we practice to decieve - alonso/beckham, casillas/beckham, gerrard/alonso
this is err...weird. and very choppy i think. not sure on it but yeh. its AU and there will most probably be a sequel or two...not sure. ay. anyway, becks is rich business man, xabi is the boyfriend and thats pretty much enough for starters :)
we practice to decieve
david beckham/xabi alonso. david beckham/iker casillas. steven gerrard/xabi alonso | PG-13 | AU (alternate universe) | 1800 words
we practice to decieve
The sun has barely risen and neither have Xabi's hopes.
There's a single orange line acorss the bedspread, filtering through the gap in too thin curtains they don't even need. David sets his bag on the table and slips his phone into his pocket along with a packet of cigarettes he'll forget about later when he's queueing up to buy a more expensive packet. He needs to fix his hair again but can't turn on the light incase he wakes the other man. It's 6 o'clock when he glances back towards the dressing table, he pads over softly and kisses the other man asleep wrapped up in the sheets. He stirs and reaches out, threads fingers round a tense neck.
"You're going?" his voice is worn with sleep and cracks slightly at the last g.
David kisses him and grazes his nose softly against his cheek
"I'll be back before you know it."
Xabi manages a smile in the dark and runs his palm over the stubble he wishes was there. He says the same thing everytime and Xabi wonders why he wakes up anymore for this.
"Ok."
He sees David's eyes glisten in the dark with the guilt that Xabi knows he shouldn't feel. Xabi turns his head away; to hide the guilt that he himself should feel. Its a uncomplicated web that neither want to extract themselves from.
He hears the door shut and the sound of the tap running in the kitchen before the front door shuts too and David's car drives away from the house.
*
Xabi doesn't realise he fell asleep again until he wakes up and sees the clock blinking nine. He reaches for his book on the table beside his bed and his glasses. He only manages a few pages before it ends up on the floor among a pile of discarded clothing. He opens the window and welcomes the cool French air into the room.
He sighs as he casts his eyes over the fields, the blue sky and he wonders why his heart feels so heavy.
He likes France, likes how the sun feels on his back when he floats in the Mediterranean or in the pool and how the stone crunches under his feet when he takes the six mile walk into town. It dawned on him some time ago though, that maybe it was the familiar squeeze of the hand in his, the feel of lips against his own as the waves crested over his skin or the way the sun caught golden blonde hair; that maybe it was these things that made him love this place.
He makes his way downstairs, into the hall, kitchen and finally back garden to where he finds his hat from yesterday. Even outside feels isolated, he squints through the blinding sunlight at the vast house above him.
"It'll be fantastic Xabi, we'll love it. So much space, and no one to bother us." He'd whispered the words against his ear and Xabi had smiled and felt his heart beat right along with that of David's.
The more he thinks on it now, that maybe David is trying not to keep people from them but to keep Xabi from people.
It's six miles to the nearest village, which consists of a few shops, a bar and restaurant and a few other necessities. And Xabi doesn't often feel like taking on the 40 mile drive to Marseille for anything a little more adventurous. So he stays there for whatever number of days till David returns. Though not alone as his lover would think.
*
David likes Madrid better than anywhere else, he speaks Spanish not French, which some people would consider strange and some already have ("Why'd you leave Spain then?" .... "It's complicated." Oh yes). Xabi does though, the French rolls off his tongue as neat as Spanish or English and it irks him, that Xabi, his Xabi could quite easily converse with anyone he wanted. He's not possesive, he's loving he tells himself, he just cares about somethings more than others. He takes off his sunglasses when he is approached by Casillas outside the airport. Most of the time he actually is in Madrid on business, and even when he isn't Xabi believes he is anyway. He never looks him in the eye as when he tells him though, could never bear the thought of how Xabi's eyes would glisten with tears if he found out what his business trips were really like.
Íker's eyes are just as beautiful though, more so David often thinks when he's had too much Spanish wine on the balcony of his hotel room and Íker's mouth is on his. He never brings his guilt to Spain with him, leaves all thoughts of Xabi having to stay alone for a few days at the airport because this...this deserves his full attention.
They walk sometimes, hand in hand in the street; David in his suit and Íker in his smart shirt and they look like perfection. To top it off they walk into an expensive jewellers and David buys a five grand watch for the boyfriend Íker never asks about. Everything they are is based on the secrets they never tell.
*
Xabi watches him from the kitchen window, he splashes more water over his face to get rid of the feeling of sleep that still hangs over him despite the shower he just had.
He waits in the kitchen, fidgets with the letters sitting on the counter and looks like he's busy. He hears the lawn mower stop outside and moves to the fridge, takes out the ridiculously expensive orange juice and sets it on the counter as the back door opens.
Steven wipes his brow on the bottom of his shirt as he exhales loudly.
"Cheers." He mutters and picks up the glass before leaning against the counter and drumming his fingers against it like he always does.
"David's..."
"Away. Like always."
"Yeh."
The silence is awkward like it always is as Steven turns to leave the glass in the sink.
"I'll get the bru..."
He's stopped by fingers wrapped around his wrist pulling tighter by the second. Xabi kisses him, presses him against the counter and threads his fingers in his hair like he's meant too.
*
"It'd be nice if you, you know. Could be here all the time."
David smirks and drags on his cigarette, shifts in Íker's bedsheets and the sticky humid air.
"I'd only break your heart."
Feels like he is eighteen with some poor defenceless girl attempting to chat him up. Íker isn't defenceless though; Íker is Íker. He is equal and able and strong and its not that he feels bigger, more powerful when he is with Xabi; it's just he feels like Xabi is someone to take care of to look out for. Beckham likes the difference, the contrast.
Íker reaches over then and does something he's not supposed too; he slides his hand into David's as he settles back against the pillows, rubs circles on the damp skin there with his thumb.
David frowns and looks at them lying there joined in a way they shouldn't be before he looks away and he thinks of Xabi, closes his eyes before the image is gone interrupted only by the sound of Íker sighing and placing himself against David.
*
Xabi could settle for his this, if one day David were never to return (that though scares him but not in the way that it should), he thinks as Steven moves against him. The air from the now wide open window wraps itself round their bodies as they move in rapture. Steven's breath vibrates against Xabi's shoulder as they crest simultaneously and Steven kisses him on the mouth before removing himself from the bed.
He awkwardly puts his clothes back on, skin flushed and hair sticking up in all directions as he drags old jeans over his legs and pulls on his shirt again.
Steven grins at him, carefree and something else and Xabi is momentarily jealous. (He feels guilty later when he hands Steven the cheque David left for his work and he sees that his wallet has nothing but a few notes inside it.) Watches him leave the room and wishes he could be free; which is strange because it's not like he isn't happy, like he couldn't leave if he wanted too.
He pours them water in the kitchen as Steven searches in the cupboard for some tool, or brush or other.
"No gardener comes every single day."
Steven frowns and takes his glass.
"That is what David said too me."
The other man grins and drinks, shrugs half way through the mouthful.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Steven finishes his drink and goes to head back outside before he turns back round.
"There's a game on the in the bar in town tonight, you fancy going for a drink and maybe dinner or something?" Steven looks hopeful, Xabi feels it but he shakes his head.
"I...I'm sorry I couldn't."
Steven smiles and mock salutes him, chants a polite "nevermind then" and Xabi feels horrible. Not for turning down the offer but because he wants to go but can't. Just can't because they aren't friends and Steven is just the man who cuts David's grass, cleans David's pool and ... fucks David's boyfriend. Xabi didn't even learn his name till after the third time, only because David came home from work early and said that "Stevie had done enough for the day."
An hour passes and Steven says he's done, he says goodbye and goes out the way he came in. Xabi hears him start his bike, the roar of the engine sparks something and he hurries to the door. Shouts at him to stop.
Xabi goes to the bar that evening. And after far too much alcohol he says too much. Steven stays the night and is gone before Xabi wakes. He is mildly relieved and sets to cleaning away every trace of anything that might hint that something happened; paranoid. His phone goes off on the bedside table and he blinks when he sees who it's from; 1 message, St.
*
Íker bids David farewell at the airport kisses him and David's heart stops when he whispers "Love you" against his mouth. David doesn't say it back and doesn't even know if wants too, he only manages a thought of "Too complicated" before he turns and enters the airport.
*
David returns in the early hours of the morning, just like when he left. He finds Xabi asleep as though he's never moved since he left. His heart contracts painfully and he climbs in with his clothes still on, wraps his arms around the sound body. Xabi exhales in his sleep.
David's phone goes off in his pocket; from Íker. He reads the words a few times ("Miss you.") and squeezes his eyes shut and finds himself asleep despite his filthy conscience; realises how fucking stupid he's been when he sees what he'g got there in his arms.
Xabi waits till he knows he's sound asleep and reaches for his own phone, opens the message again from earlier and lets out a shuddering, excited breath.
"Airport, 4 o clock tomorrow. See you then."
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we practice to decieve
david beckham/xabi alonso. david beckham/iker casillas. steven gerrard/xabi alonso | PG-13 | AU (alternate universe) | 1800 words
The sun has barely risen and neither have Xabi's hopes.
There's a single orange line acorss the bedspread, filtering through the gap in too thin curtains they don't even need. David sets his bag on the table and slips his phone into his pocket along with a packet of cigarettes he'll forget about later when he's queueing up to buy a more expensive packet. He needs to fix his hair again but can't turn on the light incase he wakes the other man. It's 6 o'clock when he glances back towards the dressing table, he pads over softly and kisses the other man asleep wrapped up in the sheets. He stirs and reaches out, threads fingers round a tense neck.
"You're going?" his voice is worn with sleep and cracks slightly at the last g.
David kisses him and grazes his nose softly against his cheek
"I'll be back before you know it."
Xabi manages a smile in the dark and runs his palm over the stubble he wishes was there. He says the same thing everytime and Xabi wonders why he wakes up anymore for this.
"Ok."
He sees David's eyes glisten in the dark with the guilt that Xabi knows he shouldn't feel. Xabi turns his head away; to hide the guilt that he himself should feel. Its a uncomplicated web that neither want to extract themselves from.
He hears the door shut and the sound of the tap running in the kitchen before the front door shuts too and David's car drives away from the house.
*
Xabi doesn't realise he fell asleep again until he wakes up and sees the clock blinking nine. He reaches for his book on the table beside his bed and his glasses. He only manages a few pages before it ends up on the floor among a pile of discarded clothing. He opens the window and welcomes the cool French air into the room.
He sighs as he casts his eyes over the fields, the blue sky and he wonders why his heart feels so heavy.
He likes France, likes how the sun feels on his back when he floats in the Mediterranean or in the pool and how the stone crunches under his feet when he takes the six mile walk into town. It dawned on him some time ago though, that maybe it was the familiar squeeze of the hand in his, the feel of lips against his own as the waves crested over his skin or the way the sun caught golden blonde hair; that maybe it was these things that made him love this place.
He makes his way downstairs, into the hall, kitchen and finally back garden to where he finds his hat from yesterday. Even outside feels isolated, he squints through the blinding sunlight at the vast house above him.
"It'll be fantastic Xabi, we'll love it. So much space, and no one to bother us." He'd whispered the words against his ear and Xabi had smiled and felt his heart beat right along with that of David's.
The more he thinks on it now, that maybe David is trying not to keep people from them but to keep Xabi from people.
It's six miles to the nearest village, which consists of a few shops, a bar and restaurant and a few other necessities. And Xabi doesn't often feel like taking on the 40 mile drive to Marseille for anything a little more adventurous. So he stays there for whatever number of days till David returns. Though not alone as his lover would think.
*
David likes Madrid better than anywhere else, he speaks Spanish not French, which some people would consider strange and some already have ("Why'd you leave Spain then?" .... "It's complicated." Oh yes). Xabi does though, the French rolls off his tongue as neat as Spanish or English and it irks him, that Xabi, his Xabi could quite easily converse with anyone he wanted. He's not possesive, he's loving he tells himself, he just cares about somethings more than others. He takes off his sunglasses when he is approached by Casillas outside the airport. Most of the time he actually is in Madrid on business, and even when he isn't Xabi believes he is anyway. He never looks him in the eye as when he tells him though, could never bear the thought of how Xabi's eyes would glisten with tears if he found out what his business trips were really like.
Íker's eyes are just as beautiful though, more so David often thinks when he's had too much Spanish wine on the balcony of his hotel room and Íker's mouth is on his. He never brings his guilt to Spain with him, leaves all thoughts of Xabi having to stay alone for a few days at the airport because this...this deserves his full attention.
They walk sometimes, hand in hand in the street; David in his suit and Íker in his smart shirt and they look like perfection. To top it off they walk into an expensive jewellers and David buys a five grand watch for the boyfriend Íker never asks about. Everything they are is based on the secrets they never tell.
*
Xabi watches him from the kitchen window, he splashes more water over his face to get rid of the feeling of sleep that still hangs over him despite the shower he just had.
He waits in the kitchen, fidgets with the letters sitting on the counter and looks like he's busy. He hears the lawn mower stop outside and moves to the fridge, takes out the ridiculously expensive orange juice and sets it on the counter as the back door opens.
Steven wipes his brow on the bottom of his shirt as he exhales loudly.
"Cheers." He mutters and picks up the glass before leaning against the counter and drumming his fingers against it like he always does.
"David's..."
"Away. Like always."
"Yeh."
The silence is awkward like it always is as Steven turns to leave the glass in the sink.
"I'll get the bru..."
He's stopped by fingers wrapped around his wrist pulling tighter by the second. Xabi kisses him, presses him against the counter and threads his fingers in his hair like he's meant too.
*
"It'd be nice if you, you know. Could be here all the time."
David smirks and drags on his cigarette, shifts in Íker's bedsheets and the sticky humid air.
"I'd only break your heart."
Feels like he is eighteen with some poor defenceless girl attempting to chat him up. Íker isn't defenceless though; Íker is Íker. He is equal and able and strong and its not that he feels bigger, more powerful when he is with Xabi; it's just he feels like Xabi is someone to take care of to look out for. Beckham likes the difference, the contrast.
Íker reaches over then and does something he's not supposed too; he slides his hand into David's as he settles back against the pillows, rubs circles on the damp skin there with his thumb.
David frowns and looks at them lying there joined in a way they shouldn't be before he looks away and he thinks of Xabi, closes his eyes before the image is gone interrupted only by the sound of Íker sighing and placing himself against David.
*
Xabi could settle for his this, if one day David were never to return (that though scares him but not in the way that it should), he thinks as Steven moves against him. The air from the now wide open window wraps itself round their bodies as they move in rapture. Steven's breath vibrates against Xabi's shoulder as they crest simultaneously and Steven kisses him on the mouth before removing himself from the bed.
He awkwardly puts his clothes back on, skin flushed and hair sticking up in all directions as he drags old jeans over his legs and pulls on his shirt again.
Steven grins at him, carefree and something else and Xabi is momentarily jealous. (He feels guilty later when he hands Steven the cheque David left for his work and he sees that his wallet has nothing but a few notes inside it.) Watches him leave the room and wishes he could be free; which is strange because it's not like he isn't happy, like he couldn't leave if he wanted too.
He pours them water in the kitchen as Steven searches in the cupboard for some tool, or brush or other.
"No gardener comes every single day."
Steven frowns and takes his glass.
"That is what David said too me."
The other man grins and drinks, shrugs half way through the mouthful.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Steven finishes his drink and goes to head back outside before he turns back round.
"There's a game on the in the bar in town tonight, you fancy going for a drink and maybe dinner or something?" Steven looks hopeful, Xabi feels it but he shakes his head.
"I...I'm sorry I couldn't."
Steven smiles and mock salutes him, chants a polite "nevermind then" and Xabi feels horrible. Not for turning down the offer but because he wants to go but can't. Just can't because they aren't friends and Steven is just the man who cuts David's grass, cleans David's pool and ... fucks David's boyfriend. Xabi didn't even learn his name till after the third time, only because David came home from work early and said that "Stevie had done enough for the day."
An hour passes and Steven says he's done, he says goodbye and goes out the way he came in. Xabi hears him start his bike, the roar of the engine sparks something and he hurries to the door. Shouts at him to stop.
Xabi goes to the bar that evening. And after far too much alcohol he says too much. Steven stays the night and is gone before Xabi wakes. He is mildly relieved and sets to cleaning away every trace of anything that might hint that something happened; paranoid. His phone goes off on the bedside table and he blinks when he sees who it's from; 1 message, St.
*
Íker bids David farewell at the airport kisses him and David's heart stops when he whispers "Love you" against his mouth. David doesn't say it back and doesn't even know if wants too, he only manages a thought of "Too complicated" before he turns and enters the airport.
*
David returns in the early hours of the morning, just like when he left. He finds Xabi asleep as though he's never moved since he left. His heart contracts painfully and he climbs in with his clothes still on, wraps his arms around the sound body. Xabi exhales in his sleep.
David's phone goes off in his pocket; from Íker. He reads the words a few times ("Miss you.") and squeezes his eyes shut and finds himself asleep despite his filthy conscience; realises how fucking stupid he's been when he sees what he'g got there in his arms.
Xabi waits till he knows he's sound asleep and reaches for his own phone, opens the message again from earlier and lets out a shuddering, excited breath.
"Airport, 4 o clock tomorrow. See you then."
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