2 Drabbles.
Well, it's been a while since I posted/written anything but now I present 2 little drabbles. (:
EVERYTHING'S FAKE. SO THERE YA GO. (:
Title: 'It's Addictive'
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Word Count: 222
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"No. Xabi, you're not putting that in your mouth," He says, before reaching across Xabi's bare chest and grabbing the cigarette out of Xabi's hand. "Not in my house, my room."
Xabi frowned. No fair. "Stevie." He said, he held out a hand, waiting for his teammate (partner? captain? lover?) to place the last stick in the pack back into his hands as they both engaged in a mini-staring competition.
"Steven." He muttered, breaking the momentary silence between the two. He crawled over to the other end of the bed where Stevie sat, reaching out for the last stick of the pack. "Stevie, give it back." He reached further as Stevie stretched backwards.
Xabi's foot slipped off the bed while dragging his body over to Stevie he grabbed onto Stevie's arm, causing them both to fall off the bed. "Oomph." He mutered as Stevie landed on top of him. A smirk spread across Stevie's as he put the cigarette on the bedside table above their heads. Xabi groans a Stevie leans in for a kiss (or kisses?).
It was not until after a series of sucking and nibbling and a flurry of arms and legs that they lay flat on their backs, hot and sweaty. Xabi turns to Stevie, hand on his chest, panting a little. "That..." He said. "was more addictive than smoking."
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Title: 'Batman'
Rating: PG
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word Count: 193
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He just walks into the dressing room; he adjusts the mask on his face.
He sets his bag down beside him.
"Mornin', Batman." He sniggers.
"Wha-?" He begins to say, then sighs exasperatedly, cheeks puffing out a little in the way he likes it. "I want to play, Frank, and you know it." He says, returning to adjust the mask on his face.
"Mmmhmm. Whatever you say, Batman."
He tsk-ed, then as he bends to pick up his shoes, he spanks him. He jumps; he laughs.
"What was that for?" He asks jokingly, right hand rubbing where he was hit (or molested, really).
"That's for calling me 'Batman"." He receives a blur look from his vice-captain. "Sorry, it's a habit. I do that to my kids when they call me that." He smiles.
A eyebrow was raised. "You spank them?"
"Mmhmm."
Silence.
"So who's your Robin?"
He smiles, then, catching him off guard, he leans forward, cups his face gently with his hands, and presses his lips against his lover.
They pull away after a while, their foreheads pressed together, breath a little ragged.
"Does that count as my answer?" He says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
EVERYTHING'S FAKE. SO THERE YA GO. (:
Title: 'It's Addictive'
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Word Count: 222
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"No. Xabi, you're not putting that in your mouth," He says, before reaching across Xabi's bare chest and grabbing the cigarette out of Xabi's hand. "Not in my house, my room."
Xabi frowned. No fair. "Stevie." He said, he held out a hand, waiting for his teammate (partner? captain? lover?) to place the last stick in the pack back into his hands as they both engaged in a mini-staring competition.
"Steven." He muttered, breaking the momentary silence between the two. He crawled over to the other end of the bed where Stevie sat, reaching out for the last stick of the pack. "Stevie, give it back." He reached further as Stevie stretched backwards.
Xabi's foot slipped off the bed while dragging his body over to Stevie he grabbed onto Stevie's arm, causing them both to fall off the bed. "Oomph." He mutered as Stevie landed on top of him. A smirk spread across Stevie's as he put the cigarette on the bedside table above their heads. Xabi groans a Stevie leans in for a kiss (or kisses?).
It was not until after a series of sucking and nibbling and a flurry of arms and legs that they lay flat on their backs, hot and sweaty. Xabi turns to Stevie, hand on his chest, panting a little. "That..." He said. "was more addictive than smoking."
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Title: 'Batman'
Rating: PG
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Word Count: 193
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He just walks into the dressing room; he adjusts the mask on his face.
He sets his bag down beside him.
"Mornin', Batman." He sniggers.
"Wha-?" He begins to say, then sighs exasperatedly, cheeks puffing out a little in the way he likes it. "I want to play, Frank, and you know it." He says, returning to adjust the mask on his face.
"Mmmhmm. Whatever you say, Batman."
He tsk-ed, then as he bends to pick up his shoes, he spanks him. He jumps; he laughs.
"What was that for?" He asks jokingly, right hand rubbing where he was hit (or molested, really).
"That's for calling me 'Batman"." He receives a blur look from his vice-captain. "Sorry, it's a habit. I do that to my kids when they call me that." He smiles.
A eyebrow was raised. "You spank them?"
"Mmhmm."
Silence.
"So who's your Robin?"
He smiles, then, catching him off guard, he leans forward, cups his face gently with his hands, and presses his lips against his lover.
They pull away after a while, their foreheads pressed together, breath a little ragged.
"Does that count as my answer?" He says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.