true lips and sweet hearts (adam/silva)
true lips and sweet hearts
~1400
Adam, David, and love hearts. Does what it says on the packet. Written quickly for my dear ”the_wild_son” as an apology for suggesting I wanted fic in which David cheats on Adam. Sorry babe, I hope this made up for that. Deffo not still thinking about it.
"What is this?"
Adam looks up from where he is following the football on the BBC's live feed. David is standing in the doorway, looking at something in his hand. He's in an old hoodie of Adam's and it swamps him.
"What?" Adam says. "Hey, David, Chelsea or Spurs?"
David frowns, distractedly. "I don't know," he says. "Adam what is this?"
Adam pays attention this time. David holds up a small packet of sweets and looks quizzically at Adam.
"Um," Adam says. "They're... love hearts. Why do you have love hearts?"
David squints. "Love hearts?"
"Yeah you know like sweets. They have - things - written on them."
David keeps looking at them. Adam can see he's reading the packet, can recognise that particular concentration. A thought occurs to him. "Who gave you those?"
David looks up, "Who - pardon?"
"Who gave them to you? Where did you get them?"
David looks surprised. "In - in your hoodie," he says, replacing the packet in the front pocket to demonstrate. "No one gives them to me."
Adam goes a bit red. "Oh. I honestly have no idea how they got there."
David takes them out again and Adam says, "You can have them if you want."
He turns his attention back to the screen, because a stream of updates have gone by while he was talking to David. The first half is coming to an end and Adam makes the choice for them, turning on the TV to the Spurs game. David throws himself down beside Adam on the settee, close enough for their sleeves to brush and for Adam to feel the comforting heat of David, nearby. "The Barcelona game, it isn't finish."
Adam looks at him. "What? I just asked you."
David shrugs, and Adam kicks him lightly. "I just asked you," he repeats. "And you didn't answer, so I picked."
David looks at him, and that's all it takes for Adam to give in. He has no resolve. David goes back to the sweets, satisfied that he has got his own way, and Adam changes the channel. "Don't know why you want to watch them anyway," he grumbles. "It's not even like your friend Villa is playing."
Adam knows he should stop referring to David Villa like that, 'your friend Villa', but he can't, not quite yet. Not until he's very, very sure that David isn't going to disappear off to Spain at the end of any chosen season. Honestly, he believes that David will, that he will get tired of rain, get tired of being one of the great players not to play at the highest level. He hopes that David won't, but he believes that he will. It's easier that way. Only, the longer it goes on, the more Adam starts to wonder what he himself will do if that happens. He can't imagine living in Spain.
He glances over at David, who isn't even watching. Adam can't be bothered to argue the point. David has unwrapped the love hearts and is holding one in the palm of his hand, peering at it.
"What does it say then?"
David frowns. "I do," he reads.
Adam has an overwhelming urge to laugh, so he looks back to his laptop screen and focuses on the updates. Spurs have scored at the end of the first half. David puts his hand in front of the screen, palm open and upward, the love heart in the middle. Adam takes it. It figures that David wouldn't be interested. A few seconds later, David says, "Why not?"
"What?" Adam looks at him. "Why not what- oh."
The love heart says 'why not'. Adam squints at it in mirror image of David. "Why not what?" David says.
"I dunno. Maybe ‘Why not you eat me, David?’." Adam takes the sweet and holds it up to David's mouth. "Come on," he says. "Try one, David, they're nice. Fizzy."
David presses his lips together and Adam resists the childish need to force it past them. "Just one," he says, leaning in a little, and waving it enticingly. David smiles with closed lips, amused despite himself, and Adam laughs. "Alright then," he says, and pops it in his own mouth. "Suit yourself."
He crunches down on it and is taken by surprise when David pushes up off the sofa and kisses him. They kiss open mouthed and when Adam catches on he laughs and breaks it off.
David doesn't move back much, stays pressed up against Adam's side and his nose brushes Adam's cheek when Adam turns away to swallow and laugh again. "There are easier ways to try a love heart," he says, and David doesn't answer, just looks down at Adam's mouth until he kisses David again. This time they just kiss, slow and quiet, like they are learning. Adam thinks that he could do this all day and never get tired of it, but then David shifts, hooks one leg over Adam's and they both fall sideways a little. Adam slips a hand inside David's - his - hoodie, and David pulls back again. He shifts, leans up on one elbow and opens his hand. He's still holding the love hearts and he picks another one out.
He shows it to Adam. 'Hug me', it says, and David frowns, comically, and shakes his head. "No," he says, "I don't think."
Adam laughs and tries not to look too adoring, but he thinks it probably fails, because when David looks at him he stops what he was about to say and instead he smiles at Adam, a little bit knowing, a little bit pleased. They smile at each other for a minute, until it all gets a bit much for Adam and he kisses David again. David wraps a hand in Adam's t-shirt and Adam tries to pull David on top of him.
David pulls away again, and picks another sweet. "True lips," he reads, and blinks at it. "Adam-"
Adam starts laughing again, can't help it, with the look on David's face. "I have no clue," he says, "Are you sure that's what it says?"
David just holds it up for Adam to see. "I have no idea," Adam says again. "Does it mean you aren't going to lie to me?"
"Okay," David says, unexpectedly. He pushes at Adam until they are both lying down and David is settled on top of Adam, nestled between his legs. Adam wriggles until he can pull the laptop out from under them. He glances at the screen. Spurs are winning three one and he scrolls down to see who scored. David rests his chin on Adam's chest and looks too. When Adam takes too long he bites down gently on Adam’s t-shirt and when Adam switches his attention David smiles, pleased in a different way this time. He reaches out to close the laptop and Adam doesn't even think to protest. "So Adam," David says, "I won't lie to you. What do you ask me?"
Adam blinks and all possible questions go out of his head. "Um," he says, and David shifts distractingly on top of him. Adam pulls him a bit closer. "I don't know."
David grins, and drops the packet to the floor. "Nothing?" he says.
"Will you stay?" Adam says, before he even realises he's saying it. The breath goes out of his lungs and he doesn't know if it's the weight of David or the question. He makes a face, but David doesn't seem bothered. He looks at Adam, looks right at him and Adam looks away and then back again. David ducks his head down and kisses just over Adam's collar. Adam turns his head a little, brushes his mouth across the top of David's hair and hopes he hasn't just said something stupid.
"If I leave," David says, into Adam's collar, and then pulls back and fixes Adam with a soft, serious look. "It won't be you."
Adam doesn't know what to say, so he just says, "Okay," and then pulls at David until David is close enough to kiss.
~1400
Adam, David, and love hearts. Does what it says on the packet. Written quickly for my dear ”the_wild_son” as an apology for suggesting I wanted fic in which David cheats on Adam. Sorry babe, I hope this made up for that. Deffo not still thinking about it.
"What is this?"
Adam looks up from where he is following the football on the BBC's live feed. David is standing in the doorway, looking at something in his hand. He's in an old hoodie of Adam's and it swamps him.
"What?" Adam says. "Hey, David, Chelsea or Spurs?"
David frowns, distractedly. "I don't know," he says. "Adam what is this?"
Adam pays attention this time. David holds up a small packet of sweets and looks quizzically at Adam.
"Um," Adam says. "They're... love hearts. Why do you have love hearts?"
David squints. "Love hearts?"
"Yeah you know like sweets. They have - things - written on them."
David keeps looking at them. Adam can see he's reading the packet, can recognise that particular concentration. A thought occurs to him. "Who gave you those?"
David looks up, "Who - pardon?"
"Who gave them to you? Where did you get them?"
David looks surprised. "In - in your hoodie," he says, replacing the packet in the front pocket to demonstrate. "No one gives them to me."
Adam goes a bit red. "Oh. I honestly have no idea how they got there."
David takes them out again and Adam says, "You can have them if you want."
He turns his attention back to the screen, because a stream of updates have gone by while he was talking to David. The first half is coming to an end and Adam makes the choice for them, turning on the TV to the Spurs game. David throws himself down beside Adam on the settee, close enough for their sleeves to brush and for Adam to feel the comforting heat of David, nearby. "The Barcelona game, it isn't finish."
Adam looks at him. "What? I just asked you."
David shrugs, and Adam kicks him lightly. "I just asked you," he repeats. "And you didn't answer, so I picked."
David looks at him, and that's all it takes for Adam to give in. He has no resolve. David goes back to the sweets, satisfied that he has got his own way, and Adam changes the channel. "Don't know why you want to watch them anyway," he grumbles. "It's not even like your friend Villa is playing."
Adam knows he should stop referring to David Villa like that, 'your friend Villa', but he can't, not quite yet. Not until he's very, very sure that David isn't going to disappear off to Spain at the end of any chosen season. Honestly, he believes that David will, that he will get tired of rain, get tired of being one of the great players not to play at the highest level. He hopes that David won't, but he believes that he will. It's easier that way. Only, the longer it goes on, the more Adam starts to wonder what he himself will do if that happens. He can't imagine living in Spain.
He glances over at David, who isn't even watching. Adam can't be bothered to argue the point. David has unwrapped the love hearts and is holding one in the palm of his hand, peering at it.
"What does it say then?"
David frowns. "I do," he reads.
Adam has an overwhelming urge to laugh, so he looks back to his laptop screen and focuses on the updates. Spurs have scored at the end of the first half. David puts his hand in front of the screen, palm open and upward, the love heart in the middle. Adam takes it. It figures that David wouldn't be interested. A few seconds later, David says, "Why not?"
"What?" Adam looks at him. "Why not what- oh."
The love heart says 'why not'. Adam squints at it in mirror image of David. "Why not what?" David says.
"I dunno. Maybe ‘Why not you eat me, David?’." Adam takes the sweet and holds it up to David's mouth. "Come on," he says. "Try one, David, they're nice. Fizzy."
David presses his lips together and Adam resists the childish need to force it past them. "Just one," he says, leaning in a little, and waving it enticingly. David smiles with closed lips, amused despite himself, and Adam laughs. "Alright then," he says, and pops it in his own mouth. "Suit yourself."
He crunches down on it and is taken by surprise when David pushes up off the sofa and kisses him. They kiss open mouthed and when Adam catches on he laughs and breaks it off.
David doesn't move back much, stays pressed up against Adam's side and his nose brushes Adam's cheek when Adam turns away to swallow and laugh again. "There are easier ways to try a love heart," he says, and David doesn't answer, just looks down at Adam's mouth until he kisses David again. This time they just kiss, slow and quiet, like they are learning. Adam thinks that he could do this all day and never get tired of it, but then David shifts, hooks one leg over Adam's and they both fall sideways a little. Adam slips a hand inside David's - his - hoodie, and David pulls back again. He shifts, leans up on one elbow and opens his hand. He's still holding the love hearts and he picks another one out.
He shows it to Adam. 'Hug me', it says, and David frowns, comically, and shakes his head. "No," he says, "I don't think."
Adam laughs and tries not to look too adoring, but he thinks it probably fails, because when David looks at him he stops what he was about to say and instead he smiles at Adam, a little bit knowing, a little bit pleased. They smile at each other for a minute, until it all gets a bit much for Adam and he kisses David again. David wraps a hand in Adam's t-shirt and Adam tries to pull David on top of him.
David pulls away again, and picks another sweet. "True lips," he reads, and blinks at it. "Adam-"
Adam starts laughing again, can't help it, with the look on David's face. "I have no clue," he says, "Are you sure that's what it says?"
David just holds it up for Adam to see. "I have no idea," Adam says again. "Does it mean you aren't going to lie to me?"
"Okay," David says, unexpectedly. He pushes at Adam until they are both lying down and David is settled on top of Adam, nestled between his legs. Adam wriggles until he can pull the laptop out from under them. He glances at the screen. Spurs are winning three one and he scrolls down to see who scored. David rests his chin on Adam's chest and looks too. When Adam takes too long he bites down gently on Adam’s t-shirt and when Adam switches his attention David smiles, pleased in a different way this time. He reaches out to close the laptop and Adam doesn't even think to protest. "So Adam," David says, "I won't lie to you. What do you ask me?"
Adam blinks and all possible questions go out of his head. "Um," he says, and David shifts distractingly on top of him. Adam pulls him a bit closer. "I don't know."
David grins, and drops the packet to the floor. "Nothing?" he says.
"Will you stay?" Adam says, before he even realises he's saying it. The breath goes out of his lungs and he doesn't know if it's the weight of David or the question. He makes a face, but David doesn't seem bothered. He looks at Adam, looks right at him and Adam looks away and then back again. David ducks his head down and kisses just over Adam's collar. Adam turns his head a little, brushes his mouth across the top of David's hair and hopes he hasn't just said something stupid.
"If I leave," David says, into Adam's collar, and then pulls back and fixes Adam with a soft, serious look. "It won't be you."
Adam doesn't know what to say, so he just says, "Okay," and then pulls at David until David is close enough to kiss.