Chapter Text
two days before the birthday
„You must be kidding me.”
Xabi kept caressing Robert's temple, but there was a new kind of tightening in his fingers. His motions lost fluidity, and it must have been obvious, as Robert looked up at him and turned on his back so their eyes could meet.
„I’m not. You said that I can have a wish. So this is it.” Robert stared at him with those icy blue eyes and Xabi realized that he won’t be able to say no. He surely had a soft spot for men with blue eyes. He traced the line of Robert’s broken nose, took a little time at the uneven curve of it.
„You know that I hate that game.”
„But it can be fun.”
„It's like stabbing me in the back.”
Xabi stopped drawing abstract lines on Robert's cheekbones and pulled back his hands. Robert tried to reach them and despite his anger, Xabi couldn’t retreat entirely behind his walls. So he let the other tangle their fingers.
„Please.”
„I hate you.” Xabi said and stood up, leaving Robert alone on the sofa. He could feel his piercing look on his nape.
one day before the birthday
„Okay, I can be quite a bitch sometimes.” Xabi hugged Robert from behind next morning.
The Pole was pouring his daily dose of coffee in a mug, and he almost spilled it on the counter. But he didn’t say a word, he just melted into the hug, and enjoyed the light little kisses Xabi placed on his jawline and neck.
Xabi didn’t have to say it out loud, it was clear that he changed his mind and decided to play the game.
the Big Day, 9:12
„Rise and shine, birthday boy.”
Robert looked up at Xabi under half-opened eyelids, then muttered something unintelligible and hid his face in the pillows. Xabi sighed.
„Then I must do it the other way.”
For a split second Robert felt the blanket rising and freezing cold made its way through the night’s cosiness. He was glad though, that the cold was immediately followed by Xabi and his icy feet. It could have been annoying, but it was Xabi and well, he compensated it with warm hands playing with the short hairs on his nape.
He took his time, as if he tried to memorize every inch of uncovered skin, drawing long lines from Robert’s clavicle up to his temple. Then he replaced the touches with fluttering kisses, following the exact same route, maybe spending even more time around Robert’s lips, careful to be teasingly close, but not close enough to a genuine kiss. Xabi was achingly patient and Robert couldn’t help himself, he slightly shifted in order to turn those feathery touches into the kiss he has been waiting for since an eternity. Xabi’s lips curled up in a smile and when the sleepy haze has finally disappeared Robert could see the small wrinkles in the corner of Xabi’s radiant chocolate eyes.
Robert devoured every moment of the coffee and oh-so-Xabi-tasting kiss and he would have died happily, because who needed air, when there was the possibility to share every last breath with Xabi.
But then their cat appeared from the middle of nowhere and jumped on Robert’s stomach, so Xabi was forced to break their morning make-out session. Robert sighed.
“Sometimes I wish we had left this stupid thing out on the streets.”
“But then we wouldn’t be here…” Xabi put the cat at the far end of the bed and the now wide awake Robert could enjoy the heavenly view of his perfect ass. His sleepy morning smile slowly transformed into a wide grin.
“And then I wouldn’t have the chance to admire your cute Spanish ass.”
Xabi’s face went from pale to Bayern red in a matter of seconds, but it didn’t stop him from wiggling that ass in question before sneaking back under the duvet.
“Well, that wasn’t my initial plan, but if you insist, we can return to it later, because…”
He was not able to expand his idea yet again, suddenly Robert’s hands were all over his body and those bright blue eyes lightened up with insatiable lust.
“We should stay in bed for the whole day to celebrate properly. Who cares about other plans.”
Xabi was tempted by the words breathed between two rather seductive kisses placed on his neck, and he arched and his lungs burnt, but…
“Actually I wanted to play your game,” Xabi managed to say the words he needed to, because preparing for it was demanding, he had to forget about every past memory and focus on the present, on Robert, just on Robert. He was afraid of rejection, what if the other was just joking or what if…
“Xabier, you are the love of my life,” was the response and Xabi felt himself relaxing and probably that was the best sensation ever. They just looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and that was everything, ocean-blue melting into coffee-brown. Robert leaned on Xabi’s shoulder and his fingers played mindlessly with the hem of his T-shirt, then he broke the comfortable silence.
“And how do you want to do it?” Xabi waited a bit with his answer, as if he was unsettled about how to put his thoughts into words.
“I thought that maybe… You can ask one every hour. I mean at 10 o’clock and at 11 and so on… And then maybe…” He stopped again, just to hide his face in Robert’s dishevelled hair.
“Maybe at midnight I can ask one as well,” Okay, now it was time for Xabi’s heart to almost stop again, it was just awful to be always on the verge of uncertainty. That was the exact moment when Robert’s right hand reached his chest and of course, he paused around his heart feeling every anxious beat of it.
“It’s going to be amazing this way.”
Xabi’s stupid heart didn’t stop beating frantically, but after the confirmation from Robert it felt like a good kind of excitement. Yes, the day was going to be wonderful. As a cherry on the top of the cake, Robert looked up at Xabi from that half-lying-on-him position and provokingly nodded towards the clock on the night stand.
“We’ve got half an hour till the first one.”