Vikings in Recess (TORRES X KEZMAN)
Title Vikings in Recess
Rating PG-13
Pairing Fernando Torres x Mateja Kezzman
Disclaimer I do not own Kezman nor Torres, and I this never happened
Summary Based on the fact that Kezman left Atletico Madrid this season. Also dedicated to
englad7914
How did it come down to this?
Someone tell me, someone must know.
One day, we are playing against the kashima antlers, a goal is scored, a hug is given. And we win, and at night he comes by my room and we talk, like most of the time, we just talk and lie there in bed. Like there will be no tomorrow, like we have known each other forever. Next thing I know, he is moving away, and what hurts the most is that he did not have the guts to tell me himself, I had to read it off some website.
Atletico striker Kezman set to join Fenerbahce read the headlines.
But somehow, everyone seemed to know about him leaving.
He walked up to me. Are you coming or not? he motioned to follow the rest of the team. You know, its the last day you will see me, I am going to Turky he smiles a bit, like when he would say that he would be right back, he was just going out for cigarettes. Of course, I will go pick up Olalla and meet you there later I throw back. Just the team, Fernando he winks, Sorry I promised her I would go out with her today, If I cant take her Im not going I grinned, and walked past him.
It was a lie of course, Olalla was not stupid, she knew that I had always had football first, my teammates, my team, everything related to my life had football first.
She even knew Kezman was leaving, so that day, she obviously heard about the party from Kezman's wife and she said she would go out with her so, us guys could bid farewell. Kezman knew it was a lie too.
When in the showers I felt a couple of hands around my waist, a familiar voice whispering into my ear I know you are lying, Olalla already knows that its a ...what did she call it?... boys night out. I dropped the soap, his thick accent tickling my earlobe. Leave me alone, Mateja, I know that I growled, but inside I was trying to control my impulse, his scent...sweat and mint.
I just felt like turning around and pushing him against the wall, I wanted to kiss him, bite his lips, make him tell me that it was all wrong, that it was a cheap joke by our new coach, and that he was not going to go away, maybe a bad dream. Fernando, you know I really like you he whispers, he nuzzles me. stop it, anyone can come in anytime I tremble a bit, and put my hands on his, grip them hard so I can push them away. He lets go.
He turns to walk away, there is a bit sign of relief in me.
Before I can stop myself, Im thinking outloud Why didn't you tell me first? He stops and turns around, his hands rest on the towel around his waist. You seemed really comfortable with Kun, you know he lets out, bitterly. Kun? I glare, I know im glaring, I can feel my eyebrows tense. I'm not stupid, Fernando. Back in Japan, all you talked about the night after the game was him his grip tightens on the towel. So you are switching because I praised Kun's game style? I cock my head sideways, he sighs and grunts, and he walks to me and he's got that look, that look I've seen before. Before every game, it's the look he gives the opposing team. See? This is so typical of you, It's always got to be about you He steps forward and I step back, and here I am pinned to the cold and wet bathroom tiles. If you listened to me, You would know. I had been thinking about switching even before the world cup, I just can't shine here. He doesn't whisper, but I can feel his breath on my face and he is angry, and he's still got that look. I wasn't seriously looking at the offers until after the game against the Kashima antlers, he looked down.
Listen, Im not going to waste my time anymore. You know I care for you, you know how much I care for you. But you know me, and football is my reason for living, and here I'm just not satisfied. I care for you, but I love football, Fernando. And nothing can ever change that, he looks at me, while telling me this, straight in the eyes, with a look that breaks my heart. With the same eyes, and the same voice that I tell Olalla everytime we have a fight, I love you, But I love football more. Sometimes she'd cry, and I would go back to watching the game. So this is what it felt like, I just stare, I know I'm just staring. He tilts my chin up, in a childish way, in the same way I'd softly hold Olalla's face after an argument, and he kisses me. He just kisses me, roughly, and his lips are torn and it's passionate. And he tastes like salt and mint.
You should really come by later, It will look weird if you don't. He pushes back, and puts his hand on my heart, and he leans in again, this time his lips on my ear Thank you, for the talks and the football, and the only reason I even stayed in Madrid until now and he turns around, and I still haven't said a thing, and he wants me to say something. It was nothing, Mateja...It was nothing. He laughs, his laughter echoes in the empty showers.
I suppose I got my explanation.
Rating PG-13
Pairing Fernando Torres x Mateja Kezzman
Disclaimer I do not own Kezman nor Torres, and I this never happened
Summary Based on the fact that Kezman left Atletico Madrid this season. Also dedicated to
englad7914
How did it come down to this?
Someone tell me, someone must know.
One day, we are playing against the kashima antlers, a goal is scored, a hug is given. And we win, and at night he comes by my room and we talk, like most of the time, we just talk and lie there in bed. Like there will be no tomorrow, like we have known each other forever. Next thing I know, he is moving away, and what hurts the most is that he did not have the guts to tell me himself, I had to read it off some website.
Atletico striker Kezman set to join Fenerbahce read the headlines.
But somehow, everyone seemed to know about him leaving.
He walked up to me. Are you coming or not? he motioned to follow the rest of the team. You know, its the last day you will see me, I am going to Turky he smiles a bit, like when he would say that he would be right back, he was just going out for cigarettes. Of course, I will go pick up Olalla and meet you there later I throw back. Just the team, Fernando he winks, Sorry I promised her I would go out with her today, If I cant take her Im not going I grinned, and walked past him.
It was a lie of course, Olalla was not stupid, she knew that I had always had football first, my teammates, my team, everything related to my life had football first.
She even knew Kezman was leaving, so that day, she obviously heard about the party from Kezman's wife and she said she would go out with her so, us guys could bid farewell. Kezman knew it was a lie too.
When in the showers I felt a couple of hands around my waist, a familiar voice whispering into my ear I know you are lying, Olalla already knows that its a ...what did she call it?... boys night out. I dropped the soap, his thick accent tickling my earlobe. Leave me alone, Mateja, I know that I growled, but inside I was trying to control my impulse, his scent...sweat and mint.
I just felt like turning around and pushing him against the wall, I wanted to kiss him, bite his lips, make him tell me that it was all wrong, that it was a cheap joke by our new coach, and that he was not going to go away, maybe a bad dream. Fernando, you know I really like you he whispers, he nuzzles me. stop it, anyone can come in anytime I tremble a bit, and put my hands on his, grip them hard so I can push them away. He lets go.
He turns to walk away, there is a bit sign of relief in me.
Before I can stop myself, Im thinking outloud Why didn't you tell me first? He stops and turns around, his hands rest on the towel around his waist. You seemed really comfortable with Kun, you know he lets out, bitterly. Kun? I glare, I know im glaring, I can feel my eyebrows tense. I'm not stupid, Fernando. Back in Japan, all you talked about the night after the game was him his grip tightens on the towel. So you are switching because I praised Kun's game style? I cock my head sideways, he sighs and grunts, and he walks to me and he's got that look, that look I've seen before. Before every game, it's the look he gives the opposing team. See? This is so typical of you, It's always got to be about you He steps forward and I step back, and here I am pinned to the cold and wet bathroom tiles. If you listened to me, You would know. I had been thinking about switching even before the world cup, I just can't shine here. He doesn't whisper, but I can feel his breath on my face and he is angry, and he's still got that look. I wasn't seriously looking at the offers until after the game against the Kashima antlers, he looked down.
Listen, Im not going to waste my time anymore. You know I care for you, you know how much I care for you. But you know me, and football is my reason for living, and here I'm just not satisfied. I care for you, but I love football, Fernando. And nothing can ever change that, he looks at me, while telling me this, straight in the eyes, with a look that breaks my heart. With the same eyes, and the same voice that I tell Olalla everytime we have a fight, I love you, But I love football more. Sometimes she'd cry, and I would go back to watching the game. So this is what it felt like, I just stare, I know I'm just staring. He tilts my chin up, in a childish way, in the same way I'd softly hold Olalla's face after an argument, and he kisses me. He just kisses me, roughly, and his lips are torn and it's passionate. And he tastes like salt and mint.
You should really come by later, It will look weird if you don't. He pushes back, and puts his hand on my heart, and he leans in again, this time his lips on my ear Thank you, for the talks and the football, and the only reason I even stayed in Madrid until now and he turns around, and I still haven't said a thing, and he wants me to say something. It was nothing, Mateja...It was nothing. He laughs, his laughter echoes in the empty showers.
I suppose I got my explanation.