onto the ground by his bed. Sergio rolled his eyes as he watched him do it.
“Yeah, always raining here.” Fernando said as he looked at his hands. “I wish
it was Christmas, I want to see you.” Sergio frowned for a moment before he
made himself smile.
“It isn’t too far! Besides, we have Skype and we could use it more wisely.” He
said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Fernando laughed and shook his head.
“No, no. You know how I feel about doing anything over webcam.” Fernando said
as he made a giant ‘X’ with his hands. “I veto that idea.” Sergio laughed and
shook his head.
“You can’t veto it without trying it! Please. I want to see you. I fucking miss
your cock.” Sergio said pouting and crossing his arms half-heartedly. Fernando
groaned, already embarrassed by the thought of jerking off on camera. “What if
I did?” Sergio asked. Fernando covered his face in his hands, he could tell he
was turning red. Why he was so embarrassed, he didn’t know. He missed Sergio,
wanted to be with him and wanted to fuck him senseless. What he didn’t want was
for him to feel like he didn’t want him. Fernando dropped his hands and nodded.
Sergio smiled and took his shirt off and tied his hair back. Fernando bit his
lip as he watched him do it, he usually didn’t like Sergio’s hair pulled back
but on camera he did, he was able to see Sergio’s face better and it also
stopped him from wanting to reach through the screen and rake his fingers
through it.
“Would you rather do it over the phone like we usually do?” Sergio asked, not
wanting to force anything on Fernando that he didn’t want. Fernando immediately
shook his head as he watched Sergio scoot his chair back so that more of him
could be seen. His erection was already well outlined in his boxer-briefs and
Fernando’s mouth watered. This was going to be a tease, to show off something
he couldn’t have. Sergio freed himself from his undergarment and waited a
moment before touching himself, letting Fernando stare at him. Fernando laid
down on his bed, stomach face down to hide his ever growing erection and so he
could see Sergio easier. Fernando bit his bottom lip as Sergio began stroking
himself. Fernando could feel his cheeks turning pink as he watched him, and he
was getting harder by the moment. As Sergio moaned his name Fernando gasped,
flipping over and sitting up. He brought out his aching cock and began jacking
himself off, not being able to hold off any longer. Sergio said his name again
and it made his spine shiver with need. His fingers worked his erection
thoroughly, rubbing the head and applying pressure to all the right places,
bringing him closer to the climax he desperately wanted.
“Nando, you are going to make me come.” Sergio said between baited breaths as
he watched Fernando jerking himself off for him. He knew Fernando hadn’t wanted
to do it but as he watched him flip over and fumble to get his boxers off he
saw how desperate Fernando had been, how much he had yearned to touch himself
from watching Sergio. Sergio came hard into his hand thinking about Fernando.
Sergio reached for a tissue when Fernando stopped him.
“No! Sergio.” He said as he came as well. When he was done he brought his
fingers to his mouth, tasting himself. If Sergio was still hard, he would have
come from watching Fernando. Sergio did the same, taking himself in his mouth
and swallowing, pretending it was Fernando. How he wished it was Fernando.
Fernando grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped the rest of his hands clean then
put his boxers back on. Sergio got dressed as well, hoping Fernando wasn’t
still feeling shy about everything.
“So...” Sergio said as Fernando sat back down on his bed. Fernando shrugged and
looked at his hands in his lap.
“I didn’t mind it. I liked watching you first, I think it helped.” He said
laughing lightly. Sergio beamed.
“Glad I could help, Nando. Because I want to do this more.” Sergio said.
Fernando raised his eye brows for a moment then shrugged awkwardly again, not
sure what to say.
“I mean, I think... I think that I might get more comfortable with this
eventually.” Fernando nodded. “Yes, we should do it again.” Sergio laughed.
“Tomorrow?” He asked, only semi joking. Fernando laughed and shook his head.
“No, no I don’t think tomorrow.”
“You’re never this shy in person.” Sergio said pouting. Fernando shrugged
again.
“It is different when I am alone.” Sergio understood what Fernando meant, but
that didn’t mean he didn’t get hard or turned on just thinking about him naked.
“I will think about it.”
“Yeah, think about it.”
Chapter 6:
It all started because Gerard Pique and Carlos Bocanegra became bored with
prank calling Landon Donovan and Carles Puyol all of the time. Gerard wanted to
play Truth or Dare but Carlos told him that was sissy stuff and that they would
only play Dare so everyone had to do the stupid shit that they were asked to
do. It was only their cabin the first couple of weeks, which turned out to be
hilarious when their Dares consisted of going to other cabins or stealing
things from other campers.
Cabin 3G, as it turned out, was full of bright ideas. Xabi Alonso was dared to
run around screaming the Basque National Anthem with his underwear on his head
during dinner one night, thanks to the mind of Raul Meireles. In turn, Raul was
dared to shave his head which he did not back down from much to the surprise of
the entire cabin as Angel Di Maria did the honors with Steven’s clippers.
One night, Gerard and Lukas Podolski were dared by Xabi Alonso to go get Cesc’s
Night Nurse and split it, drink it, and see who could stay awake the longest.
The bottle was already opened and ⅓ of it had been consumed by Cesc so they
poured the rest into glasses evenly and by the count of three they chugged it.
While they waited for the Night Nurse to take effect, Angel Di Maria was dared
to steal pots and pans from the kitchen and disperse them on the doorstep of
cabins whose doors were shut. Gerard and Lukas followed him to make sure he did
it. As that was being accomplished, Carlos dared Xabi to steal a golf cart so
they could all ride it. Xabi complained because Steven hadn’t done anything yet
so Carlos told Steven he had to join Xabi in commandeering the cart.
“How are we supposed to steal a cart?” Xabi asked as they walked towards the
main hall where the carts were stored and locked. Steven grinned.
“I saw where they keep the keys.” He said as he looked down the darkened path,
only the moonlight to light their way. His hand slipped around Xabi’s waist as
they continued walking.
“You did not. Where are they at?” Xabi asked as his fingers intertwined with
Steven’s as they rested on his hip.
“Security office.” Steven said as he kissed Xabi’s neck and ear. Xabi made a
face.
“Like we can get them from there.” Xabi said as Steven’s hand slipped down to
his shorts, sliding across the elastic band. “Stevie...” Xabi trailed off as he
grabbed Steven’s wrist, stopping him. Steven only smiled as he withdrew his
hand.
“No one’s around, lad.” He said as his hand also dropped from Xabi’s waist as
they continued on their way. Xabi’s immediate reaction was to lean into
Steven’s body, wanting his arm back around him but he refused. Xabi stopped
walking.
“Don’t.” Xabi said, sounding defeated as he stopped walking. “I don’t want to
fight over something this stupid.”
“I don’t think it is stupid.” Steven said as he kept walking until he realized
Xabi hadn’t started again and wasn’t following him. He stopped with a huff. “It
isn’t a big deal, that. Come on, Xab.” Steven said, still exasperated. Xabi
folded his arms and stood.
“It is a big deal. I don’t like fucking in public.” Xabi spat as he looked
around. Steven was sure that if it was daylight he would be able to see that
Xabi was blushing. “I don’t want to be caught. It would be embarrassing.”
Steven sighed.
“We are in the middle of the woods. No one is around. If you don’t want to, we
won’t touch in public, then.” Steven said as he walked up to Xabi. “Is that
what you want?” He asked as he slipped his arms around Xabi. “Don’t want me to
feel you up under tables, don’t want me grabbing your crotch, don’t want me
slipping my hand into your back pocket-” Xabi’s eyes were closed as Steven
lulled him into a blissful trance as he kissing a trail up Xabi’s neck. Xabi
hummed in pleasure as Steven nipped at his earlobe.
“No, I mean... I just...” Xabi sighed as he opened his eyes, snapping back to
reality. “Stevie stop.” He said, pushing back on his chest. Steven did as he
was told. “I like that, but I feel like one time we are going to get caught and
I don’t want that.” He said, looking at his hands.
“I know lad. I will ease up. I just want to fuck you all the time and I can’t.”
He said, smiling. Xabi laughed. “Let’s go steal a golf cart, yeah?” Steven
asked as his arm slipped back around Xabi’s waist. Xabi kissed him and nodded.
It was easy, getting the key. There wasn’t even anyone in the office when
Steven went in and opened the desk drawer. He knew where they were kept because
he had been talking to one of the guards one day when someone came in with a
set of keys and the guard put them away right in front of him. Steven swiped
the key as quickly as possible, leaving Xabi waiting outside by the carts. When
Steven came with the key Xabi was surprised he had gotten away with it.
With the light from their cell phones Steven matched the number on the key with
one of the carts and they got in. Steven handed Xabi the key.
“You drive, it is your dare.” Xabi smiled at Steven as he took the wheel and
turned on the cart.
“I can’t believe we are doing this.” He whispered as he backed the cart up and
they headed towards their cabin.
“Turn this way.” Steven said pointing to another direction. Xabi made a face.
“Why?” He asked, doing as Steven suggested. Steven grinned, cupping Xabi’s
crotch in his hand, making Xabi swerve slightly before he took back control of
the cart.
“Steven I am driving-” Xabi gasped as Steven leaned over, lowered his head, and
freed Xabi from his shorts and covered his cock with his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
Xabi shouted as he tried to keep his attention on the pathway in front of him.
Steven sucked and lapped at him, swirling his tongue around Xabi as he drove.
The noises that escaped from Xabi’s mouth were filthier than normal, which made
Steven hard. Xabi couldn’t concentrate on driving. Steven’s mouth was working
at him tirelessly and he wanted to hold him down, wanted to run his fingers
through Steven’s hair.
The cart wasn’t going fast at all, really. When Xabi ran off the road and hit a
tree they didn’t even go flying out of the cart. It just sort of stopped and
they were shocked. Steven started laughing as Xabi sat in shock at the fact
that he had just crashed camp property because he was getting a blow job. He
quickly righted himself, tucking in and catching his breath. Steven got out of
the cart to check the damages. He made a face.
“Xab, you’ve totaled it.” He said, holding back more laughter. Xabi’s mouth
widened as he scrambled out of the cart to check himself.
“Oh fuck off, Stevie.” He said as he looked it over. There was barely a scratch
on it. “It’s fine.” He said climbing back in. It wouldn’t start. “For fuck’s
sake...” He said under his breath as he cranked the cart again. Nothing.
“These can’t take much, lad. Come on. Let’s get out of here and tell the lads
you crashed it. If they don’t believe you they can come look for themselves.”
He said, taking Xabi’s hand. “You’re so fucking hot right now, you.” Steven
said as he kissed Xabi’s neck. Xabi’s fingers clutched at Steven’s shirt,
obviously shaken up.
“What if I get in trouble?” He asked, closing his eyes and loving the attention
Steven was giving him.
“Then I will be right there with you won’t I?” He said as he captured Xabi’s
lips with his.
Back at the cabin Lukas is more than loopy and he lets everyone know just how
much when he dares Angel Di Maria to pole dance against one of the bed posts.
Everyone looked at him like he was nuts and ignored him, instead choosing to
dare Carlos to run to cabin 1A with only his american flag boxers on and sing
“America the Beautiful” at the top of his lungs. Not being one to back down, he
obliges. His witness was to be Angel. The two of them made their way to the
cabin as quickly as possible, Carlos was mad because he wasn’t allowed to wear
shoes.
When they got to the cabin there was a poker game happening. Without delay
Carlos jumped into the cabin, spread his arms out wide and began belting the
words out as loud as he possibly could. Most of the cabin was shocked at this
sudden intrusion to their cabin. Sergio and Iker busted up laughing while David
Beckham took out his phone to record it and send around to everyone. Cesc and
David Silva sat with their jaws open, utterly surprised. Daniel Agger and Jamie
Carragher didn’t look at all amused and when Carlos was done and started over
again the two of them took him by the arms and brought him out of the cabin.
“We’re folding!” Daniel called out as they walked right into Angel.
“What’s going on, Carlos?” Jamie asked, letting go of the American Captain.
Carlos grinned.
“Just a bit of fun.” He said, turning to Angel. “Right Di Maria?” He asked.
Angel nodded and looked at Jamie and Daniel, attempting to smile. Instead he
just looked scared.
“Oh yeah? Well we were playing and I was going to win that hand.” Daniel
pointed out. Carlos shrugged.
“You were probably bluffing.” He said. Daniel made a face.
“Alright, lad. What put you up to this?” Jamie asked.
“It was a dare. Our cabin has been daring each other all throughout camp.” He
said rather smugly.
“You’re in Steven’s cabin, yeah?” Jamie asked. Carlos nodded.
“He and Xabi are off stealing a golf cart right now. I bet they are back with
it.” Jamie and Daniel looked at each other then back at Angel and Carlos.
“We are coming with you.” They both said in unison. Carlos shrugged.
“Fine with me but can I borrow some shoes?” He asks. Jamie looks down and
laughs.
“Yeah sure, why the fuck not.” He says as he reenters the cabin and grabs a
pair of flip flops and hands them over. “I want them back though, those are my
only pair, them.” He says menacingly. Carlos only smiles.
“Thanks.”
When they arrived at the cabin Steven and Xabi had returned and told everyone
about the cart crash. Jamie and Daniel were amused at the fact that not only
had their Captain stole a cart but that his boyfriend crashed it. Apparently
through all of the commotion of Xabi explaining what happened with the cart and
Carlos telling about how amazing his singing had been Gerard had passed out on
the floor. No one realized this until Lukas, in his increasingly loopy state,
shouted that he had won and he wanted all the gummy worms as he danced around
the cabin. Jamie and Daniel stared wide eyed as they watched him fall onto his
bed and pass out.
“Well. I don’t know about you lads. But I think they deserve to be written on,
since they fell asleep and all.” Jamie said as he looked around.
“I have markers!” Carlos called as he ran to his cubby space and threw a couple
of the markers around. Jamie drew Harry Potter glasses and a scar on Gerard
while Angel wrote ‘Hala Madrid’ on his stomach. Daniel made Gerard’s nipples
into sun’s by drawing rays around them. Steven and Carlos went to town on
Lukas’ chest drawing designs and animals. Xabi tried drawing a dinosaur but it
looked like the Loch Ness monster.
When Carlos saw that Angel wrote ‘Hala Madrid’ on Gerard he came up with the
idea that Gonzalo Higuain who up until that point had avoided a dare, had to go
into the kitchens and find frosting and write ‘Visca Barca’ on the wall of the
dining hall. Raul Meireles had to be his witness. When they left on their dare
the rest of the boys calmed down and quit drawing on their two passed out bunk
mates. Jamie and Daniel decided their work was done and headed back. Before
leaving they told the boys that next round they wanted in. Carlos said he had
no problem adding cabin 1A to the list of participants, and Daniel who
basically lived in 1A anyways. Steven, Xabi, Carlos, and Angel helped heave
Gerard into his bed and tuck in Lukas. Then Carlos and Angel decided that they
wanted to go find the cart that Xabi crashed.
 
And then there were two. As soon as they were alone Steven went to his cubby
space, grabbed the small bag that he kept the lube and condoms in and then
ushered Xabi out the door, leaving Gerard and Lukas passed out in their beds.
Slamming Xabi against the outside wall of the cabin, Steven captured his lips
with a deep kiss as his knee spread Xabi’s legs apart. Panting, Xabi broke the
kiss as his hands pushed against Steven’s chest.
“I don’t think... this is too open...” He said, exasperatedly as Steven’s hands
trailed down his body.
“It’s bloody three in the morning lad. We are facing the woods.” Steven said
gruffly as his hand slipped under Xabi’s shorts and tugged on him until he
started getting hard. “Come on, Xab.” He said as he kissed his neck then nipped
at his earlobe. Xabi stopped pushing against Steven’s chest, giving into the
feeling overcoming his body as he reacted to Steven’s hands working at him and
making him hard.
“I can’t say no to you, ever.” Xabi said, laughing slightly as he removed
Steven’s shirt. “I just don’t want to echo as you fuck me.” He whispered, that
blush that Steven loved so much creeping up onto Xabi’s cheeks. Steven grinned,
running a free hand against Xabi’s stubble before he kissed him.
“You say no to me all the time, lad.” Steven said as he turned Xabi around so
that his chest was against the wall, his cheek pressed against the wood slats
that made up the walls of the cabin. Steven took the sleeve of his shirt and
shoved it into Xabi’s mouth, gagging him. “So you won’t scream.” He whispered.
Xabi grunted as his eyes rolled back into his head as the smell of Steven
permeated his nose and intoxicated him. Steven yanked his pants down to his
ankles and spread his legs wider. “You’re so fucking hot, you.” He said as he
took out the lube and slicked his fingers, grazing Xabi’s tight entrance before
entering him. Xabi groaned as his hands grabbed at his ass cheeks, spreading
them so that Steven could see him better. “Oh fuck, lad. You know just what
gets me, you do.” Steven said as he watched his fingers slide in and out of
Xabi’s hole easily.
The one thing that Steven didn’t like about gagging Xabi was the fact that he
missed his noises. Sure he was groaning and moaning, but they were muffled and
not the same as his usual quips and sounds that he adored so much. Xabi was
being aggressive, his hips thrusting back into Steven’s fingers as he fucked
his ass, stretching him. Steven was beyond hard as he watched Xabi squirm
against his fingers and work them at his own speed. When Xabi was ready for
him, Steven withdrew his fingers and yanked his shorts down, putting a condom
on. When he looked back at Xabi he gasped, Xabi had entered himself with his
fingers, wanting contact immediately after Steven had withdrawn.
Xabi couldn’t hold back. The fact that he couldn’t make noise, the fact that
Steven’s scent was filling him with an overflow of passion... he needed to get
off. He needed Steven to fuck him and as soon as his fingers left him he had to
fill that void as quickly as possible. When he heard Steven gasp he knew that
it got Steven off, watching him fuck himself. Steven grabbed Xabi’s wrist,
making him retract his fingers. Xabi whimpered through the gag, being as
audible as possible. Steven looked at Xabi’s red, puffy, slicked up entrance
and wanted to get on his knees and eat him out but he knew that Xabi wanted to
be fucked and he wasn’t about to deny him that.
Steven entered him and immediately started moving inside him, wrapping an arm
around Xabi’s waist and stroking his neglected cock as the other hand placed
Xabi’s slicked up fingers against the wall, their fingers interlocking as
Steven fucked him from behind. When Steven withdrew, Xabi pushed his ass back,
trying to find his cock. Steven laughed, turned Xabi around so his back was
against the wall and took his shirt out of Xabi’s mouth. Xabi panted as he
wrapped one of his legs around Steven’s waist as Steven reentered him. Their
mouths crashed together in a messy, wet kiss that was desperate and full of
want. Xabi’s hands raked down Steven’s back as he moaned into his mouth, his
hips moving in time with Steven’s thrusts. When he came Steven’s mouth had
muffled his sounds. When they were through, Steven cleaned himself off with his
discarded shirt that was now more than dirty.
“Gag me again without consent and I will tease you until your balls actually
turn blue.” Xabi said as he pulled his shorts up. Steven snorted.
“You fucking loved it.” Steven said as his fingers caressed Xabi’s chin,
rubbing against his beard. “I love you.” Xabi moved his face, bringing Steven’s
fingers into his mouth for only a second and hummed.
“Love you too.”
Chapter 7:
It was a game day and almost everyone in 1A was planning to go to Uruguay vs
Ghana that afternoon. David feigned a headache as everyone got ready to leave
and Iker had taken a walk when he got a phone call from his parents and hadn’t
returned by the time everyone was leaving so they told David to tell Iker to
meet them at the game. Sergio rolled his eyes at Cesc when he told David that
he would save a seat for Iker. Sergio winked at David as he left, knowing fully
well that David did not have a headache. He and Fernando also planned on
skipping the game, but they were meeting up at the pitch and heading out into
the woods for the day, this time with a blanket. Once everyone left and David
was alone he hopped out of bed and over to his cubby space where he got out his
lube and a couple of condoms and put them in his pocket. He grabbed his phone
from his bed and walked out of the cabin into the bright sunlight. Squinting
his eyes, he ran back inside and grabbed a pair of sunglasses after he was
positive he had everything he dialed Iker’s number.
“Hey, did you find a place?” David asked. Iker had gone out searching for a
place that basically didn’t have anyone around for the afternoon. They were
over fucking in the middle of nowhere or in closets.
“I did. Your teams locker rooms.” Iker said, grinning.
“Oh, I like it.” David said as he turned to walk the other way. “I will be
there in ten minutes.”
“Less if you run.”
“I am not running, I’ll walk fast.” David said, laughing. Iker grunted in
response as he hung up the phone. David broke into a jog as he made his way to
his locker rooms where Iker was waiting for him.
When he arrived approximately seven minutes later he found Iker sitting on a
bench playing sudoku on his blackberry. When he heard the door open he looked
up and grinned.
“You ran.”
“I jogged leisurely.” David said, catching his breath as he walked over to Iker
and kissed him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“So I was thinking shower.” Iker said as he left a trail of wet kisses down
David’s neck as he pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it to expose his
chest. David hummed in response as Iker’s tongue left a trail along David’s
chest, over his nipples and back up again as he captured David’s lips with his,
intensifying the kiss.
“I approve.” David said as they made their way towards the showers, stripping
their clothes off as they did so. David fished the lube and condoms out of his
pockets before they were thrown to the ground. Iker grasped David’s cock and
stroked him, rubbing his hand down his length and wrapping his fingers around
him as he pumped at his shaft making David moan. David grasped at Iker’s hard-
on and worked at him, making him throw his head back as he moaned David’s name.
“I need you.” David said as he nipped at Iker’s jaw, his teeth grazing down his
neck before using his tongue to cover the same trail his teeth just marked.
Grunting, Iker took the lube from David and applied a liberal amount to his
fingers. David ripped open a condom and slipped it on Iker, pumping him into a
frenzy. David turned the shower on and stepped in, dowsing his hair and body
with the spray.
Kissing the back of David’s neck, Iker turned his body around so he had access
to his ass. David spread his legs as Iker’s finger caressed his hole, gently
pushing in. The anticipation of what was to come made David arch back against
Iker’s chest, his body shaking as Iker hit his spot. Iker worked him open,
scissoring and spreading him with his fingers, loving every lewd sound that
escaped from David’s mouth with every movement of Iker’s touch. David jerked
himself off slowly as Iker’s fingers spread him wide. The water beat down on
them, covering their bodies and slicking them up. Iker readied his cock at
David’s entrance, one of his hands leaned against the tiled wall as the other
guided his cock in. David’s hand found Iker’s, they linked fingers as they held
onto the wall as Iker began thrusting, fucking David fast and hard. With his
free hand, David grabbed his ass cheek and spread it back so he could feel Iker
more, loving the feeling as he was spread wide as Iker fucked him.
The water beat down mercilessly as Iker drove him to the brink, just far enough
that he was about to come, then he withdrew. David grunted at the sudden lack
of pressure and contact. He turned around and found Iker’s mouth, their lips
smacking together and their bodies sliding together in the spray. Iker stripped
himself of his condom and grabbed both of their erections in his hand and
jerked them off simultaneously, rubbing them together and causing sweet
friction as they kissed. They came on their stomachs, the shower quickly
ridding them of their mess as they continued making out hungrily. When they
emerged from the shower they were exhausted and drenched to the bone.
“I feel like I am not clean.” Iker said as he got dressed. David scoffed.
“We were just in the shower.”
“That means nothing, we didn’t use soap.” Iker said as a matter-of-factly.
David raised his eyebrows, taking what Iker said as a challenge. Iker’s
shoulder slumped.
“Again?”
“You’re the one that feels dirty.” David said, nipping at Iker’s ear as he
restripped off his clothes, piling them on a bench as he walked back into the
shower. “And this time I am doing the fucking.” He said as he got the soap and
began washing his body down. Iker grinned as he took his shirt off, getting
ready to join.
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Cesc and David Silva walked together to the field, kicking loose stones and
grabbing at low tree branches as they went. David’s arms were swinging freely
as he walked, as was normal. That was when the bracelets caught Cesc’s eye.
They were like Sergio’s, the ones he always wore. Cesc made a face, pointing at
them.
“Where did you get those?” Cesc asked. David’s hand recoiled as he shoved it in
his pocket.
“Get what?” He said, his face contorting into a frown. Cesc rolled his eyes as
he grabbed David’s wrist. David let out a yelp and moved away from Cesc’s
grasp. “Don’t.” He said, caressing his wrist.
“What’s wrong with your wrist? Did you hurt it?” Cesc asked, forcing David to
let him see. Underneath, the bracelets did little to help cover the bruising
that had developed there. Not only were there fresh bruises that were shades of
blue and purple, but green and yellow ones as well. Cesc’s brow furrowed as he
tentatively the pad of his thumb against one of them, making David hiss and
bite his lip. “What happened?” Cesc inquired as he let go of David’s wrist.
David shrugged.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he covered his bruises
meticulously with the bracelets, setting them just right. Cesc couldn’t help
but worry.
When they got to the field, they waited for Gerard Pique, Pepe, and David Villa
to arrive. Cesc shuffled his feet across the grass, not wanting to bring the
bruises back up again as they waited. If David didn’t want to tell him, he
wasn’t going to force it out of him. He just didn’t want his friend to be hurt.
David knew that he should have covered his wrist with athletic tape but David
Villa told him it would bring attention to it if he had it on when they weren’t
training. David asked Sergio if he could borrow a few of his bracelets for a
couple of days and Sergio just smiled and said ‘of course!’ and let him pick
which ever ones he wanted. He didn’t like when Cesc touched the bruises, he
only liked when he or David touched them. When David did it he always arched
into him, always relished the pain and the sharp pleasure that exuded shortly
after the drastic touch. David Villa hadn’t seen the new bruises yet, and David
Silva hoped that he liked them as much as he did. To him they were beautiful,
they showed how David Villa felt about him in a physical form. He loved when
David held his hands over his head as they fucked, loved when he tied him and
pulled at his wrists, when he marked him as his.
David snapped out of his daze as Cesc pat his back to get his attention,
letting him know he spotted their friends. Gerard ran up and picked the both of
them up and spinning them around as if they were five year olds. Pepe and David
Villa walked up slowly behind him, talking animatedly with smiles on their
faces. When David locked eyes with David Silva his smile faded, not liking that
Gerard was flinging him around. David patted Gerard’s back, wanting him to put
him down. Gerard set both he and Cesc down easily, like they both didn’t weigh
over 200 pounds. David moved to stand beside David Villa.
David Villa couldn’t help but become jealous whenever someone else touched
David Silva. It was as if it reminded him that he wasn’t really his, that they
had been separated all year, that no matter how many hickeys were on David’s
body and no matter how much he wanted to be marked, he still wasn’t his. It
wasn’t that he was angry that David had friends, these guys were his friends as
well, it was the fact that they couldn’t be alone, couldn’t be how they wanted
to be. As David shrank next to him, acknowledging the fact that his smile had
faded, he grasped at his hand and held it lightly for a few seconds before he
let it drop, hoping to get across that he wasn’t mad at him.
The group of them walked inside, finding their seats in the stands. In front of
them were Jamie Carragher, Daniel Agger, Martin Skrtel, Xabi Alonso, and Steven
Gerrard. Pepe hugged them all, ruffling their hair, rubbing on Martin’s bare
head, and giving short massages to the shoulders of Jamie and Daniel before he
sat down.
The match started without incident, with Daniel and Pepe screaming their heads
off at any and everything. Not long after, David Villa joined in their antics,
not being able to resist a reason to yell at the top of his lungs. They spent
most of the game on their feet, stomping and jumping around and having a good
time. David slipped his hand around David Silva’s waist a couple of times as
they jumped up and down. David Silva was busy clapping and cheering when David
Villa noticed his wrist covered in new black and blue bruises. David gasped at
how fresh it looked, how David had covered it with Sergio’s bracelets. David
reached out and clasped his fingers around David Silva’s wrist, making him gasp
in pain that turned into a small smile afterwards. David pressed his thumb
against it, watching David Silva’s face.
Little did they know, but Cesc witnessed them doing so and his face was with
picture of pure confusion. Pouting slightly, Cesc tugged on Gerard’s sleeve and
moved his head slightly in the direction of the Davids. His eyes asked Gerard
what he thought was going on. Sticking his tongue out, Gerard shrugged his
shoulders before he raised his hands up, shouting as Uruguay equalised ten
minutes into the second half.
Things took a tense turn when Luis Suarez got red carded for a blatant foul,
sending Daniel Agger into a fit of profanities towards his bunk mate. Everyone
knew they had been getting into fights daily, both had been told on numerous
occasions to calm it down or they both would be issued match bans. Apparently
Daniel thought it would be a good idea to shout about it during the match as
the ninety minutes ended with a 1-1 draw and they went into penalties. Uruguay
ended up winning and Pepe lost his voice from all the shouting he did.
Daniel couldn’t seem to stop seething about the handball but everyone dismissed
him and let his rage keep stewing. At first Jamie had been just as mad about it
but his anger had quickly dissipated and he wanted to play poker with everyone
back at IA. Daniel said he wasn’t in the mood to lose his money to Pepe and
David Villa so he said he would catch them later. Martin walked with him back
to his cabin, letting him rant on and on about how much he hated Luis Suarez.
Martin thought that if he just let him go on his tirade that he would get tired
and the anger would simmer. That was when Martin realized that Luis would
probably be at the cabin when they got there.
“Hey Dan, how about we stop by 3G and go see Stevie and Xabi?” Martin offered.
Dan shrugged his shoulders and kept on his route.
“Don’t feel like it, besides we were just with them. You could go though,
doesn’t matter to me.” He said as he picked up his pace. Martin sighed as he
continued to follow Daniel towards his cabin. Martin noticed that Daniel’s
hands were in fists as he walked. Daniel was looking for a fight.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Martin said under his breath.
“You can go chill with Khedira and Ozil then.” Daniel said, smirking. Martin
punched him in the arm.
“Bugger off, mate.” He jested. Martin was bunked with Sami Khedira, Mesut Ozil,
Sergio Busquets, Xavi, Marcelo, Pepe, and Philipp Lahm. Daniel’s laughter was
infectious, making Martin smile along with him. They approached the cabin in
silence. When they entered, just as Martin guessed, Luis was flinging his stuff
around the room. No one else was around, they were probably keeping away for as
long as possible. As soon as Luis saw Daniel walk in he shook his head and spat
on the floor.
“Get the fuck out, Agger.” He hissed. Daniel shook his head and smirked.
“It’s my fucking room too, fuckwit.” He growled. Luis threw the first punch.
Martin stood in the door way as Daniel blocked it and jabbed him in the gut,
knocking the wind out of him. Daniel took a defensive stance, waiting for Luis
to try again.
“You don’t want to start shit with me right now.” Luis said as he lunged at
him. Daniel laughed as his fist shot towards Luis’ face, barely missing.
“Today is the perfect day to start shit with you.” He spat out as he dodged a
blow from Luis. “Piece of shit.” He said as he cracked one across his face.
Luis immediately swung out an arm that smacked against Daniel’s upper body,
knocking the wind out of him. Martin didn’t know if he should break up the
fight or go find someone or help Daniel beat the shit out of Luis.
He didn’t have to make a decision because Alvaro and Yoann walked up and saw
blood on the floor and the two boys full out brawling. Somehow Daniel had
gotten Luis onto the floor and was about to wail on him when Alvaro came up
behind him and grabbed his arms. Yoann went for Luis, keeping him on the
ground. Martin snapped to it and helped Alvaro hold Daniel back.
“Calm the fuck down, Danny. For fuck’s sake!” Alvaro screamed as Daniel fought
to get him off of him. “Martin what the ever loving fuck?” Alvaro asked him.
Martin didn’t know what to say, really. He probably shouldn’t have let that
happen but it was too late. “Get him out of here.” Alvaro spat, pushing them
out of the cabin and slamming the door. Daniel pushed Martin off of him, his
chest heaving as he bent over to catch his breath. He was laughing as he spit
out blood from a cut in his mouth.
“That fucker can throw a punch.”
“You’re going to have a fucking bruise.” Martin said, touching Daniel’s face
harshly. Daniel smacked his hand away.
“Fuck off you wanker.” He said as he began to walk away.
“The fuck I am.” He said, following him. “Was that really bloody necessary?” He
asked. Daniel shrugged.
“We hate each other, we wanted to get some fucking aggression out.”
“This isn’t the fucking fight club, mate. You can’t just fight and not think
you aren’t going to get in trouble.” Martin growled. Daniel stopped walking and
turned around, facing his friend.
“None of them have said anything and we’ve been doing it all summer.” Daniel
said, spitting again. “I just need some fucking ice.” He said as he massaged
his jaw.
“Well I hope to god your face isn’t blue tomorrow.”
“That would be fucking sick.” Daniel said as they continued walking towards one
of the dining halls, on the look out for some ice.
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Cesc couldn’t help but stay by David Silva when they got back to the cabin,
much to David’s dismay. As Pepe, Jamie, and Iker were setting up the poker
table, Stevie and Xabi walked in ready to join the game as well.
“Quite a turn out for a middle of the day game, lads.” Steven said as he looked
outside. “How about we play outside?” He suggested. Pepe made an approving face
and motioned Iker and Jamie to help him get the table outside. Everyone else
helped with chairs that had somehow made their home their cabin but had
originally lived in one of the meeting rooms. No one had asked why so many fold
up chairs were in the cabin, so they didn’t bring them back. Cesc made sure
that he was sitting next to David Silva. Sitting next to Cesc was Gerard, then
Pepe, Iker, David Beckham, Stevie, Xabi, Jamie, then David Villa who was next
to David Silva.
David Villa did not appreciate how close Cesc had become to David Silva. Cesc
kept side-eyeing him and he tried to ignore it as much as possible. If
anything, he should be side-eyeing Cesc for being so clingy to his boyfriend.
His boyfriend. David had to shake the idea out of his head. David Silva was not
his boyfriend, was not his anything, really. No matter how much David Silva
wanted to be, no matter how he was marked as David’s... those marks were
temporary and would fade when he was no longer with him at camp. Once they left
the bruises would stop, the hickeys would be no more and they wouldn’t be
together. The thought of that separation made David Villa ache and he lost his
concentration in the game, folding his hand. David Silva’s foot slid against
his, wanting contact. David Villa granted it to him, linking his foot around
David Silva’s, slipping his hand up and down his thigh underneath the table.
David Silva had become accustomed to not reacting to things as they were
happening to him. As David Villa’s hand traveled high and higher up his thigh
he placed a bet, raising it from Jamie’s call. David Villa liked to test him,
to see how much he could handle without making a noise, without reacting. He
saw a smile smile on David’s face as he remained normal. David Villa stroked
David’s cock over the fabric of his shorts underneath the table, wanting to see
if David would respond. He didn’t. It turned David on even more than he already
was.
Cesc knew something fishy was happening between the two David’s, he just wasn’t
sure what. He looked around the table, not sure who to ask about it in private.
His eyes landed on Iker. He was his captain, his friend. Maybe he should talk
to him about it.
Later that night Cesc did just that, after they finished the game and Silva was
in the shower. When he told Iker about the bruises and the bracelets and David
Villa giving him the death glare Iker laughed.
“Cesc, Villa and Silva are inseparable. How can you not see that.” He said,
ruffling his hair. Cesc ducked out of Iker’s reach.
“What do you mean? I am worried. It is like Villa doesn’t want anyone near
Silva or something.” Iker rolled his eyes.
“That’s because he doesn’t. Silva has always had bruises around his wrists.
That is why he always has athletic tape around them.” Iker was trying to see if
Cesc would figure it out on his own but he could see that it wasn’t really
clicking. “Cesc, they are fucking.” Iker said, stating it rather blunty. Cesc’s
eyes widened.
“What?! No way!” Cesc looked at Silva’s empty bed, thinking. “I didn’t...”
“So if Silva is hurt and they were acting weird and all over each other I am
sure Silva wanted it to be like that.” Cesc nodded his head, understanding.
“So he likes to be tied up.” He said, his tongue sticking out as he thought
about it. Iker smiled at him.
“Don’t we all.”
Chapter 8: Winterbreak
Fernando was becoming indignant. He wanted to be done with dinner, to be done
with visiting with his family. They had already been in Madrid for two days and
he hadn’t been able to get away to see Sergio. He looked at the clock for what
seemed like the billionth time since the meal had started. His feet were
bouncing as his siblings were allowed to leave the table, he wanted out, to go
see Sergio. His heart sank when his father called him to the dishwasher.
Grumbling, he began clearing the table. He hastily washed the dishes, keen to
finish as soon as possible. He looked at the clock on the wall again then
grunted. He was never going to get away.
Sergio was pacing around his room, Fernando said he would call when he was able
to come over. He said that he would be able to see him tonight. He looked at
his phone, which had been silent all day. Sergio frowned and stared at it
harder, willing it to ring. He rolled his eyes at it. The mere fact that
Fernando was in the same city as he was and they couldn’t see each other was
eating him alive. He yearned to see him, to touch him. Sergio pulled his hair
back into a pony tail and walked into his closet to change clothes as he waited
for the call.
By the time Fernando was done with the dishes, he was at his wits’ end. His
temper was getting the best of him and his parents didn’t seem to care when he
told them he wanted to go see a friend. Instead of saying he could go, they
told him that he was being rude to their family and that he should be spending
time with them, not moping about the house like someone had died. Exasperated,
Fernando stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to the bedroom he and his
siblings were sharing while they were in town. He flopped down onto the bed and
took is phone out and dialed Sergio’s number. Sergio picked up immediately.
“Are you coming?” Sergio sounded just as desperate as he felt. Fernando smiled
into his pillow.
“They won’t let me leave. They said it would be rude.” Fernando curled against
another pillow, making himself comfortable. Sergio frowned as he sat on his bed
and began picking at his quilt absentmindedly.
“I could come there?” He shuffled his feet around on the carpet, hoping
Fernando would say yes. This was torture. Fernando bit his lip and closed his
eyes.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea. There are so many people here.”
Fernando screamed into his pillow then bit it before turning his head back to
the receiver. “I am going insane, here.” Sergio laughed. Fernando would be in
town for an entire week, surely there would be plenty of family time and time
to see him; at least he hoped so. There was a knock on Fernando’s door, then
his mother walked in. He didn’t sit up, instead he just looked at her from his
fetal position on the bed with his phone to his ear.
“Fernando Jose Torres Sanz, your attitude needs to change pretty quickly.” She
said sternly. Fernando made a face, pouting. “Don’t look at me like that, you
are being unbelievably selfish.”
“Am not. All I want is to go out for a couple of hours. This place is a
prison.” He spat, once again burying his head in the pillow dramatically. His
mother put her hands on her hips.
“You know what? I am not dealing with this right now. If you think that you can
talk like that and get away with it, you can forget it. You’re in for the
night.” Fernando sat up, looking affronted.
“You’ve got to be joking! Mom, I did everything you asked today! I did the
dishes, I played with my cousins, I sat there and listened to all the adults
talk about the most boring things on the planet. What more do you want from
me?”
“I want you to wipe that frown from your face and enjoy the time you are able
to spend with your family that you hardly ever see.”
“Who I hardly ever see is Sergio and that is who I am trying to go hang out
with! I’ve just spent the entire day here. Just please let me go!” Fernando was
yelling. He knew he shouldn’t be, but he was. Sergio was still on the phone, he
heard all of it. He was so frustrated he could scream. He just wanted to see
him, wanted to be near him. He didn’t care if all they did was sat and stared
at each other. His mother sighed.
“If you promise me that tomorrow you won’t act like it was killing you to spend
time with your family, you can go out tonight.” Fernando beamed.
“Yes! Oh god, yes. I promise.” His mother rolled her eyes as she walked out of
the room and back downstairs. “Sergio! I am coming over.” Sergio grinned. He
didn’t like that he had to give up his entire day tomorrow just for a few hours
that night but he would take what he could get.
“Hurry!” Sergio said as he laughed, getting off his bed and looking at himself
in the mirror. Fernando hung up and ran down the stairs, grabbing his coat and
kissing his family members goodbye as quickly as possible before taking the
keys to the car and making his way out the door.
Before he knew it he was at Sergio’s. As he got out of the car the front door
opened and Sergio ran out, tackling him and bringing him to the ground. Sergio
buried his face in Fernando’s jacket. He couldn’t believe he had his arms
around him, that he was actually underneath him. Fernando wrapped his arms and
legs around Sergio, twisting his body until he was now sitting on top of
Sergio, straddling him. Forgetting that they were in Sergio’s front yard, they
kissed. Sergio ran his fingers through Fernando’s hair, deepening it. When they
broke apart they were both panting. Sergio dropped his hands from Fernando’s
hair and placed them on his thighs, rubbing them. Sergio’s mother stepped to
the door.
“Sergio, the door is wide open, you’re letting the cold-” She stopped when she
saw that Fernando was sitting on her son. “Oh, this must be your friend from
England!” Fernando scrambled off of Sergio and stood up, blushing. Sergio got
up and put his arm over Fernando’s shoulder.
“Mom, this is Fernando. Fernando, this is my mom.” They shook hands.
“Why don’t you two come inside so we can shut the door and not let the heat
out?” Fernando and Sergio nodded, following her inside. “Do you two want
something to eat?” She asked until she realized that they had already run up
the stairs.
Closing his door behind them, Sergio turned and looked at Fernando. He looked
the same, different hair, but the same. They both walked towards each other and
embraced, holding still for a moment, reveling in the fact that they were
together. Sergio kissed Fernando’s neck, then his cheek, his nose, his lips.
Fernando met the kiss with such ferocity that Sergio moaned. Being away from
each other had been hard, even thinking about it made Fernando’s heart ache. He
wished he could stay with Sergio forever, he didn’t want to go back to stay
with his family. Fernando could feel Sergio’s erection growing between them as
they continued kissing, he suddenly felt overwhelmed. He wanted to be with him,
to spend time with him, not just fuck like bunnies. He broke the kiss and
rested his head on Sergio’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him.
Sergio ran his fingers through Fernando’s hair and kissed his forehead, but
furrowed his brow. He wasn’t sure why Fernando seemed solemn, they were
together. They should be making use of their small amount of time together,
they shouldn’t be wearing clothes. Sergio needed him, craved him. He had waited
months to be fucked, the longest he had ever gone.
“Nando-”
“Can we just... I just want to be near you tonight.” Sergio’s bottom lip stuck
out, pouting. Fernando smiled and bit it playfully. It didn’t help matters.
Sergio caved, nodding.
Fernando jumped into Sergio’s bed with his back against the wall. Sergio
crawled in after him. He took his shirt off then began unzipping his pants.
Fernando followed suit, which brought a smile to Sergio’s face. Their legs
intertwined as they wrapped their arms around each other and continued making
out, slowly beginning to deepen the kiss. It felt good, to be able to hold each
other and not just stare at a computer screen as they jacked off.
Sergio’s mind was buzzing, he wanted his hands all over Fernando, he wanted to
taste him, to feel him. He was becoming overwhelmed with the fact that Fernando
didn’t seem to mind that they weren’t getting ready to fuck. Sergio couldn’t
wrap his mind around it.
Fernando was in heaven. He could tell that Sergio was on edge, that he wanted
to be touched, that he wanted to have sex. He felt like on Skype and on the
phone that was all they ever did. He wanted to spend time with him, to talk to
him. He didn’t know how to bring it up without being blunt. After awhile they
stopped kissing and Fernando drifted off to sleep in Sergio’s arms. He felt so
warm and relaxed there, he didn’t want to move.
After Sergio knew that Fernando was asleep, he untangled himself from his limbs
and got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He splashed water on
his face to calm down, he needed to get a grip over himself. He wanted him so
badly and it was torture just laying in the same bed but not naked, not
fucking. The only thing that his mind went to was that Fernando didn’t want
him, didn’t want to fuck him. Didn’t want to be fucked by him. He splashed more
water on his face then covered his face in his hands.
When he reentered his room he walked slowly over to the bed, getting on it
carefully so he wouldn’t wake Fernando up. He trailed his fingers down
Fernando’s chest and arms, memorizing the dips and curves of his body. Fernando
didn’t stir. His hand made its way down to Fernando’s boxers, rubbing gently
against the fabric. His mouth watered. Fernando was so close to him right now,
he wanted so badly to taste him. Sergio scooted his body down and slipped his
hand through the slit in Fernando’s boxers, freeing him. Sergio licked up the
shaft then back down again before taking Fernando into his mouth. He worked him
slowly as Fernando started to become hard. Fernando stirred, the sensation
waking him up. Groggily he looked down and moaned as Sergio flicked his tongue
over the head of his cock. Fernando shifted so that he was laying in the middle
of the bed, Sergio moved so that he was laying on his stomach between
Fernando’s legs.
Fernando swept his fingers through Sergio’s hair and tugged. He suddenly
couldn’t remember his reasoning for thinking that not having sex was a good
plan. He had missed Sergio, missed everything about him and this, what was
happening, was nothing like cybersex. This was nothing like what they had been
doing for the past five months. Fernando’s toes curled as Sergio jerked him off
while sucking on him, twisting his wrist while sucking on his head.
Sergio was elated that Fernando hadn’t stopped him once he woke up. He relished
the noises Fernando was making, became hard at how he was squirming and unable
to keep still as he blew him. Keeping his hands to himself for five months had
been unbearable. Sure he still played with everyone, gave them copious amounts
of hugs and pecks on the cheek, smacked asses and wrestled... But this is what
he craved, what he lusted after. Sergio withdrew his mouth from Fernando’s cock
and began slipping Fernando’s boxers off of him. Fernando brought Sergio in for
a kiss as he sat up and grabbed the back of his neck.
Fernando straddled Sergio’s lap, sitting on him and wrapping his legs around
him as they continued kissing. Sergio took Fernando in his hand and jerked him
off, sending shivers up his spine. Fernando thrust up into Sergio’s hand as he
did so. Fernando’s hands roamed over Sergio’s body before they made their way
to his erection. Fernando cupped him through his boxers then broke the kiss to
watch as he released him by pulling the elastic of his boxers down. Fernando’s
mouth opened, a sudden need engulfed him. He swatted Sergio’s hand away from
his cock and grabbed onto both of them and began stroking them simultaneously.
Sergio threw his head back and moaned as their dicks rubbed together, as
Fernando moved along with the strokes of his hands, his body grinding against
Sergio’s legs. They came all over each other, their heads resting on the
other’s shoulder as the panted. After a few moments Sergio reached to his
nightstand and grabbed a few tissues to clean up, when he was through Fernando
tightened his legs around Sergio and nuzzled his neck, he didn’t want to leave.
Sergio leaned back onto the bed, bringing Fernando with him. Once again with
their limbs tangled, they lazily made out until they fell back asleep.
When Fernando woke up, it was morning. Sergio still had his arms wrapped around
him and they were sharing the same pillow. He smiled until he realized what he
had done, he had spent the night without asking permission, he was supposed to
spend the entire day with his family.
“Shit.” He spat as he tried to get up, tried to untangle himself from Sergio.
Sergio stirred, rubbing his eyes.
“What’s going on?”
“I need to fucking go, I am in deep shit.” Fernando scrambled off the bed and
hastily got dressed. Sergio stretched like a cat, his entire body arched.
Fernando licked his lips as he watched him. He wanted to stay, wanted to fuck
him. He shook his head, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be able to see him
again while he was in town if he fucked up now. Sergio pouted as he got up and
grabbed his boxers, slipping them on. He walked over to Fernando and cupped his
face with his hands and kissed him chastely.
“Don’t go.” Fernando bit his lip, his self control quickly crumbling at
Sergio’s request.
“I can’t stay. I promised, I need to be with my family today. Maybe tomorrow we
can do something, go to a movie-”
“A movie?” Sergio made a face, he didn’t want to go see a movie. He wanted to
be fucked by his boyfriend. Fernando knew what the look on Sergio’s face meant.
He decided to ignore it. He didn’t want every moment they spent together to
just be them fucking or touching, he wanted to go out and do things with him,
walk around Madrid.
“Yeah, or go window shopping, go out to eat.” Fernando shrugged as he put his
coat on. Sergio pulled his hair back into a pony tail and sighed inaudibly, his
muscles rippled as his chest rose then fell. Fernando looked at his hands
instead of at Sergio because he just wanted to touch him. He was torturing
himself with this.
“Whatever you want, Nando.” He said as he grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt.
Fernando sighed and looked at his phone. He had three missed calls and two
voicemails. He was so grounded.
“Sergio, I really want to spend time with you. I have to go. My parents are
going to kill me. If I can leave the house again, you know I will spend that
time with you, right?” Fernando was gripping his phone tight. It wasn’t just
about sex. He loved Sergio, he wanted to get through to him that their
relationship wasn’t just about sex. Sergio turned around and smiled at him.
Fernando knew Sergio was masking his emotions, like he always did. Never
showing people how hurt he really was. Sergio pecked Fernando on the cheek .
“I know. I hope you aren’t in trouble. I will walk you out.” Fernando grabbed
Sergio’s arm, twisting him around before he opened the door to lead him down
the stairs. Sergio looked at him, his eyes bright and his smile wide.
“Sergio, don’t be disappointed.” Sergio’s brow furrowed, he dropped the smile.
“In what?”
“I know you are angry we didn’t have sex.” Sergio shook his head.
“Angry isn’t the right word. I just... “ He ran his hands over his face and
took a breath. “We haven’t had sex in five months.” Fernando nodded.
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less.” Fernando whispered.
They kissed once more, lingering for a moment before it ended. Sergio walked
him to his car, he didn’t go back inside until Fernando turned the corner,
until he was out of view.
Sergio went back to his room and shut the door, stripped back down to his
boxers and got into bed. His mind was reeling. Fernando didn’t want to be alone
with him. In his mind all he heard was Fernando saying that he would rather be
in public, go out and do things, instead of being alone together. He curled in
a ball. Insecurity rising, covered his eyes with his hand. The past five months
had been torture. It didn’t matter how many Skype sessions, how many times he
jacked off... it wasn’t what he wanted. Now, even with Fernando being here, he
wasn’t satiated. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
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Fernando had been grounded for two days. He was so wound up by the time he got
to see Sergio again that all he did for the first hour they walked around
Madrid was rant about his family. Sergio took it in stride, knowing that
Fernando needed to get it off his chest. Sergio resisted the urge to cover
Fernando’s lips with his, to wrap his arms around him and to stick his hand in
Fernando’s back pocket.
They had lunch at Sergio’s favorite cafe, walked around even though it was
freezing, and saw a movie. Sergio was going insane. Every time that Fernando
took a bite at lunch Sergio’s cock twitched. He ached to be swallowed by him.
While they walked around the shops, Fernando would smile at him and Sergio’s
heart would leap into his throat. During the movie they sat in the back,
holding hands. Fernando rested his head on Sergio’s shoulder, Sergio kissed his
forehead. He yearned for more contact.
While Fernando had been grounded, his parents had taken his phone away. Sergio
had panicked at first, when he texted Fernando and there was no answer. In his
mind, it was the year before all over again. Fernando wouldn’t call, wouldn’t
text... Fernando didn’t want him.
Fernando had been irate when his parents took his phone from him. He wanted to
send Sergio a text, telling him that his phone was taken away but they denied
him that. He knew the silence would kill Sergio, knew that he would think that
Fernando didn’t want to talk to him. Sergio had tunnel vision, once he thought
something his mind automatically went for the worst case scenario. It was
something that Sergio hid well from almost everyone. Everyone always assumed he
was an optimist, was always happy. It was quite the opposite.
Instead of doing as he promised and spending time with his family, Fernando
stormed upstairs and slammed the door to the room that he had stayed in the
previous summer. His parents left him alone for the most part, not wanting to
deal with him. When he emerged from his room they didn’t speak about his
outbursts or the fact that he was grounded. He kept his mouth shut about
everything, when the two days were up they handed him his phone without a word.
When he turned it on he had four text messages: ‘are you home yet?’, ‘call me
when you get a chance.’, ‘how long are you in trouble for?’, and finally ‘don’t
do this.’
Fernando’s lip trembled, he immediately dialed Sergio’s number. Sergio picked
up after the first ring.
“Hi.” His voice sounded dejected. Fernando bit his lip.
“Sergio, my parents took my phone when I got home. They just gave it back to
me. I want to see you.” He said it as quickly as possibly, not wanting Sergio
think that he didn’t want him for a moment longer. There was silence on the
other end as it sunk in.
“I’m coming to get you.” They both hung up. Fernando ran back up the stairs to
change clothes.
When the movie was over they both sat in Sergio’s car in silence. Sergio messed
with his iPod, taking his time finding what he wanted to listen to. Fernando
cleared his throat, bringing attention to himself. Sergio looked at him.
“We need to talk.” Fernando said, just above a whisper. Sergio looked solemn,
not ready.
“Alright.”
“I really want to fuck you right now.” That wasn’t what Sergio was expecting.
He grinned and leaned over, wanting to kiss Fernando. Fernando put his hand up,
stopping him. His smiled was wiped away. “But I think... As much as I want you,
I think we need to realize that sex isn’t everything.” Sergio’s brow furrowed.
“What does that even mean? Nando, we have basically no time together and all we
have done is go eat and hold hands like girls in the movie theatre.” Fernando
laughed at Sergio’s plea. “Don’t laugh.” Sergio started laughing, unable to
hold it in. “We’ve been acting like total girls and you know it.” Fernando
nodded, agreeing.
“It sounds stupid to say it out loud, but it is true. Our relationship is
basically... only sex. I want to see you, I want to hang out and... be with
you.” Fernando laughed again at how girly he sounded. Sergio reached his hand
over and rubbed his thumb across Fernando’s cheek. Fernando closed his eyes and
leaned into the touch.
“I get it, you aren’t as sex crazed as I am.” Fernando opened his eyes at that
comment.
“I never said I wasn’t addicted to sex.” Sergio raised an eyebrow. Fernando
still didn’t know about what happened before last summer. Sergio didn’t want
him to know. “I just think that, if we want to last, we have to be able to do
things that aren’t related to being completely naked.”
“So we can do things half-naked?” They both laughed. Sergio’s thumb made its
way to Fernando’s lips. Without hesitating, Fernando lapped at it with his
tongue as it entered his mouth. Sergio gnawed on his bottom lip as he watched
his finger being serviced by Fernando’s mouth. his cock immediately sprang to
life in his pants. Fernando hummed around Sergio’s thumb as he saw the effect
he was having on him. Sergio pulled his thumb from Fernando’s mouth and
captured his lips in a long, deep kiss that left them breathless. “Please god
tell me you got the talking and walking around out of your system for now?”
Fernando’s eyes sparkled as he nodded.
“I think so. I’m over it.” Sergio turned his car on, they needed to get
somewhere more private for what he wanted to do.
Chapter 9: Criska and Fight
It was a rare moment, Cristiano and Kaka being in the cabin alone together.
Cristiano was in the shower and Kaka was laying on his bed thinking about how
distant Cristiano had been, how he wished there was something he could do to
let him know how much he cared for him. He wanted to shake him, pound his fists
against his chest... anything to get his attention. Kaka covered his face with
his hands and just laid on the bed, concentrating on his breathing and focusing
his thoughts, praying for strength.
Cristiano walked into the room with a towel around his waist. His eyes wandered
knowingly over to Kaka. He immediately regretted it. Kaka’s shirt was riding up
and his happy trail was showing. Cristiano bit his lip and looked away,
coveting what he couldn’t have. It was all too much, being captain and having
Kaka so close and yet so far at the same time. He was going insane. He walked
to his cubby space and got out clothes, dropping his towel to the floor and
turning his back towards Kaka as he changed.
The noise brought Kaka from his trance, his hands dropped and he turned his
head to the sound of the towel dropping. There was a sharp intake of breath as
he saw Cristiano’s naked form, his body responding to what it saw. He bit his
lip as he watched Cristiano slip on a pair of boxer briefs and then shorts.
Gulping, he sat up then walked over to Cristiano, wrapping his arms around him.
Cristiano closed his eyes and breathed out as he felt Kaka’s arms around him.
His lips pursed together, finding it hard to not react to the touch.
“Why are you doing this, Cris?” Kaka asked, his lips pressed against
Cristiano’s back as he talked. Cristiano’s resolve diminished with a long sigh
as he turned around, rubbing the back of his neck. Kaka’s arms dropped to his
side as he stared at him, his eyes pleading.
“I’m not doing anything.” He said, resigned. Kaka looked hurt, even betrayed.
Cristiano knew he was hurting him but Kaka didn’t realize what he was putting
Cristiano through.
“You lie.” There was spite laced in Kaka’s words that rocked Cristiano to the
bone. Cristiano licked his lips and ran his fingers through his wet hair,
lifting his eyes towards the ceiling, not wanting to looked Kaka in the eyes.
“You don’t like me anymore, right?” His voice was small, light, heart broken.
Cristiano’s gaze shot back to Kaka’s, his head shaking. He couldn’t help it but
he laughed. Kaka’s brow furrowed, obviously not thinking it was funny.
“No, you’ve got it wrong. I like you a lot. Too much.” He said as he hands
cupped Kaka’s face. Kaka wore the look of pure confusion across his face at
Cristiano’s words.
“Then why-” Cristiano’s lips covered Kaka’s in a gentle kiss, silencing him.
They slowly deepened it, their tongues dancing into their mouths as the kiss
became more desperate and hurried. When they broke the kiss they were both out
of breath, their chests heaving. Somehow Kaka’s hands found themselves
clenching around Cristiano’s shorts, pulling them towards him. Cristiano’s hand
traveled down Kaka’s body and grazed across his crotch for only a moment. Kaka
released his grip on Cristiano’s shorts and stepped back.
“That’s why.” Cristiano said, barely above a whisper as he turned back around
and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head. Kaka stood there silently,
watching Cristiano finish getting dressed. He reached his hand out and fisted
his shirt, pulling him towards him. Cristiano turned back around, his eyes
immediately finding Kaka’s.
“Don’t be like that.” Kaka said, his lips turned downwards in a frown.
Cristiano shook his head.
“You don’t know how hard this has been. I’ve been patient-” Cristiano started
but Kaka’s lips ended the sentence by finding Cristiano’s. Tentatively, Kaka’s
hands trailed down to Cristiano’s crotch, rubbing against him through the
fabric. Cristiano let out a low moan as he broke the kiss. “Don’t do that.”
Cristiano said, swatting Kaka’s hand away.
“Don’t you want me to?” Kaka asked, hurt at Cristiano’s action.
“Yes, but not if you don’t want to. That isn’t what I want.” Kaka looked
distraught, looked like he wasn’t sure what to do and that he was tearing into
two.
“Cris, I don’t know what to do.” He whispered. Cristiano wrapped his arms
around him, kissing his forehead.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, you know. Being in the same cabin is hard
when I can’t touch you.” He said, his face buried against Kaka’s hair. Kaka
clung to Cristiano, his cheek resting against Cristiano’s bare shoulder. Kaka’s
mouth ghosted across Cristiano’s shoulder then up his neck, finding his mouth.
Kaka wrapped his fingers around Cristiano’s wrist, bringing his hand down to
his crotch and placing it there. Cristiano cupped Kaka’s erection in his hand
and deftly stroked up his length through the fabric. Kaka moaned into
Cristiano’s mouth, deepening the kiss and not pushing away, not moving
Cristiano’s hand from his hard cock. Cristiano pulled the elastic of Kaka’s
shorts back and slipped his hand underneath the fabric, grasping Kaka in his
hand for the first time. Kaka broke the kiss, his head landing against
Cristiano’s shoulder as he took shallow breaths, biting his lip as Cristiano
began stroking him, caressing him and touching him in a way no one had ever
done before, in a way he had only done a handful of times himself when the want
had been too much for him to handle.
The feeling was completely blinding, exquisite and something that Kaka didn’t
want to stop. The feel of Cristiano’s hand on him was bliss and he suddenly
didn’t know why he had been so against this before, how his family had taught
him that this was wrong. Why should he feel guilty about how this felt? About
how rapturous Cristiano’s touch was. Without realizing what was happening, Kaka
came into Cristiano’s hand as he gasped loudly. Cristiano was grinning.
A breakthrough had been made, and he couldn’t be happier. Cristiano went into
the bathroom to grab a tissue to clean his hand off. As he turned his back on
Kaka to do so his clean hand cupped his erection and massage it, forcing to
keep himself under control. He didn’t expect anything from Kaka. The mere fact
that he just got to touch him was enough for now.
Kaka watched Cristiano walk away and he wanted to follow him, wanted to be
close to him. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. His mind was a
blur and his nerves were on end. When he saw Cristiano turn, when he saw his
hands on himself, when he saw the look of pain on Cristinao’s face Kaka looked
away, blushing. He wanted Cristiano to feel just as amazing as he just had
felt. He wanted him to feel that sense of relief after he came into Cristiano’s
hand.
Cristiano walked back into the room and over to Kaka, kissing him. Kaka’s hands
once again found Cristiano’s shirt, clenching his fists around it and tugging
it closer to him. Cristiano couldn’t help but moan into Kaka’s mouth, thrusting
his hips forward just a little bit, not wanting to push him too far. Kaka’s
hands traveled down to the elastic band of Cristiano’s shorts, trailing around
his waist then back again before he cupped his cock through the fabric
tentatively. Cristiano’s hips rolled once more, forcing Kaka to add pressure to
his erection. Cristiano half expected Kaka to pull his hand away but instead
his fingers grabbed him and stroked once above the fabric, then they slipped
under and held him. Cristiano gasped, breaking the kiss at the contact, at the
feel of Kaka’s fingers wrapped around him. Kaka wasn’t moving yet, it was as if
he had froze where he was.
“Please move your hand.” Cristiano said, his voice hoarse. Kaka bit his lip and
looked him in the eye, finally moving his wrist and stroking Cristiano’s
erection. Cristiano tilted his head back and opened his mouth, moaning with
pleasure as Kaka easily flicked his wrist and applied pressure as he stroked
him. “Yes, like that.” He said, kissing Kaka’s ear then his neck, lapping at it
and marking it as Kaka brought him closer to his climax.
“Am I doing it right?” Kaka asked, totally unsure of himself. It wasn’t like he
even did this to himself often, really. It wasn’t like he had lasted this long.
He knew that he came fast, everything was so new and everything he was feeling
was just so incredibly vibrant. He wanted to make sure what he was doing was
the correct way, the way Cristiano wanted it. Cristiano nodded against his
neck, approving of his strokes by moaning against his skin as Kaka’s thumb
pressed against the head of his cock.
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop now I am going to come.” Cristiano said, moving his lips
to Kaka’s mouth, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth as Kaka’s hand
picked up speed. Cristiano groaned as he came into Kaka’s hand, making a mess.
Kaka’s chest was heaving, his breathing was shallow and his pupils were blown.
He needed to sit, he needed a drink of water. He was flustered. Cristiano
brought him a wet wash cloth and wiped his hand off then threw the cloth into
his dirty clothes hamper. He kissed him again and again, grateful at everything
they had just done.
“I am so sorry.” Kaka said, laying his head against Cristiano’s shoulder.
“What for? Do you regret it?” Cristiano’s heart sank. Kaka shook his head.
“No. I am sorry I made you wait that long.”
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After everything that had just happened, Kaka’s adrenaline was was pumping. He
decided that he needed to clear his head and that going for a run would be a
good way to let off some steam. Cristiano wasn’t alone for long, everyone was
coming back from the Italy versus Sweden game. Pepe, Fernando, and David Villa
came in chatting and joking around. Cristiano asked them who won, Pepe
responded with “Not Zlatan” which made Cristiano laugh without meaning to. He
knew that as soon as Zlatan got back things would become tense, but he couldn’t
help but stay in a good mood. He was still on a high from what he and Kaka had
just done.
As if on cue, Zlatan came storming in, chucking his stuff down in front of his
bed. Everyone was looking everywhere but at him. Pepe cleared his throat and
pat him on the back.
“Sorry about the loss, man.” He said trying to ease the obvious electrical
charge that hung in the air. Zlatan sniffed haughtily.
“Thanks, Pepe.” Zlatan looked over at Cristiano and sneered. “What’s up with
you? You’re in an awfully good mood, Ronaldo. Get fucked or something?”
Cristiano didn’t rise to the bait. He just shook his head.
“Don’t take your loss out on me, I wasn’t even there.” He spat. Zlatan’s
eyebrows rose.
“And? I am just saying, you Real boys are all queers. I bet you were just
fucking someone. You have that glow about you.” He jeered. Cristiano took a
deep breath, glad that Kaka wasn’t here.
“What do you mean by all the Real boys? I mean besides Raul and Guti.”
Cristiano added. Zlatan smirked.
“And Sergio. Everyone knows he gets around. Especially the three of them
together.” He said, as if stating the obvious. Fernando was sitting on his bed
looking at his hands, refusing to look at Pepe who he knew was gauging his
reaction to Zlatan’s words.
“Sergio likes to have fun, who doesn’t?” Cristiano asked. “What do you care
what Sergio gets up to anyways?” Zlatan shrugged.
“Ever seen his lips? They were practically made for sucking cock.” Fernando
concentrated on controlling his breathing. He felt Pepe’s hand on his shoulder,
squeezing it. He refused to react to it. “I bet you’ve had his mouth around
your-”
“I haven’t so you can shut the fuck up.” Cristiano said, pushing Zlatan back a
step. Messi walked in, totally oblvious. Everyone but Fernando looked at him as
he came to a stop at the doorway, automatically feeling the storm of emotions
that was in the cabin.
“What’s up... guys?” He asked, afraid of the outcome.
“Talking about how much of a slut Sergio is.” Zlatan said as if he was talking
about the weather. “And if Cristiano has tapped that.” Messi made a face.
“Odd topic of discussion if you ask me... “ He trailed off as he walked over to
his cubby to get out a book. Fernando could feel his face getting redder and
redder by the moment. He wanted to punch Zlatan, he wanted to know why he was
talking about Sergio like that, he wanted to know if Cristiano had indeed,
fucked Sergio. He didn’t know what he was thinking or why but all he knew is
that he had tunnel vision and all he could envision was Sergio’s mouth on other
people, Sergio being fucked by all those randoms at clubs. Sergio could have
easily fucked everyone at Real and not just random people he met. Surely Raul
and Guti weren’t the only ones? His breathing had become ragged and his fists
were clenched so tight his nails were digging into the palms of his hands. Pepe
pat his back, hard, breaking him out of his trance. Fernando’s eyes found
Pepe’s whose were warm and concerned. Pepe’s eyes darted towards the door,
suggesting that Fernando leave. Fernando gave a curt nod and made for the door,
not looking back as he left the cabin and broke into a run towards cabin 1A.
He calmed himself down as he ran down the trail, sprinting and rushing by
everyone who was leisurely walking from one place to another. He didn’t know
why he was running to Sergio when he was upset. He needed to feel Sergio
beneath him, needed reassurance that his boyfriend was still his, that he
hadn’t been with others at Real, other people at this camp. He knew about the
clubs, knew about Raul and Guti. It was things he didn’t know which urged him
to hurry.
He slowed down to a jog when he saw the cabin come into view. His blood was
pumping and he needed to take aggression out on something. He wasn’t sure he
wanted to use Sergio like that, take out his feelings of insecurity out on him.
He jogged around Section A at least five times before he walked up to cabin 1.
Jamie Carragher was the only one inside. Fernando’s heart sank.
“Hey Carra.” Fernando said, acknowledging his friend’s presence in the cabin.
Jamie nodded at him.
“Hey, Nando. The lads just left. Sergio is in the shower though, don’t know who
you are looking for though.” He said as he walked towards the door. “I was
heading over to Stevie and Xabi’s, you want to join?” Jamie asked as an
afterthought. Fernando shook his head.
“No, I was looking for Sergio. I will wait for him.” He said, sitting on one of
the bottom bunks. Jamie waved goodbye and walked out. Fernando shot up from the
bed and walked into the bathroom. Sure enough, Sergio was in the shower,
singing. Fernando smiled to himself before remembering that he needed to talk
to Sergio. The water shut off and Sergio emerged from the shower with a towel
wrapped around him. He jumped when he saw Fernando.
Water was dripping off of him and his muscles rippled as he clutched at the
towel, laughing at the unexpected presence of his boyfriend. He walked up to
Fernando and kissed him, running his hands through Fernando’s hair.
“I was just going to get dressed and come find you.” He said smiling.
Fernando’s fingers outlined Sergio’s abs mindlessly as he looked him in the
eyes. Sergio’s smile faded slightly. “What’s wrong, Fer?” He asked him.
Fernando shook his head, wiping all of the things that Zlatan had said out of
his mind as he sighed.
“It’s nothing. I just...” His fingers traveled down to Sergio’s towel and
gripped it, pulling it away from Sergio’s body. “Thought that-” He didn’t need
to say more. Sergio kissed him again, dropping his towel. He cupped Fernando’s
crotch in his hand, massaging him through his shorts. Fernando moaned into
Sergio mouth, wrapping his arms around Sergio’s torso. The only thing that
entered Fernando’s mind were flashes of Sergio bent over someone else, Sergio’s
mouth on someone he didn’t even know. Fernando broke the kiss and grimaced,
biting his lip and looking away. Sergio’s hand snapped playfully at the elastic
of Fernando’s shorts, making Fernando’s eyes lock with his.
Sergio wasn’t sure what battle was raging in Fernando’s mind but he wanted him
to snap out of it. Fernando’s pupils were blown and the look he gave him was
feral, dangerous. Sergio captured Fernando’s lips with his, kissing him with
the ferocity that he saw in Fernando’s eyes. Fernando reacted the way Sergio
thought he would, a sharp intake of breath and his fingers raked down Sergio’s
back possessively. Something was bothering him and he knew that Fernando needed
to fuck him. Sergio broke the kiss, backing up for a moment.
“Lube.” He said, his voice calm and smooth. Fernando nodded, running his
fingers through his hair as Sergio walked into the cabin and grabbed what he
was looking for. Fernando closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted
everything to be alright, everything to just work itself out without asking
Sergio anything at all. That wasn’t how the real world worked. Sergio walked
back into the bathroom holding a condom and lube, handing both to Fernando as
he kissed his cheek tenderly. Fernando sighed, moving his head and meeting his
lips with Sergio’s. Sergio slipped Fernando’s shorts off of him, along with his
boxers. Fernando turned Sergio around and slammed his chest against the tiled
wall, spreading his legs with his knee.
Sergio’s palms rested against the wall slightly above his head, his cheek was
pressed against the cool tiles as he shut his eyes. Fernando put the condom on,
slicking it up with lube. He slid two fingers inside of Sergio, not surprised
that he was still stretched from a previous fuck the day before. In his mind he
had to remind himself that he was the one that had stretched him, him. Not
someone else. His lip quivered as he sniffed back his emotions that were
welling up to the front of his mind as he scissored him and fucked him with his
fingers. His cock was throbbing as he watched Sergio’s face, screwed up in the
sort of painful pleasure he liked. Fernando added another finger, fucking him
fast, bending his fingers so that he hit his prostate repeatedly in fast
succession. Sergio’s hands formed fists and he pounded against the wall as he
screamed out.
Fernando’s fingers exited Sergio, and aligning himself at his entrance. As he
entered him in one swift motion, Sergio rolled his hips back and met him
forcefully. Fernando’s slick fingers found Sergio’s mouth, begging to be sucked
as Fernando pounded into him. Sergio took Fernando’s fingers into his mouth,
his tongue swirling around them and sucking on them, his teeth grazing across
them as Fernando beat into him aggressively. Tears were gathering at the
corners of his eyes and his eyes remained closed. He wanted to know what was
torturing Fernando’s thoughts, he wanted him be happy. Fernando’s fingers
slipped out of Sergio’s mouth and his arms wrapped around Sergio’s torso as his
thrusts slowed, becoming more sensual and less erratic and jaunting. His cheek
rested against Sergio’s neck as he held onto him. Sergio felt liquid trail down
his neck and back, Fernando was crying.
Tears fell from Sergio’s eyes as well, his emotions overflowed once he knew
that Fernando was upset. Sergio twisted his body, making Fernando pull out of
him. Fernando didn’t want to let go of him but as soon as Sergio was turned
around, Fernando’s arms were once again wrapped around Sergio, engulfing him.
Sergio kissed Fernando tenderly, his tongue licking at his tears and tasting
the saltiness of them, of everything that Fernando was keeping from him.
Sergio’s hand found both of their erections and began jerking them both of
simultaneously, making Fernando moan as his head rested in the nook between
Sergio’s shoulder and neck, his face still wet from the tears. Sergio made them
both come, making a mess of their chests. They stood there for a moment in
silence, Fernando didn’t want to let Sergio go. He was afraid of what would
happen if he did.
When they parted, Sergio picked up his towel and wiped both of them off then
threw his towel into his dirty clothes hamper. Fernando slipped his clothes
back on as Sergio got dressed in the room. When Fernando joined him on his bed
Fernando’s face was dry, but his eyes were puffy. Sergio’s fingers glided
across his cheeks, making a ghost of a smile appear.
“What’s on your mind, Nando?” Sergio asked, his voice serene, hushed. Fernando
let out a cleansing sigh that seemed to take ages.
“I want to ask you something.” Fernando said, his hands playing with the fabric
of Sergio’s shorts. Sergio nodded his head, urging him to ask. “When I didn’t
call you...” Fernando looked at Sergio whose shoulders slumped and whose eyes
fell to his hands, to see his face as he asked: “Did you sleep with anyone on
Real besides Raul and Guti?” Sergio’s lip quivered as he continued to look at
his hands. Fernando held his breath at the lack of answer Sergio was giving
him.
“Yes.” His voice was small and barely above a whisper.
Sergio’s world was crashing down around him. He knew, without a doubt, that
Fernando would be heartbroken when he found out who he had gone to. He didn’t
care about how sore he was at that moment, how hard Fernando had just fucked
him. All he cared about at that moment was Fernando’s reaction to what he was
just about to ask.
“Who-”
“Before you ask that... I just want to say that I was wrong.” Sergio looked up
from his hands to find Fernando’s gaze. Fernando was biting his lip and his
breathing was shallow. Fernando stopped playing with Sergio’s shorts and his
hands were in his lap, his back straight.
“Wrong about what?”
“I thought that if I filled the void that you left with sex I wouldn’t love you
anymore.” Sergio broke eye contact. A tear rolled down Fernando’s cheek. “But I
was wrong. It made everything worse.” Fernando’s eyes closed as he took a deep
breath.
“Who was it?” Sergio mumbled an answer. “I didn’t hear.” Fernando’s voice was
cracked, harsh and biting.
“Iker.” Fernando got off the bed and covered his face with his hands as he
paced for a few moments. His chest was heaving and his face was red.
“You fucked Iker?” Sergio shook his head.
“No, no. The other-”
“He fucked you. Same fucking difference Sergio god fucking damnit I can’t-”
There was a sharp intake of breath as Fernando remembered the summer before
when he had asked Iker for a room key. The look on Iker’s face as he asked him
if he knew. Sergio hadn’t told him anything. He was in the dark and he hadn’t
planned on ever telling him.
“Nando, please it wasn’t-” Fernando spun on him.
“Wasn’t what? Serious? Fucking your captain wasn’t serious?” He was in Sergio’s
face. Sergio leaned in.
“It wasn’t on purpose. It just happened.” Sergio said, his voice low and
predatory. They both stood up, getting close to each other’s faces.
“Like I fucking believe that. Are you still fucking?” The words stung, hitting
Sergio deep.
“What do you take me for? I haven’t been with anyone but you since last
summer.” He said, his voice unwavering and strong. Their voices were getting
louder and louder each time they spoke.
“What do I take you for? Someone who apparently fucks anyone.” Sergio’s
shoulders slumped, resignation falling across his face. Tears fell freely.
“Who didn’t give a fuck who I was with at the time, Fer? Huh? Where the fuck
were you?” He spat as he wiped the falling tears away with his hands. “You were
fucking Olalla the fucking girlfriend you hid from me so don’t start this shit.
You lied too.”
“Did you fuck Iker the morning you found out about Olalla?” Sergio closed his
eyes and shook his head. “Did you try?” Sergio’s face contorted as he tried to
hold back more tears from falling but they wouldn’t stop.
“Yes. He said no.”
“We’re done.” Fernando growled as he started to walk away. Sergio grabbed onto
his arm, spinning him back around. “Let go, Sergio.”
“No, you’re mad. You’re going to regret this-”
“Fuck off.” Fernando said, pushing against Sergio’s chest. Sergio released his
grip on him.
“Are you really breaking up with me because of something I did when you didn’t
talk to me?” His heart was breaking.
“I don’t trust you.”
“Get out.” Sergio said, turning his back to Fernando. Fernando left without
another word.
 
Chapter 10 Pre trial
Steven sat staring at his phone for minutes before he got up the nerve to dial
Xabi’s number after plugging in his calling card information. He had put it off
all day. Cobb mysteriously hadn’t shown up to practice and there was an inquiry
at school by the police. Steven had to tell Xabi what he did before Xabi found
out some other way. The phone rang twice before Xabi picked it up.
“Stevie!” Xabi’s voice rang through the receiver. He was surprised by the call,
especially since calling cards were so expensive. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Hey, you.” Steven whispered, clearing his throat. Xabi sounded happy. He was
about to flip his world around.
“What’s wrong?” Xabi asked.
“Lad, there is something I have to tell you.” Xabi stayed silent. “Listen, you
know I love you-”
“Yes. Yes, I know. Steven what is going on?” Xabi’s voice sounded panicked.
“Xab, I went to the police.” Xabi’s mouth was dry. He almost dropped the phone.
“Why?”
“Because at practice the other day he mentioned you and Alvaro and I may have
called him out on it.”
“In front of the whole team?” Xabi blanched.
“Not exactly.”
“Stevie you said you wouldn’t-”
“I know what I said. Xabi, Danny got Cobb admitting to everything on a
recording-”
“Daniel knows?!” Xabi screamed into the phone. “Steven what have you done?” He
yelled. “I wanted to forget it all.”
“Xabi he can’t go on coaching. What if he hurts someone else?” Steven said into
the phone.
“Who all did you tell?” Xabi’s voice was quiet. Steven sighed.
“Martin and Jamie know as well.”
“What do they know?”
“Everything.” Xabi was silent for a moment. “Xab, we went to the cops and a
detective sat us down and I told them everything I knew. He wasn’t at school
today and tomorrow I have a meeting with the headmaster and the detective. I
had to tell you before they contacted your parents.” Xabi was crying. Steven
knew he was.
“Why would you do this to me?” Xabi pleaded. Steven’s heart was breaking.
“It wasn’t on purpose you have to believe me.”
“My parents are going to know.”
“About Cobb, yeah. I didn’t tell no one about us. Only the lads know because
Cobb let it slip when Jamie and I were in his office.” Xabi gasped.
“What were you doing in his office, Steven?”
“He called me in there after I yelled at him on the field.”
“You-” Xabi sighed. “Stevie I can’t believe this.”
“I am sorry Xabi, you know I don’t mean to-”
“Steven I have to go. My parents are yelling for me.” Xabi hung up the phone on
Steven. Steven wanted to tell him that he loved him, that he didn’t mean for
things to blow up, didn’t mean to confront Cobb when Xabi didn’t want him to.
With in seconds he got a text from Xabi: “I love you. They know. The police and
school are on the line.” Steven’s chest constricted. He told Xabi just in time.
“Love you. I hope you are alright.”
“I will let you know.”
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Word spread like wild fire at school. By the end of the day everyone seemed to
know that Coach Cobb had been fired and that he was being accused of
molestation. No one seemed to know who the victim was, which made Steven feel
better about at least something. He was waiting outside the headmaster’s office
for his meeting with them. He hoped this meeting wouldn’t be too horrible. As
he sat and waited, Pepe Reina walked by the office door. He backed up and
popped his head in.
“Stevie, are you in trouble?” Pepe asked. Steven shook his head.
“Just have to talk to the headmaster.”
“About what?” He asked, walking into the waiting area and sitting next to
Steven. Steven sighed. “Is it about the coach?” Steven scoffed. “OK so it is.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Is it about what you said at practice the other day?” Steven nodded at Pepe.
“So it was Xabi that he...”
“Yes.”
“Are you two still together?” Pepe asked, clearing his throat. Steven’s eyes
shot up to Pepe’s. “Don’t look at me like that. I knew the entire time.” Steven
sighed.
“I wish we would have known that. He probably wouldn’t have stopped going over
to yours.”
“Is that what was happening? I feel like shit now.” Pepe said as he crossed his
arms and leaned back in the chair.
“Don’t feel like that. He didn’t even tell me until summer. After we broke up.”
“So you aren’t together?”
“No, we are. I thought he was-” Steven sighed. “It doesn’t matter, mate.
Just... we are together. And I brought all this shit up and now he is going to
have to relive everything again.”
“But he needs to, yeah? I mean if Cobb is going to be persecuted. This shit is
not on at all.”
“You’re telling me. Being in the same vicinity as him made me want to punch
things.”
“I noticed.” Pepe said, laughing lightly. The headmaster’s office door opened
and Steven was summoned inside. Steven waved good bye to Pepe as he joined the
headmaster and two detectives inside the office.
“Mr. Gerrard, please have a seat.” Steven sat, folding his hands in his lap.
“We have Xabi Alonso on the line with us.” Steven gulped. He had not been
expecting that.
“Xabi?” He asked.
“Hello, Stevie.” Xabi’s voice rang out from the speaker.
“Hey, lad.” He said, sighing as he looked around.
“Xabi just got done telling us everything that happened. His parents were on
the phone as well but for now it is just him.” One of the detectives told him.
“I see.” Steven said.
“Xabi insisted that you be in the room before we talked more about what is
going to be happening.” The headmaster said, looking at Steven.
“What is going to happen?” Steven asked.
“Xabi is pressing charges against Ted Cobb, there will most likely be a trial.”
“Are you sure about it, Xab? I am sorry I am the one that brought all this up-”
“I am sure, Stevie.” Xabi said. The detectives and headmaster all nodded.
“We talked it over with his family, and there will be a strong case against
him. He has been sacked as a coach and no longer is faculty.” The headmaster
said. Steven nodded.
“Good.”
“We wanted to know what made you lash out.” Steven sighed.
“When the coach said that Xabi and Alvaro were missed I just sort of snapped,
yeah? I didn’t want him talking about Xabi like that. Not after what he did to
him.”
“And you didn’t know about what was happening until when?” One of the
detectives asked.
“Not until over the summer.” Steven said, sighing.
“Was there a reason, Xabi, that you didn’t tell your best friend?” One of the
detectives asked. Steven’s back straightened. They said best friend. Xabi
hadn’t told them about the two of them. Steven disagreed with that approach.
The detectives knew, they had listened to the entire tape.
“The reason was if I told anyone I would be worse off. I was away and had
already transferred to Real by the time Steven knew.” The meeting went on,
asking questions about what made the others follow Steven into the coach’s
office, about how Alvaro fit into the situation and why he transferred as well.
In the end, the meeting had been over an hour long. After Xabi had hung up
Steven immediately felt his phone buzz in his pocket. As he was dismissed to
class, Steven was told to keep everything hush hush until a trial is announced.
Steven agreed it would be best, he didn’t want more stress for Xabi than there
already was. When he left the office he checked his phone for the text from
Xabi. It read: “I can’t wait to talk to you alone.” Steven responded with “same
here. tonight?”. Within seconds Xabi responded with “yes, I will call.”
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It was the night before the trial was about to start and Xabi had flown in
earlier that evening. Steven, Pepe, and Jamie all met Xabi at baggage claim.
Xabi was surprised to see people other than Steven there to greet him. They all
took turns hugging, Xabi got to Steven last. When they wrapped their arms
around each other, it was as if it was the first time. In a way, it was. It was
the first time they greeted each other in public as boyfriends and not just as
friends. Steven kissed Xabi on the cheek, then his lips. Pepe coughed, Jamie
cleared his throat.
“Alright, lovebirds.” Jamie said as he looked around. “Xabi, which was your
flight?” A buzzer went off to indicate that luggage was about to come through
the belt. With his arm still around Steven’s waist Xabi scrunched up his nose,
thinking.
“467 from Madrid.” Jamie nodded and walked over to the middle of the baggage
claim where the screens were that listed which belt his luggage would come
from.
“How was the flight?” Pepe asked Xabi. Xabi shrugged.
“It wasn’t so bad, I think my nerves are getting the better of me though.” Xabi
said as he cleared his throat, not sure what to say. Steven shook his head.
“Don’t even worry about the trial, Xab. It will be a piece of cake, that.
Thanks to Danny’s genius brain we got this, we do.” Steven said as he watched
Jamie walk back over and point at the farthest belt.
“Its going to be all the way down there, yeah? So we should probably head over
there.”
They had driven there in Jamie’s car, by the time that he had dropped them off
Xabi was exhausted. Instead of coming straight to Steven’s they had insisted on
going to the local pub and spend time together. They had met Martin, Daniel,
and Dirk Kuyt there and had spent a good three hours talking, playing pool, and
shooting darts.
Steven’s parents had hugged and kissed Xabi hello and welcomed him into their
house with open arms. They even blew up an air mattress for him that was
already in Steven’s room. As soon as they walked into Steven’s room he lifted
the bed and leaned it against his window, out of the way.There was no way they
wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed while Xabi was in town. Xabi set his
suitcase down and unzipped it to get his pajamas out. He was beyond tired. When
he stood up Steven wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck. Xabi closed
his eyes and leaned back into Steven, relishing the feeling of his arms around
him.
“Don’t get ready for bed yet, Xab. I want to spend time with you.” Xabi could
feel Steven’s pout on his skin as Steven continued placing kisses up and down
his neck. Xabi sighed and turned around, resting his head on Steven’s shoulder.
“I am exhausted. I didn’t expect to go to the bar.” Steven reached his hands
down and slipped them into Xabi’s back pockets, bringing Xabi’s hips closer to
his. Xabi tilted his head up and captured Steven’s lips with his.
“I didn’t expect to either, lad. But they all miss you too, and they have to go
to school. Well, Jamie and Daniel are skipping. Martin’s parents told him he
couldn’t.” Xabi nodded, kissing him again. Alvaro didn’t travel, in case the
trial ended soon, considering the evidence. He wouldn’t come unless he was
called as a witness. The following day was the preliminary hearing. There was a
knock on the door, they separated quickly as Steven’s mother entered. She
looked at the bed against the window and shook her head as she laughed.
“I told your pa that Xabi wouldn’t be sleeping in another bed but he insisted.
Now boys, no funny business. Stevie need I remind you that your little sister
is sleeping in the next room?” Steven shook his head.
“No, mum. I know.” Steven stated. Xabi looked at his clothes in his hands.
“And we wouldn’t... in your house.” Xabi spoke just about a whisper. Mrs.
Gerrard smiled at him.
“Oh, dearie. Don’t you worry. You two are good boys I know it. You boys get a
good nights rest for tomorrow.” She walked over and kissed both of them
goodnight. “Don’t stay up too late now.” She winked at them then shut the door.
Steven immediately put his arms back around Xabi as soon as the door was shut.
His hands slipped under Xabi’s shirt, his fingers gliding up his chest. Xabi’s
mouth opened and he let out a low moan.
“I need to go change and brush my teeth.” Xabi said as he stepped away. Steven
sighed, but he grinned as he watched Xabi open the door then walk down the
hallway. By the time Xabi reentered the room Steven had already hopped into bed
and made himself comfortable. The bed was small, but Steven pushed his back
against the wall so Xabi could climb in. Xabi slipped a leg in between Steven’s
as he settled in with his chest facing Steven’s. Steven mindlessly ran his
fingers through Xabi’s hair, making Xabi hum in happiness as he let out a
comfortable sigh, happy to be in Steven’s arms.
“Lad, you and your noises.” Steven chuckled as he kissed Xabi’s forehead. Xabi
already had his eyes closed and was almost asleep. He made an indistinct noise
at Steven that sounded to him like a happy grunt. Steven shut his eyes and
quickly drifted off to sleep.
An indiscernible amount of time later, Steven woke up to Xabi shaking in his
sleep. It was if Xabi was freezing, but they had sheets covering them. Xabi’s
lips were moving, but no words were coming out. Steven ran his fingers through
Xabi’s hair and kissed his forehead. He knew he shouldn’t wake him if he was
having a nightmare, but he didn’t want him to do this to himself. Steven
wrapped his arms around him, speaking words of comfort as best he could.
Eventually Xabi’s eyes opened slowly.
When he realized someone’s arms were around him he pushed away, flailing his
arms around in a panic. When he heard Steven’s voice he stopped pounding on his
assailant’s chest. Steven grabbed a hold of his wrists, sitting up. Xabi was
hyperventilating. Steven released his hands then got out of bed, turning the
light on. They both covered their eyes for a moment, adjusting to the light.
Steven walked back to the bed and sat. Xabi rested his head on Steven’s
shoulder as they sat in silence for a moment.
“I am sorry I hit you.” Xabi whispered. Steven grabbed his hand and squeezed
it.
“Nothing to be sorry about, lad. You thought I was-” Xabi shook his head at
Steven.
“I could never think you were him. I just...I didn’t know where I was.” Xabi
covered his eyes with his hand. “Steven, I don’t want to face him tomorrow.”
Steven sat in silence. He had brought this down on Xabi. Xabi was the one that
had to go in front of an entire court and tell them he was raped, tell him what
the coach had done to him. Steven gulped. “Steven, sleep with me.” Xabi said,
looking into his eyes. Steven licked his lips.
“Xab, my parents. And I don’t want to use you like that, me. I would feel
bloody horrible.” Xabi’s face contorted.
“It wouldn’t be using me. I want you to. Please Stevie, I want you to fuck me.”
Xabi was pulling on Steven’s shirt, trying to take it off of him. Steven’s cock
came to life at Xabi’s insistence. Steven kissed Xabi, who immediately fell
into his arms. Xabi wanted comfort, to feel safe. Steven just couldn’t let this
happen here, his parents would kill him. Wouldn’t let them sleep in the same
room.
“Xab, you know what you do to me, you. You have to know we can’t. I’d do
anything for you, yeah?” Xabi frowned. He looked down and saw that Steven was
hard. His hand went to touch him but Steven stood up. “Now you, you know I am
turned on. But I am going to be the one to say no. And you know I never say
no.” Xabi licked his lips and stood. He desperately wanted to touch Steven. He
was dangling himself in front of him and it was torture.
“Let me blow you, Stevie. Just need you.” Steven’s resolve was crumbling. Xabi
cupped his erection and rubbed up his length through his boxers. Steven closed
his eyes, wishing he had the willpower to back away.
“Fuck all.” He whispered as he captured Xabi’s lips with his, cupping his face
in his hands. Xabi’s hand immediately slipped past his boxers and found his
hard on, grasping it in his hand and pumping it with a fervor only Xabi
possessed. Steven dropped his hands from Xabi’s face, letting him go down to
his knees. Xabi dragged his tongue along Steven’s length as he pushed his
boxers down his legs so that Steven could step out of them. Xabi’s tongue
teased Steven’s cock, licking up and down then circling the head before Steven
grabbed Xabi’s hair and tilted his head back, making Xabi look up at Steven. He
was grinning. “You fuckin tease, you.” Xabi wrapped his mouth around Steven’s
cock and sucked and lapped at him then took him all the way into his mouth.
“That mouth of yours, Xab.” Steven said as Xabi worked him into a frenzy. Xabi
withdrew from Steven with a ‘pop’ and looked up into his eyes.
“If I do this trial tomorrow, we are fucking at least three times.” Xabi
demanded as his fingers trailed around Steven’s cock, teasing it more.
“Maybe if we switch off. You have high expectations, Xab.” Steven laughed. Xabi
smirked then hummed as he took Steven back in his mouth.
Chapter 11:
Iker was finding it hard to keep his eye on Sergio. It was hard to watch, the
deconstruction of Sergio’s defenses that he had hoped would never crumble. When
they found him curled up on his bed in the middle of the afternoon they knew
something was wrong. David had sat on the bed with him, his fingers raking
gently through Sergio’s hair as he asked him what was wrong. Iker stood over
the bed and watched as Sergio buried his head in pillow, his shoulders shaking
as he tried to stop the tears from falling. Iker knew Fernando had broken up
with Sergio. There was only one person that could have that effect on Sergio.
David had looked into Iker’s eyes, pleading for him to do something, anything
to help their friend. Iker knew that there was only one thing that Sergio would
want after he calmed down and that was the one thing Iker could not give him:
sex.
Sergio didn’t feel like talking. His mind was blank, completely empty of all
thought. It was as if he had nothing left, nothing mattered and he was an empty
shell that was just breathing and may or may not need to pee. He knew David was
sitting with him, stroking his back and that Iker was in the room, but he
didn’t care. He wanted to be alone, he wanted to sit in the shower and cry his
eyes out without people bothering him, he wanted to run for hours until he
couldn’t take another step, he wanted to take a million dirty tackles, he
wanted to do anything and nothing all at once.
“What happened, nene?” Iker asked as he finally sat. Sergio was laying on his
side and David was sitting against his chest while Iker fit in the space behind
Sergio’s knees, his legs wrapping around Iker’s body perfectly. Sergio thought
for a short moment what it would be like to have sex with both of them. The
thought was short lived as he laughed at himself. He already felt the urge to
run and find someone to fill the void that was engulfing him body and soul, the
void that Fernando had put there.
“He dumped me.” Sergio said, his voice coarse and low as he sniffed, clearing
his throat. “He fucked me then dumped me.” David side-eyed Iker then looked
back down at Sergio.
“This is rather sudden-”
“He found out about Iker and I.” His words were mumbled because he face planted
back into the pillow that was soaking wet from his tears. Iker closed his eyes
and sighed. He knew that whenever Fernando found out, he would be irate. He
didn’t think he would flat out break up with him.
“But you two weren’t-” David started to say.
“Doesn’t matter. He thinks we are still fucking.” David scoffed at Sergio’s
words. “He doesn’t trust me because I am a fucking slut.” His voice was barely
above a whisper.
“No you’re not.” Iker said sternly. “He is a fucking baby, nene. Don’t put
yourself down because he didn’t man up and call you.” Sergio sniffed as he
twisted his body so he could look at Iker.
“If I’m not a slut why do I want to go find someone right the fuck now?” He
asked seriously. Iker’s eyes were warm and ever so a captain’s eyes. Serious
yet caring all at once.
“Because you think it will fix you.” Sergio just stared at Iker, hoping that he
would say that he would fuck him. “I think you need to sleep for a while.” Iker
got up and went into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. “Put
this over your eyes and rest.” He said as he handed it to Sergio, who did as he
was told.
Over a week had passed since since they walked in their cabin and saw Sergio
like that and not much changed over that time period. The tears stopped, sure,
but that didn’t mean anything. It just meant that Sergio had put up a wall and
refused to let anyone in. He kept to himself which was not what anyone had ever
seen when it came to Sergio. Usually he pushed through his feelings and put up
a facade. Iker figured that facade was not for others, but it was actually for
Sergio. He was trying to fool himself when he pretended everything was fine and
nothing was wrong. It made Iker’s heart break to see that Sergio had given up
and that he just let the world see how he was really feeling: alone.
As far as he could tell, Fernando wanted to punch him every time Iker was
around him and really, Iker didn’t blame Fernando for thinking that way. What
he did blame him for was the fact that Sergio was empty and hadn’t smiled in a
week. Sergio was always smiling. Iker hoped that Fernando knew exactly what he
did and that he would regret it forever. They had to train hard to prepare to
play against Portugal and the last thing they needed was for Sergio and
Fernando to not have their heads in the game.
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England’s loss to Germany was devastating. Even more so than normal because
they didn’t have their captain, David injured himself during the warm up just
before the game started and was unable to play. Steven Gerrard was second
captain, and the weight of the loss was seemingly on his shoulders.
The end of the camp was fast approaching now that they were into the knockout
rounds and morale was low as teams got eliminated. The so called bonding that
FIFA had hoped would happen obviously was not going past the cabins and
everyone hanging out with their clubs. Alcohol seemed to magically appear
across the campus with various teams. A group of boys from LFC and a few others
got a hold of some and decided that a small bonfire was in order. Bottles of
Jack Daniels, Tequila, Dissarono, Captain Morgan, and Kettle Vodka were being
passed around as everyone took swigs of whatever they were handed, not really
caring how they got drunk as long as it happened.
Missing from the party was Sergio. David knew for a fact that he was with
Alvaro and Raul Albiol at Alvaro’s cabin watching a movie with them. At least
he was doing something that wasn’t sleeping.
David was lingering closer to him than normal, their arms touching as they
stood around the camp fire. David was swaying slightly from the alcohol he had
consumed. The loss had been horrible to watch for Iker, he couldn’t imagine
what it felt like for David, for everyone on the England FIFA team.
Daniel Agger and Martin Skrtel put themselves in charge of the fire, adding
wood and keeping it going. Jamie Carragher raided the kitchen and found hot
dogs as Fernando brought hangers that they untwisted so that they could cook
said hot dogs. David scoffed as he watched Fernando smile at Raul Meireles who
was having a hard time putting his hot dog on the makeshift poker.
“I don’t understand.” David said to no one in particular but Iker knew he meant
for it to be towards him.
“It’s not really our place.” Iker said as Pepe passed him the Vodka.
“Are you talking about what I think you are talking about?” He asked, his voice
hushed. David looked at Pepe and and nodded.
“I don’t understand why they broke up.” He said, taking the bottle from Iker
and taking a drink. Iker raised his eyebrow and took the bottle from David and
handed it back to Pepe.
“You’re done.” He said sternly. David stuck his tongue out at him and put his
arm around Iker’s waist to lean on it.
“Pepe, you live with him. Is he at least fucking sad or anything?” David asked.
Pepe’s eyes looked watery in the light of the fire but his mouth was turned
into a smile.
“Very. You two don’t think he would be heart broken? He loves him.” Iker
scoffed at Pepe’s answer.
“What a way to show it, breaking up with someone.” Pepe shook his head as Iker
watched Fernando talking with Dirk Kuyt and Lucas Leiva.
“You guys are just looking at Sergio.” Pepe said, his voice calm and warm.
“Those two need to actually talk about things for once.” Everyone nodded,
agreeing. “Not everyone is as open as you two are.” He said smiling at them.
Iker coughed and David dropped his hand from around Iker’s waist.
“Well we aren’t really hiding what we are. We just don’t flaunt it around like
we want attention.” Iker said, placing David’s hand back on him. David smiled
at him and then at Iker.
“Right.” Pepe smiled at them.
“So anyways, you two have been dealing with Sergio in your cabin. Our cabin
hasn’t been all smiles and laughs either you know. Sure, he looks fine here but
I am pretty sure he would rather be in his bed curled up right the fuck now.”
David pouted.. “Alright, you two. Enough gossping, let’s get wasted.” Pepe
said, passing them the Vodka and patting them on the back as he walked over to
Dirk, Lucas, and Fernando.
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“Alright lad, what are we doing in me locker rooms?” Stevie asked as Xabi
finished dragging him halfway across the campus from the fire pit. He wasn’t in
the mood for games, or anything for that matter. Dejected from their 4-1 loss
to Germany, he was in a sour mood. He knew that Xabi was trying to make him
feel better but he just wanted to go to bed. He didn’t even want to get drunk
with his team mates, but Jamie said that as a captain, he should. They only
stayed for an hour before Xabi dragged him away from the fire pit and for that
he was grateful.
“I wanted to see something.” Xabi said as he walked over to the number 8, where
Steven’s kit was. Xabi picked up the captain’s armband and looked at it. Steven
pouted as he watched Xabi lick his lips and look at him expectantly. “Will you
put this on?” He asked, holding it out for Steven. Steven shook his head.
“I don’t think so lad. I’m not in the mood, me.” He said sitting down on a
bench in the middle of the room. Xabi grabbed Steven’s arm and slipped the band
on easily. He smiled at him as Steven’s eyebrows rose. “Happy now?” He asked
him. Xabi shook his head as his legs straddled Steven’s. Steven’s fingers
slipped into the belt loops of Xabi’s jeans, bringing him closer to him as he
rest his head against Xabi’s stomach. “Today didn’t happen, did it?” He asked,
his voice muffled as he buried his face into Xabi’s shirt. Xabi ran his fingers
through Steven’s hair and sighed.
“It did. But don’t beat yourself up too badly, Stevie.” He whispered. Steven
looked up into Xabi’s eyes and smiled.
“Why are we in here, Xab?” He said, his hands slipping under Xabi’s shirt, his
fingerings raking down his back. Xabi closed his eyes at the contact as he bit
his lip, his fingers tugging on Steven’s hair.
“Wanted to see you in your captain’s armband again.” Xabi said, humming as
Steven lifted his shirt and kissed his stomach as he worked his jeans open.
“Wanted to just see it, lad?” He asked as he freed Xabi’s cock from his jeans,
licking up the shaft then taking him into his mouth. Before Steven slipped his
jeans the rest of the way down, Xabi took out a condom and a small tube of
lube. Steven stopped blowing him long enough to smile and try to take them from
him but Xabi raised his hands so that they were out of reach. Steven pouted,
his hand stroking Xabi.
“No, didn’t want to just see it.” Xabi said as he bent down and kissed him,
slipping the arm band down to his wrist. Steven’s eyebrows rose as Xabi brought
Steven’s wrists together and wrapped the armband around them, securing his
hands behind his back. “I wanted to fuck you while you wore it.” He said,
nipping at Stevie’s lip as he got to his knees. Steven grunted as Xabi’s hands
grabbed at the elastic of Steven’s shorts and pulled them down. Steven scooted
forward, lifting his ass so the shorts could be done away with.
Xabi didn’t fuck Steven often. It wasn’t that it never happened, it was quite
the contrary. Steven liked to be fucked by Xabi. It was just that on the whole,
Xabi liked to be fucked more than anything. The fact that Xabi wanted to fuck
Steven turned him on so much that he wanted to come right then and there but he
knew he had to hold back.
Xabi took Steven’s cock into his mouth, making Steven groan with pleasure as he
sucked him off. Xabi freed Steven from the armband shackles momentarily as he
pushed Steven onto his back then put it back on with Steven’s hands over his
head. As Xabi blew him, his tongue twisting and twirling around his dick, it
made the noises that were escaping from Steven’s lips even more profound than
normal. The anticipation for what was to come added to the noises that Steven
was making, unable to control himself as Xabi uncapped the lube and his finger
circled around his entrance. With one hand Xabi held up Steven’s legs, keeping
them out of his way while with the other he slowly worked Steven’ open for him.
Steven had to remember how to breathe, how to not come at the first touch. He
tried not to think about it as Xabi fucked his tight hole gently, taking his
time.
“You’re fucking tight.” Xabi said as he applied more lube and a second finger.
Steven groaned at the contact, his hands clasping together and his nails
digging into his palms.
“Lad if I am tight it is because I haven’t been fucked in a while.” He spat.
Xabi’s fingers grazed across his prostate, making his back arch as he gasped
for air. “For fuck’s sake, Xab!” He yelled out, bringing his hands down to his
chest. Xabi retracted his fingers and grabbed Steven’s hands, bringing them
back over his head. Xabi’s face got close to Steven’s but just out of reach so
that they weren’t kissing.
“Keep your hands here.” Xabi whispered as his fingers reentered Steven,
scissoring him and spreading him wide. Steven moaned as Xabi’s lips found his,
giving him the dirtiest kiss he had ever felt like they have shared in his
life. He loved Xabi’s fingers, he loved when they were wrapped around his cock,
he loved when they stroked his hair, he loved when they ran down his back, he
loved how they made him feel as they spread him open. “And I like you tight.”
Xabi said as he sat back and stared at Steven, his fingers entering and
reentering Steven.
It was true, Xabi loved fucking Steven when he was tight. It was why he didn’t
do it often. He liked stretching him and getting him ready to be fucked. He
loved to see his fingers open him up, loved watching himself as he went in and
out of him. He cherished every second of it and he thought that if he did it
more often that it would tarnish what he loved most about fucking Steven. The
armband was only an added bonus. He wanted Steven to move his hands again, he
wanted him to disobey just so he could push him harder against the bench, so
that he could slam Steven’s hands back down and so that he could hear him moan
again. Xabi was usually the one making the noises and he loved Steven’s more
than anything else in the world. Those noises were reserved for when Xabi did
the fucking.
When Steven was ready Xabi rolled the condom on and aligned himself at Steven’s
entrance. Grabbing Steven’s bound hands he brought them over his head so
Steven’s hands were on Xabi’s neck, bringing Steven practically into Xabi’s lap
as he entered him. Steven’s hands caressed Xabi’s hair and neck as Xabi slowly
fucked him, relishing the feeling of being inside of Steven. Steven started
moving against Xabi, meeting him thrust for thrust as Xabi rolled his hips
upwards. They stayed like that, kissing and caressing as Xabi fucked Steven the
way he wanted to.
They changed positions seamlessly as Xabi laid Steven back down and unhooked
his arms from around his neck, continuing to fuck him until he did something
that surprised Steven: he reached for the lube and applied some to his fingers
then reached around and started fucking himself with them. Steven groaned at
the sight.
“Don’t think about coming.” Xabi hissed as he rode himself as Steven continued
moving against him. When he was stretched out enough he exited Steven, climbing
on top of him and straddling him. Xabi bit his lip as he took Steven’s cock in
his hand and impaled himself on it, riding him. Xabi’s hands found Steven’s and
they linked fingers as Xabi fucked him until they both came.
“For fuck’s sake, lad” Steven panted as they both caught their breath. “I
didn’t know you were going to do that.” He said as he kissed his cheek. Xabi
smiled, blushing only slightly.
“I wanted to be fucked too.” Steven laughed at him as Xabi released Steven’s
hands from being bound. Xabi got up and walked over to the showers. “And now I
need a shower.” Steven’s eye brows rose.
“Need help?” Xabi rolled his eyes at Steven and shook his head.
“Not really, but I do want to fuck in the shower.” He said as he turned the
water on.
“That’s what I meant.”
“Then next time say, ‘Xabi please fuck me in the shower’”.
“Oh so you are fucking me again?” Steven asked as he put his armband back in
his locker.
“Both.” Was all that Xabi said.
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Fernando didn’t want to be around the fire any more. He didn’t want to be
around his friends, around alcohol, around anything. He wanted to be alone. He
wanted to go to bed. He had promised Pepe that he would come out and try to
enjoy himself, to get out of his own head for a couple of hours.
He was miserable, beyond despondent about the entire situation with Sergio. He
loved him, but he didn’t trust him. He didn’t see how, after he found out that
Sergio had slept with Iker of all people, that they could continue dating. How
could he believe Sergio hadn’t slept with Iker since they have been together or
not? How would he be sure that Sergio wasn’t lying to him when he said Fernando
was the only one he was sleeping with? He hadn’t been honest about his past,
about the amount of people he slept with and who he had fucked.
Fernando walked away from the fire and towards his cabin. He was done being
social, done putting up a facade that he was alright. He wasn’t, and he just
wanted for the summer to be over and done with. Being around Sergio during
training and matches was hard. He didn’t know how he would get through the
match against Germany in a couple of days.
As he walked he heard footsteps running towards him. Surprisingly he saw David
Beckham coming towards him. Fernando stopped walking so that David had a chance
to catch up to him.
Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, David put his hand on Fernando’s
shoulder as he smiled at him. He was most certainly buzzed but not as drunk as
he thought he would have gotten. When he saw Fernando walking away from the
fire he felt a sudden urge to talk to him. Fernando didn’t step away from him,
didn’t push his hand off of his shoulder and David took that as a good sign.
“Mind if we talk, Fernando?” David asked. Fernando glanced sideways at him as
they began walking before he shrugged his shoulders. “So tell me, because
Sergio hasn’t said much...” David trailed off hoping Fernando would fill him in
more about what happened. Instead Fernando just sighed and watched the ground
as they walked. “I am not saying that you breaking up with him was stupid or
anything. I just want to know your reasoning besides him saying ‘because I am a
slut’”. Fernando stopped walking and looked at David.
“He said that?” Fernando’s voice sounded sad and strained. David nodded.
Fernando wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to David about the whole situation. He
didn’t know if Iker even told David he had slept with Sergio. Fernando didn’t
want to be the one that told him. David didn’t let Fernando remain silent for
long before he continued on with the conversation without him.
“I am assuming it is because you found out about Iker and Sergio and now you
feel like you can’t trust him? That you think Sergio has slept with him since
you two started dating? And may I point out that when they were sleeping
together you two weren’t together...” So David did know about Iker and Sergio.
Fernando couldn’t wrap his head around why David didn’t seem to mind that
Sergio had been with his boyfriend.
“You don’t seem to mind that they have fucked.” Fernando said under his breath.
David smiled.
“Oh, Iker and I talked about it. He talked about Sergio constantly that summer.
You left him a mess and well, Raul and Guti weren’t giving him what he needed.
Iker didn’t want him going out and finding people in clubs anymore. Really,
when it came down to it, it was just sex. It had nothing to do with them liking
each other. I love Iker, he loves me. Sergio was a fucking mess. It made sense.
And now, obviously, that has bitten all of us in the ass because you didn’t
know. Iker told me last summer that before you two made up... he said that you
had no idea about anything Sergio had done and definitely didn’t know about
him. It put him in a bad position but he wasn’t about to be the one to tell
you.”
“No, I understand. I just can’t...” Fernando sighed. “I am so angry with
myself. I just say things. I broke up with him after I told him last summer
that he was the one I wanted to be with right after Iker had told me that
Sergio had fucked a bunch of people while we were apart. I just can’t get that
out of my head. Iker is my captain but Sergio...”
“Don’t think about it like that. I know it is easier said than done but in all
honesty I believe Iker when he says that they haven’t fucked since before last
summer. No doubt in my mind. He even has told me how hard it has been for
Sergio, being away from you, but that he never even went clubbing.” Fernando
looked away from David, not wanting him to see tears forming at the corners of
his eyes. He believed David. David and Iker were so open with each other. They
actually talked about things. Fernando wished he and Sergio actually talked,
actually hung out. He wished their relationship wasn’t based on sex.
Relationship. He didn’t even have that anymore. He ruined everything, again.
“Then I am a fucking asshole.”
“I mean, you didn’t know if you could trust him-”
“He said he hadn’t slept with anyone but I am so jealous and petty that I
didn’t believe him.”
“I am sure if you talk to him-”
“I can’t. It is too late. The things I said...” Fernando looked at David, a
tear falling only a couple of inches before he wiped it away. “I can’t.”
Chapter 12
The problem with playing flashlight tag with a ton of people is the lack of
flashlights. Only some had flashlights, so they did the freezing, whereas
everyone else could unfreeze the frozen. If you had a flashlight and were
frozen by someone else they could take your flashlight. It was more or less
like a ‘every man for himself’ game but a lot of people paired up. Gerard Pique
and Cesc Fabregas paired up and were collecting flashlights by the great hall.
Cesc was in a tree, freezing people from up high, while Gerard gathered their
flashlights on the ground then unfroze them once he had them. When they took
Jamie Carragher’s flashlight he yelled that it wasn’t pokemon and they weren’t
supposed to collect them all. Gerard’s retort was that he liked pokemon and
asked if Jamie had a deck. Gerard didn’t unfreeze Jamie for a good ten minutes
as he listed off all the cards he had, and doubles.
Sergio Ramos ran around with a flashlight but didn’t use it. Instead, he went
around unfreezing as many people as possible with Iker and David. They did it
over dramatically, rolling down hills and crawling on their stomachs so they
wouldn’t be seen. There wasn’t much light because it was a new moon. They kept
unfreezing Lionel Messi, he seemed to be having bad luck all around.
“You should learn to hide better.” Sergio said as he tapped Messi’s ankle.
Messi sighed.
“I don’t know how they keep getting me.” He whispered as he ran off in the
direction of Gerard and Cesc.
Sergio turned around to go off and find someone else when a flashlight shined
on him. He groaned. Daniel Agger and Martin Skrtel came into view. When they
saw it was him they laughed.
“Oh, Ramos. You got a flashlight?” They asked, knowing Sergio probably didn’t
know what they said. Daniel waved his flashlight around. Sergio nodded, showing
his. Martin tapped him, unfreezing him and grabbed Sergio’s flashlight.
“Thanks!” He said, smiling. Sergio stuck his tongue out then ran, tumbling to
the ground on purpose, hiding himself. He needed to get his hands on another
flashlight. He realized that he was alone, that he didn’t know where Iker or
David went to. It didn’t bother him. He liked this game. It wasn’t a
competition to him, it was having fun, keeping his mind off of everything. He
was sure that others were taking it seriously but there were no teams, there
was no way of winning unless you were counting how many times you got frozen or
something. It was better than playing poker, again, or sitting around when it
was so nice out. There was a cool breeze in the night air and it felt good
compared to the sweltering days.
Sergio crawled on his stomach, just because he could, across the grass, towards
a frozen body. He stopped when he realized who it was. Fernando. He got up off
the ground and brushed himself off. He looked around, seeing no one. Fernando’s
back was to him, he didn’t know that Sergio was there. He thought about leaving
him there, thought about not unfreezing him. Sighing silently he tapped
Fernando’s back, unfreezing him. Before Fernando even had a chance to turn
around Sergio ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could, not looking
back.
Fernando felt a tap on his back, relieved that someone unfroze him. When he
turned around to see who it was his breath caught as he saw the back of Sergio
running from him. Sergio unfroze him when he didn’t need to. He could have left
him there. Fernando wanted to run after Sergio as he watched him fade into the
darkness of the camp, but he didn’t. Instead he ran the opposite direction, in
search of someone to freeze. He halfway wanted to go after Sergio and freeze
him so that they could talk about what happened. He knew Sergio would play by
the rules and not move. Or would he? It didn’t matter now, nothing did. The
fact that Sergio unfroze him pulled at his heartstrings, made butterflies
appear in his stomach.
He wondered if Sergio was going to the Brazil vs Netherlands game the following
day and if he was, who he was going with. Fernando wished he was the one going
with Sergio, wished he had never opened his mouth and definitely wished he was
still with him. When Fernando shut his eyes all he saw was the vision of Sergio
running from him and it hurt.
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Cristiano and Kaka made use of their time alone in the cabin while everyone was
playing flashlight tag. They started out playing with everyone, but gave up
after thirty minutes as soon as they lost their flashlights to Marcelo and
Gonzalo Higuain.
When they got to the cabin Cristiano picked Kaka up from behind and swung him
around the room once, happy to be alone. Things had been going so well between
them, not just because they were doing more, but because it opened the
floodgates of emotions that they had been holding back. To Cristiano it wasn’t
merely about the fact that Kaka gave good head, or about how elated he was that
he got to even touch the other boy, it was about the trust that came with it.
It was about how Kaka made him feel, about how he made Kaka feel...loved. Every
touch made an impact, every kiss meant more and more. Nothing was taken for
granted and everything mattered.
As Cristiano set Kaka down, he noticed a look of pain ghost across Kaka’s face.
When asked about it, Kaka brushed it off as nothing.
“Pulled a muscle running around in the dark, I think.” He whispered as he
kissed Cristiano on the lips lightly, his arms clasped around Cristiano’s back.
“Are you sure? Do you need a patch? Or some icy hot?” Cristiano asked. Kaka
laughed and shook his head.
“No, no. I don’t need anything. You are getting worked up over nothing.” He
assured him. Cristiano smiled. Little did Cristiano know, but Kaka already had
patches, already took pills, already used icy hot. His knee was killing him but
he refused to tell anyone. He had to play tomorrow and he had to push through
this. He didn’t want to disappoint his team by backing out now, not when they
were so close to the cup.
Kaka led Cristiano over to his bed where they laid down, kissing lazily, their
hands roaming freely over their bodies as their tongues danced in their mouths.
It was soothing, the fact that Cristiano no longer had to wonder if he was
pushing Kaka to do something he didn’t want to do, if he was going too far.
Kaka loved being with Cristiano, loved the feeling of being near him and giving
him what he wanted and needed. His mind was at peace about this one thing. What
replaced his uncertainty about what they were doing was the fact that he knew
that if he played tomorrow he might end up hurting himself more. Cristiano
could tell that something was bothering Kaka, that his mind was preoccupied
with other things.
“What’s on your mind?” Cristiano asked. Kaka shrugged, smiling.
“You.” Cristiano grinned at him, nuzzling against Kaka’s cheek.
“No, really.” He asked. Kaka sighed.
“Promise you won’t overreact?” Cristiano scoffed.
“When do I overreact?”
“Now. Always.” Kaka said, laughing, making his words as light hearted as
possible. Cristiano’s smile faded, his hand was pressed against Kaka’s stomach
as he leaned on him as they lay next to each other.
“Alright, I promise.”
“I hurt my knee.” Cristiano’s face became serious, Kaka bit his lip.
“You what? When? You can’t play tomorrow-”
“I am playing tomorrow, though. I decided-”
“What if you hurt yourself worse?”
“I am getting an injection before the game.”
“No.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Cris!” Kaka yelled. Cristiano shut his mouth,
his temper mounting. “Don’t treat me like some child. You know how much this
game means to me.”
“How long have you been playing injured?” Cristiano asked. Kaka looked away
from him.
“Since the tournament started-” Cristiano sat up.
“Jesus-” Kaka glared at him. “Kaka, you can’t do this.”
“You can’t stop me.” He said, starting to get up. Cristiano stopped him by
grabbing onto his arm.
“Alright, don’t get up, please.” Cristiano pleaded. “I don’t want to fight.”
“Neither do I.” Kaka said as he relaxed, staying on the bed. “I want to just be
with you right now, I want to forget what is going on. I am stressed about
tomorrow.” Cristiano smiled at Kaka, leaning over and kissing him softly on the
lips.
“What do you want me to do?” Cristiano asked. Kaka blushed, taking Cristiano’s
hand in his.
“Can we just stay here? Like this?” Kaka asked. Cristiano smiled, nodding, and
slid down next to him then captured Kaka’s lips with his. Kaka’s body relaxed
as Cristiano climbed over him, straddling him as they made out, their hands
roaming each others bodies freely. Eventually Cristiano’s hands found Kaka’s
erection, rubbing against the fabric causing friction. Kaka moaned into
Cristiano’s mouth as Cristiano pulled back the elastic band of Kaka’s shorts,
freeing him. Kaka broke the kiss in order to watch as Cristiano’s hand wrapped
around his cock and began stroking him. Kaka bit his lip as he watched as
Cristiano scooted his body down, lowering his head towards Kaka’s erection.
Kaka whimpered as Cristiano’s mouth engulfed him, sucking at his head. His head
tilted back as he began to pant, shutting his eyes as his fists clenched around
his shirt.
“Cris-” Was all that escaped his lips between baited breaths. He always worked
himself up faster when Cristiano touched him, always came too fast. Taking a
cue from Kaka’s mewing, Cristiano’s hand applied pressure to the base of Kaka’s
cock, refusing him his climax. Kaka looked at Cristiano, his pupils blown.
Cristiano would do anything for that look. For months he wondered what Kaka
would look like while he was being blown, what he would look like when he blew
Cristiano and now he did. He loved everything about it. He loved the sounds,
the look in his eyes, the feel of his mouth around him, the way his lips
wrapped around him...
“Want to finish, then you-”
“Yes, yes. I want that.” He said, nodding his head repeatedly, his hips rolling
upwards into Cristiano’s hand. Cristiano took Kaka back into his mouth, his
tongue flicking over his head as he took him in all the way, swallowing him
whole as Kaka came. When Cristiano withdrew his mouth, Kaka sat up and pulled
his shorts back up. Cristiano wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he
got on his back then unbuttoned his jeans. Kaka helped pull his jeans down,
revealing his hard cock.
His fingers grasped at it, stroking him slowly at first. Kaka liked to watch
Cristiano’s abs move as he worked him, liked to see his reaction to everything
he did. The first time his mouth touched Cristiano’s cock he was sure that he
wouldn’t be good at it, was sure that Cristiano wouldn’t like what he was doing
but by the way he reacted to him he was no longer timid about it.
He laid out in front of Cristiano, on his stomach and stretched his legs out so
that his knee wasn’t hurting as much, as he wrapped his mouth around Cristiano.
One hand ghosted across Cristiano’s stomach as the other twisted around his
shaft. His head bobbed and his mouth sucked at him, relishing in the noises
that Cristiano made as he brought him closer to his climax.
Cristiano’s fingers raked through Kaka’s hair as he watched his mouth wrap
around his cock. His lips were red and puffy, debauched by him. Everything
about Kaka radiated love in its purest form and yet there he was, giving him a
mind melting blow job. As Kaka came up for air, Cristiano sat up, wanting to
kiss him. Kaka sat up as well, his hand still wrapped around Cristiano’s shaft,
twisting and pumping him as they kissed. Cristiano’s hands cupped Kaka’s face
as their tongues danced until he came in Kaka’s hand. When they were all clean
and back in eachother’s arms, clothed, Cristiano thought more about tomorrow
and how much he didn’t want Kaka to play.
“Are you sure about tomorrow?” He asked. Kaka nodded against his chest, his arm
lazily hung over Cristiano’s body.
“I need to play.” He said, his voice muffled against Cristiano’s shirt.
Cristiano sighed.
“And your coach has no problem with you taking injections?” He asked. Kaka
shrugged.
“He knew I did it before the last match.” Cristiano bit his lip. “I don’t want
to talk about it anymore.”
“Alright.”
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During the match Cristiano was sitting with Pepe and Angel Di Maria, two of his
closest friends at Real. Nearby Fernando Torres was in a group with David
Villa, Pepe Reina, David Silva, Cesc Fabregas and Gerard Pique. Sergio was in a
group with Iker, David Beckham, Alvaro Arbeloa, Steven Gerard and Xabi Alonso.
Cristiano was nervous, knowing how much pain Kaka was in.
It didn’t take long for Brazil to score, only nine minutes by Cristiano’s
watch. He could hear Steven Gerrard screaming for the Netherlands to equalize,
he could hear Pepe Reina placing bets with Villa and Pique about the odds of
Netherlands winning against Brazil. The only thing Cristiano was thinking about
was Kaka as he watched him running after the ball. When Kaka almost scored,
Cristiano was about to jump onto the field but Stekelenburg, the goalie, saved
it even though it was shot into the right upper corner. Not to mention
Fabiano’s blind back pass to Kaka was so amazing Cristiano had been sure that
it was going in. A brace of two goals would have been perfect.
When the Netherlands equalized shouts of approval and boos were heard
simultaneously in the stands. A corner for the Netherlands and a header from
Sneijder makes it 2-1 and the crowd went wild. By the time the whistle rang
Cristiano was by the locker rooms, waiting for Kaka to emerge after a shower.
When he did, he was limping. Kaka fell into Cristiano’s arms, his head buried
between Cristiano’s neck and shoulder. Their arms wrapped around each other for
comfort.
“This feels worse than when I got carded.” Kaka said, not letting go of
Cristiano.
“What a shit call that was, fucking Drogba.” Cristiano said, trying to lighten
the mood. Kaka laughed, backing away from the hug but leaving his arm around
Cristiano’s shoulder as they started walking slowly. “How is your knee?”
“It hurts a lot.” He whispered. “I may have to go to the doctors once camp is
over. I am not leaving early though. I want to watch the Semis and the Final.”
He said. Cristiano nodded.
“I hope it isn’t serious.”
“Me too.”
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Jamie and Daniel Agger told cabin 1A about the reason Carlos Bocanegra
infiltrated their cabin naked with American flag boxers on his head as he sang
American folk songs at the top of his lungs. Naturally when cabin 3G told Carra
and Daniel when the next round of dares was happening the rest of 1A wanted in
as well.
It started out with a game of 8 a side, cabin versus cabin. The losers had to
play bare arse, drop trow and had to let their asses be the targets of the
winning side. Unfortunately for cabin 3G they did not have a goalie. 1A used a
2-3-2 formation: Iker; Sergio Ramos; Jamie Carragher; Thomas Mueller, Cesc
Fabregas, David Silva; David Beckham, Nicklas Bendtner. 3G used a 3-3-2 with no
goalie, hoping that they could defend well enough if Stevie moved back to
defense which he had no problem in doing: Gerard Pique, Carlos Bocanegra,
Steven Gerrard; Angel Di Maria, Xabi Alonso, Raul Meireles; Gonzalo Higuain,
Lukas Podolski. Daniel Agger acted as referee, finding a whistle easily in the
Denmark locker rooms. Steven and Iker were captains, doing a coin toss and
everything. This was serious business, playing bare arse. No one expected an
easy match. It would be two halves of twenty minutes full of tackles and
yelling, runs and fast passing.
Daniel didn’t put up with dirty tackles, giving free kicks when he saw fit. He
didn’t give two shits about Di Maria’s diving, ignoring it. This was war, a
game that stood for dignity and triumph over another cabin. With no crowd to
cheer them on, their voices carried easily across the field. Jamie Carragher
belted out orders to Sergio who only shook his head and shrugged. They took to
desperate hand motions, shouting at each other in their own languages, Iker
trying to mediate but ending up yelling himself when Xabi sent Lukas a perfect
pass and almost scored. Nicklas was the first to score when David Beckham sent
him a cross so fast Gerard and Carlos could do nothing to stop it from
happening, Stevie’s tackle came too late.
Raul Meireles equalized within minutes, volleying it into the corner, Iker
never had a chance. Curses went flying everywhere. Right as the first half was
coming to a close, Daniel had the whistle in his mouth, Xabi took a shot from
his half, making it easily. He ran around, his hands in the air, until he was
tackled by his bunkmates. Steven got to him first. He must have dashed towards
him as soon as Xabi took the shot in order to get to him first. They piled on
top of him as Daniel blew the whistle.
They had around seven minutes to catch their breath of talk tactics. Carlos
decided to have a go at goalie, realizing that they needed someone with gloves
on if they wanted to keep their lead. Steven thought it would be better if they
moved to a 2-2-1-2 with Carlos in goal: Carlos; Gerard, Steven; Angel, Xabi;
Raul; Pipita, Lukas. It gave Raul easier access to goal. Now that they had
someone in goal they wanted to put more pressure on 1A’s back line, wanted more
bodies up front to score a brace.
The second half was a blur. It was tackle after tackle, run after run,
possession was hard to come by, hard to keep, for both teams. David Silva
slipped past everyone and crossed to David Beckham, all he had to do was touch
it and the ball was in. If anything it made Steven tackle harsher and made Xabi
do the same. Pique was like a brick wall, stopping Nicklas in his tracks
multiple times. The countdown started. Daniel shouted that there were five
minutes left. This game couldn’t end in a draw, asses were quite literally on
the line. 3G had problems getting possession between Cesc, Thomas, and Silva’s
passing in the midfield. Once it was passed to David, the game was over. He
kicked it flawessly, scoring a third goal for 1A. 3G scrambled, trying to
equalize once more before the whistle was blown. It didn’t happen, though.
Everyone of 3G lined up, slid their shorts down and leaned over, preparing
themselves for their punishment.
Everyone on 1A had one chance to hit a target. Everyone hit at least someone.
Xabi got hit by Cesc, but in the leg and not the ass. Raul got off easy, no one
hit him at all, the same with Lukas. Steven got hit by David Beckham, Carlos
got it in the back by Nicklas. Pipita and Angel were hit by Thomas and Sergio.
Gerard got it by Iker, causing a loud smack. 3G limped back to their cabin,
grumbling about how Daniel was biased. Daniel red carded them all with a grin
on his face. He liked holding the card up in front of all of their faces.
As far as dares went, though, nothing got the most laughs like when Gerard
dared Lukas to steal a mascot that he found in a storage closet in the great
hall. Lukas returned with it, but then dared David Silva to go find anyone and
scare them. The “anyone” turned out to be Alvaro Arbeloa and Raul Albiol who
were playing video games and had not been paying the least bit of attention.
Gerard and Daniel went with him, Daniel took photographic evidence with his
camera and sent it to everyone at camp immediately.
Angel was dared to, while at training with Argentina, call Messi Frodo and ask
him where Samwise and the other hobbits were because he was supposed to be on
his way to Mordor. Gonzalo was the witness. Messi only shook his head and said
“like I haven’t heard that one before.” Which only made Pipita crack up more.
Angel was out for blood for his dare. But his dares were not over when Xabi
dared him to drink a concoction of things he found in the kitchens. Everyone
from the two cabins gathered around the table as Xabi sat the clear glass full
of brown liquid down in front of Angel. His nose wrinkled up, the smell was
putrid.
“I refuse.” Angel spat as he pushed it away from him. Xabi slid it back.
“No refusing.”
“What all is in it?” Steven asked. Xabi grinned.
“Not until after he drinks it.” Angel took the cup in his hand and began
swallowing it. Disgusting schoolboy dare.
“Soda, mustard, relish, pepper juice, A1 sauce, hot sauce, milk, and a mint.”
Everyone made a face, except David who only nodded.
“A mint. Nice touch.”
David dared Iker to do his “hidden talent” in front of everyone. Iker glared at
David as he lifted his shirt and rolled his stomach. Sergio cracked up,
laughing everywhere as he hit is hand against the table. As retribution Sergio
and Carlos were to steal a canoe and put it on top of a cabin. As it turned
out, canoes were hard to get on top of cabins and Carlos ended up tripped over
himself somehow. In the end it took Sergio, a limping Carlos, Steven, and
Daniel to get it on the roof.
Daniel dared Thomas to run around naked a la Carlos last time, only this time
he had to go into a cabin and smack as many people’s asses as he could before
they kicked him out. When Thomas returned from 4F with Steven and Carra as
witnesses, Thomas dared Daniel to kiss Nicklas Bendtner. Daniel looked like he
was going to refuse but in the end he just grabbed Nicklas’s face and planted
one on him before Nicklas even had the chance to fight back.
“Can we stop with the gay shit?” Jamie said, laughing and shaking his head.
“Please.” Daniel said as he punched Thomas in the arm.
“You’re the one that wanted me naked.”
Chapter 13
Spain versus Germany was a tough game. It was back and forth, the game was up
in the air well into the second half. Everything changed once Puyol scored.
Game set and match, it felt like. The tension lifted as Germany attempted to
equalize in the small window left but to no avail. It was no use. Once that
ball was in the net the game was done.
When the match was through a lot of the crowd rushed the pitch, wanting to
congratulate Spain’s FIFA camp team for their win. David Beckham was no
exception, finding Iker in the crowd, zoning in on him, prying him from his
team mates. They embraced easily, everyone on the pitch was. Iker looked over
and saw Sergio with his arms around two Argentineans, his brow furrowed. Iker
hadn’t asked Sergio if he had found someone to fill that void he knew was
engulfing him. Knowing Sergio, he had. Sergio caught Iker’s eye and dropped his
arms, coming over to his captain.
Not caring that David and Iker were hugging, Sergio wrapped his arms around
them and gave them both kisses on the cheek.
“Good game, Iker.”
“You too, nene.” Iker said as he kissed his cheek back.
“You two were brilliant.” David said, his arm slipping around both of their
backs. Sergio’s eyes flicked towards Fernando who was celebrating with Xabi,
Alvaro and Raul Albiol. Their eyes met only for a moment. Fernando bit his lip,
Sergio looked away and said his thanks to David as they walked towards the
locker rooms. “I will wait out here, yeah?” David asked as Iker and Sergio
walked in to take a quick shower and change.
The plan for the night was a club. There was one in the closest town and the
final wasn’t for another week. Almost everyone was given a pass to leave camp
if they wanted. It was barely late afternoon and they had hours yet until that
party started. They may not be allowed alcohol on the premises but that didn’t
mean they couldn’t get their hands on it elsewhere. David and Iker had fake
IDs, as did Sergio. Sergio had his for years already, using it to get into
clubs in Madrid. There was no reason it couldn’t be used in Italy.
When Iker and Sergio emerged most of the crowd had dissipated, heading towards
the dinning halls for dinner. Sergio couldn’t help but look around. Fernando
hadn’t come into the locker rooms, from what he saw, not that he was looking.
On the pitch their relationship was normal. It was easy, feeding Fernando balls
when he made a run up wide on the right, Fernando was always there. Sergio
could sense Fernando’s frustration at not scoring, about how mad he was at
Pedro for not passing that ball. Sergio wondered that, if they were still
together, if that had any bearing at all on Fernando’s performance as a
striker. He didn’t have much time to ponder it before Fernando rounded a
corner, phone in hand. That explains why he wasn’t in the locker rooms. Their
eyes met once more and Sergio turned away, following David and Iker to the
dinning hall.
Fernando was gripping his phone so tight he swore he almost broke it. Talking
to his older brother about his frustrations was not helping. He wasn’t
connecting, he couldn’t concentrate. When he looked down the field, there was
Sergio. It was never ending agony, seeing him in training and in matches. It
was like a knife was twisting in his gut, his mistake was clear: he said too
much before he thought it through. His jealousy got in the way, it overcame
him. He fucked him then dumped him. If Sergio wasn’t scarred before, he was
now. Fernando didn’t think about if Sergio had found someone at camp. He didn’t
think about the fact that Sergio was inseparable from David and Iker.
Flashbacks to Raul and Guti would plague his mind if he did that. After his
talk with David, he was positive that was not happening. He needed to trust
David.
Not that it mattered, in the end. It wasn’t as if he had a chance. He ripped
out Sergio’s heart and stomped on it repeatedly. His relationship with his
captain was strained. No one knew what was going on, he didn’t think, except
Sergio, Iker, Pepe and him. Pepe was beyond supportive, always inviting him
out, not letting him stay in and sulk. No one seemed to ask why he stopped
coming to poker games, though. Or at least, they hadn’t asked him. He hadn’t
asked Pepe if anyone had asked why. After all, some of his LFC team mates were
in 1A with Sergio. Nothing was how it should be, and he was to blame.
He and Sergio weren’t together when he slept around. He was the one that hadn’t
called. He was the one that cheated, he was the one that caused this rift.
There was no sound reason for Sergio to even want him back. As Fernando
showered he closed his eyes. When he did so all he saw was Sergio running away
from him in the dark, Sergio turning his back on him only minutes before.
Sergio’s figure disappearing into the darkness right before his eyes, as if he
had never been there to begin with.
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The club was packed with footballers and locals. As it turned out, they hadn’t
been carding anyone. They didn’t care as long as you paid your way in and paid
for alcohol. People with no IDs were called and told to get up to the city
stat, that they had found the jack pot. Not the smartest move on Spain’s part,
but they had plenty of time to recover. It didn’t matter though, the
Netherland’s team was out as well.
The music was loud, the bar was busy, and everyone was having a blast. The
clubs was huge, there were different floors. There was the club dance floor,
karaoke, billiards and a bar. For most teams, the stress of the summer was
behind them. All that was left was one final game. All the teams still trained,
there were friendlies happening between teams daily to keep the campers busy.
The final was on the last day of camp. It would be bittersweet, the victory. It
meant the summer was coming to an end, that friends would be parting for the
last time. Most of the Spain team were seniors and would be going to college.
The years of the FIFA summer camps were coming to an end and they might as well
party together while they had the chance.
Pepe was going shot for shot with David Villa. Everyone was positive David
would pass out first, but he held his own. Jamie Carragher was dancing with a
beer in his hand, not a care in the world. Steven, Martin, Daniel and Xabi were
playing a game of billiards. David and Iker joined Sergio on the dance floor,
not unintentionally keeping an eye on him. They knew that he could slip between
their fingers in a moments notice with one of the locals. What they hadn’t
thought of was Sergio and a fellow footballer. Zlatan Ibrahimovic had moved in
without them realizing it. Sergio was two sheets to the wind, easily hanging on
those around him as they moved to the music. Zlatan slipped in easily,
whispering god knows what into Sergio’s ear. David had looked away for only a
moment while Iker was off getting the next round. All David saw as they
disappeared was Zlatan’s arm around Sergio’s shoulder and Sergio’s hand in
Zlatan’s back pocket. David’s eyes searched the crowd, looking for Iker, Pepe,
anyone.
Fernando saw it happen. He saw Zlatan take a shot at the bar and slink up to
Sergio. Fernando admitted that he had been watching Sergio dance. He couldn’t
keep his eyes off of him. Sergio was oblivious to his surroundings, soaking up
the music and the feel of bodies moving against him as they danced. When Zlatan
slithered up to Sergio, Fernando almost charged at him right then and there,
remembering the words that Zlatan had uttered in the cabin weeks prior. Those
words were the ones that he pushed him over the edge, the words that had
shattered his very being. Seeing Zlatan touch Sergio gingerly, flirting with
him, made Fernando’s stomach churn. When he watched them walk out of the crowd,
when he saw where Sergio’s hand was he wanted to punch a wall. If he hadn’t
opened his mouth this wouldn’t be happening. Sergio had been his and he had
been Sergio’s. He had what he wanted and he threw it away because of
insecurities that had eaten at him for so long. Insecurities that hadn’t needed
to be there because Sergio hadn’t cheated on him, hadn’t done anything but be
good to him. At night all Fernando could think about was the last time they
fucked, or any time they did it when Fernando was upset, he tore into Sergio
and all Sergio did in return was give him a tender touch. Sergio was all
comfort and he... he was a monster towards him.
It gutted him, thinking about how horrible he had been. He didn’t deserve
Sergio. But neither did Zlatan. Fernando seethed at the thought of them in a
bathroom, in the alley, against a wall. Fernando finished his drink, slammed it
down on the bar and set off after them. He had to go through the crowd, dodging
past everyone. An arm caught his, spinning him around. It was David.
“Fernando-”
“It can’t be him.” Fernando spat, yanking his arm. David shook his head.
“I am not stopping you, I just want you to realize how much Sergio has had to
drink.” David said, pushing on Fernando’s back and sending him towards the
door. Fernando gave David a nod and swerved through the crowd, pushing past
everyone. He needed to find them. It shouldn’t be hard, they were both tall. He
checked the bathroom first, kicking open the stalls. No one he knew was in
there, except David Villa and David Silva. Villa’s head was close to the
toilet. Pepe had won the shot for shot. Fernando apologized to Silva for
scaring the living daylights out of him as he kicked in the stall. Fernando ran
out of the bathroom, towards the back door. He pushed the heavy door open.
There was a bouncer.
“Did you see a really tall guy leave, with a big ass nose... with a guy in a
ponytail?” He asked, hoping the bouncer knew English. The bouncer shrugged.
Fernando grunted and ran down the steps of the fire exit. He didn’t have to go
far. There they were, Sergio pinned against the brick wall, Zlatan’s hands all
over him. Fernando walked over and body slammed him, knocking him off of
Sergio. It happened fast, Zlatan was shocked at the shove but recovered
quickly. Sergio grasped at Fernando’s arm, his eyes wide with confusion. His
pupils were blown, glazed from alcohol. Zlatan came at Fernando, throwing a
punch. He ducked and countered, hitting him in the nose, then the gut, sending
him to the ground.
“Get the fuck off him, wanker.” Fernando shouted.
“What the fuck, Torres?” He shouted as he stood up, towering over Fernando.
“Stay away from him.” Fernando sneered. Sergio was silent, his arm still on
Fernando’s.
“Why, he just said-”
“I don’t care what he just told you, you aren’t getting anything from him.”
“Oh, and you’re just going to speak for him then?” He spat in his face,
reaching out and cupping Sergio. Sergio swat his hand away and pushed himself
off the wall.
“Don’t touch me.” He said, still holding onto Fernando’s arm. Zlatan sneered.
“You just said you were a sure thing.” He said. “Fucking tease.” Sergio
shrugged.
“It’s not like I am a whore. You didn’t lose any money.” He spat. Fernando’s
gut clenched at hearing Sergio talk like that about himself. Zlatan stalked
off, huffing and puffing the entire way back into the club. Fernando looked to
Sergio, he dropped his hand, he was looking at the ground not meeting
Fernando’s gaze. “Why did you do that, Fer?” He asked, his hands in his
pockets, his body guarded.
“I couldn’t-” Fernando sighed. “Serge, can you look at me please.” Sergio’s
eyes met his. “I couldn’t see you walk off with him.”
“Why?” Fernando bit his lip. Sergio’s eyes were like daggers.
“Because that day, I was upset because he was talking about you in the cabin
with Cristiano.” Fernando said, desperately. “He said how he bet you gave good
head and how he heard you would bend over for anyone.”
“Well according to you, he wasn’t lying.” Sergio said accusatorily. Fernando
shook his head.
“No, no. I was wrong. You didn’t do anything.” Tears were forming in Sergio’s
eyes, he looked away again. “I fucked up so bad, Sergio. I was the one who
cheated. You didn’t. I was the one that pushed you away.”
“Stop, Fer.” He said, his voice shaking.
“You were amazing to me and I treated you like shit.” Fernando couldn’t stop
talking. Tears were falling down his face as he poured his emotions out. “You
never treated me that way, you always gave me everything. I used you. I didn’t
mean it, I swear.” Sergio whipped at his eyes, sniffling back his emotions. He
was too drunk for this. The door to the club opened and Pepe, Iker and David
came stumbling out. They stopped when they saw Sergio and Fernando standing
there.
“Oh good, you found him.” David said. Pepe grabbed onto David before he started
walking down the stairs, pulling him back into the club.
“Let’s just wait inside.” He said. Iker followed them, turning to look at them
one more time before the door closed back. There was silence. Fernando suddenly
felt foolish. He felt like he hadn’t accomplished anything. Sergio wasn’t
looking at him again. Sergio cleared his throat. Fernando looked at him.
Sergio’s face shown confusion, his thoughts were muddled by drink.
“I, I don’t think I can do this right now.” He said meekly. Fernando’s heart
sank, he nodded.
“I understand. I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about me right now either.”
“No, no that isn’t it at all.” Sergio said, pushing off the wall and walking
unbearably close to Fernando. Fernando could feel Sergio breathing against his
skin. “I want you right now, but I know I would regret it in the morning.” He
said. “I haven’t fucked anyone since we broke up. And I am not giving in right
now. I wasn’t going to fuck him.” Sergio said. Fernando’s eyes were lidded,
heavy from having Sergio so close to him. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts were
muddled and thick with sex. Sergio oozed it from every pore, especially right
now. It was intoxicating on its own. Having him so close to him was torture.
“You didn’t?” Fernando asked. Sergio shook his head.
“No. I didn’t. It wouldn’t have been with you and that is what I wanted.” A
tear fell down Fernando’s face, Sergio kissed it. Fernando gasped at the touch,
the kiss that spoke a thousand words. It was like running face first into a
waterfall. His lips burnt a whole through him as his tear disappeared. “But I
am not getting back with you tonight.” He said, fingers ghosting across
Fernando’s stomach. Sergio walked up the stairs and back into the club.
Fernando didn’t know what to do. It was like a barrier had been broken down
between them, a door had opened, communication was restored. But at the same
time he didn’t feel as if anything was really resolved. He stayed outside for a
while after Sergio went back inside. He had to clear his head and being in
there would do nothing for him now.
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When they made it back to camp in a cab with Sergio and Cesc, David and Iker
opted to walk around the camp instead of heading in for the night. More than
buzzed, they stumbled onto the pitch that Iker had played on earlier that day.
Their hands were everywhere, grabbing and pawing at each other in their drunken
stupor. Their lips crashed together violently as they tumbled to the ground,
frantic to be skin to skin. The lights were off and only the moon gave them
sight. Even then, its crescent shape did little for them. There was no need to
see as they ripped at each others’ clothes, doing away with shirts and pants.
Not caring, Iker tossed his shoes away.
Crawling across the grass to where David lay on his back, Iker straddled him,
leaning down and capturing his mouth. Touch meant everything, their heads
buzzing and their hands deftly roaming over sinewy muscle. Iker nipped at
David’s adam’s apple as his mouth trailed down his body, wanting nothing more
than to taste him. David had other plans, and those plans were wrestling.
Rolling over, he pinned Iker to the ground, barely grappling for dominance.
David laughed, throwing his hands in the air as Iker held onto his waist,
perfectly content by being on his back with David sitting on his stomach.
Iker’s hands roamed to David’s ass, his finger ghosting over his hole. David
bit his lip, rolling his hips back against Iker’s finger. Iker retracted it,
putting it in his mouth and slicking it up. David’s ass opened for him, letting
him in easily from their previous fuck earlier in the day. It didn’t take long
before David was fucking himself on three of Iker’s fingers, enjoying the feel
of his boyfriend underneath him.
Iker withdrew his fingers, letting David grab onto his cock and move into him.
David leaned back, his hands on the ground behind him and his feet planted
firmly on the ground by Iker’s chest, moving up and down and controlling the
pace as they fucked. David’s head flew back as Iker’s cock glided across his
prostate, making him scream. He moved again and again the same way, wanting to
feel that rush that overcame his body every time he hit that spot.
Iker came in him, unable to control himself, unaware of how close he was. David
rolled off of him, standing up in front of him, tugging on his neglected cock.
Iker sat up, taking him into his mouth and working him with his tongue until he
came. When he did, he swallowed all of him willingly, knowing that their time
together was quickly running out as the end of camp loomed close in the
distance.
They lay in the grass looking at the stars for what seemed like hours to then
but was really only minutes before they decided showers were in order, silently
pulling on clothes.
“Where are my shoes?” Iker asked. David laughed as he pulled his shirt over his
head.
“You threw them.” He said, grinning. “I bet we won’t find them tonight. Let’s
look in the morning.” He said as he helped gather Iker’s strewn socks. Iker
grunted.
“I would throw my shoes.”
“You would. It’s why I love you.”
“That is not why you love me at all.” Iker slurred slightly, hugging David as
he walked barefoot to their cabin.
 
Chapter 14
Xabi felt intimidated. His stomach was in knots and he was sweating up a storm
and the hearing hadn’t even started yet. He was zoned out, staring ahead of
him. The tie around his neck was claustrophobic, his palms were sweaty from
nerves. His bottom lip was raw from his teeth gnawing at it all morning.
Instead of thinking, he concentrated on breathing in and out. He had to make
sure he kept breathing. As they walked into the courtroom he stopped dead in
his tracks as he saw Cobb standing next to his lawyer. Xabi averted his eyes,
instead finding Steven in the small crowd that turned out. Next to him was
Jamie and Daniel. All of them had ties and jackets on. He felt like he was at a
funeral. He felt like at any moment he could die and since everyone was already
dressed up for it, they could just go ahead and have the funeral right then and
there.
Xabi felt like a zombie as he took his oath, swearing to speak only the truth.
Why would he lie? He wasn’t the one in trouble. He refused to look at Cobb,
instead he talked to the judge.
“How did the meeting start?” Was one of the questions that was asked to him.
Xabi bit his lip and looked at Steven who nodded his head.
“I was called to his office during school one day because the day before I was
with my boyfriend in the locker room, and he saw us.” The judge looked to Cobb.
“Is this true?” He asked. Cobb sighed.
“Yes, my Lord.” He stated. Xabi’s eyes filled with tears from hearing his
voice. He promised himself he wasn’t going to cry. They had only just started
and he was already breaking down. Someone handed him a tissue. He took it but
didn’t touch it to his eyes. Instead he sniffed and looked at the judge.
“And what happened during that first meeting?” Xabi let out a shuddering sigh.
“The first meeting he made me... give him a blow job.” He said the last bit
quickly, it tumbled out of his mouth like word vomit, as if it left a bad taste
in his mouth.
“How did he talk you into it?” Xabi felt weak. How could he have let him do
that to him? All eyes were on him. He couldn’t describe how Cobb made him feel,
how helpless he had been in that office. His hell.
“He threatened my boyfriend’s spot on the team, his captaincy, he threatened
that he would tell my parents what I was doing with him. I was afraid they
would send me back to Spain.” He said, looking at his hands. “I really thought
those things were a big deal at the time.” He added. The judge nodded. Xabi
glanced up at Cobb who was smirking at him. He looked away immediately.
He had to go through everything. Most of the meetings he had in Cobb’s office
were a blur, not knowing which happened why or how many times it happened to
him. He talked about skipping classes that Cobb hadn’t called him out of, about
not going to practice at the end, about how Cobb had forced him into his car,
about how he threw away his phone, about how he cut him. A picture of his scar
was shown to the judge. What seemed like hours later, Xabi stepped down and it
was Daniel Agger’s turn to testify with his evidence: his phone.
“That was quick thinking on your part.” The judge said, just before the audio
was played. Daniel nodded.
“Well when Steven told Martin and I to wait outside I just had the feeling that
it would come in handy. At that point we had just heard about what happened. We
had no idea. I know I was in shock but I wanted something to happen, I didn’t
care about being on the team at that point. I was going with Stevie and Carra
to that office.” He said, looking at Cobb. “And I am glad I got it on audio.”
Cobb sneered at him.
They played the tape out for everyone. Xabi was looking at the judge the entire
time, gauging his reaction to it. It was embarrassing, hearing everything that
Cobb was saying about him to Steven. Hearing how the words effected Steven.
Knowing that Jamie had punched Cobb, Daniel too. Knowing that Steven fell to
the floor. Before it was finished, the judge brought his gavel down, he had
made his decision.
Xabi held his breath as he and Cobb both stood. He felt like none of it was
real, as if he was dreaming. He had plenty of dreams about this moment, but
most of them were nightmares in which Cobb somehow got away, somehow got to
him. He felt like at any moment he would wake up and it would be the previous
year and he would still be in hell, like he would wake up and be in Cobb’s
office.
When the words ‘guilty’ escaped the judge’s lips Xabi felt like he was going to
fall back into his chair. He heard Steven and Carra shout their approval, he
felt his lawyer’s arms around him as the sentence was read. Six years without
parole. He looked over at him, the man that made his life a living hell for a
school year. Cobb licked his lips at him as they handcuffed him. Xabi closed
his eyes. Even now, he felt a chill go down his spine. Cobb had no right to
look at him like that. Xabi felt naked, felt exposed, with Cobb looking at him
like that. Like he owned him. Xabi never wanted to see him again.
He felt Steven’s arms around him, gripping him from behind.
“It’s over lad, you’re free.” He said as he kissed Xabi’s neck. Xabi leaned
back against Steven, his body giving into the stress that the day brought. He
felt weak. He realized he hadn’t eaten since before his flight the day before.
“Alright, Xab?” Steven asked him. Xabi shook his head, turning around.
“I am overwhelmed and Stevie, I didn’t eat. I need to eat.” He said as Jamie
walked up to them, his face beaming. Steven nodded.
“Alright lad, we can eat.” He said. Xabi sat down.
“We going to eat?” Jamie asked, his smile refusing to fade. “We should go to
the best place in town, that’s what I think.” Daniel laughed as he walked over.
“I am up for food. I am starving.” Xabi was quiet, sitting in his chair as he
watched Cobb being walked out of the courtroom by police men. Steven watched
him carefully.
“Yeah, Carra. You pick the place.” Steven said, not caring where they went.
Steven’s hand found its way to Xabi’s shoulder, squeezing it. Xabi snapped out
of it and looked up at him. “You sure you are up for going out?” He asked him.
Xabi nodded.
“I just really need to eat.” He said.
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As soon as they were out of the building Daniel texted Martin and told him to
skive off school to come meet them for lunch. The hearing hadn’t even lasted
into the afternoon. Martin texted Daniel back with news that both he and Pepe
would both be joining the group for lunch.
They piled into a booth, their ties all loosened and their jackets disposed of.
Drinks were ordered, as well as appetizers. Xabi almost drank his entire glass
of soda as soon as he got it. He felt nauseous and in the back of his mind all
he could think about was the fact that he could lose his spot on the Real team
if he lost any weight. He had dropped ten pounds since he found out that Steven
told everyone and that he was going to have to testify. The doctor understood
the reasoning behind it all, especially now that Xabi had to go to a therapist
on top of everything else. That still didn’t mean that the doctor would wave
him off and say he could still play even if he was underweight.
Steven was sitting next to Xabi and even though he felt relieved and happy at
the sentence of Cobb, Xabi’s demeanor made him subdued. Something was nagging
at him when he should be happy. Steven’s arm snaked around Xabi protectively as
they sat, his hand resting on Xabi’s hip. It reminded him of the time, before
they were dating, when they were at the pub and crammed into a booth. Xabi and
he were different then, not plagued with nightmares in the form of their coach.
They were at the same school and only had to worry about winning games and
keeping Steven’s grades enough so that he was able to stay on the team.
Xabi’s hand found Steven’s under the table. Having him near was a blessing and
a curse at the same time. He was sure that if Steven wasn’t present earlier he
wouldn’t have been able to testify. The fact that they didn’t have to hide how
they felt around their friends was a weight off of his shoulders. But at the
same time, having Steven’s arm around him right now, especially since they
didn’t have sex last night, his body was on fire. When their food arrived
Steven released his grip on Xabi’s side and he immediately missed his touch.
Xabi felt deprived of what he wanted most. He didn’t want food, he wanted
Steven.
He thought again about his doctors, about the trial, about his starting spot
for Real. He ate almost all of his food, only stopping because his stomach
started to protest. He didn’t want to make himself sick.
“So, Xabi, how long are you in town for?” Martin asked. Xabi shrugged.
“I have to go back to school. We were unsure about how long the trial would
take. I called my parents and they were going to call back once they booked a
flight. It is all up to them.” Xabi said. He hoped his parents would let him
stay for a few days so he could be with Steven. But he knew that they wouldn’t
want him to miss school more than he had to.
“It is Wednesday now, they should let you stay the weekend!” Daniel said. Xabi
shrugged.
“I would love that but I do not think that is what will happen.” Steven was
quiet throughout the conversation and Xabi knew that it was because Steven
didn’t really get along well with his family. As if on cue, his parents called.
Xabi answered, in Spanish. When he hung up his shoulders were slumped. Steven
looked at him expectantly.
“Are you leaving tonight?” He asked. Xabi shook his head.
“No, not tonight. The morning.” He said, his voice soft and low. Steven nodded,
not saying anything else but letting his hand travel back to Xabi’s waist. Xabi
looked up at his friends expectantly. “So I guess we will just have to make the
most of today.” He said, smiling. Daniel and Jamie nodded in agreement.
Steven wanted to be alone with Xabi. He wanted him against a wall, he wanted
him on his bed, he wanted him in the car, in the shower, in the backyard, on
the floor... The morning. He only had until the morning. Everything went so
fast. He now wished the trial was still going on, he wanted more time. It would
be ages before he saw Xabi again. Xabi just implied that they were going to
spend the afternoon and evening with everyone, but they had the night before. A
small pang of possession came over Steven, only for a moment. He wanted Xabi to
himself. He regretted his thoughts almost immediately. It wasn’t fair to the
others. Xabi’s face turned towards his, his lips close to his ear.
“I still want those three times you promised me.” He whispered. Steven smiled.
“I promise.” Steven said, his voice not trying to be quiet.
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When Steven and Xabi got to Steven’s house his parents were still at work and
his sister still at after school care. Steven took off his tie and hung it over
his shoulder, glad to be rid of it. They walked up the stairs and into Steven’s
room, closing the door behind them.
“I can’t believe it is over.” Xabi said as he stripped off his pants and
collared shirt, leaving him in boxer briefs and an undershirt. Steven’s eyes
raked over him as he nodded. Xabi feigned to grab new clothes but Steven
grabbed him around the waist and threw him onto the bed playfully.
“Don’t even think about getting dressed, you.” He said as he planted a kiss to
Xabi’s cheek then neck then got off the bed to strip his own clothes off. Xabi
laughed. “And I am glad it is over, he deserved what he got.” Steven said as he
threw his clothes haplessly onto the floor, not caring where they landed.
Steven climbed on top of Xabi, straddling him and making Xabi hum with
happiness.
“I need you.” Xabi whispered, his hands grasping at Steven’s thighs. Steven bit
his lip as he brought his hand over Xabi’s crotch, rubbing against the fabric.
“I know lad, we are getting there.” He said as Xabi’s hips rolled upwards. “Are
you sure, though? You are in the right state?” Steven wanted Xabi so badly, but
he didn’t want to use him. He didn’t want Xabi to be using him either, to
forget or as an escape. Xabi nodded.
“You promised.” He said, his fingers raking against Steven’s thighs. Steven
nodded.
“I know I did, Xab.” Xabi sat up, cupping Steven’s face with his hands and
kissing him.
“So, I want you.” He said as his fingers slipped past the fabric of Steven’s
boxers and grabbed his erection. Steven moaned into his mouth. Steven pulled
Xabi’s shirt over his head as Xabi jacked him off, his wrist twisting and
pumping him hard. “I have an idea.” Xabi said, his voice raspy.
“What, lad?” Steven asked, licking his lips as he watched Xabi smirk.
“Stand at the edge of the bed for me.” Xabi said. Steven nodded and got off of
Xabi’s lap, taking his boxers off as he stood at the foot of the bed. Kneeling
back on his feet, Xabi sat by the edge of the bed and placed his hands on
Steven’s hips. He took Steven’ into his mouth, licking at the head, humming as
he did so. Steven’s head tilted back as he let out a moan, his fingers raking
through Xabi’s hair. Then, Xabi withdrew his mouth, laying down on his back,
his hands sliding down to Steven’s thighs.
“What are you doing, you? Steven said, laughing.
“Blowing you upside down.” Xabi said, smirking. Steven groaned as Xabi took him
back into his mouth, sliding his cock in all the way until it hit the back of
his throat.
“Oh fuck me, Xab. This is just...your fucking mouth.” He said as he thrust his
hips forward, fucking Xabi’s mouth. Xabi relaxed his jaw, letting Steven take
the lead.
The noises Xabi’s mouth was making was pushing Steven over the edge, loving the
feeling as he hit the back of Xabi’s throat repeatedly and knowing that Xabi
liked it, that he wanted it. Steven pulled back. As he did so he looked down at
Xabi, his mouth looked red, debauched, and thoroughly fucked. Steven’s thumb
found its way into Xabi’s mouth. He let Xabi’s tongue twirl around it, sending
shivers down his spine. Xabi was still wearing his boxer briefs and his
erection was clearly evident.
“What do you want, Xab?” Steven asked. Xabi hummed, Steven’s thumb was still in
his mouth. He let it go with a pop.
“I want your mouth on me.” He said, his hands cupping himself through his
briefs. Steven bit his lip as he watched him. Steven grabbed his bag underneath
his bed, getting the lube and a condom out of it. “I want-”
Steven yanked Xabi’s briefs off of him. “Fuck.” Xabi spat as Steven sprawled
out onto the bed and spread Xabi’s legs wide and wet his entrance with his
tongue, ignoring his throbbing cock. “Fuck Stevie, yes. That is what I want.”
He said as Steven’s tongue probed him, opening him. Xabi grabbed a hold of his
erection, slowly pumping it as his toes curled as a reaction to Steven’s mouth
on him. Xabi whimpered as Steven added a finger in along with his tongue,
taking his time opening him up for him. “You talk about loving my mouth, Jesus
Christ.” Steven laughed against Xabi’s entrance as Xabi squirmed against him.
“Impatient?” Steven asked. Xabi nodded, yanking on his cock.
“Very.” Steven sat up and put on the condom, slicking it up with lube.
“Alright lad.” Steven said as he lined himself up, then pushed against him.
Xabi’s body welcomed him, opening up for him as he thrust his hips forward.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed. Xabi whimpered, nodding his head.
“Yes, keep going Stevie.” He said, his eyes shut tight. Steven did as he was
told, leaning down and kissing Xabi softly on the lips as he slowly moved in
and out, his hips rolling. Xabi’s ankles linked around Steven’s, letting Steven
bear down onto Xabi, his cock trapped between their stomachs. Xabi gently
placed kisses along Steven’s collarbone and neck, his chin, his cheeks, his
lips. Steven didn’t pick up the pace, wanting to keep the momentum slow and
drawn out as he hit Xabi’s prostate. Xabi whimpered the first time he hit it,
and when he did it again he moaned. The third time he thrust against it, Xabi
screamed with pleasure, the slow thrust making it feel all the more electric as
if the pressure was building up.
Steven withdrew from Xabi, grabbed a hold of his torso and scooted him to the
end of the bed, his shoulders hanging over the edge. He reentered him and
pushed Xabi’s arms over his head so that they were hanging off the bed. Xabi
let his body go limp, letting the blood rush to his head as Steven began
thrusting into him once more. His body tingled all over, making him feel light
headed and thoroughly fucked. With every thrust he moaned, not wanting it to
end, the feeling of Steven inside of him like this. He couldn’t believe of
amazing it felt, how close to coming he was just by his body halfway hanging
off the bed.
“Stevie, fuck.” He shouted as he came against their chests. Steven wasn’t done
though, not quite.
“Alright lad, I want to flip you over.” Steven said, his voice gruff. Xabi
nodded as Steven pulled out of him, his chest heaving. Xabi rolled over and got
off the bed. Steven sat at the edge of the bed. “Sit on me, your back against
my chest, Xab.” He said. Xabi did as he asked, Steven reentered him once more.
Grabbing onto Xabi’s legs and making him kneel as he straddled him, Steven
pushed on Xabi’s back. “Hands on the floor, you.” He said. Xabi gasped as he
did it, bringing his knees to the edge of the bed and dropping his hands onto
the floor for leverage. He felt unbelievably full, Steven moved only a small
amount before Xabi started grinding back against him. The angle alone made Xabi
moan Steven’s name repeatedly. He needed this, he needed all of it. The moment
was perfect, the feeling of ecstasy washed over him as he rode Steven, the
blood still rushing to his head. It didn’t take Steven long to come, the
pressure was so immense with the change of angle. When he pulled out Xabi
rolled onto the ground, spent. The look on his face said everything, he was
quite thoroughly fucked and couldn’t be happier.
Steven grinned.
“Are you going to fall asleep on the floor?” He asked. Xabi closed his eyes and
nodded.
“I’m not moving.” Steven laughed, tossing a blanket onto the floor.
“Alright, at least roll over on to this.” He said. Xabi rolled onto his back,
his eyes still closed. Steven kneeled next to him and leaned over, licking the
come off of his chest. “You made a fucking mess.”
“You love my mess.” Xabi hummed. Steven chuckled as he grabbed a tissue and
whipped himself off.
“That is round one of three down.” Steven said as he curled up next to Xabi.
Xabi opened his eyes.
“I thought that would count as two.”
“No, that was just one.” Steven said as he captured his lips with his. Xabi
made a noise. “I thought you would like that.”
Chapter 15
A massive headache. A massive headache and the smell of alcohol, and a phone
buzzing. Sergio Ramos woke up by his phone buzzing in his pocket. His head
throbbing, nauseous, he dug it out of his pocket to see who was ringing him. It
was light out, he knew that much because he didn’t even want to open his eyes.
He decided against looking to see who it was, he just hit send.
“Yes?” He croaked out, his voice too loud for his head.
“I need to talk to you.” A familiar voice told him. He hit the volume button on
his phone. The voice was practically yelling at him and he didn’t appreciate it
at all.
“Fine.” He mumbled.
“Can I come now?”
“I don’t care.” He said as he hit end. He was still wearing his clothes from
last night, he was on top of his covers. He didn’t move. His thoughts were
fuzzy, as well as his memory from the night before. He did remember going
somewhere with Zlatan. He felt like he was going to be sick everywhere. He
rolled out of the bed, landing on his hands and knees. He stood fast, too fast.
He covered his mouth with his hand as he ran into the bathroom. He ended up not
being sick. He wished he had though, he knew he would feel better if he got
sick. He turned on a shower, stripping down carelessly. He wasn’t sure what
would feel better, cold or warm water. He did warm, like a normal person. He
stood under the spray lifelessly, unmoving. His head was tilted back and his
arms hug limping at his side. He was sure he fell asleep. Someone cleared their
throat, he opened his eyes and looked over. It was Fernando. Sergio’s eyes went
wide.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, uncaring that his ex was standing in the
bathroom and he was naked.
“I called you.” He said. Sergio nodded slowly, of course it was Fernando on the
phone. He hadn’t even registered it as him.
“Give me a few. I just woke up.” He said as he grabbed shampoo and lathered it
up in his hair. Fernando stood there.
“Maybe I should just come back-”
“Fer, it is fine. Just... can you find me some pain killers?” He asked, his
face scrunching up in pain. “I have a fucking hangover.” Fernando disappeared.
Sergio let out a long sigh. Why the fuck was he here so early in the morning?
When he reappeared he held out his hand with pills in it. Sergio grabbed them,
popped them in his mouth and turned around in the shower, swallowing the pills
with warm water. “Thanks.” He said as he rinsed his hair and soaped up. “Is
anyone else up?”
“No.”
“What time is it?” Sergio asked.
“9:30.”
“The fuck you say?” Sergio said as he looked at Fernando.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“So you thought you could just wake me up?”
“I wanted to talk.” Sergio didn’t respond to him as he turned off the shower,
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his torso. He walked over to his sink
and grabbed his tooth brush and went about his morning routine, sans shaving.
Fuck it, he thought.
Fernando stood silently watching him. Walking in and not seeing Sergio in bed
had scared him. He thought that he had run off somewhere. He was about to walk
back to his cabin when he heard the shower going. He wasn’t sure why he called
so early, why he came over, why he was watching him brush his teeth. Watching
Sergio shower reminded him about last summer, about how Sergio had waited for
him outside the shower to tell him that Olalla had called. It reminded him of
the time he had walked into his hotel room and Sergio just had the towel around
his waist, just showered. About how Fernando yanked it off his body. But this
time it was different. It wasn’t an awkward silence. It was calm, easy, and
slightly melancholy. If Sergio was uncomfortable he didn’t show it.
“Do you have a hang over?” He asked Fernando. Fernando shook his head. Sergio
scoffed. “Of course not.” He said smiling that smile that melted Fernando’s
heart. “Let me grab clean clothes.” He said as he went back and fetched his
clothes from the night before. Fernando walked into the quiet cabin, everyone
was still sleeping through their hangovers. He watched Sergio dig through his
suitcase that was already packed. Fernando’s stomach tightened. Seeing his
suitcase was another reminder that Fernando wrecked everything, ruined the
precious time that they had together. He looked away, finding a spot on the
floor to stare at as he fought his emotions. No matter what, within the week,
everyone would be gone.
“Why are you already packed?” Fernando asked. Sergio was jumping into a pair of
jeans.
“I love packing.” A simple response. Fernando didn’t know anything about
Sergio, he realized. He didn’t know if he liked fish, he didn’t know what his
favorite show was, he didn’t even know what he liked to drink. He didn’t know
what side of the bed he slept on, he didn’t know if he liked coke or pepsi, he
didn’t know his favorite color. Fernando bit his lip. They did everything
wrong, they were broken and backwards. All sex, no relationship. It was doomed
from the beginning.
Before he knew it, Sergio was standing in front of him, that smile on his face.
How he could smile at Fernando, he wasn’t sure. Nothing was fair, everything
was fucked up. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and cry like a girl. But
he knew crying wouldn’t get him anything.
“Where did you want to talk?” He asked. Fernando looked at the ground and
shrugged.
Sergio bit his lip. Fernando’s demeanor had changed. It wasn’t like that only
moments before. He just witnessed the disintegration of Fernando’s resolve, he
knew that much. “Fer, let’s take a walk.” He offered. Fernando nodded his head
and walked out of the cabin, leaving behind Sergio’s bunkmates. They walked in
silence for a little bit, until they reached one of the training fields. No one
was around, everyone given the morning off. Sergio sat, crossing his legs.
Fernando joined him. They sat facing each other. “About last night, Fer.”
Sergio didn’t want to beat around the bush. He wanted to talk.
“I shouldn’t have...”
“Shouldn’t have what?” Sergio asked. Fernando shrugged.
“Everything.” He said as he picked at a blade of grass. Sergio sighed, leaning
back on his hands.
“So you didn’t mean what you said last night?” Fernando looked up, Sergio’s
gaze was intense.
“I didn’t say that. I was totally serious about what I said. I wasn’t sure if
you remembered-”
“I remember.” Sergio said. “But why say you shouldn’t have?”
“I had no right to stop Ibra.”
“I am glad you did.”
“Yeah?” Fernando asked. Sergio’s eyebrows rose.
“Very. You remember what I said, didn’t you?” Fernando nodded. “I meant what I
said too.”
“That you would regret it if you slept with me?”
“That I didn’t sleep with anyone because they weren’t you.” Fernando bit his
lip, he felt his cheeks go red.
“I forgot about that part.”
“I meant it, Fer.” Silence. Sergio sighed, still leaning back casually. “You
fucked up.”
“I did.”
Sergio grinned. Fernando let a small smile creep up on his face as he watched
Sergio look at him. He didn’t feel pressured, talking to him. He didn’t feel
like he was sinking, didn’t feel like his world was ending.
“I meant every word I said. I treated you like shit.”
“You didn’t.”
“Don’t. I did. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I said to you.”
“I did, though. I fucked everything.”
“I did that to you though.”
“I did it to myself.” Fernando sighed.
“I am the one that cheated, not you. You should have dumped me.”
“No.” Sergio said without explanation. Fernando looked away. “No, we made the
right choice.”
“Which time?”
“Last summer.” Fernando nodded, glad Sergio didn’t say a few weeks ago.
“I love you, Fer.” Sergio said, sitting up straight. “And fuck if I wouldn’t
love to be with you but I can’t do that to myself right now.” Fernando nodded
silently. That was that, then.
“I fucked up so bad.” Sergio sighed. “I just hope you forgive me somehow.” He
said, mumbling his words. Sergio smiled.
“I do.”
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Training the rest of the week went by in a flash. Moods were high, everyone was
buzzing about the final. Sergio and Fernando talked to each other just as much
as they talked to others, Sergio slung his arm around Fernando’s shoulder as he
did the same to Xabi Alonso as they walked from training to dinner one of the
nights, and Fernando couldn’t be happier. For the first time in their three
year relationship, they were friends. True friends, no expectations and no
forcing conversation. They watched movies with Alvaro and Raul. Fernando found
out that Sergio loved horror, but not needless gore like the Saw movies. Sergio
found out that Fernando was scared of evil children and couldn’t eat cotton
candy because when he was little he watched Killer Clowns from Outerspace and
he was off cotton candy for life.
When Fernando joined in on a poker night, Pepe, Iker, and David couldn’t
contain their happiness. Fernando and Sergio didn’t sit next to each other, but
there was banter. So much banter, in fact, that Jamie Carragher told them to
get a room, not knowing that that was indeed what they wanted to do. Sergio
made David translate what the Scouser had said about them. It ended with
laughter and a “I wish” tagged onto the end.
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It was the night before the big game, the end of the tournament. Steven’s plane
was leaving the following night. He cursed his flight, which left a mere two
hours after the final was due to end. He would miss the end of the match
because he would be on the road. His parents had booked it as soon as he told
them that England was out, without his input. It wasn’t their fault, but he
wanted to celebrate with Xabi if Spain won.
There was a strict curfew, coaches wanting to make sure their teams had plenty
of sleep. For the first time all summer, there was a head count in the cabins,
and it was lights out by 11PM. It was torture, being in the same cabin, the
same bunk, but not being able to be near each other. Steven was laying in the
bunk above him and here Xabi was, texting him. In their cabin, only Xabi and
Gerard Pique were playing the next day, but everyone was in bed. It was just
past midnight they had been texting since lights out. The only noises in the
cabin were Gerard’s light snoring and the tapping sounds of Steven and Xabi’s
phones. ‘I don’t want you to go tomorrow.’ Xabi said. ‘Lad, I don’t want to
either.’ Steven responded immediately. ‘Come to Spain.’ Xabi said, pouting into
his pillow. ‘You come to England.’ Steven said back. Xabi grunted. ‘Don’t make
noises, you.’ Xabi stifled a laugh. ‘I will try not to breathe.’ He said,
biting his lip. He heard Steven sigh. ‘You think anyone’s awake?’ Steven asked.
‘I am not having sex in the bathroom with everyone in the room.’ Xabi flat out
denied Steven. ‘I wasn’t going to ask for a fuck, just a peck on the cheek.’
Steven responded. ‘Since when has anything stopped at a peck on the cheek?’
Xabi asked. He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom, keeping the
light off.
He didn’t have to wait long for Steven to join him in a shower stall, all the
way in the corner of the bathroom. Xabi’s arms immediately wrapped around
Steven’s waist, his face finding the nook between Steven’s shoulder and neck
easily. His lips brushed against Steven’s collarbone, he wasn’t wearing a
shirt.
“You tease.” Xabi whispered. Steven chuckled lightly.
“Not a tease, I hadn’t been wearing a shirt the whole time.” He said as he
captured Xabi’s lips with his.
“Doesn’t matter. Still a tease.”
“You would know, you’re the biggest tease ever.” Xabi looked affronted by
Steven’s words.
“I was going to blow you but now you get nothing.” Xabi said against Steven’s
neck, nipping at his skin playfully. Steven groaned. “Keep quiet, voices carry
in bathrooms.” Xabi hissed as his hand slid down Steven’s chest and slipped
underneath the elastic band of his boxers, gripping his hardening cock in his
palm.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t blow me?” Steven whispered into Xabi’s ear as
his hands tugged at Xabi’s shirt.
“Is my hand my mouth?” Xabi quipped. Steven snorted as Xabi twisted his wrist.
“Cheeky bastard.” Steven said as he kissed him, his hands cupping Xabi’s face.
“I’m going to miss you, lad.” He said, his eyes closing as Xabi’s hand worked
him into a frenzy.
“It went by too fast.” Xabi whispered, his head dropping down to Steven’s
shoulder. Steven’s hands traveled down, slipping Xabi’s pajama pants down and
wrapping his fingers around him. Xabi bit his lip, holding back a whimper as
one hand jacked him off while Steven wet one of his fingers then pressed it
against Xabi’s entrance. Xabi backed into his touch, moaning against Steven’s
shoulder as his finger entered him. “Stevie, please. I can’t. I don’t want to
fuck-”
“Shh, lad. We aren’t I just want this.” Steven said as he bent his finger,
ghosting against Xabi’s prostate. Xabi bit his shoulder, making Steven hiss.
“Fuck, lad.” He said as he stroked Xabi’s erection and fucked him with his
finger. Xabi’s panting was pushing him over the edge, knowing that this was it,
this was all they would have. Steven came into Xabi’s hand, grunting. He
quickened his pace, twisting his wrist and pumping fervently. Xabi’s arms
snaked around him, holding on for dear life as they stood in the shower stall.
Steven dropped to his knees and took Xabi into his mouth. He wanted to taste
him, wanted to have him one more time. Xabi’s palms were against the tiles of
the stall, leaning heavily against the wall. His knees were weak and he knew he
was done as soon as Steven’s tongue touched him.
“Stevie-” Was all he was able to say before he came. Steven swallowed him
eagerly. As he stood up he wiped his mouth on his forearm before their lips
crashed together, not wanting to go to bed, not wanting the next day to come.
Xabi pulled his pants back up while Steven washed his hands. After one final
kiss, they walked back into the silent cabin and crawled into bed. Without
another word, they went to sleep knowing that they wouldn’t have time alone
again before Steven left.
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The lead up to the final was a blur, the coach’s last words of encouragement
hung on the tips of their lips as Spain walked onto the field. It was surreal
as the whistle blew and kick off happened. Determination and ambition swept
through the team as they rushed at the ball. Yellow cards were flying
everywhere, desperation taking hold as the Cup dangled in front of both team’s
faces. Nothing serious happened, until De Jong.
Steven swore it happened in slow motion, De Jong’s kick to Xabi’s chest. Daniel
Agger was standing next to him, screaming at his bunk mate. Steven’s mouth went
dry as Xabi went down, as the ref gave a yellow card. He was livid. In no way
was that a yellow, that was a blatant red. Xabi was on the ground and he
couldn’t do anything. He felt Jamie’s arm around him, he was sure he was
talking to him but Steven didn’t notice and didn’t hear anything. Xabi,
miraculously, wasn’t on the ground for long. Steven was positive he was going
to be taken off, cracked ribs or something. By the time the half time whistle
blew Steven knew he had to try to go talk to Xabi on the sidelines.
“Xabi.” Stevens shouted as he inched behind their bench. Xabi walked over,
chest heaving from exertion.
“Stevie, I am OK.” Xabi said as he put water in his mouth then spit it out.
“Are you sure? For fuck’s sake-”
“I am in pain but I don’t think anything is broken.” He said, glad to be able
to talk to Steven before he left. He could tell by the look in Steven’s eyes
that he wanted to tell him he loved him. Xabi only nodded.
“I almost ran out on the field.” Steven said, dead serious. Xabi smiled.
“I would have told you to get the fuck off of it.”
“I know you would have.” Silence. Precious moments were left. “I am going to
have to go soon. Dagger is going to keep me updated, texting.” He said quickly.
Xabi nodded.
“I will call you when I have a free moment.”
“You won’t if you win. Kiss the cup for me.” Steven said.
“I will. And I will call you.” He said as he turned around and walked back to
his team mates. Steven sighed.
Steven was in a cab on the way to the airport and he was already bugging the
shit out of Daniel Agger for updates. Daniel was sending him one word responses
and to him, that wasn’t good enough. He was past security and sitting by his
gate by the time Daniel texted him with: ‘116th minute Iniesta scores! Spain
wins!’ Steven was ecstatic for Xabi. He sent Pepe and Fernando congratulatory
texts. He had no idea what to say to Dirk, no words would be able to console
him right now. He was going to wait for a call from Xabi. He still had plenty
of time before his plane took off. If he didn’t hear from him by the time he
had to board, he would text him.
Andres Iniesta scored and all hell broke loose. Everyone ran to him, ran to
each other. Iker fell to his knees and started crying, there was a pile on
Andres as it set in that they won, that it was over and they had the tournament
cup. Fernando looked around, his eyes locking on Sergio. Emotions flooded out
of him, tears were in his eyes as they embraced. Sergio was elated, the smile
plastered across his face was evidence of that fact. When they broke apart,
Fernando’s hands were on Sergio’s waist and Sergio’s arms were around
Fernando’s shoulders, at ease as they walked towards their team mates. As they
walked Sergio kissed his cheek, congratulating him.
“Sergio-”
“Fer, I want to be with you, but I think us taking it slow would be best. Let’s
see how college works out.” Sergio said quickly as they walked over to the
medal ceremony that was about to start. Fernando smiled and nodded. Starting
slowly sounded amazing to him, being friends and getting to know Sergio was
what he had always wanted. College was just around the corner and they would
have all the time in the world.
“Friends.” Fernando said, holding his hand out. Sergio laughed and swatted it
away and hugged him again as they stood in line.
“Friends.”
After the ceremony Xabi dashed off to his cabin with everyone else who wanted
to shower. He dialed Steven’s number as fast as he could.
“Xabi, I was just about to text you.” Steven said into the phone, foregoing a
hello.
“Sorry the ceremony took forever.”
“No need to apologize! You won! Congratulations, Xab. You deserve it,
especially after that bloody blow.” He said. Xabi laughed.
“Thanks, they gave me pain killers.”
“They better have. Listen I have to board, but I will see you before you know
it.” Steven said.
“I know. I will see you in the fall.” Xabi said into the speaker. “And call me
when you land.”
“I will.”
 
Epilogue
The phone rang just the once before Steven picked it up.
“Hey, you.”
“Hi, Steven. Guess what I got in the mall today.” Xabi said, his smile could be
heard across the line. Steven laughed.
“No clue, lad.”
“My fall schedule.” He said excitedly. Steven beamed. College started within
the month, and they were both attending UEFA University with their friends.
“Oh yeah, what are you taking? All gen eds?” Steven asked.
“Well the normal Freshman courses like health, history, maths, chemistry... But
it is just the fact that I got it in the mail. It means I see you soon.” Steven
couldn’t help but smile.
“Being on campus with you is going to blow my mind.”
“Did you get your room assignment yet?” Xabi asked. “I haven’t gotten mine.”
“No, I haven’t. But we will both be in the sports dorm, yeah? Maybe some of us
will have footballers as room mates.” Steven said, hoping it would be true.
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Fernando just finished getting all of his stuff out of his parents car and was
about to start to unpack when he heard a knock at the door. His room mate, Raul
Meireles, surely wouldn’t knock on his own door. As soon as he opened the door,
he was attacked by Sergio.
He almost lost his balance as Sergio hugged him, pulling him into a bear hug
and lifting him easily off the ground like they didn’t weigh the same amount.
When Sergio put him down he was smiling.
“I am only two floors from you. You won’t be able to get rid of me.” He beamed.
Fernando laughed.
“I wouldn’t want to get rid of you anyways.” He jested.
“So is this going to be the xbox 360 gaming center?” Sergio asked as he looked
around. Fernando nodded.
“Raul is just about as addicted as I am so probably.”
“Between you and Alvaro and Albiol, you guys are never going to classes.” Raul
Albiol and Alvaro Arbeloa were just down the hall. Sergio saw them with their
door open and they already had the gaming system set up.
“I will to go to class.” Fernando said, affronted that Sergio thought he would
flunk out. “Did you get top bunk like you wanted?” Fernando asked him. Sergio
nodded.
“I did. We flipped a coin for it.” Sergio said. “I won.” Sergio was sharing a
room with Jesus Navas.
“Of course you did. He probably would have given you the top anyways, though.”
“Probably.” They both smiled at each other, happy to be at the same school for
once.
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