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“Wild Wedding” - A Gerlonso Fic

Title: “Wild Wedding”

Pairings/Characters: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Alvaro Arbeloa/Raul Albiol, Jose Callejon, Alvaro Arbeloa/Jose Callejon

Mentioned: Raul/Guti, Marta Ponsati

Disclaimer: None of this is true - except that Jose and Marta did get married.

Rating: M (Sexual Content)

Word Count: 3958

Summary: Gerlonso attend Calleti’s wedding, and things get a little wild!

Comments: I love to hear what you all think of my fics more than anything, so please take a moment to drop me a message. You all really wanted Gerlonso, so I’d like to hear what you thought of it! :)

Notes: I do not have a beta reader, so I apologize for any mistake. I also apologize that this took a week to post! I may write a follow-up to this if this one goes over well.

Warnings: None, really.

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“Wait, Xabs…” Stevie grabbed Xabi’s wrist, his fingers colliding with his cuff links.

Xabi turned away from the front door of his Madrid home with a smile on his face. “What this time?” he asked with only a hint of chiding in his voice. “We got your phone, fixed your cuff link, your hair looks great…” Xabi stopped in the middle of a list of things Stevie had already used to hold up their departure.

Stevie smiled sheepishly. “I just… who is it that’s getting married?”

“Calleti,” Xabi told him for the third time.

Stevie frowned. “Who is Calleti again?”

Xabi laughed at Stevie’s terrible pronunciation, and closed the gap between them. “Steven, why are you nervous?” He pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Stevie’s eyes fell closed when Xabi’s lips touched his, and popped back open when Xabi pulled away only a second later.

“I just don’t know these people very well, and I keep getting confused.” Stevie’s lips turned down at the corners, and he looked into Xabi’s eyes for some sympathy.

“You know Álvaro.” He kissed him again, just barely brushing his lips. “His boyfriend is Raúl. Calleti is José Callejón. He used to play here in Madrid, but now he plays for Napoli.”

Stevie nodded while Xabi spoke. When Xabi finished, he said, “I thought Raúl was with Guti.”

Xabi laughed, and covered his face with his hand. “I’m sorry!” Stevie sputtered. “I don’t usually come to Spain. I don’t know your friends.”

“No, no. It’s okay. That was good, but that’s the wrong Raúl.”

“How many are there?”

“Millions. This is Albiol. He plays for Napoli, as well.”

Xabi nodded. “Like Calleti, who is actually José.”

“Yes.” He smiled. “They’re all really great guys. Honestly, you don’t need to worry.”

“He’s marrying a woman, right?” Stevie asked as he finally followed Xabi out the front door.

“Yes, he’s marrying a woman, though he’s not only into women.”

“Oh…?”

Xabi shook his head. “He and Arbe had a thing going a while back.”

“Before he started dating Albiol?”

“Yes, and then while he was dating him.” Xabi unlocked the car via the key fob, and opened Stevie’s door for him.

Stevie’s mouth hung open, and he didn’t make a move for the open door. “He cheated on him? And they’re going to his wedding. That seems a little…” He let it die at that, and his cheeks blushed crimson.

“He didn’t cheat. He and Albiol have an open relationship. They can both see other people as long as Arbe doesn’t sleep with his ex-wfie, or me.”

“You?!” Stevie’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“That’s one of the rules.”

“Why?! Why is that a rule?!”

“Because Albiol finds me threatening? I don’t know. I’m just telling you what the rules are, though I don’t, for the life of me, know why. How did we get to this subject?”

Stevie ignored Xabi’s ramblings and demanded, “Why would you be a threat to him?! You’re, not, well, have you slept with him?”

“No.”

“Then why does he see you as a threat?”

“I don’t know… Probably because Arbe finds me sexually attractive.” He shrugged his shoulders as if all of this meant absolutely nothing to him. “Are you going to get into the car?” He gestured to the open door with a sweep of his arm.

Stevie stumbled a little, but eventually plopped into the passenger’s seat. When Xabi joined him in the car, he turned toward him, and resumed the conversation. “He finds you sexually attractive. What doesn’t that mean exactly?”

“It means he would like to have sex with me, given the chance.”

“Would you ever give him the chance?!”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking so many questions?”

“Because! We do NOT have an open relationship, and I don’t like that Arbeloa finds you sexually attractive.”

“I’m sorry, love. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Do you find him sexually attractive?”

“He’s attractive, yes. Do I want to sleep with him? No. I only want to sleep with you, which is why I never so much as mentioned an open relationship. I’m all yours, Steven.”

A small smile crept onto Stevie’s face, and he reached across the center console to take Xabi’s hand. “I love you, Xabs.”

“And I love you, Steven.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “Now, can we please get going? We’re going to be late.”

~~~

“He’s one of my groomsmen! He can’t be late!” Calle paced back and forth in the small room that was designated for the groom and his groomsmen. His brother and best man, Juanmi, had been there, but he had gone to check on the guests. That left Calle with only one man: Arbe.

“Xabi will not be late. He’s never late.”

“He’s almost late. It’s almost time to begin.”

“They won’t start without you.” Arbe cocked a grin.

“They might. Marta might be walking down the aisle to meet an empty alter.”

Arbe shook his head. “You’re going to be fine.” He walked to him, and placed his hands on either side of his face. “Calm down.”

Calle blinked a few times, and then stared into his eyes. “I’m nervous, Arbe,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“What if this doesn’t work out?”

“You love her.”

“I loved you too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“We didn’t get married.”

“I don’t recall you asking.”

“You wouldn’t have agreed to it.”

“That’s different, isn’t it? It would hardly be acceptable for the two of us to walk down the aisle.”

“Still, I loved you, and you chose Albi.”

“And insisted on an open relationship, so I could still see you. And you chose Marta.”

“She agreed to let me see you.”

“Not after the wedding.”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t agree to that unless you really loved her, and thought this was going to work. I know you.”

“How do you know I’m not just tired of you?” Calle grinned, and tried to look down at the floor, but Arbe held his face firmly in both hands.

“No way.” He pulled his face to his and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re going to make a great husband to her, Calleti.”

Calle encircled Arbe’s midsection with his slender arms, and kissed him again, deeper this time. Arbe’s hands moved to the back of his head and neck.

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be getting married?”

Calle jumped away from Arbe, wiping his mouth. His face flushed.

“Fuck, Xabi,”Arbe muttered.

Xabi ignored him, and moved toward Calle. “Calleti… Felicidades…” When he wrapped him in a hug, he could feel Calle’s tensed muscles. “You can calm down,” he assured him. “I was only joking with the reprimand.”

“It’s all allowed,” Calle said anyway. “Just not after we’re married.”

“I know the rules, Calleti.” Xabi squeezed his shoulder, and backed up to join Stevie by the door. “Calle, this is Steven. Stevie, this is Calleti.”

Stevie shook his hand, and said, “Thank you for inviting me.”

Calle just nodded politely, because he hadn’t really invited him. He had just invited Xabi and his plus-one. For all the years that Stevie had been that for Xabi, Calle still hadn’t met him.

“Are you ready to get married?” Xabi asked.

“He’s nervous,” Arbe interjected.

“Why? You love Marta.”

Calle nodded. “I know. I do. It’s just a big change, and I don’t know. What if something goes wrong? What if it doesn’t work out?”

“How will it be a big change? You and Marta have been together for ages, and you’ve lived together for most of that time. As far as something going wrong, you just have to trust that if it does, you’ll be able to work through it. Surely, you think she’s worth a little work.”

Calle frowned. “Didn’t you feel that way about your wife? And you’re divorced now.”

“Well…” Xabi scratched the back of his head. “That was different. I was in love with Steven. I had to be with him. You’re in love with Marta, so you’ll be fine.”

Calle nodded, and thought for a few moments. “I guess you’re right.”

“He is,” Arbe assured him.

Calle smiled, and nodded. “I guess it’s time for me to get married then.”

Arbe nodded his head, and brushed his thumb over the younger man’s cheekbone. “You’re going to make a great husband. Marta is a lucky woman.” He leaned in one last time and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

~~~

The newlywed couple sat at the table with their wedding party, stealing kisses and giggling with one another as their guests filled the dance floor. Calle whispered sweet things into his new wife’s ear and watched her face light up with laughter. The apprehension he had felt earlier melted away with each smile that graced her beautiful face.

“They look happy,” Stevie whispered to Xabi as they danced slowly amongst the other couples. Juanmi and his girlfriend were twirling to their left; Arbe and Raúl to their right.

“Yes, they do. I’m happy for them. Calleti is a good kid. He deserves to have a happy life.”

“Do you think that’s what it takes to be really happy – a marriage, a family?” In his experience, marriage had given him mostly upset, but the family had brought him more happiness that he had ever known before.

“Not necessarily. I think a family can bring you great joy and happiness. You know that. You have the girls.” Xabi paused, allowing Stevie the time to nod. “I don’t think marriage is necessary for happiness.”

“You’re probably right about that. In my experience, it hasn’t been.”

Xabi changed positions slightly when everyone began to waltz. The newlywed couple joined their guests on the floor. Xabi watched them dance for a few moments before he spoke again. “Still… maybe we should give it a shot.”

“What?” Stevie pulled away from him, and stopped dancing.

“Marriage… Maybe we should give it a shot.”

“Xabi, are you…?” Stevie stopped speaking and shifted nervously on his feet when he noticed his raised voice was earning stares from the other guests. He took Xabi’s hand and dragged him out of the ballroom. Stevie glanced around the hallway to see that they were alone before he spoke. “Did you just propose to me?”

Xabi laughed. “Did you just drag me through a ballroom of people to ask me that?”

“Everyone was staring at us!”

“Because you look so good,” Xabi joked.

The corners of Stevie’s mouth turned down. “Seriously. They were.”

“I know. It was only, because you raised your voice above a nearly inaudible whisper. They don’t care. They’re all back to dancing, and talking about things that do not pertain to us.”

Stevie nodded his head slowly, and stared down at his shoes. When he looked back up, Xabi was smiling, waiting patiently for the words he seemed to sense would come. “Were you… proposing to me?”

“Not really. I was just throwing the idea out there. Do you think we should get married?”

“I’ll tell you what I think.” Stevie placed his hands on his hips. “I think you should get a ring and propose to me properly. And I think that if you do that, there is an excellent chance that I will say yes.”

“An excellent chance? Not a sure thing? Not a definite yes?”

Stevie shrugged his shoulders. “Depends on how good the ring is.”

Xabi punched him in the shoulder. Stevie laughed, and backed away, rubbing his shoulder though it didn’t really hurt much from the playful hit.

“You know I’ll say yes, but a proper proposal would be nice.”

“How about something romantic, like a proposal on a beach? It’s cliché for a reason!”

Stevie chuckled, and kissed his cheek. “Sounds good.”

“Good, because I was going to ask you to come away with me in a couple of weeks.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I found a secluded place with private picnics on private beaches in front of private villas.”

“That sounds very… private.”

Xabi crossed his arms over his chest, and cast the bitchface he reserved for unfair referees and rival players. “Private? That’s all?”

“I was just joking. That sounds amazing. I haven’t really gotten a proper holiday this summer.”

“I’ll book it then. Make sure you pack your surprise face. You might just get a surprise.”

“Oh, I just can’t imagine what that might be.” Stevie rolled his eyes, but grinned like a teenager in love.

Xabi started to say something when he heard the door to the conference room across from the ballroom open. He grabbed Stevie by the hand, and pulled him into the nearest room – the housekeeping closet.

“It’s dark in here,” Stevie hissed, tripping over something hard in the pitch black.

“Shh!” Xabi clamped his hand over Stevie’s mouth.

Hushed voices neared the door, and both men froze in one another’s arms. The voices traveled further away until they were no longer discernable. The men relaxed, and Xabi’s hand slowly slid away from his mouth.

Stevie felt Xabi move away, and heard the lock clicking on the door. “Why are we in here?” he whispered, wondering how Xabi could see to lock the door. He couldn’t see his hand, or anything else for that matter, in front of his face.

“We’re hiding… It’s kind of sexy.”

Stevie could hear the smirk in his lover’s voice. “Yes, but why are we doing the sexy hiding?”

“I didn’t want those people to see us. I don’t know who those people were. What if they were fans or reporters or who knows?”

“Hmm… and who knows if another will walk by?”

“There could be a silent one out there right now.”

“We should probably stay in here then.” Stevie could feel Xabi move closer to him. The aura of his presence washed over him before his chest softly collided with his.

Xabi pressed his lips to his ear, and whispered, “I think you’re right.”

“But… your friends…”

“Are busy dancing.”

“Too busy to notice that we’re having sex in the housekeeping closet?”

“Who said anything about having sex?! You’re throwing yourself at me? Wow!”

“You’re the one who pressed himself against me.”

“My ‘self’ isn’t pressed against you.” Xabi ground against him. “Now, it is, but it wasn’t before. For the record, it wasn’t against you.”

Stevie laughed, and placed his hands on either side of Xabi’s neck. His fingertips scratched at the hair on the back of his head. “Suddenly, I feel like a kid again, like a worked up teenager hiding in the janitor’s closet at school with a body pressed against his.”

“How many closets have you had sex in?” he asked, closing small gap between, and pressing his lips to his.

Stevie’s hands slid to the back of his head, and he intensified their kiss. “None,” he murmured.

“Let’s add one to that.”

~~~

“Where did Xabi go?” Calle asked as Arbe swayed with him in the corner of the dance floor.

“I finally managed to get you away from your wife for one dance, and you wanna talk about Xabi?”

“No.” He smiled, and his cheeks turned pink. “I just noticed that he hasn’t been here in a while.”

“Did you also noticed that Stevie is missing?”

Calle glanced around the room in search of the Scouser. “Hmm… It looks like he is.”

“Yeah, he is which means they are probably off having sex somewhere. We are in a giant hotel, after all.”

Calle gasped, scandalized. “Do you really think that they would leave my wedding party to have sex?”

“If I had my way, we would leave your wedding party to have sex.”

Calle gasped even louder. “Arbe, shh… I’m married now.”

“I was kidding.”

“Promise?”

“I promise… Unless you want to sneak off and find an empty room…”

“Arbe!”

He laughed. “Kidding, kidding. I promise.”

“Do you really think they’ve been off having sex this whole time?”

“Yes, I really do. They might not seem like the kind of guys who have sex in a random place like this, but you’d be surprised. Plus, weddings are romantic, and they get you all worked up.”

“You better get worked down, because we cannot sneak off like Xabi and Stevie.”

~~~

Stevie’s hand gripped the shelves behind him, and a moan rumbled up from his throat. Xabi’s hands gripped his hips, tugging them forward, sliding his cock further into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the shaft as his head bobbed back and forth.

“Xabs…” he groaned.

Xabi’s left hand fell away from his hip while the other one curled around the base of his cock. Xabi began stroking him while tracing a line around the head of his cock with the tip of his tongue.

Stevie gave a strangled shout as he came, cum shooting onto Xabi’s lips, and his mouth. Xabi jolted forward, and closed his mouth around his cock, swallowing down everything as it spilled onto his tongue.

Stevie moaned softly, and let his head fall back, eyes closed. Xabi pulled away, and stood up, kissing his neck. Stevie slowly brought his head up, and found his lover’s lips. They shared a long, deep kiss before Stevie gently pushed Xabi away.

Stevie quickly pulled up his shorts and pants. He could feel Xabi’s presence again, and he grabbed him. Xabi gasped when Stevie shoved him back against the opposite wall.

“Steven…”

Stevie bit Xabi’s bottom lip, and sucked it into his mouth. “Hmm?”

“I want you to touch me,” Xabi panted as he kissed him hungrily.

Stevie moaned into his mouth, and then pulled away. “With this?” He swiped his tongue tantalizingly slowly over Xabi’s neck. “Or this?” He slid his hand down Xabi’s back, under his pants, and onto his ass.

“Mmm… both, anything…”

Stevie quickly unbuttoned his trousers, and jerked them down. Xabi watched his hand delve into his shorts. He tossed his head back, and moaned when Stevie’s hand encircled his cock, and started to stroke him. He was so hard. Stevie swiped his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum over the head.

Xabi moaned and grabbed Stevie’s shoulders, balling his shirt up in his firsts. “Kiss…” he demanded.

Stevie looked up, and kissed him hard. His hand stilled in his pants, and a moment later it was gone. Xabi whimpered at the loss of the pleasurable feeling. Stevie nipped his lip, and pulled away again, quickly lowering himself to his knees. He pulled Xabi’s shorts down, and grabbed his cock, guiding it into his mouth. He sucked on the head, and flicked his tongue over the slit, tasting the salt of the pre-cum.

Xabi groaned, and grabbed a section of Stevie’s hair. He tugged his head forward, and rolled his hips. He plunged deeper into Stevie’s mouth.

Stevie moaned around his shaft, sending vibrations through his body. Xabi shivered, and moaned. His hand fell away from Stevie’s head, and planted his hands on the wall behind him.

Stevie bobbed his head faster, swirling his tongue around the head each time he pulled back. Xabi was near coming when suddenly Stevie’s mouth left him entirely. He grunted his discontent, and looked down at him. Stevie hand two of his own fingers in his mouth. When he pulled them out, they might a slurping sound that twisted Xabi’s stomach.

Stevie looked up, and grinned before closing his mouth over his cock, and taking him in again. Xabi’s head fell back against the wall. He fought back a loud moan.

Stevie used his right arm to knock Xabi’s legs apart a little. Xabi whimpered. He knew what was coming.

The fingers that had previously been in Stevie’s mouth wiggled between his cheeks, and slid over his entrance. Xabi moaned, and clenched his cheeks together. Stevie kept sliding his finger over the sensitive skin, and bobbing his head faster.

Stevie had just gotten the tip of his finger up inside Xabi when Xabi moaned loudly, and came into his mouth. Ropes of cum spilled into his mouth, and down his throat. Stevie drank it down, and lapped at the slit to get every last drop.

When he finally had, he let Xabi’s cock drop, and gently kissed his stomach. Xabi pulled him up a moment later, and kissed his lips. Stevie fell against his chest, and they held each other – silent, save their heavy breathing.

“We should get back,” Stevie said finally. He didn’t sound happy about leaving the small, dark closet though.

Xabi kissed him once more. “This was great,” he said with a laugh. “I haven’t done anything like this since…”

“Since ’05 when we had sex in the bathroom of that club in Istanbul,” Stevie finished.

Xabi laughed loudly, and quickly covered his mouth to muffle the sound. He hoped no one had walked by the closet while they were making so much noise. “Yes, since then,” he finally said.

“That was amazing… I can’t believe we haven’t done this more often.”

“Maybe we should.” Xabi grinned, and kissed him quickly. “But not now. Let’s go. I’m sure someone will be wondering where we’ve gone.

~~~

“Hey! Where did you guys disappear to?” Arbe asked when they walked back into the ballroom. They had located the bathroom first to clean up a bit. They hoped that they didn’t look like they had just blown each other in a closet.

“We needed to talk,” Xabi replied. “It was too loud in here, too many people, too much music.”

“What did you need to talk about that was so important? You missed my toast!”

“You didn’t say anything foolish, did you? Please tell me you didn’t mention the nature of your private relationship with Calleti.”

“Of course not. I’m not stupid. That is over now.”

Xabi nodded. “Well, good. Stevie and I were, well, we were discussing marriage.”

“Marriage?”

“Xabi proposed,” Stevie whispered.

Arbe’s eyes shot open wide. “What?! Are you serious?”

“I did,” Xabi confirmed. “I got caught up in the spirit of things.”

Stevie frowned, but didn’t say anything.

“Well, I agree that the environment is pretty romantic, but I don’t think it’s going to make me propose to Albi.”

Xabi rolled his eyes. “I’ve wanted to propose to Xabi for a long time. The environment just encouraged me to finally do it.”

Stevie wrapped his arm around his back, and smiled. That sounded much better than before.

“Wow. Are you really going to get married?”

Xabi glanced at Stevie, who said nothing, but did give his side a little squeeze. Xabi smiled, and turned back to Arbe. “Eventually. Not yet. I think that we probably need to wait for retirement. We can talk about acceptance, and how homophobia doesn’t exist in the sport, but you know as well as I do that it does. No one is safe to come out.”

“It’s true,” Albi said with a nod.

“We are going away together though. Fiji, probably. Somewhere secluded.” Xabi smiled at the thought of their upcoming holiday.

Arbe nodded, and said, “You could always get married there. Private ceremony. No one would have to find out.”

“We couldn’t live with each other though,” Stevie said in a melancholy tone.

Arbe shrugged his shoulders. “That’s true. Aren’t you retiring anyway?”

Stevie shook his head. “Just moving to the MLS.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Stevie frowned at Arbe. Xabi jumped to his defense. “He’s playing for one of the best teams in their league!”

Arbe nodded. “Right, sorry, Stevie.”

“It’s okay. You’re right, I guess.”

“You’ll be great, babe.” Xabi kissed his cheek, and grabbed his hand to pull him onto the dancefloor. “Come on. Let’s dance, and have a good time. No thinking about the future unless you’re thinking about our holiday!”

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