[FIC]Oiga, Perrito (Hey you, puppy)
Title: Oiga, Perrito
Pairing: Jens Lehmann/Arturo Vidal. Implies Bernd/Arturo
Rating: PG-13
Crew: Jens Lehmann, Arturo Vidal, Thomas Hitzlsperger,Mario Gomez (a.k.a Marito)
Summary: - Inspired by the match Leverkusen v/s Stuttgart - Jens learns a Chilean slang expression that will change his life even for one second.Jens POV.
I didn't know Arturo Vidal until yesterday. That guy with the 'punk' friseur and with black gloves... making his goodies, but at the same time behaving like a jerk and being booked till the point of expelling and injury. I wonder if Schnix was watching him... I hope so...
Even I almost don't save one shot from him! Damn!
It all began after the match. He already went out of the medical attention despite of his injury.
Mario was speaking to him in Spanish. He was using his second half. I heard some words I didn't understood, but in general, I understood:
"¿Qué te pasó?"
"No sé, de ahí me van a decir, compadre"
" No estuviste tan bien. Te comportaste un poco infantil"
" Reconozco que fui medio perno... anduve puro haciendo huevadas... de puro agilado me pasó..."
" Arturo... estuviste muy bien..."
" Gracias"
And I appeared there when Arturo looks at me from bottom to the top. He wants to run away (I was already shirtless)... he blushes, offering his hand and saying:
"Arturo Vidal.Un gusto conocerlo..."
"Jerk" I answered, letting him with the hand offered, without straighting it.
But I saw his face, with the anxiety fading away, becoming a sadness expression. I didn't wanted to make him feel sad. I just wanted to shake his mind and say how jerk he behaved during the match. I heard from Schnix that he understands more German than any Southamerican, even he speaks just a few words. He was already coming to the changing room... with his head laying down and shirtless. Schnix's words were true: he has physical potential.
"Hey du...hey du!"
And Marito begins to translate:
"¡Arturo Vidal, te están llamando!"
"¿Quién me llama?"
"Hey du!" I've said once again.
"Jens te llama"
"Filo... no pesco"
"Arturo Vidal!" I've exclaimed.
"¡Ayyy...! Pucha la cuestión*, tonto gil..."
Then he saw me and he had the mouth wide open...
There I was,shirtless, offering my hand...
I said in German:
"Come here... Arturo... es tut mir wirklich leid..."
Arturo had some kind of weakness for people older than him: 13,14 and even 17 years older...
I noted this in his way of walking and straighting his dark hand.
I said my name and finally we shaked hands. He was already glad and happy.
"Very nice to meet you..." he says...in German!!
I don't know why he wanted to do with me...
I felt his body very close to mine.
"Are you being unfaithful to Schnix?" I asked in German.
"Nein" he answered.
But then he gives me a tender hug.
I understood all...
I hadn't other choice than replying this...
Then I've heard an "AWWW!"
It was Thomas...
"I'm gonna tell to Mario"
"It's not your business... he just want to express his admiration for me"
" Hah! But... he doesn't 'admire' Schnix? Does he?" he says making the 'quote' gesture.
"Yes. I know.I know he's 'busy' man! Shoo shoo! Don't kill the moment..." I say still cuddling Arturo.
Hitzl left the place.
"Me dio vergüenza" Arturo says in Spanish.
I just laugh... "No problem!" I said in German. He already smiled and held me tighter.
But then, he kisses me on the cheek.
"Oiga, perrito. Nos vemos. Tchüs!"
"Tchüs!" I exclaimed waving hands while Arturo leaves the place.
I was thinking about Arturo and Bernd... if he has the inclination or he already admires men older than him.
Bernd told me the 'secret' that was DA BOMB as already wrote once in my laptop...
He always talk about race differences, even comparing one to each other.
Arturo's eyes were glowing while he went to me for just holding me tight.
Then, leaving the stadium, Arturo was with Gonzalo (Castro) telling in Spanish how 'fabulous Jens was. Incredible, taller... Idol,master' (in Spanish it would be like this: 'fabuloso Jens era. Increible...más alto... idolo,maestro')
I just chuckled.
But the destiny wanted to play the cards under the table. Arturo had his car next to me...
"Arturo... are you leaving?"
"Ja" he said.
Then...I wanted to speak him in Spanish. I had some traces of Italian in my phonetics... well... it was all a mess, but I did what I could... and sorry for syntax mistakes... it was similar to Schnix (btw, Arturo noticed this) and like a rapper would said...it goes something like this:
" Perdona... mi español no es bueno. Sólo decirte que yo te admiro. Nunca de mi te olvides."
Arturo was happier with this statement...
"Jens! ¡Ídolo, maestro!"
He hugs me once more... and I reply him
"Me tengo que ir " Arturo says.
"Nein!" I deny. "Oiga perrito"
"Ah?"
"Perdona..."
And I kiss him softly on his lips.
"Ojála Bernie no me vea."
"Bernie no está" I told him.
The kiss was a little more passionate than before. But not so as I wished.
"Jens...Jens...ich....ich...ich..."
I let him say it.
"Ich will dich..."
He closed his eyes... and once more I kiss the Chilean guy.
"Aw, Arturo... "
"Daaayum!"
Hitzl once more...
"Tommy... don't mess this once again, please, I beg ya!"
"Man! Does this boy taste like milk??"
"No...man...why?"
"'Cause he's younger than you. Much more..."
"What do you mean with it?"
"He's almost 20 years younger than you, man!! And look at his skin... do you have a stain on your lips?"
"Hey! Be careful with those jokes... Arturo understands German more than anyone here..."
"Don't overrate him...huh? He behaved like a jerk today! He almost pushed you and now he...ya know, cuddles you and saying 'idolo,maestro' stuff...."
" He admires me...that's all... and don't underestimate my experience... Arturo admires it."
" But you were kissing him! And Schnix is injured...What da hell is going on over here?"
"Ich liebe Bernd Schneider und Jens Lehmann" Arturo says.
"Whoa! Good pronunciation... nice... voice-tune... yeah... I know...see...see ya!" Tommy answers.
Then he runs away...and I've lost his sight.
Vidal frowns while holding me.
I frown too... and then I put my finger on my lips.
And once more we kissed... and more passionate than before ... then we ended with a lip to lip contact and kisses my hand saying:
"I'll try to improve my German"
"Mi español intentaré mejorarlo"
He winks an eye and gets into the car... then he starts engines and left the place.
I'll never forget Vidal... maybe Chilean people are like that... expressing the admiration for someone with experience... But Hitzlsperger must wait the Transfer Book opening if a Chilean moves to Bundesliga for knowing the real meaning of being tender and brave at the same time. With my mind already cool after the match I realized about this: Arturo made the impossible for make the match really awesome...
Indeed... Thomas is the real jerk... and needs to learn some lessons about life and love... specially when's about Chilean people.
The End
Rancagua, February 09th,2009
* = pucha la cuestión = is like saying 'what a shame'... it was captioned in TV by myself while replaying Arturo's first foul.
I read his lips in zeitlupe (slow motion) ... .