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Title: Of Ankle and Heart
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is fiction, a product of my imagination.
Summary: Set at Las Rozas (Spain NT headquarters) just before qualifiers.
Author´s Note: This is a silliness. First fic in this fandom. English is not my first language. Any correction/reviews will be wellcome
Silva grimaced when he tried to shift his position on the couch that he occupied in the tv lounge at Las Rozas. He heard a muffled sound behind him and turned around to find El Guaje standing by the door. Silva blushed when their eyes met. He didn´t know that Villa had already arrived. The canarian tried to conceal his distress but was rewarded with a sarcastic smile from the other David. Silva intended to concentrate on the match they were supossed to watch and managed to do it for a while, until he felt the small hairs on his nape stand on end and a warm breath brushed his ear.
"You can´t lie, kid."
Silva gulped and tried to sound impassive.
"I don´t know what you mean."
"Yes, you know. Your ankle won´t get any better if you keep on training and playing every match."
The younger man felt something hot and stupid growing inside him, unbearable. He snapped.
"It´s not your fucking bussiness!"
It took him several seconds to be aware of the sudden silence in the hall. He looked at his right and saw Raul´s wondering gaze. He didn´t dare to check the rest of the room, just stood up and left.
The way to the second floor seemed endless to him. His only wish was to be alone for a while and get asleep before Villa came back to the room they shared. Silva reached the corridor to his bedroom and spotted Pepe coming out from his. The goalie waved to him and approached with a smile. The canarian hurried and fumbled with his key, as he didn´t feel like socializing and joking with the other man, who seemed to be extra cheerful as of late ‘ doesn´t he realise that I´m not a party animal?’
"Hey, How are you, man? I heard about your ankle."
"Hi. Yeah, I´m having a checkup tomorrow. Er...Now, I just want to have a bath and go to sleep."
"You suffered the other day, in the match against Mallorca. Wow, I don´t know if I would be capable of playing after feeling pain for weeks!"
"Well...I got anti-inflammatory...How do you know it?"
"Oh, you are the latest hero, you know?"
Then, as sudden as he had reached Silva´s side some minutes ago, Pepe disappeared like a magician, after a pat at the other man´s shoulder.
Silva headed directly for the bathroom. He took his clothes careless off and got into the bathtub. He sank down in the water up to his shoulders and closed his eyes, trying not to pay attention to his pulsating ankle.
Silva lost track of time. A voice reached him from the bedroom, the other David´s voice. His senses became completely awake.
"....What, again?...One hour and a half left, this is crazy!...Do what you have to do. I´ll just sleep this hour off. See you and thanks."
Silva knew what it was about. Santi and Iker both had been checking their cell phones the whole afternoon when they noticed that El Guaje was late to join them at Las Rozas. The fact was that he didn´t know if the man at the other side of the wall was still his Che-teammate. The canarian realised that he was clinging to the thick shower curtains. He shook his head and stepped out of the bathtub, took one of those gayish bathrobes that they were provided with, and covered himself with it . Just when he was about to go back to the bedroom, Silva heard a knock at the main door. He catched himself listening intently with his ear glued to the bathroom´s door.
"What´s up?"
"Nothing"
"Yes, sure. Come on dude, it´s me you are talking to!"
Silva heard el Guaje´s intake of breath and he shivered.
"My agent just called me again. They insist on signing me!"
"The White House, I guess? Don´t you want to?"
Silva closed his eyes, as if he were about to be sentenced.
"You know what I want."
"Well, remind me."
Too many seconds went by. Silva had began to wonder, when he heard Villa´s half-hearted tone.
"Everybody wants to play in one of the best clubs in the world...But not now dude, not in this way. I´m Valencia´s leader, I don´t know that I would even get to play at Real Madrid."
"And...What about your other reason? The one that you mentioned to me on the phone five days ago."
"I don´t remember very well, man. You know I was very drunk."
"I have been drunk myself and I use to shout and sing silly things, but I don´t talk about feelings that I don´t really have...Wow, look at you, I think I never saw you blushing before."
Silva was sticked to the bathroom door as if he pretended to melt with it.
"Leave me alone, you gossip queen. If I said what I said there´s no need to repeat it again, why do you insist?"
Silva heard movement and Pepe´s voice sounded now closer to the bathroom.
"Because I don´t like my best friend getting drunk to be able to speak the truth."
"Let me. Have to pee."
"Not before you say it."
"Ok. Ididn´tsignedmynewcontractbeforeit wassurethathewasdefinitelystayinginValencia."
Silence.
"...AndI´mpatheticenoughtocontentmyselfwithDavidSilva´smerepresenceinmylife."
A `What?´from inside the bathroom was muffled by Pepe´s answer.
"You see? It was not so difficult."
"You done humiliating me?"
"I´d never do that. I´m leaving now, Carles is waiting to be beaten at cards."
The main door opened and, just before it closed again, Pepe´s voice was heard once more.
"Good night David!"
"Ok, don´t need to shout "- Was Villa´s answer.
Through Silva´s inner turmoil, something hit his mind and he run in the direction of the tub, jumped in and closed the curtains, just before Villa entered the bathroom. The young player sank as deep as possible but kept his nose off the water. He couldn´t bear it too long, so he raised his head to peer through the thin opening between the curtains. The other man stood facing his own reflexion in the mirror. Silva had never seen el Guaje so sad.
The following hours were the longest in the canarian´s life. He hid in the bathroom with his heart and ankle pounding and listening to Villa´s awake noises. It was four in the morning when he finally ventured in the bedroom to find the other David asleep at last. He just went silently to his own bed.
"....doctor, you sleepyhead!"
"What?"
Silva woke up to Villa´s raised voice.
"Didn´t your parents teach you to tidy your own things? I woke this morning to find the bathroom like a pigsty."
The bathroom was in that same state when Villa went in there last night, but Silva didn´t say anything about it. He just got up calmly.
"You took a a full tub bath in the midnight. Don´t you know that you could have fallen asleep and drowned?"
The canarian reached the bathroom door and saw Villa folding his clothes on the toilet, and he smiled.
"You don´t need to do that."
"Sure, and let them think that this mess is mine, but... look at this!"
Villa knelt down to pick up a soak bathrobe from a corner on the floor. Silva approached him. The asturian stood up and, when he turned around, the younger man was staring at him.
Silva took the bathrobe from the other David´s hand.
"Are you sure you want to be my mother?"
The deep sound of his own voice surprised him. He just let the bathrobe fall again and grabbed Villa´s waist instead with a trembling hand. El Guaje didn´t move, nor even seemed to breath. The midfielder found himself breaking the short distance between them and he kissed the striker´s mouth before he could articulate a word. Silva didn´t blink until he saw the other man closing eyes.
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The young player left to get his ankle checked up later that morning. In that sunny day, his surely serious injury seemed less important to him. Silva waved good-bye to the other guys who were heading for training. He just looked back once, enough to see the worried expressions in most of his team-mates faces, and the broad smile of Pepe Reina