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Title: Five Ficlets
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Nope not mine but if anyone is offering Cris up I'll willing accept him.
Summary: five ficlets.
Notes: un-betaed
o1 jealousy:
Cristiano doesn’t remember much before the incident but he can remember the incident itself and what happened afterwards. He remembers talking to Nani during the night (a gathering at Gary’s while his wife was visiting her parents) and maybe he was flirting but he flirts with everyone so he didn’t think much of it. And maybe Nani had been touching (caressing) his arm with his fingertips but the kid was drunk so he didn’t think much on that either.
But obviously Wayne did because when he came charging past slamming his body into Cristiano’s painfully and storming out the front door making sure it slammed in the process. Cristiano had jerked forward in pain and even let out a small whimper at the contact and once he had recovered he gaped in shock as the rest of the room fell into silence.
Cristiano turned around to look at Ryan (who was laying partially on top of Gary on the couch and Gary had an arm wrapped tightly around Ryan’s chest), hoping that he could give him some guidance (much like he had done in the past) and Ryan had this look of understanding on his face and Gary just raised an eyebrow and said, “Well what did you expect, mate?”
o2 firsts:
Wayne thinks back on his first time with Cristiano and every time he thinks about it he winces. It was awkward to say the least. They fumbled and shyly pulled at each others clothes. Wayne’s thoughts were in jumbles, he had never wanted anyone so much before but at the same time he didn’t want to want his young friend. He’d closed his eyes to try to set his mind at ease but every time he closed his eyes Colleen’s beautiful trusting smile would appear in front of him and his eyes would snap open in horror.
Cristiano had sensed his fear and uncertainty a mile away and his fingers had started shaking and uncertainty filled him as felt nerves he had never felt before. He didn’t know where to go from that point. Wayne had looked up from the ground at one point to see the same fear and uncertainty in his own eyes reflecting back at him from the young Portuguese.
Wayne had leaned up and kissed Cristiano firmly, the feelings he had swarming in him from earlier came rushing back to him, the feelings that were there before they made their way to the bedroom. He had closed his eyes before reopening them and tried to push his fear away before gripping Cristiano’s bare hips.
“I want you.” He had told him and Cristiano had let a small smile fall on his lips before moving backwards to the bed and pulling Wayne with him, and they removed each others clothes and figured out how to work it. And it was awkward and they fumbled and they bit each other too hard and they moved with shaky hands but Wayne wouldn’t have it any other way, to him it was perfect and besides practice makes perfect.
o3 hurt:
Cristiano feels that familiar hurt inside of him every time his eyes shift to take in the happy form of his former lover. He didn’t understand then and he doesn’t understand now how it all ended, how it all hurt so much. Cristiano was trying to be strong, was trying to be the person who could still be friends with someone that he was no longer having sex with, no longer waking up to in the mornings, no longer jumping all over in celebrations.
He tried to be the person who could walk up to his former lover and talk to him and laugh with him and just be there making his presence known, making sure the Englishman knew that he wasn’t holding any grudges, that he wouldn’t yell at him in anger but so far all he had managed was to look (stare) at him from afar.
Cristiano closed his eyes and looked away, he tried to be many things for Wayne but it was hard when he looked across the pitch and Wayne would slide his hands around Nani’s neck and press a kiss to his forehead (like he used to do to him) and Nani would laugh and gaze up at Wayne with a grin (like he used to do to Wayne). He was trying but it hurt.
o4 love:
Cristiano loved many things. He loved the ball at his feet, he loved the celebrations when he scored a goal, he loved the sun back home, and he loved his family but Wayne? He never expected to love him. In fact he was dead set on not loving Wayne, he wasn’t going to - ever. Of course fate or whatever other force was out there had other plans.
He can’t remember the exact thing that made him fall in love with Wayne because every time he thinks of Wayne he can’t remember the events too well, they come out as a blur, a happy blur that’s full of bright colours and hazy images. He can’t always remember the events but he always remembers the feelings but he still can’t pinpoint it, maybe in retrospect he was always in love with Wayne.
Cristiano shakes his head at that thought with a short laugh; he knows that’s not true. He hated Wayne on sight and he learnt later on that Wayne’s feelings were no different. He thought he was too rough around the edges, not tidy enough, and didn’t care about his appearance. Maybe these were shallow reasons but after learning that one of Wayne’s reasons was because he worse braces Cristiano didn’t feel so bad.
He remembers confessing it to Wayne and Wayne had looked at him after he had spat his drink out and gaped at him and Cristiano had taken it as a sign that Wayne didn’t feel the same and started blabbering on about he didn’t mean to fall in love with him and he could take it back if he could and then Wayne had gripped Cristiano’s shirt and pulled him forward into a hungry kiss that was all tongues and biting.
When he pulled back he said in the almost offending affectionate tone that only Wayne could manage, “Shut up you idiot, I love you too.”
o5 snow:
Wayne loved the snow, growing up in England he sure as hell saw a lot of it and he loved every second. Most people hated it and complained none stop about it but Wayne anticipated winter, he anticipated the smell of snow before it fell, he anticipated the feeling when the flakes fell to rest on his nose and he anticipated waking up in the morning when the snow had been falling heavily the night before so he could run outside and let his finger thread through the white texture.
Cristiano, however, did not like the snow and quite often had an ever present scowl on his face at training that was hardly ever removed from his features. The scowl only intensifies when Wayne shows up at his doorstep and drags him down to the park (like he does every year) and proceeds to grin and run around like the happiest person on earth.
When Wayne asks him how can you not like winter, Cristiano replies with how can you not like summer and Wayne will snort oh so elegantly and say because I go as red as a fucking tomato.
But when Wayne runs around the park and Cristiano stands there shivering as the snow seeps in through his socks and freezes his ankles Cristiano often lets a small smile grace his features at the sight of Wayne collapsing on the snow covered ground and spreading out his arms and legs with the intent to make a snow angel and after all that Wayne grins up at Cristiano and Cristiano cant help but think about how much he loves that man.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Nope not mine but if anyone is offering Cris up I'll willing accept him.
Summary: five ficlets.
Notes: un-betaed
o1 jealousy:
Cristiano doesn’t remember much before the incident but he can remember the incident itself and what happened afterwards. He remembers talking to Nani during the night (a gathering at Gary’s while his wife was visiting her parents) and maybe he was flirting but he flirts with everyone so he didn’t think much of it. And maybe Nani had been touching (caressing) his arm with his fingertips but the kid was drunk so he didn’t think much on that either.
But obviously Wayne did because when he came charging past slamming his body into Cristiano’s painfully and storming out the front door making sure it slammed in the process. Cristiano had jerked forward in pain and even let out a small whimper at the contact and once he had recovered he gaped in shock as the rest of the room fell into silence.
Cristiano turned around to look at Ryan (who was laying partially on top of Gary on the couch and Gary had an arm wrapped tightly around Ryan’s chest), hoping that he could give him some guidance (much like he had done in the past) and Ryan had this look of understanding on his face and Gary just raised an eyebrow and said, “Well what did you expect, mate?”
o2 firsts:
Wayne thinks back on his first time with Cristiano and every time he thinks about it he winces. It was awkward to say the least. They fumbled and shyly pulled at each others clothes. Wayne’s thoughts were in jumbles, he had never wanted anyone so much before but at the same time he didn’t want to want his young friend. He’d closed his eyes to try to set his mind at ease but every time he closed his eyes Colleen’s beautiful trusting smile would appear in front of him and his eyes would snap open in horror.
Cristiano had sensed his fear and uncertainty a mile away and his fingers had started shaking and uncertainty filled him as felt nerves he had never felt before. He didn’t know where to go from that point. Wayne had looked up from the ground at one point to see the same fear and uncertainty in his own eyes reflecting back at him from the young Portuguese.
Wayne had leaned up and kissed Cristiano firmly, the feelings he had swarming in him from earlier came rushing back to him, the feelings that were there before they made their way to the bedroom. He had closed his eyes before reopening them and tried to push his fear away before gripping Cristiano’s bare hips.
“I want you.” He had told him and Cristiano had let a small smile fall on his lips before moving backwards to the bed and pulling Wayne with him, and they removed each others clothes and figured out how to work it. And it was awkward and they fumbled and they bit each other too hard and they moved with shaky hands but Wayne wouldn’t have it any other way, to him it was perfect and besides practice makes perfect.
o3 hurt:
Cristiano feels that familiar hurt inside of him every time his eyes shift to take in the happy form of his former lover. He didn’t understand then and he doesn’t understand now how it all ended, how it all hurt so much. Cristiano was trying to be strong, was trying to be the person who could still be friends with someone that he was no longer having sex with, no longer waking up to in the mornings, no longer jumping all over in celebrations.
He tried to be the person who could walk up to his former lover and talk to him and laugh with him and just be there making his presence known, making sure the Englishman knew that he wasn’t holding any grudges, that he wouldn’t yell at him in anger but so far all he had managed was to look (stare) at him from afar.
Cristiano closed his eyes and looked away, he tried to be many things for Wayne but it was hard when he looked across the pitch and Wayne would slide his hands around Nani’s neck and press a kiss to his forehead (like he used to do to him) and Nani would laugh and gaze up at Wayne with a grin (like he used to do to Wayne). He was trying but it hurt.
o4 love:
Cristiano loved many things. He loved the ball at his feet, he loved the celebrations when he scored a goal, he loved the sun back home, and he loved his family but Wayne? He never expected to love him. In fact he was dead set on not loving Wayne, he wasn’t going to - ever. Of course fate or whatever other force was out there had other plans.
He can’t remember the exact thing that made him fall in love with Wayne because every time he thinks of Wayne he can’t remember the events too well, they come out as a blur, a happy blur that’s full of bright colours and hazy images. He can’t always remember the events but he always remembers the feelings but he still can’t pinpoint it, maybe in retrospect he was always in love with Wayne.
Cristiano shakes his head at that thought with a short laugh; he knows that’s not true. He hated Wayne on sight and he learnt later on that Wayne’s feelings were no different. He thought he was too rough around the edges, not tidy enough, and didn’t care about his appearance. Maybe these were shallow reasons but after learning that one of Wayne’s reasons was because he worse braces Cristiano didn’t feel so bad.
He remembers confessing it to Wayne and Wayne had looked at him after he had spat his drink out and gaped at him and Cristiano had taken it as a sign that Wayne didn’t feel the same and started blabbering on about he didn’t mean to fall in love with him and he could take it back if he could and then Wayne had gripped Cristiano’s shirt and pulled him forward into a hungry kiss that was all tongues and biting.
When he pulled back he said in the almost offending affectionate tone that only Wayne could manage, “Shut up you idiot, I love you too.”
o5 snow:
Wayne loved the snow, growing up in England he sure as hell saw a lot of it and he loved every second. Most people hated it and complained none stop about it but Wayne anticipated winter, he anticipated the smell of snow before it fell, he anticipated the feeling when the flakes fell to rest on his nose and he anticipated waking up in the morning when the snow had been falling heavily the night before so he could run outside and let his finger thread through the white texture.
Cristiano, however, did not like the snow and quite often had an ever present scowl on his face at training that was hardly ever removed from his features. The scowl only intensifies when Wayne shows up at his doorstep and drags him down to the park (like he does every year) and proceeds to grin and run around like the happiest person on earth.
When Wayne asks him how can you not like winter, Cristiano replies with how can you not like summer and Wayne will snort oh so elegantly and say because I go as red as a fucking tomato.
But when Wayne runs around the park and Cristiano stands there shivering as the snow seeps in through his socks and freezes his ankles Cristiano often lets a small smile grace his features at the sight of Wayne collapsing on the snow covered ground and spreading out his arms and legs with the intent to make a snow angel and after all that Wayne grins up at Cristiano and Cristiano cant help but think about how much he loves that man.
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