Teammates, Steven Gerrard, PG-13
Title: Teammates
Characters: Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Xabi Alonso implied: Xabi Alonso/Fernando Torres
Prompt: Teammates
Rating: PG-13. :)
Warnings: Swear words, I guess.
A/N: wrote this during Biology period. Hee. First time writing them with accents. :) OH! And first funny fic. Kind of. Bit choppy on some parts, feedback please!
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Their lips met, their bodies pressed against each other. Xabi’s hand slid up, under his black training jacket, then his hand moved to his chest to tweak a nipp-
“Kinda weird, innit?” Carra laughed as he hit stevie’s back in a friendly manner. Stevie grunted and moved to left on the bench, allowing Carra to sit beside him. Xabi seemed a bit shy to do something as audacious as snogging in public. Fernando Torres though… well, this being based on first-impression-judgments. That or they just didn’t know anyone was watching.
Looking.
Whatever. No one really could unless you really really meant to seek out teammates making out by the benches, which no one really did, anyway. On Fridays, at least.
And today was such a day, a Friday, and everyone went home pretty quickly to get some things done before Pepe’s pre-premiership-party (which he never had) so it was just a cover-up for what it really was, which was a let’s-get-fernando-fucking-torres-drunk-like-fuck-tonight-party.
From what Steven was seeing, it looked like Fernando didn’t need to get drunk as a donkey to experience a LOT of fun.
Err. Right.
Shut up inner voice.
Carra checked his watch.
“Maybe we should give ‘em a head’s up tha’ Rafa’ll be comin’, yeah?”
Stevie nodded. “You do it.”
Carra’s face contorted.
“Wha? Why me?”
“Why not you?”
“You should do it.”
“Why me?”
“I dunno, maybe ‘cause you’re fookin CAPTAIN?”
“Well you’re the vice-cap’ain, aren’t ye? ‘sides. You came up with tha’ idea.”
“Christ.” Carra sighed.
“O come on Carra, ye’ll be alrigh’, they’re jus’ a couple o’ snoggin’ teammates, s’all.”
“Let’s just go and leave them alone.” Carra started to stand up.
“No! come on, Carra, just do it!” Stevie laughed and pulled carra back to the bench by pulling on his shirt.
“Oh sod off Gerrard.”
“Come on Carra, what, ye scared?”
“What the hell is there to be scared of?”
“Do it Carra, come on!”
“Alright fine I’ll fookin do it already, jesus. You’re acting like a whiny girl.”
“Yeah! Tha’s the spirit.”
Carra rolled his eyes and stood up, took a few tentative steps forward and then turned back abruptly.
“Errr. What do I say?”
Stevie laughed. “I dunno, ehm, maybe tha’ Rafa’s comin’ and he’ll ‘ave their heads if he sees ‘em?”
“No. Way.”
“Maybe tha’ they should get a room?”
“Sod off. You’re no ‘elp.”
Stevie laughed. “Well, go on!”
“Alright! Christ…”
Carra continued to mutter angrily as he crossed the field.
~
TBC!
i honestly didn't want to post this until i was done typing (i have the whole thing already, but on paper. :| ) but problems arose.
please do comment! :D
Characters: Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Xabi Alonso implied: Xabi Alonso/Fernando Torres
Prompt: Teammates
Rating: PG-13. :)
Warnings: Swear words, I guess.
A/N: wrote this during Biology period. Hee. First time writing them with accents. :) OH! And first funny fic. Kind of. Bit choppy on some parts, feedback please!
~
Their lips met, their bodies pressed against each other. Xabi’s hand slid up, under his black training jacket, then his hand moved to his chest to tweak a nipp-
“Kinda weird, innit?” Carra laughed as he hit stevie’s back in a friendly manner. Stevie grunted and moved to left on the bench, allowing Carra to sit beside him. Xabi seemed a bit shy to do something as audacious as snogging in public. Fernando Torres though… well, this being based on first-impression-judgments. That or they just didn’t know anyone was watching.
Looking.
Whatever. No one really could unless you really really meant to seek out teammates making out by the benches, which no one really did, anyway. On Fridays, at least.
And today was such a day, a Friday, and everyone went home pretty quickly to get some things done before Pepe’s pre-premiership-party (which he never had) so it was just a cover-up for what it really was, which was a let’s-get-fernando-fucking-torres-drunk-like-fuck-tonight-party.
From what Steven was seeing, it looked like Fernando didn’t need to get drunk as a donkey to experience a LOT of fun.
Err. Right.
Shut up inner voice.
Carra checked his watch.
“Maybe we should give ‘em a head’s up tha’ Rafa’ll be comin’, yeah?”
Stevie nodded. “You do it.”
Carra’s face contorted.
“Wha? Why me?”
“Why not you?”
“You should do it.”
“Why me?”
“I dunno, maybe ‘cause you’re fookin CAPTAIN?”
“Well you’re the vice-cap’ain, aren’t ye? ‘sides. You came up with tha’ idea.”
“Christ.” Carra sighed.
“O come on Carra, ye’ll be alrigh’, they’re jus’ a couple o’ snoggin’ teammates, s’all.”
“Let’s just go and leave them alone.” Carra started to stand up.
“No! come on, Carra, just do it!” Stevie laughed and pulled carra back to the bench by pulling on his shirt.
“Oh sod off Gerrard.”
“Come on Carra, what, ye scared?”
“What the hell is there to be scared of?”
“Do it Carra, come on!”
“Alright fine I’ll fookin do it already, jesus. You’re acting like a whiny girl.”
“Yeah! Tha’s the spirit.”
Carra rolled his eyes and stood up, took a few tentative steps forward and then turned back abruptly.
“Errr. What do I say?”
Stevie laughed. “I dunno, ehm, maybe tha’ Rafa’s comin’ and he’ll ‘ave their heads if he sees ‘em?”
“No. Way.”
“Maybe tha’ they should get a room?”
“Sod off. You’re no ‘elp.”
Stevie laughed. “Well, go on!”
“Alright! Christ…”
Carra continued to mutter angrily as he crossed the field.
~
TBC!
i honestly didn't want to post this until i was done typing (i have the whole thing already, but on paper. :| ) but problems arose.
please do comment! :D