two weeks
Title: Two Weeks
Author: Amber
Rating: R
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Warning: It doesn't closely deal with disorders but there are mentions of suicide, self injury, and eating disorders.
A/N: Not exactly true to how it works but close enough. Artistic license was taken with a lot of operating procedures. Also thank you to liroa15 for being an epic beta and listening to me ramble about Sergio and everything else.
The next day, Fernando nearly skipped breakfast. He ate fast and then disappeared into what he was now referring to as his hallway. After he settled into the same nook as the day before, he took out his stolen pen and continued writing his story, well his fabricated story of Sergio. The sun warmed him and he smiled, focusing on each word that he scribbled down. He knew it was going to be hell to type up, but he couldn’t stop himself. Slowly, the story worked itself into a thinly veiled and highly romanticized version of what he knew of Sergio.
“You’re lucky they canceled group, but they’re looking for you to feed you lunch. Cesc is worried.”
Fernando looked up, annoyed. Every time he thought of Sergio, the man showed up. “I’m not hungry.”
“They don’t give a shit, and after you inhaling your food, they’ll start to be suspicious.”
“Why do you care?”
Sergio stopped, and Fernando was pleased to find he didn’t have any kind of come back. In the end, he ended up standing up and tucking the pen into the waist of his pants, pulling his shirt up in the process. He caught Sergio looking and a small blush spread over his cheeks. This wasn’t the place to develop some kind of homoerotic crush on a crazy person. He was just here to write a book, and right now he couldn’t write if they were going to make him eat. He couldn’t write if he was content to blindly follow Sergio around the treatment center.
“Stay here.” Fernando waited and didn’t have to force the smile when Sergio handed him a brown bag. “I told them I’d watch you eat. They know I’m a dick who’d tattle on you if you didn’t.”
“Where’s Cesc?”
“Sleeping.”
Fernando rolled his eyes. “It’s really dangerous for them to be together.”
Sergio nodded and pulled Fernando into a smallish room that was obviously some kind of makeshift library. “Don’t talk about them. No one really comes in here. You’re better off writing here.”
“This whole place makes me feel thirteen.”
“Did you sneak into the library to make out?”
“We’re going to make out?”
He flushed at the smirk on Sergio’s face. This wasn’t what he should be doing. Flirting with Sergio wasn’t on any kind of to do list he had in this place or in life. He should not be flirting with men.
“You said you had a girlfriend.”
“I said she dumped me.” Fernando nodded, trying his best to sound not interested. He opened up the bagged lunch and went through each item, lining them up. He felt younger by the second.
“So you flirt with guys on the side?”
“Are you gay or did you just have a boyfriend?”
“Gay.” Sergio leaned forward a little. “Do you like boys?”
“I don’t know,” Fernando answered honestly. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if Sergio was just picking on him or not. He didn’t see a point in lying if he didn’t even know what the motive behind the question was to begin with. So he was confused with his sexuality. What did it matter? A lot of people were.
“Have you ever done anything with a boy?”
“Nope.” Suddenly his food became the most fascinating item in the room. “What’s up with your family?”
“Isn’t that a little personal?”
Fernando was a little taken aback by the vulnerable tone in Sergio’s voice. “Apparently group is where you air your dirty laundry. I was listening.”
“They’re kind of a big deal in the city where I grew up. When I was a kid, I partied a lot. Drugs, drinking, sex, all of it. Lots of fights. I’m not like I used to be, but when I stopped I kind of realized I wasted my life, decided to OD, and well… here I am.”
Fernando nodded and kept with the feeling of being in school by handing Sergio a cookie with a smile. “My parents only talk to me because they feel like they have to.”
“Mine don’t know how to deal with me at all.”
“I don’t think a lot of people know how to deal with you, Sergio.”
That got a wide smile. “No, I don’t think so either.”
“So you’re in here because you tried to kill yourself? Cesc makes it sound like you were running around wherever punching people out and pissing them off,” Fernando commented as he stood up to look at one of the pathetic excuses for shelves the books were on.
“Cesc knows better. He just doesn’t want you to fight with me.”
“I didn’t think we were fighting. I thought you were being combative. Is he scared of you?”
He really wanted to be shocked to see Sergio standing close to him when he turned around, but he wasn’t. “He’s not. I don’t think he always knows what to say sometimes. He’s young.”
“How old are you?”
“A year older than him.”
Fernando laughed at that. “That makes you young too.”
“Do you want to kiss a boy, Fernando?”
“Yes.”
He should have thought about his answer before he just said yes. There wasn’t really room for any more thought after that though. Sergio backed him against the sad looking bookshelf and pressed their bodies together. That would have been enough for him. Fernando didn’t really need to feel Sergio’s lips against his own if he could already feel his cock against his thigh. He knew the lips would be too much stimulation, and they were. A moan slipped out of his mouth and his hands went to Sergio’s hips, holding them tight against his own.
It wasn’t really that different from any other kiss. The only difference was how fucking perfect Sergio’s mouth was. His lips were almost too full, and he knew just what to do with his tongue. Fernando didn’t think he should have kissed boys sooner, but he should have found Sergio to kiss him sooner.
“You guys really shouldn’t be doing that.”
The voice tore through his thought process, and he turned his head away from Sergio’s perfect mouth to see Iker. “Sorry.”
“You don’t really want my comment, do you, Iker?”
“No,” Iker gave him a wide smile, and Fernando felt like he had missed out on some inside joke.
“He has to go see the doctor now.”
He’s ashamed when a small whimper escapes his throat as Sergio moved away from his body.
Fernando just shook it off and shrugged. “I have to go?”
“They’ll find you,” Iker replied calmly, and Fernando knew he had to go.
As he left the room, Fernando could over hear Iker telling Sergio not to fuck around with him.
Author: Amber
Rating: R
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos, Cesc Fabregas/Iker Casillas
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. I just borrow and play.
Warning: It doesn't closely deal with disorders but there are mentions of suicide, self injury, and eating disorders.
A/N: Not exactly true to how it works but close enough. Artistic license was taken with a lot of operating procedures. Also thank you to liroa15 for being an epic beta and listening to me ramble about Sergio and everything else.
The next day, Fernando nearly skipped breakfast. He ate fast and then disappeared into what he was now referring to as his hallway. After he settled into the same nook as the day before, he took out his stolen pen and continued writing his story, well his fabricated story of Sergio. The sun warmed him and he smiled, focusing on each word that he scribbled down. He knew it was going to be hell to type up, but he couldn’t stop himself. Slowly, the story worked itself into a thinly veiled and highly romanticized version of what he knew of Sergio.
“You’re lucky they canceled group, but they’re looking for you to feed you lunch. Cesc is worried.”
Fernando looked up, annoyed. Every time he thought of Sergio, the man showed up. “I’m not hungry.”
“They don’t give a shit, and after you inhaling your food, they’ll start to be suspicious.”
“Why do you care?”
Sergio stopped, and Fernando was pleased to find he didn’t have any kind of come back. In the end, he ended up standing up and tucking the pen into the waist of his pants, pulling his shirt up in the process. He caught Sergio looking and a small blush spread over his cheeks. This wasn’t the place to develop some kind of homoerotic crush on a crazy person. He was just here to write a book, and right now he couldn’t write if they were going to make him eat. He couldn’t write if he was content to blindly follow Sergio around the treatment center.
“Stay here.” Fernando waited and didn’t have to force the smile when Sergio handed him a brown bag. “I told them I’d watch you eat. They know I’m a dick who’d tattle on you if you didn’t.”
“Where’s Cesc?”
“Sleeping.”
Fernando rolled his eyes. “It’s really dangerous for them to be together.”
Sergio nodded and pulled Fernando into a smallish room that was obviously some kind of makeshift library. “Don’t talk about them. No one really comes in here. You’re better off writing here.”
“This whole place makes me feel thirteen.”
“Did you sneak into the library to make out?”
“We’re going to make out?”
He flushed at the smirk on Sergio’s face. This wasn’t what he should be doing. Flirting with Sergio wasn’t on any kind of to do list he had in this place or in life. He should not be flirting with men.
“You said you had a girlfriend.”
“I said she dumped me.” Fernando nodded, trying his best to sound not interested. He opened up the bagged lunch and went through each item, lining them up. He felt younger by the second.
“So you flirt with guys on the side?”
“Are you gay or did you just have a boyfriend?”
“Gay.” Sergio leaned forward a little. “Do you like boys?”
“I don’t know,” Fernando answered honestly. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if Sergio was just picking on him or not. He didn’t see a point in lying if he didn’t even know what the motive behind the question was to begin with. So he was confused with his sexuality. What did it matter? A lot of people were.
“Have you ever done anything with a boy?”
“Nope.” Suddenly his food became the most fascinating item in the room. “What’s up with your family?”
“Isn’t that a little personal?”
Fernando was a little taken aback by the vulnerable tone in Sergio’s voice. “Apparently group is where you air your dirty laundry. I was listening.”
“They’re kind of a big deal in the city where I grew up. When I was a kid, I partied a lot. Drugs, drinking, sex, all of it. Lots of fights. I’m not like I used to be, but when I stopped I kind of realized I wasted my life, decided to OD, and well… here I am.”
Fernando nodded and kept with the feeling of being in school by handing Sergio a cookie with a smile. “My parents only talk to me because they feel like they have to.”
“Mine don’t know how to deal with me at all.”
“I don’t think a lot of people know how to deal with you, Sergio.”
That got a wide smile. “No, I don’t think so either.”
“So you’re in here because you tried to kill yourself? Cesc makes it sound like you were running around wherever punching people out and pissing them off,” Fernando commented as he stood up to look at one of the pathetic excuses for shelves the books were on.
“Cesc knows better. He just doesn’t want you to fight with me.”
“I didn’t think we were fighting. I thought you were being combative. Is he scared of you?”
He really wanted to be shocked to see Sergio standing close to him when he turned around, but he wasn’t. “He’s not. I don’t think he always knows what to say sometimes. He’s young.”
“How old are you?”
“A year older than him.”
Fernando laughed at that. “That makes you young too.”
“Do you want to kiss a boy, Fernando?”
“Yes.”
He should have thought about his answer before he just said yes. There wasn’t really room for any more thought after that though. Sergio backed him against the sad looking bookshelf and pressed their bodies together. That would have been enough for him. Fernando didn’t really need to feel Sergio’s lips against his own if he could already feel his cock against his thigh. He knew the lips would be too much stimulation, and they were. A moan slipped out of his mouth and his hands went to Sergio’s hips, holding them tight against his own.
It wasn’t really that different from any other kiss. The only difference was how fucking perfect Sergio’s mouth was. His lips were almost too full, and he knew just what to do with his tongue. Fernando didn’t think he should have kissed boys sooner, but he should have found Sergio to kiss him sooner.
“You guys really shouldn’t be doing that.”
The voice tore through his thought process, and he turned his head away from Sergio’s perfect mouth to see Iker. “Sorry.”
“You don’t really want my comment, do you, Iker?”
“No,” Iker gave him a wide smile, and Fernando felt like he had missed out on some inside joke.
“He has to go see the doctor now.”
He’s ashamed when a small whimper escapes his throat as Sergio moved away from his body.
Fernando just shook it off and shrugged. “I have to go?”
“They’ll find you,” Iker replied calmly, and Fernando knew he had to go.
As he left the room, Fernando could over hear Iker telling Sergio not to fuck around with him.