Stevie Says...

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Title: Stevie Says…
Fandom: RPS - Slash
Characters: Martin Kelly/Jordan Henderson/Steven Gerrard; mentions of Jamie Carragher, Andy Carroll, Stewart Downing, Pepe Reina, Charlie Adam, Jon Flanagan; implied Martin Kelly/Martin Skrtel, Martin/Daniel Agger, Stewart Downing/Jordan Henderson, & mention of Stevie/Xabi Alonso if you squint for it
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Voyeurism for kinkbingo
WARNINGS: angry!Stevie
Words: 4,667
A/N: written because albion_lass asked me to and was encouraged by wh_mermaid, and luxover. I hope I’ve done you masterful ladies proud and that you will enjoy this fic I’ve made for your and everyone else’s enjoyment. It was fun to write and I enjoyed doing so >:D Also, this being me, there is of course Plot with Porn. Hope that is all right with everyone… Enjoy! >:D

Frustration, disappointment, and a nagging sense of impending failure swirled in Steven’s stomach. It was a feeling he had, admittedly not wanted, but had come to realize over the past few weeks. He didn’t know what was wrong with Liverpool’s ability to simply not give a damn, but it was really starting to piss him off. Okay, that was a lie. He was very pissed off, but since he was the captain, he couldn’t really react to it very well. That wouldn’t help the squad for him to lose it just because he was frustrated.

He smiled a little to himself as he turned the half-empty beer glass on the smooth surface of the bar in Jamie’s house. He thought it was amusing at how much he had changed since he was a lad just starting. If he was still barely more than a teenager, he would have been cursing, swearing, and seriously threatening injury on people for not caring as they should’ve done. Now, he still felt that devotion towards his club, but he couldn’t just get simply angry like that.

Any trace of smile faded from his expression when he thought about it further. He was very angry, and upset, and hurt, and he could hardly do anything about it. There was only so much relief golf or video games or spending time with his children, his family, could do to relieve that. He could only have so many conversations with Jamie about the predicament they were in before it was the same conversation rehashed, without even changing words. There wasn’t a whole lot they could do; they couldn’t make some of the players give a damn; they couldn’t pour their matched devotion, love, faith, and care into other people, no matter how much they wished they could.

Not caring so much had led the team to this: drinking in Jamie Carragher’s lounge at a quarter-to-ten at night after losing one-zero to Sunderland on a Saturday.

Steven Gerrard shook his head as he set the beer mug back on the bar. His anger and frustration simmered hotly underneath the surface as it had done for weeks. His eyes had darkened as they took in the room, looking for anyone he could use to help relieve that anger. He knew it was unfair, a complete asshole thing to do, but he needed something…someone…to help him.

His eyes lingered on Jamie but they quickly moved away. He wouldn’t do that to his best friend, use him and throw him away like that? No, he might have been angry and going to be a jerk in a little while, but he wasn’t that much of a twat.

As Steven’s eyes moved over the rest of his squad—Andy drinking near Stewart with both saying nothing to each other, Pepe not even able to smile which in itself was a terrible crime, Dirk sitting quietly next to Enrique with his eyes downcast to the floor, and Charlie was trying to not make himself visible by hiding in the corner with a pint—he found himself stuck on Hendo and Kelly. Not only were they the only two really talking over the quiet hum of the television, but they were the only two that didn’t seem as despondent as the rest of the squad. They seemed…relaxed. Contented, even.

Steven’s blood boiled as his eyes darkened with rage.

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“Thanks for the ride back, Steven.” Hendo says politely, a little bit tipsier because of the third pint Steven shoved at him.

Steven drives and keeps his eyes constantly flicking back via the rearview mirror on his prize in the back seat. After Jordan speaks, he sees Martin’s nod of agreement as they both stay slouched down in the back.

His eyes continued to stay their dark, furious color, but the two drunken boys in the back haven’t realized. They’ve been too contented with drink to notice any sort of overly-friendliness that Steven’s had about him tonight. It was easier than he thought to keep pouring beer down their throats, enough to get them drunk (which hadn’t taken much), but not enough to completely ruin his evening (which would’ve been a shame).

He manages keeps his tone completely devoid of anything potentially dampening to the mood rather well, he thinks. “No problem lads. None of you should be driving in this state.”

“Thanks for,” Martin is interrupted by his own burping, before he continues, “the room as well. My mum would kill me if she saw me—”

“Mine too. Gladly, she’s still back at home.” Jordan laughs at something his drunken mind finds amusing and Steven can’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. Drunken lads could be quite aggravating…

Steven stays silent and continues driving back towards the flat he keeps. It’s safer, he had long since decided, to be on his own for a night rather than stumbling home drunk and sad that Liverpool has lost something very dear, something like a match to a shaky Sunderland…

The sound of a distant car-horn reminds Steven that there was something else to be worrying about tonight rather than his club’s most recent result. He blinked and eased his grip that he had on the steering wheel before turning into the parking garage of the building he kept a room.

He parked the car and took a deep breath before turning to face the boys. He had hoped they would be in a lethargic state, which they were, but would wake up enough when the cold air hit them on the way upstairs. He could only hope this part of his plan would work.

“Time to go get some rest, lads.” Steven said and opened the door to the car after undoing his safety belt.

Martin and Jordan lazily complied and exited the vehicle in a lot less graceful of a manner than Stevie had. Again, Steven rolled his eyes and waited for his two drunken teammates to head to the elevator. They stumbled their way in the general direction and leaned heavily upon one another as Stevie pressed the button for the floor he wanted.

He felt their eyes on him and he looked over with a raised eyebrow. Martin’s cheeks turned a little red while Hendo cleared his throat and suddenly looked away. Inside, Steven felt a little relief. Maybe his plan wouldn’t be so hard to act upon after all…

Both Martin and Jordan slid into the elevator and Stevie followed after them. The doors closed and, thankfully, there was no stupid elevator music to interrupt Steven’s thought process. He could hear their heavy breathing and smell the alcohol that clung to them and he inwardly smirked a little bit. This appeared to be easier than he had thought.

He stepped out of the elevator once it had reached the eighth floor and led the way down to his flat. He could hear some stumbling and giggling from the two behind him, but he was sure that they could make it down a corridor without too much trouble. He found the key on his ring and slid it into the lock before looking back over his shoulder to see where Jordan and Martin had wound up. They had slid their arms around one another’s waists, and were half-stumbling and half-walking down the hall to come to a slow stop behind Stevie.

He shook his head and opened the door while his hand switched on the lights.

“Are you boys tired?” He asked politely while they entered the apartment few ever saw. “How about some coffee?”

“Sure, okay.” Jordan said and slid out awkwardly from under Martin’s arm.

Steven stayed quiet as he prepared the brew. He wanted them more sober for this so that they would remember it. Their little jaunt down the hallway proved that he needed to sober them up just a little before he could truly have his fun.

“This is a very nice place, Steven.” Martin commented as he looked around. “I hope I can get something like this one day.”

Steven muttered a ‘thank you’, before handing over two cups of coffee to his guests. He let them have a moment or two of quiet as he cleaned up the small mess he had made and waited for the coffee to start to take effect. After about ten minutes of quiet, he turned back to the island counter and cleared his throat.

“Now then—”

Martin interrupted by groaning, something Stevie felt a flicker of annoyance about. “We’re not in trouble are we?”

Jordan seemed determined to take this one step further. “I knew we shouldn’t have done that, Kells.”

Martin looked back at Stevie quickly, with his eyes wide. “Honest, Stevie, it was just a joke. You know? ‘Push Flanno into the closet and leave him there’ was a great idea in the reserves. Had good laughs and everything, even he laughed!”

Steven was proud of how much effort he put into not rolling his eyes.

“Firstly, no you’re not in trouble for pushing Flanno into a closet. Secondly, you’re not in the reserves anymore so that sort of behavior shouldn’t be happening in the first place. Thirdly, you should know better than to interrupt your captain when he’s about to tell you something, especially when you’re confessing to something you’ve not been accused of.”

Martin’s mouth clamped shut and his cheeks once again faded to red. Jordan lowered his eyes guiltily and sat quietly. Steven released a breath of air before speaking again.

“As I was about to say, I saw the way you have been playing lately and just wanted to comment on it. You know, since we have some time to ourselves and everything tonight.”

Martin and Jordan both looked up a little shyly and Steven would’ve found it endearing had Liverpool won that day. Since they hadn’t…

“Martin, you’ve been doing well. It could be improved, but you’re trying and learning still. Besides, you’re young and Carra can still teach you well enough.” Steven then looked to Jordan. “You’re doing well too, again, could be improved, but you’re trying I suppose. A lot better than when you first arrived, and a lot better than other midfielder’s I’ve played with.”

Steven hadn’t meant for his comments to come across so sharply, but as he thought over it and the lack of sparkle in both their eyes, he realized he might have sounded too harsh.

“What I mean is, that while you are both still young, you are doing very well and are trying hard. I appreciate that.”

Martin nodded a little and looked down at the table and Jordan mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’.

“My only concern is that you don’t care enough about the club.” Steven said softly and watched both of their reactions.

Martin looked up quickly, something flashed across his eyes too fast for Steven to see what it was. Steven did notice the start he had, and the way his hands moved, as if to clench into a fist, before they had relaxed back at his sides. It would’ve been the same reaction he had given, had someone told Stevie that when he was younger.

Jordan was less passionate or enthusiastic in his response. He looked almost a little sheepish, though upset somehow that Steven had accused him of not caring. It’s why Steven turned his attention to the blond when he spoke.

“You miss Sunderland, don’t you? On days like this, you miss Sunderland.” Steven said simply and watched with passion burning deep inside of him. Depending on how the other man answered, Steven’s anger might just snap.

“I miss where I grew up and my family, but I do love this club.” Jordan replied slowly and watched his new captain warily.

“No you don’t.” Steven said and turned away.

“I do!” Jordan replied, frowning.

“You don’t love Liverpool, you love Sunderland too much.”

“I—I—it’s where I grew up, it was my home, but I love this club.” Jordan tried, a pleading tone in his voice.

“Then you should play like it more.” Steven’s eyes flashed a little as he spoke. “If you love it, you should fucking play like it. Play as if your life depended on it, play like you need air to breathe because Liverpool means that much to people. It means that much to me. And you playing like you still want to be back at fucking Sunderland doesn’t help that. If you love Sunderland so much, then go back, we don’t need you.”

It wasn’t fair. If Liverpool had lost to anyone other than Sunderland, Steven probably wouldn’t have been given Henderson such a hard time. In the back of his mind, Steven knew it wasn’t fair. He knew that he was hurting an innocent man in the process. But as angry cobalt eyes bored into innocent blues, another color other than blue or red was floating into his mind, brown.

“You play for my club in that shirt, then you had better fucking play like you want to stay here. You better play like Liverpool Football Club is the only club you will ever want to represent ever again. If that vision ever changes, then you can go somewhere else where they might want you. Go to Spain for all I care.”

Steven turned away in angry disgust as he walked over to the window. His voice had been dangerously low and calm, anger seething beneath every word that he had spoken. It was the same words he had said before, in that very spot, only a few years before. It was as if in his mind another conversation was going on at the same time he was chewing Jordan out for not having played one-hundred percent perfectly.

Martin seemed to be the one that caught on to what Steven had inadvertently implied first. He squeezed Jordan’s arm lightly and lifted the other man’s chin. He gave a small half-smile and a reassuring look before shifting away from the bar. There was nothing more sobering than an argument.

Both of the lads looked at their captain and nodded once to each other before Martin moved for the window.

“We’ll play better. Exactly as you said, as if Liverpool was everything to us.” Martin offered quietly.

“Don’t just because I said so, mean it.” Steven said shortly, temper still not quite recovered.

“I do. I mean it.” Martin returned honestly. “Being a player at Liverpool is all I’ve ever wanted. I never want to be anything else but a red.” He shrugged and waited for his captain to say something else.

Steven, after a period of several minutes and several rounds of counting to ten, turned back to the room and looked at Martin. “You’ll make an excellent replacement for Jamie one day.”

For once, Martin didn’t blush at a compliment. “I can only try to be as good.”

Steven glanced at Jordan again and sighed as he moved closer, offering his hand. His control over his emotions had returned and sense won out. “I’m sorry. You really are a good midfielder and I wasn’t intending to upset you with what I said. It wasn’t fair.”

Jordan nodded a little and shook Steven’s hand without looking him in the eyes. A bit of guilt started to nag at Steven’s mind, but he pushed it away.

“I wasn’t kind to you, lad, I’m sorry.” Steven apologized again and released Jordan’s hand. “Just, Sunderland and all today,” he shrugged pathetically and let his words trail off.

“Must be tough to be captain,” Jordan finally spoke and turned away. “Giving orders all the time, the pressure to be perfect a lot of the time, I couldn’t do it.”

Steven nodded silently and watched Jordan’s back. He tried for a little humor to ease the tension. He hadn’t meant to upset his plan by having lashed out at Jordan. It seemed that his once-brilliant plan had fallen to tatters.

“But I like giving orders, so that part is fun.”

“Unless it’s a stupid order,” Jordan shot back quickly and Steven grinned a little. He could play this game as well.

Martin laughed a little and Steven sat on one of the barstools and looked at both. “Well, we could find out what sort of stupid orders I can give. I am your captain, after all. What I say goes.”

“Stevie says?” Martin asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

“Exactly like that,” Steven replied before looking at Jordan, concerned. “That is, if everyone is agreeable?”

“I don’t mind.” Jordan shrugged. “It could be fun, I guess.”

Steven settled back on the barstool and rested his elbows on the edge. “Let’s start off easy, then. Stevie says…make yourselves comfortable on the couch there,” he nodded to the sofa that was situated at an angle to give a view of the entire room.

Martin and Jordan both made their way across the room and sat down. Martin rested his arm over the back of the sofa and his legs splayed wide in the perfect picture of contentment, done so with an ease in which Steven questioned how Martin became the more confidant of the pair. Jordan relaxed by sitting and keeping his hands folded over his abdomen and watched Stevie.

“Stevie says to kiss each other.”

Steven spoke softly, already having heard the gossip around the locker room about Stewart and Jordan, Martin and Skrtel (sometimes with Danny too). He had even overheard Stewart and Hendo once in the hotel in London. He waited and watched as Martin released a slow breath before glancing over at Jordan with a quirked eyebrow. Jordan shifted a little and swallowed before he leaned over and kissed Martin lightly on the cheek.

Steven tut-ed and shook his head. “I said kiss each other, not give a peck on the cheek.”

He watched as Jordan considered it before he saw the other man sigh. “I didn’t realize captains were so voyeuristic.”

Steven grinned and said in a voice full of promise, “you’ve not seen anything yet.”

Martin raised his eyebrow and grinned to match Stevie’s before turning to Jordan. “Are you up for it?”

Jordan shifted a little closer before his mouth closed over Martin’s grin. They kissed hotly in a messy exchange of teeth, tongue, and grabbing hands. When the kiss ended, Jordan was leaning onto Martin’s body, looking down with a challenge in his bright blue eyes. “Are you?”

Steven leaned back against the barstool and watched, grin and plan fully into effect.

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Jordan gasped as Martin’s tongue licked the underside of his shaft before he slid the entire head of his penis into Martin’s mouth. His fists were clenched in the sheets and he jerked upwards, hips bucking into Martin’s mouth. His eyes were closed and a moan was caught somewhere in the back of his throat. He wanted to push Martin’s head down further, but fuck he couldn’t.

Martin grinned a little and sucked hard on the tip of Jordan’s cock. His thumbs rubbed circles on the inner part of Jordan’s thighs. Every so often he would have to move fast to hold Jordan’s thighs apart because they would start to tense to wrap around his head to hold him in place.

When Martin’s head started to bob along Jordan’s shaft, Jordan arched off the bed and started to groan. Martin pulled away quickly before he could come and licked his lips as he sat back on his haunches.

“Fuck, don’t, please!” Jordan cried out in a strangled voice and reached for Martin again.

Martin shook his head but tangled his fingers with Jordan’s and squeezed his hand lightly. “I can’t.”

Both of them turned their heads towards the chair in the corner and watched their Captain lazily stroking himself.

Steven stilled his hand and saw the urgency on Jordan’s face and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly with the need to come. Jordan was desperately close to losing everything, his sanity, his mind, his load amongst other things. Jordan would be easy to get to come, he had noticed near the start of this, but it was Martin where the real challenge would be. Stevie saw the way Martin was trying very hard not to lose his control and simply fuck Jordan into the mattress, but he was holding himself back enough to control it.

It was delicious to see so much self-control in a young man.

“What do you think, Martin. Has he been good enough to come?” Stevie asked calmly and looked into Martin’s eyes.

“Well he did miss the command to give you a blow job…” Martin said, looking back to Jordan with a grin. “But I think just leaving him here would be a tad cruel…”

“I think you’re right.” Steven said and nodded to the drawer. “Go put the ring on him. It’s in that drawer there.”

Martin grinned and moved off the bed rather swiftly considering how long he’d had his erection for. He jerked the drawer open and grabbed the cock ring inside and quickly moved back over to the bed. He stroked Jordan’s shaft a few times, not as much as Jordan would’ve liked though, and slid the ring over his cock. Martin leaned down to kiss him, but Jordan turned his head away.

“You’re both devils. Horrible, horrible…” Jordan said in a groan when Martin brushed against his cock.

“We don’t play for United,” Martin teased and brushed by him again.

Steven smiled a little at Martin’s answer. He liked the defender, he had come to realize, almost as much as he enjoyed both of them together.

“Fuck him, Martin.” Steven commanded and shifted back in the chair to watch. They had lost the pretense of ‘Stevie-Says’ long ago, much to the dismay of Jordan who had had to suffer for having lost out the most.

Martin picked up one of the condoms they had dumped onto the bed and stroked himself while he opened the packet. He slid the condom on and moved closer to Jordan. Martin leaned down and kissed Jordan’s cheek softly before kissing across to his lips and shifted closer between his thighs. Jordan kept his eyes closed and his head turned away, despite Martin’s kisses. He did, however, lift his legs to wrap tightly around Martin’s waist when the other man leaned over his body.

Martin took a firm hold of his cock and gently guided his way into Jordan’s tight opening. He heard the groan come from Jordan’s mouth and he couldn’t suppress one of his own as he pushed in deeper. “Fuck, Hendo, fuck you feel so good.”

Jordan groaned more as Martin pushed into him completely. Martin didn’t move while he waited for him to adjust to the size of his girth. Their heavy breathing mixed together into a warm puff of air that finally ended when Martin moved back enough to thrust hard into Jordan’s willing body.

Steven watched from the chair as their breathing grew heavier and the sound of Martin’s balls slapped against Jordan’s skin. It was delicious and tantalizing and everything Steven had wanted from the evening. He moved his hand over his own cock again, a little faster than earlier, and kept his eyes firmly on the two boys in his bed.

Martin held Jordan’s thighs tightly as he moved deep inside of him, and groaned when every so often Jordan would clench tightly over his cock. It was an amazing feeling, one that he could definitely get used to. His fingers dug deep into Jordan’s flesh and he groaned. He could feel his orgasm coming closer and closer with every thrust and he only prayed Stevie would let him come.

Suddenly he was startled into opening his eyes when a hand touched his shoulder. He let out a muffled cry of surprise and then it mixed to a groan when he saw Stevie behind him with a dark glint in his eyes.

“Stop, and take the ring off him.” Steven said, voice hoarse and coated with lust.

Martin groaned and slowly did as he asked, kissing Jordan as he moved off him. Jordan heaved a great heavy sigh of relief when Martin’s delicate fingers worked the ring off his shaft.

“Get on your knees, Hendo,” Stevie commanded next and nodded once to Martin, “and you can fuck him again.”

The two changed positions as Steven ran a hand through Jordan’s sweat-soaked hair. “I’m afraid, you’ve something else to do now…”

Steven moved closer and moved his hand away from his cock. He looked down into Jordan’s eyes and saw the younger man swallow hard. He opened his mouth to move closer just at the moment when Martin pushed into him from behind once again. Jordan cried out loudly, and Steven moved forward to put his cock in between Jordan’s lips.

The captain’s head fell back when Jordan sucked him down deep into his throat. He closed his eyes and listened to Martin fucking Jordan and the loud cries that vibrated through Jordan’s throat and along his cock. All three were connected, and Steven felt the thrill of lust dance in his veins.

He opened his eyes and watched as his hips moved back and forth, fucking Jordan’s mouth in opposite movement of every time Martin moved into his ass. Steven then looked up at saw Martin’s hair falling over his face, watching the same thing Steven had done.

“Martin,” Steven called in a hoarse voice and their eyes met. Leaning over Jordan, Steven kissed Martin hard across the lips. Steven reached a hand over and held Martin’s head in place as they kissed and Martin groaned into his mouth.

Jordan lifted a hand, careful to maintain his balance, and started stroking the base of Steven’s cock as he sucked hard at the tip. His captain groaned and tugged his hair in his hand.

“Fuck yes, Jordan.” Steven groaned, breaking the kiss with Martin. “You suck cock so good.”

Martin thrust deeply into Jordan’s ass and his hand moved around to stroke Jordan’s cock in time with his thrusts. Jordan’s eyes snapped closed and he groaned, coming hard around Martin’s hand. Steven felt the groan all around his cock and swallowed hard as his stomach started to tighten deep in his belly. Despite Jordan’s lack of awareness, he still managed to suck the head of Steven’s penis hard enough to get him to come.

Watching both of them, Martin groaned and thrust deeply into Jordan’s arse. He saw the way Steven had his head tipped back, his mouth open and a silent cry on his lips. He saw the way his abdomen had tightened and the way his fingers held tightly to Jordan’s head to force him down onto his cock.

Martin closed his eyes and came hard, spilling into the condom that separated him from Jordan.


Breathing heavily, Martin sagged forward onto Jordan’s back and held the blond close against his chest. Jordan had released Steven from his mouth and was panting for air. Stevie was leaning against the pillows with his eyes closed and hand holding Jordan’s. With the added weight of Martin, Jordan rolled to his side and let himself be held close by the taller man.

“Fuck that was good,” Martin breathed out into Jordan’s hair.

“It was.” Jordan agreed as his breathing slowly eased.

Both of them looked over to Steven and waited. When their captain didn’t immediately answer, they feared he had gone to sleep. A moment later, Steven‘s eyes opened and he looked over at them with a raised eyebrow.

“What? I’m getting some rest, because in the morning we’re doing this all over again.”

Martin grinned slowly and settled back into bed while Jordan simply groaned. “Fine, but this time Martin is going to lose a lot more than me!”

“Stevie says you’re right.”

Steven smirked before he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow.