Title: Viva España
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Lucas Leiva
Summary: Stevie and Lucas watch the Spain vs Italy match and Lucas gets bored.
Disclaimer: Not true, never happened, no money.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Lucas Leiva
Summary: Stevie and Lucas watch the Spain vs Italy match and Lucas gets bored.
Disclaimer: Not true, never happened, no money.
A/N: You know that ela_alonso translates my fics from German into English, don´t you? However, huge thanks to ela for translating *hugs her*
Btw, I guess Lukas Podolski got a new haircut, but when I´ve written this fic he looked like( that )
But now to the fic:
“Oh my god, this match is so boring, let’s do something else, go to Carra’s bar or something like that.”
“Nope.”
“Nope?”
“They have a private party today, Jamie’s cousin has her hen night or something like that.”
“There are still lots of other bars in Liverpool...”
“Yup.”, unaffected, Stevie sipped on his Guiness.
“Oh, come on, Stevie! Then let’s cook, play billard, pot some plants, anything.”
“Lucas Pezzini Leiva, I’m certainly not going to pot plants on a rainy Sunday evening at quarter past nine!”
“It was just a joke, Stevie, you know, I wasn’t being serious.”
“I know what a joke is, thank you.”
“Hmph.”
“Nope.”
“Nope?”
“They have a private party today, Jamie’s cousin has her hen night or something like that.”
“There are still lots of other bars in Liverpool...”
“Yup.”, unaffected, Stevie sipped on his Guiness.
“Oh, come on, Stevie! Then let’s cook, play billard, pot some plants, anything.”
“Lucas Pezzini Leiva, I’m certainly not going to pot plants on a rainy Sunday evening at quarter past nine!”
“It was just a joke, Stevie, you know, I wasn’t being serious.”
“I know what a joke is, thank you.”
“Hmph.”
“...”
“And what are we going to do now?”
“Watch the match...”
“Damn, Stevie. This match is really boring, you can’t deny that. Let’s go out, drink something, celebrate. You can also watch this stupid match at some bar, damn it!”
“And when Spain scores while we’re on our way to the bar?”
“Then this goal will be shown a thousand times during half time and you-“
“But not the goal celebration.”
“The goal celebration? Why the hell do you want to see the goal celebration?”
“Not necessarily the goal celebration. Just Spain’s.”
“I think you already had a beer too much...”, Lucas said dryly. The Scouser ignored him.
“Perhaps they celebrate just like they did against Sweden, when they all jumped on Nando after he scored his goal.”, he explained.
The Brazilian opened his mouth but closed it again without having said a word.
“Don’t look at me like that, it was hot.”
“Oh my god, Gerrard!”
“Watch the match...”
“Damn, Stevie. This match is really boring, you can’t deny that. Let’s go out, drink something, celebrate. You can also watch this stupid match at some bar, damn it!”
“And when Spain scores while we’re on our way to the bar?”
“Then this goal will be shown a thousand times during half time and you-“
“But not the goal celebration.”
“The goal celebration? Why the hell do you want to see the goal celebration?”
“Not necessarily the goal celebration. Just Spain’s.”
“I think you already had a beer too much...”, Lucas said dryly. The Scouser ignored him.
“Perhaps they celebrate just like they did against Sweden, when they all jumped on Nando after he scored his goal.”, he explained.
The Brazilian opened his mouth but closed it again without having said a word.
“Don’t look at me like that, it was hot.”
“Oh my god, Gerrard!”
Irritated because of the normally so quiet Brazilian’s harsh voice, Stevie raised an eyebrow.
“What?”, he asked.
“You totally spend too much time with Álvaro.”
The Scouser was dumbstruck. What had gotten into his blonde boyfriend?
“I think you already had a beer too much, Lucas.”
“Perhaps.”
“Yeah.”, Stevie said shortly.
“Are you angry now?”
“No. But I’d really be grateful if you’d let me watch the match now without talking all the time, okay? You understand that?”
“Yes. Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m quiet.”
And the Brazilian kept his promise. About twenty minutes, till the beginning of the second half when Luca Toni just had missed a ball.
“What?”, he asked.
“You totally spend too much time with Álvaro.”
The Scouser was dumbstruck. What had gotten into his blonde boyfriend?
“I think you already had a beer too much, Lucas.”
“Perhaps.”
“Yeah.”, Stevie said shortly.
“Are you angry now?”
“No. But I’d really be grateful if you’d let me watch the match now without talking all the time, okay? You understand that?”
“Yes. Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m quiet.”
And the Brazilian kept his promise. About twenty minutes, till the beginning of the second half when Luca Toni just had missed a ball.
“What is that thing on his upper lip? Does he want to join the Gennaro-Gattuso-I’ll-first-shave-when-my-c
“Oh really?”, Stevie dismissed the thought to open another beer for the Blonde.
“Yep.”, he answered completely serious, “You ever looked at the blonde dots on Lukas Podolski’s head? That’s what this guy calls his “hair cut”. I mean – why does he do that to everyone else?”
“Oh really?”, Stevie dismissed the thought to open another beer for the Blonde.
“Yep.”, he answered completely serious, “You ever looked at the blonde dots on Lukas Podolski’s head? That’s what this guy calls his “hair cut”. I mean – why does he do that to everyone else?”
The last beer probably was already too much, the Englishman thought.
But at the same time, he thought in a way, he himself couldn’t really explain, that this different, more passionate Lucas was hot.
He gave in to the conversation.
“I don’t know, I just think that Bastian Schweinsteiger looks worse.”
“Oh yes, indeed. But thankfully, the austrian television got that as well.”
Again, the Scouser raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“Why do you think they showed his modelling Blonde more often than Spotface himself during the Germany vs Portugal match? But well, that could also be because they wanted the Germans to think that even in Germany are people you can let loose on the world...”
After Stevie had recovered from his coughing fit – he had choked on his Guiness – he looked sceptically at the Brazilian.
“Come off it, Lucas!”
But at the same time, he thought in a way, he himself couldn’t really explain, that this different, more passionate Lucas was hot.
He gave in to the conversation.
“I don’t know, I just think that Bastian Schweinsteiger looks worse.”
“Oh yes, indeed. But thankfully, the austrian television got that as well.”
Again, the Scouser raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“Why do you think they showed his modelling Blonde more often than Spotface himself during the Germany vs Portugal match? But well, that could also be because they wanted the Germans to think that even in Germany are people you can let loose on the world...”
After Stevie had recovered from his coughing fit – he had choked on his Guiness – he looked sceptically at the Brazilian.
“Come off it, Lucas!”
Only then did he notice Lucas’s red face, his tousled blonde hair, as if Lucas hadn’t slagged off some footballers during a TV evening but had had passionate sex. He looks hot, Stevie thought, trying not to get a hard-on.
“Stevie?”, Lucas’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“You look strange. Are you okay?”
The captain missed the glint in the younger one’s eyes.
“I... yes. Yes, I’m okay. I’m fine, really. It’s nothing.”
“It’s nothing, yeah? I more think that a certain captain of a football club in Liverpool – and I don’t mean Phil Neville – should get rid of some of his pent-up urges.”
And before Stevie could even open his mouth, Lucas had knelt down in front of him, pulled down his pants and the Scouser could see his cock vanishing in the blond midfielder’s mouth.
“Stevie?”, Lucas’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“You look strange. Are you okay?”
The captain missed the glint in the younger one’s eyes.
“I... yes. Yes, I’m okay. I’m fine, really. It’s nothing.”
“It’s nothing, yeah? I more think that a certain captain of a football club in Liverpool – and I don’t mean Phil Neville – should get rid of some of his pent-up urges.”
And before Stevie could even open his mouth, Lucas had knelt down in front of him, pulled down his pants and the Scouser could see his cock vanishing in the blond midfielder’s mouth.
P(ace: My room
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