10 For Rakel.

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Title: 10 Drabbles for Rakel
Characters: John Terry/Steven Gerrard, Gary Neville/David Beckham, Neville/Ryan Giggs, Neville/Gerrard, Jamie Carragher/Gerrard, Giggs/Neville/Beckham, Raul Gonzalez/Guti, Terry/Carragher, Pep Guardiola/Lionel Messi, Andrea Pirlo/Daniele de Rossi
Rating: From PG-13 to heavy R
Summary: ten various drabbles for miss_black91
Words: total words: 2,823
A/N: Another deal for Rakel. I hope you like them sweetie [a BUNCH of Gary in this one *groans*] :-P Titles of the ficlets come from the really REALLY beautiful song by Katherine Jenkins found here.


Title: When You Are Here
Pairing: Terry/Gerrard

John knew the feeling of being completely and entirely cold. The feeling of being frozen solid, frozen to the core. He had never really noticed how much it had bothered him, or how well he had dealt with it, till he realized what it felt like to be warm for the first time.

Steven had made him warm. Steven had held him close and had taken him to new places that he’d never thought he would ever go. He had been made to feel as if he were burning from the inside out, burning with no possible hope of ever being able to cool down again. Steven had taken him to such heights of pleasure, he was sure the crash back to Earth would be a painful one.

But it never was. Steven would hold tightly to him until they both came to rest gently back on the ground. John never knew such sensations could be brought out in a person, yet somehow, somehow, Steven had managed to do just that.

But whenever Steven would go away, the coldness would return. It would linger in his bones, in his mind, and especially in his heart. He would begin to doubt, to mistrust Steven’s intentions and his promises. He would get jealous over nothing and his temper wasn’t to be undermined for anything. He would feel lonelier than ever and always so very cold, no matter the outside temperature.

Steven would bring the warmth and the light back to him. At first, he would have to crack the ice that had formed over John’s heart and his soul, but no matter how thick, the ice would always melt away. At first it would be a small crack in the shield that would come from a smile or a joke, then it would splinter and the crack would deepen by making him life. The ice would shatter with a caress and would collapse into melting fragments with a kiss.

When Steven was around, nothing could ever possibly be better. He was everything, truly and deeply and most wonderfully his. For that, John could never have felt warmer.

Title: Music Is All Around
Pairing: Neville/Beckham

When David had first mentioned his thought, Gary had thought he had lost his mind. After all, how could music be all around? Even in the dead of night, there was no music, only silence. Something he preferred greatly. He made no qualms about being a connoisseur of music, in fact he only listened to whatever was on the radio—and not even that intently either.

But David insisted that music could be heard anywhere, in anything. Gary rolled his eyes and pulled to a stop outside Old Trafford. He was absolutely positive that music was only on the radio or in movies, nowhere else. David shook his head and smiled humbly at him. He told him quietly that one day he would see what he meant and would realize it. Gary grumbled and got out of the car, leaving David to listen to his non-existent music alone.


It wasn’t until many months later, after David had gone away to Spain that Gary finally began to realize what he had meant. The roar of the crowd was amazing; the sound of a light wind through an empty stadium was eerily delightful. The beat of footsteps through the tunnel on the way back to a dressing room was calming. The rhythm of David’s heartbeat against his own was blissfully powerful.

Perhaps David was right. Music just might be anywhere, so long as you looked for it.


Title: When You're Alone
Pairing: Neville/Giggs

The seat on the bus next to him was empty. Usually that would be where Gary would take his place and the captain and vice-captain would ride home together. But not this time.

Gary wasn’t here; he had never left Manchester for this trip. He was once again injured and Ryan had had to take another trip to another match without him. It had happened off and on throughout the years but Ryan still never really managed to get used to it. He didn’t like being away from Gary too long. Gary would overthink everything. He would also get crankier than usual and he would never be very welcoming. His jealousy and resentment at being left behind, by both the gaffer’s decision and his own failures as a healthy man, would come out in awful force. It would undoubtedly lead to an argument and Ryan hated that.

He never liked leaving Gary behind and he hated the idea of Gaz being lonely. Perhaps he was too concerned over Gary, he thought. After all, Gary was a grown man. He knew how to behave. Right?

The bus came to a stop and the players dispersed with the promise of seeing them tomorrow in a light training session. Ryan climbed into his car and started for home. It was from habit that he drove by Gary’s on the way home. A few of the lights were on, but not many. Ryan sighed and turned into the drive anyway.

Gary would probably shout at him, if he even opened the door in the first place. Ryan would risk it; he had to know that Gary was alright.

He knocked lightly on the door and waited. He had his hands in his pockets and let out his breath in a puff of air. It was cold and he’d much rather if Gary would let him in this time. They hadn’t played well, perhaps that was a small mercy enough for Gary to allow him entrance.

After several moments of freezing his arse off, Ryan turned to go. Gary was obviously not going to let him in. He sighed and slumped his shoulders. He was used to this rejection that Gary would put around himself. It was his way of coping with being injured and therefore being left behind. It didn’t mean that Ryan had to like it though.

Sighing, Ryan returned to his place behind the steering wheel and gave one more look to the house. Gary shouldn’t be left alone, Ryan knew that very well. But what more could he do? He wasn’t going to force himself on his best mate, even if he should have. Ryan turned the key and began to back out of the driveway.

From the window, Gary watched as Ryan left. He limped back towards his place on the sofa and sighed. Sometimes, he really hated himself for wanting to be alone.


Title: Silence Is All You Hear
Pairing: Neville/Gerrard

After hours of shouting, yelling, hitting, and cursing it had finally ended. After hours of being told that you meant nothing to him, you finally walked out. After hours of telling him how much you’d rather be with anyone else, you grew tired of the lying. You left the room; your last parting shot had been that you never wanted anything to do with him ever again.

You had lied the entire argument. You had lied about your need for him, about your love for him, hell, your desire to be with him. You hated him as much as you loved him. You needed him as much as you despised him. You hated his passion, his hard-headed stubbornness, his venomous rage. You loved his desire, his willful eagerness, his energy.

You loved the way he had filled the silence with words, though very rarely were they ever words of kindness. More often they were critical and harsh, unloving and uncaring. His words could be like scraping glass across previously wounded flesh, but also could be a caring and loving touch across his face.

He was sharp and coarse, yet also somehow velvet smooth and deliciously warm. And now it was over. You had told him so yourself. You had left him alone, in dark silence with his temper raging.

When you had left the door you had meant every word you said. You were absolutely certain you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. But as soon as you had walked into your own room, and the cold silence had greeted you, you wanted nothing more than to turn back to him and beg forgiveness.

But you wouldn’t. Not tonight. You too could be stubborn.


Title: Give Me Your Hand
Pairing: Carragher/Gerrard

It was a simple phrase and if heard out of context, was only a simple message that could maybe cause a smile and that would be the end of it. However, to the thousands that sang the song every week and to the several that wore the shirt every match, it meant so much more than a mere sentence. It was a beacon of light and power, it could strike fear into any opponent. It was a chant that meant the boys in red were champions and you had better watch out. It was a promise that no matter what, someone would always be there by your side.

You’ll never walk alone.

When Jamie saw Steven kicking a ball in frustration well after training, he shut his door and started back towards the grounds. The captain never saw him coming and continued venting his frustrations on the ball.

“Steven, come home with me.” Jamie had said simply and Steven had cursed at him and told him to disappear.

“Come home with me.”

“Why?” Steven finally asked, eyes flashing in anger.

Jamie had turned to him and looked him patiently back in the eye.

“Give me your hand and let me walk with you. You don’t need to worry about being alone, I’m right here.”

Finally, Steven’s shoulders sagged before he nodded. The two turned back towards the locker room and Jamie began to whistle. Steven let out his breath with a small laugh before he began to sing the words to Jamie’s tune.

“And you’ll never walk alone.”

Title: Come To Me
Pairing: Giggs/Neville/Beckham

It was not a very well-kept secret that Ryan was jealous of David for what he had with Gary. Nor was it a secret that Gary did nothing to stop Ryan from trying to flirt with him and get his attention away from David. It really wasn’t a secret that David was getting tired of Ryan’s persistence in trying to get Gary to dump him.

For that reason, and none other, David had decided to let Gary pick once and for all who was better. To do that, he had figured what better way than see who was best in the bedroom.

That was why David leaned back on his elbows on the bed and let Gary kiss him hard while Ryan fucked him from behind. This was their third change of positions; the first had been Ryan being fucked by Gary while David sat solo to watch and the second change had been when Ryan had shifted to suck Gary to completion while Gary had returned the favor to David.

Several hours and a couple empty bottles of lube later, the three of them lay in a tangle of limbs and sheets trying to catch their breaths. Gary was in the middle with his arm across David’s abdomen and his leg across Ryan’s thighs.

“I think it was a tie to be honest.” Gary muttered into the pillow.

Ryan looked over his shoulder incredulously at David. They both raised an eyebrow at one another before turning to Gary.

“Give me ten minutes and we’ll see who can break the tie first.” David said while he ran his fingers across Gary’s spine. He shivered.

Ryan smirked brightly. “Give me five.”

Title: Open Your Eyes
Pairing: Raul/Guti

In all of their many travels together, Raul was still determined there was no greater blue on this planet than the blue that was in Guti’s eyes. It wasn’t a simple one-dimensional color that was intense or incredibly and impossibly blue. It was many colors that changed with his mood, many colors that grew in intensity or faded into shadow.

When he was happy, brilliant crystals of cerulean streaked sapphire. When he was sad or very angry, sapphire grew even darker into navy. When he was jealous, there was an icy touch to his gaze that could somehow make Raul shiver, even if he was nowhere nearby.

And when Guti was horny, lust was the color of brilliant bright blue streaked a hundred times with many different tones of the same color.

It was the best shade in the entire world, Raul was certain of it. He was very pleased when Guti looked at him, if only so he could study the colors in Jose Maria’s eyes.


Raul was easy to please, Guti thought. All he had to do was look at him and everything was grand. He grinned and hugged him close. Yes, he was a lucky one to have such a fantastic man to call his own.

Title: Don't Make A Sound
Pairing: Terry/Carragher

There was nothing sweet or sensual about it. From the first few seconds, Jamie knew exactly how the entire affair would take place. It would be hard, quick, and rough. It would be done in a place that was easily accessible and offered privacy. If that meant a quickie in the bathroom or in a cupboard, then that is what it would be.

John’s lips would always be harsh on his, his touches would be unkind. Jamie would often have bruises on his hips, hickey’s on his neck, scratches on his back or on his arms. But Jamie would give as well as he got. He would send John home with several bites of his own, scratches that marred his skin, and always a sore bum after their fuck.

Jamie wanted to make sure that John didn’t forget who had made him come; he wanted him to know that it was the Scouser instead of the blue-eyed boy from London. John wanted Carra to never forget that it was the Blue captain and not the red one that brought him to such great heights.

In the end they both got the end they were looking for. Some may have called it rough or unkind, but to them it was normal. It was what they wanted and got them hard and ultimately got them off. They enjoyed it. Whether or not they liked the other man giving them the pleasure was irrelevant, at least in those few moments.

They would never speak of it to anyone; they would never even mention it to each other. All it would take would be a simple look or a silent request and they would be off to find the nearest place where they could do it and not be seen. Neither cared about how long this would continue nor did they worry about what would happen if they were ever found out.

They simply let whatever it was be for those few minutes of glorious silence.

Title: Meet In The Shadow
Pairing: Guardiola/Messi

Every single time they met, it had to be in secret. Their relationship wasn’t ‘normal’, it wasn’t proper, but above all it wasn’t ethical. A coach to fuck one of his players? It would certainly be the end of at least one of their careers, if not both.

Leo didn’t like the secrecy; he had never been a master of keeping secrets and telling lies to anyone. But to keep Pep and himself in safety, he had had to learn the talent quickly. He hadn’t wanted to, but upon seeing the possible disaster that would await them if he didn’t, he had forced his mouth to tell lies of where he was, who he was with, and what he was doing.

Pep hoped that one day they would no longer have to hide behind whispers and darkness. He wanted very much to proudly have his Leo by his side and show him off to the world. He wanted Leo to be proud of what they were doing instead of cursing it or think it was wrong. One day, he told himself over and over when he began to doubt them himself, one day.

Until that day, they both would seek each other out in shadows. Their kisses would be everything, from hopeful and desirable to needy and desperate. They needed each other to be complete and to be able to do their jobs to the best of their abilities. They craved each other’s touches and whispers of encouragement.

Small gestures, but they were never needed more by a pair of lovers.

Title: Your Bright Shadow
Pairing: Pirlo/de Rossi

Daniele had admired him for years. He had longed to be him for years, wanted him for a little less, and had outright craved him for even less. The lack of time spent on outright desire seemed irrelevant now, when he thought about it. In the end, he had gotten Andrea and that was all that mattered. He now had him to do with whatever he, or the other man, wanted whenever they wanted.

It was perfection; it was bliss. How could it possibly get any better than this?

When Andrea smiled so sweetly sincerely at him, he knew that something was amiss. Andrea held up the silk tie and quirked an eyebrow. Daniele licked his lips.

Perhaps it could get better after all…