making it better (granero/xabi alonso/arbeloa)
title: making it better
characters/pairings: Esteban Granero/Xabi Alonso/Álvaro Arbeloa
rating: very NC-17
word count: 1.440
warning: double penetration, just a hint of angst
disclaimer: never happened... well, the celebration stuff did bc CAMPEONES!!!! OMG but the sex is just in my mind... and now in yours :P
summary: Xabi is drunk in a way that’s not just for fun, and Esteban and Álvaro are there to take care of him. Set during the celebrations, inspired by all the naked pics and Xabi being drunk and silly and fun.
NOTE: I take requests for ANY ship you just NEED to see after these epic celebrations! I certainly have a long list. :P Party pictures as hard evidence for smut prompts is very welcome if you want your story set during/after/whatever the celebrations. But if you want I can write non-celebration fic as well, I’m easy like naked Mesut posing for pictures with EVERYONE.
Something was not quite right. Esteban could tell right away, before the first bottle of champagne was even half-gone, even before the match was properly over. So could Álvaro, but he made more of an effort to ignore it, just let it run its course, hoping it would just go away, like these things sometimes do. But it didn’t.
Xabi was loud and smiley and happily attached to just a hint too much alcohol. On the surface everything looked normal: they’ve won, THEY’VE WON - campeones and all. And nothing would be more natural than victory celebrated with sweaty hugs, bottles of expensive champagne going around, and semi-inappropriate pictures shared on the internet. But under all that Esteban could feel a tenseness radiating from Xabi that unnerved him. He’d felt it on the pitch but had chosen to ignore it, knowing well that they all sometimes have matches like that. But even now during the high of celebration there was an edge to Xabi’s happiness. He was smiling just a bit too fiercely, was hugging them all just a bit too tight, with a hint of desperation, was drinking just a bit too much, getting properly drunk in record time, beating even Sergio to it.
Esteban didn’t like it one bit.
“He’ll sleep it off,” was all Álvaro said and Esteban knew he didn’t just mean the alcohol.
But if anything, it only got worse next day. As soon as the bus started Xabi was already nursing a drink and by the time they entered Cibeles he was already just on the wrong side of drunk. Both Esteban and Álvaro were too preoccupied with the celebrations to do anything about it, but Esteban kept glancing over at Xabi, always being there when Xabi felt like another photo needed to be taken, but mostly just watching him dance and laugh and drink like there was no tomorrow. Esteban just barely caught the moment when Xabi decided to slide through under Raúl’s legs and then laughed about it with Pipita, and it was almost fun, really - you don’t to see Xabi completely wasted and dorky every day. But when later Pipita tried to take Xabi’s drink in jest, Xabi held onto it so fiercely that it once again rang the alarm bells in Esteban’s mind. He looked at Álvaro and found him watching as well.
“After,” Álvaro said and Esteban nodded in relief.
After ended up being many hours later. After the bus ride back home to the Bernabéu, after another hour or so of celebration there, and even more hours of partying for the really hardcore ones at Sergio’s place. But slowly exhaustion caught up with them - after all, they hadn’t really slept in over 24 hours. When Álvaro stood up to leave Sergio insisted, mid-yawn, that it was still early, and anyway they could all just crash at his place, and everybody was laughing because there must have been a trophy-joke in there somewhere. But Álvaro just clapped Sergio on the shoulder, nodded to Esteban and unceremoniously dragged Xabi after them and away from just one more beer.
“Where we going?” Xabi slurred.
“My place,” Álvaro said, just a hint too sternly and Xabi shut up and stopped putting up a fight, which made Esteban think that he might not be as drunk as he let on, after all.
Back at Álvaro’s there was coffee and their victory against Bilbao randomly re-playing in the background and Xabi let his two friends strip him naked and ease the tension from his body with kisses and soft touches. They didn’t speak at all, let the sounds of the match talk for them as Esteban took Xabi in his mouth with a vague smile of worship, while Álvaro was slowly moving his fingers inside Xabi’s body, preparing him thoroughly and with care.
Álvaro took charge of it all, and Esteban was glad, just a bit overwhelmed by everything, but in the end it was Xabi who threw two condoms on the bed. He lay on top of Esteban, kissing him deeply like it helped him to keep breathing and his eyes fluttered closed as Álvaro guided Esteban’s cock inside him. Esteban gasped in pleasure and held onto Xabi’s hip tight. It took him a few moments to get his reaction back under control and it was only then that he noticed that Xabi was shaking above him.
“Ok?” Esteban whispered. Xabi nodded jerkily, not quite convincingly but started moving, his cock hot and hard trapped between their bodies, and Esteban once again forgot how to breathe. He was so lost in the sensations of Xabi around him, above him, everywhere, that he barely noticed when Álvaro slipped two fingers inside Xabi, who stilled and said:
“Just get on with it.”
His voice was raw and low and painfully sober and it made Esteban reach out, slide his palm up Xabi’s strong chest to his neck, almost rigid with tension, and pull him down into another deep kiss. Álvaro didn’t say anything, just continued to loosen Xabi’s body until he was certain Xabi was ready. Only then did he finally slide inside, so slowly it made Esteban envy his self control. Xabi was barely breathing, eyes shut tight, face screwed up, not in real pain, maybe some discomfort, but mainly something else not even he seemed to be able to put his finger on.
“It’s ok,” Álvaro whispered against Xabi’s shoulder, placing soft, soothing kisses on the hot skin under his lips, and his palms were rubbing soothing circles on Xabi’s thighs.
“Move,” Xabi growled, low, desperate, and the sound made Esteban’s chest feel tight. First Álvaro didn’t do anything, let Xabi squirm for it a few more moments, but then Esteban could feel him draw back and then slam his cock hard into Xabi, who cried out, hands tugging at the sheet next to Esteban’s shoulders, and pure pleasure started easing up the lines on his face. With every hard push, every soothing kiss, bit by bit the tension slowly faded from Xabi’s back and when Esteban wrapped his fingers around Xabi’s cock, the moan he let out was all pleasure.
Esteban was the first to come, urged on by Xabi teasingly nipping at his lower lip, but Xabi followed him soon, pushed over the edge by Álvaro biting into his shoulder hard, making him moan with intense pleasure. He collapsed on top of Esteban, heavy, sweaty, and exhausted, and Esteban couldn’t fight the urge to wrap his arms around his friend. They didn’t move as Álvaro pulled out, but Esteban could see him slip off the condom and move up to them, one hand on his still hard cock.
“Come on, old man,” Álvaro said, voice warm like summer rain as he nudged Xabi’s lips with his dick. Xabi’s eyes were tired but less sharp than all afternoon, with a hint of laughter, as he took Álvaro in his mouth. A few swirls of his tongue was all it took - Álvaro’s mouth opened in a content sigh, he quickly pulled out of Xabi’s mouth and came all over his face and Esteban’s chest. Esteban could feel the last remnants of tension disappear from Xabi’s body and he could have sworn there was a small smile tugging at Xabi’s lips as Esteban leaned in to kiss away the steaks of come from his face. By the time he was done Xabi was already drifting off to sleep and he barely seemed to notice Álvaro pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
Esteban watched Xabi’s breathing slow down. He knew they would never discuss this night, nor Xabi’s mood that had led to it. He knew they would never ask what had been wrong, maybe nothing, maybe everything - they’d all had days like that, when even perfection was too hard to take and nothing quite helped. He knew there was no need to overdramatize it, but it had been hard to see Xabi like that and Esteban was secretly glad they could do something to help.
For a few moments he just basked in the feeling of Xabi draped all over him, heavy and warm and perfect. Then he looked at Álvaro, who was smiling at him with the joy of a job well done. He looked so much like after a good match that Esteban almost had to laugh. He reached out and cupped Álvaro’s face, unable to really express what he was feeling, but there was no need. Álvaro leaned into Esteban’s palm and his eyes were sparkling with everything they didn’t need to voice.
They’d always understood each other, even without words.