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. This part does get a little more graphic towards the end.
A/N: Not exactly true to how it works but close enough. Artistic license was taken with a lot of operating procedures. Normally there are visiting hours not days. Also thank you to liroa15 for being an epic beta and to shana0809 for listening to me ramble about these boys and being a great cheerleader. There is going to be two more parts to this saga then I have to figure out how to split up their stories.
The next day, everything was nearly back to normal. Sergio was waiting at their table with an expectant look plastered on his face. Fernando couldn’t guess why. He was beyond guessing any of Sergio’s emotions. They mattered, but he figured that he really only had two options when it came to them. The first was just to go with them so he wouldn’t expect anything and ultimately be let down. The second was try and anticipate things and be thrown for a loop. If he went with it, then everything would’ve just been easier at the end of the day for everyone.
“Is your mom is coming, Cesc?”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that normal if he wasn’t the first person Sergio said hi to. He had been the first to get a hello or a reaction since the second day.
“Yeah, that’s what she said last night anyway. We’ll see,” Cesc nodded as he started to eat. He obviously didn’t sense any tension.
“You have any idea if your editor is coming, Fer?”
He looked up at that, maybe he was over-thinking things. Sergio was talking to him; it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him. He knows today is the day to come if he wants to.”
“We know, David.”
“I was going to wait until you asked at least.” David shot Sergio a shy little smile that
Fernando didn’t like. He was supposed to be the only one sharing any kind of private looks with the other man. He was the one who got the blow job. Then again, he had no idea if it was something Sergio did with everyone or not.
“I wasn’t going to though.” Sergio smiled back brightly before he stood up.
Fernando was ready to tell him off for flirting with David when Sergio stood and moved to bend over him. His lips suddenly touched his ear, and Fernando froze. He didn’t even know why he cared so much about who Sergio did anything with. In a week, he’d be out of there, and Sergio would be gone in a few days. Forming attachments didn’t exactly seem like the sanest idea. They were never going to see each other after they walked out of those doors. Sergio was just a crush and a few firsts when it came down to it.
“What?” Fernando blinked and tried not to look around the room to see who was watching them.
“Don’t go to your room today. Families use it. Go to the rec room. No one will be in there. We can be alone there.”
Fernando pushed away from the table and stood up. “We don’t need to be alone.” With that he stalked back to the room he shared with Cesc.
It took most of his effort to not slam his fist into the wall on the short walk down the hallway. He supposed this was some kind of cosmic revenge for all the random hook ups he’s had in his past or for all the times he ended up cheating on his girlfriends. Naturally, he’d end up finding some random man who would solidify the thoughts he’s had about his own sexuality while he was in treatment with a bunch of crazy people. It was even more expected that he’d end up getting used. The universe worked in ridiculous ways like that, and he knew it.
It didn’t take long for Cesc to appear in the doorway. “What happened with Sergio?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Cesc, don’t say that.” It still made him uncomfortable when Cesc did anything that reminded him he wasn’t really a teenager. He didn’t want to realize that Cesc was a man and got to swear and kiss boys and do anything else he wanted. Cesc was not his little brother.
“Listen.” Cesc sat down beside him and exhaled deeply. “He’s been really fucked over by a lot of people. He doesn’t know how to be good for or with anyone.”
“All I wanted was a hi or a wave after he blew me.”
“Oh. I expected more than a blow job.”
“What? Does he do it with everyone?”
Cesc laughed. “No. I don’t think he’s even talked to anyone who wasn’t me or Silva.”
“We don’t really talk.”
“Then what do you do with him all day?”
“I write. He reads.”
“That’s really domestic of you, Fernando,” Cesc laughed harder.
“Shut up, Cesc. What about you? What do you guys do all night long?”
He shrugged and closed up his body a little. “We sit around. Nothing really. I mean, I wouldn’t do anything that could get him in trouble. We don’t do anything we can’t pretend isn’t more than what it is. Like a doctor walked in on us playing cards. They told Iker not to fraternize so much, but he didn’t get into any real trouble.”
“Sergio made it sound like you were going at it like rabbits.”
“No.” Cesc blushed, and Fernando guessed that they either hadn’t had sex yet, or they did it every waking second in the time between Cesc being home and back in treatment.
“Does your family know?”
“God no. I’m so happy he’s not here during the day. When I leave, I can actually bring him around, and they won’t know who he is. I don’t know what’s going to happen when they ask him about work though. It might get really messed up really quickly. Then… like my family knows I’m gay, but they’ve never seen me date a man. They’ve seen me with a girl. I don’t know how they’ll react to me with a guy, never mind an older guy.”
Fernando nodded. “That’s really complicated.”
“He makes me happy.”
It’s so simple that Fernando didn’t really know what to say at first. He didn’t think that the whole idea of love conquers all and taking on the world together and every other sappy love quote was something that could exist in the real world. He was obviously wrong. There was no arguing the way Cesc reacted to Iker.
“Aww.” Fernando nudged Cesc a little bit and stood. “I guess I should go and write. I think Sergio is expecting me.”
“You like him, don’t you?”
“I’m a fan of his mouth,” Fernando said with a shrug before walking out of the room. He’d ignore the fact that his brain went over a check list of all the things he did like about Sergio.
By the time he got to the rec room, various family members had started to show up. They were all clustered together, and their passes were visible. No one wanted to be stuck here or mistaken for a patient, well no one but him. He scanned the room again and frowned to see his editor talking to David. It wasn’t even talking; he could tell by the body language that it was flirting. Xabi was half leaning on the wall and half leaning over David with a wide smile on his face. The treatment center was looking more and more like a meat market every day.
“Xabi, he has a boyfriend,” Fernando said in a no-nonsense tone as he walked over to the pair.
“Who is late,” David added in with a little frown. He looked very content to stand there and let Xabi flirt with him. “This is your editor?”
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t you lucky?”
Fernando watched with a horrified expression as David gave Xabi a once over before he walked away.
“You didn’t tell me there were attractive guys in here.”
“It’s not a dating pool. Everyone you see in here has something wrong with them.”
“Oh, he looked fine to me.”
Fernando raised his hand. “Stop, Xabi.”
“Fine. Can we go somewhere quiet so I can read what you have?”
Fernando shrugged. “We can’t really go hide away anywhere; I’ll get in trouble. Sergio said the rec room would clear out once everyone got here.”
“Is Sergio the roommate?”
“No, he’s not,” Fernando answered shortly. “Cesc is my roommate. Sergio is in my group. He’s David’s roommate.”
“Was that the kid’s name?”
Fernando rolled his eyes. Even though he’d thought David was just a kid the first time he saw him, he wasn’t going to let that go. “So you’re a dirty old man now, Xabi?”
“For him? Yes. He’s legal, right? ” Xabi nodded.
“I don’t even know. I think so.” Fernando shook his head and pulled Xabi to sit down in a corner of the room. He produced the notebook.
“You’ve been writing in this? Who’s going to type it up?”
“I’ll find someone to do it, or I’ll do it. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, let’s get through this.”
Fernando watched as Xabi pulled out his glasses and a pen to make notes with. He answered the few questions thrown at him, but they mostly sat in silence. A half hour into the process, the room had emptied out, and Sergio showed up. They made eye contact, and Fernando didn’t miss Sergio’s eyes flickering down to the notebook and back up to Xabi.
“Hey, Fer?” Xabi got his attention by putting a hand over his that was resting on the table.
“Is this crayon?”
“Yeah. Don’t judge, man.” Fernando looked away from Sergio and focused back on his work. This was about work, not Sergio Ramos. Though he did notice when Sergio settled down in the opposite corner of the room to finish his book.
It took the whole five hours for them to get through the notebook. There were so many corrections and questions in the margins by the time Xabi was done that Fernando wasn’t feeling so sure about Sergio as his main topic. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t really all that sure about it from the start. The character had too many unanswered, erratic elements, but so did the person. It might have been too real to be an entertaining story.
“Okay, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you in like a week? Come right to my house if it’s not work hours. We need to get this done. Don’t go home drink a bottle of vodka and pass out and sleep for three days.”
“Yeah, yeah. I won’t. I promise.” Fernando gave him a tight hug, not really ready to let go of his connection to the real world.
“Are you going to cry?”
“No, you asshole.” Fernando shoved at him and walked away. “Fuck off. Go home.” He said it with a smile.
He wasn’t alone a full minute when Sergio showed up and started to walk next to him. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“That’s my editor. You couldn’t pay me to date him.”
“You let him read your notebook.”
“He’s my editor. He has to read it. He came in so he could give me notes on all the shit I have to fix.” He really didn’t have time for this.
“That hug didn’t look like he was just your editor. Did you lie when you said you’ve never been with another guy?”
“No.” Fernando threw his arms up. “Where is all this shit coming from anyway, Sergio?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry I gave a shit in the first place.”
Fernando turned on his heel and stomped back to his room for the second time that day. He wasn’t about to play little kid games with Sergio. He was going to be out of here soon enough. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. That was only because of the book. Once it was all written down, Sergio wouldn’t matter to him anymore. He would just be another notch of experience on Fernando’s belt.
“Fernando!”
Fernando stopped short and turned at the frantic tone in Cesc’s voice. “What’s wrong?”
“David.”
He let himself be pulled down the hallway, having no clue what was really going on. The day was already almost too much for him to process. He didn’t need… he didn’t need a bloody David Silva. “What the... get Iker. Cesc, get him right now.”
Fernando grabbed a shirt from the floor and dropped to his knees beside Sergio and, more importantly, David. It looked like the boy had tried to carve out his arm with the broken end of a plastic spoon. Fernando couldn’t think about that though; he had to stop the bleeding. Reaching over, he grabbed a dirty shirt off of the floor next to him. He ripped it and tied part of the shirt around David’s upper arm before pressing the rest of it down on the wound.
“Sergio, what happened?”
“He said his boyfriend came and dumped him.”
“Fuck.” Fernando looked up at the ceiling. He could have really used a bottle or three of vodka right now.
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. This part does get a little more graphic towards the end.
A/N: Not exactly true to how it works but close enough. Artistic license was taken with a lot of operating procedures. Normally there are visiting hours not days. Also thank you to liroa15 for being an epic beta and to shana0809 for listening to me ramble about these boys and being a great cheerleader. There is going to be two more parts to this saga then I have to figure out how to split up their stories.
The next day, everything was nearly back to normal. Sergio was waiting at their table with an expectant look plastered on his face. Fernando couldn’t guess why. He was beyond guessing any of Sergio’s emotions. They mattered, but he figured that he really only had two options when it came to them. The first was just to go with them so he wouldn’t expect anything and ultimately be let down. The second was try and anticipate things and be thrown for a loop. If he went with it, then everything would’ve just been easier at the end of the day for everyone.
“Is your mom is coming, Cesc?”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that normal if he wasn’t the first person Sergio said hi to. He had been the first to get a hello or a reaction since the second day.
“Yeah, that’s what she said last night anyway. We’ll see,” Cesc nodded as he started to eat. He obviously didn’t sense any tension.
“You have any idea if your editor is coming, Fer?”
He looked up at that, maybe he was over-thinking things. Sergio was talking to him; it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him. He knows today is the day to come if he wants to.”
“We know, David.”
“I was going to wait until you asked at least.” David shot Sergio a shy little smile that
Fernando didn’t like. He was supposed to be the only one sharing any kind of private looks with the other man. He was the one who got the blow job. Then again, he had no idea if it was something Sergio did with everyone or not.
“I wasn’t going to though.” Sergio smiled back brightly before he stood up.
Fernando was ready to tell him off for flirting with David when Sergio stood and moved to bend over him. His lips suddenly touched his ear, and Fernando froze. He didn’t even know why he cared so much about who Sergio did anything with. In a week, he’d be out of there, and Sergio would be gone in a few days. Forming attachments didn’t exactly seem like the sanest idea. They were never going to see each other after they walked out of those doors. Sergio was just a crush and a few firsts when it came down to it.
“What?” Fernando blinked and tried not to look around the room to see who was watching them.
“Don’t go to your room today. Families use it. Go to the rec room. No one will be in there. We can be alone there.”
Fernando pushed away from the table and stood up. “We don’t need to be alone.” With that he stalked back to the room he shared with Cesc.
It took most of his effort to not slam his fist into the wall on the short walk down the hallway. He supposed this was some kind of cosmic revenge for all the random hook ups he’s had in his past or for all the times he ended up cheating on his girlfriends. Naturally, he’d end up finding some random man who would solidify the thoughts he’s had about his own sexuality while he was in treatment with a bunch of crazy people. It was even more expected that he’d end up getting used. The universe worked in ridiculous ways like that, and he knew it.
It didn’t take long for Cesc to appear in the doorway. “What happened with Sergio?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Cesc, don’t say that.” It still made him uncomfortable when Cesc did anything that reminded him he wasn’t really a teenager. He didn’t want to realize that Cesc was a man and got to swear and kiss boys and do anything else he wanted. Cesc was not his little brother.
“Listen.” Cesc sat down beside him and exhaled deeply. “He’s been really fucked over by a lot of people. He doesn’t know how to be good for or with anyone.”
“All I wanted was a hi or a wave after he blew me.”
“Oh. I expected more than a blow job.”
“What? Does he do it with everyone?”
Cesc laughed. “No. I don’t think he’s even talked to anyone who wasn’t me or Silva.”
“We don’t really talk.”
“Then what do you do with him all day?”
“I write. He reads.”
“That’s really domestic of you, Fernando,” Cesc laughed harder.
“Shut up, Cesc. What about you? What do you guys do all night long?”
He shrugged and closed up his body a little. “We sit around. Nothing really. I mean, I wouldn’t do anything that could get him in trouble. We don’t do anything we can’t pretend isn’t more than what it is. Like a doctor walked in on us playing cards. They told Iker not to fraternize so much, but he didn’t get into any real trouble.”
“Sergio made it sound like you were going at it like rabbits.”
“No.” Cesc blushed, and Fernando guessed that they either hadn’t had sex yet, or they did it every waking second in the time between Cesc being home and back in treatment.
“Does your family know?”
“God no. I’m so happy he’s not here during the day. When I leave, I can actually bring him around, and they won’t know who he is. I don’t know what’s going to happen when they ask him about work though. It might get really messed up really quickly. Then… like my family knows I’m gay, but they’ve never seen me date a man. They’ve seen me with a girl. I don’t know how they’ll react to me with a guy, never mind an older guy.”
Fernando nodded. “That’s really complicated.”
“He makes me happy.”
It’s so simple that Fernando didn’t really know what to say at first. He didn’t think that the whole idea of love conquers all and taking on the world together and every other sappy love quote was something that could exist in the real world. He was obviously wrong. There was no arguing the way Cesc reacted to Iker.
“Aww.” Fernando nudged Cesc a little bit and stood. “I guess I should go and write. I think Sergio is expecting me.”
“You like him, don’t you?”
“I’m a fan of his mouth,” Fernando said with a shrug before walking out of the room. He’d ignore the fact that his brain went over a check list of all the things he did like about Sergio.
By the time he got to the rec room, various family members had started to show up. They were all clustered together, and their passes were visible. No one wanted to be stuck here or mistaken for a patient, well no one but him. He scanned the room again and frowned to see his editor talking to David. It wasn’t even talking; he could tell by the body language that it was flirting. Xabi was half leaning on the wall and half leaning over David with a wide smile on his face. The treatment center was looking more and more like a meat market every day.
“Xabi, he has a boyfriend,” Fernando said in a no-nonsense tone as he walked over to the pair.
“Who is late,” David added in with a little frown. He looked very content to stand there and let Xabi flirt with him. “This is your editor?”
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t you lucky?”
Fernando watched with a horrified expression as David gave Xabi a once over before he walked away.
“You didn’t tell me there were attractive guys in here.”
“It’s not a dating pool. Everyone you see in here has something wrong with them.”
“Oh, he looked fine to me.”
Fernando raised his hand. “Stop, Xabi.”
“Fine. Can we go somewhere quiet so I can read what you have?”
Fernando shrugged. “We can’t really go hide away anywhere; I’ll get in trouble. Sergio said the rec room would clear out once everyone got here.”
“Is Sergio the roommate?”
“No, he’s not,” Fernando answered shortly. “Cesc is my roommate. Sergio is in my group. He’s David’s roommate.”
“Was that the kid’s name?”
Fernando rolled his eyes. Even though he’d thought David was just a kid the first time he saw him, he wasn’t going to let that go. “So you’re a dirty old man now, Xabi?”
“For him? Yes. He’s legal, right? ” Xabi nodded.
“I don’t even know. I think so.” Fernando shook his head and pulled Xabi to sit down in a corner of the room. He produced the notebook.
“You’ve been writing in this? Who’s going to type it up?”
“I’ll find someone to do it, or I’ll do it. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, let’s get through this.”
Fernando watched as Xabi pulled out his glasses and a pen to make notes with. He answered the few questions thrown at him, but they mostly sat in silence. A half hour into the process, the room had emptied out, and Sergio showed up. They made eye contact, and Fernando didn’t miss Sergio’s eyes flickering down to the notebook and back up to Xabi.
“Hey, Fer?” Xabi got his attention by putting a hand over his that was resting on the table.
“Is this crayon?”
“Yeah. Don’t judge, man.” Fernando looked away from Sergio and focused back on his work. This was about work, not Sergio Ramos. Though he did notice when Sergio settled down in the opposite corner of the room to finish his book.
It took the whole five hours for them to get through the notebook. There were so many corrections and questions in the margins by the time Xabi was done that Fernando wasn’t feeling so sure about Sergio as his main topic. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t really all that sure about it from the start. The character had too many unanswered, erratic elements, but so did the person. It might have been too real to be an entertaining story.
“Okay, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you in like a week? Come right to my house if it’s not work hours. We need to get this done. Don’t go home drink a bottle of vodka and pass out and sleep for three days.”
“Yeah, yeah. I won’t. I promise.” Fernando gave him a tight hug, not really ready to let go of his connection to the real world.
“Are you going to cry?”
“No, you asshole.” Fernando shoved at him and walked away. “Fuck off. Go home.” He said it with a smile.
He wasn’t alone a full minute when Sergio showed up and started to walk next to him. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“That’s my editor. You couldn’t pay me to date him.”
“You let him read your notebook.”
“He’s my editor. He has to read it. He came in so he could give me notes on all the shit I have to fix.” He really didn’t have time for this.
“That hug didn’t look like he was just your editor. Did you lie when you said you’ve never been with another guy?”
“No.” Fernando threw his arms up. “Where is all this shit coming from anyway, Sergio?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry I gave a shit in the first place.”
Fernando turned on his heel and stomped back to his room for the second time that day. He wasn’t about to play little kid games with Sergio. He was going to be out of here soon enough. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about the other man. That was only because of the book. Once it was all written down, Sergio wouldn’t matter to him anymore. He would just be another notch of experience on Fernando’s belt.
“Fernando!”
Fernando stopped short and turned at the frantic tone in Cesc’s voice. “What’s wrong?”
“David.”
He let himself be pulled down the hallway, having no clue what was really going on. The day was already almost too much for him to process. He didn’t need… he didn’t need a bloody David Silva. “What the... get Iker. Cesc, get him right now.”
Fernando grabbed a shirt from the floor and dropped to his knees beside Sergio and, more importantly, David. It looked like the boy had tried to carve out his arm with the broken end of a plastic spoon. Fernando couldn’t think about that though; he had to stop the bleeding. Reaching over, he grabbed a dirty shirt off of the floor next to him. He ripped it and tied part of the shirt around David’s upper arm before pressing the rest of it down on the wound.
“Sergio, what happened?”
“He said his boyfriend came and dumped him.”
“Fuck.” Fernando looked up at the ceiling. He could have really used a bottle or three of vodka right now.